Notes: These are my words and a work of fiction.

This story was originally written for the 3rd annual YAY TEAM! SEX & SPORTS event. There is a bit more focus on the sport and some delay to getting to the erotic action for that reason, so please skip reading/rating this story if you expect to fall right into a sex scene.

Another purposeful writing choice you may dislike is limited physical descriptions of the characters. Though I am still a new writer, this is an active preference of mine! Malcolm is the typical body type for his Highland Games event and a man with a penis and no beard. Sheena is a woman with breasts and a vagina.

TRIGGER warning – accidental injury at a sporting event.

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By the time he made it to A-class (after training as well as competing in amateur events or divisions at Highland Games), Malcolm had heard them all.

“Watch where you swing that thing!”

“You can toss me around sometime, love…”

“Why don’t you bring that 15-foot shaft to my place later?”

“Make sure you don’t toss off too soon!”

“I knew you would have no trouble getting it up,” and so on.

Luckily this was more of a friendly banter experience, as attendees of these events largely respect the physicality and precision involved in the caber toss.

Think about it: an athlete rests the better part of an actual tree into perfect balance against his shoulder while cupping hands under one end, moves into a run while carrying the precarious pole, then uses specific body mechanics along with serious strength to flip a top-heavy, perhaps 150-pound log end-over-end (ideally in exact alignment forward from his throwing position at 12 o’clock).

Malcolm was such an athlete. Not surprisingly, friends would describe him as diligent, confident, and built like a fecking truck.

If he wandered the festival grounds, Malcolm would be subject to subtle (or not-so-subtle) signs of interest from women. He himself was not interested in this kind of connection.

Not that he had NEVER enjoyed a tryst with a lady who gravitated toward him because of his his muscular limbs. Or his kilt… Just, he wanted a real connection now with any woman he got intimate with.

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Sheena loved the Games. And the people in them. Her involvement wasn’t through a cultural activity–though she could dance a passable Highland fling. Returning each year to be an on site medic for next-to-no pay, Sheena often missed things festival-goers would enjoy. Yet, she got to feel like part of it and see behind-the-scenes.

A travel nurse, she could typically work two to three Highland Games per season, but this was the largest each year. Sheena actually had some decent supplies and a four-wheeler to get around the festival grounds quickly.

Heading toward her station in a bright red “MEDIC” polo, cargo pants, and good boots, Sheena smiled and nodded at every familiar face between sips of her morning brew.

Most of her day was uneventful. A couple ankle sprains and some dehydration. Then she got the call.

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Malcolm was nervous but coping well. He paced a bit, stretching and shaking out various muscles near the pristine green field where the tossers tested their skills.

When he strolled out to take his place, Malcolm was ready.

While folks held the heavy end of the imposing trunk upright, he positioned himself at the base. Using deft movements to slip his hands inch by inch over “the handle,” Malcolm cupped his palms for maximum contact as well as control of the pole where it tapered to its end.

His position prepared, Malcolm used his whole body’s strength to suddenly heave the whole shaft home. His face showed strain and his muscles flexed. He held.

After staying in that perfect starting position and feeling everything out to make the tiniest microadjustments, Malcolm began to run forward, balacing against the giant pole and gravity with each stride.

Shortly before he would have attempted to toss that heavy load forward, the unthinkable happened. A small terrier that had shaken loose of her leash in another area ran onto the field and straight at Malcolm. Probably feeling threatened by the man’s unusual looking (man or tree??) form, the dog jumped and bit him high on the leg before escaping.

The wound from teeth was not the worst of it. Every action of the dog created a reaction in Malcolm: surprise when the bitch broke into the field, instinctive protectiveness when she moved in range of the caber, and wincing in pain from the bite. The weight on every joint in his body meant injury was almost inevitable from each reaction.

Malcolm went down. So fell the caber and raised cries from the spectators.

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Sheena weaved her way through crowds and alleys, racing to the injured athlete as quickly as her four-wheeler could carry her. It sounded like there were scrapes, contusions, and easily worse.

Everyone had spread out to give her a clear path to where Malcolm lay on the field. “Hey, champ, what seems to be the trouble?” Sheena joked disarmingly. As quickly as possible she assessed the potential internal injuries and stabilized her patient enough to move him.

Just as helping hands had loaded the huge shaft aloft for the start of his caber toss attempt, they carefully loaded Malcolm himself on the back of the four wheeler now. Sheena deftly slid on in front of him, beginning the drive back to her medical tent (and a better position for ambulance extraction if needed).

“It’s not so nice to meet you,” cracked Malcolm, making Sheena laugh. Matching her light energy seemed to help distract him from the pain. She had given him something pharmaceutical, but it had not fully set in yet. The man had enough of his mind back, though, to start wishing that he straddled this woman for another reason.

They continued chatting as comfortably as they could, given that they were strangers in an emergency and Malcolm’s kilted lower half pushed up against the tight fabric of Sheena’s pants.

They had to make sure he stayed stably on the vehicle right? So, of course he started to lean into her from his chest down. He looped his arm around her ribcage, almost spooning her and getting a sense of her shape.

Luckily, Malcolm was too beat up to worry about blood flowing in a problematic direction right now.

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Malcolm was not interested in going to a hospital. Sheena treated him, noting his injuries were mercifully light under the circumstances. She initially thought he might have a fully separated shoulder, but it was a sublaxation that slid back into place on its own when he hopped onto the examination table.

Sheena cut off Malcolm’s shirt so she could properly treat him. “Don’t worry, we have plenty of clothes around here, I’ll find you a zip-up hoodie or something in a bit.” She certainly noticed his muscular, stocky torso but made like she was just examining him. She was examining him, after all. NOT ogling a shirtless athlete in a kilt.

Sheena flirted a bit. To make him more comfortable and distracted to ease the treatment process… totally the reason. Arm immobilization and ice later, she removed splinters and bandaged scrapes the wooden pole made as it fell.

“If it wasn’t for that stupid dog… I felt like I was having a perfect run.”

“Wait, which dog?”

“The one that bit me.”

“What?? Where?”

“Oh… it’s, uh, on my upper thigh. I’ll take care of that one when I get home.”

“How? I just bandaged one arm and the other hand. Plus, you refused to be taken to the hospital.”

“I’ll figure it out.”

“Seriously, you either let me examine you or I’ll march you straight to a doctor!”

It was her tone that convinced him.

As Sheena bunched up the fabric of his kilt around his hips, though, Malcolm started to have second thoughts. “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea. Wait…”

But she was already slicing away at the skin-tight black athletic shorts now revealed from under the bulky fabric. “Malcolm, I’m a nurse. I’m a professional. I can take anything you’ve got to throw at me.”

Sheena didn’t know how right she was!

Obviously Malcolm’s strength meant any struggle between them would have ended in his favor. But with his bandages and sling (plus the scissors rapidly approaching his family jewels), all he could do was scoot back a bit and try to reason with her. Yet, forming a believable excuse felt beyond his capabilities after the meds kicked in.

For the few moments preceding this, Malcolm felt Sheena’s fingers trailing further up his thigh, and other thoughts became harder to ignore.

Like the feel of her ass and his arm around her while they rode here together. How easy it would have been to trail his fingers down toward her pussy (kind of like she was touching him now). The way she bit her lip when she was concentrating on something. How calm she was in a crisis. The way her breasts looked inside that shirt. How her nipples would feel…

When she bent over, aiming her head towards his crotch, Malcolm basically knew it was over. “Sheena, wait, seriously, I just need–” but it was too late.

When she made the final cut with her scissors to reveal a few shallow toothmarks, there was too little left of the shorts to keep him in place. Malcolm’s erection literally ripped the fabric further and bounded into view–pointing directly at Sheena’s face.

They both blushed. “Ah. I see. Here…” Standing, Sheena reallocated the bunched up kilt fabric. Her fingers indirectly pressed against his penis as she saw to his visual modesty. She bit her lip. Malcolm thought she lingered a lot longer than need be, holding her still hand on his shaft like it was any other body part.

“I told you! I’m a nurse. I should tell you some of my stories sometime. This is nothing.” She was just nervous talking, but Malcolm said “I’d like that.”

Sheena recoiled, realizing consciously that she was holding his member. She quickly saw to the dog bite, determining it was fairly superficial.

Soon Malcolm got up to leave. “Where are you heading, champ?”

“I have a motel room just up the road. Honestly, it’s less than half a mile, I’ll be fine. I’m just going to walk there. I’ll go slow,” he added at the end when she looked disapproving.

She helped him into a shirt and returned the sling to his arm. “You’ll need to change those bandages tomorrow. Do you have a girlfriend or someone who can help you? Or go see your regular doctor?”

“…Not really. Can you do it?”

Sheena was still quite physically close. When they searched each other’s faces, they could feel breath on their skin. “I shouldn’t. You’re my patient.”

“No, I’m not. Not once I walk away from here.” Malcolm didn’t even bother to try to pretend he was only asking her to tend to his wounds. “You’re just someone I met. I’m just someone you know now.”

Sheena sucked her bottom lip between her teeth again while she thought. She let it go when she came to a decision. Before she could say anything, Malcolm saw the truth in her face. “Good. Room 112.”

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Knocking on the door of 112 the next day, it was Sheena’s turn to be nervous. What if he asked her because of the energy of the situation, like the role of healer and patient? Oh, God, what if he asked her because of the pain meds??

One look from Malcolm as he welcomed Sheena inside calmed her fears. She made to set down the first aid supplies on the bed.

“No. After,” declared Malcolm. “I plan to work up a sweat.”

Bandages still in paper wrappers scattered across the floor as he suddenly and effortlessly lifted Sheena almost like a caber. He bent and placed his good arm under her ass, lifting her and locking her to his shoulder.

He took a few steps forward before releasing her. Malcolm may not have flipped Sheena, but he sure laid her out in front of him on the bed.

Seeing her on her back, propped up only on her elbows with her legs slightly apart, Malcolm longed to get a good view up her skirt. But, he waited. He wanted Sheena to make the next move. Or even if he wanted to keep going without delay, he at least wanted to know she wanted it just as much. There she goes biting on that lip…

Sheena left her clothes on, but she slipped her panties down her legs, revealing shaved pussy lips. Malcolm swallowed. Pretty clear signal all right. He released his own loose shorts and let them fall to the ground.

Malcolm’s semi- was quickly becoming a full erection. His cock wanted this woman badly, and not only since pleasuring himself was a non-starter with his injuries.

Sheena opened her legs wider, letting more light shine on her bare cunt. She was positioned so he could have fucked her right there in that moment. Malcolm’s cock twitched.

“I want to thank you first. For helping me yesterday. And everything you’re going to do for me today.”

Wincing slightly as he lowered to his knees, Malcolm leaned in over her waiting sex. Dripping… He licked at the glistening moisture.

Sheena gasped. “Malcolm!”

He felt even more blood rush to his rigid member at the sound of his name. Conscious that he had not been able to shave, the athlete kept his stubble well clear. He trailed lips and tongue along her exposed slit. He sucked her clit shallowly between his lips and played against it with his tongue.

“Oh my God, Malcolm!”

A deeply pressured lick oscillating back and forth took Sheena all the way to speechless.

Malcolm happily and expertly pleasured the nurse while she unconsciously pressed her pussy deeper against his face. Sheena tasted amazing.

“Mmmmmmmmm” he intoned with lips still loving on her clit. She grasped his head in both hands, loving the vibration just from his voice against her and wanting it to keep going on and on.

Malcolm picked up the pace of rhythmic pleasing with his lips and tongue, totally turned on by how feral Sheena had become. He grunted and groaned. From the effort. Because she loved the feel of his voice against her. As a way to communicate how much he wanted her.

It wasn’t long before Sheena started to shudder, and the taste of the liquid emanating from her pussy changed.

“Yes! Fuck yes, you’re so amazing. Don’t stop! I’m cumming! I’m… cumming…”

Malcolm wasted no time. He was on her in seconds. He was in some pain, but not enough to stop him from placing his less injured hand above her shoulder to support himself so his weight wouldn’t crush her.

Malcolm tried to press his cock into her entrance. He muttered, “Fuck…,” fumbling some without a hand to use.

Malcolm thought he could slip in “no problem”, but he had not found the right angle yet. Only her gushing pussy in general.

Sheena reached down to hold his cock against her in perfect alignment. Malcolm’s frustration disappeared instantly. He pressed forward and forward then drove his shaft home!

Nurse and athlete started fucking. Vigorously. Messily. Some sweat getting wiped onto Sheena. Some injuries tweaked on Malcolm. They ignored it all and kept fucking.

So much energy was going into healing right now, Malcolm could not really stretch this out. But knowing he already pleased Sheena, he felt comfortable seeking his own pleasure now. He set his favorite pace, rolling his hips.

“Sheena, I’m going to cum!”

She wrapped her legs further around Malcolm’s hips, feet sometimes touching his ass and pulling him close.

“Cum inside me!”

Sheena watched Malcolm’s face as his balls erupted and he pumped her full of his load. She might have cum again just from the sight if she wasn’t worried about whether he was hurting, too.

“Mmmmmm thank you, nurse Sheena”

She slapped his back playfully, “Shut up!”

“Yes, nurse.”

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After she cleaned and rebandaged his wounds, Sheena was feeling a little embarrassed and slutty. “Okay, I guess that’s good for now. Let me know if anything changes in the next few days. Keep an eye out for signs of infection…”

“I’m just a simple man, Sheena. I might need to keep you around for your medical opinion. Plus, I don’t want to ruin these fresh bandages by trying to get myself off again in a couple hours.”

She smiled. The travel nurse didn’t have another gig lined up for a couple of weeks.

“You’re hopeless. All right. I have some errands to run, but I’ll come back to change your bandages again. In the meantime, let me put my number in your phone so you can reach me easily.”

Malcolm found and delivered his phone to Sheena.

“Good. Call me any time, night or day, if your condition changes. I will monitor your wounds and give you a blow job any time you get hard.”

Malcolm’s staff started to rise just thinking about those lips at his beck and call.

Still naked, his need for his nurse’s services was completely clear. Sheena dropped to her knees.

God, she looked sexy with her mouth on his cock. Maybe Malcolm would change into his kilt for easy access in case he called his nurse frequently over the next few days…

The End