She dipped a finger into my hole and then lifted it out of the water to show me the shiny coat of what looked like baby oil on her finger. "That's from you. You're sexually aroused."
I grabbed her hand and pushed it back to where it had just come from. "Please Marcie, don't stop doing what you're doing. It feels so good."
She pulled me back against her allowing her more freedom to explore and the water just continued to churn around us. Her fingers were all over my new toy, slipping and sliding and spreading the folds she found there until her finger flicked upwards and I felt a jolt go through me. So this is what women liked so much. I knew immediately that Marcie had found my clit, something that I had rarely found on a woman.
I spread my legs wider and my knees came up on their own giving Marcie all the room and freedom to continue. I felt it start in my groin, heat that started to radiate all over my body. I couldn't describe the sensation, but I began to buck my hips trying to make more contact with Marcie's magical fingers, and then I burst. I could feel the release of something deep inside and I saw stars. I groaned and I moaned and thrashed about but Marcie wasn't done with me and worked at me till I came a second time. I think she would have been willing to bring me off even more, but she whispered in my ear that I needed to relax. "We don't want to rip your stitches," she told me, and then asked if we could change positions.
I moved so that Marcie could lead the way, and she slid around me until she was facing me. "Bring back any memories Patti?" she asked.
I must have looked totally confused at her question and she hastened to explain. It seemed that Linda had noticed my lack of attention to the male staff and patients and then saw my strong reaction to the whirlpool last night. Figuring I might prefer women to men, she had called Marcie, a friend who swung both ways and a sympathetic soul.
It turned out that Marcie didn't even normally work on this wing, but had swapped shifts with another student nurse so that she could help me and see if I recovered any of my memories. I told her honestly that I didn't know, but that my mother wouldn't let me date until I turned 16. I mentioned my best friend Cathy, but that I didn't know if we had ever played around or not.
"Not to worry Patti," she said. "As long as you enjoyed yourself." Then she lifted one of her legs and twisted her body so that the jet stream hit her pussy like it had mine last night. I watched fascinated as she quickly started to pant and put a hand between her legs to help herself along.
I was mesmerized! I watched her climax once and she stayed in that position, just moaning. Hesitantly I reached forward and cupped one of her breasts. It sure felt good to me and Marcie must have liked it as her moans increased. This turned me on so I started to knead her boob and flicked my thumb over her nipple. She opened her eyes and smiled encouragingly and suddenly I knew I had the power! I dropped one hand into the water and searched for her sex center. Knowing now where my own clit was, I reached under her sex with an upturned palm and pressed my thumb against her love button. This caused her to squeal in delight and using her own hand to guide me, inserted my middle finger right into her hot chamber.
"Lift it like you're telling somebody to come to you," she panted out between clenched teeth. I did and I felt her vagina clamp on my finger as she climaxed again. Bracing her elbows against the tub she started to hump my finger and that triggered yet another climax. Finally she just eased back and I felt my finger slide out of her.
Marcie leaned forward, kissed me on the mouth, and said, "I'm not sure what memories woke up in you Patti, but this definitely is not your first time with a woman."