All during high school, I had managed to do it, and it being the last day of my senior year, I decided that I deserved one more time.
Checking up and down the hallway and confirming that nobody was near, I leaned in and cracked the door to the girl's locker room open just enough for a quick peek. Most of the time my peeks had been so brief that I rarely saw more than girls in their panties and bras and occasionally some wrapped in towels, but I always had high hopes of the one reason I peeked - to catch a glimpse of a naked Brenda Baker, the hottest cheerleader in school.
I was about to give up and back away from the door when Brenda appeared, wrapped in a towel, hair soaked from a shower. Her back was to me as she pulled the towel free. I grabbed my crotch involuntarily as I stared at her perfect ass.
I was so mesmerized that I nearly yelped as I felt a finger tap me on the shoulder.
Shit! I turned slowly and saw Mrs. Bolton, the school head nurse staring at me.
"Did you lose something in there, Mr. Norman?" she asked firmly.
"No, ma'am," I answered weakly.
"Then what were you looking for, and don't bullshit me or there will be consequences?"
"I was hoping to see one of the girls naked; I have a crush on her," I answered honestly.
"Haven't you already seen naked girls in magazines?"
"Yes, Ma'am, but not a real girl like Brenda."
"Perhaps her parents would like to know how you feel about their daughter," she said in a threatening tone.
"NO, no, ma'am, Brenda doesn't even know that I like her, it would be embarrassing."
"I think you need to visit the nurses' office after school so we can discuss how to best handle this situation."
"But I'll miss the bus," I contested.
"I'll give you a ride home after our little chat, now get back to class and don't be late this afternoon."
Mrs. Bolton was a 52 year old widow who had been a nurse at the high school for years. She was well liked by her peers and well respected by the students. She was average in height with shoulder length brown hair. Her figure was attractive for a woman her age, just slightly too heavy to be called slender.
I was ten minutes late when I arrived at the nurse's office and Mrs. Bolton was waiting for me. I sat in one of the chairs opposite her desk as she walked behind me and closed the door. She stood in front of me, leaning on her desk with her arms crossed over her chest.
It was then that I noticed how short her skirt was. Standing inches in front of me, her legs were parted slightly and the hem of her skirt was midway between her knee and her thigh, and as she leaned back, her thighs were visible.
There was deathly silence in the room as I realized I was staring and then that she saw me staring, and at what I was staring. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair.
"Is there something wrong, Mr. Norman?"
"Uh, no, ma'am," I said.
She looked down and gasped; "Oh, my God, do you have an ERECTION?"
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Bolton," I answered as I crossed my legs.
"It's nothing to be embarrassed about," she said calmly, "but how are you so easily stimulated?"
"It's your legs, ma'am; seeing a girl's legs up high like that turns me on; I can't help it."
"Well, I'm pleased that you like my legs and very pleased that they excite you."
"You are, I mean, it's okay that I like looking at them?"
"Of course it is; it's a compliment to a woman my age." She was quiet for a moment and I took advantage of the chance to stare closer. Did her hem just creep higher?
"Would you like to touch them?" she asked softly.
