A sequel to 'Greg's Cum Laude'
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The long, hot, fun-filled summer was drawing to a close. Scott Greg had spent half-days in the office, taking advantage of the flex-time offered by the company to enjoy afternoons of tennis, beach volleyball, and fucking Adena Abdel. Just before she left to attend a more prestigious law school, she noticed a strange blotch in the small of his back. His GP recommended he see a dermatologist, which is what brought him half-way across town on this sunny Friday afternoon.
After waiting for what seemed like forever, he was finally admitted beyond the mysterious locked door so well guarded by the (mustachioed) receptionist. A butchy nurse guided him to a room and stuck some papers in the door.
"Please get into a Johnny shirt and nurse Billy will be with you in a moment," she said firmly closing the door to the examination room.
"Great," Scott mumbled to himself, "A male nurse... just my luck."
Disrobing in front of the full-length mirror, Scott couldn't help but admire himself. Busting his ass in the gym all winter and an active summer put him in the best shape of his life. His triceps were toned, the spare tire he'd been carrying was burnt off to reveal a nice six-pack, and his pecs... well, he had pecs! Add to that a nice tan and Scott was pretty impressed with himself. Doing his best bodybuilder impression he gazed at the new and improved Scott, a modern day Narcissus clad in Calvin Klein boxers.
"Very nice, Arnold," came a sarcastic quip from behind him.
Spinning around, Scott turned to face this intruder. Unfortunately (or fortunately depending on how you look at it) he was greeted by a beautiful pair of breasts. Unable to draw his gaze from her cleavage, he stood there momentarily stunned.
"Up here, Sweetie," the nurse said, grinning slightly.
Men were always staring at her amazing breasts, which was part of the reason she put them on display. After divorcing her good-for-nothing husband of 15 years, she craved the attention. Especially from younger men like Scott, who was quickly developing a hard-on.
"So what seems to be the problem?"
"Umm, I, uh, I got referred by my, uh..." Scott stammered. His face was flush with embarrassment and he still couldn't tear his eyes away from Billy's amazing cleavage.
"Your doctor, yes, an irregular mole on your lower back... Why are you not in your Johnny shirt? Sir, you really need to stop staring at my breasts," Billy stated firmly.
The attention was cute, but this was ridiculous.
Now thoroughly embarrassed and practically naked, Scott decided to at least rectify the former by donning the Johnny shirt without saying a word and looking down the entire time. His hard-on clearly stood out with the loose boxers and thin material of the shirt. An awkward silence fell over the room as Scott continued to stare at the floor. It was all he could think to do to stop staring at Billy's breasts.
"I'm sorry, it's got a mind of its own sometimes," Scott smiled. Looking up, he gazed directly into Billy's exquisite blue eyes. Her beautiful round face complimented her ample chest.
"It's alright dear. I'm flattered really, but can you remove your boxers and show me this mole?" Billy asked professionally.
Removing his boxers wasn't really required, but it did give her a nice glimpse of his cock. At forty-five, it wasn't every day she got to see a thirty-year old piece of man candy like Scott strip down.
"I think it's around here," Scott said. Turning and bending slightly, he exposed his lower back (and ass for that matter), roughly pointing to the spot.
Billy grinned and fought the urge to grab this young buck's firm, muscular ass. Her inner demon took over and she clenched his ass cheek firmly. "Such a cute, tight ass!"
"What?" Scott stood there, hands on the examination table, completely stunned. Did that just happen?
At that moment, the dermatologist, Doctor 'whatever-his-name-is' knocked and entered. Billy had removed her hand and, from behind, appeared to be simply studying the irregularity on Scott's lower back. Seeing nothing unusual with the situation, the doctor briefly greeted Scott then began talking medical mumbo jumbo to Billy. The doctor asked Scott a number of questions about the blotch, when he noticed it, any history of skin cancer, did he spend a lot of time in the sun... blah, blah, blah.
Scott's mind was racing. If he wasn't mistaken, he'd just had his ass grabbed by the sexiest older women he'd ever met in his entire life. And he really liked it!
The doctor told Scott another day; he'd do a biopsy and order a test.
"Get dressed and see Kitty on your way out. She'll arrange an appointment for you in the next few weeks."
The doctor walked out of the room with Billy fast on his heels. Just before leaving the room, Billy turned her head while pulling the door shut and flashed Scott a quick smile. After that fleeting glance, she closed the door quickly, restoring the privacy of the examination room.
Her toothy grin and swaying ass momentarily stunned Scott. He stood there for about 10 seconds before coming back to reality.
"Holy fuck she's hot," Scott mumbled as he shook his head.
Checking his watch, it was 4 o'clock, so he quickly donned his suit. He had to return to the office to make up for the time he had spent here. Summer flextime was over and the reality of a busy fall cast a cloud over his thoughts despite the sunny September sky.
Two hours later, across town...
Billy's house keys crashed on the small table beside her front door as she precariously balanced a grocery bag in one hand and Chinese takeout in the other. It was the end of a long week and she was looking forward to a quiet evening. Having taped 'Grey's Anatomy' earlier, her plans were to curl up with her Harry on the sofa and veg out in front of the TV to Doctor McSteamy.
"Hi Harry, did you miss me?" She cooed as her faithful cat rubbed against her legs.
The heat of her one room apartment was almost stifling as she shoveled down the takeout. The air conditioning had kicked in by the time she was finished, at which point she dumped the slimy remains of her meal into the trashcan. After opening a can of cat food for Harry, Billy made her way to the washroom. The sweat from the walk home and rather disgusting supper she had just unceremoniously dispatched within two minutes left her feeling a little disgusted.
The cool, quiet sanctuary of her bath beckoned. As she stripped free of her clothes, Billy caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Making a serious face, she flexed her newly formed tricep and stared at the vision of the 'new and improved' Billy. Her breasts and ass weren't as firm as when she was young, but she was a world away from the fuddy-duddy that had divorced John. Having been left for a younger woman, her self-esteem went from high to nil in no time. It had devastated her for months before friends helped her change. Now she was eating better (tonight was an exception, obviously) and exercising several times a week. Her new apartment was close enough to walk to work everyday. Her body was now showing the pleasing signs of her efforts.
