Tuesday went by way too slowly. I was really looking forward to my exam at the nurse's office. Miss Jones wasn't only a science teacher, but she was also the head nurse of the school. The four school nurses were three very attractive young teachers and the school's receptionist, who was a plump woman in her mid-40's, yet still very pretty. I had only been to the nurse's office once before, but not for an exam, rather to fetch Miss Amira Harding's first aid kit that she had forgotten to bring to her class.
I distinctly remember the exam room; I had secretly slipped into there while in the nurse's office. I had a quick look around, and still remember the exam table, equipped with stirrups, the tray of unopened medical instruments, after close inspection I managed to identify a few dental instruments, a mouth gag and a speculum. I dared not open any of the drawers, but one of the drawers was slightly open and I could've sworn I had seen a Hitachi magic wand, which I always identify as a sex toy, but on my way back to Miss Harding's class, I remembered it was actually intended as a body massager, so I assumed that's what it was for.
We didn't have any periods in Miss Jones's class on Tuesday, which was quite disappointing, since I couldn't get a good look at her feet for that entire day. Though I did spot her at assembly in the morning, she walked by too quickly for me to get a good look at her cute little feet. She did look me in the eyes and wink at me though, making me blush profusely. She simply smiled and walked off, before I could look down.
The bell did eventually ring and I don't think I've ever been out of a classroom as quickly before. I ran down the stairs of the Northern Block and made my way to the nurse's office, located in the East Block. Already waiting for me at the door was the head student nurse, Hayley Price. There were five student nurses, I wasn't quite sure how they were selected since I was still relatively new to the school, but I did know that it wasn't such a common occurrence to have a team of student nurses at the level that this school had. My old school I attended had a first aid team, composed of nine to ten students, but nothing quite like this.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Evans," she greeted holding out her hand for me to shake. I shook her hand and felt her cool, soft hands on my warm ones. "You may sit down at the desk and wait for Nurse Palmer to arrive; I think the nurses are just busy getting dressed in their uniforms."
Mr. Evans? I didn't talk to Hayley much at school, but she would usually just address me as George, Mr. Evans felt almost too professional, but it was probably part of their training. I just accepted it, and went to sit down in the chair in front of the desk. Hayley walked behind the desk and turned around to grab something out of the filing cabinet.
I admired her petite, cute behind that was dressed in a short black skirt. She wore the full student nurse uniform, a short-sleeved white dress shirt, the aforementioned short black pencil skirt, her legs encased in dark, sexy pantyhose running down to black, open toe stiletto heels. As she turned around to place a file on the desk, I admired her pretty feet, encased in the voluptuous, dark pantyhose and in the 5 inch stiletto heels. Her toes were painted a cute light pink colour. She placed down a file on the desk in front of me and looked at me as I was still admiring her shapely legs and feet. I quickly looked up at her again, she looked at me for about two seconds before a slight closed-mouth smile appeared on her face and she once again turned around and entered the door labelled "EXAM ROOM 2". A few moments later, I heard the sounds of many pairs of high heels coming down the hall, slowly growing louder. Then, seven women dressed in nurse's uniforms identical to Hayley's entered the small office.
"You girls can go ahead and start setting up the exam room, Chelsea and Chloe can handle the preliminaries," I heard a voice, which I recognised as Miss Willow Jones's, say. "We'll be examining Mr. Evans in Exam Room 2."
The four other student nurses walked past me, all of them giving me acknowledging nods, I just gave a slight smile back. I recognised Christine, Hayley's non-identical twin sister, a girl of considerably shorter stature than the other relatively tall student nurses, similar to her sister.
"Don't forget your lab coats," said the voice of Miss Amira Harding behind me.
The nurses walked by me and stood behind the desk, and finally I could get a good look at them all in their uniforms. Miss Jones, by far the most attractive of them all, from head to toe, wore her shoulder length blonde hair in a ponytail, also wearing the white shirt and black skirt, her stockings were sheer and provided more visibility than the other nurses, who all had darker stockings. Miss Jones's bright red toenails were clearly visible through her pantyhose and her stiletto heels further accentuated her shapely, cute size 6 feet. Her muscular arms, from her previous experience as a professional hockey player and current professional coach, led down to the petite hands that had been choking me the previous day. She had obviously had a manicure; her fingernails now sporting a classy French tip, and clasping a clipboard.
Next to my mistress, stood Miss Amira Harding, a tall and sexy young woman, also the daughter of the school's vice-principal, Mr. Andre Harding. Her long, slender, yet shapely legs was encased in the same sensual dark pantyhose as the other nurses, leading down to feet that were relatively large compared to the other nurses. I guessed she wore a size 10 shoe, and even though I wasn't usually attracted to larger feet, her gorgeous, long toes could get any foot lover to stand at attention. Her toenails, on this occasion, were painted a cute purple colour. She was a woman that obviously cared very well for herself, especially her nails, considering she usually had her nails a different colour nearly every other week. Her fingernails were all painted a different colour and were unusually short, considering her usual long nails that were near to a coffin cut style. Her slender body was very nicely complimented by the tight pencil skirt, and outlines of her bra were barely visible through the short-sleeved dress shirt.
Then stood Miss Laura Penley, a cute and pretty young woman, further helping to display Miss Harding's height with her short stature. Even in the 5 inch stilettos, she was still not quite as tall as the filing cabinets that Miss Harding almost towered over. She looked very good for a woman that, only four weeks prior, had birthed a child. Her long brown hair was loose over her shoulders, her petite body looked gorgeous in the uniform and her small, pretty feet were almost breathtakingly beautiful in the dark stockings that encased them. I also picked up her light aqua toenails sexily protruding from her open toe high heels.
I couldn't get such a good look at the plump Miss Danielle Palmer before she sat down on the chair behind the desk I was seated at. She was dressed in a dark blue dress shirt, unlike the other nurses, with a golden pin on her chest reading "Danielle Palmer - Assistant School Nurse" as opposed to the other nurses, whose pins read simply "Name - School Nurse".
As Miss Danielle sat down, her foot, encased in a stiletto heel, brushed my leg.
"Oh, sorry dear," she said, quickly retracting her leg from mine.
"No, Miss, it's fine," I replied, smiling. I actually quite wished it would've lasted longer, the feeling of silk pantyhose on my skin, even for those two seconds, felt amazing.
"Alright, George, we are going to give you a full physical examination," explained Miss Palmer. "But first I need to ask you a few questions."
I looked down at the file that Hayley had placed on the desk earlier, in large letters at the top it read "GEORGE EVANS", then the picture I had to provide upon registration to the school. Miss Palmer opened the file and reached under the desk to take out an A4 page, which she placed on the file.
"Right, are you ready to start, Mr. Evans?" she asked, professionally. I nodded in reply, and she turned the page around to face me, handing me a pen. She showed me all the places to sign on both sides of the page. I didn't bother to read what I was signing, mainly because I wasn't given enough time to do it at the speed Miss Palmer was showing me what to do.
"Alright, so we'll start with the questions now," explained Miss Palmer, taking the page back and turning it to face her.
There were some strange questions that I thought were strangely personal, but others were simple like, "Just to confirm, your birthday is 11 January 1999, correct?"
But, she also asked, "Have you ever had anything inserted rectally? Like an object?"
"Umm..." I said, stunned by the personal question. "I had a suppository inserted once."
I could feel myself blushing profusely, as the three other nurses smiled at me and Miss Harding let out a faint giggle.
