Marilyn, School Nurse - Merry Christmas to Me

by JW

This story is a continuation of Marilyn Watson RN. You can enjoy this story on its own, but there will be references to previous segments that won't mean anything to you unless you've read the earlier parts. This series is a vehicle to explore my medical fetish. Rather than one story with a beginning, 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.

Emma Winston clicked the picture to make it bigger and all those wonderful sensations washed over her. She was concentrating so hard on the computer screen that she didn't even hear Sarah Thompson come in until the curly haired blonde twelve year old was nearly at her shoulder.

"Whatcha looking at?" the younger girl asked her high school freshman neighbor.

"Nothing!" Emma replied clicking the minimize button out of reflex, and spinning to face the intruder.

"Were too," the private school senior countered and reached around her friend to maximize the browser screen again.

The image of the mature vulva with the banana shaped barbell inserted through the clitoral hood nearly filled the hi-def screen.

"Wow," sighed the younger girl in genuine awe. "I heard about that, but I'd never actually seen one."

"Yeah, well I have and I'm going to get one," Emma announced with conviction; now that the cat was out of the bag.

"That's what I'm going to use the money I get for Christmas on... it'll be my Christmas gift to me,' she giggled.

The look of shock on Sarah's face was almost comical. Eyes wide and mouth hanging open; her little chin seemed to be trembling as she tried to form the words.

"Wha... what, where... when," the inquisitive tween stammered.

Emma regarded the girl who was probably even more mentally precocious than she was physically so. The older girl at the computer thought that her neighbor could blend into her freshman high school class seamlessly in every way. Now she was trying to decide how much she would divulge to the girl who was over two years her junior.

She'd been reluctant at first to even form a friendship with the younger girl but her parents were adamant that she and the other girls in their isolated community stick together. Not only that, but she, as the eldest should lead Sarah and Megan. She'd never really thought of herself as a leader and consequently was willing to let the more aggressive little blonde lead. Sarah had won her over two years ago because of her maturity and outgoing nature.

They'd shared little secrets before but nothing this big—this dangerous. If her parents ever found out there'd be hell to pay.

"Remember when I went to visit Marissa before Thanksgiving?" she asked the slack jawed blonde, who nodded still looking like she'd been told the most unbelievable thing in the world.

"You've gotten to go there twice now... and I'm never going to get to go," Sarah said not sounding very grown up at that moment.

"Listen!" Emma commanded her whiny young friend. "You asked so I'm going to tell you."

"Julie... Marissa's roommate has her hood pierced and she showed it to me."

A tremendous shiver ran down Emma's spine and became a small warm ball in the lower belly as she thought about how much more the college girl had shown her.

"You're going to get one... uh, how... why?" Sarah asked breathlessly.

"Well I'll have the money from Christmas... Julie told me that it makes her feel sooo good, like playing with herself all the time."

The private school senior soaked in the incredible information and felt her own kitty twitch and jerk at the thought. She'd only just learned to pleasure herself 'just right' a couple of months ago. She was already a little worried that she did it too much, and here was her older wiser friend talking about doing it constantly. Sarah felt her knees go weak.

Emma hadn't intended to tell anyone about the body modification she was planning or the one she'd already undergone. The lustful look on her younger friend's face made her glad that she'd shared.

"The trouble is there's at least three different ways that it can be done. Apparently it depends on your... uh, your... the way your pussy is," the older girl with the beautiful natural red waves resting on her shoulders informed her friend what she'd learned searching the net.

"How do you know which one?" Sarah asked, her eyes straying back to the monitor.

"That's just it... from what I've read all the women who've had it done right are really happy with it; but for the ones who had it done wrong it was a nightmare."

"So how do you figure it out?" Sarah rephrased her question.

"Well that's why I'm still searching. What I've read so far it seems like you have to rely on the piercing artist. I'd really like to have the opinion of someone who knows about these things... somebody I can trust," Emma explained the conundrum.

"I should have asked Julie more questions but I don't think that she really knows that much about it. She said she got it done on a dare when she was drunk—that's how much research she did!"

Emma couldn't help thinking about Julie serving her wine while her sister Marissa was at work waitressing. Her sister's roommate had shown her all her piercings; nipples, navel as well as her hood. The next thing she knew they were walking off campus into an area of Charleston that made the young country girl nervous. There were a lot of rough looking characters hanging around and every other store front seemed to be a bar.

Julie guided her into an alley and through a door into a tattoo-piercing parlor. It was the first time she'd ever been drunk and she really didn't know or understand at the time what was happening. The woman behind the counter had more piercings and tats than Emma had ever seen on anybody. She heard Julie tell the proprietor that her friend wanted to get her nipples pierced. She heard the conversation but honestly was too far out of it to realize that they were talking about her.

She learned later that Julie had used Marissa's driver's license to convince the piercing artist that she was of legal age. There was a strong family resemblance.

It seemed like a bad dream. Julie was pushing her ahead, following the woman into a bright room where most things were made of shiny steel; taking her top off, then her bra, laying her down in a cold vinyl table topless. Emma thought at some point that she might have fallen asleep—in a stupor. The heavily decorated older woman and her sister's roommate were talking about gauges which meant absolutely nothing to her.

What brought her back was the antiseptic being applied to her plump pink areola. It was cold and the two inch blushing circle went all crinkly and pebbly. Next came the clamp thingy. At first it hurt and she tried to reach up and push the artist away but Julie held her arms. All she could do was look down in amazement at how long her nipple was being held out by the forceps. In her surreal state of mind it was quite erotic and she began to feel stirring in her pussy.

It didn't last long. A second later she felt the most intense burning pain of her life in her right nipple, she'd screamed and then passed out. Vague awareness of the torturously delightful clamp being released and of the cold liquid being applied to her other nip; then the forceps again and this time despite the burning sting from her punctured left nipple a hot surge like a bubble expanded in her belly and made her kitty purr. She groaned and heard the tattooed woman say,

"Just hang on honey... take a deep breath, just one more little pinch."

Little pinch—like a cigarette lighter held to her tender nipple was a little pinch!

Another scream and another moment of pure blackness followed.

Julie stuffed Emma's bra into her purse and pulled Emma's sweater on over Emma's head. All the high school freshman could remember about the walk back to the dorm was that it felt like the sweater was sand paper trying to abrasively remove her sensitive burning nipples. It was the pain that kept her from collapsing.

She recalled the relief when Julie took her top off again and guided her into her bed; and then oblivion. Her next fuzzy memory was Marissa holding her hair out of the way while she vomited into the toilet.

The next morning she was awakened by their raised voices. Marissa and Julie were arguing and she'd pulled the pillow over her aching head to shut them out. Her stomach rolled and heaved again and she found herself with her head back over the toilet bowl but nothing actually came out which only made it worse.

When her sister went out to get something to settle her stomach Julie sat with her on the bed and apologized.

"I really shouldn't drink... I always wind up doing something crazy," the college girl confessed giving Emma a sidelong hug.

"I know that you hate me right now but when your boobies heal you're going to thank me. You'll see how amazing the piercings feel," Julie stroked her red matted hair as she promised the wonders and then whispered in a conspiratorial tone; "and as good as those piercings feel getting one on your hood is ten times better."

Just before putting her on the bus for home Sunday morning Marissa hugged her and apologized.

"If you take the studs out they'll heal over and be back to normal in a couple of weeks."

Emma decided that she'd do just that as soon as the burning stinging subsided.

The pain was much less on Monday and by Tuesday morning it was no longer pain at all. It was like a constant and insistent tugging on her nips. By the afternoon she was having trouble sitting still in class. The rumbling between her legs was making her squirm against her chair. When she got home she ran from the bus to her deserted house and directly to her washroom. Stripping her panties off she barely touched her bubbling coochie when the massive orgasm that had been building pitched her up against the wall.

Emma lost track of how many times she came that afternoon. She was rolled up in her comforter on her bed when her parents got home, gooey and crusty all the way down to her knees.

That was the last week of November and the same scene repeated every day. Emma found that she had to learn to force the incessant tugging on her nips out of her mind to be able to function.

In the delirium after her third or fourth orgasm the following Monday Julie's words came back to her,

"You'll thank me once your boobies heal... as good as those piercings feel getting one on your hood is ten times better."

Ten times! That was impossible she couldn't survive! Nevertheless Emma knew she had to have one more (or was it two?) holes punched through her skin in the most intimate place of all.

The recollection, fuzzy as a lot of it was, flowed through her in a long moment. The redheaded high school freshman realized that her young visitor had asked,

"So you don't trust the woman who did your nipples to figure out which style of hood piercing you're suited for?"

"Not really... I mean she did me based on Marissa's ID. She didn't even look closely enough to realize that there's no way I could be in my twenty's. Plus Julie and I were both drunk; that's got to be against the rules too."

"You could go to somebody else," Sarah speculated.

"Sure but how would I know if they were any good... if they knew what they were talking about?"

The curly haired younger girl thought only for a second and then announced exuberantly,

"I know who can help... Missus Watson!"

Emma looked at her enthusiastic young friend skeptically.

"What makes you think that she knows anything about piercing?"

"Well she's a nurse, and... and she knows a lot about what girls have down there," the private school senior justified.

'Boy does she ever know a lot about what girls have down there!'

The thought that followed her reassurance to Emma started a delicious tingle between Sarah's legs.

"Oh I don't know Sarah... I've only met her once; the day she moved in. I couldn't go and ask her about something like this."

"Well I've spent some time with her and she's really nice... helpful," the tween felt an all over tingle as she discretely described her relationship with the older woman.

Emma's expression conveyed her doubt and reluctance.

"We don't even have to tell her it's for you... we can just say we heard about it and we're curious," Sarah proposed.

The precocious little blonde was tugging on her older, bigger and stronger friend's arm.

"Come on," she entreated. "I want to hear the answers too."

Emma didn't agree and cooperate, she just didn't resist.

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Marilyn took the small casserole dish from her fridge. She'd made a family sized meal and then divided it into single servings. As she was turning the oven on to preheat she was thinking how good she'd gotten at preparing dinner for one.

It was so much easier to find recipes for four and cook them up on the weekend when she was looking for things to do anyway. Dividing the finished product into individual portions, leaving one in the fridge and freezing the others she'd developed her own homemade TV dinner menu.

Moving to the more hospitable climate, and getting rid of (or at least stowing away) the reminders of her dearly departed husband had given her some control. She wasn't over her grief but she was able to choose when and where to release it. Giving herself permission to put on some of their favorite music, opening the photo albums and allowing the memories and tears to flow from time to time was cathartic. Continually suppressing those feelings would have been unhealthy but if she let them take over she couldn't get on with her life.

'Joe would be proud of me... happy for me,' she thought brushing a tear from her cheek.

She wondered if she should indulge her remorse this evening but rejected the idea immediately. Those sessions were becoming ever less frequent and Marilyn thought that was a good thing; but still there was the loneliness.

'Other women... other people do this all the time... some by choice,' she encouraged herself.

She thought about Nancy McLean—her boss.

'She's out there on her own too... albeit by choice.'

The school's director made it clear how happy and impressed she was with Marilyn's work. There was always an undercurrent in their interpersonal dealings. The private school's nurse always had the sense that there could be so much more to their relationship than boss and employee. The middle aged divorcee sent subtle and it usually seemed unintentional messages to the widow but she hadn't opened up yet.

Now that most of the girl's annual exams were done and she wasn't under the time pressure and workload, Marilyn thought that perhaps she should become proactive in exploring those possibilities. The thoughts seemed to wash away the melancholy that was threatening to take over her evening and replaced it with a warm glow focused mostly in her pelvis. She was pondering how she might begin exploring mutual interests with her middle aged boss when the doorbell rang.

Living all of her life in the big city, checking the peep-hole in the door to see who was there before opening it was automatic. The sight of little Sarah turned the warm glow engendered by thoughts of Nancy to a small fire. The taller red head beside her young friend looked slightly familiar but she couldn't quite place her. She'd examined so many girls at the private school over the past couple of months that it was more their pussies she recalled. Still she was convinced that she had met the older girl before, but where...

"Hi Missus Watson," the curly haired tween greeted politely . "Do you have a few minutes? Emma and I have a question."

'Emma... Emma...' the nurse searched for the connection.

'Of course! How could I forget! She's the one who went to visit in Charleston and got Sarah and her other little friend asking questions about college roommates and their hijinks... what an amazing situation that had lead to.'

The memory pored gasoline on the flaming embers that had taken over her loins.

"Sure... uh, sure honey," the nurse agreed and held the door wide to receive her unexpected and thrilling company.

"Let's go in the living room and you can tell me what's on your mind," Marilyn suggested, leading the way.

The school nurse was hoping that a need for further clarification of what was happening in the college dorm had arisen. She'd be happy to show them exactly what Emma's sister and her roommate had been up to. That thought brought the image of the examination-training session she'd done with the tweens and Marilyn had to push it aside before she got too far ahead of the situation.

'Maybe their question has nothing to do with sexuality,' she warned herself.

The girls sat on the leather couch. It didn't help the older woman's raging libido that Sarah was wearing the school uniform; just like last time. The same uniform that she'd seen shed so many times in her office at the school. Her friend, Emma, was wearing a cream colored knit top and a conservative length pleated skirt.

"One of Emma's friends got her hood pierced and we're curious about it," Sarah bluntly stated the reason for the visit.

So much for the subject being non-sexual.

Marilyn said nothing waiting for the blonde cutie to ask a more specific question.

Her experience with genital piercing was mostly from her days in Ob-Gyn. It usually involved things having gone wrong—infections, inflammation, tearing—the list wasn't pretty.

She knew of a few women who were delighted with their body modification choice and realized that there were probably more success stories than horror stories. If it weren't so the procedure wouldn't be as popular as it was.

"We heard that there are a couple of different ways of doing it and wondered how you decide which one is right," the younger girl presented the burning question much to her older friend's delight.

Marilyn recalled discussing with a couple of the Gynos she'd worked with the reasons things had gone wrong with a patient's vulval piercings. The doctors had explained the various mistakes that could be made using the wrong style for that particular woman's anatomy. The very thought of needles being poked anywhere near her pussy frankly sent cold shivers down her spine.

"The clitoral hood of course has to be big enough and in the case of vertical there needs to be enough room to get the tube that the needle goes into between the hood and the clit itself," Marilyn watched the girls eyes get wider particularly Emma's

"Normally the goal is to get the jewelry resting directly on the clitoral glans for maximum stimulation. If the glans naturally protrudes beyond the end of the prepuce... uh, the hood then a horizontal is probably best... unless the woman has long inner labia, because that can cause the piercing to migrate and stretch the hole. With large lips there's quite a bit of movement as she carries on her normal activities."

Emma and Sarah were staring at her like she was telling the most fascinating story they'd ever heard. Marilyn realized as she tried to explain the decision making process that it was really quite complicated. There were just too many interconnected variables. She could probably go on for an hour trying to verbally construct a flowchart.

"There are a lot of things to be considered and well trained piercing artist will have spent weeks learning all of them, so it's hard for me to even outline it in a few minutes," the nurse decided that it was really pointless to continue.

"But... but if you saw it... if you looked at a girl's pussy you'd know which one was best?" Sarah rejoined making a statement that was intended as a question.

The older woman noticed her little blonde friend shoot a furtive glance at the nervous looking redhead. She had suspected that the question and interest wasn't hypothetical. They were both too young to be considering having their pussy pierced but Marilyn was pretty sure that it was Emma who had the intention so she focused on the older girl.

"Do you have any experience with piercing?" Marilyn asked, her eyes automatically checking the girl's ears. Contrary to her intention it was Sarah who answered.

"We've both had our ears pierced... and Emma... Emma's had her nipples done!"

As soon as she'd said it the youngster on the cusp of becoming a teenager regretted sharing the unsubstantiated information. Her older high school friend had only told her about the body modification minutes ago but she had never seen the evidence. Still there was no reason for Emma to lie—she believed it—it was just that she knew her friend had told her in confidence and didn't want her breast adornments advertised.

She looked apologetically over at the redhead who was now vividly blushing. There was something about talking to the school nurse that made Sarah just blurt out whatever was on her mind.

'Aha!' Marilyn took the indiscretion as proof of her theory.

"Were you happy with the person who performed those piercings? I mean did they do a good job... make you comfortable?" the nurse probed looking at the high schooler.

Emma was speechless.

The high schooler did want to get the information. Asking Sarah's medically qualified friend's advice was definitely better and faster than searching the net, which so far had given her mediocre clues. It had actually raised more questions than it answered. At the same time she was shy and nervous around the nurse who she'd only met once before; and that very briefly.

The blushing girl was looking down, avoiding eye contact and not responding so Marilyn took the initiative.

"If you show them to me I'll be able to get a better idea of how skilled the piercer is," the nurse lied.

The warm glow that had begun in the kitchen thinking about the possibilities with Nancy and got amplified by the unexpected arrival of her young guests pushed its way to the surface again. Heat and pressure in her lower belly was growing as she looked at the teenager's sweater puppies and tried to imagine them naked.

Emma's expression changed but Marilyn couldn't read it. The high school freshman no longer looked as embarrassed. The blush was fading and she'd stopped biting her lip.

'She's thinking about it,' the nurse thought taking in the teenager's pensive look.

Emma was seriously considering the request. She was allowing herself to feel the sensations generated by the piercings; the ones she'd only just learnt to control. At this point letting those feelings flow was less effort than suppressing them.

'Why shouldn't I show them to her? She's a nurse... she's seen hundreds of tits—probably thousands.'

'It was such a thrill showing them to Julie and the piecing lady even though I was pretty much out of it. Not much was getting through to me that day in the piercing parlor but being topless in front of the older woman and my sister's roommate made me wet... well wetter... because I'd already gotten pretty gooey when Julie showed me her piercings back in the dorm.'

'When she took her pants off and spread her legs I thought I was going to pass out. It might have been the wine I'd already drank but it really got my juices flowing... wine doesn't do that... does it?'

She was afraid to admit the extent to which the sounds that came from the next bed when she slept over in her sister's dorm roused her curiosity. She'd heard about girls having sex with other girls but it never really sunk in, until that first time she'd stayed at the university.

She was wakened out of her dreams by the sound. Emma had interpreted the noise as a yelp. She wasn't fully awake but her ears pricked up which is why she heard the much more subtle sucking and slurping sounds. In between it sounded like both Julie and Marissa were breathing hard with little squeaky noises in it. Emma surprised herself by immediately recognizing that they were having sex. She'd never heard the sound of lovemaking before and yet she knew them when she heard them.

When she looked over at her sister's bed it was obvious that they were not sleeping. Being pretty dark in the dorm room she could only make out the shapes moving under the covers. It was the squishy wet sound and the little chirps that started to make things happen between her legs. At that point she'd only played with herself a little but it was that same warm tightness that she felt in her cookie. The unfamiliar sensations made her grab herself down there.

According to the shape under the cover, one of them was kneeling and the other was lying flat on her back. Emma lay there sort of humping her hand, which felt pretty good, but when the realization hit home it was like all her muscles went stiff and she got sort of dizzy—delirious. From their positions Emma deduced that one had her face in the crotch of the other. The thought of a mouth being on her pussy caused the explosion.

On the bus ride home the high school freshman had rubbed herself again thinking about what it would feel like to have another girl's face on your cookie. If she put her mouth on somebody else's pussy; how would it taste?

That was months ago; right after Marissa had started at USC in September. It was the second time she'd visited over Thanksgiving that ended up in her having needles stuck through her nipples and having a her first really good, up close and personal, look at another girl's stuff.

When Julie lay down on the bed and spread her legs Emma had known that she wanted to stick her face in there but she didn't. Now all she could think about was how beautiful her sister's roommate's kitty looked with the little gold ring at the top and a small white bead hanging down just at the bottom of her hood.

Emma wasn't sure why the college girl had stripped down in front of her to show off all the places on her body that she had jewelry. She put it down to the wine. It wasn't so much the body modifications that she remembered as it was the thrill she got from just looking at Julie's shaved pussy. It rekindled the memory of watching the silhouette of her and Marissa go at it the first time she'd visited and how she'd fantasized about it since.

Julie had laid herself out like an offering but Emma had been too shy or too drunk to take her sister's roommate up on the offer. The redhead regretted the missed opportunity and made a pact with herself to never let another pass her by like that.

'This is starting to feel like another opportunity,' she thought.

Sarah and Missus Watson had been sitting waiting patiently after the nurse had made the offer to check the quality of her body modifications. Emma sat almost transfixed; lost in the erotic memories.

Her younger friend twisted around and propelled herself to her knees, beside her on the leather couch.

"Come on Emma!" Sarah said in a pleading tone as she gripped the bottom of Emma's knit top while kneeling beside her.

"show Missus Watson so she can see if the piercing lady is any good... and I wanna see too," the last was added with a self-conscious giggle.

Like the trip over to the nurse's house it wasn't really cooperation just compliance. It was as though she thought that if there was video evidence she'd be able to claim that she was innocent—that she was just following orders.

Sarah was tugging upward on the sweater and Emma raised her arms helpfully—and not so innocently.

As the fairly thick knit material ascended above her chest and she felt the neck catch slightly on her chin and nose, a new rush of sensations filled her. Her wavy red hair was last to pass through the neck hole and then it fell back down on her shoulders in need of some grooming.

Sarah had no intention of leaving the job half done and started to scoot around her friend. Emma found herself turning her shoulders ninety degrees to give the blonde imp easier access to the single 'Z' type fastener that held the T shirt bra cups in place.

When the back strap was released the concealing molded 'B' cups started to fall away. Sarah didn't wait for the spongy foam filled cups to remove themselves. She sped up the process by grasping the descending shoulder straps and pulling her friend's underwear off.

Even though her head was spinning and her pussy was pulsing as she became topless Emma thought she heard a couple of gasps or sighs. One was definitely Sarah but she wasn't sure if the other one came from her or the nurse.

Her young blonde dressing—actually undressing—assistant sat there holding the beige-y skin tone bra, staring at the little gold balls on either side of her nipples that were joined by the shaft through the hole in the center of the dark pink dug.

Exposed to the cool air of the room Emma felt her pale mushroom cap like areolas pucker. She really thought that the increase in the never-ending tugging from the gold barbells was being caused more by the two sets of appreciative eyes that were now unabashedly looking at her bare tits than the shrinking two inch circle of hypersensitive flesh.

Emma was sure the older woman, whose dinner preparations they had unknowingly interrupted, made a grunting sound when she pitched forward off her chair so that she was kneeling directly in front of the exposed redhead. That was when the high schooler first noticed how freely their host and prospective advisor's boobs moved under the lavender lounging suit. She knew in an instant that the older woman was a quick zipper pull away from being as exposed as she was.

The more intensely the kneeling nurse stared at her boobs the tighter her piercings felt. The highly erotic sensations seemed to flow in pulses through the conduit connecting them directly to her clit. It felt as though some unseen force had applied one of those microwaved washcloths—like the ones they gave you at the Chinese food buffet—directly to her crotch.

Marilyn examined the adorable pert fourteen year old tits from less than three feet away. She felt her own long nipples poking and rubbing against the soft interior of her lounging suit jacket as she scrutinized the girl's jewelry.

"May I touch... uh, for a better look?" the nurse asked politely while tearing her eyes off the teenager's tits and exploring her facial expression.

The look she saw was all the permission she needed.

Reaching up and placing her fingers on the outsides of the newly minted breasts Marilyn pulled the crinkly buttons held out from their puffy nest by the metal inserts to the side with her thumbs and thumb nails.

Emma jerked and twitched as electric shocks tingled her titties and the same lightning bolts found their way down the conduit to her girlhood. The nurse's thumbs began to make a sort of circular motion that gave the topless teen a rushing gushing feeling way down below her tummy. She wasn't experienced enough to realize that the spasm in her vulva was what broke the containment. What she did know was that her strawberry orange pubic curls were now feeling damp and so was the crotch of her panties.

"Do you want me to take a look at the other place?" Marilyn asked looking up into the teenager's pained-pleasure expression.

'NO!' she wanted to scream at the nurse.

'I don't want you to just look at it,' Emma was too shy to vocalize the thought.

Sarah had gotten from her knees beside Emma. She was sitting on the armrest of the couch with her feet on the seat cushions. She'd been sitting there watching her friend, the nurse, toy with her high school friend's nipples and wished they were hers.

Rubbing her breasts through the thin bra and white uniform blouse was only making matters worse. The curly haired private school senior had wanted to see Emma's tits for quite sometime. Ever since Missus Watson had shown her and Megan how to do themselves just right. Megan had proved to be more of a prude than Sarah had thought. She'd been unable to convince her dark haired playmate to practice the skill the school nurse taught them. She'd gravitated to Emma who was older and even seemed to drop hints that she was interested every once in a while.

Sarah wasn't disappointed when she finally saw her friend's boobies for the first time just moments ago. It was more like a swelling of pride she felt when she realized that, even though Emma had more than a two year head start on her, their breasts were nearly the same size. Sarah concluded she was going to be bigger than her older friend by the next summer at the rate hers were growing.

It wasn't the size or even the rate of growth that was on her mind right now. It was the prickling itching that, when she tried to scratch, made her cookie bubble and twitch begging for attention.

"If you want me to give you advice on what sort of piercing you should get, I need you to take your panties off," the kneeling nurse was explaining.

Some last deep seated modesty made Emma shiver but when the nurse rocked back onto her heels the teenager got to her feet in the very narrow space between the kneeling older woman and the couch.

Marilyn rubbed the crotch of her panties against the heel of her foot through the velour lounging suit; pleased that she wasn't going to have to resort to any more deception or half truths to get a look at Miz Winston's treasure. The heat and wetness on the back of her foot came as no surprise and she didn't even care that the front of her soft comfy purple pants would now have a fairly large noticeable wet spot.

'By the time they see that it will be the least of my transgressions,' she mused while watching the redhead slide the white underpants past the hem of her skirt, past her knees and down her shapely calves.

Before the girl even had time to start threading her knickers over her caramel colored flats Marilyn took her by the hips and began guiding her sideways.

"It'll be easier if you sit up here," she instructed moving the high school freshman until her pert little butt was against the arm of the couch.

"Just sit back and relax while I take a look," the nurse suggested.

The arm of the sofa was high enough that Emma had to wiggle a little to get sitting up on it. Her feet didn't quite reach the floor.

Missus Watson was taking her panties the rest of the way off and removed her shoes at the same time leaving her barefoot. The only article of clothing that she had left, the brown pleated skirt, preserved her modesty at least at that moment—but not for long. Marilyn took a hold of the girl's right ankle and placed the red-haired teen's foot on the end table; and then she took the left ankle and put the teen's left foot on the nearest sofa seat cushion. The result was that Emma's thighs were open more than ninety degrees. The pleated skirt fell in between draping her oozing girlhood.

She felt the nurse's hands slip under her skirt and then the older woman's strong fingers biting into the sides of her butt cheeks.

"Slide forward right to the edge." the kneeling woman encouraged both verbally and physically.

Her pulsating coochie was still out of view but it was small comfort. In this modification of her original position her thighs were nearly at one hundred and eighty degrees. Emma knew that behind the dangling cover of her skirt, her coochie was about as spread open as it could get.

"Okay lay back... relax... rest your head," Marilyn directed pushing on Emma's sternum to illustrate what she wanted.

The high school freshman was surprised at how well the puffy armrest bolster supported her back and a moment later her head was resting rather comfortably against the back of the couch.

The nurse slowly, almost casually lifted the pleated brown skirt that had been acting as a drape and laid it up on the semi-reclined student's bare tummy. The brown pleated material folded across the teen's groin forming a sort of narrow roof over her glistening pink gash. The hot humid air, fragrant with her arousal, wafted up to Marilyn's nose causing her to close her eyes and inhale deeply.

When Nurse Watson opened her eyes she surveyed the delicate and possibly not fully developed folds. She followed the puffy looking lips up to where they joined into a plump cone of flesh. As she salivated looking at the delectable crevice dribbling clear juice Marilyn almost forgot what she was supposed to be looking for or at.

The urge to plunge her tongue into the weeping honey pot was so powerful that it took all of her nursing experience and professional resolve to resist. Emma was laying back against the leather sofa willing the opposite to happen.

Even from where she was sitting at the opposite end of the couch Sarah caught some of the aroma. Digging her heels into the seat cushion so she could raise her tush she stripped the cotton little girl panties down and over her feet. Reaching under the school kilt her fingers mashed into her swollen mushy vulva and she sighed in relief now that she was finally able to directly message her need.

"I'm going to need to touch you honey... is that okay?" Marilyn asked as she began sliding her hands up the girl's widely spread inner thighs.

'Is that okay... IS THAT OKAY?" Emma's brain screamed but all that came out was an affirmative sounding groan.

The kneeling older woman noticed the slippery substance coating the teen's upper thighs and concluded that it was transference from the crotch of her panties when she'd pulled them off. When she reached the hot plumpness of the swollen outer lips and felt the damp orange curls under her thumbs her newly pierced young friend twitched and moaned.

'Merry Christmas to me,' the kneeling nurse celebrated.

Pulling up and out on the fat outer labia the inner lips parted looking like they'd been shaved from a rare prime rib roast. Marilyn focused on the conical flap at the top and decided that it was not only large enough to take a piecing but well above average in girth and length. The retraction she was applying with her thumbs was soon rewarded when the teen's pearly nubbin emerged from its hiding place under the flap. About the size of a pink navy bean the little glans stood out and was pointing at her when its cover was pulled away.

Emma's hips jerked a couple of times accompanied by deep grunts. The girl laid out on the arm of the couch looked down at the cinnamon haired woman examining her genitalia and wanted to scream but she bit her lip instead.

There were sloshy sloppy sounds coming from nearby that were punctuated by sharp little chirps. Emma turned her head and saw her girlfriend rubbing her pussy furiously. Sarah was watching the nurse between her older friend's legs and didn't realize that she'd attracted anyone's attention.

When the curly headed younger girl brought her diddling hand to her mouth to taste her juices, Emma saw the bright pink of Sarah's engorged vulva and was suddenly overcome by the need to taste it.

The tween had slid down off the armrest and was sitting on the seat cushions with her back up against the arm. The soles of her feet were nearly together making her knees bend and thighs spread wide.

Emma leaned toward the irresistible little quim and descended sideways, her fall slowed by pressing herself against the backrest of the sofa. A moment later her face was inches from her girlfriend's cookie and she was inhaling the sweet fragrance so similar yet so different from her own.

Marilyn's target was moving. The older woman followed the corkscrew motion of the fourteen year old's hips keeping her eyes on the prize.

Emma fastened her mouth on Sarah's sex and began licking and sucking. At the same time Marilyn abandoned all pretence of inspecting the teenager's vulva for piercing potential and dove in.

The teen's vulva had rotated and was lower now that Emma was lying on her side on the couch. Marilyn found her head resting on the silky smoothness of the teen's lower left thigh while Emma's right leg pressed down on the upper side of her head. Devouring the teenaged snatch in the inverted position the prominent clit was on her chin and her nose was inches from the tightly puckered pink ring between the girl's butt cheeks.

Sarah had seen the movement but couldn't figure out exactly what was happening. Even when she felt the silky wavy hair on her inner thighs she was thrilled but unprepared for the intensity of the sensations that rocketed through her when Emma began sucking on her. She screamed and went into convulsions as her high school friend devoured her. Twisting and writhing her upper body wound up hanging off the sofa.

It was a relief to get off her knees. Marilyn kicked her legs out from underneath her and got onto her right side parallel and inverted to the teen on the couch. She was so absorbed in devouring the young kitty that her lower body responded to Sarah's attempts to pull her lounging suit pants down autonomically. The nurse twisted her hips and raised them off the floor without thinking or planning.

Hanging off the side of the couch with waves of electric pleasure streaming from between her legs Sarah was amazed that she had the focus to get the older woman's pants off. She would have liked to visually explore the thick interfolded labia that her mentor had so effectively displayed in the training session. The last time she'd had an opportunity to look between the nurse's legs the mature vulva had been up on a barstool and nearly ten feet away, while she and Megan were copying the stroking techniques Missus Watson was demonstrating.

Now the streaming womanhood was inches away, almost too close to get a good look and anyway there was no time. The blonde private school senior could feel the pressure building in her abdomen as her high school freshman girlfriend gave her her first tongue lashing—explosion was immanent. The youngest member of the trio buried her face in the oldest member's slick mushy sex and went nuts.

For Emma the stimulation was like a symphony. Her friend's hot gooey snatch pressed against her mouth while the nurse expertly probed and explored her pelvic floor was accompanied by those scintillating sucking slurping sounds, like the ones she'd heard in her sister's dorm room. In the end the teenager thought that it was recognizing the moans and the grunts of her partners over the sloppy wet sounds that catapulted her over the edge.

Her thighs clamped shut on the older woman's head and she reached down to grab handfuls of the nurse's wavy brown hair.

Marilyn recognized the warning signs when the girl's hips began to rock rapidly back and forth and thought she was ready for the eruption but she was wrong. When the hot tsunami enveloped the high schooler she sucked hard on the blonde friend's cookie pulling most of the maturing twelve year old's lightly furred vulva into her mouth while sticking her tongue out and wiggling it against the younger girl's pleasure center.

Sarah felt the explosion in her belly and every nerve in her body caught fire at once. Jerking and shaking she was amazed at how the nurse's full lips virtually filled her mouth when she copied the sucking action Emma was performing on her.

Marilyn was not prepared for the younger girl's change in tactics. Before she even realized it was about to happen she was soaring off the cliff with her young playmates. All of the loud orgasmic vocalizations were muted by full mouths and their convulsions made each of them suck harder and probe deeper with their tongues which sent them higher spinning out of control in the ecstasy.

The gasping and moaning that followed as they each rolled away from the spent cunt they'd been sucking and tonguing was partly due to a need for oxygen to prevent unconsciousness.

Marilyn slipped from between Emma's legs as she felt Sarah rotate her upper body back up on the couch. Sitting on the floor she thought it was adorable how the redhead snuggled into her smaller younger friend.

The girls hadn't moved when Marilyn returned with the cotton swab. She wetted the tip in her mouth before spreading Emma's vulva again. The teenager twitched and jerked at the invasion but was pressed against Sarah and couldn't really go anywhere.

Holding the slippery teenaged pussy open with her fingers Nurse Watson took note that the girl's clit had receded back up under its protective cover. Using her thumb she lifted the crinkly end of the high schooler's prepuce and was pleased when she saw that the miniature jelly bean she exposed had not completely deflated. Inserting the moistened tip of the swab between the girl's semi-erect clit and the hood she was holding open with her thumb caused the redhead to dig her feet into the sofa and try to scramble away from the incredible sensation. The cotton tip virtually disappeared under the flap of skin, then Marilyn withdrew it and stuck it back in her mouth savoring the tiny bit of sweetness the probe had collected.

The unexpected bizarre intrusion was over in seconds. Emma looked up at the older woman with the Q-Tip dangling from her lips in shocked wonder.

"You should ask for a vertical piercing," Marilyn informed the red-haired teen, having seen that the youngster's clitoral glans did fully retract and that there was room for the piercing receiving tube to be inserted between the hood and the clit itself.

Marilyn walked away toward the washroom just as Sarah asked dreamily,

"Are you really going to do it?"

"I'm going to convince my parents to let me go to Charleston with Marissa when she goes back to school after the holidays, so I can go shopping with my Christmas money."

"Merry Christmas to me!" she added with a giggle.

"The hard part's going to be explaining how I spent all the money and don't have anything that I can show them... I'll have to work on that," the older girl confirmed her intentions in the same dreamy detached voice that Sarah used to ask the question.

"Sarah, I just saw your parents drive up the street," Marilyn announced from the doorway. "You two better get home before they come looking for you."

The nurse watched the teen and the tween dress with mixed emotions.

Escorting the still somewhat dazed looking young women to the door she patted Emma on the bum and said,

"I want you to come back and let me inspect the work."

The older girl nodded wide eyed and left with her little blonde companion.

Marilyn returned to her kitchen. As she put the casserole in the oven a vision of Nancy McLean flashed simultaneously through her mind and her pussy.

Author's note: I did some research on vulval piercings but please don't take any of the information in this story as advice. I'm not at all into body modification but I have to admit that the process is very erotic to me. If you've had the nerve to have this done I'd love to hear about your experience.