I’m a medical student and stay up late every night, studying my texts and lecture notes. The nights are quiet, and I accomplish a lot. That is, until Randi arrives home.

I live in an old boarding house with five other people, three of whom lead typical nine-to-five lives. while Randi — a nurse — and I keep odd hours.

Passing her in the upstairs hall or on my way out the door. I’d spoken briefly to Randi and wanted very much to get to know her. Though I’d only seen her in her hospital whites, I was taken by her beauty. Her hair is strawberry blonde and is so long and curly that it hangs down her back.

Randi works the second shift at the university hospital and comes home a few minutes after midnight each night. I have her schedule committed to memory. I’ll be in my bedroom studying, and the distraction starts the moment I hear her slamming the door of her small, convertible two-seater. No matter how I fight it, I put my books aside and listen to the sounds she creates as she enters the house and prepares for bed. My room is located on the first floor, next to the stairs and directly below the communal bathroom.

The other night, as usual, I heard the screen door shut and Randi latching the hook as she entered. Her white nurse’s shoes, the kind with orthopedic soles, hardly made a noise as she crossed the scatter rugs on the hardwood floor.

When Randi reached the stairs, her bracelets jingled as she held on to the banister. I imagined her lean legs climbing the stairs and pictured the seams of her white stockings behind each of her legs. The fourth step creaked. and I knew that she was almost on the upstairs landing. By this time, my cock was trying to poke its way through my gym pants. I touched myself through the soft fleecy fabric of my sweats and dreamed that I was With Randi.

I heard her footsteps on the bathroom tile over my head and listened to her cleaning the bathtub before her nightly soaking. The next sound was that of running water; it faintly echoed throughout the two-story house. Hot water filled the tub with a soothing sound.

I could tell that Randi was standing in front of the medicine-cabinet mirror by the sound of water running into the sink. She turned the faucet off, and I heard a tiny splash in the basin. Again, the sound of a tiny splash, a pause. and the sound again. Randi was shaving her legs and cleaning the razor in water plugged up in the sink. I imagined that my tongue was the razor, sliding up her soapy legs, following every contour in the steamy mist of the bathroom.

The tub was filled, and I heard her hand scooping the water, testing the temperature. The floor creaked. The sounds of clothing hitting the floor and her nude body slipping into the warm water were too much for me to handle. I decided to go upstairs and “accidentally” walk in on her.

I crept up the carpeted steps, avoiding the fourth, creaky step, and walked close to the wall of the hallway. The bathroom door was open a crack, and a wedge of light illuminated the wallpaper and worn strip of carpeting on the floor. My erection subsided, and I walked through the door as if I didn’t expect to see her in there.

Randi was hardly startled. She sat in the tub, up to her neck in soap bubbles. Her hair was curled up in a bun, bobby pinned to the top of her head. She blew away bubbles near her mouth and asked, “What took you so long, Norman? I’ve been waiting for you.” My cock responded before I could answer, swelling under my gym pants. I moved into the steam-filled bathroom and shut the door behind me.

“I heard you from downstairs and wondered if I could be of assistance,” I said. The water lapped and made a delicious noise as she moved her body in the tub.

“You’re so studious, Norman, and when you’re not studying you’re out running, working up a ridiculous sweat. Your body is beautiful and shouldn’t be kept to yourself.” Randi stood up in the tub. Water and soap bubbles slid down her body, around her breasts and hardening nipples. Between her legs, Randi’s pubic hair dripped with bathwater.

She stepped out of the tub and onto a towel that was spread on the ceramic tile. I pushed her clothing aside with my foot, and leaned my ass against the sink. Just as I had imagined them falling from her body, her panties and bra formed a delicate little pile on the floor. Randi stepped to me and reached over my shoulder, dripping water on my bare chest.

“There,” she said. “That’s what I want you to do.” I turned and saw the words “Fuck Me” that she had written in the steamed mirror. The knotted cord holding my pants up was easily untied, and my sweats fell to the floor, releasing my hard cock.

“Use your lips on me, Randi,” I said. “Suck my cock.” She got on her knees. Randi’s lips were warm and wet. Her hands, wet from the tub water, rubbed the fleshy sac containing my testicles. Her fingernails bit into my flesh as she clutched the cheeks of my ass. Randi sucked and circled the ridge of my penis with her tongue. After a few minutes. I eased her head away from my cock and told her, “Turn around, Lean over the tub.”

Randi held on to the high sides of the old-fashioned tub with her back facing me. A residue of soapy bubbles was still clinging to her ass.

“Spread your legs, Randi.” She did, her legs forming a triangle with the bathroom floor. Her labia swelled as her musky scent rose in the air like steam from the hot water. I teased her pussy with the head of my cock and then slid it into her cunt. Her knuckles turned white, like the porcelain tub she held on to. With each stroke I pushed deeper into her.

“I feel your balls bouncing off the back of my thighs,” she said. “Go into me as far as you can.” The wet, sticky sound of my cock plunging into her pussy, and the mouth of her sex sucking me into her, filled the small bathroom.

I came with such intensity that it felt like I had drained my body of all its fluids. Randi let out a long, rapturous moan and slipped back into the tub. The water had cooled, so she drained off half. We listened to the water flowing through the pipes of the house. Randi then filled the tub with hot water, and we soaked and talked until three in the morning.