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Ever since I was in medical school, girls Ive dated (or even just had one-night stands with) have asked me to do medical roleplays with them. And, frankly, Im always down to put on my white coat, bring out my stethoscope, and find creative uses for my reflex hammer. I exert my power over these patients and occasionally have fun restraining them when they became uncooperative. I found it hot to play out these fantasies, but they were always just that: fantasies. Until a few months ago. Kendra* was a 22-year-old female with a history of hypertension and chronic kidney disease secondary to hemolytic uremic syndrome at age 7 who presented for renal transplantation. Thats how I thought about her at first, of course, when she was just a chart in the computer that I had to review before going to check in with the actual patient. Her vitals were all fucked up, her labs were all fucked up, and she was about to have her life transformed because some now brain-dead 15-year-old kid in a nearby town decided to crash his dads car into a tree, becoming an organ incubator in the process. I walked into the room and introduced myself to her. As a transplant surgeon, Im used to meeting people who look, frankly, like shit. Liver transplant patients have massive water retention (Ive seen over 30L come out of a belly once), turn brown and spotty, and are often bitter about their lives due to some history of hepatitis or alcoholism. Kidney transplant patients are better, but are often worn down by a life of 3-times-weekly dialysis which breeds, in my opinion, some kind of mild psychosis. But Kendra was bright and beautiful. She was slender, smiling and so peppy that I was taken aback. She had been going to dialysis since she was 12, the chart told me, but she was entirely without the beaten down spirit: between dialysis appointments, she managed to do crossfit and triathlons — all that between taking classes at a top university too. I couldnt tell if it was excitement over finally getting a working kidney or some kind of flirting, but she was giving off just the most attractive energy, and I found myself captivated. I had to snap myself out of her green eyes, since there were actual important medical questions to ask. That became particularly hard when she told me about her sexual history (which is particularly important in transplant, because transplant patients are immunosuppressed to prevent rejection, and are thus at a higher risk of picking up infections). She broke for a minute and blushed, admitting she wasnt sexually active because she thought guys wouldnt find her attractive due to her dialysis fistula. I wanted to reassure her that any guy would kill to have a girl as smart, obviously caring, and sexy as she was, but I really had to stop myself. We concluded the interview, shared excitement over the huge change that was about to occur to her, and parted ways. The next time we would see each other was in the OR, as soon as the new kidney arrived. That happened later that night, and since I was late to the OR, she was already asleep on the table when I walked in. Anesthesiologists are either insanely quick or horribly slow — nothing in between (the fuckers). But I wasnt about to be mad at anesthesia, because here Kendra was, naked. Any doctor who tells you they dont feel something when they see their patients naked is lying; sure it doesnt interfere with our professional work, but we still will admire beauty (or be, deep down, repulsed, depending) if its there. And my god, Kendra had immaculate pale skin, the most perfect breasts with little pink nipples, a prominent musculature, and a neatly groomed patch of orange pubic hair. Luckily, we were in the process of draping her, or I would have been caught staring at her. The surgery went perfectly, and she was woozy for the next day or so while we worked on controlling her pain. The next day, during my morning rounds at around 5:30am, I swung by her room to check in. She was wide awake, looking out the window at the dawn, in one of those weird moments thats just a bit too much like a movie. The blue light hit her face in an incredible way, amplifying her beauty. I checked in with her, to see how she was feeling. She was feeling great, she said, which probably was partly due to the hydromorphone PCA we had her on. She was excited for her new life, and had been daydreaming of all the new things she could do without being tied down to dialysis. She swung around to meet my eyes when she told me she was excited to finally be able to travel and listed all the countries she wanted to visit. I joked that perhaps she would finally feel comfortable enough to date, and thus have a travel companion for those trips. She smiled and admitted that she had been thinking a lot about that too. She smiled at me, and I smiled back, in one of those weird electric moments where you just hope to God that theyre thinking the same thing youre thinking. The electricity continued as I examined her surgical wound, which was right down in the pelvic area. The top of her orange bush became undraped as I did so, and I pretended not to be staring intensely at it. I covered her back up again, and told her everything was looking great. And, again, that look. The next day, I rounded on her again at the same time, and found her looking at the clock when I walked in. Was she waiting to see if I would come in at the same time again, I wondered? I asked her how she was feeling, and she remarked again that she felt rejuvenated and alive; she noted that it was the first time in years that she had actually produced urine, and that, as weird as it was, that made her feel more human. She was under the bedsheets, but I put my hand on her thigh unconsciously as she said that and we smiled at each other again. She then got serious for a second, and told me she had an embarrassing question. Was it normal, she asked, to have constantly intrusive thoughts about sex after a transplant? I asked her to elaborate, and she said that she found herself constantly daydreaming about men, about sex, and about things that she had never previously daydreamed about. It was normal, I told her, for the brain to do weird things while on high-dose steroids, and she was reassured. I went to check her surgical wound, and found that she wasnt wearing a hospital gown at all today. And even though I undraped her the same amount as I did yesterday, only somewhat preserving her modesty (something in me needed to see that bush again), I was slammed by the smell of her pussy. It was sweet and musty and sexy and perfect. I got hard in my scrubs, and there was no way for her not to notice given how we were sitting. When I looked at her face, I could have sworn I saw her eyes flit up from my crotch. At 5:30am, the hospital is kind of dead. Only patients, surgeons and night nurses around. A million thoughts went through my head, and there was the knowledge that we could get away with anything at this hour. I looked at her with pure sex in my eyes. Ive had attractive patients before, and quite a few who have tried to flirt with me or seduce me in the process, but I was always able to resist until Kendra. There was something about her. Maybe it was the innocence, maybe it was the intelligence, maybe it was something I still cant explain. Somehow, I managed to peel myself away. I stood up, which must have made my erection even more obvious, told her she was doing great, and left flustered. Overnight I thought about her a lot, and determined that I would let something happen the next day, if it happened. And it did. I rounded on her a little earlier the next day at 5:15, which caught her by surprise. She was brushing her hair, and I wondered if she was getting groomed each day before I came in. We went through the ritual — some flirty history-taking, undraping, and touching her wound to make sure it was healing well. The must hit me again, and this time I undraped her a bit more, accidentally. But then she did something unexpected. She reached out and touched my cock over my scrubs. I immediately inhaled sharply: I wasnt expecting it, and it felt amazing. She got startled and apologized, and I told her that it was actually okay. I got up and closed the door to her room, and came back to where I was before. She started rubbing more, checking again to make sure it was okay with me; I assured her it was, and we joked about not telling anyone about it. I took off her bedsheet, to expose her beautiful naked body again. Her pussy was unfortunately off limits, since she had a catheter in, but I used my fingers to stimulate her nipples, which ended up being quite sensitive. She then asked in the sweetest and most respectful voice Ive ever heard: Doctor, honestly, these past two days, Ive been thinking over and over about giving you head. Would that be possible? Is that too much? How could I resist? I said of course, and she undid my scrub pants and pulled out my cock. It had either been a while since she had given head or she never had before, because she stared at that thing for a good 20 seconds, not sure where to start. But that was all it took before she became ravenous: she took my cock right into her mouth and started sucking passionately. Id be lying if I said it was the most technically skilled BJ I ever got. It wasnt. The situation made it hot as fuck, and her enthusiasm earned her a lot of credit. For those reasons, though, it may remain the best BJ I ever got. It was like all the tension of the past few days was released. She used her tongue and lips and all the saliva in the world to suck me into pure happiness, and her eyes looking up at me nearly stopped my heart. It had to be done quick, because of the danger, and it didnt take long for me to get close to cumming. Im going to cum, Kendra. Cum in my mouth, doctor, she said, coming off my dick for a rare second. Please. My mind briefly went medical, and I was reassured that my last STD screen was clear. I moaned louder than I should have as several huge pumps of cum went directly into her sweet mouth. We lingered like that a second, my cock still in her mouth, panting, before I pulled my scrubs back up. She didnt swallow immediately. She waited for me to look at her before she did (she clearly watched porn) and then smiled after doing it. We smiled at each other in a big way, amazed we didnt just get caught, and reassured each other that we wouldnt tell anybody about it. She was in the hospital for two more days, and it happened again each morning. She has a followup appointment in a few weeks, and I cant wait to see her again. *Not her real name, obviously drgoofy