Alone at last

Sitting in Mrs. Pill's--no, Sarah's--office, you try to make sense of what you experienced. I'm sure it was all perfectly professional from her point of view, you tell yourself. I'm an adult, after all, and she was doing her job.

Now, though, you're naked and alone in the nurse's office, and your mind wanders to what mischief you might get into next. You see Sarah's purse on the floor and the jacket on the back of her chair. A laptop computer sits open on the desk with a fresh incognito Chrome browser tab waiting for a user.

This catches your attention. You recall how suddenly the receptionist whisked you into this office, and you wonder what the nurse was up to when you arrived. Shielded from the door by the privacy curtain, you sit on Sarah's chair and take a look at her browser.

What the fuuuuuuck?! you shout to yourself as you see what open tabs hide behind the fresh one. Never saw this in her browser history.

Porn. Several tabs of porn. You see tags like "teen boys" and "freshman fucks," and you're reminded that Sarah likes her men to be a certain age. You don't know how she managed to surf porn at work (The teachers have their own wifi network?), but your heart races to discover yet another intimate secret about the sexy nurse.

There's a knock at the door, and you quickly restore the fresh incognito tab. You sit back on the examination table as you call out, "Come in."

Sarah enters her own office and speaks to you through the privacy curtain. "I grabbed some clothes from the laundry area; you can use these to get back to the locker room." Her hand appears around the edge of the curtain, handing you a fresh spare gym uniform. Wouldn't be the first time I've worn one of those in here.

You dress quickly and open the privacy curtain yourself. Sarah is smiling at you, her blouse now sensibly buttoned. "All right, Sam, I think you'll be fine. Enjoy your weekend."

"Thanks for everything, Sarah," you say, smiling back. You glance over your shoulder to see her sitting down to her computer as you exit her office.

Your mind is swimming as you head back to the locker room. It's still the middle of sixth period, and the empty halls remind you of the shenanigans of That Night. Somehow, today is shaping up to be just as unlikely, and you're wondering if it could possibly turn as exciting. Or humiliating...

Your brain and your penis are still in dialogue as you enter the boys' locker room to change. You quickly get your school clothes on, and one of the coaches enters the locker room from the office.

"Oh, hi, Sam," he says. "You feeling OK?"

"Yes, thanks," you reply. "The nurse took care of me."

"Glad to hear it. Nothing broken?"

"Nope, I'm fine!"

"Great. OK, you get back to class. I'm going to clear out before the guys come back to change."

He leaves, reminding you that this office and the girls' coaches' office will both be empty now for students to change unobserved. As you remember that sixth period gym is the other block reserved for senior swimming, your brain surrenders to your cock.

Taking out your keys, you head into the boys' coaches' office. You unlock the water main closet at the back of the office and make your way to the other side.

You can still remember trembling as you made your way to The Home Depot the Saturday after That Night to copy the ring of janitor's keys. Mr. Guerra asked me to make a new set for the student interns, you had lied. The 19-year-old couldn't care less, and when you deposited the ring back where you found it the night before, you retained the power to access any room in this school whenever you wanted.

Now, you're trembling again as you listen intently at the entrance to the girls' coaches' office. Hearing nothing, you bravely (stupidly?) open the door.

The office is empty and dark. You take in the perfect view of the showers and most of the lockers that you've come to be accustomed to - only now, a different batch of girls is about to be on display.

And in they come. Blondes, brunettes, a redhead or two - all wearing bathing suits that you know are about to be peeled off. Even with Rebecca's efforts these past few weeks, most of the cheerleaders most of the time have kept their underwear on; this is an entirely different story.

You regret not having the fancy digital camera from the Industry and Technology lab, but your phone will do the trick.

At first, you're overwhelmed by the possibilities. Where do I look first? Your eyes dart from tit to tit, from ass to ass, barely having an opportunity to absorb what you can see. The girls don't have a ton of time to change, so things are moving rather quickly.

You convince yourself to slow down for a minute and focus. You settle on two girls wearing one-piece swimsuits. You recall their names, Jordan and Monica, and when you see the silver crosses on their necks, you remember that they're the co-presidents of the Fellowship of Christian Athletes. They lead prayers sometimes at the beginning of football games, and they're known to be very conservative and reserved.

You're surprised when they take their clothes from their lockers and walk over to the showers. They're the only two in that area, and you have to pick: the two of them or the rest of the class.

As Jordan starts to slide one arm out of her swim suit, you choose the two of them. From the looks of it, these girls aren't about to shower - they just wanted a bit of privacy to change. They're facing away from one another and not talking; all very prim and proper.

Jordan has blond ringlets and soft, white skin. Monica is a curvy girl, very tan with long brown hair. Jordan pulls first one arm into her swim suit and then the other. Swiftly, she pushes the whole thing down to the floor, allowing her C-cup tits to sway a bit as she steps out of her suit. Her pubic hair is unkempt and dark brown, and as she towels off her wet body, she spends only the briefest of moments at her pussy.

Meantime, Monica's profile is toward you. So when she shimmies out of her swimsuit, you're treated to the sight of her D-cup side-boob hanging in the air. She faces the wall to towel off, displaying a voluptuous ass that you could bury your hands in.

The blonde is facing you, tits and pussy on display; the tan ass of her best friend is sticking out as she bends over to take clothes out of her gym bag. If you hadn't just blown a load onto the school nurse, you'd be wanking yourself right now. But you're happy to be adding to the spank bank for later.

The Christian prudes dress quickly, so you do end up catching a few last nipples and tufts of pubic hair from the slower, mellower girls in their class. You don't know all their names, but you do now know their cup sizes.

Once all the girls are dressed (or at least back in their underwear), you make your way back to the boys' locker room. The guys have dressed much more quickly and only one or two remain. You wait for the last one to exit before letting yourself out of the office.

Using your brain again (for once), you take a piss before heading out just as the bell rings for the last class of the day.