SCHOOL NURSE III

Ria almost didn't open the message.

She was sitting at her desk after the last student had left, still flushed from the memory of Ella's mouth and the way her own thigh had trembled against the exam bed the day before.

The office still had a faint smell of sex and Ella's perfume. She had just locked the door and was about to hit the road when her phone lit up.

Ella: Dinner tonight, don't be late.

Ria stared at the screen for a long time. Every rational part of her screamed that this was a terrible idea. They had already crossed every professional line and keeping this up outside the safety of locked office doors was reckless.

Dangerous and stupid you'll say.

She moved her thumbs to type but she didn't reply. She put her phone into her scrub pockets, closed the windows and blinds for the office and left the building.

At 7:50 Ria stood outside Ella's house door with a heart that had dropped to her stomach. She had changed out of her scrubs into a simple blouse and jeans.

She turned the door knob and walked in, she had been here before and everything was just in it's position. She was walking into a familiar place but yet it seemed as though she was just coming for the first time.

Ella walked out of the kitchen wearing nothing but an oversized white button up shirt that barely reached mid thigh. Her hair was down, wet and a little messy. A glass of wine in her hand and a smile plastered on her face.

“You didn't reply, I thought you wouldn't show.” Ella said, stepping to the side.

Ria kept walking closer. “Sorry.” That was all she said, no excuses.

Ria looked around. “I pressed the bell and no one answered so I walked in.”

“It's fine.” Ella started, “I asked the house manager to take a night off.

The apartment smelled like burning oud, its usual scent. No food cooking,no spices, just a clean scent of oud.

Ria couldn't help but notice the empty dining table. “Where's the food?”

Ella closed the door behind Ria and locked it.

Ella walked past Ria slowly without giving her an answer. The hem of her shirt brushing the top of her thigh. She stopped in front of the table, placed the wine glass down by her right and sat carefully at the top of the table. Ria's eyes followed Ella as if waiting for an answer.

“I never said I was cooking.” Ella answered finally but lazily.

“You said dinner at your place by 8.” Ria replied, confusion plastered on her face.

“But I don't recall saying I'm cooking.” Ella said with a smile.

“So what are we doing here?”

“Don't rush, nurse.”

“Ella!” Nurse Ria let out.

“Come on now, anger doesn't suit you.” Ella walked up to Ria.

Ria's eyes glued to the tiles ground. “I'm not angry, I'm just…”

“Tense,” Ella pauses. “Yeah I can feel it.” She plants a kiss on Ria’s lips.

No movement from Ria.

“No need to be,” another kiss on her neck. “You're with me.” A kiss around her collarbone.

“I don't like where this is going.”

“Shhh!” Placing her hand on Ria's lips. “You do, you just don't want to admit it.”

“Ella-”

“Enough talking, come on.” Dragging her hand as she leads the way.

“Wait right here.” Ella gave her a sit at the dinning table and left.

Ella went into the kitchen and brought out a glass of wine and another glass.

“Hold this.” Handing the glass over to Ria as she pours her a glass of wine.

“What now?” Ria asked.

Ella chuckled. “Let's play a game.”

“I'm listening.”

“Truth or dare,” Ella said with a smile playing on her face.

“That's childish,” Ria said, with a bit of disgust.

“Maybe,” Ella tilted her head. “But you still came. So truth or dare, nurse Ria?”

Ella sat right down at the dining, maintaining eye contact with Ria, she sipped her drink.

Ria hesitated and muttered, “truth.”

“Have you ever touched yourself thinking about me?”

Ria's cheeks flushed, the question hit hard. She looked away for a second. “Yes.”

“How many times?”

“That's two questions.”

Ella laughed. “Fair enough.”

Ria took another sip. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

Ria blinked, she definitely wasn't expecting her to pick dare. “Unbutton the first three buttons of that shirt.”

Ella did it slowly, deliberately without breaking eye contact. The shirt opened revealing just enough to show the curves of her breasts and sat without adjusting or changing her position.

“Your turn.” Ella said.

“Truth.”

“When I was eating you out on the exam bed, did you want me to keep going even after you came?”

“Yes.”

Ella's eyes darkened.

They went back and forth.

Ria stuck with truth, carefully answering Ella's questions about how wet she got thinking about her.

Then Ella chose to dare again.

“Kiss me,” Ria muttered, more like a challenge.

Ella went down on all fours, walked over to Ria on the dining table. Her unbuttoned shirt revealed her boobs as she leaned forward without hesitation.

The kiss was slow at first, tasting of wine, tongue slid against Ria's soft and teasing. When she pulled back Ria's lips were red and a bit swollen. Ella giggled and walked back to her seat.

“”My turn,” Ella whispered

Ria dropped her glass down. “Dare.”

Ella's smile was pure mischief, like she had been waiting for this opportunity. “Take off your jeans, I want to see your pussy.”

Ria stared at her for a long time before she stood. Unbuckled her jeans and pushed them down her legs, she did the same for her panties. She stepped out of them and sat back down wearing only her blouse and nude ass.

Ella's eyes dropped between her legs.

“Truth” Ella said before she was asked.

Ria's voice was a little lower. “Have you ever brought anyone here like this?”

Ella answered immediately, “only you.”

The honesty in her voice made something tight in Ria's chest. It made her tummy heavy but it made her feel more important than she thought she was.

Another round came.

Ella chose dare

“Sit on the table properly,” Ria said. “And open your legs for me.”

Ella obeyed, no complaints whatsoever. She shifted until she was at the edge of the table, knees spreading slowly. The shirt rode up completely, the cool breeze slapped her bare ass and pussy. It was almost as if Ella was enjoying this a little too much.

Ria's breath caught.

Ella's voice dropped. “Truth or dare, nurse?”

“Dare”

Ella picked up her wine glass, tilted it to the top and poured it slowly from the front of her body in a thin stream, running between her breasts down her stomach and straight between her open thighs.

“Come here,” Ella loosened up a bit. “And have your dinner