The disease

"Heather, I'm afraid you're displaying the symptoms. I'm going to have to check you out." You say with a hint of excitement in your voice. Heather was always the first to torment you about something ever since your freshmen year. She was a natural blonde who had developed into a fine young woman. Her tits were definitely the best thing about her. Often, Heather would flaunt her DD assets at you which would result in your humiliation.

"Whatever dweeb. Just hurry up and check me out already. I don't wanna have to sit here and talk to your ugly face for much longer." You never thought you'd get her permission for something like this as she slides off her panties and shows you her bush. The other girls make way for Heather's legs as she spreads them across the bench. With two fingers she spreads her pussy open.

"I'm going to have to do a quick inspection with my fingers." You pinch two fingers and gently move them in and out of your rival's pussy.

"Ahhhh." The soft sound escaped her lips as you thrust your fingers backwards and forwards. Your dick stood to attention as she moved her hands and began to massage her breasts through the material of her bra of her own accord.

You could continue but you want to try something else. "Heather, I'm sorry but it seems you have the disease." The girls around her gasped and started to back away from Heather.

"What do you mean I have the disease?! I work out everyday! I make sure I keep healthy! There's no way I carry this disease you liar!" Heather spat in your direction.

"I'm afraid you showed the symptoms. You're blonde with big tits which doesn't help your chances but also your pussy was extremely loose. The main cause of this disease is slutty behaviour which is why you seem to have such a severe case. Luckily I'm here as you need me for the cure."

"Hurry up and tell me the cure you wimp!" She was almost grovelling now which you found particularly amusing.

"I guess it would be selfish of me to keep the cure to myself."