Seducing The School Nurse

Liz Jordan walked in with her cheer skirt still damp from practice, thighs gleaming under the fluorescent lights. Kendra Sunderland sat behind the metal desk, arms folded, watching her lie. The girl spoke about a tumble during a stunt, her voice flat, her back straight, her eyes bright, too bright. No limp. No wince. Just an invitation in how she crossed her ankles and bit the corner of her lip. The nurse took the hint. She locked the door, drew the blinds, and reached under Liz’s tiny pleated skirt. She found the girl already wet, sticky against cotton panties, and slipped two fingers in without another word. Liz breathed out, hips lifting, knees spreading against cold paper on the exam table. They took turns. Liz straddled Kendra’s face first, pressing down hard while the nurse’s tongue worked through slick folds. She ground forward and back, coating Kendra’s mouth until spit ran down her chin. Kendra grunted, arms locked around Liz’s waist, and pulled her closer each time the cheerleader moaned. Then she pushed Liz onto her back and climbed up herself, spreading her thighs over the girl’s mouth, the fabric of her uniform slacks shoved aside. Liz licked greedily, saliva mixing with fresh wetness. Kendra bent forward and spat on the cheerleader’s cunt, watched it drip, then rubbed it in with the flat of her palm until Liz bucked. She returned the favor, drooling over Kendra’s trimmed lips, tongue chasing every thread. When both were shaking, they locked mouths, tasting each other, and came hard—one on the other’s face, then the other way around, thighs tightening, breath ragged. They stayed like that until the bell rang.