Free Nurse Lovette by Paisley Smith

bathroom, closing the door behind her.
    Fifteen minutes later, Avery emerged feeling refreshed and light. Clean. Her eyes widened at the sight that beheld her.
    A second full bag hanging from the IV pole.
    Nurse Lovette sat on her stool, waving the already-lubricated nozzle. “It takes two strong enemas to get you fully clean. Now come bend over my lap.”
    This time, Avery didn’t hesitate. She padded across the cool tile floor and willingly laid herself across Darby’s lap. She spread her legs and sighed with pleasure as the nozzle invaded her bottom again. The valve clicked open and once more, warm water coursed inside her.
    “That’s a good girl,” Nurse Lovette said as she stroked Avery’s hair with one hand and her pussy with the other. “A very good girl.”
    * * * * *
     
    “I’ve got to work tomorrow,” Darby said as she walked Avery to the door. “We’ll have to put our next appointment off until next week.”
    “What about tonight? I’d love to cook dinner for you.”
    “That sounds great. Say, seven?” Darby asked.
    “See you then.”
    Darby drew Avery into her arms and kissed her, teasing her tongue across the soft lips and slipping it inside when they opened for her.
    “I enjoyed today’s appointment,” Avery said when they ended their kiss.
    “Me too.”
    Avery flashed a smile and left. Darby watched her climb into her car and pull out of the driveway before she moved away from the door. She breathed in and then exhaled, excited about the promise of a new relationship.
    She whirled and had started back toward her examination room to straighten up when she heard the door open behind her. “Did you forget something?” she called as she turned—but her breath froze in her chest when she saw who’d come in.
    “I made a mistake, Darby,” Marissa said.
    Stunned, Darby stared. Marissa’s auburn hair was shorter. She’d lost a few pounds.
    Darby was shocked at her reaction. She’d thought she would immediately run into her ex-lover’s arms and beg her forgiveness even though she’d really done nothing wrong. She’d waited for months to hear these very words but during that time, she hadn’t received as much as a text message or an email.
    Anger flared. She crossed her arms over her chest. “Why’d you come here? Did your new nurse dump you or did you just get tired of her too?”
    Marissa walked in and dropped her purse on one of the waiting room chairs. “It doesn’t look like you had any trouble moving on. I saw her leaving. Pretty.”
    Shaking, Darby remained silent. Confusion flooded her and she hoped it didn’t show on her face. Marissa’s leaving had devastated her.
    “How’d you meet your new patient?” Marissa asked, sitting and thumbing through a magazine.
    Darby fought to breathe. “What are you doing here?”
    Marissa’s lips bloomed into a provocative smile. “I came to see if you could take a walk-in.”
    Everything inside Darby screamed at her to take Marissa into the examination room and relive their past glories—but something in her heart prevented her from saying the words. What about Avery? What about the connection they’d made? Thus far, it seemed as if it could evolve into something real, something beyond the nurse-and-patient relationship they enjoyed.
    Marissa had been all about taking. All about receiving. She’d wanted more and more, kinkier and kinkier. She’d never been satisfied with anything, always looking for the new. Go, see, do. That had been her motto.
    She’d never been content just to snuggle in and have a glass of wine and dinner while watching a movie. She’d wanted to live on the ragged edge and push to frightening limits. She’d wanted to do things that had made Darby uncomfortable.
    “No, Marissa, I can’t.” Just uttering the words caused a bold upsurge of accomplishment to unfurl inside Darby.
    “You can’t?” Marissa’s bottom lip protruded. “Why not? Do you have plans? Somewhere to go?”
    “No. No plans.