I’m so glad!

Ff, 1^st, anal

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I’m so glad! I got my first job!

I am a nurse student and I was appointed to an internship at a school for girls, as an assistant to the infirmary nurse. Our job is to assist the school’s doctor do physical checks every semester and to tend to the girls cuts, bruises, headaches and the like. It’s not hard work and it leaves me plenty of time to study while I earn a little money.

The school is a private upscale school for girls and some of the older ones are quite gorgeous! I think I will love when the doctor comes to do the physical checks next month…

I noticed we have a new nurse today. She is called Nurse di Filippo but she asked us to call her Nurse Chris. She is not a real nurse, but a last-year nurse student. She will help Nurse Maria.

She is quite young, probably 22 or 23 and very beautiful. I don’t know why but her beauty bothers me! I feel strange when I see her.

The girls are wonderful. They have been really warm in welcoming me to the school. Nurse Maria is so much older that they seem to like my presence. They come to the infirmary at every pretext, mainly to chat.

Some of them are real beauties and I must take care of myself.

Yesterday I had a long chat with Nurse Chris about the relative advantages of pads and tampons. The intimate nature of the conversation made me so excited (she explained to me how she inserts a tampon when she is using them) that before going to bed I masturbated thinking about her. That was when I felt a very sore point in my outer pussy labia. It was like a pimple, but hard and without a yellow head.

This morning it was bigger, more painful and the yellow head was forming. I think I will go to the infirmary during intermission to have it examined.

I hope Nurse Maria will be there. I cannot imagine showing my pussy to Nurse Chris.

During intermission this gorgeous girl comes to the infirmary and asks for Nurse Maria.

“She isn’t in today.  She has got the flu. Can I help you”?

The girl seemed confused and ashamed. I asked her name.

“My name’s Linda”

“How old are you?”

“I will be 15 next month”

I smiled. This is the only age when a woman wants to be older than she actually is.

“And what’s troubling you Linda”?

“Oh… I don’t know!”

I smiled. “If you don’t know it’ll be difficult for me to help you, right”?

Oh! Where did I get myself into? Now I would have to tell this goddess that I have a pimple in my pussy and she will want to look at it. I will die of shame.

“It’s probably nothing. I’ve a pimple that’s bothering me”.

She looks at my face, searching for it: “Where is it dear”?

“Well, that’s the problem. It’s on an intimate part”.

I was taken by surprise.

“What do you mean by an intimate part Linda”?

The girl blushed and squirmed, saying in almost inaudible voice: “Around my vagina”.

I was surprised again. What should I do? Where was Nurse Maria when I most needed her?

“Do you want me to have a look at it”?

I knew it! Where is Nurse Maria for god’s sake?

“Do you want to … look at it”?

“If you want me to help you, yes. Unless you want to wait until tomorrow and talk to Nurse Maria”.

Well, no point in procrastinating now. “What do you want me to do”?

“Please lie on the examination table”

“Could you please lock the door? I don’t want any of the girls coming in just now”.

She locked the door and when she came back, I was already lying on the table. She approached and caressed my hand, asking “May I look”?

Linda was mortified but raised her skirt and started showing me her “intimate parts”. A sparse bush of brown hairs crowned her beautiful pink pussy. I held my breath. She pushed her panties down to her knees but I said, “Let’s take them out altogether”. I then removed her shoes and her panties. “Show me where the sore spot is, please Linda”.

She opened her pussy and showed me the spot. I made a huge effort to remain professional.

It looked like a real big pimple. If I tried to pop it (which I was not sure I should) she would be in great pain. I told Linda so and said, “I will touch around it and you tell me if the pain is bearable before I try and pop this thing”.

Oh my! She is going to touch my pussy! I hope it will be extremely painful otherwise, I may get wet. I will commit suicide if she notices.

“Please, do it gently. It is so sore”

She smiled and caressed my forehead, saying, “Don’t worry. If you feel pain I will stop immediately”

She then put surgical gloves on and asked me to move my bottom nearer to the edge of the table. She pulled a chair and sat between my legs. Oh boy! Was I in shame!

She started touching around the pimple. Initially she pressed on the outer side asking, “Is it sore”?

As I replied “A little”, she used her left hand to open my pussy up and touch the inner side. In spite of the pain, having those angelic hands touch my pussy was too much. She did it slowly and continuously until I started to feel my pussy moisten and, in order to distract her, I cried “Oh! It is painful”.

Linda’s cry woke me from my reverie. I was looking at that beautiful pink pussy when I noticed it was getting wetter and her clit was coming out of its hood. She smelled that delicious aroma of a girl in heat.

“I’m sorry! Did I hurt you”?

“A little” she cried.

“Well Linda, I believe it is an ingrown hair. I’d not like to try anything just now. I suggest you show it to Nurse Maria tomorrow. Or better, show it to your Mom and she will decide whether she will take you to the Doctor”.

My mom is a busy executive (she and my dad are divorced) and had to travel that day. She told me that if it were unbearably painful, we would go to a hospital. Otherwise, I should go to the school doctor in the morning.

The next morning Nurse Maria hadn’t come to work either. Linda came in and asked if the doctor was coming, which she was.

When the doctor arrived, I called Linda. The doctor examined it, said that my impression was right and it was an ingrown hair. She then went on to a quick medical procedure in which she removed the hair, drained and cleaned the pimple.

Linda went bravely through the procedure, and I held her hand all the time.

The doctor then rummaged her satchel and gave me a small tube. “Apply it over the spot, with a gentle massage, twice a day for two days”. She seemed to be in a hurry and left.

Well, I don’t suppose Linda would need me to apply the cream, but… the doctor told ME to do it.

Oh, it was painful! But as soon as the doctor drained it, the pain started to subside.

When the doctor left, Nurse Chris took position in front of the bed and started to apply the cream as directed by the doctor.

Having her touch my pussy was painful, but delicious. She spread my labia so that she could apply the cream on the inside, and I started to breathe heavily. She must have seen that my pussy was moist and that my clit was growing.

Although fearing some reproach, I relaxed and enjoyed the moment. I did not have an orgasm, but oh! I got dangerously near to!

Linda spread her legs and welcomed my gloved finger in her pussy. As soon as I started to apply the cream, I noticed her pussy got wet (to the point of some visible drops forming) and her delightful clit became as big as a peanut.

I applied the cream on the outside then opened her labia with my left hand and applied on the inside. She started to pant, with her eyes closed. I extended the application much longer than I should, but forced myself to stop before provoking an orgasm.

“OK young lady. It’s over for now. Come back at the end of the day”.

When she rose from the bed, her face was flushed, and she seemed rather embarrassed. I smiled at her and said, “You did great”.

Oh! I hope Nurse Chris did not notice how much I enjoyed the experience. What did she mean by I did great?

And I have to come back in the afternoon. Jeez, will I be able to disguise my feelings? Will I do great again? This can be soooo embarrassing!

End of day and Linda returns for a second application. If I had any sense, I would give her the tube and say, “Help yourself”. The trouble was I did not have any sense.

The procedure went the same as in the morning, with the same reactions from Linda. She became wet and I did too. The smell of her heat was inebriating.

When I finished, she got dressed and asked “What about tomorrow”? I frowned and asked back “Tomorrow”? She said, “Tomorrow is Saturday”.

“Oh, Saturday. Better you take this tube with you then”, and extended my arm to give it to her.

“Aren’t you coming tomorrow”? she asked. “No sweetie. Not on Saturday. Can’t you apply the cream yourself”?

She blushed and replied coyly “I don’t know if I know how”,

“Well, if you want me to help, you can come to my house tomorrow morning”.

Jeez, what have I done? I sort of asked her to invite me. What do I do now?

Let us think: I have the impression that she enjoyed applying the cream as much as I did. Why not go and let her do it again?

“OK, give me your address and I will be there at 10, ok”?

The hours until the next morning wouldn’t pass. I masturbated twice before going to bed.

I woke up early, showered for 15 minutes and got myself clean and perfumed. I put on shorts, a t-shirt over a cotton top (I don’t have breasts that really require a bra yet) and went down for breakfast.

My mother noticed something odd in me and asked, “aren’t we cheerful today”? Thank goodness, she didn’t ask me where I was going.

I took the bus to Nurse Chris’ house. She lives with her parents but has an independent apartment, with its own independent entrance.

Nurse Chris was wearing shorts and t-shirt, like I was. She was not wearing a bra. Oh my, did she have nice firm breasts!

She embraced me (I loved being pressed against her breasts) and kissed my face. She smelled of lavender.

Linda arrived, beautiful, perfumed with her coy smile. I had been anticipating her arrival since yesterday.

We embraced and kissed and I pressed my breasts against her body. I have the distinct sensation that she shivered.

We went to the kitchen shared a coke (from the same bottle). She loved my apartment and wanted to see it all. We ended in my bedroom, which I tidied specially for her.

I started talking about boyfriends (she had never had one). She asked if I had, and I said yes. The questions became more intimate until I decided to change subjects. I had learned she had no sexual experience at all.

“Let us do it, then”?

Only when Nurse Chris wanted to “do it” did I realize that the way I was dressed, I would have to strip naked from the waist down. I was a bit lost on how to proceed, but she said, “Let me help you” and proceeded to unbutton and lower my shorts, then carefully lower my panties.

I was already wet and feared that I had somehow wetted the panties.

I lied on the bed and she asked me “Have you been feeling well? No fever”?

I said I was well but she replied, “Let me take your temperature?” I said OK and was in for a great surprise. She put her gloves on, took a thermometer, dipped it in a jar with some kind of jelly, raised my legs, opened my bum and stuck the thermometer in. It was all done in a flash, and I only reacted after she had done it: “What…!?”

“It is the most precise way to take tour temperature, sweetie. Did I hurt you”?

The thermometer was rather small, thinner than a pencil, but having it up my ass, with my legs raised and with Nurse Chris, looking made me crimson with shame… and with desire. “No you didn’t. I was just surprised”.

We kept there for a minute or two, with Nurse Chris looking at my private parts while holding the thermometer in place. I had the distinct feeling she was sort of moving it in and out.

I was extremely horny. The humiliating position, the exposure of my pussy, the penetration (and massaging) of my ass was too much. My pussy was flooded. I felt my pussy syrup coming out and running towards my ass. I am sure Nurse Chris noticed it because she was looking at my ass while holding the thermometer.

Oh! This girl is coming with the thermometer in her bum. When I took her panties off there was a wet stain on it. Now, look how wet she is! This is delicious. I must give her the release she is looking for.

I took the thermometer out (she made a kind of “ooooh” sound) and read it. “No fever. That is good”

I then spread some of the doctor’s cream on my finger and started to massage her labia. She was already very aroused when I started so it didn’t take long before she started to squirm and pant.

“Is it painful, sweetie”? To which she replied in a moan “No, it’s good”.

Did I say it is good? What will she think? I don’t think I will hold my orgasm if she continues to do that, but I don’t want her to stop.

Oh my, it is coming. Oh my. It is.

…..

Jeez, I had a most fantastic orgasm on Nurse Chris’ finger. Am I ashamed? What will she think of me, now?

I just made her come! And come she did!

“You enjoyed that, didn’t you?”

“Oh Nurse, I am so ashamed”

“Ashamed of what? Was it good”?

“I shouldn’t react like this on a medical procedure. With a girl, on top of that. I am very ashamed.”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. It is just a natural reaction. Don’t you masturbate”?

What kind of question is this? Am I not sufficiently in shame?

“Occasionally” I whispered.

“How often”?

She is pushing.

“Tell me, every day”?

“Yes”

“And is it always this intense”?

“Oh no, this was special”

“So you enjoyed it”?

She is going to make me confess: “Yes, I did”.

It wasn’t any surprise but I decided to torture her a little further, “Do you know what I think”?

“Huh”?

“I think you enjoyed it since the first time you sowed your pimp to me and more so when I applied the cream over it yesterday. Am I right”?

She blushed, stammered and admitted “Yes”. She was very embarrassed but at the same time very horny.

“Did you ever come with a boy touching your pussy?”

The questions she would ask! I was feeling sooo embarrassed.

“No, never. As I said, I have not had any boyfriends. And, if I had, I would not let him touch me there”.

She then looks me in the eye and asks “and with a girl?”

What is the reddest color beyond crimson? My face was on fire. “No, never”.

She took my hand, kissed it and said: “Why are you so embarrassed? Isn’t this a pleasant experience?”

I was at a loss for words. It was the most pleasant experience I had had since I started masturbating, but I would not confess it. Or would I?

“It is pleasant. I didn’t know it could be that pleasant. It is just that it is too much all of a sudden.”

What a delightful little thing. I lied on the bed beside her and embraced her. I kissed her forehead, her eyes and her lips and asked, “Have you masturbated thinking of me?”

She looked at me, with desire in her eyes and said “yes”.

“What did you think of?”

“Oh! I imagined… how will I say it… I imagined… you touching me”

“Which I did”

“Yes, you did”

I started to caress her face, her neck, her shoulders and her breasts. They were small but her nipples were erect. I started to press them between my fingers and asked softly in her ear, “Do you like that?”

I didn’t like it. I loved it. I was getting wet all over again. “I do”

She gently removed my t-shirt and top and I was naked on her arms. She kissed my breasts and nibbled at the nipples.

“You have delightful breasts”

I loved to hear that “No. They are too small. Yours are delightful.”

She asked, “Do you think so?” and proceeded to remove her t-shirt.

I was now lying by her side, with my head resting on her breasts. “Do you really like them?”

“Yes”

“Do you want to touch them?”

“Yes” I said perhaps a little too eagerly.

She took my hand and put it over her breast. “Play with my nipples as I just did with yours.” I couldn’t believe my ears. She wanted me to play with her breasts?

We stayed like that for a long while, caressing each other breasts and kissing. French kissing.

Oh, this is delicious. Let step it up a little! I subtly undid the button of my shorts. T took her hand and started to make her caress my belly, slowly progressing southwards.

When we got to my shorts, I led our hands under the elastic band of my panties and made her caress my fur. I looked her in the eye and asked, “Do you want to touch me the way I touched you?’

How could I refuse? Her pussy hairs were so soft, and now she wanted me to touch it all? She kissed me in the lips and caressed my breasts while I timidly explored her pussy.

It was very wet and she started to breathe heavily. “Put your finger in me, please”

The trouble with lack of experience is that you do dumb things. While searching for her pussy entry my finger went too low, and I touched her asshole by mistake. When I noticed that, I withdrew my hand and apologized “I am sorry, I didn’t get it right”

She smiled at me, removed her shorts and panties, got hold of my hand, took it back and guided my index finger into her pussy. I was in heaven.  She was wet for me.

Linda was trembling with excitement. I whispered, “Switch to your thumb in now”. She put her thumb in my pussy. It was enormously erotic being masturbated by this teen nymph.

“Wet the index and stick it in my bum like you tried to do before, while you masturbate my clit with your thumb.”

“I did not to try to put it in your bum. It was an accident.”

“Just do it sweetie. I would love you to”

She wanted me to penetrate her asshole! How erotic could this become?

I did as told. It was fantastic how different the two holes felt. I was playing with her ass and pussy simultaneously. Suddenly, she started to buckle and pant and wetted my hand as she came. It was… intense.

“Thanks sweetie. I needed that since I first saw your pussy the other day”

My pussy excited her! Oh well!

She cuddled me and kissed me as she tried to recover her breath.

This girl is fantastic. I will have to take her a step further.

“Did you enjoy sticking your finger in my bum?”

“Yes, it was exciting”

“You liked it more or less than when I stuck the thermometer up your bum?”

Giggles. “I don’t know”

“But you liked it when I did?”

“I was taken by surprise, but enjoyed it, especially when you started toing and froing with the thermometer”

Well, I think she was ready for the next step quicker than I would have anticipated.

Nurse Chris got up, rummaged through a drawer and came back with what seemed a lipstick, approximately 6 inches long.

She knelt between my feet and started to lick my legs, from the feet up. When she reached my knees I was in heaven, and she kept coming. At mid-thigh, she raised her head, looked me in the eye and asked, “Do you want me to lick your pussy?”

I nodded and she said, “You will have to ask”

“Please Nurse, lick me. I cannot endure this”.

She then opened my legs in the most indecent way and placed a pillow below my ass. In sequence, she dipped the lipstick-like thing in the same jelly she used for the thermometer and gently, with tenderness, pushed it inside my ass.

“Does that feel good, sweetie?”

She was totally under my power. I had the small dildo in her ass and her pussy completely open for my tasting.

I started licking her pussy, the outside first, then putting my tongue in her hole (it tasted like nectar, lots of nectar) and eventually got to her engorged clit. Only then did I switch on the dildo’s vibrating button.

I was not prepared for what happened. It was like I had poked a volcano. She literally erupted. She screamed, “I’m cumming” from the top of her lungs. I imagine she was heard by my parents in the main house (don’t worry! They are aware of my eclectic tastes).

It was one of the most phenomenal orgasms I ever witnessed.

Until that day, all I knew about sex and orgasms was self-induced. Then Nurse Chris opened the gates of paradise to me.

I never thought I could come so intensely. I screamed a lot.

When I recovered my breath, she embraced me and lied on top of me. While she kissed me, she rubbed her clit against my thigh until she came again. I was too spent to follow.

We had a bath together and I sent her home before her mum came looking for her.

I just think her treatment will require many more sessions.