A Note From The Nurse

Blake Blossom slinks into the nurse’s office with a crooked little smile, hoping to duck out for the party upstairs. Candice Dare sees right through it. She shuts the door with a firm click and says a full exam comes first. Blake’s caught off-guard, but plays it cool until Candice’s fingers check her throat and pulse. Then Blake blurts out something vague about her pussy, thinking that’ll end the questions. Candice doesn’t even blink. She tells her to strip and hop up on the table. The room is dead quiet except for the creak of the paper sheet as Candice spreads Blake open. Nothing. No fever, no swelling, just soft pink flesh and a lie hanging between them. Candice leans back, eyes narrowing, ready to call the principal. Panic flips Blake’s tongue and she blurts out that she came because she’s been staring at Candice all semester. To her shock, Candice’s stare shifts from suspicion to heat. She yanks Blake forward, tongue sliding past surprised lips. They tear at each other’s shirts, hands squeezing heavy tits, thumbs rolling over stiff nipples. Fingers slip lower, wet sounds filling the small office. Blake’s plan to skip class is fucked—she’s flat on her back with the nurse’s mouth between her legs—but she isn’t complaining.