This is my first time, please be gentle. Feedback would be appreciated.
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The Claremont Institute, located in Manhattan, was a prestigious school renowned worldwide for the excellence of its education. Its students were some of the most brilliant minds of their generation, and came from wealthy families all over the world.
One of these students was Nathan Richards, an 18 year old high school senior. Like most of his schoolmates, he came from a very wealthy family. Unlike most of them, he did not reside in the school dormitory, as his family lived in Manhattan.
On this warm spring afternoon, as Nathan sat in his first class after lunch, the usually serious student kept fidgeting. He alternated between watching his teacher (a former college professor), his classmates struggling to keep up with the lesson (18th century Chinese history,
taught in Mandarin
) and staring at his expensive watch, hoping he could make time go by faster.
But that was outside even
his
abilities.
Less than ten minutes to go now, and he was confident he could hold off till then. It was getting very uncomfortable though. He could not help squirming on his chair from time to time, and had trouble keeping his attention on the teacher's lecture.
Fortunately, even in a school for the most gifted, Nathan's intellect was such that despite his 'condition', his grades had not suffered so far. But if the problem kept getting worse, his grades would be the least of his worries. He hoped his family would find a solution. The sooner the better.
"A better, and permanent one anyway..."
Nate thought, rubbing his sweaty palms back and forth on his denims.
"Six minutes left..."
he counted, as the pain increased. Three minutes later, sweat began to break out on his brow. Two more minutes, and he had to practice breathing exercises.
Nathan sighed in relief when the bell at last signaled the end of the class, but still had to wait another long minute to write down with a trembling hand the details of the homework the teacher was giving them for the following week.
Finally, the tall dark haired student stuffed his books in his bag and was the first to leave the classroom, heading in a hurry to the infirmary. He would likely be late to his next class, but his next teacher was one of the less strict in Claremont. And Chris would cover up for him, anyway.
Nathan hurried through the student filled hallways, ignoring or only throwing a quick wave at his friends as they headed for their own classes, and nearly ran down the stairs to the first floor.
The trip was short but seemed very long to Nate, barely holding onto his self control, and the final stretch seemed endless. By the time he knocked on the infirmary door, classes had begun again and the hallways were silent.
He did not wait for an answer before going in.
Like the rest of Claremont Insitute the infirmary was far larger, more modern and expensive looking than what was usually found in a high school. There was a waiting room, an office, two examination and resting rooms, and even a bathroom with two shower stalls. And right then it was also very silent.
The school nurse was not behind her desk.
Nathan groaned and checked his watch. 1:30 pm.
"Is she still on lunch break?"
he wondered, gritting his teeth against the pain. He used his cellphone and called her, and an instant later the ringtone sounded loudly in the empty infirmary. She had forgotten her cellphone on her desk!
He swore.
"Such a dirty mouth, young man. For shame" came a high sultry voice, startling Nathan as it teased him with mock sterness.
The school nurse came out of the first side room, sashaying toward him. He watched her come nearer, taking in the now familiar outfit : grey high-heeled sandals, white thigh highs not quite reaching the hem of a very tight and very short white uniform, the red buttoned top straining to contain a pair of large round breasts. Probably in her mid-twenties, the sexy young woman looked more like an actress out of a softcore movie than a school nurse for teenagers.
The short blonde stopped very close to him, peering up from under her lashes at the 6'5 tall young man.
"Sorry" he mumbled, already getting embarassed by what brought him here. "This is bad, Sin. I really-"
"It's Ms. Jennings" she corrected, narrowing her eyes at him. "Or Cynthia for you" she winked, her tone softening.
"Cynthia it's getting out of control again. I really need your help!" he nearly pleaded.
"Hmm, and what can I do for you, Nathan?"
"Well, you know, the usual..." he groaned, partly in embarassement and partly in pain.
She raised up on tiptoes, putting her mouth closer to his ear. "Come on, tell me" she whispered, stepping back and waiting for his answer with a naughty smile.
The fragrance of her light perfume tantalized him, making him breathe faster. "I need relief" he finally sighed, not quite meeting her eyes, his face red and sweaty.
She tapped her first finger on her full lips, pretending to think. "Oh..." she finally smiled, "I think I know what you mean, naughty boy. Let's see what Cynthia can do for you." She winked, turned on her heel and walked back to the room she had come from. He followed her, nearly limping now, and tried not to stare at her curvy behind, stretching her short outfit as it swayed enticingly with her steps.