Wanna Grab Coffee?

The supply closet door creaked open, and Lena pulled back from our hug with a soft smile, her hand lingering on my arm just a second longer than necessary. 'Break time's coming up. Let's grab some coffee in the lounge—no pressure, just company.'

Her voice was that steady warmth again, cutting through the fog of my homesickness like a familiar melody. I nodded, my bulge still twitching faintly from the accidental brush against her thigh, the thin scrubs doing nothing to hide the thick outline as we walked side by side down the hall.

Eyes followed us—another nurse glancing down, her gaze sticking to the way my cock strained subtly with each step—but with Lena beside me, it felt less like judgment and more like a shared secret.

We settled into the lounge, a quiet corner away from the vending machines' hum, the fluorescent lights casting a harsh glow on the worn plastic chairs. I sat across from her at a small table, my legs crossed instinctively to tame the swell between them, but the fabric pulled tight anyway, outlining every ridge of my thickening shaft.

Lena's eyes dipped there immediately, greedily tracing the bulge as she sipped her coffee, her dark ponytail swaying slightly as she leaned forward.