Marilyn, School Nurse – The Beginning

by JW

This story is a continuation of Marilyn Watson RN. You can enjoy this story on its own, but may I suggest you read the prequel first. This series is a vehicle to explore my medical fetish. Rather than one story with a middle and a conclusion it will be a series of episodes that don’t necessarily lead anywhere; unless at some point the story tells me differently.

Finding the Pleasant Valley School for Girls in the phone directory was not only easy but gave the self-sufficient nurse more information than she’d expected. The listing included the phone number and address as well as the names of the Director and the Principal.

Marilyn dialed the number as she felt her gut tighten. She didn’t need the job but she desperately WANTED the job. The adrenaline coursing through her veins was just her body’s way of sharpening her senses.

A pleasant voice answered on the second ring and announced the name of the school assuring the nurse that she’d dialed correctly.

“May I speak to Nancy McLean,” Marilyn said in a firm professional voice.

“May I tell the Director who is calling?”

“My name is Marilyn Watson, but that won’t mean anything to her. Just tell her that it’s in regard to the school’s nursing requirements.”

“A moment please,” the receptionist said and Marilyn was switched to an ad for the school.

She was listening to the recording of all the programs the Pleasant Valley School for Girls had to offer and the impressive record of previous graduates when the Director’s authoritative voice interrupted.

“Missus McLean speaking, how may I help you?”

“I am hoping that we can help each other,” Marilyn responded relying on the receptionist to have identified her and the subject of the call.

“How so, miz Watson?” Nancy enquired confirming the nurse’s confidence in the receptionist.

“It came to my attention that you may be in need of the services of a qualified nurse. I’ve been an RN for twenty years and just recently moved into the area.”

“How did you hear about this?” the school’s Director asked feeling a flush of excitement.

“One of your students... a neighbor of mine mentioned it quite by accident.”

“As a matter of fact your information is correct. Our previous nurse has gone on to other employment and we ARE seeking a replacement.”

Marilyn felt the rush begin around her knees and spread up her body in a hot wave. Megan’s accidental revelation had been confirmed. “When could I come in to meet and discuss this further,” she asked enthusiastically.

“I’m here until around seven this evening, or would tomorrow morning be better for you,” the Director mirrored the nurse’s excitement.

Marilyn glanced at the clock and started to PERT out what she’d need to do. It was almost five and it would take her an hour to get ready, but the school was only ten minutes away by car.

“I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to make it until six-thirty or so this evening,” she announced the results of her analysis. She was thrilled by how readily the school’s chief administrator was willing to adjust her schedule to facilitate the appointment.

“Well the seven o’clock isn’t cast in stone,” Nancy said. “I could stay a bit later. Shall we say six-thirty then?”

Marilyn’s stomach rolled as she realized that she was under time pressure which had become an unaccustomed condition in her life of leisure. She’d made the offer—too late to take it back now.

“OK, I’ll get there as quickly as I can, but you’ll excuse me if I’m a couple of minutes late?”

“Of course... six-thirty-ish then,” the Director confirmed and hung up.

Marilyn felt her intestines knot as the connection was broken. Her rapid walk was almost a trot as she headed for the shower.

Nancy McLean leaned back in her chair and felt dizzy from the unexpected good fortune. Their former nurse, Rebecca, had given ample warning of her departure but nevertheless, after months of looking, they’d been unable to find a replacement. The problem was that it wasn’t a full time job which was the largest part of the reason Becky had left. Their rural setting was also a disadvantage. It simply didn’t pay to travel any distance for three half days a week. Even a nurse who could make the school’s needs fit with some other employment was deterred by the commuting costs and time. The school’s administration, of which she was the head, knew that their ideal candidate would have to be local and satisfied with less than twenty hours a week. It was a tall order that the Director hoped miz Watson could fill.

She was elated at the prospect of solving the long running hiring dilemma but it drew her mind to the school’s medical services and those thoughts started tremors between her legs. Nancy pushed the exciting thoughts as far to the back of her mind as she could and got back to work.

***

There was only one other car in the school’s parking lot when Marilyn arrived. The Lincoln obviously belonged to Director McLean. She caught sight of the dashboard clock as she switched off the ignition—six-thirty five. Striding toward the front entrance to the school she looked quite impressive in her very professional looking blue suit; even if the skirt was a bit short. She was proud of herself for having managed to shower and dress quickly enough to actually be nearly on time for her appointment. Nevertheless she WAS late and her three inch heels beat a rapid staccato on the cement walk.

Passing through the fairly modern glass and steel doors she looked up and down the corridor. Spying the sign that read ‘OFFICE’ attached to the ceiling she headed for it.

Another glass and steel door in the middle of a glass wall was the entrance to the school’s Administrative office. In front of her was a counter running the width of the room; behind it an open office area with four desks. To the left were two doors, both closed, but the open vertical blinds in the separating glass wall revealed that they were private offices. On the right was the mirror image except one of the doors, the one at the very back, was open.

Marilyn was debating with herself whether she should go around the counter to approach the office or if there was some other way to signal that she’d arrived when a woman emerged from the open office door. The nurse made her head to toe assessment quickly and naturally.

Her hair was short and blonde, no doubt dyed, the job applicant concluded since Missus McLean appeared to be about her age—late forties or early fifties. Her attractive face was smiling broadly as she approached in the black suit and crisp white blouse. The long black jacket and pencil skirt were very slimming but Marilyn detected the middle aged spread of the hips.

“Nancy McLean,” the school’s Director announced extending her hand.

“Marilyn Watson,” the nurse returned feeling the soft warmth of her prospective boss’s little hand in hers.

Missus McLean’s eyes met hers and Marilyn immediately thought that they were the brightest emerald green eyes she’d ever seen. Like her mouth they too were smiling.

“Let’s get acquainted, shall we?” she said turning back toward her office.

Nurse Watson was a little ashamed of herself for checking out the sway of the administrator’s butt as they crossed the open office, but it didn’t stop her pussy from giving her the tiniest little twitch.

Nancy sat behind her desk and invited Marilyn to take one of the guest chairs in front of it.

“This would probably be a good place to start,” Marilyn said handing her resume across the desk.

“Excellent,” the bottle blonde agreed and immediately began scanning the single page document.

After only a few seconds the Director said “Wow, if I’d written the ideal qualifications for this job they’d look pretty much exactly like this; five years in the ER, seven years of Ob-Gyn, another six in Pediatrics—you’re perfect!”

It wasn’t as though Marilyn didn’t know that her career experience was ideally suited to this job but hearing the Director’s enthusiasm was a kick anyway. Nancy looked up from the sheet of paper and the nurse detected a cloud pass over the brightness of those startlingly green eyes.

“I’m just not sure we can afford you,” the Administrator voiced her concern. “Do you realize that this is only a part time position; fifteen to twenty hours a week?”

Marilyn thought she saw the woman behind the desk cringe when she revealed the job’s limitations.

“Money will NOT be an issue,” the nurse assured the nervous looking woman. The cloud disappeared and the green eyes were sparkling and smiling again.

“I’m very well set financially I just want to have some substance in my life... you know to feel that I am making a contribution and that I have a purpose.”

“Well we can certainly give you that,” Nancy assured her. “With your experience and training you’ll immediately be a valuable member of our team.”

‘Was that a job offer,’ Marilyn wondered.

“Your work schedule can be flexible. Our previous nurse was in on Monday and Friday mornings and Wednesday afternoons. On some rare occasions we might call you on the days that you’re not here but if you’re not available that’s not a problem. We can pay you eight hundred a week with full benefits after three months... How does that sound?”

It was hard for the middle aged nurse to suppress the joy. It was a match made in heaven.

“I’m more than happy to accept your gracious offer,” she confirmed and rose to extend her hand across the desk.

“Wonderful!” her new boss said passionately. “I’d like to show you our infirmary and your office if you have the time.”

“I’ve got nothing but time,” Marilyn agreed.

“Great... Follow me,” the Director said exiting the office with Marilyn close behind. Close but not too close to do another survey of her boss’s backside.

Once in the corridor Marilyn pulled along side the shorter woman.

“I should have mentioned that you’ll be a little busier at the start. If you can swing it, it would be great if you could work a few more hours,” Nancy informed her as she inserted a key on the infirmary door.

“At the beginning of each year we give all the students a full physical... you’ve done those before, right?”

“Of course,” Marilyn replied ignoring the spasm in her crotch.

“It’s a service we provide. It relieves the parents of the task of arranging a doctor’s appointment and then having to take time off work to bring their daughter’s too and from it. Sometimes because of the inconvenience these things get neglected... this way we can all be confident that the girls are healthy; and if anything does turn up it gets dealt with promptly. Believe me I know how easy it is to procrastinate on these things. I’m way overdue to go myself.”

“So you don’t offer the service to your staff?” the nurse interpreted.

“We haven’t in the past,” Nancy responded sounding intrigued by the idea.

“You should consider it. I’m sure your teachers and admin staff are traveling a fair distance for their medical appointments. It would be a time and trouble saver for them as well as for the school,” Marilyn promoted her idea.

Inside the nurse’s office there was a small desk with a computer monitor on it, a desk chair tucked neatly into the knee well. Beside it was a black vinyl covered chair for the patient. Along one wall was a short counter top with a sink. It had several cupboards above and below as well as drawers and immediately beside it a door which was closed. On the fourth wall were two other doors both standing open. Inside one Marilyn saw the standard medical examination table, while the other contained a single bed, similar to the ones you’d find in a hospital.

“We’re pretty well equipped thanks to Rebecca, your predecessor, but once you’ve settled in if you find anything lacking just let me know.”

To illustrate the Director was opening cupboard doors revealing all manner of bandages, boxes of examination gloves as well as various ointments and salves. Marilyn joined in the tour by opening one of the drawers and felt her vaginal muscles clench. The drawer she had opened was stocked with various sizes of individually wrapped plastic speculums. She could not prevent the image of Sarah and Megan, sitting on the armrests of her sofa holding their sweet pubescent pussies open, from invading her thoughts.

The little noise Nancy made attracted her attention. Her boss’s eyes were wide and she was evidently also taking in the contents of the drawer. Her expression looked as though she’d seen something really horrible or really thrilling—maybe both.

Marilyn closed that drawer and opened the next to find basic examination tools neatly arranged; a stethoscope, otoscope, blood pressure cuff and a little rubber reflex testing hammer.

“It certainly looks like I’ll have everything I need,” the nurse agreed closing the drawer and looking back to the school’s Director.

Missus McLean still looked, for lack of a better word, upset.

“You don’t like going for your yearly exam, do you? That’s why you put it off as long as possible,” the nurse offered her insight.

“No... no I don’t,” Nancy croaked.

“Do you mind if I ask why? I mean I guess nobody particularly likes it, but you seem especially disturbed by it.”

Marilyn knew she was going way out on a limb here. All she really had to go on was the Director’s admission that she was overdue for a check-up and her shocked almost phobic reaction to the medical tools.

“Well it’s just, uh... embarrassing... and uh, uncomfortable,” her boss replied shakily. “Just going over to the Medical Arts building gets me all nervous and anxious.”

“That’s a good reason to do it here... in your comfort zone. That would eliminate part of the stress at least. How long has it been since your last examination?”

“A year and a half,” Nancy whispered sounding pathetic.

“Oh, that’s too long!” the school’s new nurse exclaimed. “Some of the conditions the exam is designed to uncover can be very aggressive. If they’re caught early enough treatment and recovery a quite simple but if they’re allowed to metastasize the results can be catastrophic.”

The Director’s disquiet tightened like a twisted rubber band as the nurse painted the scary picture. The fear of having an undiagnosed illness that might be getting worse had to compete with the extreme embarrassment she felt during medical examinations. Whenever she was touched by medical personnel, it didn’t matter if it was a doctor or a nurse or even an imaging technician, she became aroused. In many situations involving medical examination she struggled through it and her examiner generally put her physiological responses like elevated blood pressure, respiration and heart rate, down to White Coat Syndrome. During a gynecological exam there was no way to keep her secret.

“I could do the exam for you right here and now,” Marilyn offered. “I know you think that it takes a long time but even if you include the undres... the preparation and the exit interview it’s only about a half an hour all totaled.”

Nancy felt the churning in her low belly.

‘You should take her up on the offer,’ she thought. ‘It’d be a way to get the damn thing done... and she’s right I am more comfortable on my own turf.’

Moments passed as she looked into the eyes of the attractive brunette she’d just hired. Her mind swirled with anxiety and indecision.

“Uh, no not today,” she finally announced clearing her throat. “But I will give serious thought to extending the in-school medicals to include staff.”

While waiting for her new boss to decide whether to submit to a check-up she let her eyes wander more critically over the prospective patient. She guessed that the Director of the Pine Valley School for Girls was pretty close to five-five her low heeled black paten leather pumps were sensible and her calves were quite shapely which was all the nurse could see of her boss’s legs. The narrow black skirt began at the top of her knee and widened out to her womanly pelvis but abruptly tapered in to a pinched waist. The starched white blouse was sort of masculine except when you took in the prominent bosom that thrust it out. Marilyn thought she could detect a hint of lace edging on the well filled round bra cups.

There was no skin slackening on her slender neck and the make up she wore was delicately and expertly applied. Her medium blonde hair was short and swept back in an easy care style that once again seemed slightly masculine to the school’s new nurse.

Nancy McLean checked her watch and said, “Oh my goodness, it’s after seven-thirty... have you eaten?”

“No,” Marilyn replied.

“Well you must let me buy you a celebration dinner... uh, if you don’t have another commitment that is.”

“I’m as free as a bird,” Marilyn assured her boss.

“Well let’s go then... I just need to stop by the office and pick up my handbag and lockup. There’s a place nearby that I often go for lunch; nothing fancy but the food’s good.”

Over dinner they discussed more of the workings of the school and the company that owned it along with a couple of other schools in different parts of the State. She learned that the missus was no longer entirely valid since she’d caught her husband having an affair with one of his co-workers three years ago. The divorce had become final only last summer. It was quite a coincidence that the dissolution of their marriages, although for dramatically different reasons coincided.

It would have given the school’s new nurse a thrill had she known at the time that her boss also shared her lesbian inclinations. In fact, unlike Marilyn, Nancy had never lost or forgotten her love of other women. She did keep her bi sexuality in check when she was married but now was free to indulge herself when ever the opportunity arose.

They continued to talk well after the desert dishes had been cleared and had gradually become more open with each other as the evening wore on. Nancy couldn’t help wondering if her new hire would not only replace Becky in the school’s infirmary but in her bed as well.

They left the restaurant at ten. Nancy promised to have the necessary documents drawn up by the next day which was Thursday.

“If all goes well and you’re available you could start on Monday,” the school’s Director commented as she dropped Marilyn back at the school to pick up her vehicle.

The nurse was very conscious of the burning itch between her legs as she drove the short distance home. No worries, she had just the toy to scratch it with.

***

Things went as smoothly as hoped. Bright and early Monday morning Marilyn was with her boss being introduced to the rest of the staff at a meeting called for just that purpose. Nurse Watson did not think it the least bit odd that all of the teachers were women—it was a school for girls after all. Each of the staff came up and shook her hand at the close of the meeting before they went off to their instructional duties. Their ages ranged from a couple of twenty-somethings who might have been confused with the senior students, to women her own age and everything in between.

All twenty of them, including the office staff, seemed pleasant enough and Marilyn was feeling quite comfortable in her new work environment already.

“The priority has to be getting these annual physicals done,” Director McLean informed the nurse in the corridor outside the main office. “I’m not sure where Rebecca left off or how she had organized them but I’m pretty sure that she didn’t get very far. You have your pass codes to the computer system... I’m sure you’ll get your bearings pretty quickly.”

On those encouraging words they parted company for their respective offices.

It wasn’t the way she would have organized it but Marilyn was able to deduce that her predecessor had been conducting the examinations alphabetically.

‘Why didn’t she go class by class... wouldn’t that have been easier and less disruptive?’

On the premise that there was method in the choice she decided to continue the way it was begun.

‘Next year I’ll do it my way,’ she concluded and looked up the next student without a current examination on file.

Missus McLean had certainly been correct the next name on the alphabetical list was Natalie Armstrong.

‘She didn’t even finish the ‘A’s,’ Nurse Watson recognized, and scanned the information on Natalie to find out which class she was in.

The date of birth indicated that she was ten years and seven months and currently in miz Marshall’s grade five class. Punching in the extension number of the classroom she summoned her first patient.

Marilyn left her door open in anticipation of the girl’s arrival.

There was something alluring and at the same time boring in that all the girls were dressed the same. It removed one of the quickest checks of a girl’s sexuality—her choice of clothes. At this age their clothes were still pretty much being chosen for them in any case.

Natalie was a cute little thing with chin length straight blonde hair turned under. She stood in the doorway and rapped on the doorpost. The nurse looked up from her monitor where she had been reviewing the girl’s file to see the ten year old’s nervous smile.

“Come in,” Marilyn said rising from her chair and moving to close and latch the door to the corridor as soon as the student was inside.

“Do you know why you’re here?”

The petit blonde nodded and began unbuttoning her blouse.

‘I guess she knows the drill,’ Marilyn concluded.

The girl carried her blouse to the clothes tree at the back of the little medical suite, hung it from one of the hooks and then proceeded to pull the little girl’s undershirt over her head and hang it on top of the blouse. The nurse got her first view of the breast buds. Rebecca, her predecessor had estimated Natalie’s development last year as one on the Tanner scale which was practically the same as saying that puberty hadn’t started. The swellings on Natalie’s chest told a different story now. She was clearly in stage two; at least in the breast department.

She managed to shimmy out of the kilt pulling down over her almost nonexistent hips without undoing it. She hung it on the hook beside her blouse then sat on the chair to remove her shoes and socks.

Nurse Watson had told herself that she was going to be totally professional but as she watched the girl strip for her the tension between her legs began to rise. She issued a terse mental order to her limbic system to settle down but doubted that it was going to work.

The girl she’d only met two minutes ago was now standing in just a pair of pink cotton panties.

“Should I take these off now?” she asked in a matter of fact voice.

Marilyn had a moment when she didn’t think she’d be able to respond. She cleared her throat and said as professionally as she could manage,

“If you’re comfortable doing that it would be good... they WILL have to come off eventually.”

“I know,” the youngster said in that same unfazed tone.

The school’s new nurse felt her knees get a bit weak but she crossed the small office space and said,

“OK honey step up on the scale for me.”

The ten year old took the two steps necessary to reach the scale and then obediently stepped up on the platform.

“Stand up nice and tall for me so I can get your height,” Marilyn encouraged and put her hand on the velvet soft skin of the girl’s back, encouraging her to arch a little, as she brought the telescopic measuring attachment down on top of the patient’s head.

She recalled from the file that miz Armstrong had been four foot two last year the scale now indicated four-five her weight had gone from eighty-four to almost ninety pounds. The growth spurt was also consistent with stage two development.

Marilyn bumped the weight along the beam of the scale searching for the exact balance point. As she did, her left hand slid down from the small of Natalie’s back over the rise of her pert butt cheek. It was now sort of cupping the round little hemisphere. The movement was unconscious. It was more like laziness on her part not holding her arm up but when she realized that she had the cute tushy in her hand the urge to squeeze it was nearly overpowering. With profound disappointment she removed it.

“Well you’re growing nicely... right on schedule,” the nurse informed her patient as she wrote down the readings.

She made a mental note of the fact that the ten year old hadn’t reacted at all when she had her hand on her ass.

“Let’s go over here so I can check a few more things,” Marilyn suggested and was ashamed of herself for deliberately guiding the youngster toward the examination room by putting her hand back on her adorable rear hills.

Inside the separate examination room the nurse patted the paper covered surface and said,

“Can you sit right up here for me.”

It took a bit of doing even with the step-up platform beside the table. Marilyn felt a delicious tingle as she watched the girl first get her knees up on the table thereby presenting that scrumptious derriere that she’d so recently had the pleasure of holding almost right in her face. Natalie twisted around on the crunchy paper and sat facing her.

For the next couple of minutes the nurse examined her patient’s eyes, ears, nose, and throat before setting the otoscope down and plugging in the ear pieces of the stethoscope that had been hanging from her neck the whole time.

Marilyn was enjoying the feel of the baby soft skin on the side of her hand as she moved the disc around the girl’s back and chest. She had her patient hold her breath a couple of times so she could listen to her heart without interference from the sound of her respiration.

She knew it was unethical, even mean, when she let her finger nail ‘accidentally’ scrape the plumpness of the child’s areola. The sharp intake of breath was ten times louder through the stethoscope. She glanced at Natalie’s face and noticed that her bemused expression had tightened. It wasn’t stressed but it wasn’t as relaxed looking either.

The near constant twitching between her legs was driving Marilyn crazy. She needed to apply some pressure but she certainly couldn’t grab her crotch in the circumstance. She pulled the low examination stool over and sat down grinding her churning sex into the padded seat. The examination was complete. She’d caught a glimpse of the downy trim around the little girl’s slit when she’d climbed on to the table. It was all the confirmation she needed to support her earlier assessment of Tanner stage two development, there was no need to go any further. She should tell her patient to get dressed. There was a definite attraction in doing just that since it would leave her free to relieve herself in the adjoining three piece washroom. Unfortunately now that she was sitting, she was at eye level with Natalie’s crotch.

The ten year old’s legs were together—more or less—and her pelvis was canted forward hiding her treasure—all but the very top of her slit. The thrilling view of Sarah and Megan sitting on the armrests of her sofa holding their developing vulvas open shimmered briefly in her mind and she wanted more.

“Just let me have a quick peek down here,” the seated woman requested and pushed gently outward on her patient’s boney little knees.

Natalie not only didn’t resist, but after Marilyn initiated open the girl’s legs, the ten year old opened as wide as it was possible to do all on her own.

“Can you put your hands behind you... you know kind of lean back,” the nurse suggested and her patient immediately complied. This rotated the girl’s pelvis to a much more explicit position.

The whole length of the pubescent crease was now in view, all the way down to where the labia transitioned into her buttocks. Marilyn was disappointed not to be able to catch sight of the girl’s rear pucker but for that she’d have to put her in the stirrups and some vestige of professionalism prevented her from going that far.

A quick glance at her patient’s face reassured the nurse that the girl wasn’t in any apparent distress so she continued the illicit exam. Placing her hands on the girl’s upper thighs she used her thumbs to part the pudgy outer labia with its fine corn silk fringe. She heard Natalie suck in a large breath as her sensitive deep pink inner recesses were exposed to the air and to her examiner’s lustful eyes.

Marilyn squirmed against the seat of the stool only peripherally conscious of the mess she was making on the back of her skirt. She thought the glistening moisture inside the youngster was a bit more than normal but certainly not a flood like she was producing. The burning yearning from her womanhood was intensified by the delightful scent of virginal pussy lightly mixed with urine. Just as she was considering how far she could push her self-control Natalie spoke up.

“Are you gonna do the big girl test this time?”

The nurse sat back on the stool and looked her patient in the face.

‘Big girl test?’ the words rattled inside her head as she tried to make sense of them.

“Which big girl test do you mean honey,” she asked implying that there was more than one she knew of.

Once again she looked up at the naked grade five student’s face and caught her expression change to one of embarrassment or regret.

“Uh… uh, maybe I shouldn’t have said anything,” the girl stammered.

“No that’s OK sweetie just tell me what test you mean,” Marilyn was intrigued.

Based on Sarah and Megan’s accounts Rebecca had performed some very questionable examinations and the possibility that this was another one had the nurse’s heart pounding.

“Uh… Nurse Becky told me that sometimes… that uh, the first signs of uh, some problems with girls could only be… uh, that you could only tell by uh… um… smell and… and… uh, taste.”

Marilyn was shocked at how fast her brain processed what the little girl was saying and converted the meaning into a physical sensation. It felt as if her pussy had been grabbed by some invisible and extraordinarily powerful force. The light tingling in her nipples instantly became a burn and she couldn’t suppress the groan but she tried to cover it with a cough.

“She said that the test wasn’t usually done until you were a teenager but she said that she thought I was… um, big enough and as long as I didn’t… didn’t tell anybody she could do it.” Natalie explained still looking like she’d been caught doing something wrong.

“I didn’t tell anybody… but I thought since you’re a nurse too… that… that it would be OK.”

Seated on the stool and looking up at the worried expression on the ten year old’s face Marilyn dug deep into her reserves to find composure. What the girl had just told her had created such an intense series of physiological responses that she could barely think with her brain completely saturated by the sensations.

“Nurse Becky was quite correct there are conditions that are most readily detected by smell and taste,” the overwhelmed nurse managed to say; “so she performed the uh… the taste test on you last year?”

“Uh-huh,” Natalie replied and her face brightened concluding that she wasn’t in trouble after all. “She did and it felt uh… kind of… uh I don’t know funny sort of… but she didn’t do it very long ‘cause she uh… she suddenly had to go to the bathroom and she told me to go ahead and get dressed and go back to class.”

‘…suddenly had to go to the bathroom?’ oh God Marilyn knew that feeling. She’d been fighting it since the student had climbed up on the table fifteen minutes ago. In fact the urge was so powerful now that the only thing that kept her grinding her coochie into the stool instead of taking more effective action was the unimaginable opportunity which was presenting itself.

“Would you like me to do that exam?” she said in a faltering voice.

The smile Natalie wore as she emphatically shook her head in the affirmative had an enigmatic quality to it; as if she was recalling last year—dreaming about her only other experience with cunniligus.

Without further adieu Marilyn lowered her face and placed her lips on Natalie’s labia. The nurse’s head was spinning but she detected the gasp engendered by the intimate contact. Pushing her tongue between the plump fuzzy outer lips she was feeling with the tip for the diminutive inner folds. In truth they couldn’t be called folds because they were too small and under developed but when she made contact with the student’ labia minora the vocal reaction was an added thrill that nearly sent her over the edge.

It was too soft to be called a wail and too loud to be called a sigh,

“Ooooo… aaaah… ohhh,” the girl’s vocal chords attempted to express the depth of the pleasure that coursed through every nerve in her body.

Feeling the incomparable softness on her tongue and registering the first of the delicate flavors Marilyn had to summon all her will power again to not devour the delicacy and risk scaring the child. With restraint that amazed her the nurse continued to ever so gently run her tongue up and down between the outer plumpness, feeling the soft new hair on her cheeks and controlling the depth of penetration until she was sure Natalie was ready.

She had her hands on the skinny and incredibly smooth upper thighs applying just the slightest outward pressure and she felt the shivering begin. Probing deeper the seated woman began to explore the girl’s most sensitive flesh in search of the ultimate—the most erogenous place of all.

She felt it with the tip of her tongue and pushed upward feeling the semi circle of the hood first and then the tiny nubbin that it was shielding. Softening her tongue Marilyn made several quick bottom to top passes swiping over the aroused button at the top of each lick. The shivering in the girl’s legs gave way to shuddering.

The nurse abandoned her lapping action in favor of a firm tongue directly on the ten year old’s virgin clitoris. Rolling and flicking the firm little bud with her tongue she felt her patient go suddenly rigid. The feet that had been sort of dangling against the seated woman’s back shot straight out and for just a second or so the girl was as stiff as a board. The stiffness dissolved into shaking and Natalie was making the cutest little mewing noises as her first orgasm completed the explosion phase.

Her patient had turned into a rag doll across the examination table; feet and legs dangling over one side and her head awkwardly hanging over the other. In spite of her urgent need Marilyn took the time to turn the girl lengthwise on the table and cover her with a sheet from the storage compartment in the base of the table. Leaving her patient softly moaning in post orgasmic bliss she dashed to the washroom adjoining her office.

Inside she cursed as her shaky hands fumbled with the fasteners of her skirt. By the time it hit the floor she was sure she was going to explode. Once she had yanked her panties down past her knees she sat on the closed toilet lid and grasped her entire aching vulva, giving it a firm massage. Her fingers stroked over her projecting swollen inner lips but the overture was finished and the first movement of the symphony had already begun.

She penetrated the outer folds and applied three fingers to the center of her need. There was no though and none was required. The rotary motion alternated with a quick back and forth and then a slow up and down. The waves of ecstasy got bigger and hotter quickly and erupted in a blinding flash. The rush nearly threw her off the slippery toilet lid.

Her pussy continued to spasm but the climax had opened the locked door that had temporarily sequestered her thinking reasoning mind.

‘It’s been quite a while,’ she realized. ‘How long would it be before miz Marshall came looking for her delinquent student… better hurry—‘

She pulled her underpants the rest of the way off. There was simply no wearing the saturated silk. Picking up her skirt she wasn’t surprised to find a three inch diameter wet spot on the back.

‘That’s useless too,’ the panicky nurse decided.

Then she remembered seeing white coats in the closet where she’d stowed her jacket. She hadn’t expected them to fit because she knew that Rebecca was much smaller than her but she had few options. Padding out into the office with nothing but her thigh-high stockings below the waist she tried on one of the starched white smocks and was delighted to find that it actually fit pretty well; if a bit short. It just barely covered the top lacy border of her hose, but it would do as long as she didn’t go out of the office. She was going to have to find a way to dry the skirt but that could wait.

Back in the examination room she found Natalie right where she’d left her. The girl’s eyes were open and Marilyn was familiar with the dreamy expression on the little girl’s face.

Kissing her patient on the forehead she whispered, “You’ve got to get up now sweetie… you’ve got to go back to class before they come looking for you.”

At first the grade fiver wasn’t much help but Marilyn, with some experience in these things, was able to get the space cadet pretty much dressed anyway. By the time she was putting the youngster’s shoes back on Natalie had joined the effort and was buttoning her blouse. Guiding her gradually recovering patient to the door she felt a need to remind her,

“Remember, if you mention that I gave you the ‘big girl’ exam I’m going to get in a lot of trouble.”

The nurse found comfort in the departing girl’s smile and the symbolic lip-buttoning gesture as she walked a little unsteadily down the corridor.

Closing the door to the medical suite she returned to her desk and sat down. She was so preoccupied that she didn’t even notice the short white coat ride up over the tops of her stockings and was only vaguely conscious of the scratchiness against her sensitive tushy.

An old adage came to her mind, ‘Be careful what you wish for.’

Was her dream job going to be more than she could handle?

Checking the alphabetical list she prepared to dial the classroom of the next student.

‘One thing is certain… it’s only the beginning,’ she thought and a thrill of anticipation shot up her spine.