A Note From The Nurse

Blake Blossom's got that party itch and she's gonna lie her way out of class. Straight to the nurse's office, butter Candice Dare up, bag a sick note, and she is gone. But Candice's already grinning like she knows every trick in the book. First real curveball: the full exam. Mouth, ears, neck, the works. Blake’s still selling the "something hurts" story when she blurts out the vagina line, praying the nurse will chicken out. Candice smirks. "Let's take a look." Fingers part slick, pink lips, probe, press, nothing wrong at all. Candice straightens, crosses her arms. "So you're full of shit. Straight to the principal then." Panic hits fast. Blake blurts that the real reason she came was to get close to Candice, that she has a thing for her. Candice licks her teeth, steps in closer. "Good," she says, "because I've been wanting to fuck you since you walked in." No hesitation. Mouths crash. Candy-apple tongues, greedy hands under uniform tops, squeezing warm tits, thumbs flicking stiff nipples. Blake’s skirt hikes, Candice shoves two fingers straight up her cunt, pumping, thumb circling her clit while Blake whimpers and grinds back. They trade fingers, pussies wet, messy, greedy. Candice pins her on the exam table, shoves her tongue in deep, sucks on her clit until Blake shakes and creams all over her face. Blake repays by tugging Candice’s scrubs down, burying her tongue between soaked folds, lapping and finger-fucking till Candice gushes on her knuckles. Bell’s still ringing, Blake’s lipstick is smeared on the nurse’s thigh, and they’re both grinning like a couple of horny idiots who just found the fastest way to skip class.