Lisa gave me plenty of time to stew in confusion, since she didn't return for thirty-seven minutes. Not that I'd been staring at the clock while waiting for her, or anything. Something about her behavior bugged the hell out of me. The entire time I'd been injured, she flipped between walking on egg shells around me and being so handsy and attentive — well, it was pretty easy to guess.

It was foolish to think you could walk away from a goddamn bomb tinker with just a bump on the head. At least I'd saved my... yeah, my friends.

So, I was going to make her tell me. I had the words all lined up. I'd let her know how pissed I was that she's trying to keep it from me. Figure out how best I could help with whatever time I had left. Make sure my dad was taken care of.

I forgot all of that when she finally returned.

Leaning on the door frame, one hand on a cocked hip, was the sluttiest nurse I'd ever seen. The pink uniform probably stopped less than a quarter of the way to the knee since, in her current position, it rode up enough that her hand was actually on the hip itself. The other hand hung at her side and held the first aid kit.

Following that hand, though, brought my attention to the black stocking and garter belt. They were mostly see-through except for in key places, and pink frills and laces ran the length. The panties, the only thing covering her from my sight, had a gap running down the front that ended just in time. The gap was bridged by more lace and capped with a bow at the top.

My face burned and I couldn't look any longer. Going higher didn't help, though. The top had only a single button done up, and her smooth stomach was on display above the bow. Beyond that, a matching black and pink bra hid very little.

Rounding out the package, she'd gone all out with makeup. Cherry red lipstick, blush on the cheeks, and dark eye shadow.

I sat there, staring, unable to look away no matter how much my brain screamed at me to. The outfit was absurd, really, something out of a cartoon. The way Lisa wore it, though... I'd always known she was pretty. Beautiful, even, when she got dressed up. Her Tattletale persona definitely played up her sexuality.

This was something else. Every line of the outfit, every color, every bit of exposed skin, it was all perfectly calculated. Harnessed. Weaponized. I said the first thing that came to mind.

"No paper hat?"

She'd been about to take a step forward — probably more of a sway than a step — but halted at my question, eyes wide.

We both started laughing about the same time, and I felt much better. It was getting easier to think, now that I was doing something besides just looking at Lisa and she wasn't standing there like that.

She regained her composure after a moment, and I'm pretty sure I heard a muttered "damn you." And now she was back in character, shit. I managed to peel my eyes away, but my bonfire-cheeks weren't going anywhere.

Lisa approached the bedside, somehow magically translating side-to-side hip motion into forward progress. I tried to think of something to say, but couldn't. I turned to say something anyway and yelped.

She was bent over me and had her face inches from mine. She grabbed my head to keep me from pulling back further, and in a frightening moment where I had no idea what she was doing, touched her forehead to mine.

"You're burning up, dear. I'll have to check for a fever. But first, we need to clean and redress those wounds!"

"Lisa, wha — "

Tut, tut," she talked over me, finger wag and all. "Nurse Wilbourn."

I gave her my best defiant stare, but her smile just widened. Then, before I could stop her, she tore off my blanket and crawled on to the bed.

On the bright side, I didn't feel like I was dying anymore. No, this was surely proof I was already dead. Though whether I was in heaven or hell was a tossup.

She'd done this a few times already, barring the outfit and act, and it had been embarrassing each time. But now, as she rolled up my pajama leg, I could barely stand it. She used both hands and went excruciatingly slowly, touching my legs with her wrists and palms more than the cotton. The sensation tracked its way behind her and spread out to the rest of my body. It was hard not to shiver or jerk about.

I looked down toward her and caught her eyes on me. That same smile she always had looked so different now, and not just because of the lipstick. I gulped, suddenly finding my mouth and throat very dry. I broke eye contact for the glass of water.

When I was finished, she had removed the bandages and started cleaning. She went slow, maddeningly slow. It was hard to sit still, but the longer it went on the less I wanted to shrink away. It was soothing even as my heart beat quicker. I sunk into the bed and let her work.

After a long, long while, she'd finished and moved on to my other wounds. The leg was by far the worst, but I also had cuts and bruises on my stomach, side, and arms. She crawled all over me, taking her time with each one, and pressing her burning hot body against me the entire way. She was extremely careful not to apply pressure or bump any of the places that still hurt, though the movement still angered them slightly. I didn't mind so much.

Damp, warm cloth dabbed and scrubbed. Soft hands caressed and braced. The entire time I could hear her breathing and feel her heartbeat. I'd never spent so much time so close to another person, and it was getting hard to think straight. I had forgotten to breathe a few times, remembering in a sudden gasp after a certain touch or tingle.

She ran her fingers around the fresh bandage on my, thankfully much flatter as of late, belly before planting an exaggerated kiss on a spot where flesh met gauze. It left a bright red stamp in the shape of her lips, but it may as well have been burned into me with a branding iron.

She looked up at me again with that same-but-different smile, and I fought for control of my mouth. I wanted to say something, to ask her why she was doing this. Why she was doing it with me. I wanted to plead with her for... something. I didn't know what.

Starring into Lisa's eyes, though, I saw something there. She was begging me in turn, and I couldn't deny her. I didn't want to.

She continued on to my arm. That same slow, deliberate pace was kept the entire way. We were closer than ever, now, and the room was filled with labored breathing. I closed my eyes. I don't think I could deal with another look at her like the one before, not with her so near.

Every time she touched my arm I squirmed. My legs were held together tightly, and every bit of movement sent ripples through me.

She finished with the last bandage, and I both felt and heard the movement as she dug through the kit for something. I didn't dare to look, so I just focused on breathing and being as still as I could. If I moved any more...

Lisa's hand on my chin shocked my eyes open. She was close again, though not quite as close as when she'd put her hand on my forehead, and turned my head to face her directly.

"Say `ah', Taylor," she sung.

"I — wha — you," I couldn't talk.

She waved a small thermometer in front of me. "Ah?"

I opened my mouth and raised my tongue while my whole body shook minutely. She inserted the thermometer, careful not to poke me with it. She mimicked closing her own mouth around one, and I followed suit. Her hand moved from my chin, slowly crawling up to cup my cheek.

"Hold it for me, Taylor, until I tell you. And be a good girl. It's going to take several minutes."

I nodded slightly, my mind more gone than ever. Lisa smiled at my in response, and I really liked this one.

We stayed that way, locked on each other. Her face was so close to mine, and her hand still held me. Time passed in parceled-out heartbeats, agonizing in their regularity as I waited for whatever came next.

Eventually, after enough time had passed that I was ready to speak up, Lisa brought her other hand to my head and leaned the rest of the way to me.

Her lips touched my forehead and I wanted to scream. I don't know what I'd expected or wanted, but this wasn't it. It burned me anyway, and I wanted to grab on to her and hold her there forever.

It didn't last, though, and her head traveled down so that we were cheek to cheek. She slowly pulled the thermometer out, and turned her head slightly so she could just see it out of the corner of her eye.

Her low, breathy voice touched my ear, "Good girl, Taylor. You did good."

Quicker than I could register, she was off of me and standing up with her hands on her hip. "No fever, and your bandages are all taken care of! I'm going to go get lunch started. Let me know if you need anything, okay?"

She didn't wait for an answer and I was speechless as Lisa bound out of the room, both for the obvious reasons and because holy shit her ass was hanging out with only the barest hint of the lace that framed it.

I flopped back down and stared at the hot red mark on my stomach for a long while.

Rebound

(Автор: doomlord9)

Taylor is starting to get really stressed out lately. Between being outed, continuing to protect the city after the PRT was forced out via angry citizens who had enough with their shit and them attacking the ones actually protecting them, and the breakup with Brian, she is stretched to her limit. Thankfully the breakup wasn't as bad as it could have been even though it couldn't be called clean by any means.

Lisa suddenly walks into Taylor's office lair and without a word walks behind Taylor. Taylor tries to ask what is going on only to be shushed by a finger to her lips before Lisa's fingers start rubbing her temples. She begins to relax into the massage, her tension headache fading slowly. Lisa slowly and methodically massages down her neck and begins to rub Taylor's shoulders, her fingers mapping all of the knots recent events have caused. Taylor hisses in discomfort as she prods and rubs the knots until a low groan escapes when the knots slowly release, not realizing how tense she has been as she relaxes further as Lisa hunts and relieves every knot with extreme prejudice.

A period of time later she feels Lisa's hands on her waist as they begin to lift her shirt. She raises her arms to let it slide off her and lays face down on the bed.....bed? When did they get into the bedroo— her thoughts cut off as Lisa's skilled fingers begin their work on her back. Her thought seem to slide from her head as those hands and finger seem to just know exactly where they need to go for the best result....which given who is controlling them they probably do. Her fingers slide so smoothly Taylor almost wonders if she brought oil for this.

Taylor is so relaxed by the time Lisa begins working on her bare legs, she spares only a moment to wonder when her pants had been removed before drifting back into a gentle haze of contentment. Lisa's hands slowly make their way up her legs, tracing the defined muscle months of running and then heavy cape activity has given her. When her hands reach the top of her thighs and begin massaging her firm butt, Taylor responds with nothing more than a soft hum of pleasure.

After a few minutes of enjoying the sensations she feels Lisa crawl from her position above Taylor's legs and gently trying to roll her over. Taylor let's herself be moved without a sound or even opening her eyes, content to just lay there and enjoy the pampering as even her insects as lazily trailing patterns in the air as Lisa begins to work on her front. Nothing was missed, her neck, collarbone, stomach, arms, Lisa paid attention to them all before turning her attentions towards Taylor's modest chest. Rather than be disappointed with what is offered Lisa seemed to delight in showing the same attentiveness and dedication towards her chest as she did to her butt.

Taylor has begun to breathe a little heavier by the time Lisa decides to move on. Still keeping her eyes closed she feels Lisa lay next to her and her hand slowly working its way down her belly. When her fingers come to rest on the bare skin of her pussy, Taylor doesn't even question where her panties went and simply lets her legs fall open at Lisa's silent urging.

The only sounds in the room are Taylor soft pants, gasps, and moans of pleasure as Lisa takes her time to slowly wind Taylor up, her fingers always moving before the sensations became intense enough to set her off early.

After a period of time that felt like hours, Taylor feels Lisa's fingers change how they are moving, trusting and rubbing with a more determined pace as she feels that ball in her gut wind tighter and tighter. Just as Lisa gently rolls her over the edge into her climax Taylor feels a soft pair of lips on her own, kissing her tenderly and eagerly swallowing the sounds of her pleasure as Lisa expertly draws Taylor into another climax before the first ends, tenderly drawing several more climaxes from Taylor one after the other before drawing her hand back and cupping her pussy as she finally lets Taylor wind down.

As the nearly delirious Taylor attempts to mumble what may have been a question, she is again shushed softly and told to go to sleep. Feeling more relaxed than she can ever remember and now tired on top of it, Taylor does so.

After the most restful sleep she can ever remember having, Taylor slowly crawls her way into consciousness and finally begins processing exactly what happened the night before. She has no idea what that was but...she doesn't regret it.

* * *

So...that was a thing. Lisa deciding to help Taylor relax and catch her on the rebound? Aisha plotting with Lisa to help her get over Brian?

I dunno, I just had that scene in my head and it wouldn't go away. Go do magic writing things, make it real, and you can answer those questions for me.

In completely unrelated news, can you guess which section of xvideos I wandered my way into recently?

Almost Perfect(?)

(Автор: Vague Wanderer)

My powers were almost perfect.

They'd gotten me out of the locker. I'd bent the door, but the school believed me when I said a guy with a crowbar had let me out. Didn't care enough to check, I guess.

I could fly. Supersonic, even. Broke some windows finding that out.

I was crazy strong and tough. I could pick up the front of dad's car with my pinkie, and I was bulletproof, maybe even rocketproof.

The only drawback was needing to shift to do everything. When I was regular old Taylor Hebert, I was...regular old Taylor Hebert. I had to use my Changer power to shift to use my powers.