Date: Sun, 14 Oct 2007 11:35:36 -0400
From: J W <jw1137@hotmail.com>
Subject: School Nurse's Delight 4

Emily Miller vice Principal at Benjamin Franklin Hi would not have been
able to tell you how she got home. Wrapped in the luxurious leather of her
Lexus with Mozart playing softly on the awesome sound system she was
completely lost in thought. When she realized that she had stumbled on a
sexual liaison in progress in the school nurse's office she'd felt like she
might go into cardiac arrest. She eventually recognized the vaguely
familiar sensations of sexual arousal. It had been a very long time since
she'd last had them. Now as she maneuvered her car through the light
evening traffic she thought `Maybe I did have a heart attack' ever since
the moments outside the nurse's door her life had been passing before her
eyes. `Isn't that what is fabled to happen when you have a near death
experience? Yeah but your whole life is supposed to flash at that moment,
not over the next hour.' Emily decided it didn't mater why she was taking
an extended walk down memory lane it was something she didn't do very
often.

She was recalling childhood and her domineering mother. Mom's view of sex
was that it was an obligation put on a woman by filthy men as a requisite
part of matrimony. Since a woman had practically no options but to get
married she was doomed at birth to suffer with these consequences. This was
the philosophy that prevailed over Emily's formative years. She met a boy
in the only appropriate place; church. At eighteen mom had decided that the
relationship was the right one. She had gotten engaged to Abraham who was
three years older than her in her second year of university. Three months
later Abe was drafted. Both sets of parents would have died had they known
that the couple agreed to consummate their relationship before he shipped
out. Emily's only sexual experience with another person confirmed her
mother's advice. The inexperienced but worse uninformed couple made a mess
of it. For Abe the result was satisfactory if quite brief; for Emily it was
painful and anything but satisfactory. It couldn't have been brief enough
for her.

Abe became one of the last casualties of the reviled war. Emily was now
damaged goods and did not pursue another relationship. Instead she immersed
herself in study while her mother worked at playing matchmaker. Mom was
frustrated and not at all pleased when she signed up for graduate work. It
was in the same week that she presented her thesis for, and got, her
English Lit master's degree that mom suffered a massive coronary and died
within hours. Deprived of her rudder Emily did what was comfortable and got
her master's in Education two years later. The teaching certificate she
earned at the age of twenty eight entitled her to go out in the world [well
sort of] and earn a living. Her years of higher learning produced no
friends. She buried herself in study to the exclusion of everything
else. There were wild parties and cavorting all around but the intense
student participated in none of it. It was of course impossible to
completely avoid any exposure to sex. The bookworm attempted masturbation
on a couple of occasions but never finished. Somewhere in the back of her
mind her mother was always there telling her how dirty and vile the whole
thing was.

Now as she entered her driveway the thoughts of touching herself had
returned after all these years. Inside her front door she placed her
handbag on the hall table and proceeded directly to her bedroom. After
stripping out of her grey business suit she hung it up neatly in the
closet. Her silk blouse followed cast into the laundry hamper. The panty
hose were pushed down to mid thigh and she sat on the bed to complete their
removal. She stood up in her underwear, sensible briefs and matching bra
covered by a beige camisole. When she reached for the bottom of the silk
undershirt she trembled. The dirty words heard through the door an hour ago
echoed in her head again. `Suck my clit. Oh no!' the tingling was back. For
the first time in ages Emily reached between her legs for a reason other
than washing and wiping.

At first she just ran her fingers over the crispness of her pubic hair
through the satin material of her panties. There was definitely a
reaction. She could feel a pressure building deep inside. `Oh God this is
so adolescent' she chided herself but the hand didn't stop. Gently stroking
up and down over the well concealed vulva she felt her nipples
stiffen. With her free hand she cupped her breast through the double
thickness of satin. The material was not sufficient to prevent her feeling
the hardness of the erect bud. Caressing her boob she was conscious of the
sensation of the hard point against her palm but thrilled by the unusual
feeling that seemed to flow from the tip of her tit to the apex of her
thighs. She now felt as if her crotch was glowing. `It's like starting all
over again' she thought as the pleasure built. Her right hand slipped under
the waist band of her panties of its own accord; through the soft hair to
the delicate labia below. Carefully feeling the sensitive flesh with her
finger she pressed harder until the tip penetrated the outer
defenses. Feeling the hint of wetness the invading finger moved lower
toward her sacred passage. Finding much damper conditions she probed deeper
entering the outer half inch of her vagina. `Ooo I'm actually getting wet'
she recognized and was surprised. In spite of the glorious sensations she
was giving herself she still doubted that she was anymore able to achieve
orgasm.

Three fingers of her right hand rotated rhythmically at the top of her
crease occasionally dipping down to re-lubricate. Her left hand invaded the
bra cup and stroked the hard point it encountered directly. When she
squeezed her hard little nipple a pulse of pleasure thumped between her
legs. Emily had her head back and her eyes closed. There were
unidentifiable patterns of light passing before her eyes as she enjoyed her
long neglected erogenous zones. The light patterns began to congeal. There
was a predominance of blue in the image that was forming. The school
administrator came to recognize the vision as that of the blonde teenager
she had seen walking hand in hand with Ms. Braun. The perfect young figure
so breathtakingly displayed in the clinging blue knit dress. She felt the
surge and for an agonizing moment thought she would be denied release, but
then it came, she came, in a shivering tingling rush. It was fortunate that
she was beside her bed affording a soft landing when she fell.

In the warm afterglow she felt transported. Her mind turned over thoughts
that in a state of full consciousness would have been disturbing. Somehow
in the blissful post orgasmic haze she was able to ponder the perplexing
questions objectively. `Congratulations Emily! You've achieved what most
girls accomplish before they're twelve. You're only forty years or so
late. So why now? Why after all this time.' The endorphins coursing through
her blood stream opened brain pathways that were normally closed off with
big heavy doors hanging on rusty hinges. `It was overhearing the sexcapades
in the nurse's office that triggered the rebirth that much was pretty
obvious; but so what, so what about it?' Benjamin Franklin Hi's vice
principal was in the twilight zone between wakefulness and sleep as the
interrogative continued. `It was a unique experience. I've never overheard
people having sex before. Oh God I'm a voyeur! Is that the correct term if
you don't see anything? Never mind it's all the same. It was more than
that; it was two women, no, girls playing with each other. That's what made
it so exciting.' Deep so very deep in her psyche the thought of being pawed
by a man was revolting `hence sex is out of the question, right?' That was
the only conclusion her puritanical upbringing could come to.

It wasn't really the first time the thought had occurred. Immediately after
she'd over heard the girls she'd realized the significance of the fact that
it was a lesbian tryst she was overhearing. In her normal restrictive
thought process she couldn't let her mind dwell on the fact. In her current
less inhibited state she allowed her mind to explore the concept of sex
between two women. The vision of the sweet little blonde in the blue dress
shimmered in her mind's eye again. Once more the pangs of arousal announced
their presence. Even in her semi euphoric state the realization of what
this could mean was too much for the VP, so she blocked it and let the
peaceful fog carry her into dream land.

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She awoke feeling chilled, still lying across the bed in her bra and
panties and no cover. Last night had a dreamlike quality to it. `Had she
imagined the whole thing?' she wondered as she stripped off her underwear
and entered the shower. The slightly crusty feel of her pubic hair as she
started to wash was evidence enough of the veracity of the memory. Her
professional mind had returned to full command and she regretted it. `What
am I going to do about Mary Crawford?' the question echoed repeatedly as
she soaped her lithe body. Disciplining of staff was not within the scope
of her job; disciplining of students was. `The book would say you report
the whole matter to Principal Spencer first thing this morning.' The
thought caused her fifty year old body to shudder under the warm shower
spray. `It would be the end of the nurse's career. She might even be
charged; after all the girls are minors'. The perky young woman could wind
up in jail. The penalty seemed to be much too harsh. `So what is the
alternative? Nobody else knows, you could ignore the whole incident.' She
might be able to convince herself not to report it but ignoring it was out
of the question. It was taking on the shape of a life changing event for
her.

`Were the girls coerced?' A new line of reasoning emerged as Emily donned
her dressing gown and made her way to the kitchen for the first
invigorating cup of Jo. `Who was really responsible for the erotic events
in that health room?' it was a salient question. `Shouldn't the person or
persons most responsible for the event bear the consequences? What if the
nurse was essentially innocent? If the situation was formally investigated
it wouldn't matter, her career would be ruined even if she was eventually
exonerated.' There seemed to be only one reasonable course. She would
confront the students involved and find out the sordid details. If the
school nurse was guilty there'd be nothing lost. Emily resolved to keep the
situation under her complete control until all the facts were known.

Sitting at her kitchen table sipping her coffee she felt relieved to have
reached a decision. Her mind began to preplan the meeting with the junior
students. Together or separately was the first question; a `no brainer'
really. I need to get the two stories separately with the little nymphs
having no opportunity to compare notes. That's my best shot at getting to
the truth. `What about Mary's side of the story? The teenagers could hang
her out to dry to save their own skins. I'll cross that bridge when I come
to it.' Ms. Miller thought as she went to choose her wardrobe for the
fateful day.

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The first order of business for vice Principal Miller was to identify Annie
Braun's playmate. The student files on the secure data base included
photos. Using the basic search criteria of female and junior still left her
with two hundred results. It could be a long morning. She wished there was
a way to narrow it down but the criteria: gorgeous, sexy, lesbian or even
blonde were not available. Flipping at a rate of one ever three or four
seconds it only took twenty minutes to find Melanie Morgan. When the
teenager's smiling face appeared on the screen the school administrator
felt her pussy twitch. `Wow you've got it bad!' Emily judged. The photo
showed the student above the shoulders, a head shot if you will, but Emily
saw the slinky blue dress walking down the hall just the same. Opening the
schedules of both students she was pleased to find that they were not in
the same classes most of the morning. She made the first call herself to
Melanie's Math teacher. Mr. Norris agreed that he would send the young lady
down to the VP's office as soon as she arrived. Ms. Miller then buzzed the
school secretary to inform her of immanent arrival. "And Margaret, as soon
as you show her in I'd like you to contact Angela Meyers and have Annie
Braun sent down too. Please have Ms. Braun wait in the outer office until I
call for her." The secretary acknowledged the instructions.

The butterflies in Emily's stomach were annoying. `There's no reason for me
to be nervous for heaven's sake. I'm just going to ask some questions about
what happened last night in the health room and see what I get for
answers.' The details of what happened last night of course were the cause
of the administrator's anxiety. What made it worse was that every time she
thought about it she felt a little pinch between her legs; as often as not
the over heard `Oh God Annie suck my clit...' would arise from her auditory
memory.

Melanie Morgan walked quickly toward the office with her own flock of
butterflies swirling around inside. Mr. Norris didn't know why she had been
summoned to Ms. Miller's office but in the youngster's mind it was
practically never a good thing. Try as she might she could not imagine any
reason that she would be in trouble. The secretary guided her to the VP's
office door and rapped "Miz Morgan is here." She announced through the
closed door.

"Come." Emily replied curtly.

The young blonde stood nervously in the doorway. "Come in and close the
door" the woman behind the large mahogany desk commanded. After completing
the task Melanie stood beside the door, her fight or flight senses dialed
decidedly to flight. "Have a seat" the VP offered in a somewhat friendlier
tone. Emily surveyed the student from head to toe as she crossed the
office. Her first reaction was one of disappointment. The girl's T shirt
like top with its V neck and fancy embroidery across the bodice could not
hold a candle to the dress the teenager had worn yesterday. The short plaid
pleated skirt stopped at least a hand's width above her knees. Ankle socks
and the same Mary Janes completed the ensemble. Melanie took up her
position in one of the chairs facing the desk. The guest chair was far
enough away that Emily was still able to admire the cute ruffle on the top
of the ankle socks. The teenager's expression was one of grave concern
bordering on terror. She pressed her folded hands into her lap and waited
for the axe to fall. "I observed you and Ann Braun leaving the school quite
late last evening. Would you please explain to me why?" Melanie's heart
skipped a beat and she felt a puckering sensation in her rectum. `She saw
us!' the revelation left the teenager speechless but her mind was in
overdrive.

"We...we were studying." Good answer Ms. Miller thought and maybe not even
an untruth.

"What were you studying?" an obvious and simple follow up question but for
the nervous teenager it started a video replay of the previous evening's
festivities. The girl could not stop the vision of the school nurse's
dripping pussy from appearing in her mind. She and Annie had planned a
repeat performance at lunch time and in preparation young Ms. Morgan had
chosen to leave her underwear at home. The clothing her interrogator could
see was all the clothing she was wearing. For this reason when she felt her
huge areolas begin to crinkle and their adorable center points begin to
rise she knew the condition of her nipples would quickly become apparent
through the T shirt should Ms. Miller care to look.

"We were studying for a... uh, a health quiz" Melanie decided to stay as
close to the truth as discretion could bear. She looked the stone faced
vice Principal in the eye. It was a little trick she had become pretty
accomplished at. Most people mistook it for sincerity. In actual fact she
was trying to read the older woman's expression to modify the lie if she
saw incredulity. The youngster was no stranger to deceit. All she needed
was time to construct a plausible story. `How can I buy some time' she
wondered. The answer might be in her inquisitor's eyes. The girl was
emboldened when she noticed that the older woman's eyes were indeed
checking out her chest.

Emily could feel the heat beginning to build between her tightly closed
thighs. She had thought the student sitting in front of her was braless but
those young tits were so firm it was hard to be sure. The appearance of the
tiny bumps near the center of the high cones confirmed her
suspicions. `What did those sweet adolescent mounds look like naked?' She
had no points of reference she couldn't remember when or even if she'd ever
seen another woman's bare breasts but she was dying to see Melanie's. Her
own nipples puckered sympathetically. On the other hand she had an
investigation to conduct. "And where were you girls studying?" the teenager
was delighted that the VP's eyes were still on her boobs.

"Well we started out in the class room, you know, where we take health
class. It's room one oh six; but then we had some questions so we went over
to see Nurse Crawford. `God she's good' Emily thought. `She's not giving me
anything to jump on. Everything she's said so far is could be true.'
Melanie was starting to feel the balance of power shift. She'd seen lust
often enough to be fairly sure that's what she was seeing on Ms. Miller's
face. The under dressed student sat fully back in her chair. The new
position stretched the T shirt tight across her plump treasures with their
stiff tips. She knew that the T shirt material was thin enough that even
her textured areolas would now be visible embossed in the peach colored
cloth. Rewarded by the older woman's quick intake of breath she decided to
up the ante. "Was there some kind of a problem last night?" she asked and
started to spread her knees and bring them back together in a very childish
rocking motion.

Ms. Miller was the one who was now speechless. When the girl parted her
thighs she was sure she was able to see right up to her
crotch. Unfortunately as soon as they reached the provocative position they
immediately closed again. The skirt rode up revealing most of the girl's
creamy thighs but the ultimate spectacle was `flashing' for too brief a
time. If Emily had known the girl was pantiless she would not have been
able to stand it. She was just sitting there looking at the forbidden fruit
across the desk. "I asked you if something happened in the school last
night" Melanie repeated her question gruffly. The timbre of her voice did
not fit with her sweet innocent face. Emily who could feel her level of
arousal getting completely out of hand was shocked at the student's
demanding tone. The school administrator was having extreme difficulty
concentrating on the interview and she really didn't know how to answer the
question without confessing about her eavesdropping.

"I heard noises... coming from the, uh, nurse's office" Emily finally
managed to choke out.

"What kind of noises?" the girl asked softly as she stood up. Emily took in
the head to toe beauty before the little blonde leaned forward and put her
elbows on the dark wooden desk and rested her chin in her palms. Ms. Miller
looked into the crystal blue eyes that were now less than three feet
away. Through wide eyes she explored the cute impish face framed by the
chin length sandy hair. The teenager's lips were highlighted very subtly
with a peach colored lip gloss and she was running her soft pink tongue
over them. Emily felt like there was something fluttering in her
panties. she wanted to say what she'd over heard; `Annie suck my clit' but
even as the phrase replayed in her mind a deep throb emanated from her
womanhood.

"They weren't, uh, normal noises. It sounded like, uh, somebody was in
pain" Emily opted to relate her first impression of the sounds as her eyes
began to wander. Below the cute little chin the V neck of the T shirt was
gaping. Somewhat obscured by the shaded darkness Emily could see the perky
tits hanging straight down from the girl's chest. (Truth be told they
didn't hang under any conditions.) Aside from the poor lighting, the
delectable teenaged orbs couldn't have been more fully displayed. The pussy
spasm almost made the VP cry out but she covered by clearing her
throat. Emily had no clear recollection of what was said [or screamed] last
night. She did know that all three of them were fairly vocal when they were
approaching climax, so it wasn't surprising that the noises Ms. Miller
heard didn't sound "normal". Melanie held her revealing position as she
worked on an answer.

"I don't remember anything bad happening. We were probably just foolin'
around. You know us teenagers, were always foolin' around." She finally
said in a completely inadequate explanation. With that she stood up. "Well
I guess that clears that up." She announced, turning on her heel and
heading for the door. "I gotta get back to class now." Emily wanted to
protest, to tell the little seductress to sit down, that she wasn't
finished but her throat was locked, so she just sat there trembling as
Melanie walked out the door.

In the main office area Melanie was only mildly surprised to see Annie
sitting on one of the chairs. Their eyes met and Melanie winked tossing her
head in the direction of the VP's office door. The older girl understood
completely. She knew that Ms. Miller scared the begeebers out of most of
the kids in the school. She wasn't one of them. When she'd gotten the
summons to the office, like Melanie she'd been puzzled as to what it could
be about. She did know that she hadn't done anything wrong so there was
nothing to worry about. As Melanie passed by her friend on the way out she
leaned down and whispered "She heard us last night with Mary." The younger
girl glanced over her shoulder and flipped up the back of her skirt,
exposing her naked butt to her friend as she left the office and
disappeared down the hall.

Annie smirked. Rising from her seat and straightening her dress she strode
over to Emily Miller's office door. `This could be fun!' Last year, when
Annie had been struggling with her sexuality, the vice Principal had
actually been at the top of her list of candidates for a seduction
attempt. That was before she heard the rumors about the school's nurse. The
administrator, whether she knew it or not, looked very butch. She always
wore very masculine clothes; mainly suits. If she wore any make up at all
it was not evident. She made no attempt to cover the grey in her salt and
pepper hair which was quite short and obviously styled for convenience not
fashion. Annie stood at the office doorway smiling "You wanted to see me"
she chirped pleasantly.

Emily was still holding on to the top of her desk trying to catch her
breath when the second nymph appeared in her doorway. Annie had prepared
for her boxed lunch in much the same way as her classmate i. e. sans under
garments. Her polyester blend dress was a pale shade of green with darker
green flowers for a pattern. The bodice was sort of puffy around her firm
breasts and the waist was high so the lower portion of the dress flowed
from just under her bust and ended at her mid thigh. Her legs were bare as
were her feet except for the white sandals with a one inch wedge
heel. `Melanie must have done quite a number on her' the girl recognized
looking at the VP's pallor and rattled expression. The woman behind the
desk was still incapable of speech but she did manage a definitive shake of
her head to the girl's question.

"Melanie told me you were concerned about what happened in the nurse's
office last night" the girl related as she came to stand beside the older
woman's desk. Again the best the aroused administrator could manage was an
affirmative nod. Annie perched hip on the side of the desk apparently
taking charge of this exchange. "We were studying for a health quiz on
female anatomy and we wanted to check and see if we had everything right,
so we went over to see Ms. Crawford." The congruity of the two girl's
stories was uncanny considering they'd had no opportunity to compare
notes. Similar to her friend, Annie watched Emily's face to be sure she was
buying the tale. As a matter of fact Annie might have claimed that she'd
taught her protégé the technique. `It's hard to know what she's thinking,
or even if she's hearing what I'm saying' Annie thought.

Emily was struggling to get herself under control. Without much effort or
acumen on her part she'd basically managed to verify the story; or so she
thought. Everything would have been fine if it weren't for that damn phrase
she'd overheard.

"We were having a little trouble figuring out exactly where your urethra
is." The girl on the desk continued to explain studying the woman's
reaction intently. Annie was pleased with the little jerk of the VP's body
at the mention of the clinical term for a part of the female
anatomy. "Melanie thought it was way up near the top, but I was pretty sure
it was lower down. We were thinking about, you know looking at each
other's, um, well, uh... you know, between each other's legs" Annie
carefully maneuvered around assigning a name to the female genitalia. "But
to be honest we didn't really know what it looked like. The pictures in the
books are so... you know... unrealistic" so that's why we had to go and see
Nurse Crawford."

"Did she help you?" Emily croaked regaining her voice.

"Oh yeah" Annie replied emphatically.

"How did she help you?" The school administrator could scarcely believe the
question had come out of her mouth. Annie twisted around on the desk until
she was facing Emily's chair, swinging her bare legs back and forth into
the knee well of the desk. Annie lowered her voice and leaned closer. In a
conspiratorial tone she replied

"She made us take our panties off and sit on the examination table so she
could show us." The visual was almost too much for the poor sex starved
woman. Encouraged by the moan that escaped the VP's throat she pressed
on. "First I sat up on the table and she made me open my legs really wide,
like this..." and she demonstrated. Unfortunately for the captivated woman
in the desk chair the dress naturally fell between the parted thighs
spoiling the view. "Then she made Melanie sit on this little stool to
look. She used her fingers, you know to, uh... open me up. Like this."
Annie pulled the hem of her dress up nearly under her chin exposing her
naked vulva between her widely spread thighs. The sound that came out of
the woman in front of her was indescribable. When the scandalously exposed
teenager brought her right hand down to separate her labia a spontaneous
orgasm rocked the school administrator so unexpectedly that she very nearly
toppled out of her chair. Emily had no idea it was even possible to climax
with no physical stimulation but the intense sexual release she experienced
immediately corrected that little gap in her lexicon. The older woman's
vision was quite blurred and her head was spinning wildly when the bell
sounded.

"I gotta go for lunch now." The teenager in the green print dress announced
as she popped down off the desk. Over her shoulder on the way out the door
she added "maybe I can tell you the rest some other time."