It all started because of a kiss. Well, not just a kiss, Lisa and I were engaged in a full-on makeout session in the abandoned hallway of our high school. We were both pumping with adrenaline; this was about as rebellious as it got for a couple of scrawny straight-A students. Lisa didn't even notice the bell ring until I started to pull away. I could feel her disappointment.
"Aww, that's the best rhythm we've ever had." she said, frowning.
"Look, I was loving it too. But now we're officially late. And we've both heard the rumors about Nurse Yvonne," I replied.
"Look, I'm sure she'll be nothing but professional on 'Sexual Health Day,' just like everyone said she always is." my girlfriend replied sarcastically. We both laughed.
"No seriously," she continued "I was told that she's fine, as long as you don't go alone."
"Like, for example, by showing up late because you were making out?"
"Exactly. We just need to avoid doing that!" We both laughed again, but more nervously this time. As the tension increased, we started the long walk to our infamous school nurse's creepy office. By the time we got there, our casual walk had turned into to a full-on run.
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"Why hello, you two!" Nurse Yvonne exclaimed as we finally made it to her office "So eager for your checkups! You're a bit late, but that just means we have all the time in the world."
Yvonne was a tall woman with large breasts, dark hair, an athletic build, and the uncanny ability to always be somewhere in the room you didn't expect her to be. Today, she was wearing a labcoat that was about 3 sizes too small, and a pair of high-heels that were not typical medical attire. As I stared at her, I was worried that Lisa would be offended, but a quick glance confirmed that she was as transfixed by this amazon as I was.
"So... Ken and Lisa, I assume? You're the only ones left. Got distracted having a bit of fun, huh?" Her question only partially broke my and my girlfriend's shared trance.
"Alright, go ahead and enter the exam room," she said, opening a door and gesturing us in.
As we walked in to the school's surprisingly-well-appointed exam room, Yvonne casually locked the door behind us and started giving instructions. "Alright. If you haven't heard, today we will be doing the most fun medical procedure of the year- a series of examinations to gauge your sexual health. To start with, I'm going to need the two of you to strip down so I can begin the examination."