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Wrong Locker Room

Swimming always eased Jessica’s mind. On the day of every major test she ever took, she would take an early morning swim in the university pool before putting in one more cramming session at the library. Today was no different. Jessica had a midterm in biology and she was extremely stressed out even though she felt well prepared.

Jessica arrived at the pool around 6:30. When swimming season was not going on, the pool is typically abandoned at this hour and she had the whole room to herself. There was something extremely peaceful and soothing to Jessica about calmly cutting through the water with no one watching her. She enjoyed the sound of the repetitive splash of her rhythmic strokes as her hand dipped into the pool and her legs kicked behind her.

She was in the pool for about 45 minutes; mostly swimming laps but occasionally taking a few minutes just to relax and float in the water. When she got out, Jessica couldn’t have felt better. Her muscles were loose and her mind was lucid. She headed to the locker-room to shower and get dressed to go to the library. When she got to the door to the girls locker-room it was locked. This was not a surprise, since they often locked up the girl’s room when no one was around to prevent perverts from setting up cameras or hiding in the lockers, but it was an obstacle none the less. Her hair smelled of chlorine and she needed a hot shower to clear her sinuses.

She decided to head for the boy’s room on the opposite side of the pool, which was always open. To be honest, the facilities in there were nicer anyways and odds were that she wouldn’t run into anybody in there at 7:15 in the morning. She grabbed her gym bag with her street clothes and cautiously entered the locker-room.

When Jessica had determined that the coast was clear, she set her bag down on a bench and peeled off her one piece bathing suit and let it fall to the ground. Part of the reason that Jessica liked the privacy of the indoor pool was that her body often drew a lot of attention. When she chose to swim at the more popular outdoor pool, the boys would gawk at her beautifully shaped D breasts. Looking at herself in the mirror, she couldn’t really blame them.

Her tits were young and perky, but with a slight natural sag that proved that they weren’t bought. They bounced effortlessly as she moved about. Her nipples were rose colored and about the size of a half dollar piece. In the cold air, she could feel them hardening. She walked over and turned the shower on.

As she waited for the shower to heat up, Jessica examined her finely trimmed bush that had been waxed with the exception of a narrow landing strip above her slit. Unconsciously, she felt her hand slide down and begin rubbing her pussy lips as she watched herself in the mirror. Her second hand came up and started to massage her breasts. She realized, as she stood there admiring herself, how horny she was.
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MIssion Of Mercy

Becky really enjoyed her afternoons working as a volunteer at the local hospital. Sometimes she would read to a patient or maybe take one for a walk in their wheelchair. Her duties seemed to run the gamut, and she loved helping people. Today she had helped an eighty six year old lady write a letter to her grandson who lives in New York, and later on she helped feed a young girl who had both of her arms in casts. Where ever she could help is where she wanted to be! After watching the doctors and nurses in action for the past year, Becky had decided that she would go to nursing school after she graduated high school next spring as she couldn’t thing of a better way to make money and continue helping people at the same time.

Down in the cafeteria Becky was having a snack when the head nurse stopped by her table and told Becky that a new patient in room 545 needed some cheering up. Becky told her that she would see to it right away, and after she entered room 545, Becky was taken back by all the tubes and wires connected to the patient! She picked up the medical chart hanging from the wall and found out that the patient, Phil Grove, had been in an automobile accident and had sustained multiple injuries, including many broken bones. Thinking he was asleep she was about to leave when she heard a soft voice calling out. She went over to him and gently caressed his cheek with her soft hand, and a small smile crept across his face and he whispered “thank you” in such a low voice Becky could hardly hear him speaking. As his eyes drooped shut and he slipped off into a deep sleep, Becky quietly left the room, promising to herself that she would check in on Phil Grove tomorrow afternoon.

The next day Becky was making her rounds and finally arrived at room 545. When she went inside she could see that the TV was going and that Phil was watching a game show. “Feeling better today Mr. Grove,” asked Becky? “Yes, much,” replied Mr. Grove, “and call me Phil, okay?” Becky sat down in the chair next to the bed and together they watched the rest of the program. While making small talk, she found out that Phil had been passing through town and had been broad sided by a drunken driver. He had broken his right hip, both arms, and had ruptured his spleen, but the worst thing was not being able to use his arms since they both were in casts. Becky offered to feed him his supper if he felt up to it, and after thanking her, he told her that that would be nice. After dinner, Becky got up to leave, but promised she would come back again tomorrow. Later on, as she left the hospital and head for home, she couldn’t help but think what a nice man Phil Grove was.
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