Nicky cums, you eat her ass, MULTIPLE ORGASMS, GET OUT OF TROUBLE.

Nicky stares down at you from as you're kneeling between her splayed thighs, breathing in her compelling scent as as she sits on the counter of the former men's room at The Crater. Her blue jeans rest in a roll on the counter by her side, her silk men's-style boxer shorts folded on top, leaving her dressed in boots, socks, and collared shirt. She tilts her head and licks her lips.

Those eyes. That gaze. You can't look away.

"Well," she says. "Special attention. OK. First. Give me a really good exam up front. Touch me up. Taste me. You will do that for me, Gloria?"

"Yes, I'll taste you," you tell Nicky. Yes yes yes yes yes, you don't say out loud. "This is a very special exam just for you."

"You understand," Nicky says. "Then I want you to check out my butthole. I might cum, you know? After I've got my motor running up front, the back door starts getting tingly. Coco asked how it even works because she wanted to try it."

"Was not," Columbia hisses from behind you. Her shoes scrape on the concrete floor, and her billowy nylon coverall makes a little sound as she shifts her weight. Teasing seems to be part of Nicky and Coco's friendship, or maybe Nicky does it to everyone, or everyone she can get a rise out of.

You don't care. You're looking in Nicky's eyes, your mouth watering, your nose full of her scent, your own vulva seeping moisture. You'd thought at first Columbia was going to be tonight's little muffin, with her sexual fetish for nurses like Julie and yourself. Now kiss, she'd told her Barbie dolls, after dressing them like nurses. But Nicky had teased her way into first place, and now your knees rest on the foam kneeling bar Nicky had stashed under the sink. Your gloved, lubricated fingers, are warming up as you hold your hands, each with fingers bent and hooked to the other hand.

Julie stands ready by your side with a little bottle of lube open, a steady presence. You and Julie were hoping that Mary Forbes' college-age daughter Shasta, perhaps a nurse or doctor-to-be, would take a more than professional interest in the pelvic exam that Julie was in the stirrups, her legs spread for Shasta's first experience. By the time that disaster was sorted out, it was time to return the keys to the medical outreach bus. Hungry for each other's touch, needing someplace neither work nor home, here you were in the lesbian bar before opening hour, kneeling nose to vulva with one of The Crater's staff who had sneaked you all in before the start of her shift.

"Nurse?" Nicky prompts.

Woolgathering again, looking up into her eyes. You snap back to the moment.

"I can do that, Nicky," you say. "Anal examinations are commonly part of a pelvic. I've done many." But only one memorable one. Warmth rushes to your cheeks and ears. That night, you and Julie and Jeannie in the back room of the women's spa. The coppery taste of Jeannie Goodchild's anus on your tongue, her hips rolling as she exclaimed how beautiful the orgasm was that you brought her, then the splash of her waters breaking, a night in labor and delivery and the next day, baby Gloria Goodchild in Jeannie's arms. "Very common, part of the routine."

"If you say so, mom," Nicky says. "Good. Are you ready to start?"

So ready. Mary would say a prayer, you're sure.

"Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck," Columbia murmurs from behind you.

You clear your throat. "Yes," you say. You turn your head and get a nod from Julie, who stands ready. "All right, Nicky, let me know if my fingers need to be warmer. I'm looking forward to giving you a very thorough exam, Nicky. Now here's how we'll start..."

Nicky is ready. Very ready.

You touch here and there with your gloved, lubricated fingertips. At each palpation, each tap or push or gentle stroke, Nicky trembles or sighs. Her lubrication oozes freely from her vaginal entrance. The pretense of a medical examination drops away after two or three minutes, and instead of you explaining what you're touching and why, Nicky starts directing your touch.

"Oh yeah, you know," Nicky says. "You know your stuff, ah, fuuuuuuck yah." She closes her eyes and tilts her head back to the scratched mirror behind the counter. "More like that, more like that. There. There. Oh yeah, what do you think of my condition, Nurse?"

You look up from Nicky's luscious, beautifully filled-out vulva with its plump pink folds uncontainable by her outer labia, enhanced and not concealed by the sparse threads of hair curling up from her mons and outer lips. And so pink, swollen, and moist inside. "Your condition is beautiful," you say. "Sensitive. Responsive. Fragrant," you add, swallowing before your watering mouth spills over onto your lips. "You're right, I do want to inspect you with my tongue. Are you ready, Nicky?"

"So fucking ready," Nicky says. She scoots forward and lets you support her uplifted knees as you bend down to kiss.

Yes. You're never going to forget this taste.

Nicky twitches each time you kiss her labia, each time you stroke your fingertips across her folds. Her voice goes from words to moans, then back to words.

"Oh yeah Gloria, you got me, right there, right there, keep licking, uhhnnnnhhhh!" she groans. Her body tenses, her feet push down, and suddenly Nicky's squashing your face into her vulva with her hands clutching your head and her boot heels pressing hard into your upper back.

"Ohgodohgodohgod!" you hear Columbia from behind you.

But all you can think about is the luscious, thick, juicy vulva that's grinding up and down across your face with each roll of Nicky's hips, each low moan that bursts from her lips, each tickle of her sparse bush, and it's so beautiful, wonderful, tasting so good, if Nicky would just ease up on those heels digging into your upper back.

And eventually she lets loose.

"Oh wow. Oh Fuck. That was so good," Nicky says. I'm just floating on the feels. "Gloria, you ready for me to turn around so you can check out my exit door?"

"Any time, Nicky," you tell her. "That was wonderful for me too."

"Right fuckin' on, hope the rest of your date goes good," Nicky says. "Slidin' down."

Nicky slides her buttocks down and off the count.

"Is here good, or would you rather sit on the seat in a stall and have me bend over there?" Nicky says.

"Here's good, Nicky," you say.

Nicky turns round and bends over the counter. You adjust your position on the kneeling pad. There's a hint of some tattoo design on her lower back, but it doesn't show anything obvious beyond the tail of her button-front work shirt.

Nicky's definitely sensitive to touch. Even a few moist wipes give her the shivers.

"Oh this is going to be quick," Nicky says. "Time to look if you're gonna, Coco."
Coco crowds in close beside you, opposite Julie, whose presence is graceful and helpful.

"I'm going to use my tongue, Nicky," you tell her.

"You're braver than me, Gloria," Nicky says. "Watch out world, here I..."

Sensitive, twitchy, bitter and earthy under your tongue.

"...fuckfuckfuck AH!" Nicky cries out.

This climax is very quick, not like the first one from the front that rolled on and on. This time her knees won't hold her up, and she slides down from the counter until she bumps her chin with an "ow!" and lands in your lap.

The door to the former men's room creaks open.

"Nicky, are you here?" a woman's voice calls out. " I swear, half the time you're in here jilling off when it's time for your shift. Oh, there". Wait, what the fuck, Nicky?"

Columbia makes an annoyed, growling noise.

"Huh?" Nicky says, slowly reconnecting with here and now as she rests in your lap.

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