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Seconds before I came, I turned my head toward Paul again. I wanted to heighten my climax by watching him. I saw his dick in one hand and his camera phone in the other, filming the action. He was not bothering to slow himself down anymore. He was tugging his own prick fast and furious, and his whole body shook as he approached the point of no return. I breathed deeply, allowing the climax to wash over me, lifting me up, waves of pleasure enveloping my body. When I had my orgasm, I made a point of keeping my eyes wide open, looking straight into the camera as I wailed and moaned like a wild animal. Paul moved toward us as his spunk shot across the hood of the car and decorated my face, neck, and tits.

At the sight of Paul's come all over me, Jim couldn't hold back. Ripping his dick out of my hole, he took it in his hand and gave himself one final squeeze before he unloaded a jet of warm, white liquid on my belly and the hood. I rubbed the liquid into my skin, mixing Paul's spunk with Jim's, massaging myself as though it was an expensive body lotion.

The experience was so intense that we were all lost for words. We dressed, got back in the car, and continued our journey, each of us lost in our own version of the experience we'd just had.

We drove in silence for a few miles. Eventually Jim, looking far younger than his twenty-odd years, fell asleep in the backseat. Paul and I whispered excitedly together.

"I can't believe we did it!" I said to him.

"You were so hot," he whispered back. "I can't wait to get back and watch the video I took of his dick in your hole and my spunk all over your face. Christ, I'm getting hard again just thinking about it."

"It's almost a shame he's still here," I said, lowering my voice and glancing back at the sleeping student. "Funny, now that I've fucked him, I kind of want to get rid of him."

"Yeah," Paul agreed. "But what can we say? We used you-now please find your own way back home? A promise is a promise."

"You're right," I replied, giggling. "Although he might not mind. I mean, he's got a great story to tell his friends now, hasn't he?"

Eventually we got a little sleepy and decided that we needed a coffee to perk us up for the rest of the journey. We spotted another service station (a fully operational one this time) and pulled up to stretch our legs and refresh ourselves before the last leg. As the car braked, Jim woke up.

"Oh, fuck," he said sheepishly, embarrassed that he'd fallen asleep. "Sorry. Are we there yet?"

"Just stopping for a coffee," said Paul. "Do you want one?"

"I'll be okay with a can of Coke," Jim said. The three of us ambled over to the cafe, where Paul and I ordered coffees while Jim bought a Coke and drank it sitting outside. We took advantage of his absence to snuggle into a booth and replay as much of the video on Paul's phone as we dared. I felt a fresh seep of moisture between my legs as I watched myself remove my bra, teasing the poor young student.

"God," said Paul, sensing my arousal, and slid his hand between my legs. "I can't wait to get you home. I'm ready to go again."

"Oh! You're like a young man of twenty, now!" We both started laughing.

When we finished our coffee and returned to the car, Jim was nowhere to be found and his backpack was missing from the backseat. Underneath the windshield wiper was a note.

"Thank you for the best experience of my life," it read. "I will never forget it. Met some girls who are traveling to my campus and I'm going to hitch back with them. But I will be thinking of you."

I folded the note into my pocket as a reminder and slid into the driver's seat. Paul climbed into the passenger side and we drove home.

THE DIAGNOSIS

When I was a little girl, I used to play doctors and nurses with my male friends. Didn't we all? You show me yours, and I'll show you mine. I never imagined the grown-up version of this nursery game could be so much fun until Leila told me this story. No real nurse ever dressed like this, with stockings and garters under a miniskirt that barely covers her modesty. As I squeeze myself into my costume, I catch myself in the mirror: a nymphet nurse from a slapstick film pouts back. I'm not used to showing this much leg, and I'm certainly not used to wearing stockings and a garter belt. It's rather ridiculous and highly impractical, but I can see why so many people find it sexy. The tight, satin belt is restrictive, and the fact that my legs are encased in nylon net up to the thigh but that the air can caress my ass and inner thighs, leaving my most private areas exposed, is really rather thrilling. I slip my feet into stupidly high, black patent shoes and smooth down my frilly white apron. I love costume parties, but I've never had an outfit quite this attention-grabbing and sexy before. I hail a cab and climb in, a sexy nurse speeding through the city streets on the way to what promises to be a fabulous party.