This is gonna sound really stupid...
 
 
 
 
I wrote this on February 5th, 1996 -- before you start reading it I just have to point out that the shower room in Ward 15 is a large, white spotless room with an expanse of empty floor in the middle. There are no internal partitions, just four walls. I believe it's used by both males and females, but the patients are generally assured privacy when they are showering. I have to say this otherwise you might have an image in your mind of a bathroom which may be completely different, and thus it would have a different atmosphere...
 
 
 
 
This is gonna sound really dumb...
Keep in mind that this is a reflection of my deepest desires and it doesn't necessarily follow the rules of logic or human behaviour or even the laws of physics...
 
 
 
 
Red text = words spoken by her
Blue text = words spoken by me
Black text = narration
 
 
I'm in the Austin Hospital with semi-broken feet, so I need a walking frame to get from my bed to the bathroom where I take my shower in the morning. The bathroom is tiled white. I sit down in the white plastic chair under the shower and try to turn it on by twisting the knobs, but that doesn't work. The shower seems to be broken. Just then a girl patient walks in; she is dressed in night wear and seems to be 19 years old. At this point I am still fully clothed. Her hair is long and blonde. She sees me and says, Oh, YOU'RE here. That's funny. Nurse Scarlet told me that it was my turn to use the bathroom. There must be some mistake. She's always doing stuff like that, isn't she? I say Hm. She hesitates. Is something wrong? No. It's just, the way you said "Hm" it sounded like something's wrong. Nothing's wrong. She puts down her towel and comes over to my chair. As she crouches down beside me her frayed nightie strap slips off so she tries to put it back on but it breaks. What happened to your feet? Are they broken? Yes. How did you break them? I fell off a footbridge. No! (gasp) How did you fall off? It was a suicide attempt. (She is shocked) That's terrible! She grips my hand with both of hers. You must've felt so bad. She leans on me and kisses my cheek. I can identify with you because I once attempted suicide myself. She rests her head on my chest. But it's all going to be all right, for both of us. (long pause) What's your name? Stephen. That's a nice name. My name's Jodie. She stands up. Stephen, do you mind if I have my shower with you? No. I don't think the shower works though. Doesn't it? Y'know, I heard in cases like this there's an emergency backup shower we can use. She goes over to a sink and reaches into a cupboard under it. There she manipulates an unseen control. Suddenly the sprinklers in the ceiling start spraying a fine mist of warm water. Here it comes. The spray fills the whole room and tiny droplets fall on everything. Pretty soon we are both soaking wet; Jodie's nightie is clingy and transparent. I'm not supposed to get this wet. I s'pose I'd better take it off. Slowly and sensually she lifts the garment up and peels it off her. She stands naked before me; her skin glistens and drops of water trickle down her well-developed body. She closes her eyes and flexes her back and shoulders as if in ecstasy. It feels so good! She looks at me. I don't suppose there's another chair for me to sit on. Oh but wait; I heard this bathroom is fitted with a waterproof sofa that can rise up... She reaches underneath the sink and manipulates another control. A large part of the floor slides away and a vinyl sofa rises smoothely out of the hole on its own piece of floor. Now there's room for both of us. Jodie walks over to my chair. Do you need help getting up? Yes, I think so. She takes my hand and pulls me up. Using her for support, I walk to the sofa with small, painful steps. Here. that's right. We sit down together on the sofa with a slight splash. I told you there was room for both of us. Are you O.K.? Yes. She leans over and kisses me on the cheek. Do you have any soap? No. I forgot it. That's O.K. I forgot mine too but I remember hearing someone say there's a bottle of liquid soap hidden in this sofa. She opens a panel on the arm of the sofa, revealing a compartment. From there she takes out a bottle of pink liquid with a press-pump dispenser. Here it is. Say... my arms are kinda tired. Do you think you could rub some soap onto me? O.K. I squeeze some liquid soap into my hand and apply it to her neck. Then I rub it around in circular motions. Mmmmmmmmmm She breathes deeply. I rub the soap onto her back. Y'know Stephen, I only just met you, but you seem like a really cool guy. I rub the soap onto her upper chest. Make sure you put plenty of soap on my breasts. I think they're kinda dirty so make sure you really rub it in well. I rub my hands all over her breasts. They squish in mysterious ways. Mmmmmmmm. She has her eyes closed. She's moving her shoulders a bit. I move on to her stomach. I'm not putting you out too much am I? No. I'm sorry for being so demanding. That's O.K. Tell you what -- why don't I return the favour by rubbing some soap on you? O.K. Will you take off your shirt? I take off my wet shirt and lay it aside. Jodie takes the soap and rubs it onto my chest. With her sensual, pulsating hands she works her way around my entire upper body. As she reaches for my far side she has to lean closer so that her wet nipples rub up against me. Suddenly... Stephen, are you all right? Yes. Why don't you take off your boxer shorts? I'd really rather not. Why not? Because... because... (I am embarrassed) There's no need to be so shy. It's normal to have a shower without your boxer shorts. You're right. O.K. She leans further onto me. Everything around me is wet. I bring my feet up onto the sofa and the soap bottle topples over. Jodie stretches out on top of me and kisses me on the lips. She writhes; the spray tingles my skin as she opens her legs. Mmmmmmmmmm. It's warm. I push my penis (which has been hard and swollen ever since she turned the shower on) upwards into her and she moans. Together we wriggle and squirm on the couch in rhythmic pulsating motions, getting faster and faster, then slowing down, then getting faster again. Yes! Yes! We are working up to a climax -- I close my eyes and open my mouth -- it's coming -- my penis fills with pleasure and ecstasy and I keep going, faster and faster, pumping juice into her. Then after a while we start to slow down as the pleasurable pain dies away. Our movements become less frequent. Finally we lie still, her on top of me. I am exhausted. I open my eyes and breathe. Jodie still has her eyes closed. The warm spray continues to fall, caressing us and trickling down our bodies.