Nurse's Association of Knowledge, Education and Demonstration
Part 9: The Door
Sara sat at the cafeteria table eating her salad, barely listening as her girlfriends giggled about one of the freshmen who was apparently plotting a public prank. She wasnât sure about her boyfriendâs recent antics. This was the second day this week that he had been unable to eat lunch with her. Had he said he was getting extra help?
In Chemistry? It was possible. There was no denying that her boyfriend was top form when it came to physical education, but science courses werenât his strong suit.
Just to be sure, Sara finished her salad and decided to double back and check out the science wing. The hallway was mostly deserted except for a few students at their lockers, to whom she paid no attention. As she reached her boyfriendâs chemistry classroom, her stomach sunk. The classroom was empty with the lights off. He had lied to her.
But why had he lied? Was Seth cheating on her? No, she shouldnât jump to conclusions. Maybe he had good intentions, and was planning a surprise for her, like sheâd seen happen on TV before? But that didnât make sense. It wasnât like their anniversary was coming up, and they were already known to be each other's prom dates. Sara bit her lip, beginning to become emotional. What if their whole relationships had been based on lies from the beginning?
Sara felt like she was being watched and turned around quickly. A set of eyes from a kid at a locker darted away quickly.
âYou!â she shouted, at Sethâs brother, Joseph. âWhat are
you doing here?â
Joseph had just started lunch period when he saw her. She was so beautiful, with her tall figure and fully developed chest. Her long blonde hair flowed behind her, caught in a subtle breeze as she walked swiftly, looking like she was on a mission. Joseph had been considering meeting a friend outside, but he hadnât promised anything. He was in no rush. Discretely, he followed his crush, Clementine, several steps behind her.
This âstalkingâ (although Joseph wouldnât have called it that) ended abruptly as Clementine reached the main office and entered. Joseph walked by, pretending to be immersed in something on his phone, but stealing a glance through the window. However, his love interest was gone.
âShe must be in Mrs. Masterâs office,â thought Joseph.
He again considered meeting his friend outside, but he was too curious about Clementine. He didnât know exactly what made him curious. She was just a girl in his grade. Okay, a pretty girl. Okay, a pretty, fully-developed girl. Okay, a pretty, fully-developed girl that he thought of last night when he jerked off. Now he was more aware why he was curious about her.
âIf all goes well with the assignment this weekend, weâll be ready to implement phase two next week,â Joseph heard as Mrs. Masters walked Clementine out of the office. âJust make sure youâre following the plan. Tell the other girls the same thing, alright?â
âOf course,â Clementine replied smiling. âThanks so much, Mrs. Masters. Youâre the best.â
Joseph didnât know what they were talking about, and nor did he care. Clementine was back on the move, and that meant so was he. The boy knew he couldnât follow her forever. Eventually she would go in the washroom, or be around friends who would notice him. But right now he was definitely okay with watching her peach of a butt (or clementine?) bouncing sexily in her yoga pants as she made her way to the second floor, then turned into the science wing.
As Joseph turned the corner, he saw the door to room 202 close.
âNO!â he thought, shouting in his head. He wanted to follow her just a bit longer. It wasnât fair.
Joseph looked down the hallway. There was just a single kid at his locker, not paying attention. He decided to press his ear to the door.
âWhere should I massage?â Joseph heard Clementine say.
Huh? Massage? Josephâs eyes suddenly went wide. Did Clementine give massages? He suddenly pictured himself, naked under a towel, with Clementine oiling him up and whispering seductively in his ear.
âWhere should I massage?â she would say.
âIâll tell you where,â Joseph would say back with a mischievous smirk.
Joseph realized he was caught up in his own fantasy and wasnât even listening anymore. He pushed his ear back against the door. âCan you focus on Sethâs back?â said another voice.
Seth? His brother Seth? No way. His brother was three years older than these girls. He tried to think of another Seth. He was sure there was one in tenth grade but couldnât picture the kidâs face. Still, was it possible it was his brother in the classroom? His ear was now pressed against the door for evidence.
For a few minutes, it was quiet, so Joseph posted in front of a locker he was pretending was his. As kids and teachers occasionally walked down the hallway, he didnât want anyone to see him pressing his ear against the door. He decided that if he could be confident that his brother was in there, he would open the door, just a crack, and see if Clementine was massaging him. If she was, he would have to find out how his brother got into such an incredible situation.
âHow are you feeling now, Seth?â Joseph heard. But if the boy inside responded, it was too quiet. âGreat, can you sit up please?â
Suddenly Joseph heard footsteps around the corner and rushed back to his fake locker. As the owner of the footsteps entered entered the hallway, his mouth fell open. It was Sara: Sethâs girlfriend⌠and Seth, usually attached to her hip at lunch, wasnât with her!
âWell, what are you doing here?â Sara pressed when Joseph didnât respond.
Somehow telling her he was following a girl while staring at her sexy ass did not feel like the correct answer. âIâm um⌠Iâm waiting for Seth.â
âIdiotâ, said a voice inside Josephâs head. If he was being massaged by Clementine, his girlfriend probably shouldnât know. He added hastily, âHave you seen him?â
âNo,â Sara said, narrowing her eyes at the boy. âHeâs supposed to be getting extra help in chemistry, but the classroomâs empty.â She continued to stare at Joseph, looking for any sign that he might know where his brother is. He stared back, unblinking. Sara pulled out her phone, about to call Seth, which gave Joseph just enough time to glance at the door to room 202. Unfortunately, Sara caught his peek.
Quickly and without any noise, Sara pressed her ear against the same door where Joseph had eavesdropped. Joseph swallowed. This couldnât be good. Sara was about to find out something bad, about her boyfriend and it was all Josephâs fault.
âMoving onto the brachial pulse,â Sara heard.
Mrs. Masters had dismissed Clementine a few minutes ago and pulled up the security system site on her computer. She entered the password and a series of cameras populated her screen. She chose one, and reversed the footage of the science wing to the lunch bell, just to make sure the boy had made it to his second session. Her plan for today was not to interfere. She had to make Seth think she wasnât too involved for the other phases of her plan to work.
As he entered the hallway, Seth collided with a young woman. Mrs. Masters recognized her, though not by name. She knew this was Sethâs girlfriend. She smiled as he wondered about the conversation he was having with her. What lies would he have told? There was no way he was coming clean about having four girls with their hands all over him. It was for the better. Having her find out what was going on right now wouldnât be ideal for the plan. Eventually? Sure. But not yet.
Finally, the young woman walked away, and Mrs. Masters breathed a sigh of relief. She skipped ahead in the video. She saw Clementine enter room 202. But who was the boy now listening at the door? Was that Sethâs younger brother? It looked like him. Although she was less concerned with a ninth grade boy finding out about Sethâs situation, she had better monitor him in case he decided to go in. If he did, she would need to adjust her plan with the girls.
Mrs. Masters was back to watching in real time when Sara entered the hallway. Thankfully the dumb younger brother pretended to be fiddling with a lock. But something dawned on the principal. If the young lady spotted the boy, she would know that this wasnât the ninth-grade locker bay. Suddenly seeing where this might be going, Mrs. Masters swept out of her office and towards the science wing.
Sara frowned, her ear pressed even harder against the door.
The brachial pulse? That was science, for sure. But it wasnât chemistry. Biology, maybe. She tried to hear more, but all was quiet.
âYoung lady, can I ask why you are so obviously eavesdropping on the happenings in that classroom?â
Sara swallowed and turned around. When had the principal entered the hallway? Mrs. Masters had approached so silently. âUh, itâs just, my boyfriend isâŚâ
âSave your answer. Iâll take it in my office. Youâre not in trouble, but I want to talk. Letâs go.â
Sara glanced at the door, and then at Joseph, but thought it smart to say no more and instead follow the principal. Meanwhile, Joseph stood stunned at his fake locker. He had really avoided that fate, even though he had listened at the door a lot longer than Sara. He couldnât believe his luck. He should be the one headed to the office right now!
Still, if someone was to bet that Joseph had learned anything, they would be sorely mistaken. His dick was still semi-hard thinking about Clementine and her secret massage business. He reached in his right pocket and adjusted himself so his tenting wouldnât be so obvious. Joseph wanted so badly to press his ear against the door again, but a couple of students who had seen Mrs. Masters yell at Sara were still around. He was scared if he listened right now, they might tell on him.
When the hallway was finally mostly clear, Joseph pressed his ear against the door. He heard someone saying random numbers, something about beats per minutes, and the word penile.
âPenile? What?â
Joseph weighed his options. He didnât want Mrs. Masters to finish with Sara and come back for him. He also wasnât confident his brother was in this room. It could be another Seth. However, he was sure Clementine was in the room, and was fairly sure there was a back massage happening.
Joseph finally decided. He would open the door. Heâd pretend he made a mistake and come to the wrong room. It would give him just enough time to see what was going on. His hand was on the doorknob. The doorknob was turning. The door was pushed open.
The boyâs older brother was standing in front of a hospital bed. He was stark naked. He had his eyes closed and seemed to be talking to himself quietly. He was hard, with four girls around him.
Marcy and Eva, from Josephâs geography class, was making notes on a clipboard.
Lyndsey, also from Josephâs geography class, was on her knees, with a pink stethoscope around her neck.
And there was Clementine, rubbing a spot on Sethâs dick, which was pulsing so hard that it was pretty much bobbing up and down.
âWhat the fuck?â
Part 10 - The Assignment
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Author note: I wanted to add this chapter for some context, so I changed the title to "The Door." The next chapter will the "The Assignment" which was originally going to be here. I hope no one is too upset I added backstory. I know there's nothing super revolutionary in this part (though some might pick up on some foreshadowing), but at least you finally know who entered!
There is still some lunch-time left by the way. Keep the predictions and feedback coming.
