Miss: You quickly have an audience in the shower

It's a pure delight to be in the shower with Olivia and Margarita. Though your new orientation has given you a keen appreciation for the female nudity you encounter in the showers every day at work, knowing your shower-mates share that appreciation is truly wonderful.

The tiled shower cubicle on this side of the cottage has a nautical motif, with themes of blue, green, and white.

"Soap me up, Gloria?" Olivia says.

You soap up your hands from a dispenser on the shower wall. The pearly fluid you recognize from the hospital as a mild-nonirritating blend enriched with moisturizers that reminds you of fresh semen. You run your soapy hands up and down the length of Olivia's long-limbed brown body. Pausing at the top of her rear cleft, you look a question at her. She smiles, showing bright white teeth.

"Dive right in, Gloria," Olivia says. You slide your hands between her taut buttocks and rub the mild soap into her black rosebud. "Oh yeah, that's nice, rub some more," she says. "You have nice hands."

"Do me, do me," Margarita begs.

Olivia laughs. "Wait'cher turn," she says. But the tall young woman quickly yields to her pal, and you get to work, caressing Margarita's soft golden skin with soapy hands.

"Isn't she good at that?" Olivia says when you start soaping between Margarita's cheeks.

Margarita sighs and quivers as your soapy fingers rub over her tight little anal pleats.

"Inside," Margarita says. "Inside now. Ohhhh."

You slide your soapy fingers in and out of Margarita's tight little ring, rinsing, soaping, rinsing again. Margarita lets out little giggles as she pushes back on your finger.

"There, all clean!" you say. Your mouth waters. Olivia or Margarita first?

There's a peal of laughter. You look around, startled to see you have an audience. Brenda Box is standing there with Dot the freckled redhead, and Anna, her ice-blonde friend. Dot is standing open-mouthed, while Anna's tongue tip moistens her lips. Kelly and Jennifer aren't in view.

"Wash me next?" Brenda asks.

The director of fundraising and outreach for nurse training shrugs her robe off her shoulders and kicks off her foam sandals, leaving her nude but for the diamond ring on her wedding finger. She tosses her head, her brunette hair falling quickly back into its sharp-edged cap cut. She steps onto the shower, Margarita and Olivia making way for her.

"Show the girls how it's done," she says.

"Very well," you say.

You turn Brenda's imposition into an opportunity to demonstrate with her as a model. As you wash and rinse, you point out the details you're touching, asking Brenda questions. "Healthy nipples, and look at that response," you say. "What kind of touch do you enjoy?"

"Hard sucking," Brenda says, "Really firm touch, oh ohhhhwwwyes, yes!" You twist Brenda's prominent pink nipples tightly between finger and thumb.

You smooth a soapy washcloth across her soft belly. You trace your fingers over a faint long scar line. "Your C-section healed well," you say. "That was your most recent pregnancy?"

"Yes," Brenda says.

"How does pregnancy affect your sexual functioning?" you ask, soaping the fine brown hair on Brenda's plump, pillowy mound.

"The first time -- I was very young -- I felt sick a lot, so it didn't help at all," Brenda says. "But the second time I just couldn't get enough. I was wearing Tom out."

"What did you do?" you ask her, your fingers stroking lower, along the sides of Brenda's plump labia.

"Ahh," Brenda says. "Dr. Cutler...she helped me. Found me, ahh. Lovers. Women."

You're surprised. Dr. DeLoria Cutler was a plump, motherly-looking woman with smooth dark skin and beautifully kept curls, beloved by staff and patients. She always had one or two trainees trailing along...Oh.

There's an occasional gasp or giggle from the audience as Brenda reveals her sensual tastes, pregnancies and sexual history to the nurse trainees. Your caressing hands rouse her and the warm, falling water soothes her.

You bend close to Brenda's ear. "So what do you want to show off?"