Convince Me Getting Laid is Not A Myth
06-01-2015, 11:48 PM
Today I got 'medically intimate' with a 9. In a hospital bed.
I'm a student in the medical field. The current topic of study is full body assessments, and this week we are practicing on each other in a clinical setting.
It's 8 AM, I walk in to class tired, find an examination table, and we're instructed to partner up. The cutest girl in the class, a Thai-Filipina mix, 9/10 and maybe two years younger than me, comes up and asks to be my partner. I'd seen her before, but not yet talked to her. I told her she can be my partner, and she volunteers to be the mock-patient first, leaving me to be the mock-examiner. We are instructed to draw the curtain, and me and her are suddenly really close and alone in the tiny space around the bed.
I immediately regretted not reviewing notes for today. I had an incomplete understanding of the material, and as such lacked some confidence in what I'd be practicing on her body. I asked her if she'd reviewed. "Nope," she smiled.
It was an awkward moment when we opened the book together with a 'How-do-I-do-this' mentality. I scanned the text really fast, pretended like I knew it, and told her to lay back in the bed and lift up her gown to expose her stomach area.
I began an abdominal assessment on her, listening to and feeling every inch between her waistline and her sternum. I explained to her I was auscultating for intestinal peristalsis and blah blah blah but what I was really thinking was, "If she notices my erection I will probably be expelled from university."
Next came the hip joints. I practiced feeling the sides of her hips and had her move her legs in different ways, before moving down her thighs. By this point, with me leaning over her in her underwear squeezing her legs, I was trying to focus really, really intently on the examination. If I let my mind wander to her pussy, covered up by only a millimeter of skintight black spandex, she would read my mind like a billboard and it'd all be over. I moved down her knees to her ankles and tested the lower reflexes of the feet and ankles.
From here it got better. I next had her sit up on the edge of the bed and stood in front of her. "Hold out your hands," I said, and she complied. I put her hands in mine and began feeling all the joints, from the wrist to the fingertips. The whole time we chatted about the course material with soft eye contact, hands in hands.
I kept going with the rest of the body, and then... we switched. I became the patient.
I'm suddenly laying in a hospital bed with nothing but short-shorts on, and was really, really glad I read that Roosh post on using baking soda as deodorant. No smell at all on my entire body. ++++ to Roosh.
She's in full scrubs, which I recently heard is the #1 male sex fantasy, and begins her assessment on me: palpating (feeling for abnormalities beneath the skin) my entire body shy of butt, lower back, upper thighs and genitalia, of course. She's not completely competent and a little nervous, but undeniably moves with more comfort and confidence after assessing my hands, hands in hands again, and after shining the light in my eyes and intensely observing my pupils. Our eyes locked for a full minute - twice - during the optical assessment.
She puts on the stethoscope and starts listening all over my abdomen. She puts in onto my stomach for a little, and, with a slight smirk, says "Your bowels sound really active." I wanted to kill myself for eating beans for dinner last night.
After two hours, the instructor pops her head in through the curtain and says we can switch partners if we want to, so we can practice with other students. I'm still in nothing but tiny shorts, my bare chest and hairy man-thighs filling the bed. The girl looks at me, I look at her, and she shrugs, and says, "Let's just keep working together." She has a very calm and relaxed demeanor replacing the awkward nervousness when we started.
I've been working in the medical field for a few years. The vast majority of girls in the field, especially the good-looking ones, prioritize relationships far more than possibly any other career field in America. Marriage might as well be enlightenment. The other female students I had talked to in my class mentioned their boyfriends - to me and to other girls - sometimes before exchanging names with each other. Even though female medical staff are routinely well above average intelligence and make a ton of $$$, they still consistently crave a 'provider' type of man.
Yet I'd been with this girl for three hours now, chatting constantly, at least one of us 80% naked at all times, and she'd asked me a handful of personal questions, took several weak baits I dropped, and said nothing about a boyfriend - she didn't have a ring either.
After the class ended, I asked her to hang around a bit to keep practicing, as we have a monster exam on this material in a few days. She says of course, and we keep going for another 45 minutes.
I tell her I have to go soon, and her basic response is, "OK, I have to go now, anyway." We split and she goes home to masturbate to images of my semi-naked body in a hospital bed. No, I'm kidding, she probably went to make a phone call or send a text, as that's what college girls seem to do with all their free time.
I didn't game her. I am a novice, anyway, and am in a program with her and only a few dozen other students, together in each and every class, for the next year. Failure would be mean a heck of a lot of gossip and tons of really awkward classes together. I think in the future I will eventually try to get her to study together in a common and safe environment, like a library, where we can move into non-academic and more personal conversation. I'll see what happens from there. I have class with her 4-12 hours a day every day. No rush.
Yea, I'm new to game and had fun with this minor instance. It's rather insignificant to the serious players on this forum.
But it's harder to imagine anything hotter than a HB in scrubs 'assessing' your 'full body' for three hours.
