Amanda walked up to the sign-up sheet to see who is next. I was so pre-occupied with Sarah's totally unabashed nudity that I just now realized that Amanda was dressed somewhat unusually. She was wearing a pair of blue-jeans, with a button fly that was completely open: the jeans were staying on only by hugging her hips. The top four buttons of her blouse were open, showing a generous amount of cleavage.
My groin tensed achingly as she leaned down to pick up the sign-in sheet, her breasts shifting readily to swing forward, revealing just the edge of an aereola. Just then, Amanda noticed me watching, and looked to my crotch. I already had my hard-on from watching Sarah, and the tent in my pants couldn't have been more obvious if my dick had been poking out of the top. Which they very nearly were.
I waited painfully to get the tongue-lashing of a lifetime for staring at her breasts --- to say nothing of watching Sarah's check-up --- but she just nodded at my crotch. "Are you feeling a pain in your groin?" She asked matter-of-factly. "Lots of boys have been having problems with that recently. Is your penis fully erect right now?"
"Um. Uh, yeah," I blurted. The girls in the waiting room tittered.
"Here," she said, holding out the clip-board. "Sign in, we need it for our records. We'll see you next, after," she looked at the board, "Cynthia Gellard."
A blonde stood up from a chair, setting a magazine on the table. I did a double-take when I saw that it was titled "Hot Nympho Sluts", with two girls licking at the torso of voluptuous raven-haired woman covered in cum. The subtitle proclaimed "The leading magazine for women who can't get enough".
Amanda cleared her throat. I looked towards her to find her leaning very far forward, to get my attention hand me the clipboard. She certainly got my attention, as I could easily look into her shirt and see her nipples, which were stiffening. "Sign in, stud," she said, nodding to the clipboard. I signed my name, and Amanda took the clipboard back.
Amanda looked at me with some sympathy, and something like anticipation. "A lot of the boys at school have gotten really sick. But don't worry," she said, a hand coming to rest on my crotch, causing me to involuntarily push upwards. "We'll do our best to make sure you're taken care of," she said. She unbuttoned my jeans and pulled open the zipper. "Leave your pants undone, it will help with the pain. I think we'll only be a minute with Cynthia, we'll see you in a moment. Dont -- go --- anywhere."
Withdrawing her hand, she walked to the examination room behind Cynthia. I looked nervously around the waiting room to see who was looking. Although some of the girls waiting were absorbed in reading, or apparently watching the Nurse with anticipation, many of the girls waiting were staring at me or my boxer shorts. A couple were whispering to each other.
Not really comfortable with being stared at, I watched the Nurse talk to Cynthia Gellard through the glass wall. My eyes were immediately drawn to her striped white-and-green tank-top, which strained to contain her D-cup breasts, which seemed unnaturally perky. She was wearing what looked like boy's boxer shorts, and was talking to the nurse with one hand thrust inside between her legs, swaying gently back and forth on a pair of three-inch heeled sandals. The Nurse snaked a hand into the tank-top and seemed to squeeze gently, causing Cynthia's back to arch. She directed Cynthia to pull off her top, and invited Amanda to inspect her bust. Amanda carefully weighed Cynthia's breasts in her hands, and gently pinched her nipples, causing Cynthia to cry out loudly through the glass wall.
I heard a sound like someone clearing their throat, and looked over to see a girl with her shirt open pinching her own nipples in time with Amanda's treatment of Cynthia. My groin was really starting to ache: I didn't know what was going on, but I needed release badly. |