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Subject: {ASSM} Daydreams and Distractions 2 (Redbud)
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Date: Sun, 25 Oct 2009 18:10:02 -0400
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Daydreams and Distractions 2

   They stood in line.  The girl watched others leaving the clinic.  Some
of the girls' faces were flushed.  Others held their hands against their
bellies.  "See?  I told you it wouldn't hurt," she heard some of their
companions say.  The girls themselves seemed uncertain.  Some of them were
asked if they needed to sit before they left the clinic.  The girl was
nervous.  She glanced at her older sister and wished she could be anywhere
but here.  "I hate shots..." she mumbled.

   "It takes a second," her sister answered.

   The line was moving quickly.  Nurses handed them papers to sign.  She
checked the box stating her age and that this was her first shot.  Out of
this room, across a small hallway, and in another room she heard girls'
voices: sometimes sharp quick gasps, sometimes groans, sometimes long slow
exhalations, sometimes panting before someone held their breath.  The hair
on the back of her neck rose.

   "Don't worry," said her sister.  "Sometimes you feel a little prick."

   Now she wished the line didn't move so quickly.  They were in the
hallway, then they were walking into the room.  There were desks all around
the room.  Under each desk was a wastebasket full of used syringes.  Nurses
wore rubber gloves.  She was distracted by a young man.  "Are you
together?" he asked her and her sister.

   "No," her sister smiled, "not this time.  I'm just keeping my little
sister company."

   The young man pointed her to a newly empty desk.  A nurse was waiting,
already unwrapping a syringe.  It was huge, thick and curved, maybe eight
or nine inches long with a smooth and rounded end.  "Why is it so long?"
she asked nervously.

   The nurse smiled.  "It always looks worse than it feels.  We just want
to make sure that it goes deeply enough to work before it spills out." She
heard small cries.  She felt like she was beginning to hyperventilate.

   "Pull down your jeans, sweetie," said the nurse.

   She unbuckled her belt, swiveled her hips left, then right.

   "That's far enough, sweetie," said the nurse.  They were hardly below
her bottom.  "Turn around.  Yep.  Good.  Lean right against the edge of the
desk.  Now bend over with your elbows on the table.  That's it.  Are you
comfortable, hon?"

   "Yes," she muttered.  Across from her, another girl had just leaned over
a desk.  She saw the nurse behind the other girl lift up a syringe, tap it
and push the plunger just a little.  A milky white, thick, fluid dribbled
from the tip of the syringe, slickening it.  The syringe was full.  The
girl had worn a corduroy mini-skirt that she didn't even have to pull up.
Her panties were around her thighs.  The nurse lowered the syringe behind
the girl.  Though she couldn't see the syringe, she watched the nurse push
and saw the girl's eyes widen in surprise, her mouth open, and heard her
groan.

   She felt the warm tip of the syringe placed against her own opening. 
The girl across from her was panting.  Then she gasped!  Just a quick
prick. She felt the syringe open and enter her.  She gasped and panted as
the nurse deftly, with practiced ease, slowly but steadily pushed the full
length into her.  She groaned.  She couldn't help it!  When would it be all
the way in?  She panted.  Why was it so big around?  She wanted to open her
legs but her jeans kept her legs together.  She arched instead.  As if that
is what the nurse had been waiting for, she felt a final shove as the tip
of syringe pressed upward against a deep barrier.  She grunted.  She didn't
move.

   The girl across from her exhaled and her eyes rolled as the nurse behind
her pulled out the large syringe.  It was empty.  The girl stood slowly,
eyes half lidded, and pulled her panties up under her mini skirt.

   Inside her own belly, something was being filled.  She panted.  It
wasn't her belly.  It was something else being filled, lower down.  The
nurse was pushing the syringe hard into her as she slowly emptied its
contents.  She arched compliantly.  She could feel a warmth filling her
abdomen.  When would she be done?  Something felt funny.  Hurry!  - she
almost cried out.  "Something feels funn..." she started to say, as her
opening tightened around the syringe.  Then she felt her muscles spasm
around the syringe.  The room spun and she couldn't stop her back arching
sharply with each strange spasm even has the nurse strongly held the
syringe inside her, preventing her hips from moving too far .  "It's OK,
hon," she heard the nurse say.  "Perfectly natural.  You can't stop it.  It
happens to a lot of girls.  I'm...  almost...  done."

   She couldn't answer.  Her brows were knit.  Her mouth was silently open.
She felt the syringe being pulled out.  "Ohhhh..." she groaned as the tip
of it slipped out of her opening.

   She felt the nurse gently wipe her opening with a tissue.  "You're all
done."

   She felt her sister's hands on her shoulders.  She stood, shakily.  She
thought she could still feel the syringe emptying inside her.  She felt a
pleasurable, fading muscle spasm.  She shakily pulled up her panties and
jeans.  "Was that supposed to happen?" she asked the nurse.

   "There can be some side-effects," the nurse answered, tossing the empty
syringe and tissue into the waste-basket.  "You might have another episode.
You'll notice wetness and other side effects for the next day or so."

   "Thanks," said her older sister.

   They left with other girls, some with their hands on their abdomens, all
looking a little dazed.  She saw the girl who had been across from her lean
against the exit door, groan, grab the door handle tightly, and...  

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