Cookies & Cream Ch. 45

"That's the cream's side effect, honey." Kat replied, her body reacting to it. "We are used to the effects. They are a big deal, but yet not a big deal. We can talk about sex if it makes you feel better."

"Yeah, honey, talking about sex is better that masturbating when there's a patient."

"We have none today." Julie said. "So, we're okay. All right, do you have any sex stories?"

"Do I!" Gretchen said with a guffaw. "Honeys, I got neat stories to tell you! I remember my first time like it was yesterday." She smiled when she reminisced her days of the age of twenty-three.

I was still in my training days while I was in Puerto Rico. It was a beautiful place if you ever had the chance to go there. Back then, the night life was big in San Juan. I was finishing a mud whomp with my nurse buddies (that a mudslide with a cinnamon kick). We had a laugh about a small thing. I can't remember what it was, but we were laughing about that.

That was when I saw him. That wonderful, debonair, muscular man with a heart tattoo. His skin was like mocha. He had hairy arms and a smooth chest. That nose piercing, that emerald on his nose...He looked like king with a jaguar robe!

In those days, looking tough was a turn on for us females. And I was so turned on by him! I should since I married him a few years later! Well, our eyes crossed paths, and I can see his drawn blue eyes. His face was chiseled with that Sanchez mustache. I knew he was an artist the moment I saw him.

Well, we've gotten to know one another once some brawl started. My friends and I were caught off guard when some old drunk spat at some huge wrestler. In Spanish, they cursed at one another and we three wee nurses were near them. We got out of there when that wrestler threw that drunk to the wall.

A lot of people scrambled, and some people stupidly joined in the fight. This mocha debonair guy took my hand and place under the table next to him. I hugged him tight as the brawl went on. The vibrations on the floor started my body. When I looked into my hero's eyes, I was aroused, and I wanted him.

Well we didn't do it right then and there! Come on, who are you talking about? But after a few years, we got married. When we were alone on our wedding night, I admitted that I wanted to have sex with him that night in San Juan. He told me the feelings were mutual. And he called me his amor.

Oh! His naked body was beautiful. I touched him everywhere as we made passionate love. His touches and his hot skin drove me wild. Well, that and his nine-inch dick. We did about five positions that night. And I came five times. He was a splendid lover. He would save his orgasm until he gave me a satisfying orgasm. And when I felt his, I yelled out "Here's comes a big one!"

My Jose, he was my rock for thirty-six years. We had five children because of our union. We had a lot of passion. I was his muse for his paintings. I could still remember having paint on my breasts when he groped me. Oh yeah, my hubby was really special!

Gretchen finished her story of her husband. Her panties soaked through her blue nurse pants. "Oh no! I came while I talked about my Jose! This must be some potent ice cream."

Goldie laughed along with so many others. Goldie grabbed a pillow and lied on her stomach. She smiled with her red face as she brought in her memories.

Well, darlings, I don't have a married life as long as Gretchen's. In fact, my first marriage was a big flop after three years. I caught Paul, my ex, having sex with some slutty red head. I was absolutely pissed off with his extramarital affair with that harlot! I'm not mad at the girl, though, which is strange still. I mean for all I know, she might not have known he was married.

Well, I guess there were some red flags. Once we got married, he was disinterested. I did try to spice up our marriage, but he brushed my efforts away. No wonder! He only wanted a maid, not a loving wife! I got spat by him, I was ridiculed, and I got put down all the time. Oh yes, my girls, that was abuse, and it made me red as that slut's hair!

I wasn't putting up with that! You know what I did? I started to have an affair on my own. Paul was so indifferent with me he wouldn't care where I went. As long as he was with his slut, I could set up a date on Tinder. I found a match sometime later. And while my then hubby fooled around in the sheets with his lover (he really didn't deny him cheating), I decided to go out. Who knows? Maybe an open marriage might have been a good idea.

My date with Zachery gave me the trembles. We shared each other's food during dinner. We snuggled when we watched movies. Hell, we made out while we were in his place! Zachery gave me something Paul didn't since our marriage. He gave me my womanhood thrills!

Our first time was on his bed. Zach was so wonderful with me when I was slow with sex. He said he would wait. And wait he did. But once I get started, I couldn't stop! My goodness! I had forgotten how much my inner slut needed sex!

My hips rolled. My boobs bounced. My slick walls moved over and over his manhood. Oh, and his smile...he drove me mad and moved even more! If I haven't known any better, I could have been a nympho! But I didn't care! I had my own affair while Paul had his!

There was a breaking point. Paul was out with his bird while I invited Zach to my place. We banged in the sheets like crazy! I got so excited, knowing well sooner or later Paul would invite that ginger girl back to the house. And brought home he did! He turned on the lights when Zach came in my desirable pussy. Paul's eyes gawked as he saw my legs around his shoulders.

"Goldie? What are you doing?"

"Well, Paul, I knew you were cheating on me with that girl beside you. And you never give me what I want. So, I got that girl's boyfriend to give me the best pussy job."

Ha ha! That's right! Zach was the slut's "faithful" boyfriend! The look on that girl's face got me to smirk. "And you, Ginger, you should appreciate Zach more often. He's such a stud in bed!"

Next thing I knew, Paul and I divorced and I got my time with Zach. That was the best decision I made. Zach and I were together for six years until he unexpectedly died. After Zach, I had a slew of lovers. They were great on their own accord. Their pace, their length, their stamina were all unique. But it's not the same. I still compared my lovers to Zach. He was so great to me. I still get wet whenever I think of him and those soft brown eyes.

"Oh crap! I think I came while I talked about Zach!" Goldie felt her panties and her yellow nurse attire was dark between her legs. "Dammit! This ice cream is really potent this time!"

The other nurses were in their worlds at that point, their hands rubbing their pants. Kat lied on the floor thinking about her first love.

It was last year during Thanksgiving. I was in my old home in Connecticut with my family. It was windy and snowing during our dinner. The family's friends enjoyed themselves until we found out about the blizzard that came in quick. We were snowed in and we couldn't move out of our place until the roads are clear again. I got scared when I heard the roaring winds. Luckily a family friend David was there with me.

David is my best friend from the beginning. He and I share a ton of adventures in our childhood. We had fun every time we hang out. We might have developed feelings for one another later on in years, but we didn't show it. But when we got snowed in, our feelings came out in the bed.

It started with a kiss. And it was beautiful. We kept kissing in our bed and our bodies got hot. We unshed each other our clothes and we saw each other naked. We giggled while we touch one another. Man, it was so exciting! We decided to take things slow. So, we started mutual masturbation.

His touch was so soft and exciting to me. His penis was very firm in my hand. We rubbed each other under the sheets and I felt something wet between my legs. I had no idea I had an orgasm. I didn't know how sex worked.

Most of the people downstairs were asleep, and we snuck into the basement to make our little lovemaking more private. There was a TV in there and my dad stashed some porno in one of secret files. He didn't know I knew his secret, but then again, I was horny enough to watch it. These pornos had a similar theme. Pirate Adventures...that was the title for every porno. But we only watched one. That was all it took.

We experienced our first time on the leather couch. He was gentle with me with his first thrust. We were both virgins so we took our sex slow and steady. Actually, the slow and steady got us turned on! We kept moving the same pace. It was really exciting, and my vagina convulsed. I never thought it the penis would fit inside me so snug. But it turned out it was. We had an amazing drive. It took us around two hours to finally finish, and it was like fireworks.

"I really miss David." Kat said at last after a long silence. She felt herself wet from her story, but she ignored it. Her memory with her first love kept her smiling. Maggie was next to share her story. But it wasn't a memory, but more of a fantasy.

I never had the experience of sex. But if I did, I wanted to do it with a sweet teddy bear. I love guys that are soft on the outside and even softer on the inside. I knew a friend like that. I had a huge crush on Ethan. He was a skinny softie with magenta hair. My heart pounds every time I thought about him.

I would like to visualize Ethan and me inside of an aquarium. The fish would swarm around our surrounding as we watch them. The reflections of the sun gave me shivers. Ethan would think I was cold, so he gave me his jacket. His scent would arouse me.

We would look into each other's eyes and then we started to kiss. We would strip each other right on that bench. We might have fondled each other's chests. My nipples would harden. My hips moved over his. My pussy got wet over his penis. He then followed my eyes and he would smirk.

He would say something like "Hey, wanna perform here?"

And I would immediately say yes. He then would grab my legs and spread them like fire. And he would light me with his humongous cock. He would thrust into me and fit me like a glove. I would be very ecstatic! I would feel everything!

I could feel my breasts bouncing as he plowed me. I was in bliss, so oblivious of my surroundings. My eyes would be so blurry, I didn't care about what is around me! All I know is that I was with Ethan. Only him, and no one else.

Next thing I knew, I would feel my breasts pressing on the glass. Ethan would move behind me and thrust into me. I see fish staring at me as Ethan takes me. He nibbles my ear and kisses my neck as he pounded me even harder. My nipples press on the glass as Ethan moves faster. I would cry when his tip touches my womb. I make loud moans as moves harder.

Finally, he thrusts deep inside me and I feel his release! I cried out loud as I squeeze, cumming myself. He falls on top of me and we pant. Our heavy breaths fog the glass as our vision are a blur. Then after our brief break, he would lift my legs and thrust into me again. I enjoy the surprise every time. And this time, I would cum before he would.

Maggie blushed as she finished her fantasy. She felt her panties pulled and soaked, knowing she released her own honey while she talked about it. She made a sad smile. "I looked at Ethan's profile recently. He's getting married to a woman this coming autumn. I heard of such a thing as the friend zone but being in the friend zone really sucks. I wish I told him about my feelings for him."

"Why didn't you?" Kat asked her. Julie shook her head.

"Kat, if Maggie told her friend her feelings, it would risk their friendship. I should know. The friend zone blows to no end. I've had my way with that. Young guys that are friends I had feelings for. They had girlfriends before I said my piece. But everything went away when Donald came into my life."

Her fantasy about Donald began. Ever since I saw him as my volleyball coach, I can't help but fantasize him. He was a terrific guy. He was never sleezy. He never creeps around when we all were in the locker room. He was very supportive to us and would never raise his voice. If he did, it would be during a loud game to encourage us.

I feel at ease around him. I like him more every time I see him. He is one charming guy. I feel that he was hiding something, but I couldn't tell. All I knew was he was a wonderful man. By the time I graduated, I fell in love with him.

I wanted to tell him how much I care for him, but we never had the chance to be alone. Since then, I came over here and study be a nurse. When I saw Donald some time back, my feelings and my fantasies fluttered back. The fantasy of him taking me from behind in the locker room came. The bench fantasy came. The desk in his office came. My little bikini on the volleyball court...really was an eye roller and panty soaker.

When I go on the date with Donald, I want to go all the way. And I know how I want to do this date step-by-step. I would serve him his favorite dishes. I would feed him while I let him check out my body. He'll see I'm wearing barely anything under my cute sundress. The only thing I would be wearing is a bejeweled plug in my bum.

I would see his eyes staring down my cleavage and I would proudly show them. He would be so into me he would forget all about the food. He would touch me, grope me, and pull me over to him. Then we would kiss under the sunset. And what a wonderful sunset it is.

We would make out and grope one another. Our tongues would roll as we keep rolling on our blanket. I would pant as he takes off my sundress. When he licks and sucks my boobs, I would let out a joyful squeal. Yes, I really am sensitive to my chest.

My nipples would harden when he uses his tongue, I would lose it. I would tremble more when he decides to rub his hand between my legs. I get really wet from his hand. I would love to have him move my pussy and eat me so hungrily. I'd be his dessert he wanted all his life. Oh, it would feel wonderful!

And then the next thing I know, he would be inside me. I was incredibly turned on by his moves when he starts to thrust into me. I would be moving all over and cum every time he penetrates me. I know it isn't possible to cum every thrust, but with me so horny for him, it might be plausible!

We could do many positions. I'd be willing to stand, go on all fours or be on top. I even have some experience with anal play. I love to experience everything with him all in one night. I might rather be tired from the first sexual experience, but one is a lot better. It would be better if Donald is my first.

Julie felt her panties soaked. She knew her own body reacted fantasizing Donald, her Donald naked. Her blue eyes glazed over her fantasy. She turned to head to Aria. Now Aria came from Martinique, an island in the Caribbean. And her native language is French. Most nurses don't understand her but learning the language. Maggie is the only person that could translate. This is Aria's sexual memory.

Stephan and I were my house after my parents' funeral. For some odd reason, I had closure moving to another country. It was a rainy Thursday. We came into my room to pack a few of my things. Stephan was a helpful friend. I can still remember him.

Stephan was a young colleague of my father's, a bright egg in the firm. He was smooth and tan with thick dark hair. There wasn't a single blemish on his skin. He had the most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen. My heart pounds every time I think about him. And at that time, my whole body was on fire when he was close to me. He noticed and reciprocated.

He kissed me and I returned it. He enjoyed touching me. He loved the way my skin felt to his hands. He was warm to me when I touched him. We undressed each other while we kissed passionately. The next thing I knew we were on my bed naked.

He did things to me I never experienced before. He made my breasts tender from licking and sucking them. He teased my belly my massaging it. My buttocks were sensitive from his hands. My pussy got wet when he put his mouth there. He made me weak and tremble from his oral sensations.

We kissed a lot before we united. We moved together with mutual thrusting. He wanted me on top so he could see me more. I was thrilled of moving. I rolled my hips and let my wet pussy slide up and down his pole. I stopped every time I had to climax.

During my first climax, Stephan pulled me close to him. He whispered in my ear, telling a lot of sweet somethings. He said things like how he never deserved someone like me to love him so much. He let me move more when I had my energy back. He pressed on my breasts as I move. He wanted to me keep my eyes on him. He wanted to make sure I was seeing him.

Our love making lasted through the night. I had come six times. The last one, Stephan moved for me. I was over the moon when his cock grinded inside me. I shivered when he shoved himself to my womb. When he came, I was in the middle of bliss! I didn't want this feeling to stop. I wanted this to last forever.

"Sadly, we had to move on." Aria said in her native tongue. I had to move to this country the following day. Stephan had to stay behind to finish the proceedings of the house. I was very sad to leave Martinique. What made me sadder was leaving Stephen. We could have done a lot of things together."

She had a soft, sad smile and soaked panties. All the nurses were content and were in deep thoughts. The Mocha aroma was still strong. It's more likely to use toys when they came home. Bertha looked at her colleagues and began her record organization. Kat turned her head when Bertha stared into the screen.

"Bertha?" Kat said, blinking her pink eyes. "You're not going to tell us your sexual experience?"

"Why should I, kid? I had nothing to talk about. It's rather dull and murky compared to your stories. I'd be the only one that is sad about it."

Kat sat and put her head on her knees. "You can tell us about your fantasies."

"Meh." Bertha cracked her fingers during her typing. "My fantasies are as boring as my memories. You'd be asleep when I tell you."

"Kat, if Bertha doesn't want to share any of her personal side, she doesn't have to." Goldie complied to her old friend. Goldie had a feeling there was a reason for Bertha's secretive past. There was no reason to delve into the head nurse's mind until sometime later. She only told her thoughts to Daisuke.

There would be many other discoveries to be seen in the following days. The next morning, after my stroll, I made a discovery on my own. This would bring Camp Hattawata a key to open the Flasher's Pandora box. Yes, my fellow readers, we would unlock more of the Flasher. But what would that be? You would have to find out.