PREFACE:
Vice Principal Emily Miller's sexual awakening begins in `School Nurse's Delight' part 5. You can read about her adventures with Annie, Melanie and Nurse Crawford there. See if you notice the mention of characters from any other of my story lines. I'm thinking of running a contest to see who's first to correctly connect characters to other stories. I just can't figure out what the prize would be.
I'm always glad to hear your comments and criticism.
Emily Miller guided her champagne colored Lexus through the familiar streets toward her home. For the second time that week she arrived in her bedroom with her undergarments in her briefcase. She tossed the soiled panties and pantyhose still clumped together in the clothes hamper and collapsed on her bed with her forearm over her eyes. She simply could not come to grips with the change in her fifty two year old life. In less than seventy two hours she'd gone from a self satisfied, asexual high school vice Principal to a wanton insatiable lesbian. The metamorphosis had been too monumental and too fast. She tried to cast her mind back to a time before she'd over heard the two students having lesbian sex in the nurse's office. It wasn't long ago according to the clock but it was centuries in the school administrator's mind. No, there was no going back. `Just hearing Melanie say suck my clit cannot be the cause of all or this' the forlorn woman agonized.
Emily reflected on the meetings she'd had with the two teenaged girls, who by some self-serving logic were responsible for her altered state. Those nymphs played me like a violin' she conceded. Both young women had exposed just enough of their nubile bodies to set the VPs blood boiling; but why? Why had the mere sight of Melanie's breasts and Annie's pussy had such an impact? It was a conundrum. You need help lady!' the tortured woman acknowledged. `I'm going to get it! Tomorrow I'll see doctor Peters and tell him the problem... Well maybe not the whole thing, but enough to get referred to a psychologist or a psychiatrist; somebody who can help me understand what the hell is happening to me.'
Oh dear God, then there was Nurse Crawford this afternoon' the wretched woman lamented. She knew I was vulnerable and she took advantage' Emily concluded, remembering the mutual cunnilingus in the nurse's office just hours ago. `But the pleasure! The pure bliss Mary gave me I'd do it again in a second'. The memory had already started the feeling in her lower abdomen that she couldn't recall experiencing before Tuesday night. The feeling that grew and got hotter until it enveloped her whole pelvis; the feeling that turned to a tingling between her legs and a pinching in her nipples; the feeling that eventually shut out all reason and demanded satisfaction at any cost. THAT feeling!
She forced the thought out of her mind, `think about something else' she commanded herself. Dragging herself off the bed she went to the kitchen and began to prepare dinner. Food preparation was sufficiently engaging to keep the monster at bay. As she ate her nicely seasoned stir fry she began to formulate how she would address her concern with the doctor tomorrow. That troubling puzzle carried her through the evening and continued to revolve when she drifted into a restless sleep.
Emily rehearsed a hundred combinations of words over breakfast on Friday morning. The ones that were comfortable to say were much too vague. The phrases she had a problem imagining saying to a doctor, she'd yet to meet, were more likely to get her the help she was after. `You're goin' to have to swallow your pride and tell it like it is' she determined by the end of the morning.
When the three fifteen bell rang she shut down her computer and headed for the parking lot through the throng of students milling around. "Hi miz Miller" Emily turned toward the voice calling the greeting. There were Annie and Melanie standing with another slightly smaller girl. All three were smiling at her. She could have had any one of a half dozen reactions to the greeting. The one that materialized was a sexual charge. The pulse in her womanhood shocked her but she thought she covered well returning the smile.
"Good afternoon ladies" she responded without breaking stride. Their talking about me' she reasoned. Then with a confidence that had been somewhat shaken in the last couple of days; I hope they're saying nice things' the vague shadow in the back of her mind about what the girls might be saying caused her sex to twitch again.
Jennifer, Dr. Peters' nurse, was even prettier than she sounded on the phone, not to mention younger. `If I saw her walking in the school I wouldn't even be sure she was a senior'. "If you'll follow me, please." The young woman in the pink scrubs said as she picked up a file from the counter and started toward the back of the suite. Emily dutifully followed. Flipping open the door of an examination room the cute nurse said "have a seat the doctor won't be long." The high school vice Principal entered the room with a tense sounding
"Thank you" sensing the woman's unease Jennifer put her hand on Emily's upper arm and said
"Relax, trust me it won't be so bad." Emily wished the words carried greater weight with her nerves. She sat in the chair beside the small desk and glanced around the room. She didn't know for sure if she had been in this particular one when Dr. Griffin was still practicing but they were all pretty much the same. She had grown sort of accustomed to her pubic coiffure but now sitting in the doctor's office on the vinyl chair looking at the stirrups ominously sticking out of the end of the examination table she once again became very aware of its baldness. She hoped the pinches she'd felt in her pussy on seeing her teenaged tormentors had not generated any unusual moisture down there. `Could it get any more embarrassing?'
Emily was no movie buff, not even much of a fan but she would have sworn the woman who just opened the door was Angelina Jolie. The face was so iconic you could not stand in a supermarket check out without seeing it. The woman properly attired in a crisp white coat entered quickly, closed the door behind her and turned back with her hand extended "Hi I'm Doctor Peters." `Why did it never occur to me that doctor Peters could be a woman' Emily was speechless. She half rose from her chair and accepted the hand being offered. Both women were surprised at the firmness of the other's handshake. The doctor took her place in the desk chair. "So how have you been?" Cynthia Peters asked scanning the file open on the desk. That in Emily's view was a loaded question.
"In general I've been very well. I've had some changes lately that I'd like to discuss."
"And what might they be?" the doctor asked looking up from the desk top. `Here we go, you can't chicken out now!'
"Well they're concerned with sexual response." Emily was pleasantly surprised at how easily the words came out. The Doctor's eyes returned to the chart.
"You're fifty two years old; correct?"
"That's right."
"Are you still menstruating?"
"Yes, yes I am." Emily hadn't anticipated the question but recognized that it was very valid. `I've never even thought about menopause' she realized.
"So what are the changes that are concerning you?" Cynthia asked looking her patient in the face if not in the eye.
"It'll probably come as a surprise but I have recently experienced a huge increase in libido."
"So would you say your libido was OK before this increase?" the doctor probed
"Frankly I don't think I had one." The school administrator replied thinking `now we're going to get to the tricky part'
"Do you have any idea what might have caused this rise in sexual desire?" Cynthia was looking at her patient quite differently now. `She looks wonderful for her age. She would have no trouble passing for ten years younger, maybe more. She has a high firm looking bust, not large but probably on the high end of average; legs look trim and fit. The only thing giving her away is the graying hair. That's easy to fix if she wants to. Quite an attractive package all in all.'
As the good doctor was scanning her, Emily was struggling to formulate a reply. Well ya see Doctor I over heard these two students munching each other's pussy, so I went home and diddled myself to climax for the first time in about thirty years. Then the next day I confronted them and after they exposed themselves to me I came right there in my desk chair without even touching myself.' That would be the truth but she knew she couldn't say it. I've been trying to figure out an answer for this all day with no success. What would make you think one is going to come to you now?'
"I sort of have some suspicions... but not really, no, I don't know." She finally said. "I guess I was hoping that an exam would turn up a physical cause if there is one. If not then I suppose I'd need some counseling."
"Alright then, I'll step out while you change into this gown" Dr. Peters said picking up the well washed blue cotton cover up someone had so efficiently laid on the paper cover exam table. "I'm sure you know the drill but things have changed a little since your last visit. Jennifer, my nurse, actually nurse practitioner, does most of the preliminary part of the exam. She reports any findings she thinks need my attention. Then I'll check a few things and then we're done, OK?"
"That's fine" Emily said but it wasn't. She had braced herself to have a man looking at her, touching her, in the most intimate way possible. She hadn't had time to adjust to the idea of the Angelina look alike doing it. As she'd been sitting having the embarrassing conversation with her doctor, she couldn't help giving the attractive woman an appraisal. Dr. Peters' impressive chest was hard to ignore. It made the rest of her body look tiny though it really wasn't that small. When did a fascination with other women's breasts start?' Emily wondered but it really didn't matter it was a fact. It's not just breasts; it's the whole female form that I am suddenly finding erotic.' With her mind wandering in this mine field the vision of Annie's pussy came into her head. Her nipples started tingling and there was a hum beginning in her crotch. To make matters worse now the cute little nurse was apparently going to play a major role in the ordeal.
Jennifer would have fit in perfectly with the trio of students that taunted her as she left school forty minutes ago. By some crazy transposition Emily now envisioned all four of them; Annie, Melanie, Jennifer, and the little one, whose name she didn't know, waving to her as she got into her car. She took the robe from Cynthia's hand, and the dark eyed full lipped physician left the room. The VP took off her jacket, hung it on the clothes tree and began unbuttoning her blouse with shaky fingers.
Outside the door Cynthia leaned against the door post composing herself. Taking liberties with patients was part of her bedside manner. She always managed to stay acutely aware of the responses and increased, decreased, or stopped her sexual touching altogether in concert with them. At least half the time she was able to `get her kicks' without upsetting her victim. Occasionally she got the big reward when the unsuspecting patient really got into it. In truth the doctor found the clandestine touching; the subtle, excusable erotic stimulations during the examination to be the most thrilling part. She had long ago accepted the fact that it was a form of rape. Watching her patient get progressively more excited while usually trying their level best not to be, was Cynthia Peters fetish. For the omni sexual doctor it was extended foreplay that almost always left her in such a state of arousal that she thought she'd explode. The orgasms she had after one of her examination room gropings were mind blowing.
Jennifer approached from the rear of the suite. "You look a little frazzled" the nurse commented when she reached her boss.
"Yeah, well I wasn't expecting this to be a particularly stimulating physical, but I'm changing my mind."
"How so?" the cute `too young looking to be a nurse' woman asked stepping closer to the horny doctor.
"Apparently miz Miller is concerned that she's recently had a sexual rebirth and wants to know what caused it."
"Ooo do I get to do the preliminary?" the nurse asked as she brought her hands up to her bosses evidently erect nipples. Cynthia glanced quickly up and down the hallway and seeing no one allowed Jennifer's skilled hands to provide the attention the large bumps where demanding. The nurse's fingers on her breasts made Dr. Peters knees go weak and the simmering between her legs took a leap toward the boiling point. Her head began to swim as she grabbed the younger woman's hands and pressed them firmly into the ample spongy flesh beneath her blouse and bra effectively stopping the too intense stimulation.
"I told her you were a nurse practitioner, so you'd better pass that course. I don't like lying to patients."
"Oh I'll pass alright!" Jennifer said; her hands squirming in Cindy's grasp. "Do you know who the instructor is?" it was a rhetorical question. "Cattie Smithers!" the nurse said with glee. The very mention of the name was enough to cause a jerk in the doctor's pussy. The doctor and the athletic miz Smithers had met about a year ago at a charity bicycling event run by the hospital. Recollections of their `cool down' exercises were indelibly printed on Cynthia's mind.
"Have you been sucking up to your instructor?" Cindy said in mock consternation.
"What do you think?" Jen replied, finally withdrawing her hands. Then she took a step to the side and tapped on the examination room door. "Are you ready miz Miller?" she called. Hearing the affirmative response the cute little blonde opened the door and shot a wink back over her shoulder as she closed the door behind her.
Emily was shocked out of her contemplation by the knock on the door. She was sitting on the crunchy paper looking down at how short the examination gown was. Standing up, the washed out blue cotton was down to her knees, but sitting it was not much past mid thigh. My legs still look pretty good.' She was trying to concentrate on anything to avoid thinking about the imminent arrival of the young nurse, her bald mons that seemed to get quivery at every stray sexual thought and the examination ordeal itself. I wonder if I am aroused enough for it to be noticeable?' is the question she was pondering when she heard the rap on the door. Jennifer Walker practically bounced across the room. "It's supposed to be a really nice weekend" the nurse speculated making conversation with her evidently nervous patient as she washed her hands.
"Mm hm" was the best closed lip affirmative the high school VP could manage.
For the next couple of minutes nurse Walker looked in Emily's eyes, ears, nose and throat. She then took the stethoscope hanging around her neck, inserted the cool disc between the ties at the back of the gown and put Emily through some breathing exercises. Through out the process Emily looked at the far wall or the ceiling, anywhere but at the young woman doing the examination. When Jennifer stepped away from the table and hung the stethoscope around her neck again she asked very softly "Would you lower your gown for me." It wasn't a surprise but Emily's heart, never the less, skipped a beat as her shaky hands went behind her neck to release the tie. Sitting there with the gown not covering much more than her pelvis she looked at the far wall and felt the coolness of the examination room air on her exposed chest.
Jennifer Walker was obsessed with breasts. It was her fascination with the quintessential female attribute that defined her sexuality. So when her patient lowered her gown, right on cue the nurse's pussy clenched. Standing a little more than arms length from the nearly naked woman on the exam table, she stared openly at the mounds of flesh that invariably sent her heart racing. She was a connoisseur but remarkably had no preferred type or size, she loved them all. So it was with an expert eye that she appraised the objects of her passion. Nice size for her frame, about a B' and almost no sag. That's amazing at her age' all poured through her mind in the first five seconds. Her areolas are smaller than average' the nurse continued to assess not much bigger than two of her small fingers in diameter. The nipples looked like a dented little gumball a top the dark brown circle. The nipple had a gradient to its color. The brown at the base gradually lightened to the point where the very tip was almost pink.
Still staring at the far wall Emily was aware of her young admirer taking a step forward. When the small warm hands contacted the cool feeling outer contours of her boobs she couldn't help but inhale sharply. Her eyes dropped to her chest to add visual identification of the sensation. She felt and watched the pressure pushing the firm flesh up and in toward the middle. It was as if her nipples were being lightly poked with a pin. When her eyes found the face of her assailant a groan escaped her throat. The face she saw was not that of the bubbly young nurse, it was Annie Braun's face! Emily had to close her eyes because the room had begun to spin. Some part of her brain was shrieking `where the hell did that come from' but another part was holding the image of the teenager's face in spite of her eyes being closed. The mental turmoil was not sufficient to drown out the pleasurable sensation of her breasts being squeezed.
"I'll need to be very thorough" Jennifer was saying "you'd be in a high risk group because of your age." She heard the words but was not able to process the thought. On average doctor Griffin's exams had lasted about thirty seconds; and that was for both sides! The vision of lying on her back and having her doctor slip his hands under the gown to perform this procedure now materialized in Emily's mind. This was very different. The prickling sensation in her nipples had changed to a sort of bloated feeling. She knew that they didn't change shape very much the just got a deeper shade of pink and became much, much firmer as the tissue absorbed all the blood it could hold. `I wonder if she knows how hard they are?' the school administrator considered through her rising arousal.
She needn't have wondered. The breast expert had been watching the woman's gumballs' intently since she began her exam'. The only thing more stimulating for Jen than the sight of the whole mammary was watching how different nipples looked as they transitioned from flaccid to erect. There really were no two alike. Well maybe the two on the same chest, but no two sets. Her own tender points had long since come to full attention. When Jennifer's thumbs pressed on the miniature cherries Emily could not stifle the groan. The throbbing in her pussy was becoming intense. Emily felt as though her pussy had been struck very hard by something very soft, like a sock stuffed in the toe of another sock.
Next door in her office doctor Peters visualized the examination her nurse was performing. Cupping her ample breasts she pulled on the tips that were urgently trying to fight their way out of her blouse and bra. Her womanhood throbbed its need for attention, but she would not touch it; not yet. In the examination room the cute little nurse was laying her patient down. Emily's body was tingling as her examiner swung her legs up onto the crunchy paper. Jennifer squeezed her eyes closed and open several times in an effort to clear her clouded vision. Her vulva ached and the crotch of her pink scrubs was now three shades darker. She knew that one touch and she'd be turned into a writhing mass on the floor but with super human restraint she willed her shaky hands to do their nursing duties. She was trying to learn from her boss and mentor and restrain the urge to rush the climax but her arousal was so intense that she wondered if she could actually hold it back and retain consciousness at the same time. Moving very carefully so that her saturated thong did not further stimulate her reverberating sex she managed to get Emily stretched out on the examination table and place the aroused woman's heels in the stirrups. The VP was aware that she was being moved but the flood of sensations coursing through her body was like a thick veil over everything. She felt the movement but it was muted and seemed somehow distant.
Jennifer was pleased with herself and felt she had gained the upper hand on her excitement. The pressure and throbbing from down below was still there but she no longer felt as though she would cum any second. Refocusing on her task she retrieved the speculum from the drawer. Applying the lubricating gel according to procedure to the paddles the nurse had to smile. It was obvious from her patient's magnificently presented vulva that additional lubrication was not required. Sitting down on the low examination stool Jen felt her own wetness squishing all over her pudendum. She inhaled deeply of their mingled scents before warning her patient of the imminent invasion "Just relax for me honey I know this is usually the worst part." Emily didn't think she could be more relaxed but when the cool metal contacted her burning lips she twitched. The nurse, from experience, waited for the involuntary movement to subside before wiggling the diabolical instrument between her patient's labia. Emily was disappointed as the intrusion brought her back to the here and now. The unique sensation of the tool being inserted up to the hilt felt different than it ever had before. Of course it did. Normally while this procedure was being performed old doctor Griffin would be asking her about her vacation plans or about some earlier mentioned situation at school to distract her and obviously she'd never had the thing shoved up her when she felt so swollen.
Nurse Walker performed the Pap smear quickly. Emily was surprised as the speculum was collapsing that the pressure had actually felt kind of good. She was amazed at the empty feeling left behind by the departed steel spreader. Jennifer had wheeled away to place the instrument on the counter when the door opened. Emily let her head roll to the side at the sound and the nurse also looked up as the Angelina look alike doctor said "Are you ready for me?"