A visit to the nurse's office

The bell rings moments before you step into your government class. Mr. Marshall glares at you. "Late again, Sam. Same as usual."

"I'm sorry," you reply. "I was in the bathroom. I'm actually not feeling very well."

He looks you up and down. You often come late to class--who can blame you? It's right after lunch!--but you've always been a decent and (until today) honest student.

"You don't look so great," he says. "You should go see Ms. Halperin."

"OK, thanks. If you think so."

You wait until you leave class to smile from ear to ear.

You knock on the door to the nurse's office, which holds a special place of fondness in your heart. You were alone with a naked Rachel here once, and the last time you were here, you actually got Mrs. Pill herself to make you cum!

Sarah Halperin opens the door and politely and professionally asks you to come in. You're getting hot already knowing that under her sensible striped dress she's not wearing any panties, and you notice with a small smile that she washes her hands as she talks to you.

"It's Sam, right?"

"Yes, that's right. You remembered!"

"Well, I try to keep track of Rachel's friends. She tells me you've been a great partner for your photography project."

"Yeah, that's going really well," you say.

"So, honey, what's troubling you today? Mr. Marshall texted to say you have a stomach ache?"

"Um, yeah," you murmur.

"Well, it's all perfectly natural. Happens to the best of us. What's your poop like?"

You're shocked that she's asking you such a personal question so nonchalantly. But of course, this is her job!

"Um, it's fine?" you say, realizing it's much easier pretending to be confident online than it is to actually be confident in real life.

"Do you need some Gas-X, honey? I have some."

"Actually, I lied to Mr. Marshall."

"Oh, you did? Why did you do that, honey?"

"Um. Well, it's kind of embarrassing."

"Honey, no need to be embarrassed around me. And I hope you're not embarrassed about before, either. As I said, all perfectly natural."

You can't believe she brought up your "accident" last time you were here. You're dumbfounded at how casually she refers to your splooging in her dark hair, but you plow forward with your plan.

"Actually, I'm glad you brought that up."

"Oh?"

You remember the lie you told then. "Remember I told you about... Madison and me?"

"Yes, I do. If you didn't have crabs then, I'm sure you don't have them now."

"No, it's not that. It's... Well, you said to make sure we're using condoms."

"Of course! You should definitely be having safe sex."

"Well, that's just it. I... I can't figure it out."

"Oh? What do you mean?"

"Every time we... have sex... I take out a condom, but I can't figure out how to put it on. And then we just have sex without it."

"Oh no, dear, you shouldn't be doing that!"

"I know, I know... It's just... She's there, and I'm there..."

"I understand, dear, all perfectly natural."

"So I was hoping you could help me figure it out."

"Oh, of course, honey. I'd be happy to!"

Butterflies jostle your insides as the nurse turns to a cabinet behind her and takes out a jar of condoms and a wooden penis model. She talks you through the whole process, demonstrating each step.

"First, you tear the package. As sexy as you think it is, don't use your teeth! When you pull the condom out, you'll see that it's rolled up from one side. Put the rolled side against your penis... like this" she places the condom on the model "and then slowly roll it down your erect shaft." Her slender fingers on the wooden cock are enough to stir your fleshy one. "When you're finished with intercourse, you simply slide the condom off your penis, which should be easy since you'll have ejaculated and will be going soft. Dispose of the condom in a trash can; never flush it down the toilet!" She pulls the condom off the penis model, carefully ties the open end in a knot, and tosses it in the trash. "Now you try."

You remember that your nurse lives for this kind of stuff--that's why everyone calls her Mrs. Pill--and you can tell she's a pro. You fumble with the condom wrapper and place it on the penis model. There's something sensual about this practice session, and you bet your life on Sarah Halperin being at least as horny as you are.

You take the condom off the model and say, "That's fine. I actually did that in health class, too. But it's different with the real thing."

"I suppose it can be," she says quietly.

"So, if it's not too much trouble. I mean, I'm embarrassed but I really don't want to get Mads pregnant..."

"What do you mean, honey?"

"Will you show me how to put one on... myself?"