Abigail in Trouble Ch. 05: School Nurse, Work Experience

After her recent experience with work placements and assignments, Abigail was very reluctant to enter into an office environment again. But she still needed the work (despite her recent "windfall") and wanted the work experience.

After talking to her father and because she had some First Aid training, he arranged for something a bit different; an assistant to the nurse at the local college. The college had a full-time nurse, a proper assessment room and nurses' office. The work would not be too demanding, depending on the problems and injuries encountered (usually just cuts and bruises). Abigail was not a qualified nurse, so would only be assisting the Nurse in carrying her duties.

The incumbent, Nurse Dawson was a middle-aged battle axe. She treated the students as a matron would with a firm, no-nonsense approach. But she was more kindly towards Abigail. She acknowledged that Abigail at 18, was younger than even some of the students and not familiar with either the nursing profession or the college, and so was careful to make her feel welcome and showed her the ropes.

Basically, they were set up in a suite of three rooms: the nurses' office, the treatment room and a small store. They were all connected, the treatment room being the middle one, housing the only door to the corridor.

One thing Nurse Dawson was strict on though was the uniform. Since Abigail was technically being paid by the health service, the uniform had to conform to their code: crisp white tunic dress with a thigh length skirt cinched in at the waist with a wide plastic belt, white cap and tights.

Nurse Dawson looked frumpy in it, but when Abigail tried it on at home, the effect was stunning. Her narrow waist made the skirt flare out, and her large breasts gave the top some real shape. Abigail didn't have any white tights, so she had to put on a pair of white lace-top stockings instead, and to hold them up, the only thing she had available was a white lace garterbelt. She figured that the effect was the same as for tights, so what was the problem. Her white lace panties matched the bra and the garterbelt. She wore a pair of flat soled white slip-ons to complete the uniform.

Altogether she looked amazing, innocent and sexy, although she didn't realise it. Yet.

On her first day, after showing her around the set-up, Nurse Dawson had Abigail watch as she attended to several students who came in. A female student had slipped and sprained her ankle. Abigail looked on and helped with fitting an ankle support. Another girl was feeling sick, complaining of stomach cramps and was sent home to bed with some pills to take.

One lad with a grazed knee due to coming off his bike, came in. Although there were streaks of blood down his leg, the graze wasn't too deep. Nurse Dawson had Abigail bathe it clean before the antiseptic and dressing was applied. The lad sat on a chair with his leg resting on another. Abigail knelt on the floor and bathed his leg with a cloth of warm water, gently washing it and soothing the pain.

The lad who about her age was quiet, and when she looked up to see if he was alright, she caught him staring in awe at her full bosom. This made her blush and go all shy. Luckily Nurse Dawson returned to dress the wound, diffusing an awkward situation.

After that incident, word seemed to have got around about the new "hot" nurse. Lads started coming in with spurious complaints; most were sent packing. Nurse Dawson didn't suspect anything, putting it down to over-excitement or nerves, this early in a new academic year.

But Abigail was beginning to get suspicious, especially since all these dodgy male patients seemed to be taking the opportunity to check her out, especially when they thought she wouldn't notice them doing so. They seemed to be eyeing her up and down, checking out her face and shape, which made her feel self-conscious and a little uncomfortable.

A number of the students were older than her; up to 20 years old, and some of these lads towered over her. There was a football team in the school after all. The problem each of them had as they tried to ogle young Nurse Abigail, but "Matron" was generally around, bossing them around and never leaving them alone with Abigail.

However, because she was a quick learner, Abigail was soon allowed to assess and treat the (genuine) patients with less and less input from Nurse Dawson. Abigail was turning out to be a good triage nurse and Nurse Dawson started relying on her to be a bit more independent.

But Nurse Dawson was still around the place and so, some of the older male students devised a scheme to get Nurse Dawson completely out of the way.

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One day a report came in from the other end of the campus that one of the male students had got the knuckle of a finger trapped down the plughole of a sink in the men's toilets. Nurse Dawson was asked by one of the tutors to go and see what she could do to help. She would normally have locked the treatment door, but felt confident that Abigail could "hold the fort" for a short while.

"Just don't take any stick from any of the lads" she warned her. "Don't let them push you around."

She had no idea! While Nurse Dawson was off on her emergency call, Abigail set about tidying the office and the treatment room, but it was a remarkably (some might say suspiciously) short time before she had her first patient.

Shaun knocked on the treatment room door and was allowed to enter. He shuffled in stiffly. He was closely followed by his friend John. Normally only one person can be seen at a time, but Shaun was insistent that John was there when he sustained his injury and so might be able to assist in the diagnosis.

They were both wearing gym kit; T-shirt, shorts and trainers, and Shaun claimed to have got a rope burn on his upper inner thigh from sliding down a rope when he'd lost his grip. He said it really burned. Abigail went to have a look and realised she was staring at this young man's nether regions.

"Perhaps you should hop up onto the treatment bed and I'll take a look" she decided, standing up.

Shaun sat up on the flat treatment bed and wincing, hoisted one leg up, indicating that it was the worse one, leaving the other hanging down. Meanwhile, John who was standing back a bit, was checking out the young nurse's assets. To him, she looked gorgeous and curvy. Shaun pointed to a red part of his inner thigh, close to the edge of his sports shorts. Abigail bent over to get a clearer look.

"Does it hurt when you touch it? She asked.

"I don't know. It hurts already so I daren't touch it in case it hurts a lot more" came Shaun's reply.

Abigail rolled her eyes at his cowardly attitude as she rolled on a pair of thin plastic gloves.

"What about when I touch it like this?" she asked.

"Your touching is soothing" he replied, trying not to sound too corny. The area did look pretty raw and probably did need some help recovering or it would chafe against his trousers when he got changed. She told him that there was some cream that could help with the soreness, but otherwise it would be OK.

Abigail went to get the cream from the storeroom. As she left, Shaun and John exchanged knowing looks, indicating towards her with their eyebrows, and pretending to wolf whistle. Abigail came back with the ointment and handed it to Shaun.

"Oh, nurse it really hurts now, couldn't you show me how to apply the cream please?" complained Shaun. She wasn't sure she really needed to since he was old enough to apply it himself, but because it did look sore, she relented and agreed. She put some cream on a cotton pad and applied it to the reddened area.

The plastic gloves were a single size and too large for her hands, so they kept slipping across her fingers as she tried to move the cotton pad over his skin. Annoyed, she took the gloves off and it was now easier to move the pad over his thigh. Shaun sighed as she rubbed the cream gently into his thigh, her soft hand moving back and forth over his skin.

He mentioned that the sore patch was a little higher. "And a bit further up, Nurse" he said. Then, to show her where, he placed his larger hand over hers and slid it up his thigh, directing it up to the edge of his shorts. His strong hands pressed on hers as it slid back and forth rubbing the cream in.

"Oh yeah, just there. That feels better" Shaun encouraged her, sliding her hand under the edge of his shorts and dangerously close to his crotch.

"I don't see how you've got a rope burn under there?" she questioned.

John piped up from close behind her (from where he had been admiring her behind).

"Can't see? Let me help you with that nurse."

John came up right behind her and she jumped a little as he gently gathered some of the loose bangs and tendrils of her hair that had fallen down the sides of her face. Stroking the sides and back of her delicate neck, he drew the loose strands out of the way.

She was all too aware of his continued close presence just behind her when he didn't move away, and she became more uncomfortable with John's close proximity.

Meanwhile Shaun's hand kept pushing hers further and further up and into his shorts. She gasped as her hand brushed against the side of something bulging in his shorts, and tried to pull her hand away, but Shaun now held her wrist and continued stroking her hand more firmly against himself.

Her eyes flew to his face to register his intentions, but Shaun just smiled at her.

"Yeah, that's feeling much better now. You're hitting just the right spot" he quipped.

John meanwhile, was still stroking her hair at the back of her neck under the pretence of keeping it out of her way, and he moved forward so that his front touched her back. She now felt a little trapped between these two strapping lads.

John put his chin over her shoulder and looked down at what she was doing to Shaun, or rather what Shaun was making her do. John also had a great view down her front. He could see a little way down the middle of her white tunic dress and could glimpse a little of her cleavage produced by her lace push-up bra. His groin bumped gently into her bottom.

"OK, that's enough cream for now" she declared and tried to move her hand away from Shaun's groin. He held her hand there and in fact, holding her narrow wrist, lifted her hand off the pad and off his though, and placed it firmly on his bulge.

"Oh yeah, Nurse. That's where the real ache is. Couldn't you just rub there a bit to ease my pain?"

It wasn't really a question because he held her hand firmly onto his manhood and moved it up and down the growing bulge. She gasped at his forwardness and tried to tug her hand away. Her other hand went to his arm to try to prise it off her wrist.

"No, that's not the area I was treating!" she cried. "Let me have my hand back please!"

"But isn't your job to make us feel better, and that's what you are doing" Shaun retorted.

"Not like this! And you know it!" she angrily threw back, still trying to prise his hand off her wrist and trying to step back away from him.

While this discussion was going on, John moved up even closer to her back. His hands went to her hips and he held himself against her back, feeling her bottom and preventing her from moving or turning away from Shaun. John's own growing bulge started to poke against the cleft of her rear, and she gasped and tried to turn to face the new threat, but he gripped her hips and firmly held her still.

He ground the bulge in his shorts against her soft, pert bottom. She made it clear that they should stop, but they ignored her. Shaun lewdly rubbed her delicate hand along the length of his bulge, pressing her palm firmly against him, so that she could feel his hot, throbbing manhood through his shorts.

John put one arm around her waist from behind, holding her firmly back against his front and more importantly against his large bulge in his shorts. John's other hand snaked over her shoulder to pick a pen out of her top pocket, but he "clumsily" dropped it down her front.

She squealed as he offered to fish it out and delved his hand down her cleavage and whilst he did actually retrieve the pen, he had a good fish around her bra line and copped a feel of the tops of her soft breasts. Her free hand tried to stop John's fishing, groping hand but he was too strong for her.

Then Shaun grasped her other wrist and thrust her hand up under the sides of his shorts and into direct contact with his hot cock. She shrieked sharply, alarmed at the contact. What with one young man forcing her to stroke his cock from inside and outside his shorts, and another holding her firmly and groping down the front of her tunic, her heartbeat increased dramatically and she thought she might be in trouble here.

Then a shrill electronic noise rang out from John's back pocket.

"Shit! Time's up! Matron's coming back! We gotta split Shaun!" John swore at his friend.

"Oh fuck! This was getting good!" Shaun responded.

They quickly released her and straightened their clothes as they scrambled out of the door, forgetting the tube of cream. They disappeared into the corridor with a last departing comment from Shaun "We'll catch up with you later sweetheart."

She was left, flustered and a little shaken, to straighten out her uniform and compose herself before Nurse Dawson returned. She didn't want to appear in any way unprofessional and so didn't want to let ono what had happened here. She had just about got herself sorted and regained her composure when Nurse Dawson returned muttering about "stupid boys" and clearly feeling like she'd wasted her time. Nurse Dawson asked how Abigail had got on.

"Oh, just a rope burn. Nothing to worry about" Abigail lied. "It was no problem. I just gave them some burn cream" she said, as she just managed to snatch the forgotten tube of cream out of Nurse Dawson's line of sight. The older woman just grunted in approval and went into her office. Abigail breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that she had gotten off so lightly from a dangerous situation.

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It was one Friday afternoon. The day had been quite busy with the usual crowd of mainly male students with spurious complaints, trying to get a glimpse of the new "hot" nurse. While Abigail was secretly flattered by the unexpected attention, she ensured that Matron, sorry, Nurse Dawson was always present or at least in the next room with the door open whenever Abigail was seeing to one of the lads strictly one at a time. With these precautions, there had not been a repeat of the previous incident.

By the time the two women had finished up, college had ended. They were just on the way out when Abigail accidentally caught the corner of the trolley of dressings and equipment, leaving the contents scattered across the floor.

"Oh no. I'm sorry!" she exclaimed, then seeing the disapproval and annoyance on Nurse Dawson's face, "You go on home, Nurse. I'll sort this lot out."

Nurse Dawson nodded "OK then Abigail, see you on Monday."

Nurse Dawson left, leaving Abigail to lock up after her. Once she had finished clearing up the mess, she gathered her stuff and went through the door. As she turned to lock the door one of the older student bounded up to her from the direction of the gym.

"Miss, Nurse, can you come to the gym please?" he asked urgently.

"Why what is it?" she enquired.

"I think we've got a bad muscle pull, but all the physios have gone home. Can you take a look?"

She looked this young guy up and down. Although she didn't know his name, she knew he was one of the seniors on the football team. He was dressed in his gym gear: shorts and t-shirt, but he had a sincere look on his face.

"Nurse Dawson has gone" she said, still not convinced. "So you're too late I'm afraid."

He continued to plead with her. "I think it's just a muscle strain Miss, None of us know what to do with it. Can't you at least give some advice?"

She was amused by the confusion in what the students called her. 'Nurse' sounded too middle-aged, and 'Miss' sounded OK, but since a lot of the students were older than her, it sounded quite formal.

"OK" she relented. "I was on my way out, but I'll see what I can do".

She was about to wait to follow him down the corridor, but he politely indicated her in the direction of the gym and she set off with him behind her. She thought that he was one of the more respectable students, but she didn't know he was walking behind her to check out her body, especially her butt.

The gym consisted of two main rooms; the hall and the adjacent weights training room. The hall door was locked at this time, but the weights training room door was not and this is where the student indicated she should go. She pushed the door and went in.

The large room was full of various exercise and training equipment: rowing machines, various weight training and lifting apparatus, benches, running machines, thigh toners, wall bars, gymnast bars and exercise cycles as well as some other items.

There were six or seven guys in there, all seniors, all looking like they were on the football team. There was one on a weight trainer near the door, but the rest were gathered round the middle of the room where one guy was sitting on the floor. As they turned to see her enter, he 'grimaced in pain'. As she surveyed the room, she noticed no tutors around and asked about it.

"The caretaker lets us use this room and the adjoining hall out of hours. He'll be round later to lock up" one guy explained.

In actual fact the guys had clubbed together to pay the caretaker to keep clear for the evening. As she walked into the room, the student who had fetched her closed the solid wooden door behind them (and did she hear the 'click' of a lock?), and the other guy on the weight trainer stood up to follow her, presumably to find out what course of treatment she would recommend.

As she approached the group in the middle of the room, she could see them eying her up her curves in her crisp white nurse's uniform. She noticed that Shaun and John from her previous encounter were there. They parted to let her through, the nearest two stood up and moved to the sides to give her access to the 'patient'.

Then it all started. As she stopped in front of the sitting 'patient' and was about to bob down to look at the injury, her arms were suddenly grabbed from behind by two strong pairs of hands. She cried out and tugged her arms to try to break free, but they were too strong and held her close as they moved in on her.

The two guys who were to her sides closed in around her front. She yelped in alarm but one held her chin and inserted a squash ball into her surprised, gaping mouth. The other quickly drew out a strip of white duct tape and, with the other clamping her mouth closed, firmly stretched it over her lovely lips, sealing them closed around the squash ball, gagging her. She made frantic mumbling noises from behind the gag, and tugged at her arms.

Next, another lad produced some lengths of soft white rope. When she saw this she tried to kick out at them and stamp on their feet. But they moved behind her and bent her forwards and while they held her arms tightly, several of them expertly ties her wrists crossed together behind her back. Her hands were level with her bottom.

Next they yanked her elbows together. She squealed at the initial discomfort. They wound some more rope around her elbows, cinching them together. This thrust her beautifully full and pert breasts outward, presumably their intention.

They then all stood back in a circle to admire her body and their handiwork. The 'patient' had jumped up and seemed to have made a 'miraculous' recovery. They were extremely pleased with what they saw, judging by the growing bulges in their shorts.

She stood there, protesting behind the gag and shakily struggling to free her arms and elbows to no avail. Her writhing and jiggling simply enhanced the delicious view of her lovely body, especially her breasts which were further thrust outward with each move and heaved with her increasing panic.