I mean Fuuuck! Not Fuck.

You could tell Tanya was getting close.

How? Really?

Try the trembling legs, full body shakes, or the soft moaning take your pick.

Idiots…I swear.

Ahem…You could tell Tanya was getting close.

Keeping your eye trained on her you keenly awaited the epic finale.

However you quickly found yourself cock-blocked by a surprising source

Brenda.

Hearing her shout your name from the end of the hallway you groaned.

“Damnit girl you’re supposed to give orgasms not take them away!”

Prying your eyes from Tanya’s impending crescendo you pretended to tie your shoe before standing up and stealthily grabbing the door handle. Twisting it just enough to prevent an audible click from the latching mechanism you pulled it fully closed.

Sad face.

“I’ve been looking for you or Dr. Miller I checked the examination room but you both were gone. How’d the physical go?”

“Good. Good. Clean bill of health. Just need to schedule an appointment for some blood-work.”

“Awesome.”

Brenda glanced at the door beside you.

“What’re you doing by Dr. Miller’s office? Is she in there? I needed to follow-up with her about a couple of patients.”

Shit.

Switching your voice output module from a five to eleven you fired back at Brenda.

“No! No! Dr. Miller is not in her office right now. I ran into her earlier and she said she had another appointment to attend to!”

Hopefully that was loud enough.

You may be a pervert but you do have a code of ethics and that includes not letting someone get caught masturbating at work…unless they’re into that.

Kinky.

Brenda kneaded her eardrum.

“Okay, do you want to schedule that blood work with me then?”

She asked at the same level as you.

Fuck that was loud.

“Sure.” You answered returning to normal conversational levels.

Brenda took the lead. Giving you the chance to wiggle the door handle hopefully alerting Tanya to its unlocked status.

You are such a good person.

…

Back at the nurse’s station Brenda sat down behind the old dell monitor and began to schedule your appointment.

Ah the nurse’s station…

You thought back to your good times here.

Meeting Brenda’s boobs

Meeting Leah’s boobs

Meeting Brenda’s butt

Meeting Leah’s butt

Oh of course meeting the girls too.

Mhm, good memories.

Good memories! That was like at most an hour ago.

Doesn’t make them any less good (gestures to butts.)

Fair point.

“Joseph?”

Snapping back to reality you absentmindedly answered Brenda’s questions about insurance and scheduling.

Gah being an adult sucks.

To her credit Brenda dutifully jotted everything down never missing a beat.

Cleve….Don’t you start haven’t you ever heard of copyright.

Ugh fine.

Intellectually proficient girl.

Better!

Not really.

Still running on autopilot your eyes fell on the small gold medallion hanging from Brenda’s neck.

Huh how’d you miss that earlier?

Glancing down at the lovely pair of sweater puppies being tightly hugged by the ill-fitting scrubs you had your answer.

Right tits.

“Saint Agatha patron saint of nurses right?”

Evidently running on autopilot herself Brenda took a second to catch up.

“Huh, oh yes! It was a graduation gift from my abuela.”

She shyly fidgeted with the medallion.

“Are you Catholic?”

“Practicing no, but my mom Lilly did make me spend every Sunday of my youth in church shortly followed up by Sunday school.”

“You too?!”

You chuckled

“Forced me to go until I learned to spend every Saturday night sleeping over at a friend’s house. Wish I learned that trick sooner though would have saved me a lot of Hail Mary’s.”

Brenda blessed you with a short snicker.

“If it was up to my mama I’d still be spending every Sunday eating cookies and drinking apple juice in those tiny plastic chairs.”

This time it was you who snickered.

“What! You guys got cookies and apple juice man I feel gypped now! Damn I fuckin’ love apple juice!”

Brenda broke out into laughter continuing to chuckle until she let out an absolutely adorable snort.

Quickly covering her face and turning bright pink she stared at you horrified.

But it was too late now you were laughing just as hard.

You tried to shake her out of the funk.

“Aw, c’mon don’t be embarrassed that was heckin’ cute.”

Brenda turned even pinker.

“No it wasn’t! Stop laughing!” She whimpered lightly slapping your arm.

Yeah you just laughed harder

“Ass.”

She wasn’t wrong there.

Finally getting the last of the laughter out of your system. You started to die down. Needless to say a lot of people were now staring in your direction. But you didn’t care, it was so worth it. At least you thought it was until you felt an arm land around your neck.