Marissa Jones had been at Comstock High as a school nurse - or 'Student Health Provider' as the upscale school called her position - for just under two weeks. The school required a traditional nurse's uniform; they had three approved choices. Today she was wearing the classic nurse's dress, white, with a zip down the front that ended about even with the tops of her hip bones.
She had chosen a size too large, but the fabric still stretched tautly over her breasts and curvy hips and ass.
She was just 5'3", with long, light brown hair shot with blond streaks. During work she kept it in a tight braid, and kept her dress zipped all the way up to the suprasternal notch in her collar bone (the dip in the center of the collarbone).
She was just shy of 30 and had been married for 12 years, and she almost never wore makeup. She had an angular, Elvin face with high cheekbones and wide light brown eyes that always seemed to be startled or surprised. She thought her mouth was too wide, and that her lower lip was too full - her upper lip was a bit too thin in her opinion.
Most of the men that looked at her just wondered what it would feel like to kiss her!
She had an olive complexion, and tried to dress conservatively, but there was only so much she could do with her body. She was in great shape, but she had realized as young as 14 that she was going to be a very - well, well developed young lady.
Perhaps because of this she had been very conservative when it came to boyfriends and sex. In fact, her husband was the only man she had ever been with, and he had been her first boyfriend. Lately she had been having misgivings about her decision to marry him when he asked.
She had to admit, it was quite a boring job - there were hardly ever any actual medical issues; migraines, students trying to get out of class occasionally, issues about when a student had accidentally eaten a gluten product.
It was a Friday afternoon when a tall lanky student she recognized as an 18-year-old senior named Bruce Devlin stepped quickly into the room and shut the door behind him. She stared at him out of wide eyes as he turned and quickly locked the door, then hurried over to the exam table and leaned against it. He was holding his books in front of him in an odd way. There was about 2 hours of school left.
"Um, hello, Mr. Devlin, what can I do for you?" she asked. She decided not to say anything about him locking the door.
He had an odd look on his face, and then said: "I really tried to take care of it myself - Mrs. Jones, isn't it?" he asked.
"Yes, sir," she responded - she had been told to refer to all the young men by their family names or by sir or young man, and to address the female students as young lady or by their family names. "Um, what exactly is troubling you, young man?" she asked, scooting her chair a bit closer to the student.
"I think some friends of mine have played a joke on me - I'm pretty sure they slipped me some drugs this morning ma'am!" he said; he was still hunching his body slightly and holding his notebook directly in front of his crotch.
"We need to call the hospital and the police immediately then young man!" she exclaimed, springing to her feet. She reached out and laid a hand on his shoulder. "Are you feeling OK?"
"Oh, it wasn't that type of drug Mrs. Jones - I'm pretty sure they just slipped me some Viagra as a joke - but . . . well, I've had an erection now for over three hours, and they say 4 hours is the max you should have one and I was starting to get worried," the young man said, and then he threw his notebook down on the floor.
"It's really starting to hurt, Mrs. Jones!" the young man said, pointing to his crotch. "I tried to - you know, to take care of it, but it just didn't feel good enough!"
He didn't need to point. Marissa did not want to stare, but the 18-year-old senior had a huge bulge in his slacks. She felt herself blushing deeply, and for some reason found that her breath seemed to be catching in her throat. She couldn't even begin to guess how large the student's penis would be if it was freed.
"Should I - should I take it out, Mrs. Jones?" he asked, but he was already unfastening his belt and then his pants.
The young nurse shook her head and made some kind of protest, but her voice seemed to soft. She realized how close she was standing when the young man finally freed his large erection - the tip brushed against her dress, and for a moment she could feel it clearly against her thigh!
She backed up a half step, and swallowed and licked her full lips. "Mr. Devlin, I - I'm not sure . . . ummm, what you expect me to -"
"It feels too stiff, Mrs. Jones, like it's gonna burst or something - maybe you should feel it," the young man said. Marissa backed up another step, and sat down rather unceremoniously in the chair - for some reason, she was acutely aware of her large, firm breasts bouncing up and down as she sat down heavily, and she blushed again when she saw Bruce staring at them!
"It just feels - umm, harder than normal!" Bruce Devlin said, trying to put a bit of anguish in his voice, and took a step closer to the gorgeous school nurse. She was staring pensively at his rock hard boner, and then he saw her nodding slightly as though what he had said made any sense at all. "Just see if it feels normal to you ma'am!" he said, a surge of hope coursing through him - she didn't seem to be capable to looking anywhere but his cock! A normal woman would have been out of the office already!
"Um, very well, sir," Marissa said softly. She could not believe how large the young man's tool was - it was at least ten inches long, and bigger around than her wrist with a large, almost purple lemon sized crown. She reached up in a daze and pushed her palm slightly against the fat, vein wreathed shaft. The skin was silky, but it was as hard as a piece of wood.
"Ohhnnn, yeah, that feels awesome Mrs. Jones - wrap your fingers around it - I'm pretty sure I can cum if you just help me out a bit, and then it should go down, shouldn't it?"
