The waiting room had thinned out since I'd been here earlier, but there were still a couple girls who had yet to be seen. One of them, the pigtailed underclassmen--a freshman, maybe--who'd just been checking in as I'd left, was hunched over in a chair facing the door, tying up her pink converse. She looked up, at me, at Tiffany, and then at my exposed cock in Tiffany's hand. Her eyes lit up.
"You must be John. Mrs. Olivia is expecting you," the girl said, standing. She blushed, and added "She told me to tell you to, uh, just go right back there." Suddenly she picked up her Hello Kitty shaped backpack and hurried past us through the door. Embarrassed, it seemed. She wasn't the only one.
Tiffany watched the younger student walk out into the hall and then turned to me, still attentively stroking my manhood. "I could stay, just in case I need to be any help..."
"That's okay... you've helped enough. I think Mrs. Olivia will take it from here," I glanced back behind the counter, the now-empty table upon which that naked student from earlier had been brought to orgasm by the nurse for reasons still unknown to me. I was aware of the two remaining girls sitting nearby, their eyes level with my erection, watching Tiffany work in silence.
My erstwhile travel companion took my hand with her unoccupied one, and replaced her other hand on my dick with my own. "Guess this is up to you then," she said, wistfully almost, and then apparently not knowing what to do next, stood on her tiptoes and kissed me lightly on the cheek.
"Good luck, hope I see you in homeroom tomorrow..."
"You too."
"Bye John," and with that, Tiffany disappeared back into the halls.
Dick in hand, I went around to the other side of the counter. No sign of the nurse or her assistant. What gives?
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