Marilyn, School Nurse - Special Bonding

by Jackie

Here you go JetBoy... happy?

Marilyn was sure her heart stopped.

She could imagine the headline:

"Nurse at Pleasant Valley Private School for Girls Dies of Sudden Cardiac Arrest"

She didn't know the woman standing in her doorway of her office but she did recognize the tween standing beside her. Marilyn had heard the bell that signaled the end of classes for the day. Although she'd completed all the annual physicals she was still behind in updating the girls' records. That's what she was concentrating on when she heard,

"Sophie told me how you examined her."

The nurse's head had snapped from the computer monitor to the doorway to see the woman who had uttered those terrifying words.

Marilyn was overwhelmed by a host of physical reactions.

First she felt as though all the blood had drained out of her. A feeling of weakness and chills accompanied the exsanguination. Her belly went into a knot and she felt a clenching in her rectum.

The student and the woman who'd spoken the fateful words were very obviously mother and daughter. The facial features gave that insight at a glance.

'Maybe I didn't hear right,' the school nurse prayed, thinking that the fact that she wasn't breathing might be the cause of her heart-stoppage.

She was, however, afraid to ask her unexpected visitor to repeat herself. What seemed like a minute to the stunned nurse had in fact only been a couple of seconds.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to startle you... my name is Wendy... Wendy Yeats," the woman stepped forward, offering her hand.

Before she could even grasp the woman's second statement a tidal wave of relief swept over her.

'If she was pissed off and about to report me, she wouldn't be apologizing and offering to shake my hand.'

Nurse Watson politely rose from her chair to accept her visitor's greeting.

Making eye contact what she saw in Missus Yeats' deep brown eyes was nervousness or shyness--certainly not anger.

In the midst of her brief melt down she'd actually hoped that she would drop dead. In Marilyn's mind the alternative was being led away in handcuffs charged with child abuse or sexual interference. Marilyn had to accept the possibility that one of the girls she'd given her overly thorough annual physical to had breached the code of silence. She hadn't taken liberties with all of them--not that she didn't want to--she just didn't have the time and energy. Still she'd gone way beyond the standard protocol with enough of Pleasant Valley's students that the odds were definitely against her.

'What made me do it? What made me take the risk?' she couldn't answer her own question, but she was beginning to feel as though, at least in this case, that she'd dodged a bullet.

Marilyn glanced down at the chocolate haired girl and immediately felt a small spasm in her pussy. Sophie was smiling up at her and the nurse couldn't help recalling the last time she'd seen the eleven year old.

The last time had also been the first time. Recalling how she'd explored every inch of the tween ignited all of her erogenous zones. The feelings of impending arousal replaced the trepidation as her eyes returned to the mother's face. The nurse's panic had been replaced by curiosity.

"How can I help you? Did you have questions about Sophie's physical?" the school nurse inquired.

"No... It's just that... um, I... uh--" Wendy responded incompletely.

Marilyn could readily see the stress building on the mother's attractive face. In the woman's dark eyes she had seen nervousness, maybe even fear, from the beginning. Now there seemed to be something else. It was as though the woman standing in the nurse's office doorway was pleading with the white coated health care provider to read her mind.

'Whatever it is that she wants apparently embarrasses her,' Nurse Watson concluded watching the blush develop.

"It's nothing really... I'm sorry I shouldn't have come... but, uh... it was nice meeting you," Wendy blubbered and started to retreat dragging her daughter.

"My mom's afraid to go to the doctor," the youngster rejoined, resisting the traction that her overwrought mother was applying.

"I am not afraid!" her mom contradicted.

"It's just that, uh... Oh I don't know... come on Sophie... we've got to get home."

"Do you have a medical issue that perhaps I can help you with?" Marilyn offered the flustered woman.

Their eyes met once again and the nurse could almost feel the indecision and turmoil raging in the petit dark haired woman.

'What ever made me think that I could do this?' Wendy scolded herself. 'How in the name of God would I tell her?'

Looking into the compassionate eyes of the school nurse did something to her--imbued her with just enough courage.

"I've always felt that my doctor wasn't... wasn't as um, thorough as he should be," the statement came out as though it had taken a herculean effort to form the words.

"When Sophie told me about the examination you did it sounded so much more like it should be... I mean the way I think it should be."

Marilyn let the statement sink in for a moment, trying to deduce what the student's mother was trying to say.

'So did she just stop by to congratulate me on being a good nurse... to thank me? I don't think so.'

"Does that mean you want me to examine you?" Nurse Watson extrapolated.

Wendy's eyes went really wide and she seemed to sway a little. Marilyn interpreted the expression as shock. The unsteady woman had that pleading look again. Marilyn wasn't a mind reader but her well developed sense of empathy told her that she had guessed correctly.

"Why don't you come in and sit for a moment you look a bit faint to me," the nurse said taking her new patient by the elbow and guiding Sophie's mother into the guest chair.

Without being told the youngster closed the office door and latched it. Nurse Watson was impressed.

Once she was seated Wendy began to twist her hands in her lap. The way she was staring at her wring hands would have made you think that she was fascinated by the process.

The nurse put her hand gently on top of the distraught woman's and said very softly,

"Just relax and tell me why you really came."

The student's mother's eyes stayed on her hands but at least she'd stopped trying to rub the skin off. Speaking in hushed tones Wendy attempted to explain.

"When I was a teenager I had an aunt die from cancer. She had always taken good care of herself and gone for regular checkups but they just missed it."

Finally looking up from her lap she continued, "ever since then I've been... uh, I guess you'd say paranoid that the same thing will happen to me."

The poor woman's eyes had overflowed so Marilyn handed her a tissue.

"Well, there are never any guarantees that a serious condition will not go undiagnosed but as health care practitioners we have a solemn duty to do our very best to prevent that from happening," Nurse Watson spouted the Party Line.

"But that's just it!" the sobbing woman lamented. "It takes time to do the job properly... when I go for my checkup I'm in and out in less than

twenty minutes I don't think he's being thorough enough."

"You're certainly not the first person that I've heard this concern from." Marilyn agreed. "I think that sometimes doctors get a little too caught up in curing illness and fail to put the appropriate effort into preventing it. A well woman exam is a perfect example of where an ounce of prevention and early detection can be worth so much more than all the hi-tech treatments and remedies in the world."

The school nurse noticed a small improvement in the upset mother's expression. The woman nodded her approval while still dabbing her damp eyes but it appeared that the flow had stopped.

"It is why you came by isn't it? You were going to ask if I could do a physical on you."

Wendy's wide eyed look of near terror was back but she nodded in affirmation.

A warm water balloon that she wasn't even aware was there burst in the nurse's abdomen. Waves of heat spread out from it in every direction. The symptoms of arousal that had occurred when she'd first laid eyes on the tween were back and more powerful this time.

"Do you think you'd feel better... uh, safer if I checked you over?"

Sophie's mother just sat there with the same somewhat dazed expression.

Marilyn took her by the hand.

"Come with me," she instructed as she got out of her chair and started toward the examination room at the back of her office towing her patient.

The nurse gave the attractive woman a 'head to toe' look over when they arrived in the separate room. The cross your heart gathered style of the top of Missus Yeats' dress made assessment of her bust size uncertain. The dress was very flattering of the woman's tiny waist and the mature flair of her hips.

'What have I gotten myself into?' Wendy worried.

When Sophie had told her about the physical examination she'd received at school Wendy was amazed at her physiological response. They were lying cuddled up on the girl's bed just before bedtime; as they'd done since Sophie graduated from the cradle. The nightly sessions were an important part of the mother daughter bonding. They gave Wendy feelings that she never got--couldn't get--any other way.

'I never thought of them as sexual until...'

'I so wanted to repeat the examination the nurse had done and it made my... my...'

Wendy shut off the thoughts with her conscious mind but the throbbing between her legs was beyond her control.

The next day while Sophie was at school the visions kept coming back. That's when she realized that she wanted the same things done to her.

That was two days ago.

In her lucid moments, between jilling to relieve the tension, Wendy had hatched this plot to make her fantasy, reality; but now as she stood in the examination room attached to the nurse's office her fight or flight response was in overdrive.

"Let me help you with this," Marilyn said stepping behind her patient to unfasten the hook at the top of the zipper.

Slowly the school nurse began to slide the zipper open. If her patient was going to balk it might as well be now. The pace was agonizing.

Wendy felt the tension of the material release on her midriff as the nurse pulled the tab to the lowest point of travel right at the top of her crack.

Marilyn watched the mother's bra back strap revealed as soon as she started her downward pull. The snug dress naturally parted to reveal her flawless back until finally the waist band of her patient's bikini panties came into view. The pastel blue shade of the woman's underwear was similar to the dress.

Marilyn applied torque to the woman's shoulders, turning her so that they were facing again. Looking into Wendy's eyes, she gauged the level of Sophie's mother's panic and elected to proceed, slowly, as before.

When she pulled the wide shoulder straps of the dress off, gravity took over and the dress rapidly descended to Wendy's elbows. With the gathered fabric out of the way Marilyn got her first view of her patient's bust.

Wendy Yeats average sized breasts were contained in the sheer blue material allowing a tantalizing view of her dark, perfectly circular areolas. With her eyes drinking in the arousing spectacle the nurse pulled the dress toward her, off Wendy's forearms and over her hands. When she was able to lower the dress below the trembling woman's knees Marilyn was wondering whether her patient was going to cooperate or if she'd need some encouragement.

Wendy drew a deep shaky breath at the moment the shoulder straps cleared her hands.

'All I have to do is step out of it,' the thought sent shivers down her spine but, after a brief hesitation she did it anyway.

The school nurse turned to put the dress over the back of a chair and Wendy automatically clasped her hands in front of her vulva.

Marilyn turned back toward her bra and panty clad patient striking the demure pose. Sophie's mother was also wearing thigh-high hose. The elastic top of the stockings was patterned to resemble lace. There was sheen to the silvery nylon covering the shivering woman's legs. Missus Yeats eyes were on the floor and she was wringing her hands again.

Pausing only a moment, Marilyn slipped behind her patient and expertly released the hooks of the blue brassiere.

Wendy felt all of the air in her lungs exit through her mouth. The little, almost inaudible, sound would best be characterized as a sigh--or maybe a whimper.

Moving to a face to face position Marilyn had to tug firmly on the pastel blue shoulder straps because the nervous woman's upper arms were fairly tight against her body. Once the ribbons cleared her elbows the next obstacle was the wringing hands. She released the bra and let it hang there from Wendy's wrists.

Naked except for her panties and thigh-highs Wendy felt a warm wave wash over her. There was a sense that she'd passed the point of no return.

"I'm sorry but I don't have any adult size gowns... is that OK," the nurse asked.

Wendy could have thought that it was a bit late to be informed of the wardrobe shortage but she just nodded.

"Good then you can just hop right up here for me," Marilyn advised taking her patient by the elbow and guiding her toward the exam table.

The new school nurse had to hand it to Becky, her predecessor. The astute young nurse, whom she'd never actually met, had the foresight to have auxiliary heating installed in the examination room. It was actually too warm for the woman in the knee length white coat but made being naked much more comfortable. Being cold is an arousal suppressant.

Marilyn very quickly went through the obligatory eyes, ears, nose, throat, heart and lungs portion of the exam; and finished by taking Missus Yeats blood pressure. She was not surprised to find her patient's heart rate respiration and blood pressure all elevated. Factoring in an allowance for the stress of the situation the nurse was prepared to pronounce Sophie's mother very healthy up to that point and she told her patient so.

Wendy felt herself relax a little during the routine and not particularly embarrassing part of the process. She felt that the checks had been performed thoroughly and that the brief time it took was simply a tribute to the nurse's skill and dexterity.

"OK," Nurse Watson announced, "now I need you to sit up nice and tall."

The woman in panties and hose sitting on the high paper covered examination platform realized that she had been slouching--perhaps in an effort to make her naked boobs less evident. She pushed her shoulders back as requested, feeling a bit like she was thrusting her tits toward the nurse.

Marilyn draped the stethoscope across her shoulders. The lowered stress level that accompanied the preliminary part of the exam seemed to evaporate as the nurse focused her attention on her patient's breasts.

Wendy knew it was her imagination but she couldn't deny the sensation that the woman's gaze created in her boobs. It was as though she could actually feel Marilyn's eyes on her skin. To make matters worse, the sensation was making her normally perky nipples stand out even more. As her nipples distended and her areolas crinkled, they began to tingle. The nerves that directly connected the reddish brown pegs to her clitoris switched on and began sending a stream of what, under other circumstances, would have been delightful signals.

With her visual assessment complete the nurse approached and cupped her patient's breasts in a somewhat unorthodox beginning to mammary palpation.

Both women felt a firm jolt between the legs.

Wendy because her examiner was gently squeezing her tender breasts and pushing in on her nearly erect nipples; Marilyn, at the twin handfuls of soft pliable flesh she was cradling and manipulating while the rubbery spike on the tip bored into her palm.

"Lay back for me now," the nurse instructed putting her left hand behind her patient's right shoulder, supporting the young mother as she reclined.

Wendy felt even more exposed now. Lying on her back stretched out on the crunchy paper--her last vestige of modesty the tiny blue, nearly transparent bikini panties. She was tempted to cross her arms over her chest but realized that it would be a useless maybe even childish gesture.

Nurse Watson's hands were back on her breasts again. She had never been examined like this before but she didn't protest.

'I'm the one who was complaining that my doctor isn't thorough enough,' she rationalized.

At the same time another thought emerged.

'I've never had another woman touch me this way before,' for some reason that thought made her head spin.

It wasn't general enough. Had Wendy been thinking clearly she'd have realized that no one had ever touched her this way before. When she married she was a virgin and her other suitors had not been permitted access to her adolescent charms. The only hands, other than her own, to touch her breasts were those of her none too proficient husband. Hadn't she yearned for just this kind of caress--dreamt what it would feel like to have them touched by another with the same gentle loving technique that she employed when pleasuring herself?

'Did it have to be another woman... and a medical professional on top of that?'

The question was moot; it was another woman, and she was a nurse.

"Did you breast feed Sophie?" the nurse asked.

"Yesss," her prone patient replied hoarsely.

"Then I'll need to thoroughly check your nipples," Marilyn warned. "Some women develop unhealthy conditions years after weaning their kids."

Nurse Watson uttered the fallacy without remorse.

The next thing Sophie's mother knew her health care provider was pinching and tugging on the second most erogenous part of her body.

"Ahhh... urrr...uh," the tortured woman groaned loudly as the sensation shot directly to her crotch.

"I know... I know they're really sensitive sweetie... just try to relax for me."

The combination of the delightful rubbery feel of the full mature and well used nipples in her fingers, combined with Wendy's obvious appreciation of the attention made the nurse's pussy purr.

As quickly as it had started the thrilling pressure was gone.

Wendy opened her eyes, and because of the slight upward incline that her back was on could see that the school nurse had moved to the foot of the table. Marilyn was smiling reassuringly and yet the reclining woman felt no reassurance.

"We're going to need to slip these off now," the nurse informed and clarified by gripping the waist elastic of Wendy's blue panties.

'Oh my God!' the hyper stimulated woman screamed inside her own head.

She'd known that it was coming but she'd never expected to be this aroused when her pants were finally going to come off.

'I'm positively sopping wet... will she see... will she notice?'

He nurse was dragging the underwear from under her bum without much assistance. Wendy felt the dampness painted onto her upper thighs as the crotch panel flipped inside out on it inexorable trek toward her feet.

She'd thought that being totally naked and exposed to the white coated woman's inspection would be embarrassing but she hadn't factored how extreme it would be given her excited condition.

Marilyn's pussy did a quick flip as she was finally able to survey Missus Yeats in her full glory.

The sparse dark brown hair around the swollen crease was quite evidently damp. The rosy hue of the woman's entire pudendum was more than enough evidence for the experienced medical technician.

Putting her right hand behind her patient's knee, she bent the woman's right leg and positioned the stocking clad foot in the stirrup.

"Let your leg go limp and let me do all the work," the nurse instructed and then repeated the process with Wendy's other leg.

Wendy heard rather than saw the little stool roll into position. She knew what was coming next.

Looking down between her obscenely splayed thighs she could see Marilyn's head and part of her shoulders just beyond their juncture.

"Scoot down until you feel my hands on your bottom," the dreaded words were spoken.

No matter how many times she'd done this without incident she was always sure that she was going to fall off the end of the table.

Whatever embarrassment she'd ever endured in her entire life was summarily eclipsed as she felt her flooded vulva opening and tilting upward.

The school nurse inhaled the uniquely sweet scent of her patient's arousal and closed her eyes just for a second in order to savor the delectable fragrance. She felt the soft warmth of Wendy's tushy touch the heels of her hands, and opened her eyes.

"OK that's really good honey," she congratulated, drinking in the pussy churning spectacle.

"Relax and let your legs fall outward," Marilyn encouraged and illustrated by pushing gently on her patient's silvery nylon covered knees

Missus Yeats labia minora were quite long and thick. The left one sort of folded over obscuring the view her vaginal canal. Marilyn wondered if the woman would question the absence of gloves--she needn't have worried--there were far more important things on the young woman's mind.

It wasn't a flick, it was barely a touch on the crinkly dark flesh of the shielding outer fold but the inner lips parted, like a flower blooming, revealing the sort of oval shaped entrance to the milky pink paradise. The nurse swallowed several times in an effort to deal with a sudden abundance of saliva in her mouth.

"I'm going to begin feeling along the outer part first," the woman on the low stool cautioned, brushing the backs of her hands on her patient's inner thighs above the stocking tops enroute to their alluring destination.

Wendy realized that she was holding her breath. When the nurse's fingers gripped her outer lips way down near where they transitioned into her butt cheeks she inhaled sharply. It was a gasp.

"Try to relax as best you can... try taking deep breaths," the examiner encouraged.

'I should start taking my own advice,' Marilyn thought realizing that she was panting like a dog on a hot summer's day.

Working her way up the spongy slippery fleshiness of her patient's lightly furred outer labia she could see the minor contractions happening in the cream filled interior.

Marilyn was at first surprised to feel pressure on her right shoulder. Surprise turned to amazement when she felt hot breath on her ear.

'Sophie!'

She turned to find the forgotten tween leaning in for a better view. The tall nurse sitting on the low stool was basically eye to eye with the student.

Well, her eyes were on the girl. Sophie's eyes, the size of saucers, were riveted on the passageway by which she'd entered this world.

"Isn't it beautiful," the seated woman whispered in the girl's ear.

Sophie responded with an affirmative sounding grunt.

"Do you want to show me how much you remember from our lesson on Monday?" Marilyn challenged.

The nurse rolled the stool back slightly to give the budding gynecologist room to work.

"These are the outer lips... uh, um the labia majora," the student began, picking up the examination of her mother's vulva where her tutor had left off.

Hearing her daughter's voice Wendy raised her head enough to see that Sophie was now practically in front of the school nurse and it was the tiny tweenaged hands that were wreaking havoc on her senses.

'Oh my God my daughter's playing with my pussy,' Sophie's mother tried to hold the thought, to really absorb what it meant but the physical sensations were just too overpowering.

"These are the inner lips," the girl continued and began squeezing and tugging her way toward the apex.

"And right up here... what's this called?" Marilyn prompted and couldn't resist giving her patient's clitoris a quick stroke.

Wendy knew that they were talking but her brain was simply unable to process another input. When something... whatever it was, touched her throbbing love button she nearly jumped through the ceiling.

"That's my mom's clit," the girl replied proudly.

"Good girl!" the nurse congratulated, but instead of a pat on the back she slipped her hand under the short uniform kilt and patted her bum.

"You see how sensitive it is," Marilyn confided. "Your mom nearly jumped right off the table just from that tiny touch," the instructor commented with a laugh in her voice.

Her daughter's fingers were still working their way up her lips. Wendy could feel pressure like she'd never felt before building in her lower abdomen.

'This is what you really wanted isn't it,' the pre-orgasmic mother was surprised to hear the voice she associated with her conscience cut through the haze of arousal.

'All those nights cuddling in bed... reading stories... this is what you wanted to happen.'

"Do you want to try putting your fingers inside?" Marilyn asked.

Sophie looked over her shoulder at her mentor. This time the eleven year old's eyes expressed some confusion.

"We didn't talk much about the vagina on Monday, did we?"

Sophie shook her head in the negative.

"Do you remember I showed you a sort of flap of skin and told you that it was your hymen... and that you needed to be careful and gentle with it?"

The girl nodded.

"Well that piece of skin covers the entrance to your vagina. Some day it will get broken like your mother's... see?"

Marilyn moved the finger that had been hovering over Sophie's mother's clit down to Wendy's cream filled introitus. With the tip of her finger and finger nail the nurse indicated the remnants of her patient's cherry.

"This is all that's left of your mom's."

Wendy felt the nurse's finger teasing her opening and penetrating by just fractions of an inch. It was driving her mad and her hips involuntarily lifted off the table. Marilyn moved her hand away before the thrusting cunt could envelope her probing digit.

"YOU feel it," she said to her pupil.

Sophie's little hand was once again in contact with her mom's hot slippery folds exploring the delicate tissues at her flooded portal.

"Once the hymen is broken it allows access to the inside... called the vagina."

Sophie tore her attention away from the fragrant sloppy crease and looked incredulously at Marilyn.

"In... uh, inside... inside her body?" she asked in amazement.

Marilyn nodded, smiling at her student's wonderment.

Her daughter's fingers at the mouth of her love tunnel were indistinguishable from those of the nurse. Wendy's pelvis responded to the titillating contact again; lifting off the examination table. The girl had no way to anticipate the move and suddenly found most of her hand in the velvet softness of the hot slippery passage.

Mother and daughter squealed simultaneously.

Marilyn slipped her hand under the waistband of Sophie's panties so she could stroke the girl's round little naked bum while she watched Wendy's hips thrust and recoil at remarkable speed.

Sophie was scared by her mom's violent reaction. She might have pulled her hand away if she'd been thinking clearly but closing her hand into a fist was just a reflex to protect her fingers.

Wendy felt the object that had been teasing her most sensitive flesh somehow get bigger and she wanted more of it. She would have never imagined that she had the flexibility in the knees to actually move toward her daughter's frozen arm. Her thrusts now took the clenched fingers of the youngster's hand half way to her cervix, and it still wasn't enough.

The school nurse watched as the girl's fist disappeared into her patient's depths and then re-emerged pulling the inner labia out with it, only to be swallowed up an instant later by the next forceful upward movement of Wendy's hips.

It was only seconds before the tween pulled her hand away in shock, but because of the extreme speed of the prone woman's gyrations her daughter's fist had plunged in and out close to a dozen times. The emptiness when the little fist moved out of range made her scream in frustration.

Marilyn saw the fear and puzzlement in her pupil's eyes.

"It's OK sweetie you didn't do anything wrong," she comforted giving the tween's tushy an affectionate squeeze; "but I think your mom really needs to cum now."

"Do you remember the best way to make that happen?" the nurse quizzed the girl on the lesson she'd given earlier in the week.

"By rubbing her clit?" Sophie replied tentatively.

"That's the best way if you're doing it for yourself," the nurse agreed. "If you're doing it for a partner there's an even better way."

The girl soaked in the information like a sponge.

"Look at your mom's clit... It looks like a pink jellybean... don't you think?" the school nurse speculated continuing to caress her student's bare ass.

"Mmmm..." the girl responded and it was unclear whether it was a reaction to the woman's hand on her bum or the candy simile.

"Why don't you taste it," Marilyn suggested, and then hastily added, "but just lick and suck on it... don't bite it."

It wasn't a nuclear explosion; it was much bigger than that. It was a force of nature, like a tornado or a hurricane; any of the natural phenomena that dwarf displays of man-made power.

Suddenly every muscle control nerve in Wendy's body started sending a stream of rapidly changing and conflicting signals. Muscles tensed and relaxed randomly making her jerk like a marionette in the hands of a Parkinson's sufferer. The nerve impulses were like a million live wires dancing and sparking on a rain soaked street. Each of the arcing conductors was heating up casting a body enveloping heat like a blanket over the whole ecstatic experience.

Just before she drifted into blissful sleep that night Sophie's mother would question whether she'd ever really had an orgasm before in her life. What she'd previously thought was sexual fulfillment wasn't in the same universe with this experience.

The eleven year old stood up and turned toward her mentor in the white coat looking very pleased with herself.

"Well you two will certainly have a lot of catching up to do when you get home," Marilyn speculated.

Sophie and her mother's thoughts were remarkably similar at that moment.

Both were thinking how their traditional pre-sleep cuddling-bonding sessions had now and forever changed.