June cums, faints, +1 Forward as your husband arrives

June takes your hand and follows you eagerly to the master bedroom. You pull back the covers of the bed you share with your husband. It's midafternoon, so there should be plenty of time for you and June to explore what it could mean if she stays at the hospital for your sake. If Frances Cook maneuvered you into demonstrating how good a lesbian you could be to her, in order to save your job and reputation, it could help having some nurses on your side.

Someone like Julie Paul, who looks up to you.

Or someone like June Phillips, who's wrapping herself round you right now.

"Can I kiss you?" she says.

You bend your head forward and answer with your lips, pulling June down onto the bed with you.

It's exciting, feeling the young redheaded nurse quiver against you. Her kisses are eager, wet, and hungry. Yours are slower, softer. She tugs at your blouse, and bit by bit, as you roll around on the bed with June, she works off your nurse's whites, top and bottom, leaving you in brassiere, panties, and stockings.

"May I take off your pajamas, June?" you ask.

"Oh, yes, please!" June says.

You tug at her waistband, peeling down the bottoms of her borrowed pajamas -- your daughter's old "Supergirl" set from high school -- while June pulls off the pajama top.

In a moment you confirm your revelations from that day with Mary Forbes.

June has a beautiful vulva, with lovely pink lips meeting at the top in the hood over her clitoris, the tip of her pleasure center. You feel happy just seeing it spread for you. For you.

"Oh, you're lovin' it, hon," Mary Forbes had told you. "You're gonna want to eat nursie pie every day."

Your nose twitches at the scent of June's excitement. You feel moist between your legs. And hungry for her.

"I want you," you tell June.

"Yes, yes!" June says.

You bow your head between June's legs and moisten your lips with your tongue, then tilt your chin to kiss there.

"Oh!" June says.

Between her lips, wet and hot. Her taste. Salt, tart, slippery, coppery.

June whimpers. She trembles. Her breath comes in uneven gasps. As you kiss and lick, her body shakes. Her voice rises, coming out in little moans. Before long she kicks her legs out wide. The little moans become one long, high moan of joy. Her body tenses and her hips roll up and down. She falls limp, flushed and perspiring.

You laugh happily. "Oh, June," you say.

"More, Gloria, more!" June pleads.

With your fingers, lips, and tongue, you work June through two more climaxes. After the second, she lies motionless, breathing slowly. She's fainted again.

You hear the hum and rattle of the garage door opener. Your husband's home. Early.

You kick your discarded uniform under the bed and tuck the covers up around the sleeping Nurse Phillips. You grab a robe from the closet and move to intercept your husband.

You hope he doesn't notice that your chin, lips and fingertips are damp with June Phillips' girl juice.

"Vincent?" you say.

Take +1 XP (4 total).

Roll +Cool(+1) (+0 Cool, +1 Forward) to Stalk your husband Vincent.