Duncan Fox - The naughty nurse

Lorraine let herself be herded to the shower.

"When you break, you sure do it up fine," Joyce muttered. "Come on, you need a shower – you smell like a stale fish and Scotch."

"Don't like showers," Lorraine muttered as she was urged over the edge of the tub and under the pounding spray. Her roommate dragged her panties down and off and then undid the hooks of her bra.

"Get in there," Joyce ordered, giving Lorraine a shove. "I guess another shower won't hurt me, too."

After stripping off her own panties, Joyce stepped into the tub and slid the door closed. Joyce's hands were strong and determined. Lorraine was shoved under the spray, and turned around and around, first one way and then the other. The jet of water spattered her tits, then her asscheeks and back. When the water ripped over her tits, her nipples stiffened abruptly. The feel of Joyce's firm hands made Lorraine painfully aware of her nakedness.

The spinning and turning was too much for Lorraine's over-loaded stomach suddenly. She threw up. Joyce made a face and stood back out of the way until the spasms passed, then turned Lorraine and let the shower rinse away the foulness. "Christ, as if I didn't have enough on the ward," Joyce grumbled.

"Just let me drown," Lorraine moaned. She tried to sink down so she could sit.

"No, now stand up, damnit," Joyce swore. "Got to get you cleaned up." Taking the soap, she quickly lathered Lorraine's face. "Keep your eyes closed, stupid!"

Lorraine stopped trying to sit down. She let herself be turned so the shower rinsed the soap off her face. Joyce's hands touched her tits, and Lorraine felt a wave of heat sweep through her whole body. Her tits felt like hard pebbles under Joyce's palms. Lorraine felt her tits being molded, squeezed, lifted and pressed.

"God, have you ever got a body!" Joyce murmured. "Makes me drool."

The hands left her tits, and Lorraine felt a surge of disappointment. The pleasant feelings faded. She was turned, and her back was being washed. Then her ass was being massaged by soapy hands. She liked having her asscheeks pressed and massaged the way her tits had been.

"Look at that ass," Joyce sighed. "Yum! It's no wonder Stern spends half his shift at your station."

Soapy hands slithered between Lorraine's tits stroked the crack of her ass. Another wave of heat surged through her. She remembered Angelo's thumbs parting and plumbing Kathy Dell's asshole, and felt her pussy drooling hotly.

Joyce finished with Lorraine's ass. Lorraine's pleasure faded as the hands slid down tier graceful legs.

"Smells like stale fish," Joyce muttered. "Spread your legs."

Lorraine spread her legs eagerly. Joyce's fingers lathered Lorraine's bush. Lorraine was rocked by waves of heat. Her cunt was pressed and rolled, and her cunt-lips were parted. Lust flooded through her.

"Even your cunt is soft and delicious," Joyce muttered. "Jeez, you've got equipment in places where I don't even have places. And you don't even use it."

Joyce was kneeling as she carefully washed her roommate's pussy. Lorraine was being carried along on a wave of fire as Joyce's fingers probed and explored her hot slippery cunt-flesh, rolled and tormented her aroused clit. Joyce brushed over her piss-hole, explored the gates of her cunt.

Lorraine had a sudden overwhelming urge to pee. Before she could control it, she felt the first hot, stinging trickle. "Look out," she croaked as the flood burst from her twat.

"Ooops," Joyce responded as the yellow flood poured over her hands and arms. "Oh, well. It'll wash off."

"I'm sorry," Lorraine apologized groggily.

"That's okay. Nurses are used to getting pissed on," Joyce said casually. "Kind of kinky, really." She went back to washing her roommate's pussy.

Lorraine trembled.

"Oh, missed your asshole," Joyce muttered. "Beg pardon, 'your anus'."

Excitement surged through Lorraine. A hard, soapy finger touched tier asshole! Her asscheeks clenched at the probing touch.

"Damnit, don't shit on me, too," Joyce grumbled.

"I won't," Lorraine managed to groan. "Oooooh!"

"Like that, huh? Well, so do I, sometimes," Joyce muttered.

Lorraine wanted to beg Joyce to do anything she wanted, but her fear of being thought a lesbian made her throat knot.

Joyce probed into the hot, slippery tunnel of Lorraine's cunt, and Lorraine was engulfed by waves of fire.

Joyce pumped her thumb in and out of Lorraine's streaming twat. "Might as well explore all avenues."

Lorraine relaxed as a soapy finger probed her asshole, twisted slowly into her tight bung bored up into her shitter. Lorraine tipped her head back. A finger hit her clit. Lorraine convulsed as an electric jolt ripped along her nerves.

A finger pumping in her asshole, a thumb in her cunt, and her clit being rolled against her pubic arch, Lorraine was in heaven. She was grunting and whining as her pleasure soared. She felt the flame of her orgasm blossoming through her body, felt her cunt flooding, her asshole spasming. The signs of her coming had to be obvious. But Joyce showed no sign of dismay.

"That's it, that's it," Joyce murmured. "That's my girl."

The pleasure faded, and Lorraine's exhausted muscles relaxed. She slumped wearily as the finger left her ass, the thumb slithered out of her cunt. Her pussy-lips closed.

Joyce got to her feet. "Let's get the soap off you. How do you feel?"

Lorraine thought a minute. "Horrible."

They got out of the shower.

"You fall apart and I got to work harder," Joyce muttered as she rubbed Lorraine briskly with a towel. "God knows, no one else would cover for me the way you do."

"You cover for me, too," Lorraine said as they stood naked in the small bathroom.

"Here, take these," Joyce said, giving Lorraine two aspirin, a vitamin pill, and a stomach mint. "What a long lunch break!"

"I haven't had lunch in days," Lorraine said sourly.

"Come on, let's go in the bedroom," Joyce exclaimed. "Jeez, I wish they'd get the air conditioning fixed! Thank God it isn't too hot." She pulled down the covers on her bed. "Lie down while I get some goodies. Then we'll talk."

Lorraine lay down on Joyce's bed. She wasn't sure she wanted to talk. But her resistance had been sapped by the events of the past few days.

Joyce came back in the room with an ashtray, tobacco pouch, and cigarette papers. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she carefully rolled two cigarettes.

"Here," she said, handing one to Lorraine.

"I'd rather smoke my own."

"It's grass, dummy," Joyce snorted. "It'll help your hangover. Lemme use part of the pillow."

Joyce's shoulder and upper arm pressed against hers. Out of the corner of her eye, Lorraine could see the alert buds of Joyce's tits, the gentle mounds of her small tits.

"Take a deep drag and hold it in," Joyce ordered, lighting Lorraine's reefer. "Then give it to me."

"What's the other one for?" Lorraine asked. She felt a strange lightness surge through her as she exhaled the faded blue smoke.

Joyce's eyes were closed. She handed the weed back. "For when this one is done," she answered. "Oooooh, that's good."

For a while all the two naked women did was just smoke.

As the second reefer passed back and forth, Lorraine told her roommate about what had happened since Stern's fondling had released her pent-up lust. Without thinking about it, Lorraine let her leg rest against Joyce's.

"I'm falling out of bed," Joyce complained, easing her arm around Lorraine's neck.

"Sorry," Lorraine apologized, lifting her head and slipping her arm under Joyce's back.

"It's okay," Joyce said. Her forearm brushed Lorraine's soft tits, made her tits burn and harden. "So, you were horny – which is understandable – and you did something about it."

"But with patients," Lorraine groaned. "And kids, at that!" She sucked in smoke and felt herself floating higher.