Bare Pet: Bare Pet: The story of a lesbian girl - The older identity

XV.

I discussed my addiction with Christine. We agreed that I could not function with my uncontrolled sexuality. At first I tried to concentrate on not thinking about my hairless pussy, but it just tingled and I had to touch it. After that first touch I couldn't control myself any more... As my hand slipped on the smooth surface and reached my creased inner lips I started to tremble. Sometimes I just creased my labia between my fingers until I reached my climax, sometimes I grabbed them and pulled them as hard as it was possible. I did this until it was unbearably good and then I came. Usually it didn't take more then five minutes, but when I had the opportunity I did not stop after the first orgasm. I could play much longer when the first climax was over. Usually I carried on until I reached a state where I was so highly aroused after a few orgasms that I was continuously on the edge of pleasure. This was a kind of heaven where I felt the closeness of the ultimate climax but it was hard to reach it without inflicting pain. I achieved this with tugging my lips or fisting my pussy.

I had to be monitored regularly because of the low temperature experiment in the institute. So I spent two days there in every month, taking tests, giving different samples of body fluids and tissue samples and endured various examinations. It turned out that I suffered from a strange side effect. The cells in my body had a longer lifespan than in other humans. My cells lived twice as long as before the hibernation. They seemed to worry about that, since it was a kind of adenomatoid behavior, but otherwise my cells acted normally. The other side effect was that my metabolism was slower too. I did not eat too much before, but since my awakening ate even less. I needed less sleep also. There was a doctor who was particularly interested in my case. She was in her early thirties, and looked like a vulcan from startrek. Very strict looking, with black rimmed glasses, straight cut dark hair, stern mouth and she was always absolutely smile and speechless.

"Miss Vg, please follow me to my office!" she asked or better said almost commanded. "I have to tell you I find your case very strange and interesting and I would like to make further tests, but unfortunately my work here will fish soon." she put down her spectacles and I realized that she had beautiful blue eyes. I froze since she looked so much like me.

"I knew that you are about to start the university in September, and since I have a job there it could prove useful for you that we know each other. I can not pay you for your efforts, I can only offer my assistance with your studies. Will you help me in my studies?"

"I will think about it."

"I don't ask more! Thank you! You may leave now!" she showed me to the door and as she shook my hand and I looked into her eyes I felt a strong tingle throughout my body. She looked like me in twenty years! Except that she was average height she had the same slim body as myself, her face was very much like mine and those eyes stared back like I looked into a mirror.

I went to Christine's office and told her about the offer.

"I don't know much about her. She is a great scientist, but she is very reserved" she explained.

"I don't remember her being here before the experiment."

"She came over from the university she has been invited to take part in a project." said Christine with some hesitation.

"What does she study?"

"Well she was not in my department, but since she is neurologist and microbiologist I think she was in the cyber-nerve project. It is mostly about how to influence the neuro-endocrin system artificially. The N-mobilizine also came from that project" she said.

"I see. Did you notice that she looks like me in a 20 years older version?" I asked her.

"Well, more like your sister, but yes there is a great resemblance anyway." she furrowed her eyebrows "Anyway it will be forty years for you if your body acts as they predict. Please do not tell anybody what I did to your body during the hibernation or before. Not even if it makes their studies imprecise.

The next time when I visited the institute I went to the office of my older self as I called the strict looking doctor. She had just arrived and she was still in her civilian clothes. Tight jeans with a broad belt and a t-shirt. I studied her figure while she offered a seat. I decided to talk very formally.

"So?" she asked impatiently.

"Can I ask something first?"

"Go ahead!" she waved with her hand.

"Are you aware doctor of the close resemblance in our physical appearance?" my question hung in the air and I realized that she had lost her bearings.

"Well it never crossed my mind"she was obviously embarrassed.

"And what do you think about it?" I kept pushing the subject.

"You have a point. I have to agree, expect our age..."

"I don't think that you didn't notice and see your younger self when we first met" I put it a bit too strong, but it had already left my mouth. "Can I ask you what kind further tests would you like to administer?"

"I would like to study your nervous system. I believe there are a lot of specialist aspects that they have not studied, regarding your hibernation."

"I'm in, but I have a few terms Id like you to consider! You must change your attitude since I can not cooperate with you if you are so strict and rigid."

"All right!" she agreed. "What else?"

"I want you to be honest with me..."

"Do you know Miss Vg that you are very impertinent, and if I was your mother I would..."

"I am 19. Not a child anymore! Please treat me like an adult!" I interrupted her. My voice was louder as it should be.

"I agree you are very mature. Do you have any other condition?" there were sparks in her eyes and some anger in her controlled voice.

"Is it all right with you if we know more about each other?"

"You have very strange requests" there was some kind of smile in the corner of her mouth. "Will you join me for dinner after I finished here? Let's say at 5 o'clock."

"Gladly."

I spent some time with Christine. She looked worried. I massaged her neck and shoulders, while she sat at her desk. At the end I slipped my hand under her frock and caressed her tits. I spread the oil on them that was on my hands. She started to moan, and she didn't care that I took off her frock. I massaged her entire body. I knew that she had kids but her body was still perfect. She was muscular and hard all over. Her furless pussy shined with the oil and with her juices. I massaged her large inner lips and soft labia majora, and slid two fingers occasionally into her vagina. She started to come after a while and got louder. I put my hand on her mouth to soften her moans.

When she calmed down she explained that she got an offer from a very famous research institute from the States. She will go there to discuss the details about her employment. I was kind of depressed when finally she finished. I felt like she had abandoned me and she hadn't even asked me...

I was already sitting in an armchair front of Dr. Stark's office when she got back from the lab or wherever she was. She nodded but did not say anything as she dashed along the corridor. She was back in her civilian clothes in two minutes and waved as she passed me. We drove to a restaurant and nobody said anything until the waitress did not take the orders for the drink. I noticed the way she ran her eyes along the young waitress' body.

"Do you have a family, doctor Stark?" I broke the silence.

She shook her head and studied the menu further. When the waitress came back with the drinks she held her glass in front of herself and finally she said:

"I think it is better if you call me Tamara!" there was a shadow of a smile run along her face.

"Cheers!" I replied and our glasses met with a soft clink.

"I always want to tell you that it is not allowed to drink at your age then I realize how old you are..." it was her first human sentence.

"They always teasing me in the hospital too." I smiled.

"Hospital? You work in the hospital?" she raised her eyebrows.

"Yes. I am a nurse. I work in the traumatology department."

"I didn't know that. I assumed you are still in high school since you go to the university this year."

"Well I have to work since my mother disinherited me. I finished the nursing college on correspondence course after the night shifts." I explained.

In the meantime the waitress returned and I noticed again Tamara's wandering eyes as she registered the bouncing tits, the soft hips and the delicate shape of the waitress neck below her pinned up hair.

"Do you have a friend?" I asked her.

"You mean boyfriend?" she flashed her eyes on me. Then she shook her head while slipped her drink. "None for a while. I was not very lucky with guys, and I am getting old to live with somebody's whims. And what about you? You must have thousands of admirers."

"Well I am too young for that."

We both laughed, and I saw something strange in her eyes, but which I liked as she slowly opened up and relaxed. A couple arrived at the next table and again I saw as her eyes stripped the young girl's body. She didn't even look at the boy. I saw as she bit her lower lip when the dress slipped from the girl's shoulder revealing her smooth golden skin. The drink helped a lot to loosen up Tamara. I started to enjoy her company, and I saw the desire in her eyes every time when our eyes met. We discussed a lot of things. Every detail of her life implied that she is like me and not just physically. When we finished with the food I touched her hand on the table. She jerked back if it were an electric shock.

"I... I am sorry!" she said suddenly.

"You are so shy Tamara!" I replied with a smile "Will you take you glasses off... for me!"

"I won't see a thing without them." but she took them off, and blinked

a few times.

"You have beautiful eyes" I knew exactly how beautiful since I have seen it every time I looked into the mirror.

"Hey young girl!" she put her glasses back suddenly "Don't play games with me!"

"Sorry about that but you know I am a narcissist. I was wondering if may be we are relatives."

We laughed again and I got unsure weather I was correct regarding her sexual orientation. Maybe she just stared at the young girls because they were young. Youthfulness is always a kind of beauty. We discussed every relative in our family but we did not find any common lineage. Since we both drank some alcoholic drink she was not allowed to drive home her car. She asked me to have a few more drinks in a nearby bar.

We ordered cocktails in the bar and we both got drunk. I was quite sure now that I saw desire in her eyes. It was the same look as mine. I studied her face and the biggest difference was her mouth. Hers was thinner and she kept it tightly closed giving a strict look. There were a few small wrinkles around her mouth and eyes.

I suggested to her we walk to my place. I was proud of my flat and I wanted to show her. As we walked we passed a kissing couple the boy's hand massaged the girl's buttocks pulling up her short skirt revealing her G-string. I caught Tamara's side glance, but this time I was not sure where she had looked until her next sentence.

"Was it a G-string or she didn't wear panties?"

"It was a G-string but let's go back..." I suggested.

"You are not kidding?" she made big eyes.

I grabbed her hand to turn her around and we both laughed as we reached the couple. Unfortunately they changed position and this time the girl was standing with her back to the wall, still kissing.

"What kind of panties do you wear?" I asked her as we walked further.

"You will never find out!" she laughed.

"Granny type?" I teased her. She nudged me violently, because of my guess. "Ok. Will you show me if I find out?"

"Yes but you can guess only three times and that was your first!"

"You are the Nivea type..."

"What type?" she asked.

"You know the one that they wear in the Nivea ads, with full buttocks and broad sides, soft white cotton panties." I explained.

"How do you know that?" she snapped.

"Let me see!"

She stopped and looked around on the street then she unbuttoned her jeans when she was satisfied that it was deserted. She pulled down a bit to show the described white panties and pulled them back up instantly.

Until we reached the house she tried to guess what kind of panties I wear but she couldn't since I didn't have anything under my dress. She liked my flat very much and we ended up on the terrace sipping more drink and looking at the lights of the city.

"What do you think about me?" she asked suddenly.

"You are a very bright and talented woman. You have great success in your work, but you live a very dull life keeping your desires under strict control..."

"So you think that I am a sour middle aged spinster." she interrupted me before I could finish.

"Sort of" I agreed. "Can I ask you something very personal?"

"If you don't hurt me..." her eyes were almost in tears.

"Have you ever had sex with a w..."

"Certainly" she snapped before I could finish my question.

"Sorry about that!" I apologized "I have noticed that you are too shy, and I thought that maybe you were never be able to reveal your true self to anybody."

"What a hell are you?" she snapped and put down her glass suddenly spilling out the drink "Are you a shrink or what? Are you really just 19?"

"Please Tamara!" I tried to calm her down "I was wrong! I really thought you were a lesbian. I am so sorry! I didn't want to offend you..."

"A what?" she got almost hysterical as she snapped at me. "I don't listen to this anymore!"

She ran inside put on her shoes and slammed the door as she ran away. I was an idiot. I thought she is like me since she looks so much like me. I took the glasses and I thought maybe I should go after her to apologize. I put on my shoes and as I opened the door I saw her sitting on the stairs crying. I sit next to her and I wanted to say something, but I just stared. I touched her shoulders and since she didn't resist I embraced her.

"How... how... did you... know?" I could hardly understand her words.

"I am sorry!" I just kept repeating this phrase, while my thoughts thundered through my brain.

"I never told it... to anybody!" she started to stop crying.

"Come inside!" I got her on her feet and I held her still in my embrace as we got back into the flat.

"Please don't tell it to anybody! Please!" she begged.

"I won't. You can be sure about that, but there is nothing wrong about that!" I gave her tissue paper.

"You are so mature, and self-confident. How is that possible?" she dried her tears off. "You are a teen and you are acting like somebody with decades of experiences. I want to be like you!"

"You are already almost exactly like me. You just have to accept what you are, and then you will be like me! But it is even better if you will be yourself!"

I never thought that behind the strict mask there was a little girl who lacks self-confidence hiding. Dr. Stark slept in my flat on the couch while I was playing with my pussy in the bedroom and wild pictures ran in my imagination whether her body is really so similar to mine or not. At first I massaged and caressed my whole groin. I grabbed my enormous flaps and pulled and tugged them, but they were too slippery and could not hold them properly. They always slipped out of my grip and slapped back. I slid four fingers into my vagina and massaged my g-spot with my fingers and the clit with my palm. I started to come and I came in a series of orgasms for minutes. I thought maybe Tamara had heard my moans and sighs. I wondered what she thought about it if that was the case.

The next morning we ate breakfast together and she was the same speechless, strict doctor whom I met in the institute. When we finished I escorted her back to the car. We just talked occasionally. She got into her beetle and after she started the engine she lowered the window and asked casually:

"Just tell me what kind of panties did you wear yesterday?"

"The same kind like today!" I replied laughing, and I pulled up my dress on the side to show that I did not wear panties.

I was careful not to reveal anything else. I didn't want to offend her. I was glad that I saw her smiling.

The next time to my complete surprise she visited me in the hospital. This time her Cleopatra style hair was in a short ponytail like mine. She even fastened her fringe away from her forehead. We were sitting in the nurses room and she showed me pictures of herself. On some of them if I hadn't known that it could not be me, I would swear that it was me. Tamara stayed for a while and since it was not a busy shift we were chatting a lot. When I escorted her out we met with Dr. Novak and Dr. Vale and they both were astonished by our resemblance.

"You wicked little girl!" Dr Novak addressed me "You told me you have no relatives whom you keep contact with! You must be her sister."

"No" Tamara shook her head "We are not related."

"You two are kidding, right?" Dr. Vale joined.

"No we just met yesterday." I added.

"Bullshit" Novak waved away my statement with the movement of his hand "You could even be twins if this dear girl didn't look like a teen model."

To support our theory we showed them our IDs that neither our mothers, nor our fathers was the same (and I saw that she was 33). It was common gossip for a few weeks.

Samantha heard it from Vale and she wanted to meet Tamara. When we met our trio was full of erotic desire. I saw that Tamara couldn't take her eyes off Samantha. And when Tamara left, Samantha immediately asked whether I had sex with her and how does she look like down there. I told her that Tamara need more time. Of course Samantha could not resist the temptation and she sewed the same dress for the two of us. I was already in the new dress when Tamara arrived at Samantha's place. I even saw her emotion when Samantha held the dress in front of her. I only saw her in jeans and t-shirt so far except the orange frock that she wore in the institute. Tamara looked beautiful.

"I can't believe my eyes!" Samantha shouted.

"You look gorgeous!" I stepped next to her in the mirror.

"You too!" she laughed at my image.

We went to see a movie and we were a very striking triplet. Well Samantha was very different with her white blond hair but not less attractive.

"I enjoy myself so much when I am with you." Tamara stated when we were about to say goodbye after the movie. "I feel so young. You are so full of energy that I charge up in your company."

Samantha already left with Vale who came to pick her up. I rejected their offer to join, I told them I rather walk back to my flat. But I didn't.

"Let me give you a ride!" offered Tamara.

"Will you join me for a drink?" I invited her when she stopped front of my flat. She shook her head, I shrugged and kissed her on the cheek as I got out of her car. I saw the surprise on her face. "Do you mind?" I asked leaning back through the window.

"No, I was just surprised."

I leaned inside and this time I kissed her on her lips. It was a sensual but a quick kiss. I didn't dare to do something more.

"Are you still surprised?"

She touched her mouth with her hand and there was a kind of fear in her eyes. She tried to smile and started her car. I waved good bye to her, not knowing if I did something wrong or not.

I fantasied a lot about her. I masturbated like crazy and I made love with her in my imagination. In my mind her body was the exact replica of my own. She did everything perfectly in my dreams... It was like making love with myself.

I thought that I offended her with that small kiss, since she didn't call and when I called her she told me that she is busy. After a week I went to see her to the institute. There were boxes around her desk, she had packed her things to move to the university. I gave her a hand, but she was remote again.

"What's wrong?" I asked her when she dropped me out at the hospital for the night shift.

"It's just this work." she replied. "I could do more if I could stay here, but they closed the project. We don't get any more funds, they sold everything to the Americans..."

"Come in. I still have 40 minutes we can drink a tea!"

"All right." she closed the car and we went up to the nurses' room.

"I felt like you do not want to see me, I thought maybe I offended you with that kiss." I said while I took out cups for the tea, the room was empty and the words echoed in the air strangely.

"Ney!" protested Tamara too vehemently and then she added almost inaudibly "I was just too upset. I was afraid to accept what I felt! I can't handle it so I did not want to feel that any more..."

"Not any more?" I raised the question.

"Your closeness gives me strength. I get relaxed when your happiness and cheerfulness reach me!" she blinked under her glasses, and added suddenly "I like you Petra very much!"

I got flurried and rather changed the subject. To tease someone sexually and make love with a female was absolutely natural for me, but I had no idea what to say or how to respond when someone expressed her true feelings. We discussed her research while we sipped the tea. I glanced at the clock on the wall. I had to change to my frock and I had to go to relieve the afternoon shift. I opened my locker and took out my white frock. I removed my dress and put it on the clothes-hanger. I stood there naked until I put on the frock. Tamara made big eyes. I stood there showing my rear part and then my side when I answered to her comment. I felt confident to tease Tamara, not like before when she stated that she likes me.

"You don't wear anything underneath!"

"You like the nivea style but I prefer the free style."

I realized that she couldn't see my dangling flaps since she was sitting and the desk was between us, so I turned over facing her, while I buttoned my frock. She stood up suddenly, her eyes glued to my pubes. So the desk could only covered the lower third of my pussy from her view. She could see my hairless mound for a moment before my frock closed. She blushed definitely.

"You... have no hair!" she almost whispered that.

"I like it that way. It is more sensitive and much more beautiful."

"That frock of yours is not too long." she added in embarrassment "Don't you fear that somebody might see you down there?"

"It never happened" I replied "Or at least I didn't realize. You see I am very short so there is only a slight chance."

"And what do you do when you have to go to the operating theater? Or you don't mind showing yourself to your colleagues?"

"Ney I wouldn't do that! I put on the pants first." I made a coy smile "But when I go to the swimming pool, everybody can see me in the locker room or in the shower anyway."

"You go to swim? When?" she asked and I saw that she blushed again.

"I go with Samantha twice a week. Care to join?"

"Sure" she nodded.

"Tomorrow I go there directly from here, she will pick me up, so it is better if you join us there."

The next morning I told everything about Tamara to Samantha. I didn't tell her that she already confessed that she prefered girls. Tamara was already sitting in the locker room in a swimsuit when we entered. We greeted her and dressed quickly. She still wore her glasses and I decided to flash my pussy to her enjoyment. I tried to visualize her dangling labia in her swimsuit. It could be her bush as well but something made a nice bulge down there. I did not wear my rings. Since my awakening I used my rings occasionally when I had some kinky idea for them.

"I have noticed that neither of you have any pubic hair." Tamara said when we paused for a minute after the first few lengths in the water.

"You know Samantha is a beautician." I replied "She can wax yours too!"

"Wax? It must be very painful..."

"It is." agreed Sam "But you have to suffer for beauty, and there are some who enjoy pain..."

We were swimming for an hour as usual. As we walked back to the showers Tamara almost fell over me since her eyes scrutinized our figures. In the shower there was a group of kids from an elementary school or kindergarten. And we had to wait until at least one shower was free. It was a pity that the swimming pool in the basement of my house was still not ready.

"Do you know how provocative your smooth pussies looking in those wet dresses?" she asked.

We glanced to each other's private parts and shrugged. It was true that the dress glued to our skin and our prominent labia stood out. When one shower finally freed up we pulled Tamara in with ourselves. We took off our swimsuits and we washed each other under the water with Sam. At first Tamara just stared then she dropped her swimsuit as well and enjoyed our company under the shower. As I washed her back my fingers caressed the side of her tits. I occasionally touched her erect nipples. Her tits were smaller then mine, but her nipples were the same long, pencil like pink things like mine. She had full pubes with dark hair. I did not have the opportunity to check her labia. I didn't notice it and it made me very disappointed.

In the locker room Samantha stood front of Tamara who was sitting in a towel. Sam's dangling lips and smooth pussy was only a few inches from Tamara's face. The small girls from the kindergarten came in and there was a complete cacophony for a moment. But we could hear and see their curious look when they told each other that the two ladies do not have hair down there (it was very unusual in those days). One of them even came to me and asked questions:

"Are you an adult?"

"Yes." I agreed.

"Then why don't you have hair where my mommy has?" she asked. "My mom told me that every adult has hair on their fanny."

"Your mother was wrong" Samantha told her "See! I am an adult as well."

"Are you a woman?" another little girl asked her.

"What do you think?" she asked back.

"You have tits all right, but you have the something dangling there, it is a penis. Boys have penises!"

Finally the teacher stopped the conversation and told the little girls to keep quite and dress up quickly. She shot an accusing glance towards us, but didn't say a word.

I was sure that Tamara had her feast on our pussy and it seemed that she enjoyed it. She did not put down the towel before she put her panties on.

"Will you join me for a few test in the lab at the university or you are too tired?" Tamara asked when we came out of the building.

"I had some sleep." I replied and got into her car. It wasn't a long way and we got there in few minutes. We were sitting in silence. The silent moments were not uncomfortable any more as it was at the beginning. We knew each other more, and we knew that it is all right to leave the other in peace with their thoughts. Inside the University there was a building that we entered and we got out of the elevator on the top floor. On the right hand side there was an entrance with neurobiology department written on it. We walked along the long corridor until we reached a door with the label Dr. Tamara Strong. The room was spacious we sat down in the armchairs and she served drinks.

"I think it is not appropriate that I shall make tests without telling the whole truth" said Tamara breaking the silence.

"What truth?"

"I have to tell you that I did some illegal experiments on humans" started Tamara "I had problems with this before, but there is no animal whose neurological system would be close enough to the humans. My research is mainly to drive the nerves artificially..."

"Tell me an example, please!"

"I would like to achieve a connection between a computer interface and between a nerve, and I would like to drive that nerve through the computer..." explained Tamara. "I have had some good results. I managed to send specific electrical pattern from the computer to the brain. Simulating different sensatory inputs, like heat, cold and various mechanical sensations."

"You mean that you push a button on your computer and then I feel cold like it was ice on my skin?"

"Exactly" nodded Tamara in agreement "And I think you already know that my research has nothing to do with your hibernation experiment. I just thought that I want to keep you close to me. We are special to each other. Our resemblance must be some kind of sign..."

"Well I do not believe in such things" I interrupted her.

"You don't have to." she smiled. "Tell me what do you think now that you know the full story?"

"I am still in. I want to help you in your studies. I don't mind if we do something illegal. It will be our secret."

"We have too many secrets, despite that Ive known you only for a few weeks." she stared for a moment in silence "I trust you but there is a storm inside me..."

"I know what you want to say" I grabbed her hand and hold it between mine.

"I can't talk about that..." her eyes were full of tears.

"I understand your feelings." I tried to calm her down "It is natural..."

"No you can't understand this... You are normal, but me!" she shook her head vigorously.

"You are absolutely normal too!" I traced her tears with my index on her face. "What do you think, how did I find out that you are a lesbian?"

"..."

"Because I am a lesbian myself. We are really very similar! I have seen the desire in your eyes when we had dinner together. I have noticed your reactions. I want you so much since I realized in your office that you are my older self. I want to kiss you, I want to hold you, I want caress your body, I want to cuddle up in your lap and just watch your face. I want to taste your tears..."

I did not continue, but instead I kissed her moist lips. I held her head between my hands and kept kissing her soft lips for ten minutes which seemed like an eternal second. I cuddled down front of her, embraced her legs and put my head onto her lap. She caressed my hair softly. I looked up into those beautiful eyes and asked her:

"Will you be my lover?"