Mary slipped her plain cotton panties off, folded them carefully, and added them to the neatly organized pile with the rest of her uniform.
“You don’t have to do this,” James whispered.
“It’s not something I have to do, it’s something I want to do.” Mary leaned forward and kissed him. “Are you ready?”
Mary followed James’s gaze down to his midsection, where his raging erection, looking as hard and straight as a totem pole, left no doubt as to his readiness. She took one more deep breath before climbing onto the bed. She threw her leg over his midsection and knelt above his body. Her pubic hair tickled his balls as she held him in her hand, wondering at how hot and rigid it felt. She teasingly played with his hardness for a moment, drawing sighs of impatience from the man below her; the man that in the year she had known him had gone from being just a patient, to a friend, and now almost inevitably to a lover.