Most people would describe me as a nerd. I am not sure if it is because of my looks, tall, thin with no muscles to speak of or my profession. I am a botanist, for you that don’t know what a botanist is, we study plants. I have always been more, shall we say, capable than most people when it comes to studying and had several scholarships lined up when I finished school.
I loved school and if it weren’t for the jocks that intruded in my life every now and then would have had a perfect time. I spent my life between the school lab, library and cross-country team. Cross-country running introduced me to two forming aspects of my teenage hood. They were Mr Donald our biology teacher and poison ivy. Mr Donald introduced me to the world of botany and through his eyes; I saw the wonders of the plant world. Poison ivy introduced me to the world of Ms Haynes the school nurse. Ms Haynes was well known in the school for taking care of all kinds of mishaps like grazed knees, sprained ankles and broken harts. She was a bit younger than most teachers were and never gave the impression that she really mixed with them. Most of her time was spent at school it seemed and nobody was sure what she did in her private life. Ms Haynes was nothing special in the looks department. Her hair was always tied in a bun, her white uniform long and bulky enough to hide her figure and she wore no make-up. I was introduced to Ms Haynes’s other side after a field trip with the Biology study group and Mr Donald. We were out in the mountains behind the town collecting plant samples and I inadvertently stepped into some poison ivy. Five minutes later, I had broken out in a very severe rash and a concerned Mr Donald rushed me back to school. Ms Haynes was in her emergency room and after Mr Donald made sure I was safely in her hands, he went back to the rest of the group still busy collecting plant samples. School was out and nobody was around except Ms Haynes and me. She came out of her little office attached to the Emergency room and asked me to come in. The rash had spread up my legs by this time and I was forced to remove my pants so that she could examine me. My legs were bright red with white blotches and the rash had spread up my thighs disappearing under my boxers. Without blushing, Ms Haynes instructed me to remove those and turning her back on me left the room. I was grateful for the privacy and slipping out of my boxers grabbed a towel to put over my crotch. About five minutes later Ms Haynes came back in the room with a jar of lotion. “I am sure this is going to make the rash go away and you will feel a lot better,” she said as she came through the door. I lent back on the bed with the towel still strategically draped over my crotch area. Ms Haynes proceeded to apply the cooling lotion from my ankles up, working it into the rash with soft hands. The feeling was soothing and I immediatly started to feel the rash subside. As she worked her way up, I became aware of another sensation. The pain of the rash was being replaced with an excitement radiating up from her hands to my covered crotch. I could feel my dick starting to stir. Ms Haynes was oblivious of the effect she was having on me and focusing on the job at hand she kept on working the lotion into the rash. My erection had become a lot more visible under the towel by the time she had covered my lower legs and started on my thighs. It was impossible not to notice the bulge under the towel but Ms Haynes didn’t say a word. All I could do was breathe deeply and try to focus on a poster on the wall telling the youth to use condoms. When Ms Haynes reached the lower edge of the towel, it must have been impossible not to notice what was happening. She moved the towel up to reach the last bits of the rash and my erection made the towel stand up like a tent. Still no word from Ms Haynes but I noticed a slight blush creeping up her neck. Standing up and closing the jar Ms Haynes turned back to me. “Is there something else that might be bothering you young man?” she asked. Without a word, she reached out and gently removed the towel. My erection was free to jump straight up and the purple head proudly stood to attention. Ms Haynes softly took my erection and wrapping her fingers around the shaft she moved her hand up and down. Her touch was both soft and firm, just enough to make me realise that she was in control. I was close to cumming, the veins underneath my shaft was bulging and my balls tight. Ms Haynes moved around to the foot of the bed and leaning forward took the tip of my erection in her mouth. It was my first blowjob and I came before she could even use her tongue. The first shot was in Ms Haynes’s mouth, which she swallowed but the rest went flying over the bed, onto the floor and even on the condom poster. “Young man I want you to lie still” said Ms Haynes as I struggled to get up, overcome with panic about what just had happened.