Confess

A dozen excuses flood through your mind, each one increasingly implausible. You take one more look at the stern expression of Nurse Mileu, and then you make up your mind.

“Yes, I do know about it,” you say in resignation. You go on to explain the awful conditions of living with an odiferous roommate and how, when the opportunity came up to do something about it, you acted on impulse. You assure the nurse that you’ve never done anything like that before.

After you finish speaking, the nurse just stands there, tapping her foot, looking at you with an indecipherable expression. She then steps over to the pile of papers she gave you and flips through them before saying, “Well, at least you were actually doing the work I assigned to you. When I learned about this, I was certain you had come here and volunteered to help just so you could find more mischief to get into.”

You gulp, but say nothing.

The nurse sits on the edge of her desk, looking down at you thoughtfully. She crosses her legs, and even as terrified as you are, you can’t help but admire her long, toned legs. She is in a white nurse’s uniform — attire you didn’t even know anyone wore anymore except in cheesy porn movies. The short white skirt stands in stark contrast to her dark nylons. Your eyes quickly scan the full length of her legs, from her white medium-height heeled shoes, all the way up the hem of her skirt. With her legs crossed, her foot is mere inches from you and could kick you in the stomach if the mood struck her.

Realizing you probably shouldn’t be admiring her legs in a moment like this, you **** your eyes upward, but you cannot help but take in the upper half of her body, which nicely fills out the one-piece uniform. For a forty-something, she is in remarkably good shape, and you wonder just how much and what kind of support her ample breasts require. Your cock twitches involuntarily as your mind automatically begins replaying a scene you have watched several times on your computer — one involving a guy going to get a physical, and his busty nurse finds a way to rub her tits in his face with every procedure she performs until the two of them end up rutting on the exam table.

You realize your eyes have lingered for too long on her breasts and **** your gaze upward to Nurse Mileu’s face. There’s no way she could not have noticed that you were checking her out. You shift uncomfortably in your seat.

Finally, she speaks. Her voice is, thankfully, much softer. She leans forward slightly, folding her hands on her knee. “Look, Connor, I understand what it’s like to be your age and to have certain — urges.”

“Urges” is a very appropriate word at the moment, because when the nurse leaned forward, the thing most directly in your line of sight was her cleavage. You squirm some more and manage to find the effort to tip your head back slightly so you are looking up at her face again.

“But messing around with someone’s medicine is very dangerous,” she continues. “I don’t know what all you know or think you know about this girl’s condition, but I can tell you from personal experience that it is nothing to play around with.”

“Yes, ma’am,” you automatically respond. Only moments later do her words, “from personal experience” sink in. Your eyebrows go up in surprise. Surely the experience she is talking about is that of medically treating nymphomaniacs.

“I also understand how difficult the first year of college can be — particularly when you don’t know anyone and when you don’t really connect with your roommate. There are too many other things going on with all the changes in your life to have to try to deal with additional challenges like that.”

You nod, silently rebuking yourself for allowing your mind to even entertain, for a moment, that this not nurse is a nympho. Now that she’s spouting the usual adult stuff about “life changes” and shit, you settle in for what is going to be some lecture about the importance of getting a hobby, making friends, and buckling down on your studies.

Nurse Mileu leans down further, allowing you to look straight down the front of her uniform. You struggle to maintain eye contact with her, but when she doesn’t say anything for a few moments, you can’t help but let your eyes drop down and take in the welcoming sight. You close your eyes and give your head a slight shake to refocus your attention. When you open your eyes again, Nurse Mileu appears to be making a decision. You brace yourself to find out just how much trouble you have gotten yourself into.

“You know, Connor.... I wouldn’t want this to get around, because people might get the wrong idea, but I have an extra room at my house. It is right next to campus — an easy walk from here. If you’d like — for a while anyway — you could crash there. It would get you away from your smelly roommate, and I’d be able to keep an eye on you to make sure you don’t get yourself into more trouble.”

Your mouth falls open. This was the last thing you expected. “Sleep with you?” As soon as you realize what you said, you feel your face begin to burn, and you stammer, “I mean — STAY with you?? Not sleep... Not sure why I said that...” You realize you’re babbling, and you smack your cheek with your palm to shut yourself up.

Nurse Mileu just smiles and says, “There is a bed in that room where you can sleep, Connor. And yes, you are welcome to stay with me.” She looks at the pile of papers on her desk and then says, “Besides, I really do need some help here in the office, but I don’t have the budget to hire any student workers. If you will continue to help me out in here, we’ll consider the use of the guest room as your pay. Oh... and I may have a few things at the house that you could do for me.”

Things have turned out so much better than you expected that you need no time to consider the offer. “Absolutely! Thank you! I’d love to do you.” Again you feel your cheeks turning red. “I mean... I’d love to help you.”

The nurse smiles and places a hand on your shoulder. You feel the warmth of her hand radiate through your shirt, and once again you let your eyes go down to contemplate the mysteries that lie down the top of her uniform.

“That’s wonderful. Go ahead and get your things and meet me here at 5:00.”

She uncrosses her legs, stands, and walks to the door. The effort of not trying to catch a look at her crotch as she uncrossed her legs almost exhausted you. As the door closes behind her, you push your chair back and let out a long sigh of relief. You also grab at your crotch and try to **** your erection into submission.

“Damn it, man,” you say to yourself. “Get your cock under control. She’s just a nice lady who could have had your balls if she wanted to. You should be thinking of her more like a mom instead of lusting after her!” You get up from the chair, resisting the urge to revisit your memories of her legs and cleavage.

You exit the file room, and as you leave the health clinic altogether, your last impression of Nurse Mileu was the sight of her receiving the onslaught of medical forms being offered to her from half a dozen students at once. She didn’t even spare you a glance or a wave goodbye.

You get back to your room and are so distracted by things that you forget to breathe through your mouth when you open the door. The onslaught of foul air triggers a gag reflex, and it tells you that your suitemate has left the door between your room and the bathroom open again. You quickly throw together several changes of clothes, and anything else you think you might need.

“Going somewhere?” asks your suitemate, coming into your room.

“How come you keep opening the door to my room?” you ask him. “Don’t you care about privacy?”

“Relax,” he responds. “I’m just airing things out. It gets a bit stuffy in here.”

You explain to him that you’ve got another place to crash, and for a while, anyway, you aren’t going to be staying in your room.

“You have a girlfriend already?” he asks, incredulously. “I hope I score pretty soon.”

You think that the only girl who will give him a second look will be one who works at a stockyard or who has been born without a sense of smell. “Nah, it’s nothing like that,” you respond. “I just managed to find a place that is a bit more convenient for me. It probably won’t last too long.”

You are eager to get away from him so you say goodbye and head out of the door. Only as you are exiting your dorm do you realize it is still two hours before Nurse Mileu is expecting you back at her office.