My Dirty Secrets 2.2 - Sex Stories

My Dirty Secrets 2.2

I hated working nights. I'm not sure why I let Jules talk me into it. Sure, the money was better for working 6 pm to 6 am, but money aside, I really didn't enjoy staying up all night.

"Hey, Jessi, will you please make sure Nick actually reads this note?" I yelled to my little sister as I scrambled to get out the door on time.

My husband Nick is great. He's just horrible at checking his text messages and usually can't hear his phone at work. I guess working construction is a pretty valid excuse for not answering his phone, though. As I got to the car, I immediately called Jules.

"What the hell have you gotten us into, Julia?" I laughed.

"Girl, what do you mean 'gotten us into'? The money will be nice, and it's a great change of pace." Jules replied with an annoying cheerfulness in her voice.

"Hell, I suppose I'm on my way in now. I'll see you there in about fifteen minutes."

"Yes, Ma'am, are you parking in the South lot?"

"Probably there won't be much traffic at night, so at least we will have a short walk in the morning," I jabbed playfully.

"Alright, Liss, I'll see you there. Wait for me!"

Julia was my best friend. We met in nursing school right out of high school, and we've been inseparable ever since. Jules, as I called her since meeting her mother, who refused to call her Julia. Julia was Jules's grandmother on her dad's side, and her mom hated that lady. Jules was an above-average girl. A solid nine out of ten easily. She always dressed well, ...

... and she was the one who got me started on matching my bras and panties. She had reddish brown hair that was bobbed. She'd come to work with pigtail buns most nights, looking like a high school cheerleader in scrubs.

She usually wore a thong to work to avoid having panty lines in her scrubs. Her boobs were great, and she gave all the old fellas a show every time she bent over them. Her demi cup bras always let her girls spill over the top. She liked to let them look, I think. She had some great thighs that were just thick enough to fill out her scrubs and hold up her slightly jiggly butt. Her smile lit up a room, and she had the most vital blue eyes. I swore they were contact lenses for the longest time until I saw her put on her reading glasses.

As I pulled in, Jules was already in the parking lot. She was leaning against her blue two-door with her backpack on, waiting for me like I was late.

"It's about time you made it," Jules laughed as I parked.

"You know you were halfway here when I dialed your number. You live farther than I do," I laughed back.

"Ok, ya caught me. I was afraid I'd oversleep, so I got up early."

I grabbed my backpack, and we made our way to the 9th floor. Walking up to the nurse's station, I checked the schedule, and we weren't there.

"Jules, didn't you call and switch our shifts?"

"Yeah, I did. They took us off of days the rest of the week, so there's just a mistake," she replied, heading off to find our charge nurse.

It wasn't ...