While The Nurse Is Away...

Hazel was halfway out the door when she noticed Kimmy hanging back. “What's up?” “I can't do the frog thing,” Kimmy whispered, face pale. “Just thinking about it makes me want to throw up.” Hazel laced their fingers together. “Okay. Let’s go.” Ten minutes later Hazel steered Kimmy into the nurse’s office. The lights hummed. The cot creaked when they sat down. The nurse’s note on the door said LUNCH—BACK IN ONE HOUR. Kimmy curled against Hazel’s side, knees pulled to her chest. Hazel ran slow fingers through Kimmy’s hair, humming something low. The tension in Kimmy’s shoulders loosened. When Hazel’s hand drifted lower—first her waist, then the curve of her hip—Kimmy didn’t move away. Instead she tilted her chin up, caught Hazel’s mouth in a warm, open kiss. Hazel eased Kimmy onto her stomach and pushed the hem of her skirt higher. Soft circles over cotton panties turned into firm, open-palmed squeezes of Kimmy’s ass. Kimmy sighed, hips rolling against the thin mattress. Hazel hooked two fingers under the waistband, tugged the fabric aside, and licked a slow stripe between Kimmy’s thighs. The taste hit sharp and sweet. Kimmy gasped, knuckles white around the pillow. They had fifty-five minutes left. Hazel worked fast but unhurried: tongue deep, fingers slick, thumb circling the tight ring of muscle above. Kimmy came once, breath stuttering, then twice, legs shaking and cunt fluttering around Hazel’s fingers. The paper sheet beneath them was soaked through. Outside the frosted glass, footsteps passed. Inside, Kimmy laughed—breathy, flushed—and whispered, “Again.”