As the end of Bobby Draper's senior year approached, the young man was looking forward to the festivities that would wind up his senior year at Jamestown High School. The senior prom was coming up soon and would be followed by commencement a few weeks later. He wasn't forgetting the parties that were usually held at the end of the year, either. He'd already been accepted at a college, so that problem was solved, but he had a lot of other weighty matters on his mind.
His girlfriend, Paula, was already home from college and he hoped to see a lot more of her during the summer than he'd been able to during the school year.
But the young man did have some serious problems to solve before that could happen. Although Bobby never really understood how it he managed to do it, he'd amassed a considerable stable of lovers, most of them adult women. Among them were Nicole Everett, a lovely neighbor; Amber Fargo, the mother of one of his friends; his mother's best friend, Helen Parker; Lisa, his hairdresser; Debbie Dalton the owner of a local motel whose lawn, pool, and body he tended; Paulette Dennison, an ebony beauty married to a local doctor; he'd also spent many thrilling hours with Lois Tillman, one of his teachers; and Doreen Ingalls, the new assistant principal of his school had seduced him, too.
And it wasn't just older women who seemed to find the young man irresistible. A girl named Lana who had been visiting the family for years and was a few years older than Bobby, was another of his lovers. She would be visiting again this summer and would most likely want to share his bed. Lana had introduced him to Desiree, a slim, pretty redhead whose virginity he'd taken. Another of his classmates, a foxy young woman named Kim, had also become one of his lovers.
It sometimes seemed to Bobby that he wound up having sex with every woman he met. He didn't understand it, and sometimes it got to be a problem, but he wasn't complaining. After all, his sex life exceeded the fondest dreams of most of his friends, who knew nothing about what was going on.
He was walking down the stairs in school, musing about how he was going to get out of all of his sexual entanglements and have more time with Paula, when felt a sudden burst of pain in his foot, and found himself lying on the floor.
"Damn!" he thought as he lay there. He'd missed a step and turned his ankle.
Mr. Davis, the principal, rushed over to him. "Are you OK, Bobby?" the principal asked.
Bobby struggled to his feet. "Ah...yeah, I think so," he said. His ankle did hurt a little when he tried to stand on it, though, but not enough to make him think it was broken. "I wasn't paying attention and missed the bottom step. My ankle hurts a little when I put weight on it."
"You better have Mrs. Tate check it," the principal said. "School's almost over, why don't you go down to her office? What class are you in? I'll tell the teacher where you are."
Bobby told the principal which class he had, and the man walked off. Bobby hobbled to the nurse's office and knocked on the door.
Heidi Tate, the school nurse, was sitting in her office, distracted by thoughts of her sex life, or lack of one. Her husband hadn't made love to her in months and Heidi, a warm-blooded woman by nature, sorely missed the satisfaction the man she was married to was no longer giving her. The soft knock on her office door snapped her out a delightful memory of a time early in her marriage when her husband wouldn't let her alone. She sighed softly, shook her head to clear it, and said, "Come in!"
Bobby Draper opened the door and hobbled in. Heidi smiled at him. She knew Bobby. He was a good student and was always very pleasant and polite. He was also kind of cute. He was one of the students who'd taken an Emergency Medical Technician's course she'd talked the school into offering.
"What can I do for you, Bobby?" the nurse asked. Because of the way he was limping when walked in, she assumed he had hurt his foot or ankle. "What happened?" She got out of her chair and walked over to him.
"Ah...nothin'...nothin'," Bobby said and blushed.
"From the way you're limping, I'd say it's something," the nurse commented.
"Aw, I just twisted my ankle on the steps," Bobby said. "Really, it's nothing. Mr. Davis made me come up here. If it was broken, I wouldn't be able to walk on it, right?"
"Maybe," Heidi said. "But you took the EMT course, you know that's now always the case." She took his arm and led him to the cot that sat along one wall of her office. "Sit down here, Bobby," she said. "Maybe your ankle isn't broken, but you might have sprained it," she observed. "Why don't I take a look?"
She knelt on the floor, took Bobby's shoe off and manipulated the ankle. It moved without causing Bobby a lot of pain. "Maybe it isn't sprained," she said. "Maybe you just strained it."
Bobby's ankle hardly hurt any more, but as Mrs. Tate held his bare foot in her warm hands, he felt a startling thing began to happen. Her gentle touch was turning him on! He knew he wasn't supposed to feel that way about the school nurse, but why should he be responding any differently to her than he had to any of the other women he'd encountered in the past year and a half?
Bobby looked down at the nurse. She was tall, maybe five six or seven, and had ear-length straight blonde hair. Her face was quite pretty, and she had a wonderful smile. Her body was slim and quite shapely. The young man was surprised to see a far-away, dreamy look on her face. He didn't know her marriage was unhappy, or that her husband hadn't made love to her in months and that, right then, she was extremely vulnerable. Bobby's penis continued to grow and swell, to the point where it was very uncomfortable in his pants.
"Do...you have a...girlfriend, Bobby?" Mrs. Tate asked. She hadn't heard his name liked with anybody as part of the school's normal gossip channels.
"Ah...I...I'm...sorta going with Paula Wilton," Bobby replied. It was getting hard to talk. Damn! She was caressing his foot now, and it was really turning him on!
Heidi didn't hear Bobby's reply. "His skin is soft!" she thought while she continued caressing the student's ankle and leg absently, "Touching him feels so nice. God, how long has it been since I've touched someone? Someone male?" Need, which had been smoldering in her for some time, began to flare and, as it did, it began to push reason and judgment aside. "It's been so long since I've had anyone make love to me, and to make love to," she mused as her hand slid up and down the young man's leg. "I wish there was someone who wanted me!"
Heidi took a deep breath. "Do...do you have...a...a girlfriend, Bobby?" Heidi heard herself asking again. She didn't realize that she had already asked the young man that, and he'd responded. She was so addled by carnal feelings that she wasn't really aware of what she was saying.
"Ah...yeah, Paula Wilton, like...like I said," Bobby replied. What was going on with Mrs. Tate, anyhow? Why was she acting like this?
