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My momentum sent me crashing to the wooden floor, and by the time I slid to a stop against the wall I could hear the laughing. “It is pretty amazing,” I confirmed as we resumed our journey. Yeah, she was making fun of me, but she was doing it in a nice way. Hers was curvy and soft, mine was angular and boney. Her t-shirt was getting pulled to the side because of my arm over her shoulder and I could see the strap of her bra. I quickly moved my arm to strategically cover the evidence. I’d never seen her up close before, but I was surprised to notice that our school nurse was actually in a way kind of pretty. “I always remember the handsome ones.” Okay, that was weird. I guess she was just trying to get me to relax or something. She wasn’t helping my efforts to de-bonerize myself at all. Then I realized that she was probably just trying to distract me from my zombie hard-on that refused to die. I was probably sprawled out on the gym floor right now unconscious. “God, this is more embarrassing than anything.” “Oh, come on now, it’s not that bad.” She reached out again and put her hand on my thigh, giving it a friendly rub. This had to be the most humiliating day of my life. She didn’t even pretend like she wasn’t staring at it. I would swear if I didn’t know better that she was just playing with my nuts.

I noticed on my way out that the guys weren’t laughing anymore.

I’m thinking that maybe you need a little more inspiration. ” “Sure, yeah, I love tits.” “Then let’s see if this helps.” She unbuttoned her uniform all the way down.She was wearing a bra underneath, but it wasn’t one of those plain kind that my mom usually buys -- it looked like one of the fancy lacy Victoria Secret kind.She squeezed her bazooms together and they practically popped out of the top of her bra.“Up on the table…there you go.” She inspected my knee while I sat hunched over with my arms crossed in my lap. “I’m going to need you to lie on your back for me.” She held my leg gingerly while I twisted and got flat on my back, all the while doing everything I could to cover my stupid, everlasting bulge. You seem to be moving with some difficulty.” “No, just my knee.” She continued to gently poke at the injured joint. “I just have to be sure.” Her hands moved higher up my thigh. “And from what I can see, you have nothing to be ashamed of.” I suddenly began to wonder if I’d dozed off in Algebra and was having a wet dream in the middle of class. I choked back a surprised gasp, but she had to know I was shocked by the way I tensed up. You can relax.” “It was only my knee that got messed up.” “I need to be thorough. That’s when I decided to take a closer look at her. “Don’t get all worked up, it’s a standard survey to assess teen risk factors. I don’t know...maybe once or twice a week.” “Oh, okay, then.” “Why? “Of course, boys tend to cut the number in half because they’re embarrassed, so that means for you it’s more like four times a week. “You appear to have a healthy erection.” I felt her lift my penis. “Look to your left, please, Alex.” One of her fingers traced down my shaft. Even though I was as embarrassed as humanly possible, it still felt kind of good.The more I tried to make it go down, the more Michelle’s gorgeous ass made it even harder. “I need you to rest your arms at your sides.” “Oh.... ” Nurse Cady’s voice was patient, but also a little amused. She just smiled that strange little smile of hers and went back to feeling up my leg. You don’t want me to miss something and get into trouble, do you? I was also acutely aware that her face was hovering just above my hard dick. “I like that.” She straightened up and removed the stethoscope from her ears. I’d guess Nurse Cady was somewhere in her mid-thirties. This is just between us, your parents won’t know about anything you tell me here, so you can be honest.” “Like doctor-patient confidentiality? So, no sex for Alex…yet.” She marked something on the form. Do you experience spontaneous erections at inappropriate times? “I’ll mark that one with a big ol’ yes.” I wanted to cover myself again, but I knew that would only draw more attention to it. And, of course, we only remember an average of about fifteen percent of our dreams, which puts you at about twenty-five or so erotic dreams a week. ” Her tone was the same as my mother’s when she knows I’m lying. Now all I had to do was not jizz all over the place.

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