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 Author: JojoMojo
Title: Is There a Doctor in the House?  -2
Part: 2
Universe: Doctor
Summary: Second in a series - Roped into taking care of his best
friend's ten year old daughter, Jason takes advantage of the situation with
the full consent of his "patient".
Keywords: Mg, pedo, cons
   The following is completely and without a doubt a fictional account, 100
percent fantasy.  That said, as I write, I reflect on the things that I
experienced as a child, what felt good and what did not.  Those experiences
had a profound effect, and for the most part, I look back on them fondly.
   Caring, fun, ecstasy is what I'm interested in, for all involved, or
it's not worth doing or writing about.
   Copyright (C)2014 by the author
   Note to the reader: This is the second story in a series and while I
tried to write so that it stands on its own, you may want to read the first
story, Is There a Doctor in the House.  Check my webpage:
https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/JojoMojo/www/
   IS THERE A DOCTOR IN THE HOUSE?  - The Game Continues
   by JojoMojo
   (Mg, pedo, cons)
   They were in the middle of a typical Indian summer, where the October
days are warm, but it is cold enough at night to put frost on the ground by
morning.  He enjoyed the warm air streaming through his open window as he
drove to the elementary school.  He had begged off work early and headed
out thinking he would be one of the first to arrive but was surprised to
find himself at the tail end a long line of mothers in SUVs waiting for the
final bell.
   As he sat waiting, he was a bit un-nerved, sure that the women around
him possessed some kind of mom-radar that could zoom in on what had been
playing in his mind.
   Since heading home the previous night he had cycled between dizzying
relief, disbelief and anticipation.  After his friend Greg almost caught
him playing doctor with Olivia, he was pleasantly surprised (to say the
least) to be asked to stay with her the following night while Greg and
Jennifer flew out to be with her mother who had suffered a bad fall.
   The anticipation mounted as the day wore on.  He'd been unable to
concentrate at work, the images from the previous night replaying in his
mind, feeding thoughts of what the afternoon and evening might hold.  As he
sat waiting with all the mothers, he fought to keep his mind clear of any
of those thoughts.  In a way he felt like a dirty old man waiting by the
school yard.
   The bell finally sounded and kids came streaming through the doors, a
sea of khaki pants and powder blue shirts that formed quickly into
semi-orderly groups.  Excited voices, shouts, screams and giggles filled
the air.  The line of cars wound slowly by the front of the school, the
mothers practiced in the daily ballet.
   He followed suit and eventually arrived at the curb.  Olivia appeared at
the door with a grandmotherly woman in tow.  After a quick check of his
license and a double check of her list, the woman ushered Olivia into the
back seat.
   She slipped out of her backpack and buckled her seatbelt as the door
slammed shut.  As he carefully pulled away from the curb, she grinned and
said excitedly, "Oh, my, gosh," she paused for emphasis.
   Then came a flurry of words, the sentences jumbling into each other, "I
could hardly stand waiting for school to be over, I kept thinking about you
picking me up and staying the night, I just couldn't believe it!  I mean it
is sad that Gramma is hurt, but I never would have believed you'd ever get
to stay the night just you and me without mommy and daddy.  And I sat at
the table during lunch with the same bunch of mean girls I told you about,
and all I could think over and over is that I have a secret that they will
never, ever in a million years know.  I could hardly eat my lunch and it
was my favorite, tacos.  Then, one of the girls even asked me why I was
staring at them and smiling and I said, 'that's for me to know and you to
find out!' in the meanest voice I could.  Of course she will never find out
but it was fun to say." Olivia finally paused to take a breath, but only
for a moment.
   Jason glanced in the mirror a smile forming on his lips, enjoying a
glimpse of her animated face, framed in the trademark braids.  He couldn't
believe that the girl in the back seat, chattering away, was the same shy
girl that he had grown to love.
   The school was a little over a mile from the house.  Within minutes,
they were parked in front.  Olivia jumped out of the car and ran across the
walk, dragging her backpack up the steps.  Before Jason had locked the car,
she had pulled a key from under one of the potted plants and was unlocking
the door.
   He grabbed his overnight bag from the front seat and followed her in,
closing the door behind him as she dropped her backpack in the hall.  She
walked up the first three steps and turned to face him across the banister,
now at eye level.  "Should we go to the secret room?" she asked, excitement
apparent in her voice.
   In that moment, Jason hated having to be a responsible adult.  But, he
knew that the potential for future nights alone with Olivia hinged on a
spectacularly successful first night.  That meant making sure her homework
was done, that the dinner Jennifer had put in the refrig was eaten, that
the chores from Olivia's list on the bulletin board were complete.
   He delivered the bad news, explaining his reasoning.  Olivia's face fell
and his heart sank.  She stood and pondered his words for a moment, then
seemed to make a decision and ran upstairs, shouting over her shoulder,
"I'll get my study stuff and work at the kitchen table."
   He followed her upstairs and dropped his overnight bag in the guest
room. As he made his way downstairs, he could hear Olivia rummaging around
in her room.
   A few minutes later, she joined him in the kitchen, her backpack and a
box of supplies in her hand.  She quickly spread her books out on the table
and got to work, sitting with one leg tucked beneath her.  Jason could not
believe the amount of homework she had to do.  With only a few breaks to
grab a quick snack, do her chores and make a trip to the bathroom, she was
still working when he put dinner in the oven.
   She was finishing the last assignment when the casserole was ready.  He
was thankful that Jennifer had taken the time to put something together. 
Otherwise they would have been eating peanut butter sandwiches.  They sat
across from each other eating in silence, only looking occasionally up from
their plates to grin at each other conspiratorially.  He was reminded of
days gone by when he and a friend had some mischief planned and were
counting the minutes until they could get started.
   After dinner, Olivia insisted they needed to wash, dry and put away all
the dinner dishes, so she could check off her last chore.  He noted that
every chore for the last month was carefully checked off as she added a
mark next to "dishes" for that night.
   She turned to face him, seemingly shy all of a sudden.  He could feel
the anticipation in the air; see it in the tenseness of her posture.  She
looked up at him, then down at her feet.
   Finally, Jason decided to break the ice.  Putting on his best doctor
voice, he said, "Now let's see here miss, I mean Olivia, the last time you
visited me you had some pain in your tummy and legs.  Is that right?"
   She looked up at him and a smile slowly formed on her lips.  "Why yes,
that's right doctor," she said slipping into character, "and I think I have
a temperature too."
   "Well, let me show you to my examination room and we'll see if we can
locate the cause," he said, reaching for her hand.  They climbed the stairs
hand in hand.  Rather than go up to the secret room, he took her into the
guest room, assuming it would be more comfortable.
   He moved to each window and pulled down the shade.  "We want you to have
your privacy," he noted as he turned from the last window.  He walked to
the far bedside table and turned on the light.  As he came around the bed,
he continued, "I'll need you to slip out of your clothes so I can examine
you.  You can leave your underwear on.
   I'll let you get ready while I gather my bag," he stated in a
professional tone as he turned and walked towards the door, stopping to
turn on the light on the bedside table.
   "Once you are ready, sit on the edge of the exam table," he said,
turning to pat the edge of the bed.  "I'll be back in a minute." He turned
again and walked through the door, closing it behind him.
   He could feel his anticipation build as he made his way up the steep
attic stairs to the secret room.  The doctor's bag was exactly where he had
left it, pushed far under the table.  He grabbed it and retreated back to
the second floor.  Stopping in the bathroom, he was pleased to find a small
jar of Vaseline in the medicine cabinet.  He slipped it into the bag beside
the stethoscope.
   He stopped in the hallway and nudged the thermostat up to ensure the
room wouldn't get cold as the temperature dropped with nightfall.  Outside
the door, he adjusted himself, tucking his member in an upward position,
knowing that it would soon harden and not wanting to have to adjust it in
the room.  He knocked on the bedroom door, "Miss, are you ready for me to
come in?"
   Upon her reply, he opened the door and stepped into the room.  The khaki
pants and light blue blouse of her school uniform lay folded neatly on the
chair by the bed, her shoes, brown boat style moccasins were on the floor
by the chair, white socks tucked inside.
   Olivia sat on the end of the king-size bed, looking a little uneasy, in
matching panties and vest, white ribbed cotton with tiny purple flowers
scattered all over.  A little purple bow, centered on the bottom elastic of
the vest mirrored a similar bow on the waistband of the panties.
   He stood beside her, drinking in the view.  "Sometimes, a pain can be
caused by misalignment of the bones," he stated in his professional voice,
improvising a reason to just look at her a little longer.  "Stand here next
to the bed, I mean exam table, and let me see if everything aligns."
   She slipped off the bed and stood in front of him, arms at her sides. 
He could tell she was tense with anticipation.  He put the case down on the
bed freeing his hands so that he could guide her, one hand on her back and
another on her stomach, enjoying the contact as he adjusted her posture. 
"You'll need to stand up tall and keep your eyes straight ahead for me to
check this correctly."
   He knelt in front of her and grasped her hips, enjoying the softness of
the cotton, glancing down to admire the slight flare of her hips, the bulge
of her pubis and hint of a cleft, accentuated by the juncture of her
panties and thighs.  He raised his eyes again, drinking in the cute inny of
her navel surrounded by a soft but flat stomach.  Her chest pushed the vest
out a little, the baby fat mounds giving it a nice contour.  The rounded
neck line of the vest framed the bumps of her collarbone, giving way to a
slender neck, dark brown hair spilling over her shoulders.
   He guided her to turn so she was sideways and again looked her up and
down, this time running his hands up her leg from the knee to hip, pausing
with his fingers touching the fabric of her panties one hand against a bun,
the other lightly touching her mons.  "Your leg muscles are good and firm,"
he said, staying in character as he massaged lightly.
   From the side, her stomach bumped out a little above her panties, making
her look even softer and more inviting.  The cotton material above his
fingers accentuated the curve of her buns, two beautiful globes that begged
to be held.  He resisted the urge and instead wrapped his hands around her
arm, running them from her shoulder to her finger tips, then back up as he
stared at the bulges under her vest.  He was amazed at how intimate it felt
as his fingertips rested in her armpit.
   He turned her once again so that she was facing away from him.  He ran
his hands on the outside of her legs, from her hips to her knees, then back
up again.  He gave into the urge and ran his hands around her waist,
resting one just below her waist and the other on her buns, enjoying the
firmness.  The whole time he was performing his "assessment", he kept up
professional sounding comments, "um hum", "yes, that's good", "ok, let's
check here," trying to stay in character.
   His eyes roamed upward from where his hand was resting on her buns,
lightly kneading.  His eyes rested on the middle of her back, still tan
from the summer, enjoying the way the straight dark hair fell across her
shoulders partly obscuring the vest, a rubber band holding the hair where
the braids joined at the back of her head.
   "I think we're through here," he said, reluctantly releasing her, "you
don't seem to have any bone mis-alignment, everything looks great," he
paused, "Let's have you lay down so I can locate the reason for your pain,"
he continued, patting the bed as he stood up beside her.
   As she stretched out on the edge of the bed, he reached into the bag and
pulled out the stethoscope, slipping the earpieces into place.  He warmed
the end in his hand as he walked around to the side where she was laying on
her back.  He felt her eyes on him and realized that the bulge that had
grown in his pants would be at eye level, suddenly glad it had stayed
tucked in place.
   A tent in his pants might be ok at some point, but now he wanted to keep
things a little less obvious for now.  He looked down at her and said with
a smile, "Let's see if you still have a heart Olivia."
   She grinned at his little joke, eyes filled with anticipation.  He
slipped the stethoscope under her vest, placing it were he thought her
areola would be, listened for a minute, then switched to the other side,
letting his finger drag across her skin as he moved the instrument.  He
held it on her other areola, enjoying the way the cloth stretched over his
hand made the process more erotic.
   "Yep, still beating," he said with a smile as he pulled the stethoscope
off and placed it into the bag.  "Now let's see if we can locate that
pain."
   He pulled at the elastic of the vest and started to slide it up, she
raised her shoulders to allow him to pull up the back, then lay back down
with her hands above her head.  He slipped it up and off, laying it next to
her.  She settled back on the bed, arms at her side, the brownish pink
areola he had enjoyed last night still looked big on her chest.  He noticed
that the nipples were already bumping out to greet the cool air of the
room. The tan lines he had seen the night before seemed a ghostly image of
the vest that lay rumpled next to her.
   He began at her shoulders, pressing gently, "As I recall the pain wasn't
up here, but I'll just check again to be sure.  You just tell me if
something hurts or feels good." She nodded as he began to methodically work
down her torso.  He purposely skipped her areolas, skirting them and moved
down across her tummy, remembering to keep his touch firm so as not to
tickle.  When he reached her panties, he pulled them down an inch, still
pressing, then let the waistband slip back into place.
   "Did I forget anywhere?" he asked, knowing the answer.
   She paused for a moment, blushing a little, then said in a soft voice,
"You forgot my, um, my boobies, except that I really don't have boobies."
   He smiled, loving the sound of her voice, wanting more.  "Oh yes, I did
forget there!  Should I check just in case?" She shook her head yes in
reply, watching intently as he lowered his hands to her chest.
   He took his time, tracing around each areola.  While they looked large
on her chest, they felt small, the hardening nipples just little bumps
under his fingers.  He rubbed and kneaded softly, watching as she closed
her eyes and took several deep breaths.  While continuing to rub with one
hand he worked his way back down her stomach and onto the fabric of her
panties.  She involuntarily arched up at his touch.  He stopped where her
pubic mound began to rise, repeating the motion several times, feeling her
clench her buns and press up each time, enjoying her signs of arousal.
   He finally moved to her legs.  When he touched her knees, she slid them
apart, exposing a growing damp spot on the gusset of her panties, larger
than the previous evening.  "Is it ok if I check your legs?" he asked.  "I
think that was near where you had the pain last time."
   A soft "Um hmm" was all he needed to continue.  He worked from her knees
up the inner thighs, sliding his fingers on each leg to the boundary of her
panties, then back down.  The way her legs were spread, made panties gape a
little at the legs.  He took advantage, running his fingers under the
fabric, a little farther each time, again enjoying the reaction as her hips
flexed up to meet his touch.
   "I think I've located the issue," he announced, fingertips still under
the fabric, stroking the skin next to her vulva, "am I right?" She nodded,
looking a little nervous.  He continued, "Are you ready to slip these down,
or do you want to turn over like last night."
   She paused and pressed her lips together, obviously conflicted.  "I,
uhh, I'm still kind of scared.  I'm sorry," she half whispered.
   "No need to be sorry," Jason said, stepping out of character, voice
soft, "We can stop and go watch TV if you want to.  I want to do what you
feel like doing."
   "It feels really good," she explained, "it's just that..." her voice
trailed off and she seemed to be thinking again.  "I know in this game
you're the doctor and I'm supposed to do whatever you tell me to do.  But,
I'm just, well, I feel like, umm, can we try the temperature thing?"
   Jason smiled and nodded, slipping his hands out of her panties so she
could turn over.  He was happy she decided to continue, but would have
gladly stopped if she was uncomfortable enough to ask.  It was her
initiative that originally made the game enticing in the first place.  She
rolled over, and lay with her cheek on one arm, facing the doctor's bag he
had placed on the bed earlier.
   He was once again presented with the delicious sight of those round
buns, covered this time in white cotton with purple flowers.  He pulled the
thermometer from its case, pleased to note it was an old rectal style;
probably from the fifties or before, he guessed.  He shook the mercury down
and laid it down on the bed.  Next, he pulled the Vaseline from the bag,
removed the lid and placed the jar next to the thermometer.  Olivia's eyes
widened and she raised her head to look at the Vaseline.
   "That's just to make it more comfortable when I take your temperature,"
he explained.  Then breaking character again he added, "We didn't have any
when I was a boy and it was kind of scratchy when we did it without
anything to make it slippery.  Are you ok?  We can still stop."
   "It's ok, I just wondered," she said softly, laying her head back on her
arm.
   He pulled the back of her panties down stretching the elastic, exposing
the tan line between the olive skin of her back and creamy skin of her
buns. He slid his hands around the waistband to free it a little from
underneath her stomach.  To his surprise, she raised her hips a little and
he was able to slip them down to mid-thigh.  He rubbed her buns a little,
both to calm her and to enjoy the firm flesh.  With his other hand he
picked up the thermometer, dipped a little Vaseline out of the jar and
applied a glob to the tip.
   "Ok," he said as he brought his hand down to rest on one of her buns,
the thermometer poised above the cleft.  "This may feel a little funny, but
it won't hurt, I promise."
   She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as he used his fingers of his
free hand and the side of the one holding the thermometer to press the
globes apart revealing her brownish pink pucker.  As he spread her buns,
she squeezed them tight, a natural response.  He paused and said softly,
"You need to relax."
   She released her breath and he felt her buns relax.  He held them open
as he placed the thermometer against the center of her rosebud and pressed
gently.  She drew in a quick breath as the bulb entered and slowly released
it as he pushed the thermometer in another inch or so.
   "You doing ok?" he asked as he released her buns.  She nodded and sank
into the bed.  "Now we just have to wait a little bit," he said matter of
factly.
   "Will it beep or something when it's done?" she asked quietly.
   He smiled at her question, knowing she was serious.  "No honey, this one
is old fashioned, no batteries, it will just take a minute or two to
register."
   He sat on the edge of the bed next to her and began to rub her buns.  As
he rubbed, he ran his hand across one bun and down her tightly closed
thighs.  When he made the circuit from buns to thighs, she relaxed a
little. He continued to rub from buns to thighs and back again.  First he
felt the muscles relax, then watched as her legs fell open a bit.
   He traced down a bun, sliding his fingers along her inner thigh,
pressing them into the gap.  After a few passes, she pulled her legs apart
a little more.  Now he could see the cleft of her vulva, glistening with
arousal.  He traced down between her buns again, past the thermometer until
his finger met the dampness of her arousal.  His finger parted the lips a
little as he traced her labia.
   Olivia let out a sigh and raised her hips, rotating them slightly
against his finger.  He continued to rub between the lips, seeking out her
clit.  He finally found it, a tiny bump, and pressed the pad of his finger
against it.  She pressed down into his finger, grinding against it as he
continued to move back and forth across the little bump.  The slickness of
her arousal made wet little smacking noises as he rubbed.
   After a moment or two, he slowly removed his finger.  She pressed her
sex against the bed, continuing a slow circular motion with her hips. 
Rubbing her buns with one hand, he used the other to pull the thermometer
from between the globes.  He kept rubbing as he brought the thermometer up.
The aroma that clung to the instrument as he glanced at her temperature was
enticing, bringing back memories.  He sat the thermometer on the bedside
table and turned back to her.
   "Your temperature is normal, miss, um Olivia," he said, struggling to
keep the huskiness from his voice and stay in character.  "I'm sure I know
the right treatment now.  There is no need for further examination.  If you
are ready we can begin."
   She lay motionless on the bed, her eyes closed.  He ran his eyes over
her back, a contrast of dark and light skin crisscrossed by tan lines, as
her chest expanded and contracted with her breathing.  While he waited for
her answer, he brought his finger to his nose.  The heady scent made his
dick throb.
   He surmised that Olivia knew from his stories, that the treatment would
be similar to the examination, just more focused.  Her answer would depend
on whether the feelings he had introduced could overcome her shyness.  Only
time would tell.
   He continued to rub her buns, letting his fingers brush the perineum but
go no further.  Her hips, pressed up each time his fingers slipped down her
buns.  After a moment or two, her eyes blinked open, "Do I have to turn
over?" she asked, looking back at him over her shoulder.
   "Let me think for a minute," he said in his doctor voice, tapping his
chin as he pondered her question.  "No," he said thoughtfully, "we can
start the treatment with you on your stomach if you are more comfortable in
that position." She nodded, so he continued.  "Let's move you farther onto
the bed, more towards the center." She crawled to the center and settled
again on her stomach, arms at her sides, legs pressed together.  He moved
further onto the bed beside her, his face even with her buns.
   "We'll need to slip these off before we begin," he said as he slid her
panties down her legs and off her feet.  He picked up the discarded vest
and resisted the urge to press both to his nose, placing them instead on
the pillow.  The sight of her completely naked body lying next to the pile
of underwear, only tan lines to mark where her swim suit had covered
private places, was particularly erotic.
   "This treatment may take a while," continuing in his best doctor voice.
"You'll need to pay careful attention so that you can repeat it at home if
need be.  OK?" She nodded.  "Before we begin, do you have any questions?"
She shook her head.  "OK, relax, this won't hurt one bit.  As a matter of
fact if I do things right, it should feel real good."
   He pushed her hair to the side, enjoying how silky it felt as it slipped
from his fingers.  He started at her shoulders, slowly working his way down
her back.  "I am doing this to help you relax before we start the real
treatment, you won't need to do this at home, of course," he explained as
he worked past her lower back and onto her buns.  He repeated the massage,
starting at her shoulders and working down her back again, drinking in the
view as he worked.
   Feeling the smallness of her torso was arousing in its own right, his
shaft, momentarily softened began to harden again.  He realized that he was
going to need to figure out how to slip away and have a major wack off
session when he was done with Olivia's "treatment."
   He moved from the back rub and started kneading her buns, again enjoying
the sensation of the firm flesh and the soft skin under his fingertips.  As
he rubbed and gently squeezed, her brown rosebud winked at him.  He found
it extremely erotic, enjoying the wrinkles and tight pucker, but decided to
leave it off limits for now.
   On impulse, he leaned over and breathed in.  The fresh scent of the
fabric softener from her clothes still clung to her skin.  The way it
mingled with the light muskiness of her arousal was intoxicating and
brought memories flooding back, fueling his arousal.
   "Ok, Olivia, it is time to start the actual treatment.  First, I'll need
you to spread your legs for me," he said softly.  She responded by
spreading her legs until they were wide apart.  He slipped his fingers
down, following her cleft, across her perineum and between the lips,
slippery with arousal.  He was surprised to find her wet, assuming that a
pre-pubescent girl would not yet be producing much moisture.
   He stroked the outside of her vulva, tracing the puffy lips, enjoying
the feeling as she lifted her hips slightly, seeking his touch.  "I'll need
you to tell me what feels good for the treatment to work," he said softly
as he continued to trace her lips.
   "That feels good," she half whispered.  She shifted, angling her hips
up, so that her vulva was slightly elevated off the bed, giving him full
access.  "But, what you did before, when you were taking my temperature,
that felt even better."
   "We'll get to that in a little bit, we have to take it slow, so that
when we do it'll feel even better," he explained.  The scent of arousal
combined with her position, hips cocked, vulva in full view, buns slightly
parted, took him back to an earlier time when his friend's little sister
had demonstrated how she masturbated.
   He and his friend had crowded together behind her trying to see what was
going on, catching glimpses of her fingertips while she ground against her
hand, buns alternately opening and clenching, hips moving up and down.  The
memory made his heart thump in his chest.
   "It is important to make sure you know how to administer the treatment,"
he suggested.  "So I will ask you to try to do what I'm doing at times. 
Are you comfortable with that?"
   "Umm, I guess so," she offered tentatively.
   "Great, that's good," he said.  "Have you ever done anything like this
before?"
   She shook her head in reply.
   "That's ok, I can teach you.  Teaching is part of what this treatment is
all about." He paused as he continued to trace her lips.  "Now, slide your
hand down until you can feel my fingers," he coaxed softly.
   She complied, lifted her hips and slid her hand beneath fingers curled
slightly to meet his.  He continued to rub, enjoying the feeling of her
finger tips brushing his as he did.  After a moment or two, he slipped his
fingers under hers and pressed them up against her vulva.  When he released
her fingers, her hand stayed pressed against her vulva, motionless.
   "Close your eyes for this part, you need to concentrate on what you
feel," he offered softly.  When her eyes were closed, he breathed out,
almost whispering, "Good, now just rub your fingers gently, tracing around
like I was doing.  This is kind of like a warm up.  It is supposed to get
the good feelings started."
   He watched transfixed as her fingers began to move, first just touching
the lips tentatively, then beginning to trace around her vulva.  Eventually
she pressed her fingers against the puffy lips and moved her hand in a
circular motion against them.
   Her fingernails with chipped purple polish surrounded by the pale skin
of her labia made what she was doing even more erotic.  As he watched, it
occurred to him that if what she told him was true, he was observing as she
learned to masturbate.  The realization made his head spin with arousal.
   "You are doing great," he encouraged, "Is it making you feel good?"
   She nodded, adding "but it feels better when you do it," in a soft
voice.
   "It always feels better when someone else touches you," he agreed.  "But
I won't always be here, so it's good to learn how to do this." He paused
and watched for a little longer.  He could see her buns begin to tense and
release as she rubbed.  "Now, I'm going to take over and show you the next
stage," he said.  "Just keep your head and shoulders on the bed," he
instructed as he put a hand under each hip and guided her up.
   She stopped rubbing and let her hand drop to the bed as she lifted her
hips.  The change in position separated her buns, two rounded mounds with
the darker wrinkles of her rosebud between them.  The contrast of her
tanned legs and the creamy skin that had been under her suit was
accentuated by the position.
   Beneath the rosebud, her puffy lips formed a deep cleft.  No hint of
inner lips or clit showed between them.  He brought one hand under her hip
and ran his fingers across her mound, enjoying the bulge as he sought out
her cleft, watching hungrily as his middle finger parted the lips.  Olivia
sighed and a little shiver ran down her back.  He slowly slid his finger up
and down, brushing her clit, then pressing against her opening.
   He used his index and middle finger to spread the puffy lips, exposing
the dark pink flesh that had remained hidden until now.  He could see her
clit, a little bump at the top of the cleft, her thin inner lips made a "V"
with the clit at the bottom, framing her opening.
   He whetted the finger of his other hand and caressed her clit, rubbing
in little circles.  Every few circles, he could feel as well as see her
tense as he bumped over her clit, the ring of wrinkles in her rosebud
tightening then releasing.
   He moved closer, enjoying the musky smell of her vulva mixed with the
aroma of her rosebud, trying to commit everything to memory.  The awareness
that he was seeing something that no one else had ever seen almost made him
cum as he looked.  He wanted to lick her, but was afraid of scaring her by
pushing things too far, too fast.  Instead he moved his fingers from the
top down to spread her further, opening her vagina.
   The narrow canal glistened, its dark pink walls, slick with moisture. 
Looking closer, he could see her hymen, a little half moon partially
blocking the opening.  He was hoping that he would find it non-existent. 
He didn't want to chance anything painful during this new experience for
Olivia.  His desire was for the game to be overwhelmingly pleasurable.
   Keeping his hand underneath her, he released the lips, using his fingers
instead to rub little circles around her clit, enjoying it as she tensed
and released.  His eyes traced up her body.  Her eyes were closed, her lips
partially opened, her dark hair spilled over the bedspread.
   He covered the middle finger of his other hand with spittle, then rubbed
it around her opening, adding it to the moisture already there, pushing it
inside.  He brought his finger to his lips a second and third time until
the opening and surrounding lips were slippery with moisture, the excess
running down to his other finger as it made circuits around her clit.
   When he was sure she was well lubricated, he whetted his little finger,
then gently pressed it against her opening, pulled back, then pressed
against the opening again.  He kept this rhythm going, feeling the tip
enter her before he pulled back, and pressed forward again, this time going
in a little deeper.
   Olivia shuddered, breathed softly, "I don't know what you are doing but
it feels really good."
   He took her words as encouragement to continue, not ever pushing hard,
letting the motion of her hips help carry his finger tip forward.  Before
long he was in almost to his first knuckle and could feel the ring of her
hymen against the tip of his finger.  He held his finger inside her, and
applied even pressure against the barrier, wiggling the tip slightly,
teasing the opening he had seen earlier.
   Slowly, he felt his finger work its way inside, stretching the thin
membrane.  He kept working his other fingers around her clit, occasionally
bringing them down on either side of the finger that was now past the first
joint inside her.  After what seemed like forever, he was rewarded with the
sight of his finger all the way inside her opening, velvet walls holding it
in a vise like grip.
   Now, every time he felt her tense, saw her rosebud tighten, he could
also feel the walls grip is little finger tightly.  He held his finger all
the way inside her for a minute or two, enjoying the feeling as she
tightened and released.
   Finally he pulled his finger slowly outward until he saw the tip slip
out from between her lips.  He waited a little, then pressed the tip
against her opening, watching as her lips parted and the tip began to enter
her.  He held his finger just barely inside the opening, enjoying how the
puffy lips parted to accept it.
   He was about to press in further when Olivia pushed back against his
finger.  He watched in amazement as his finger slipped slowly inside her,
squeezing past the tight ring of her barrier until it was once again buried
inside, surrounded by the warm smooth walls.
   He repeated the motion twice more, watching with heart hammering as she
pushed back each time to draw his finger in.  He began to slowly stroke his
finger in and out, bringing the tip almost to the opening before pressing
slowly inside again.
   He stopped rubbing her clit and reached down to her hand, still resting
on the bed.  He raised it up, pressing it into her vulva, pushing her
fingers against the hardened clit.  He released her hand, placing his hand
on her inner thigh and watched.
   This time she did not hesitate, but picked up where he had left off
squeezing her clit, circling it with her fingers, bringing her hand down
and letting her fingers pass on either side of his, exploring the finger
that was buried inside of her.
   He allowed his eyes to wander over Olivia.  Her head and shoulders
rested on the bed, eyes closed, lips parted, dark hair arrayed to her side.
Her naked hips were raised, legs spread with his finger buried inside her
and her fingers working at a faster and faster pace.  The whole thing was
so erotic, so forbidden; it was almost too much for him.  He was at sensory
overload, about to cum without so much as a finger on his dick.
   He had to look away for a moment to gain control, consciously slow his
breathing and drumming heart.  As his excitement waned, he allowed eyes to
roam from the closed door, back across the bed, taking in the panties and
vest lying in a pile on the pillows, then back to the erotic scene in front
of him.
   He slowly pulled his pinky out and brought his other hand back up from
thigh to begin rubbing her clit, his fingers tangling with hers for a
moment before she stopped and let him take over, moving her hand to the
thigh he had just released.  He reached out and took her hand in his, the
pinky still glistening from its recent activity.
   He guided her hand back up to her vulva, pressing her fingers against
the lips that had framed the opening.  He pressed her middle finger between
the lips, watching as they parted.  When he pulled away, she kept her hand
there, motionless, the middle finger barely between her lips.
   He watched, as without any encouragement from him, she began to move her
middle finger, flexing it, testing the opening.  She traced the lips with
her finger, then dipped it into the opening, the tip entering before
pulling it back to caress the lips.  Again, she pressed the tip in, this
time a little deeper before retreating to tease the lips.
   Finally she pushed her finger between the lips, this time letting it
slowly slip, deeper and deeper until it was all the way inside.  She flexed
her hips down and forward to accommodate her finger, then began to slowly
move the finger in and out.
   The squishing sounds of their fingers moving in the wetness, a
combination of his saliva and her arousal, filled his ears.  He became
aware of her breathing, short, ragged breaths, as if she was coming to the
end of a long run.  As he watched, Olivia's legs twitched.  The twitch
repeated twice.  She shuddered, once, then again.  On the last shudder, she
pushed her finger in as far as it would go, a half whispered "Ungh" escaped
her lips and he watched as her rosebud pulse with the obvious signs of an
orgasm.
   He stopped rubbing, pressing his hand against her as a series of small
shudders ran through her body and her rosebud continued contracting.  She
sucked in her breath holding it for a moment, eyes tightly shut, face
flushed, finger buried inside her.  Finally, she released her breath in a
long sigh, let her finger slip out from between her lips as she sank down
onto the bed, legs splayed.  He let his hand fall away as she descended,
and watched as she cupped her hand over her vulva.
   His heart was still hammering, his dick throbbing; demanding a release
similar to the one that he had just observed.  Instead, he stretched out
beside Olivia and gathered her into his arms; turning her onto her side and
spooning around her.  She sighed as she pressed back against him, melting
into his embrace.
   Jason felt his heart begin to slow as he held her, lips touching her
soft tresses.  As he lay with her in his arms, he realized that this was
the first time they had embraced, except for the quick hug in the hallway
the previous night.
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