Mrs. Olivia runs an analysis

“Alright, I’m gonna go run an analysis on this…” She gently stirred a whirlpool in the urine with one bare finger, “…sample. It should take no more than maybe ten minutes, but homeroom just started, so you can just wait out in the waiting area until I’ve finished it.”

I hesitated, being all too aware of my nakedness to go mingle with the attractive, suggestively dressed (and in one case, completely undressed, seeing as Sarah still sat out there reading a magazine and letting an enema bag slowly empty into her) girls in the waiting room. I blushed, and unable to bring myself to actually outright ask for my clothes back, I gestured down at my crotch and simply let out a quiet, “but… but…”

The nurse either didn't understand the implication or chose to ignore my objection. “Just have a seat over there” She reiterated, pointing toward the waiting area, then went into a back office, passing through the doorway that Amanda had taken my clothing earlier.

Amanda sat down in the nurse’s swivel chair, let out a great sigh and stretched her legs into a comfortable position, spreading them wide, making clearly visible the soft pink tissue that lay inside her vagina. Her bush was thick but neatly landscaped, and the slit itself was bare to the world. I wasn't sure she'd mind me staring but I didn't want to risk it, so I tore my gaze away.

I grumbled and resigned myself to my fate, walking naked over to the waiting area. All the girls stealthily watched as I approached. It was a full house, all seats filled, aside from two narrow spots on either side of the still-naked Sarah, one playing host to her half empty enema bag. I sat down in the other one, my bare thigh sliding against the top of Sarah’s silky smooth leg as I lowered my bottom onto the cool plastic seat. She however didn’t even look up from her magazine.

After I sat down, I could see the title of the magazine she was so intently reading, Teenage Lesbians. The subtitle read, “The #1 source for underage Lesbian action!” Who knows where she had found such a magazine, it didn’t really matter to me at the moment. Sarah’s hand quivered near her crotch as if she could barely resist touching herself.

Amanda had no such reservations, apparently. I looked up and saw she now had her hand between her legs quietly fingering herself. She let out a little moan and a shudder, almost absent-mindedly, lifted her fingers to her mouth, licked them a few times, and then went back to work on her pussy.

After ten minutes of watching Amanda masturbate, looking over Sarah’s bare shoulder at the magazine pictorial of naked youths (Who might I add seemed to be having a very good time), and fruitlessly trying to position myself as to avoid the gaze of those students walking by the large picture window that separated the nurse's office from the hallway, Mrs. Olivia finally emerged from the back with the container of urine in her hands.

“John, you can come back now,” I could tell by the tone of her voice she had bad news.

I stood up, penis erect and swinging around in front of me like a baton, and walked over to the topless nurse who beckoned me. She handed the container of pee to her pantless aide, who sat it on her bare lap. A little spilled, further dampening her tangle of pubic hair, but Amanda seemed unperturbed by it, apparently appreciating the warmth. She dipped her fingers in and flicked at the surface of the liquid playfully, splashing more of it onto herself.

“You might want to sit down...”

I sat down on a tall stool, its metal surface cold against my bare ass. Mrs. Olivia kneeled down in front of me, her nipples brushing against my knees. She gently held my stiff member in her hand, treating it as tenderly as one would treat an injured bird. With her other hand she petted it as softly as a kitten. Each caress sent shivers down my spine.

“It’s just what I thought it is, unfortunately. You are in the earliest stages of a disease which has risen to an epidemic levels among the male population of our school, affecting the scrotum and the penis. It starts with a feeling of building pressure in the affected area, due to highly increased sperm production. If treated, it’s quite curable, but often people in early stages are either not concerned enough to seek treatment or are too embarrassed. If left untreated, it can… do serious damage.” She looked quite concerned, and gave my penis a reassuring gentle squeeze.

Shit, I thought. “What sort of treatment are we talking about here?”