Nurse Lewis you're wanted in room 202," a loud voice came booming from

the P.A. system.

"Oh that's me." I said to myself, still not used to it, and still not

believing that I’m still doing it. I used to be a police officer, I mean

I still am, I have just been undercover so long, sometimes I forget

myself. It seemed like such a simple little sting when I started.

It was my first assignment when I made detective, go undercover as a

female nursing student and investigate reports that a professor was

abusing his power and taking advantage of his female students.

I entered the institution located in southern Vermont as a junior

transfer student and basically went the whole year trying to blend into

the student population. It was kind of fun since I never went to college

before and yet at the same time I was kind of lonely too, because I was

far from home and couldn't really tell anyone where I was, or what I was

doing. My boss gave me strict instructions, I was to act just like any

other student, I was only there to observe the professor, but take no

action, unless I was in grave danger, as they wanted to build a rock

solid case against him.

I even worked in a nursing home in the summer to try an become more

familiar with some of the other students as well as the nursing

profession, which I knew little about even though my mother was a nurse.

The next year I had to sign up for a class that I was supposed to

investigate, it was called Nursing Practical with lab. Little did I know

what I was getting into. I found the class the first day after some

searching, as it was in the library basement. I examined the classroom;

it looked like a combination classroom, medical room. It had the

standard school desks and teachers brown table, but it also had two

hospital beds, and two exam tables complete with stirrups, that make any

woman's heart race. There was also large white cabinets filled with

medical supplies and there was also a large stainless steel sink. I also

noticed that the room had it's own bathroom and showers.

I scanned the class, as it filled up, there were about 30 woman, but

only two men, which didn't surprise me because this was the middle of

the 80's and nursing was still considered a women's job, maybe it still

is. I had seen some of the girls before in previous classes and at work,

but I didn't call any of them friend, as it was a little harder to fit

in then I originally thought. Even though I was twenty-seven, I felt

like an old-hag compared to the young coeds who seemingly bopped around

without a care in the world. I took a seat near the back.

The professor entered the class. He was a decent looking man, probably

in his late forties; he was well dressed and well groomed. The professor

handed out the class syllabus and handed out a class handbook, the

professor had written himself, and he gave us some time to examine them.

The professor started a speech about the nursing profession, how

important it was and how important it was to be a competent one and so

on. I was busy thumbing through the handbook so his exact words escaped

me, but what didn't escape me were the pictures in the book. There were

pictures of naked women being examined. There were breast and

gynecological exam pictures. There were also pictures of nurses giving

sponge baths and enemas. The pictures were all in black and white, but

they still were pretty graphic, and a little startling, even for a

nursing major, I assumed.

When the professor stopped his spiel, a good-looking blonde in the front

row raised her hand.

"Sir, I was looking at the second page of the syllabus and well...I mean

it says the course, like requires that we be, like nude at times...What

the..." She asked, her voice trembling and trailing off.

I quickly flipped to the second page of the syllabus, as the sound of

ruffling paper filled the classroom, as most of the class followed.

"Yes, at times it does," the professor broke in, "this is a hands on

course, It focuses on the medical knowledge that you should have learned

in your previous classes, this class will show if you can apply them. So

if you were going to perform let's say a chest exam. It's better that we

find out here, if you can do one properly and professionally, then have

you fold in the field."

"So we will be practicing on each other," the blond muttered.

"Yes, but it's done in a professional manner, like it would be done in

the field. I know it's sounds embarrassing, but I'm sure that most of

you know by now that being a nurse has it's embarrassing moments

incorporated into it. Part of the function of the class is to toughen

you up, sort of speak. We can't have yah freak out the first time you

see a private body part in the field now can we," the professor

answered. Then he added with a laugh, "it's not like we all sit around

here naked."

The class erupted in nervous giggles, I had to say he was very

professional sounding.

The girl sitting next to me raised her hand.

"What about the guys...I mean are we going to have to be naked in front

of them too," she asked nervously.

"At times, but it's good that we have them here, it gives us a chance to

work with both sexes," the professor answered, "I'm sure it will be just

as embarrassing for them to be exposed in front of you as well," he

added.

Suddenly there were many hands in the air.

"Look at it this way, it's like when you learned how to drive, you just

didn't get into a car and drive away. You had to learn to drive by

practicing, and then you had to pass the drivers' test to show you were

a competent driver. This class is just like that, you have to show you

are a competent nurse before I will allow you to graduate," the

professor said as more hands went up.

"Put your hands down, if you have any more questions read the first

chapter of the hand book, it explains the course in more detail, it

should answer most of your questions," he said holding up the handbook.

"And next class please bring back your signed waiver form, or if you

don't think you have what it takes...Hey not every one can handle being

a nurse, it's one of the toughest jobs on the planet. I suggest you drop

this class and change your major," the professor said in a harsh tone.

The class started to file out I noticed there were all different size

and shapes of girls in the class and many of them had panic looks on

their faces. When the guys left, I heard them taking about a football

game, so I figured none of this bothered them. As I walked down the hall

to my next class. I stopped by my academic advisor; I was in luck she

was in. After a brief visit, it seemed the professor was right, if we

didn't pass his class we couldn't graduate. The professor certainly held

the cards, to his student's futures, in his hands.

For the rest of the day I just couldn't get my first class out of my

head, I read the waiver over and over. My hand trembled as I signed my

fictitious name to the form and dated it. I couldn't believe that we

would have to be medical models for each other, so far we have just

watched videos and practiced on dummies.

The night before my next class, I took a shower and slipped on my robe,

and returned to my room. My roommate was out for the evening, as she

normally was. I stood in front of the full- length mirror that was on

the back of the door. I made sure that the door was locked, like ten

times.

My hands trembled as I slowly opened my robe. I couldn't believe how

embarrassed I was just looking at my body like this. I pictured a room

full of people staring at me.

"Did I have a nice body?" I asked myself.

I blushed, as I just never even thought about it before. I looked at the

mirror, my 5'7", 125 pound reflection staring back at me. My heart was

racing as I caressed my medium sized breasts, my nipples immediately

responding to my touch. I was lightly pinching them, they were getting

so hard, and I was embarrassed even though no one was even there. My

long erect nipples always did that to me. My hands traveled down my trim

stomach, down to my thighs, then caressing my inner thighs. I ran a

finger over my light brown pubic hairs that match the color of my hair.

I swim to keep in shape, so I keep my pussy neatly trimmed.

Running my finger along my pussy lips, I'm surprised at how wet I had

become, I can't be turned on about the thought of being naked in a room

full of people, can I? Maybe it had just been to long without sex. I

don't know what it was, but I just couldn't stand it any longer. I

jumped on my bed and began violently masturbating. I even found myself

imagining the professor licking my pussy right in front of the class.

This quickly brought me to a powerful orgasm, I slowly drifted off to

sleep, dreaming erotic dreams.

The next day I woke up, surprised that I was still naked, as I never

slept in the nude. I couldn't believe how much I was thinking about that

class. It was and early morning class so I had to rush to get there on

time, arriving just as the professor walked in.

"Ah Miss Lewis you just made it," the professor said.

"Thanks," I mumbled a little surprised that he knew my name and thankful

that I still did.

"Francis, right," he said.

"Yah, but you can call me Fran if you like," I said, a little more

seductively then I had planed.

"All right, Fran it is, and you all can call me Dr. Dan, as even I have

a hard time pronouncing my last name," he said, as the class giggled.

Looking around the class, there were a few empty seats, so I figured we

already had a few dropouts. I had made it this far in my career, so I

was determined to get through this assignment. The next couple of

classes were fairly routine, we started with ear and mouth checks and

pulse and Blood pressure work. I was sitting next to a cute blond girl,

about the same height and weight as me, so when it came to pick a

partner to work with, she just looked at me and I just nodded my head.

Her name was Trisha, she was easy to get along with, I even found out

that her mom was a nurse as well.

The two guys in the class didn't have to partner up, they would just

bounce from group to group, which I thought was a little strange. The

professor would also come by to each group and you would have to show

him that you knew the proper techniques. It was like having a practical

exam every class.

We were about two weeks into class when I noticed that the next class

was going to be heart and chest exam, and then the breast exam. The

professor showed a clip of various chest exams, none to graphic and then

called up Suzy to the front of the class. Suzy was a stunning blonde who

sat in the first row, and when it comes to the chest department, you

could say she was heads above the rest of the class. After a speech

about the heart and blood flow and medical related functions, the

professor turned to Suzy.

"Suzy would you please unbutton your blouse," he said.

Suzy looked at him like he was crazy, I guess I would have done the same

thing, as she fumbled with the buttons.

"Class for the rest of the semester would you all please wear white

T-shirts and girls please no bra's either, it just makes it easier on

everyone," the professor barked.

The room filled with gasps at his request, as it did when Amy took her

blouse off and sat it on the table. She was wearing a white low-cut bra

that only half covered her large nipples, the bra's material seemingly

strained to its limits.

Her face was beet red, as the professor examined her right in front of

the class with his stethoscope. The class was eerily quite, it's like we

were in a trance, listening to the deep breaths of her impressive lungs.

He then called on another girl from the class to come up to the front;

it was Suzy's partner Amanda. Amanda seemed even more nervous than Suzy

as she took off her top.

She wore a large white bra, that held up her own large breasts.

"Steven would you come up, and check her out," the professor said.

I watched as Steven quickly rushed to the front of the class. Steven was

handsome little devil, and from my brief dealings with him so far, he

acted like one too. He was just a little to hands on in my opinion.

We watched as Steven used the stethoscope on her back making her breath

deeply in and out. You could also see he was watching her breasts heave

up and down over her shoulder, smiling with approval. He moved around to

the front.

"Dr. Dan, should we have a patient remove her bra if it's a heavy one

like hers?" Steven asked, as Amanda's head snapped around with the

question.

"You should have her remove anything that gets in the way of your

reading," Dr. Dan said.

"Ok Miss, I'm having a little trouble hearing, will you please slip your

bra off?" Steven said.

"Very good Steven that was well done, nice and professional," Dr. Dan

said as he stood by Steven's side.

I looked at Trisha who flashed me a stunned look, while Amanda was

looking at Dr. Dan with pleading eyes.

"He wants me to," Amanda mumbled.

"Please and now," Steven interrupted, while the professor just nodded.

The class watched as Amanda reached behind her back and unsnapped her

bra. She slid it off her shoulders, but held in front of her. Steven had

to tug a little to get it away from her. When he did she immediately

covered her breasts with her hands.

"Now, now, nothing to be embarrassed about," Steven said as he grabbed

her arms and placed them by her side, as the class gasped, as her large

breasts sprung into view. Her bikini tan lines gave her quite an erotic

look. Steven went back to listening to her heart; I could only guess

that her heart was going a mile a minute as I now mine was. Amanda had

to be embarrassed, but she also had to now that there was more of this

to come, as I am sure she became an instant class favorite.

The next day I went through my T-shirts trying to find a white one that

wasn't see through or really tight, but I'm cursed with the type of

nipples that you can't hide with a white shirt anyways. I decided to

cover up with a large sweatshirt. I headed to class, as I arrived to

class I noticed many of the women had gone with the cover up route as

well. I also noticed that our numbers were down as well, I counted

twenty women and big surprise the two guys were still there. The

professor came into class and started role call.

"Just a reminder of the dress code class, when you come in please take

off your outerwear and put it on the back off your seats. I also notice

some of you girls are wearing jeans and long pants, I think you better

start getting used to wearing short skirts please. I remember thinking

what other professor could get away with telling his female students to

only wear white T-shirts with no bra's and short skirts to class. Yet he

said it with no obvious emotion in his voice, and he still technically

wasn't breaking any laws.

"Lets grab a stethoscope and partner up and practice our heart exams,"

the professor announced.

I partnered with Trisha and we both shed our sweatshirts. We both were

giggling nervously as we started. It was kind of strange, but we were

doing the best we could to be professional. I watched Steven bounce from

group to group like he always did, while the other guy mostly worked

with Amanda and Suzy. I couldn't say as I hardly blamed him.

"Hi girls mind if I take a listen," Steven said as he approached us.

I felt like telling him to go to hell, but the professor was only a

couple feet away, so we just nodded. He started on Trisha's back running

the stethoscope under her T-shirt, she jumped a bit as we had been

working over our shirts. He worked quickly enough though as he had

twenty women to get to.

He moved over to me and started to lift the front of my shirt, I had all

I could do not to slug him, as his scope now traveled up my front. He

ran it over each breast having me breath in and out deeply, he certainly

seemed to have fun running the cold scope over my now erect nipples, as

he did it several times. I felt relieved when Steven finally left, but

the professor quickly moved in, we had to exam each other as he watched,

I was a little embarrassed about the present state of my nipples, but I

noticed that there were a lot of, headlights on, in the room.

A couple of classes later we started on the breast exam part of the

course. The professor called up Suzy to the front of the class.

"Suzy remove your top and put your hands behind your back," he ordered.

I was glad that I didn't pick a seat up front or maybe it was her huge

yet still perfectly firm breasts that made her a popular choice. We

watched as the professor started to examine her breasts pausing to

explain each step, they were all outlined in the handbook. He was very

thorough. He then had her put her hands on her head and lean forward,

which was nowhere in the book. He stood by her side and held her swaying

breast in her hand almost juggling it, he switched back and forth

between each breast. I saw a small tear run down Suzy's cheek, as she

had to be mortified.

The last thing he did was take her large nipple in between his thumb and

two fingers and rolled it back and forth and finished by giving it a

good pull, judging by Suzie's painful expression. He then called up

Amanda and repeated the breast exam only this time, Amanda was lying on

her back on one of the exam beds. I just couldn't imagined what it felt

like to be examined by the professor in front of the class like that,

but by the look on their faces and the tears in their eyes, I would have

to say it wasn't all that pleasant.

We had all weekend to think about the next class, we knew what was

coming next, it was our turn to practice on each other. Lucky I had to

work and study all weekend, I still had to pass my other classes on my

own, so it helped me take my mind off it, as Monday quickly rolled

around.

I enter class Monday morning, with nervous knees, as I sat down I

nervously chatted with Trisha; I had never touched another woman's

breasts before, and knew I was only minutes away from doing so. I could

see her eyes wander to my chest as we spoke, so I figured she was also

thinking about it.

After roll call the professor called Suzy up front, much to no ones

surprise.

"Ok class lets all stand up and get with your partner," the professor

said.

"Now class I want you to lift the front of your shirts over your head

and rest it on the back, like this," he said as he lifted Suzy's shirt

over her head and bunched it on the back of her neck.

The class reacted slowly, one here, then another, finally I looked at

Trisha, who just shrugged her shoulders and we both lifted our shirts

into place. Somehow this seemed worse than just taking the damn thing

off.

"Start with the visually inspection and then proceed with the manual

one, I will be around to grade each group shortly," he said

I looked at Trisha, trying to be professional about it, but my body was

a bundle of nervous energy.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Trisha whispered, and I had to concur.

I sheepishly looked at Trisha's chest. Trisha had medium sized breasts

like mine, but they were very perky, with deep pink nipples, which set

against her white almost transparent skin, gave her an erotic look. We

kind of scanned the room, there were eighteen other women all nervously

looking around, some had already started with the manual exams, there

were breasts in all different sizes and shapes.

"Well Fran you want to start?" Trisha said as she raised her right arm

over her head.

"I guess so," I managed as I stood by her side.

I slowly started, pressing two finger into her right breast, trying to

emulate the nurses we saw in the video's, I tried to use the soft but

still firm approach, the same description could be used to describe

Trisha's breasts. Trisha went next, It didn't feel all that bad having

her touch my breasts, as she was very professional and had very soft

hands.

"Hello ladies," a voice interrupted us.

We turned around and noticed Steven, behind us wearing that stupid grin

that he always did.

"Could you two stand side by side, please so I can examine your

breasts," he said with a smirk.

I knew it was coming, but was still caught a little off guard by this.

My arms folded across my chest in an inadvertently defiant pose.

"I think I'll start with you," he said looking me right in the eyes.

Before I could even think to protest, he bent my arm back over my head

and began circling my breast with his fingers, I had to bit my tongue,

and resist my urge to slug him, cause I knew that wherever Steven was

the professor was always nearby.

He started to add more pressure and more fingers giving me a quick, but

through going over. He moved over my nipple lightly pinching it between

his thumb and finger. I wanted to smack that stupid smile off his cocky

face, as my nipple grew in his hand. He proceeded to do the same with my

other breast and nipple. I was relieved when his hands left by breasts.

He started on Trisha, I watched as he examined her, but from where I was

standing it looked like he was doing more fondling than examining, but

he was no where near as bad as the other guy I saw up front. He had

Amanda and Suzy leaning against the brown desk up front, like he was

searching them, he was switching back and forth massaging their breasts

from behind. I couldn't believe that was an acceptable medical position,

but the professor saw him as well and didn't even say a word.

Instead the professor came over and it was time for our practical. It

felt very strange, to say the least, examining Trisha's breasts in front

of him. Never mind that my exposed breasts were dangling from my chest

as I did it. He had a sly grin on his face as he interrupted me.

"Miss Lewis you have to use a little more pressure, like this," he said,

as he now had Trisha's breast in his hand. He went on to examine both of

them, before I resumed. I tried to emulate his techniques, more worried

about blowing my cover, I was supposed to be an experienced nursing

student, than the fact that I was feeling up my lab partner at that

moment. I even finished by giving her nipples several tugs, checking for

discharge, like he did.

I don't know if she was worried about her grade, or maybe I just pissed

her off a little, because when it became her turn to examine me. She was

a lot rougher then before, especially on my nipples, and she also had me

lean forward and milked both of my breasts, finishing by holding them

only by their erect nipples. It was a strangely erotic feeling, being

manipulated like this by her, but yet humiliating to have the professor

watching us so closely, he even patted her on the back when she was

through.

Finally class had ended for the day. We adjusted our clothes and left

the class. I had never talked to Trisha outside of class before, but

today was different. She asked me if I wanted to skip our next class and

go have some breakfast in the café instead.

I was a little too worked up to listing to another boring lecture so I

agreed. We ordered some food, both admitting that we were too nervous to

eat before class.

"Can you believe that class?" Trisha started.

"Oh my god, how embarrassing was that?" I replied

We both just shook our heads, I also noticed Steven was in the café with

some of his buddies.

"Look at Mister Pervert over there," I said, as Trisha spotted Steven as

well.

"You think he was perverted did you see that other guy?" Trisha cried.

"Oh my God! How did the girls let him get away with that?" I replied.

"I don't know, but did you see that huge bulge in his pants? I think

that had a little to do with it," Trisha said with a laugh, "I see the

three of them hanging around quite a bit now."

"Maybe," I mumbled, willing to play coy.

"Didn't you like it when Steven touched your breasts?" Trisha asked.

"No, not really, did you?" I meekly asked.

"Oh my god, I almost came right there!" She cried.

"Really?" I snapped.

"Yah he's so cute, and he smelled so good!" She said, her face almost

euphoric looking.

"I guess," I mumbled, as she had a point, but the dirty bastard

definitely took advantage of the situation presented to him by the

professor.

"Can I asked you something and promise me you won't get mad?" Trisha

asked timidly.

"What?" I asked, but I had a feeling.

"Are you a lesbian or bi or something?" She mumbled her voice trailing

off.

"That's what I thought you were going to ask," I said with a laugh, "no

I consider myself a heterosexual female, but just to be honest, I guess

I haven't seen much action lately, with studying and work in all."

"Really me too, I glad I'm not the only one, oh wait sorry," she mumbled.

"That's Ok I know what you meant," I said, as we both giggled.

"I guess it's been a little to long, I even liked it a little when the

professor felt my tits up," she said.

"It has been too long!" I cried, as we both shared another laugh.

"Sorry I was a little rough with yah during our practical, I guess I got

caught up in the moment," I mumbled.

"Yah I guess I did too, hope I didn't hurt your nipples," she said with

a giggle.

"Nah, they are a little raw though," I said.

"You definitely win the longest nipples in the class award," she said

with a sly grin.

"I'm honored," I said sarcastically.

"Did you happen to flip through the rest of the book?" She asked,

finally trying to change the subject.

"Oh the handbook," I said

"I think today was just the tip of the iceberg, sort of speak," she said.

"I now, we have patient care next, sponge baths, pre-surgery prep,

rectal temperatures, all kinds of embarrassing stuff, I can’t wait!" I

cried.

We both shared a nervous giggle.

"Hey I wonder if Steven has a girlfriend?" Trisha purred.

"20 of them!" I cried.

We both broke out into nervous laughter. We both knew we were in for a

long semester.