"What? How?"
"You’ll think of something, Hon," Louise assured her. "If he’s serious, you won’t be able to peel him off of you after that; then you can start soaking him for dinners and movies and such. And after THAT, you’ll be measuring his pecker in no time!"
"Louise!"
"Well? You want to, don’t you? I do…" the black woman countered.
"You do?"
"Sure." Louise gazed at her levelly. "I love the old man, but we cross too often heading different ways. So, periodically, he gets a little strange, and I look the other way — and vice versa. It’s just dick…"
"I wonder how big it is…" Beth mused.
"You can’t tell by looking at him," Louise grunted. "I’ve seen some really imposing men with the saddest little pee-pees…" She snickered. "Hell, they didn’t rate being called dicks…"
"I know what you mean," Beth giggled. "Roy — my ex — wasn’t anything to write home about. Toby, on the other hand…"
"Little Toby?" Louise blinked. What’s she doing looking at her son’s dick?
"I, uh, stumbled onto him while he and a girl were occupied," Beth covered her ass. "She was a VERY happy little woman!" Beth held up her hands for a measurement.
"Unbelievable…" Louise shook her head.
Beth nodded. "I was more than a little surprised…"
"So, who’s dipping you? One of his school friends?" Louise asked.
Beth went cherry-red from shock! How did she guess?
Louise laughed. "Well, you SAID he was a young guy! Then you tell me you just happened to catch Toby having sex — obviously for long enough to take dick measurements. Who was he fucking? I bet it wasn’t any teenybopper!"
"Louise!" Beth waved urgently for her to pipe down. "Okay, I’ll tell you — but this is SERIOUSLY secret! If it gets out…"
"Sure, sure — but I want it all, Hon — you don’t want me guessing!" Louise admonished.
"Okay." Beth leaned in close, glancing around. "Toby and a couple of his friends made this pact — each of them would look the other way while the other two hit on his mother. We all know each other and none of us have a man in our lives; it turned out to be relatively easy for the boys to twist our arms…" She stared off into space for a moment. "So Toby is getting sex from a couple of my girlfriends, and I’m getting sex from a nice-looking blond boy and another good-looking dark-haired kid — both of whom I’ve known for a while."
"Two?" Louise’s eyes popped. "You go, Girl!" She looked sly. "Maybe you could introduce me around…"
Beth looked worried. "No offense, but it’s bad enough that I TOLD you! If they find out … Everybody is scared to death some busybody from the religious right will smoke it out and get us all crucified…"
Louise shook her head. "The things we all have to do to get a little sex … Whatever happened to free love?"
Beth shook her head. "HIV, among other things."
"Well, if an opportunity arises, I’m in!" Louise declared.
Beth looked pensive. "How deep?"
"I want it ALL, Honey!" Louise replied. "Bring 'em on! ALL of 'em!"
"Everybody?" Beth queried. "That might get kinky…"
"Honey, you SAID you watched Toby plow some girlfriend of yours! I get the picture…"
"Well…" Beth began to feel directly threatened by the idea. What if Louise found out what a slut she was?
"I’ve seen quite a few things, Hon. I’m hard to shock." Louise looked around. "The old man and I used to go to swinger’s parties all the time." Her eyes glowed. "Have you had them both? At the same time?"
"Yes." Beth blushed almost purple.
"How was it?"
"Just incredible! They just keep going and going…"
"God!" Louise got really agitated. "Do me a favor, Honey — watch the desk! This thing’s got me too excited — I need to run to the ladies' and diddle…"
"Uh, okay…" Beth was vaguely amazed. The things you learned about people, totally by accident … Louise grabbed the purse, hopped up, and was gone.
Ten minutes later, she was back. "Thank God for my little friend!" she sighed happily.
"Friend?"
"Yeah," Louise grinned. "Every girl’s dream — the uncomplicated lover." She fished in her purse and brought forth an object not much bigger than a lipstick case. "Contrary to popular demand, you don’t need six inches of hard plastic — this on your clit is MORE than enough! Here, take it! Give it a try!" She laid it in Beth’s palm.
"I couldn’t!" Beth blushed scarlet.
"Sure you can! Just don’t wear it out — I have all these gang-bang fantasies to get out of my system now…" Louise winked. "Go on — you KNOW you want to!"
"Okay." Beth tucked it furtively in a pocket and headed for the break room.
The staff bath off the break room was unisex, but it was partitioned into different areas so that one could get a shower or use the toilet or a urinal without too much embarrassment — although the urinals in particular weren’t well-placed for privacy; apparently, guys didn’t care all that much. The break room also featured an alcove where the resident on duty could get a nap; Beth figured she would find Dr. Rankin there, but she didn’t. Cautiously, she entered the bathroom.
Checks of the shower and changing areas turned up nothing — no big surprise, really, since Louise had just been in the bathroom … Gentle finger pressure on the door of the stall near the wall didn’t open it for some reason, but a look underneath revealed no feet. Sighing, she slipped into the other stall and lowered her scrubs to the floor, then settled onto the toilet, knees spread wide.
Finding the power switch on the little vibrator wasn’t exactly rocket science; very quickly, Beth had it buzzing merrily on her clit. It would have been nice to free her breasts from their confinement, but it would have taken too long, so she passed on the idea, opting instead to add a finger pumping in her vagina to the jazzy stimulation of the vibrator.
In the next stall, Dr. Rankin was suffering through his second round of easily identifiable buzzing and feminine sighs and moans in fifteen minutes! Beth’s foot check, necessarily brief, had been easy to avoid, since he knew she was there — just like Nurse Carter’s, fifteen minutes before. Dammit! I got here first! he fumed. The worst part was that the feminine gasps and moans were highly arousing — as if Nurse Tolliver hadn’t ALREADY made his balls ache — but if he made a sound … Fuck it! Robert resumed running his hand up and down his aching shaft. If they could jill off, he could by God jack off with impunity! Still, he kept it quiet…
This one seemed to be different than the last one — who he’d pretty much identified as Nurse Carter — despite the same vibrator noises. This one made these little happy squeals at evenly spaced intervals, punctuated by an occasional "Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Obviously, she was a hot, multi-orgasmic number, and she wasn’t settling for one … There was also a wet sound that made his cock rock hard to hear it. There were only three nurses on shift — and none of the other doctors on tonight were female — wouldn’t it be great if it was Tolliver? Jeezus! He held his breath, stifling a grunt as his cock erupted, painting the stall door with semen — an activity that wasn’t quite silent … He sat there, staring at the result dripping down the door and onto the floor, trying to still his heartbeat. Had the woman in the next stall heard?
Beth missed it; she was grunting her way through her third orgasm of the session. This whole doing it in the bathroom thing was nasty and scary and highly arousing — she was going to need at least four to keep from going nuts, now that she’d started! Her middle finger was slamming in and out of her cunt to beat the band, making the most awful, sloppy noises because she was soaking wet. If someone came in … The thought of getting caught like this didn’t scare her as much as arouse her further.