Marilyn Watson RN

by Jackie

This is a vehicle for my endless medical fetish.

Before the Beginning

When Marilyn moved into the neighborhood it attracted attention. The five foot seven woman with the shiny brown hair was pushing fifty but looked ten years younger. Her looks and youthful figure were more a tribute to her good genes than her workout ethic. She did make some effort to keep her body toned but the spectacular result was out of proportion with the time spent. It wasn’t her appearance that had the neighbors talking it was the fact that she moved into the four bedroom two and a half bath split level home by herself.

Marilyn Watson was not at peace—not yet. He husband of twenty-five years was dead, the victim of a drunk driver. Joe had been gone over two years but their love and long marriage ensured that the stunning widow would never forget him. The pain was still very close to the surface.

Joe’s life insurance would have been more than enough; why would she ever need more than a million dollars. Plus all his retirement savings were also available, totaling another three quarters of a million. When the ambulance chasing—or in this case hearse chasing—law firm had called offering to launch a civil suit pro bono it wasn’t the money that made her agree it was vengeance pure and simple. The drunken bastard who’d taken the love of her life was going to pay and it didn’t matter to her that the shysters were going to take half.

Half turned out to be over two million raising the widow Watson’s net worth to over four million. The civil proceeding had dragged on for over a year and by the time it was over Marilyn was sick of everything. With another harsh Michigan winter looming she went south. Driving down I-75 expecting to arrive eventually in Florida she got wound up in South Carolina. There was something about the bedroom community where she stopped for gas that appealed to her need for peace and solitude.

She didn’t need financing and she wasn’t even sure what she was going to do with the house in Ann Arbor. She walked into a real estate office, found a place she liked and bought it.

Marilyn decided not to bring much from up north. Way too many memories connected to those things; so the furnishings were mostly purchased locally. That was the other thing that had the hum-drum little community buzzing. Instead of a moving van pulling up and off loading a household there was a stream of furniture store trucks.

She stayed at the local hotel only going to the house to supervise the painting and preparations and finally the delivery of the furniture. When everything was ready she checked-out and drove up to her new home like a queen. The only things in her car were the two suitcases that had sustained her during the month long preparations.

She knew this was the easy part. Re-establishing her life without Joe would be the real challenge. Should she go back to nursing? She loved her profession and was damn good at it but in general the pay and the hours sucked. She didn’t need the money so why would she endure the aggravation. That left an unacceptably huge hole as big as the one left by her dearly departed mate.

She was ten years from the age she and Joe had targeted as retirement; but what was retirement without him anyway? She’d need to fill her time with satisfying rewarding work or she’d slip into melancholy and depression and she knew it.

With the basics of the relocation out of the way she began searching for her niche; a place where she could feel needed and perform useful work but without the stress and unattractive working conditions that so often plagued her profession.

The large treed lots afforded privacy but it was the small town sense of community that proved her undoing. She’d barely managed to get her bags to the bedroom when the door bell rang. The Thompsons were only the first of her neighbors to greet her. Front and center was little Sarah holding a basket of fruit; behind stood her parents Marge and Nathan smiling and extending their welcomes. She invited them in—what else could she do—but was relieved when they declined. They looked to be in their early thirties and their daughter a well developed fourteen. Marilyn would later be surprised by her over estimation.

She put the basket on the dining room table and returned to her unpacking. The unemployed nurse didn’t get far before she was interrupted again, this time there were two tween girls, one holding a pie and the other a plate of cookies. Behind them their fathers and mothers welcomed her to the neighborhood.

This time she wasn’t so lucky. Her invitation to come in was accepted. Marilyn was glad she’d taken the time during one of her supervisory visits to stock her pantry and refrigerator. It allowed her to make the tea and coffee to put out with the sweets that had been brought as a welcoming gift. Nobody touched them.

Her second visitors were the Winstons and the Klantons. Each of them had built their houses in the rural setting for the same reasons the atmosphere attracted the retired nurse.

“It’s just good fortune that we all have girls to play with each other,” Evelyn Klanton said sipping her tea. “I’m sure it would get awfully boring out here for them if they didn’t have each other.”

“And the fact that they’re only than two years apart in age is almost unbelievable luck,” Mike Winston added sipping his coffee and wishing it was a beer.

The conversation lasted nearly an hour. Marilyn did confide that she was widowed, that she was a nurse by profession and that she’d moved south to escape the torturous Michigan winters. Her visitors shared that they both worked in the city and relied on the girls working together to bridge the gap between when they arrived home from school and when the parents arrived home from work.

“Well for the time being I’ll be around... if there’s any problem they can call me.”

It was an innocent almost nonchalant offer. The girls had been getting by quite nicely without adult assistance for almost two years now. So it came as no small surprise to find Sarah turn up at her door that very first Monday.

“Hi sweetie is anything wrong,” Marilyn asked fighting off the trepidation that there was a crisis to deal with.

“No, I just wanted to visit,” the youngster replied waiting for permission to enter.

“Sure, of course, Sarah isn’t it?” Marilyn was trying to remember the multitude of names from the weekend that challenged her memory.

“Yeah,” the girl said looking around like she’d never seen the inside of a house before.

“Come on in,” the newest member of the little community offered; “How about some milk and cookies?”

Sarah nodded enthusiastically while following her host into the living room.

When Marilyn returned from the kitchen with the plate of cookies and glass of milk she found her young guest seated on the couch. The white blouse and plaid kilt style skirt bespoke uniform and Marilyn wondered silently if it was, but didn’t ask.

The youngster was a never ending stream of questions and Marilyn answered them honestly to the point that she thought she’d given the girl her autobiography by the time the tween stood up and announced that she had to be getting home. Sarah asked if she could stop by again some time and the older woman agreed.

Missus Watson had managed to fit in a few questions of her own and learned that her neighbor was only twelve, not fourteen as she had originally speculated. Sarah and Megan, one of the other girls who’d come by with the welcome wagon were classmates at a private school while Emma the third neighborhood girl was a year older and had already started high school.

Despite the interrogative nature of the conversation Marilyn found that she enjoyed the girl’s company and realized that she hadn’t had many chats with the younger generation. Not having any kids of her own there was a novelty to it.

Later in the week Sarah showed up at her door again. Marilyn offered the milk and cookies and they picked up where they’d left off. This time however the older woman was asking most of the questions and they hung-out the kitchen.

She found out, not surprisingly, that her young companion had never been on a date. The adorable and precocious youngster told Marilyn that since they lived out in the sticks and the private school was all girls she had very few opportunities to even meet boys.

“Emma’s been on a date though,” Sarah confided. “They had a dance at the high school and she went with this older guy. I think he’s a junior. He had a car and everything.”

“Wow, I’m surprised Emma’s parents would let her go,” Marilyn commented.

“Emma’s parents are cool, she always gets to do stuff that Megan and I can’t.”

“Like what sweetie,” the nurse asked, finding their conversation strangely invigorating.

“Well she got to stay in Charlotte for a whole week last summer with Marissa, that’s her sister, she goes to USC.”

“That sounds like it would be a lot of fun—hanging out with college girls,” Marilyn replied and felt an unusual surge as some part of her mind recalled her college days.

She didn’t start reminiscing it was more just a feeling that washed over her, and there was a decidedly sexual component to it.

“Yeah she got to stay in the dorm. There were only two beds so Marissa and her roommate shared one and let Emma have the other one. She said they didn’t mind. She said sometimes it was hard to fall asleep because they were giggling and making other weird noises.”

That revelation sent a jolt directly to the nurse’s pussy and she had to clear her throat to cover the squeal that almost escaped. She’d nearly forgotten having a roommate like that when she was in college. How long had it been—how many years since she’d even thought of Karen? If she’d thought of her college lover since she and Joe were married it couldn’t have been more than once or twice.

‘A quarter of a century...’ the amount of time that had passed was awesome.

Karen was from out of state and moved back home right after graduation. They made a half hearted attempt to stay in touch, but in the days before the internet it wasn’t that easy, and their relationship had been one of convenience—purely sexual. They were lovers first and friends second.

She recalled with astounding clarity how her roommate had come on to her. Up until that night she’d considered herself to be as straight as an arrow. Marilyn had to concede that she was quite sexual. Being away from home and her boyfriend (a relationship that did not survive the separation) she had needs. It wasn’t like she had never been curious, so when Karen made her move she found a willing victim.

Thinking back on it she couldn’t get over what a unique relationship it had been. She never had one before or after anything like it. There wasn’t the emotional attachment that she’d experienced with her boyfriends, and certainly with the man she’d married. There wasn’t the psychological maneuvering and jockeying for position; it was all about the cuddling and physical comfort—physical pleasure. Marilyn shuddered recalling those long ago sensations and realized that she’d drifted away. It was her turn to uphold the conversation.

“I’m sure she had fun... lack of sleep is a college tradition.”

The sensation between her legs didn’t want to subside.

’I haven’t had a sexual thought or impulse in such a long time,’ Marilyn realized.

’It’s amazing and disturbing that the first one in so long comes from my lesbian experience.’

Later when she thought about it more thoroughly it wasn’t so hard to understand. She’d entered a life long commitment with her soul-mate. She had no desire of any kind to find another man but sexual gratification—that was another matter altogether. The puzzling thing was that it was this innocuous conversation with her tween neighbor that reignited her needs.

Just to make matters worse Sarah was sitting on one of the high kitchen stools at the breakfast counter eating her cookies. The twelve year old was waggling her legs open and closed like girls do at that age and Marilyn was treated to an intermittent thrilling view of her white panty crotch.

She didn’t want the thoughts to enter her head but she was powerless to stop them. She knew right then that she’d masturbate for the first time in a year as soon as the girl left. She was determined to think about Joe or even Karen, anything but Sarah, but that’s not what happened.

>>>

It was like discovering a lost treasure. Marilyn fingered herself to multiple climaxes before she finally fell asleep that night. Part of the time the old contentment was like the satisfaction she’d had with Joe but some of the orgasms were clearly related to the hedonistic relationship with Karen. Right at the end, the last release before she succumbed to exhaustion, was a vision of her tween neighbor’s head between her thighs. The climax was too intense and she didn’t even want to acknowledge that she’d imagined it when she faded away into an endorphin fueled sleep.

Marilyn had rediscovered her sexuality. Between looking for an acceptable opportunity to apply her nursing skills and experience she found herself masturbating on a regular basis—at least once a day. Most of the time—a lot of the time—her mind was sort of blank just reveling in the physical sensations of her fingers on her pussy and nipples, but when an erotic scenario would intrude the nurse found that her pre-teen neighbor was often involved. She wanted to purge those thoughts from her mind but they just wouldn’t go away.

In the mean time Sarah stopped by once a week or so to enjoy her neighbor’s cookies and unintentionally amplify the older woman’s attraction. They were becoming quite comfortable with one another.

Well Sarah seemed comfortable; Marilyn frequently had lascivious thoughts and usually wound up in her bedroom jilling for an hour when the tween left.

She wasn’t having much success finding a job either. In all honesty she wasn’t trying that hard. It wasn’t difficult to find nursing jobs but they were all in the city and she really didn’t care for the idea of commuting plus most of them involved shift work or some other disagreeable working condition. Marilyn was starting to think that she was going to have to find some other way to make her life meaningful when the improbable happened.

The unemployed nurse checked the clock when the door bell sounded and knew that it would be Sarah. She’d stopped being mad at herself and embarrassed when her pussy twitched as it usually did when she thought about her little friend. She opened the door and was startled to see two tween faces looking back at her.

“Is it OK if Megan comes to visit too?” Sarah asked politely.

“Sure, I just hope I have enough cookies,” Marilyn replied holding the door wide to admit the identically dressed school chums.

She arranged the cookies on a plate and was getting the milk out of the fridge when Sarah asked,

“Do you remember when I told you about Emma visiting her sister last summer?”

“Of course I do honey, I remember that you were jealous.”

“Remember I told you that Marissa and her roommate shared a bed and were making funny noises?”

Marilyn felt her kitty twitch again. How could she ever forget that conversation, the one that had reawakened her sex drive.

“Uh-huh—“ the nurse responded placing the milk and cookies on the breakfast counter in front of the girls.

“Well Megan heard Emma say that she thought they were fooling around.”

It was a simple statement and, coming from the twelve year old maybe even an innocent one, but it hit Marilyn like a brick. Her pussy clenched and she had the intense desire to sit down but the girls were occupying the only two stools so she just grabbed the counter for support. Her mind was racing,

‘Did either of them know what fooling around meant or was it just a term they’d heard.’

Marilyn very much wanted to know the answer to that question.

“What do you mean by fooling around?” she probed looking from one girl to the other. Megan spoke up for the first time.

“You know touching each other and stuff,” the smaller less mature looking girl said.

“What kind of stuff?” the nurse pursued, attempting to determine their level of understanding.

Megan was blushing furiously and if she had an answer she wasn’t coming out with it.

“That’s just it,” Sarah filled in, “we don’t really know. When Meg told me that I thought she knew something that I didn’t but... but now I don’t think she does so I suggested that we come over here and ask you ‘cause... ‘cause you’re a nurse and you’d know these things.”

The heat rising from between her legs had arrived in her head in a dizzying rush. There was such urgency to it that Marilyn’s normal cautiousness was overwhelmed. Deep down she knew that she was on very dangerous ground.

“Well, do you ever touch yourself?” she asked in a low conspiratorial voice.

The shocked look on both girl’s faces and brilliant shade of red they both turned seemed to contradict the negative shaking of their heads.

“Never?” Marilyn let her voice rise an octave indicating her disbelief.

“I have a couple of times,” Sarah confessed in a hoarse whisper.

“Did it feel good?”

Sarah was nodding in a tentative way and her eyes looked a bit glassy. Megan was catching flies. Her mouth was hanging open and the nurse hoped the youngster wasn’t going to faint.

“Did it feel really really good... did you have a climax?”

Sarah’s expression changed from guilt to puzzlement. There was no need for her to say that she had no idea what her older friend was talking about.

The tingling insistent pressure between Marilyn’s legs had turned to a throb. Her cautious nature told her to shoo the girls out and attend to her needs but something even stronger made her press on.

“If you touch yourself and you do it just right something amazing happens... it’s like the most glorious feeling a person can ever have... it’s called an orgasm or sometimes a climax.”

Marilyn was leaning on her elbows over the breakfast counter only about two feet from the enraptured pupils. The girls sat in wide eyed amazement and Megan had begun to fidget on the stool. The nurse wished that she was further away because she was sure the wiggling was causing the short uniform skirt to ride up the shy tween’s silky coltish thighs. As a consolation her position allowed her to move her shoulders subtly causing her lounging suit jacket to rub tantalizingly on her erect nipples.

She didn’t know what signal she was looking for she just hoped that she’d recognize it and interpret it properly when she saw it. There was silence you could have cut with a knife for several long seconds. Some last upsurge from her conscience or her better judgment made her stand up and say,

“You’ll learn all about that when you’re older.”

The act of her standing up gave an air of finality to the statement.

“We’re old enough,” the girls said in stereo almost as though they’d rehearsed it.

“I doubt that your parents would agree,” Marilyn stated flatly watching the expression on their faces and trying to read their innocent little minds.

‘Are they really curious enough to go through with this... through with what?’ the nurse challenged her own thought. ‘They probably have no idea where this is leading.’

“They don’t have to know.”

The would-be sex coach was surprised that it was Megan who spoke the important words.

“Yeah, as far as they’re concerned we’ll always be babies,” Sarah added.

The older woman took deep breath and plunged recklessly into the murky water.

“I can show you what it’s all about but it has to be just between us,” Marilyn cautioned.

She thought that there was a healthy dose of trepidation behind the affirmative nods.

“Let’s go in the living room, we’ll be more comfortable there,” she said and began leading the way.

The girls stood in the middle of the living room. Their hands were folded in front of them and Marilyn thought she detected nervous hand-wringing.

“Well ladies, if you’re going to learn about self-pleasuring you’re going to need to take your clothes off.”

The two of them lit up like red light bulbs. The low stereo groan wasn’t from arousal it was from shock. The nurse waited patiently but neither girl moved.

“Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea,” the nurse said feeling disappointed and relieved at the same time.

“E..eveything... do we have to take everything off,” Sarah asked in a stammering shy voice.

“Well I suppose you don’t have to take everything off, but it would definitely be better—more complete that way.”

The girls stood still and they were now looking at the floor and certainly wringing their hands.

“Look, if you don’t want to that’s fine,” Marilyn excused them. “There’s plenty of time for you to learn these things—“

The older woman’s heart leap and her pussy which was still very softly throbbing got a huge jolt when Megan began to unbutton her blouse. Sarah, seeing her shyer friend starting to undress, followed suit.

Doing It Just Right

The girls had their heads down each concentrating on opening the buttons. Marilyn stole the opportunity to give her needy mons a firm squeeze and pat. That just made matters worse. She’d disturbed the seal and her juices were now wetting her sparse pubic curls.

They shed their tops almost simultaneously and stood holding the white cotton blouses not seeming to know what to do next. Marilyn stepped forward and collected the clothes from the girls.

“I’ll hang these up so they don’t get all wrinkled,” the practical adult intervened.

The classmates made different decisions on what should come next. Sarah chose to twist her skirt around and begin undoing the multiple fasteners, while Megan chose to hoist her elastic training bra over her head having some difficulty untangling it from her chocolate brown shoulder length curls.

Marilyn deduced the reason for the decision to be related to the respective sizes of the twelve year olds’ chests. Megan could probably have gone topless at the beach without raising an eyebrow as late as the beginning of last summer. Now it was five months later and there was evidence of her mammary glands developing but it was still a bit of a stretch to call the little mounds ‘breasts’.

Sarah on the other hand was the polar opposite. Her unusually prominent bosom was the main reason that the nurse had so dreadfully misjudged the tweens age the day she and her parents had welcomed her to the neighborhood. She didn’t quite fill what the nurse judged to be ‘B’ cups but she wasn’t far off. Her parents evidently subscribing to her philosophy of ‘buy it a size bigger and they’ll grow into it’; hopefully before they wear it out.

Sarah dropped her skirt and bent to pick it up giving the nurse a pussy grabbing preview of the pubescent mounds as the slightly oversize bra fell away. Sarah seemed to be pickup up speed now that she was down to her underwear. She laid her plaid kilt over the arm of the couch and reached up behind her back with awkward inexperience.

Marilyn might have offered to help if her eyes hadn’t been riveted to the plump looking bulges in the white low rise panties. She found it an interesting curiosity that the projection between the smaller girls thighs looked fuller than her evidently more developed classmate. A moment later those cute little knickers, one with a bit of lace around the waist and legs and one with an adorable blue bow on the waistband were all that remained of the girls’ clothing.

The nurse considered excusing herself to go to the bathroom. She didn’t need to use the toilet other than as a support for her butt while she attended to the aching need between her legs. Two things stopped her.

She didn’t want to rush the climax that was so beautifully building and promised, fueled by the sights sounds and smells of the pre-adolescent nymphs, to be of biblical proportions. Secondly if she left her students standing there naked (almost) they might get cold feet. She had to tough this one out to the end—but oh God it was hard.

Both girls paused and looked down at the last of their modesty. Marilyn felt like her kitty was actually moving by the time Sarah finally pulled her pants down. Her girlhood was as plump and succulent as the nurse had known it would be. A narrow slit with almost invisible golden fur trim and just a hint of her bright pink wings protruding.

Marilyn knew she was staring but it didn’t matter because her after school snack buddy was looking down. The older woman only had a few seconds to appreciate the girl’s ultimate treasure before the twelve year old folded her hands in front of it.

Megan seeing that her friend had plucked up the courage hesitated another beat before dropping her drawers attracting their instructor’s attention. Marilyn could not believe what she was seeing and blinked her eyes several times but finally had to accept that Megan’s vulva was more developed than she ever could have imagined. Not just more mature than she’d expected, but developed in a way that very few women did. She only had one lesbian relationship but in her years of nursing she’d seen more than her share of female genitalia. Little Megan might be little everywhere else but her vulva was nothing short of spectacular.

The inner lips protruded over half an inch and uncharacteristically for one so young they were thick and very crinkled. Where they met at the top the older woman saw the smoother looking projection and felt her own love button spasm. She realized that, judging by the hood, the dark haired nymph’s clitoris had to be exceptionally large. Her mouth was watering and she was dying to get a closer look. In spite of the urgent messages coming from between her legs Marilyn sucked in a deep breath determined to maintain her composure and get the most out of this unexpected good fortune. Clearing her throat and steadying her voice she said,

“OK girls before we begin I’m going to do a quick examination to make sure everything is healthy and properly developed. Megan I need you to sit up on the arm of the couch for me.”

The smaller girl obediently planted her tiny almost nonexistent buttocks on the arm of the leather sofa. Marilyn dropped one of the throw pillows on the floor for comfort and knelt on it.

“Now sweetie just relax and open up nice and wide for me,” she said pushing very gently outward on the tween’s knees.

“Have you ever been examined down here before?” she asked as the skinny thighs parted and the unbelievable labia came into view.

“Yeah the nurse at school gives all of us a check up at the beginning of every year... but I didn’t have one this year ‘cause she quit or left or something.”

Marilyn’s mind was racing.

“So your school doesn’t have a nurse right now?”

“Huh-uh, I think they’ve been trying to find one though,” the tiny brunette replied with a nervous quaver in her voice.

“And this nurse, the one who left, gave you an examination every year including your private parts?”

The kneeling nurse managed to tear her eyes off the youngster’s amazing genitals long enough to look up into her wide frightened eyes and see her nod.

“Did she ever say anything... I mean make any comment about your uh, development?”

“No she just kind of poked around and sort of pulled on it... it made me feel really funny in my tummy.”

‘Oh my God that’s the job I want!’ Marilyn thought. She knew she was going to get the number for the private school as soon as she cleared up the current incredibly exciting business at hand.

“Well take some nice deep breaths for me while I poke around a bit—OK?” Megan nodded tentatively again and sucked in a larger than usual lung full of air.

The kneeling woman tried to keep her hands from shaking and slid them along the girl’s velvet smooth thighs allowing her to get used to the touch before the nurse’s fingers arrived at the pouting plumpness of her sex.

The tween’s crinkled inner lips were so incredibly soft and tender feeling as Marilyn gently pried them apart. It was amazing how far outward she had to pull before she could see the even brighter pink interior. The glistening juices coating the girl’s hymen gave all the evidence necessary to confirm her state of arousal. The kneeling woman inhaled the fresh scent of the virginal pussy and the wave of intoxication nearly made her loose her balance. For a second her vision blurred and the urge to plunge her tongue into the flooded little hole was almost irresistible. Instead she pulled just a bit more firmly out on the buttery soft petals and added an upward component.

When it emerged from under the conical sheath Marilyn gasped. The tiny little girl with the under developed boobs had a clitoris that was fully the size of a white jellybean. The pearly looking surface was in part due to the moisture the tween’s recently activated mucus glands were producing. The nubbin was big enough to have a bit of a cleft at the bottom. The nurse was thinking how much it resembled the head of a miniature penis. Again the urge to apply her tongue became so powerful that she knew she had to stop before she lost all control. Reluctantly she took her hands away from the youngster’s marvelous crotch and said,

“Everything is just fine here honey. Your labia and clitoris are quite large and full; unusually so I might say,” the understatement came out in a hoarse breathy whisper.

She looked up into the girls eyes again and the expression of extreme nervousness or embarrassment seemed to have softened. Her mouth was open and the evidence of sexual excitement was all over the tween’s face.

“Do you know what your labia and clitoris are?”

Once again like someone turning a lighting dimmer up the girl’s face took on a deeper pink hue.

“Don’t be embarrassed sweetie that’s part of what you’re going to learn today. By the time we’re finished you won’t have to call it your pee-pee, or your woo-woo, or what ever other baby term that you’ve been using.”

She gave Megan a reassuring pat on the thigh before pushing to her feet and turning to the other student who evidently hadn’t moved a muscle the whole time.

“OK Sarah your turn,” the light haired girl with the bigger boobs didn’t look thrilled

“Just sit up on the arm of the couch like Megan did,” Marilyn prompted. “You say that you’re mentally ready for this I just want to make sure that you’re physically ready too.”

She should have been looking at the girl’s face but she took the opportunity to give the tween’s budding breasts a more thorough look. They were high and round not quite a handful but their pale pink bee stung caps made Marilyn think of strawberry frosting on a cupcake and her mouth watered.

The nurse’s after school cookie munching companion nervously followed the instruction and parked her cute round little butt on the arm of the sofa. The nurse dropped the throw pillow on the floor in front of the sofa armrest and knelt at the alter.

Her hands sliding up the bigger girl’s satiny thighs the kneeling woman felt the more developed legs part easily. When they stopped a bit prematurely for her needs she pushed gently and fell the nervous quivering. Looking up into the twelve year olds face the expression was like the one you might find on a rollercoaster rider’s face when they reached the highest point on the track.

“Just relax honey I’m not going to hurt you I just need to take little peek—OK?”

Marilyn would not have termed it relaxing but Sarah did allow her legs to be pushed until they were nearly one hundred and eighty degrees apart.

“Did the nurse at your school examine you too?”

“She... she did everybody,” the tween replied shakily.

“Did she say anything... make any comments?”

“Uh, she pulled it... uh way open... uh, and said that my... my hymen was broken.”

Marilyn was struggling to concentrate on the girl’s words but the delicious fragrance and the parting of the girl’s delicate pink petals were making her head spin.

“She asked me if I... oh, uh, put anything uh, in there... inside.”

“And had you?” the nurse asked, feeling the demure pink crease drawing her like a magnet.

“NO,” Sarah said emphatically, but the denial sounded more like shock than indignation.

“Then she got some jelly stuff and said she had to check and see how much damage was done... she put the stuff on her... on her finger and... and she put it right inside... aaahhh.” The girl punctuated her recounting of the examination with a tiny wail of undetermined cause.

The thought of the nurse at the school fingering a prepubescent student, and probably not only one, sent Marilyn’s pussy into spasm again.

“She moved it kind of in and out and... and all, all around,” the tween continued sounding a bit breathless.

“Did it hurt?” the kneeling woman asked looking up at her student.

“No,” the slightly dreamy tone matched perfectly with the expression on her face.

The pressure that was building in Marilyn’s uterus and pussy was reaching an explosive level.

“OK honey I don’t think I’ll need to go inside this time but I’m going to open you up a little.”

The nurse’s hands had progressed up the silky thighs so that her palms were now in the tween’s groin. With her thumbs she began to retract the plump outer lips. Sarah made a sound that was somewhere between a soft sigh and a moan as the next level of her treasure was revealed.

“Do you know what your hymen is sugar?” the nurse asked, reminding herself that this was supposed to be an instructive session and not strictly for her prurient curiosity.

“It’s your cherry,” the girl replied still in that dreamy tone as if that explained it.

“That’s right,” Marilyn confirmed moving her thumbs deeper into the hot crease. “It’s a flap of skin that all girls have that covers most of their vaginal opening. A lot of girls damage it or tear it altogether doing things like rough sports, or riding a bicycle. Do you remember getting a serious bump between your legs?”

The kneeling woman was hoping the line of questioning was relaxing her student because it sure wasn’t helping her much.

“Last summer I was riding my bike and I hit a curb... I don’t know I... I guess I wasn’t watching. It really hurt and when I got ready for my bath that night there was some... some blood in my underwear.”

Sarah’s voice still had that preoccupied quality and was becoming breathy.

“That’s probably when it happened,” Marilyn speculated. “Did you tell anybody?”

“No, uh my mom was uh, away visiting... uh visiting my aunt... and I couldn’t... I just couldn’t tell my dad.”

“I felt better after my bath and the next... the next morning there wasn’t anymore blood so... so I figured it was OK... Oooooo”

The explanation ended with a vocal expression of the sensations the older woman was creating.

While the girl had been speaking the nurse was applying her thumbs and parting the incredibly soft wings of the girl’s inner labia prying open her entrance. The slickness made the task more difficult and more thrilling.

Now that all of the barriers had been breached Marilyn was getting the full little girl aroma and seeing the tattered remains of her maidenhead. Above the ragged looking and now useless flap the bright pink, almost red triangle of the clitoral hood was definitive evidence of the girl’s sexual excitement. The size of the tween’s pleasure glans came as a surprise to the kneeling nurse because of the diminutive size of the inner lips she was pressing on with her thumbs.

Marilyn was swallowing repeatedly to deal with the build up of her saliva and the expanding pressure in her low abdomen had sharp edged tingle to it. It had been decades since she tasted another female’s sweet juices but the memory of that ambrosia was more than she could bear. She got to her feet quickly to escape the temptation. When she looked at Sarah the fact that her bright pink nipples were sticking out of the plump rosy bee stings atop her pubescent boobies did not help. Worse, when she looked at Megan the smaller darker girl was looking down at her crotch and had her hand between her legs. Marilyn couldn’t be sure if she was playing with herself or just inspecting and now was not the time to ponder that exciting question.

“I’ll be back in just a minute,” the nurse informed her students and scurried into the kitchen.

She grabbed the breakfast counter for support and her coochie for relief at the same time. The squeeze that she put on her mons sent nerve tingles out in all directions. The delirious sensation flowed down her legs to her feet, up her belly to her chest and on to her head. It even streamed down her arms and back to the hand that had created it, completing the circuit.

She stood there panting and holding onto the counter and her pussy for several seconds. Her panties had been quite damp from the brief massage she’d administered when the girls were undressing now they were saturated. As a matter of fact the sensible cotton briefs had lost the containment battle altogether and there was a damp spot forming on the crotch of her comfy lavender lounging suit. She knew she had to change but if she went to the bedroom and took her clothes off she knew she’d never be able to resist her urge for fulfillment.

She not only had no recent experience with this kind of situation but in truth had never done anything like this before. She was making it up as she went along. Her arousal impaired mind spun and she released the grip she’d been maintaining on her vulva and gripped the back of one of the high seats. She recalled catching a glimpse of Sarah’s panties while she sat munching cookies and washing them down with milk. She was struck by sudden inspiration; the answer to ‘what next?’

Taking one of the barstool like seats with her she returned to the living room. Her naked little playmates hadn’t moved. Marilyn’s concept of time was seriously impaired she thought she’d been gone several minutes when in actuality it was only about two. The two preteens were still sitting in the elevated examination position on the arms of the sofa. Having something of a plan for the first time since the sensual episode began had a dramatic calming affect on the nurse.

“I think you two young ladies would be more comfortable sitting down on the seat of the couch... don’t you?”

The girls looked at their host as if she was speaking in a foreign language. They were both struggling with the first rampant sexual arousal of their lives and were very tempted to start touching the areas that the maddening sensations were coming from, but they were each too shy. Too shy to let their classmate see them playing with themselves and afraid missus Watson would come back and catch them. The combination of sexual excitement and nervous embarrassment was more physical and emotional stress than the twelve year olds had ever experienced.

Eventually the reasonable and logical suggestion did filter through and the girls slid (literally) off the armrests down onto the leather sofa’s cushions. The homeowner wasn’t thinking about it at that moment but it would occur to her later, as she cleaned up, what a brilliant choice leather upholstery was.

“A wise person once said the beginning of knowledge is calling things by their correct names, so we’re going to start by naming parts of your genitals.”

She saw with expressions of shock return to the girl’s faces as she pushed her lounging suit pants and sensible briefs down past her knees in a smooth motion. She sort of wished she had brought a towel for the seat of the stool when the cold lacquered wood contacted her backside. The nurse was up on the stool bottomless but the zippered jacket of the lavender colored suit bunched in her lap. Holding it out of the way while she conducted the class was going to be awkward so she pulled the zipper down and shed her top. She wasn’t wearing a bra as was her habit when she was staying around the house.

Right before their eyes, their mature host had stripped naked, and was sitting up on the high bar stool spreading her legs. The girl’s minds were mired in all the sensations and emotions that this new experience raised. It took a few seconds for them to realize what had just happened but when the reality hit home they both twitched and exhaled with a tiny squeal. Neither of them had really seen (or maybe looked at was more apt) an adult naked before. Not just naked but putting herself on display.

Age had put some sag in Marilyn’s ‘C’ cup breasts but other than that she had the body of a much younger woman and was proud of it. Hearing the vocal outburst from her students thrilled her and made her feel very sexy and bold.

“OK ladies follow along with me and do what I am doing while I observe you and make sure you’re getting it right.”

Marilyn was glad she’d left her sandals on because hooking the heels in the wrungs of the stool made it easier to keep her legs wide apart. Her mature vulva had a fairly light covering of brown hair and the fashion conscious woman made sure her bikini lines were bare. She ran two fingers tantalizingly around her vulva; over the top of her curly pelt down the smooth waxed skin of her groin, across her butt cheeks just below her perineum and back up the other hairless groin.

“This whole area is called your vulva, it is made up of several parts and together they are the female external genitals.”

She continued to make slow circles around her womanhood to illustrate what she was talking about. The feathery contact of her finger tips was driving her wild and she had to bear down to be able to speak without groaning.

Her students’ eyes were riveted on their teacher’s sex but neither moved.

“Do this along with me girls,” the nurse commanded.

The tweens rocked their hips to the edge of the sofa seat cushions and spread wide. Their tiny hands began emulating the movements of their teacher. They’d both been longing to touch themselves and thought this opportunity would bring some relief from the urge but they were wrong. Tracing around the outside of their girlhoods was like scratching every where but where it itched—it was making the pressure and tingling worse.

“Good... good,” Marilyn managed to grunt reinforcing her pupils’ successful duplication of her actions.

The nurse had made five of six circuits of her smoldering pussy and the urge to shove two or three fingers into her boiling channel was hard to suppress but she managed to press on with the lesson.

Using both hands this time she pressed into the spongy flesh of her outer lips and drew her hands up from where they joined her butt cheeks to her pubic bone. The pressure pushed her inner labia out in an adorable pout and sent waves of pleasure signals to her embattled brain.

Part of her—most of her—wanted to dig her fingers into the slick softness of those inner petals and begin that rhythmic wiggling and stroking that the instructor knew would bring a very swift climax. She was in awe of her self-control as she continued the lesson.

Her protégés were copying her up and down strokes on their outer lips.

“The outside parts are called the labia majora which is the medical term. They’re kind of thick and fatty... normally they’re referred to as the outer lips.”

“Next are the inner lips,” the nurse continued and gripped her crinkly mature wings, tugging them outward.

The wave of sensation spun her head around and just for a second she thought she might fall off the stool. She had to release her grip when the surging spasms started inside. If she kept pulling on those tender folds she was going to cum. Running her finger tips over their slippery crinkled fullness was torture but she but she managed to stave off the imminent orgasm and check on her students’ progress.

Sarah could barely grip her thin recessive inner lips between her thumb and forefinger but she was doing her best to follow along. When she was able to get a hold of their sensitive slickness she felt as though her insides were doing somersaults.

Megan had no such problem. Because of her precocious development and her tiny hands she was actually able to grasp her inner lips with her thumb and two fingers. When she tugged on them as the teacher had done a bolt of something slammed into her pubic bone and she screamed. Her legs shot straight out and it was a miracle that she didn’t fall off the couch. She had to let go and grab the thing that seemed to throb and send a new wave of impossibly wonderful sensations with every beat of her rapidly beating heart.

Trapping her oversized clit between her fingers and her pubic bone she instinctively began trying to massage the pulsating nubbin. Pressing on it seemed to make the urgent need easier to bear but at the same time was generating new waves of ecstasy that made her whole body convulse.

The sight of the dark haired little girl jerking and twisting was the last straw for the hyper-aroused nurse.

Abandoning any pretense of an educational exercise she dug her fingers into her needy pussy and with a few quick gyrations of her wrist was catapulted into her own spasmodic release. In her delirium she wondered what self-preservation mechanism kept her fro falling off the stool.

Sarah saw her friend stiffen and go into a seizure her face was contorted as though she was in extreme pain. She was scared.

When missus Watson began to make much the same uncontrolled movements the bright little girl recalled what the nurse had said,

‘If you touch yourself and you do it just right something amazing happens... it’s like the most glorious feeling a person can ever have.’

Missus Watson and Megan were touching themselves just right and she wasn’t. That’s why they got the amazing feeling and she didn’t.

Sarah felt like she was on the verge of something huge; like something was about to burst. She was still plucking at her inner lips unable to really get a hold while her teacher and classmate had so much more to work with. But the instructor’s hand wasn’t pulling on the inner lips anymore; it was pressing on them, mashing them in and wiggling very fast.

‘Maybe that’s what touching just right means,’ she thought.

Looking over at her girlfriend she was thrilled to see that the motion of Megan’s hand was very similar so she tried to copy that movement.

It didn’t take long for her highly aroused pussy to respond. Within seconds she felt a tremendous build up of heat in her belly and she wiggled her hand and fingers even faster. Suddenly, the thing that had been building up burst; her body stiffened and her head spun out of control just before her orgasm washed away all conscious thought she realized,

‘I did it just right... this IS the most amazing feeling a person can have.’

Their vocal responses to the ecstasy were different.

Megan was first with a high pitched wail that was two parts joy and one part surprise. Marilyn just made a series of deep grunts as the powerful waves rocked her. When Sarah came she made several rhythmic squeaks. Like her classmate it was partly from the unbelievable feelings and partly from the surprise at the violent and uncontrollable reaction of her body.

Megan had pushed herself off the couch in her ecstatic throes and was now sitting on the rug holding her crotch moaning and looking bewildered. Sarah collapsed onto her side trapping her hand between her legs. She lay shivering on the couch that she now had all to herself. Marilyn sat on the stool enjoying the warm blissful post orgasmic waves and looking at her students trying to mentally cope with one of the most truly magnificent moments of their lives.

The nurse recovered enough to go to her linen closet and retrieve several wash-clothes and towels. By the time she returned the girls were side by side on the sofa again, looking like they’d just come off the most thrilling ride in the amusement park.

She handed each of the tweens a square of flannel soaked in warm water and a towel. They knew what to do.

It broke the nurse’s heart to see all that delicious adolescent pussy juice going to waste. She would gladly have substituted her tongue but she suspected that her students had reached saturation being their first time. Now that her pressing sexual need was temporarily satiated she also realized that it was getting late. The girls’ parents would be home soon and she didn’t want to have to explain why the twelve year olds were in her living room naked.

Marilyn slipped her lavender suit pants and top back on stuffing her soggy panties in her pocket. The girls dressed without a word.

There was an awkward moment at the door. The girls were still getting used to and trying to understand the post orgasmic peace and the insistent tingle in their girlhoods. Marilyn was wondering if things had gone too far too fast.

“Remember that today’s lesson is not something to be discussed at dinner,” she reminded her playmates. The girls nodded.

“You can practice on your own... or together. I think you’ve got the basics... but if you have any questions, stop by anytime.”

She watched the short kilts sway as the girls walked away.

In her little study she opened the phone directory search engine on her computer. There was a nursing job that she needed to apply for.