My name is John, I was a senior in high school, I just turned 18. I was on the wrestling team, and I wrestled 185. This is a true story.
I'm 6'2", with big shoulders, a large chest from lots of weight lifting, and long legs, big feet and big hands. And yes, my cock is pretty big also; at least that's what the school nurse told me.
One night I was thrown off the mats by the school heavyweight, who outweighed me by sixty pounds. Ouch! I hit the bleachers right on my thigh, and damn it, it hurt. I limped around, trying to shake it off, but I couldn't stop thepain. Coach sent me to the school nurse, I hobbled down the hall.
Nurse Hastings is a goddess, I really didn't mind seeing her. Nurse Hastings was in her mid-twenties and built like a proverbial brick shit house. Her large breasts gave most of us guys instant hard-ons when we saw her. Her breasts, even though obviously encased by a bra, swayed inside her blouse.
She also had a very thin waist and athletic looking hips. If we were lucky, her large, dark nipples were visible and were incredibly sexy. She had dark hair, down to her shoulders; her Italian heritage gave her dark skin as well. She stood about 5'4" and probably weighed about 110 to about 120 pounds. She didn't wear a wedding ring, so she was considered fair game, but she was so much older than us, so nobody gave her a serious chance of being available.
I knocked on the door to her office, and she called for me to enter. She came out of the back office to meet me, asking me what was wrong. I explained to her what had happened, and a look of concern crossed her face. I was still dressed in my shorts, kneepads down around my ankles and a t-shirt. She told me to take a seat on the edge of an examination table. I complied, and she pulled a metal stool in front of me.
"Does this hurt?" she asked as she pressed her hand against my thigh.
"Only a little, the place where it really hurts is right here," I said, showing her the place, right below my left hipbone.
She palpated the area, noting the heat and a mild contusion. She told me to take some Ibuprofen and apply ice for the next 12 hours, and heat after that. She wanted to see me during practice the following evening.
I went home, suffering during the trip home and resting as best I could.
The next day I woke up sore and limping.
After school I went to see Nurse Hastings again. She smiled at me when I returned and asked me how I was doing.
"I ache," I said.
"Well, the ice was supposed to keep down the swelling during the first 12 hours, now you have to apply heat to aid in the healing."
I asked her what kind of "heat packs" she had, and she handed me one, a chemical kind of contraption. She explained how to heat it and apply it. She popped it into the microwave and applied it to my thigh. It felt great!
Something stirred in me as she held the warm pad on my thigh, and I realized I could see right down her blouse and see most of her rather large, and what appeared to be very firm, breasts. Zoiks, what a pair! I couldn't help it;
