Bedside Brat - Part 3

Two nurses stand facing each other in the empty on-call room, their scrubs already tossed across the back of a chair. One slips her hand beneath her colleague's waistband and pulls the thin cotton panties down her thighs. She slides two fingers straight into the waiting heat, curls them, and starts a slow, steady rhythm. The other nurse exhales hard, grabs the edge of the counter, and pushes her hips forward to meet every stroke. Fingers glide easily now, slick with excitement. The nurse on the receiving end tugs open her partner's fly, finds the damp lace between her legs, and presses two fingers inside her as well. Their breathing falls into the same beat—short, sharp inhales, soft moans on every exhale. They lean in close enough that their lips brush but never quite kiss, both too intent on the wet sound of fingers moving in tight, slick heat. One nurse lowers herself onto the narrow exam table, legs open, and pulls the other between them. She lifts her hips so the standing nurse can lap at her clit, tongue flicking quick and precise. The nurse on the table threads her fingers through the other woman’s hair, guiding the pressure, rolling her pelvis to ride each slow, deliberate lick. When she comes, it’s a sharp gasp followed by a long, low moan that fills the small room. They switch places before the tremor has even faded. The second nurse braces herself on the wall while her colleague sinks two fingers deep again, thumb working the swollen clit in tight circles. Her thighs shake, her breath stutters, and she finishes with a quiet, broken cry against the other woman’s mouth.