The Moment of Truth

Sarah has run out of patience. Her young nurse keeps dropping things, missing pages, drifting off like the thoughts keep pulling her elsewhere. She pulls Zoe aside after hours. The young woman’s eyes give her away before she says a word. When Sarah presses, Zoe admits she can’t stop thinking about her boss’s body, her mouth, the sound her voice makes when she gives an order. For a second the air hangs still. Then Sarah’s fingers trace the girl’s cheek, tender, and she kisses her. That kiss turns greedy fast. Hands slide under scrubs, peel away cotton and lace until both stand bare under the sterile lights. Zoe sinks to her knees first, tongue flattening across Sarah’s nipples, then lower until the older woman’s thigh rests on her shoulder. Every slow lick over that slick clit draws a sharp breath from Sarah. Legs tremble; fingers clutch at the exam table. Moments later Sarah flips her, spreads Zoe’s knees, and returns the favor—tongue circling, sucking, fucking into that tight, wet heat. They finish twisted together, mouths buried between thighs, hips bucking until each woman cries out, trembling through hard, shared release.