ML-322 The Doctor's Virgin

FORE­WORD

Randy Whitkin was a suc­cess­ful, young doc­tor. He was con­sidered one of the most 
tal­en­ted dia­gnosti­cians in the field at the time. He had everything to go along with the 
im­age of the tal­en­ted and sought-after phys­i­cian.

His apart­ment was equipped with the latest gad­gets and the finest mod­ern fur­niture. 
He had satin sheets on his bed and a strobe light co­ordin­ated with his ste­reo sys­tem. 
Randy made the most of his ap­peal to wo­men and sel­dom a night went by without his bed 
be­ing warmed by some lovely.

Then, out of the blue, a lovely, but very young, girl came into his life. She came to him as a 
pa­tient, but stayed to haunt him and bring him to ec­stas­ies he had never known be­fore. 
Tammy Gar­gani was only thir­teen, but she had the de­sires of a wo­man and the body to 
back them up.

To­gether, they ex­plored her bur­geon­ing sexu­al­ity, be­gin­ning with her the ba­sics 
and con­tinu­ing to the heights of finer tech­niques. But, they shared more than just their 
bod­ies. They found more to­gether, than either had ex­per­i­enced alone.

Randy watched Tammy play­fully pos­ing on his bed, wrapped only in his shirt. She 
sprawled, fi­nally, and her bare bot­tom poin­ted to the sky. She turned around and smiled at 
him and he ap­proached and flattened her un­der his weight. He pushed her on her back and 
fought for her tender treas­ure.

CHAPTER ONE

“God­damn it, Ro, hold still!”

“Randy, you can’t mean that. Not here!”

“I’ll have it in in just a minute, hon and then, pow! Aw, come on!” Randy Whitkin struggled 
against the lovely body of Rose­mary Brown. Randy had Rose­mary’s uni­form skirt pulled up 
and was pulling her panty­hose and panties down. His fin­gers were push­ing into her va­gina
and she sud­denly tried to stop him.

“Look, any­one could come into this hall­way! I could get fired from the hos­pital!”

“Noth­ing like that is go­ing to hap­pen, Ro. Baby, I’m so hot for you.” Rose­mary didn’t 
know what to do. She liked Randy very much. He was the prize bach­elor phys­i­cian at the 
hos­pital, and he really turned her on. But she didn’t like this ap­proach that he was us­ing on 
her. They had never even been out to din­ner or on a real date.

Randy was used to tak­ing his sex when he wanted it. He was much sought after and he 
knew it. He could choose which wo­men he would have and those he would ig­nore. He never
really had to ask too loud or long for his girls. If they were dumb enough not to lie down on 
com­mand and let him do a job, it was their loss.

Randy was hot, now. He was past the point when he would walk away and shrug his 
shoulders and con­sider the nurse a bit daft. His cock was out of his pants, and un­til a few 
mo­ments ago, Rose­mary had been rub­bing it nicely. He was big there and most wo­men 
jumped at the chance to feel the mighty mon­ster stuffed in their snatches. At this point, he 
was try­ing to man­euver his cock up against her pussy and take her.

Rose­mary didn’t know what to do. She had been horny when she let him take her into the
hall­way, and she had ac­cep­ted and re­turned his pas­sion­ate kisses. She even put her hand
down to his penis and rubbed it un­til he asked her to take it out for a mo­ment. She had 
never seen it be­fore and was get­ting more ex­cited by the minute. But, non­ethe­less, the 
exit hall­way of the third floor nurs­ing unit was not the place for a first sexual en­counter.

Rose­mary knew that if she didn’t let him fuck her right then, he would prob­ably never 
talk to her again. A tiny voice in­side her head asked her if that would be the worst pos­sible 
fate. The ac­tual re­buff wasn’t the worst of it, how­ever. She didn’t like the un­pleas­ant­ness 
of push­ing him away and for­cing him to stop. He would think that she had made a fool of 
him and in his eyes, he was right. She was caught between hat­ing her­self for go­ing there 
with him and hat­ing her­self for res­ist­ing. She wanted that cock in her as much as he 
wanted to put it there.

Randy used his all-out pro­ced­ure. He pinned Rose­mary to the wall with a deep kiss, 
plunging his tongue into her mouth, and then he roughly pulled her hands away from her 
body and forced his cock into the space he sought. He pushed her wet, swollen la­bia apart 
and rubbed the head right up against the open­ing of her va­gina.

This was too much for Rose­mary. She was do­ing what she claimed she hated some 
wo­men for. She was let­ting him se­duce her. He forced the kiss on her, but Rose­mary could
have got­ten away eas­ily. In­stead, the tip of his cock was get­ting her hot­ter and she was 
fight­ing her­self as well as him. It just wasn’t fair.

Randy man­aged to get the tip wedged in the open­ing and then he held Rose­mary by 
the hips. He bent his knees, since he was taller than she and pushed up­ward into her va­gina.
The pleas­ure was ex­quis­ite to them both and Rose­mary stopped fight­ing. She was totally 
in­volved with the act. She was con­sent­ing to the clandes­tine fuck in the hall­way.

Now that he had im­bed­ded his cock in her pussy, Randy kissed her more gently and 
stopped wor­ry­ing about her bolt­ing and leav­ing him with a gi­ant hard-on. His thick cock 
was spread­ing her va­gina wide around it, and he loved the tight feel­ing around the en­tire 
length of his prick. He shoved again, and felt his pu­bic hair tangle with hers.

Ah, now, that was close­ness. He was hot, but he could man­age to pace him­self now. He 
knew that he was get­ting his de­sires taken care of and the means was as pleas­ur­able as 
the end res­ult. He pulled his cock out al­most to the end, and then looked into Rose­mary’s 
eyes.

“Oh, honey, I knew it would be this good. Wow, you have the soft­est, tight­est pussy I 
have ever fucked.”

Rose­mary was too ab­sorbed in the fuck­ing be­low to ap­pre­ci­ate the enorm­ity of this
com­pli­ment. All she wanted Randy Whitkin to do was keep shov­ing it in and out un­til she 
came. All she was in­ter­ested in was feel­ing the ceil­ing cave in on her and the sky to blind 
her with the light her or­gasm would flash at her eyes. She was lost in the sea of pleas­ure that
her well lub­ric­ated va­gina was pro­du­cing as it stretched and pressed around the thick rod
shoved into if.

Randy could feel his legs start to ache as he burdened his body with the strange 
po­s­i­tion, and real­ized, quite selfishly, that he had to make her come and then get off 
him­self. To this end, he picked Rose­mary up by her waist and hiked her higher on his cock. 
Rose­mary moaned with the in­creased sen­sa­tion this po­s­i­tion pro­duced.

Randy’s cock was push­ing into her very roughly and force­fully and was press­ing hard 
against her clit­oris. As he pushed up­ward, her pussy lips were pulled down­ward, 
stim­u­lat­ing her clit­oris. Wow, she could go on forever! She could let him rock his hips into 
her for the next ten years, come hell or high wa­ter.

The white uni­form was get­ting the worst of the mangling from this en­counter, and, 
now, as Randy held her aloft, he was pressed against her chest. The skirt was get­ting 
des­per­ately wrinkled, but neither of them was very con­scious of that. He pressed her 
against the wall and smashed his shirt front and doc­tor’s coat, too.

“Hey, Ro, you al­most there, hon?”

“rim? Oh, no, don’t stop now, Randy.”

Rose­mary’s voice was soft and sub­dued. She was lost in a vel­vety cush­ion of 
ex­cite­ment. For once, she had no de­sire to talk to Randy. All she wanted him to do was 
keep on fuck­ing. He, how­ever, wanted to burst into her and be done with it.

“Hey, babe? I don’t know how long I can hold out in this po­s­i­tion. You’re mak­ing me 
pop.”

How­ever, Randy need not have wor­ried. As he spoke and sawed at the same time, 
Rose­mary felt the be­gin­ning of her or­gasm and she began to rub her­self over his prick 
wildly. She worked her­self hard so she could make it. She wanted to come and feel the sky 
open for her. In just one more minute, per­haps, she would be there.

With rising ten­sion in his prick, and a sense of re­lief, Randy real­ized what was 
hap­pen­ing and he in­creased the speed of his own move­ments. He thrust his cock up into 
her hard and fast and then ground against her clit­oris pur­posely. He prided him­self on 
be­ing able to make any wo­man come and come fant­ast­ic­ally. The man with the golden 
cock.

The stiff phal­lus was do­ing an ad­equate job, here, how­ever, and as he thrust this time, 
Rose­mary gasped and grunted in a series of low noises. The im­pact of her or­gasm was 
upon her and she was out of con­trol.

“Oh, Randy, fuck me! Fuck me! Do it!”

Even in his heat, Randy smiled as he heard this well bred girl mouth the gut­ter talk that 
many wo­man re­sor­ted to when in heat. He loved the im­age of the po­lite miss be­ing a 
whore when she needed it. The im­age was amp­li­fied by the starched white uni­form and 
the pristine char­ac­ter so­ci­ety al­lot­ted the nurse. Sa­vior of man­kind. Hand­maiden of 
the doc­tor.

The grunts got louder and Rose­mary grabbed onto Randy’s shoulders and nearly drew 
blood through the double thick­ness of cloth. Her va­gina con­trac­ted over the huge cock 
and her juices flowed, wet­ting it more than ever.

Randy was al­most gone as the strongest of the con­trac­tions hit. The flesh vise tor­tured 
his cock and forced the cream from it. In a wild fit of ex­er­tion, Randy humped Rose­mary 
frantic­ally and then shot his se­men into her wait­ing, con­vulsing va­gina. He closed his eyes
and bowed his head as the pleas­ure threatened his sense of bal­ance. He was hump­ing 
wildly, but he was un­aware of whether he was up­right or prone.

As he came, de­li­ciously, co­pi­ously, Randy made no aud­ible sounds. His per­son­al­ity 
was not that stable that he could let go with a girl the first time they fucked. The sounds he 
longed to make re­soun­ded in his head, and he held his breath so that he could con­trol the 
im­pulse to growl.

The hot se­men spur­ted up­ward in force­ful streams each time he ejac­u­lated, filling 
Rose­mary again and again. The flow was such that the bal­ance of the come over­flowed and
ran down Randy’s cock and mat­ted his pu­bic hair. The cloth that was around the wet 
gen­it­als was get­ting soaked with their juices, but neither of them cared at all.

As al­ways, though, the or­gasm for both came to a close and they res­ted against each 
other mo­ment­ar­ily. How­ever, Randy came alert more rap­idly than did Rose­mary and he 
hastened to re­trieve his cock for fear that his suit pants would be stained badly. He had 
ap­point­ments all that day, and could not af­ford the tell­tale traces.

“Oh, hey, that was fant­astic, Ro. Really won­der­ful.” Randy kissed Rose­mary on the lips 
very lightly as he stead­ied her on the floor and reached for his handker­chief. He wiped 
around his cock and mopped the mat­ted hair as best he could un­til he could get to the 
mens’ room. In a minute’s time, he was ready to take his leave, but figured that he was best 
ad­vised to stay un­til Rose­mary was ready to go back to work.

Rose­mary real­ized that she had no handker­chief with which to clean up, and ges­tured 
to Randy for the loan of his. When Randy real­ized what she was ask­ing for, he was a bit 
un­easy. He would make sure that the handker­chief went dir­ectly into the hamper at home. 
Sure, it was mostly his own se­men, but he wasn’t used to be­ing re­spons­ible for the girl’s 
clean up, as well. Oh, well, he thought to him­self, she’s a good, clean kid.

Rose­mary was hav­ing a worse time of clean­ing up than did Randy. Randy must have 
poured a gal­lon of come into her, she thought, as she tried, un­suc­cess­fully, to mop up the 
pool of fluid. Her panties and her panty­hose were already soaked. Then, just as she be­lieved 
that the bulk of the flow had been taken care of, she re­laxed her va­ginal muscles, 
un­con­sciously, and a tor­rent of come wet her again.

“Damn!”

Rose­mary swore un­der her breath. Now that she was back on an even keel, she was only 
an­noyed with the sticky cream. The pleas­ure was in the past and she had to deal with the 
present. She was sud­denly aware of her uni­form and tried in vain to smooth the wrinkles. 
Oh, shit! She was a damn mess.

Randy was try­ing to think of a cute part­ing re­mark, but his bril­liant mind was blank at 
the mo­ment. He was aware of the time and wanted to get back to his of­fice be­fore see­ing 
one of his pa­tients.

“Why don’t we have din­ner some even­ing, Ro? I think that would be a nice fol­low-up.” It
had soun­ded okay in his head, but the trip through his mouth some­how changed the 
re­mark in char­ac­ter and mean­ing. Rose­mary just stared at him. She was an­noyed at the 
child­ish re­sponse to their tryst. Okay, they had done some­thing that wasn’t ex­actly kosher, 
but pulling the em­bar­rassed little boy was un­at­tract­ive on Randy.

“Why don’t you go ahead. I don’t want any­one see­ing us leave here to­gether, any­way.”

“Oh, will you be all right? I thought I would wait un­til you were set..!’ “Please don’t. I’m 
just fine. Really.” He de­cided not to fight her gen­er­ous of­fer, and so Randy bent and kissed
Rose­mary lightly on the lips. His body was cool, now that his needs had been taken care of. 
He was think­ing about the case he was work­ing on. That new pa­tient, oh, so many things. 
“See you soon, babe.” Once alone, Rose­mary just took a mo­ment to as­sess the situ­ation. 
What the hell had she ex­pec­ted? Even in this day of wo­men’s lib­er­a­tion, he had played 
her un­til he got what she wanted and then let her down. Okay, she thought , stop play­ing 
the mar­tyr. He didn’t hold you down. He did some­thing worse, the rat. He made me want it! 
With her best ef­forts at dis­guising her re­cent activ­ity totally ex­pen­ded, Rose­mary 
de­cided it was time to face the floor. She opened the door and looked around to see if 
any­one had no­ticed her. Just some pa­tients walk­ing fur­ther down the hall. No 
su­per­visor. Maybe her luck would hold out. That frus­trated re­li­gious ma­niac-former wild 
one could really get on one’s back. She preached about be­ing good the way the Lord had 
meant it to be and how dis­gust­ing some people could make a beau­ti­ful thing.

Hell, Rose­mary thought, she prob­ably screwed every doc­tor and pa­tient she could, but 
when no one came through with the wed­ding band, she took to the Bible. Some of the older 
nurses re­membered her in her hey­day, and the stor­ies they told were some­times hard to 
be­lieve. Grace Rafters was hard to pic­ture as a wild and wan­ton wo­man. A party girl? Well, 
even the strip­pers get old and flabby.

As it turned out, luck was on her side, and she made it to the nurses’ lounge without 
be­ing seen by any­one. She was hor­ri­fied by the sight that showed it­self in the mir­ror. But
it was not bey­ond re­pair, and, now, armed with her pock­et­book, she re­paired the 
dam­age to her makeup and fixed the uni­form so that it just looked like she had been 
sit­ting most of the day.

Even as she fixed her­self up, Rose­mary found it hard to be­lieve that she had done this 
shock­ing thing at ten-thirty in the morn­ing! Randy Whitkin had earned his title as The 
Horn­i­est Doc­tor in the hos­pital. Maybe in the county or state. But, then, there were a few 
run­ners-up. Her cof­fee break had been stretched a bit, but thank­fully, there were other 
RN’s on the floor and the medi­cine would prob­ably be out on the floor by now. She wasn’t 
go­ing to worry about that.

Randy Whitkin, known for his bril­liant mind in the field of dia­gnosis, was sought after by 
many dif­fer­ent hos­pit­als when he fin­ished his res­id­ency four years ago. The older 
doc­tors he worked with could de­tect his out­stand­ing ca­pa­city to put two and two 
to­gether even when the symp­toms were not clas­sic. He had be­gun to make a name for 
him­self even while an in­tern. But then, he was more of a joke. He was usu­ally right, and 
even the res­id­ents and the at­tend­ing phys­i­cians used to give him more than just a 
cas­ual po­lite ear.

If there was one thing that Randy loved, it was his work. Be­ing a dia­gnosti­cian, he 
reveled in tak­ing on the cases that had de­fied sev­eral other doc­tors and puzz­ling out the 
prob­lem. No doc­tor in his right mind wanted to touch the word “in­fal­lible”, but there were 
very few times in the past few years that Randy had been even slightly off the beam. He was 
proud of his abil­ity and tal­ent.

How­ever, now that med­ical school and in­tern­ing and res­id­ency were be­hind him, 
Randy was be­ing judged, too, as a per­son. It is ac­cep­ted and ap­pre­ci­ated that most 
doc­tors don’t have time to grow in per­son­al­ity or emo­tion dur­ing the ter­ribly hec­tic 
years of study, but once that is past, the per­son usu­ally starts to un­fold.

There were some who did not like what they saw un­fold­ing. But there were oth­ers who 
thought he was a really nice guy. Randy made it his busi­ness to think about and be­friend the
lat­ter half of the world. He had one per­son­al­ity trait that drove most men up the wall. He 
was very con­ceited about his sexual prowess. Even though he knew that the size of a man’s 
penis did not a great lover make or break, he secretly thought him­self more than ad­equate 
merely for the size of his gen­it­als.

In today’s cul­ture and so­ci­ety, the size and ap­pear­ance of the gen­it­als is still prized 
more than we would like to be­lieve. Any sex or­gan or sym­bol is con­sidered for its 
at­tract­ive­ness. A wo­man has to have firm, gor­geous breasts, a man, a large penis and a 
firm, taut scro­tum .In the per­versity of this think­ing, it al­most seems more im­port­ant how
the ap­pend­age looks rather than how well it is used.

Randy Whitkin was firmly en­trenched in this be­lief and he con­sidered him­self very 
amply en­dowed. He happened to be right, and he gave every­one the feel­ing that he judged
his worth as much on his phys­ical en­dow­ment as his ex­cep­tional tal­ent in medi­cine. In 
short, some would have called Randy a prick.

The apart­ment that Randy kept could only be de­scribed as a “pad.” He spent money on 
the fur­nish­ings, but they were con­trived and of­ten for show. He was more in­ter­ested in 
what people would think when they saw the ex­pens­ive gad­gets. Each time he brought a 
new girl­friend up to his place, he waited for the mo­ment he hit the light switch and the 
ste­reo and the co­ordin­ated strobe light went into ac­tion.

He took his pleas­ure when he wanted it. Of­ten it was in­con­veni­ent for the girl, but 
that sel­dom phased him. If a girl put him off, he usu­ally dropped her. The idea of chas­ing a 
girl was in­ter­est­ing to him in­so­far as she was ob­tain­able in a “reas­on­able” amount of 
time. In most cases, that amoun­ted to one date, a few phone calls, and then she got crossed 
off the list.

This could be con­sidered the fault of our so­ci­ety. Many, many girls and wo­men 
al­lowed him this at­ti­tude be­cause they be­lieved him su­per­ior in some way. His ca­reer 
meant that he would al­ways be wealthy, and his mind made him fam­ous even in a short 
time. The girls, mostly nurses, con­sidered it a treat to be asked out to lunch, let alone din­ner,
by him. He was the choicest bit of gos­sip on every nurs­ing floor.

The biggest bet was that some rich girl would come along and take him. It would fol­low 
the fairy tale that most people still hold onto, but sel­dom ad­mit. The beau­ti­ful and rich girl
finds hap­pi­ness with the hand­some, in­tel­li­gent man. Not that this is so wrong. It is 
un­der­stood and ac­cep­ted that most people who are suc­cess­ful in their re­la­tion­ships 
are equal in their at­trib­utes.

Randy Whitkin was by no means ready to settle down, how­ever. He never even liked to 
think about the pos­sib­il­ity in the near fu­ture. Though most med­ical stu­dents are 
mar­ried, Randy was for­tu­nate enough to have par­ents to sup­port him very nicely 
through­out all his pro­fes­sional train­ing. They had since moved away to an­other part of 
the coun­try, farther south, and he lived a very free life.

To be can­did about the is­sue, one would have to say that Randy pan­icked when 
think­ing about tak­ing on such great re­spons­ib­il­it­ies. Though it may seem that the 
re­spons­ib­il­it­ies of a doc­tor re­quire a ma­ture at­ti­tude and per­son­al­ity, that is very 
of­ten not the case. Many doc­tors choose the pro­fes­sion and man­age to hide be­hind the 
sanc­tity of the po­s­i­tion they hold in so­ci­ety. They role play when mak­ing med­ical 
de­cisions and though most lay­men do not like to ad­mit this, many of them are no more 
than me­diocre in their prac­tice. Most of the people that doc­tors see have the or­din­ary 
ill­nesses, not the tele­vi­sion vari­ety of ail­ment.

The role of the dia­gnosti­cian was at­tract­ive to Randy in that it fas­cin­ated him to 
guess against what every­one else said, and come up right. He did, to be hon­est, have a great
tal­ent in this area. His knack for see­ing the one clue that oth­ers had passed up was 
un­canny. But, then, too, when in a pro­fes­sional ca­pa­city, Randy could duck out on his 
per­sonal re­spons­ib­il­it­ies. He could not handle the re­spons­ib­il­ity for his own 
per­son­al­ity and the way he treated oth­ers. In one sense, he was a spoiled, in­tel­li­gent 
child still hid­ing in the co­coon.

It was not sur­pris­ing that Randy grav­it­ated to the more im­ma­ture among the girls 
that he met. Once or twice, he did man­age to hit it off with an older wo­man for a few weeks,
but the closer scru­tiny of the re­la­tion­ship showed that the wo­man’s age had little to do 
with her ma­tur­ity. They were the types of wo­men that never ma­tured though they aged. 
They never las­ted with Randy, though, more from a view­point of looks. The younger bod­ies
at­trac­ted Randy a great deal more, and in his frame of ref­er­ence, that con­sti­tuted greater
worth as a per­son.

Randy checked his watch. He was sched­uled to have a meet­ing with a new pa­tient in 
just a few mo­ments. He was anxious to get to this case. The re­cords showed a seem­ingly 
healthy young girl of thir­teen. She had star­ted menses at twelve, and de­veloped 
beau­ti­fully, but, now she com­plained of vari­ous pains al­most con­stantly.

The child’s first doc­tor, the fam­ily phys­i­cian had thought it might be some de­fi­ciency 
in the min­eral con­tent and had sev­eral blood stud­ies done. The res­ults were neg­at­ive, 
how­ever, and she went on to two other doc­tors. The girl’s uncle was a phys­i­cian and he 
knew of Randy. He made the re­com­mend­a­tion to the girl’s par­ents that they con­sult with
Randy be­fore they rule out a phys­ical reason be­hind the pain.

In girl s that age, it is not un­com­mon for some psy­cho­lo­gical ele­ment to enter into 
the cause of such a prob­lem, but Tammy Gar­gani was the typ­ical, happy teen­ager. No one 
who knew her, in­clud­ing her phys­i­cian-uncle, con­sidered a psy­cho­lo­gical basis a real 
pos­sib­il­ity for her ill­ness. Tammy was con­sidered to be well bal­anced and healthy in every
as­pect of the word.

Randy had con­sidered bring­ing in a psy­chi­at­rist as a con­sult­ant on the case, but he 
wanted to take a look at the girl him­self, first. Read­ing a re­cord and see­ing a hu­man 
be­ing in front of him were two en­tirely dif­fer­ent pro­cesses, and one could of­ten hide 
what the other re­vealed. He had a hunch that he could tell re­l­at­ively soon, what the score 
was. So far, the girl had been suf­fer­ing from the symp­toms for three months, and though 
there were sev­eral peri­ods of res­pite when she felt no pain, the symp­toms came back, 
some­times more vi­ol­ently than be­fore.

Med­ical his­tor­ies, how­ever, have no way of pre­par­ing a doc­tor for the phys­ical 
ap­pear­ance of the pa­tient, save any med­ical prob­lems in­volved therein. In this case, true 
to this, Randy Whitkin was not at all pre­pared for the lovely young lady who walked into his 
of­fice. Tammy Gar­gani wore a bright green dress with brown shoes and match­ing purse. 
The dress was a pretty and de­mure prin­cess style, and it was easy to see that her par­ents 
were very proud of her lady­like ap­pear­ance.

Tammy’s red hair was worn long, and curled down her back. It was thick and shiny, the 
from the al­most daily wash­ings she gave it. Her eyes were bright, des­pite the fact that 
oc­ca­sion­ally a twinge of pain would flash across their deep blue hue. When she saw the 
doc­tor, she broke into a po­lite smile, and her eyes lit up even more. Randy was some­what 
taken aback. He let his eyes sweep over her in his ini­tial ap­praisal and sud­denly the words 
on her med­ical chart came alive. The words on pa­per be­came a per­son.

“Mr. And Mrs. Gar­gani. I’m Dr. Whitkin. Would you have a seat, please?” Randy walked 
over to Tammy.

‘Tammy, I’m Dr. Whitkin, Would you like your par­ents to come in­side for the in­ter­view, 
or do you think you could go it alone?”

Her eyes twinkled imp­ishly, but her voice was even.

“Oh, no, doc­tor. I don’t think that I need my par­ents with me. I’m not afraid of doc­tors.” 
Tammy’s mother star­ted to protest, but Randy put his hand up.

“Mrs. Gar­gani, I will need you for some his­tory that Tammy may not be totally fa­mil­iar 
with. But, first, I would like a short time with your daugh­ter.”

That seemed to calm the par­ents and Randy .ushered Tammy into the of­fice. He 
mo­tioned to a seat in-front of the desk and could not help his eyes roam over her pretty 
young body while he watched her settle her­self into the chair. Pro­fes­sion­ally, he was 
look­ing for the move­ment in her body, but as a man, he was watch­ing the beauty of her 
body.

What he saw in this young girl was a healthy young lady. Her limbs seemed able and not 
withered in any way. He would have to check the color and the qual­ity of her skin. But, from a
first look at her, she seemed healthy. Her color was good. Her tem­pera­ment seemed good, 
too. Well, he would have hor­monal checks done, too.

‘Tammy, how do you feel?”

“Much bet­ter now.”

Her tone was coy and her eyes flashed their in­vit­a­tion. Randy was shocked. He had 
never come into a situ­ation like this be­fore. He al­ways con­sidered young girls as just that. 
He liked to screw and fool around, but this in­volved wo­men, girls that were in col­lege or 
out of it. He wasn’t used to hav­ing a young girl flirt with him. And that was ex­actly what 
Tammy was do­ing.

“Well, now, you haven’t been to sev­eral doc­tors be­fore me just to tell me you’re feel­ing
bet­ter. What has been the trouble.”

“I just star­ted hav­ing these pains. They would get very bad and I couldn’t stop them.”

“Have they got­ten worse or bet­ter in the last few weeks?”

“Oh, some­times ter­ribly bad, and then, some days, I feel fine.”

“I see. Okay. Let’s call your mother in and take a com­plete med­ical his­tory.” Tammy 
smiled sweetly and pulled her dress down as Randy went over to call her mother in. Dur­ing 
the in­ter­view, Tammy sat quietly, but kept throw­ing those fetch­ing looks at Randy. He 
found this very dis­quiet­ing and forced him­self not to look at her while he was try­ing to 
take the his­tory down.

“Okay, Mrs. Gar­gani. I think that should do it. Why don’t you take Tammy in­side the 
ex­amin­ing room and you may stay dur­ing the ex­am­in­a­tion, if you wish.”

He al­most wished that the mother would stay. He wanted to be able to con­cen­trate on 
the dia­gnosis and not her flir­ta­tious ways. He gave her ten minutes to un­dress while he 
di­ges­ted the lengthy med­ical his­tory in front of him. Everything looked just nor­mal and 
there wasn’t one sus­pi­cious area in­dic­ated. From what he had seen so far, that girl in­side 
was very healthy, phys­ic­ally.

When Randy walked into his ex­amin­ing room, Mrs. Gar­gani was not there. Tammy sat 
on the ex­amin­ing table swinging her legs in little girl fash­ion, the pa­per robe tied around 
her tiny waist de­murely. He felt his heart sink, but his blood pres­sure el­ev­ate.

“Where’s your mother, Tammy?”

“I told her that I would feel worse if she stayed with me. I just star­ted to have a pain and 
she knew that I wasn’t kid­ding. She left.”

With a sense of al­most sheer resig­na­tion to this young fe­male, Randy began to 
ex­am­ine her. She dis­robed al­most sen­su­ally and Randy found it hard to be­lieve that this
creature un­der his hands was thir­teen years old. She was more se­duct­ive than many of the 
wo­men he had met. But he wasn’t pre­pared for the body that met his gaze as she slipped 
the pa­per robe to the table.

Randy stared at her firm, but full breasts. They were the kind that every wo­man wants to 
have. They were tilted up­ward and the nipples were just the right size, not too small, not big 
and thick. Her skin was flaw­less in color and tex­ture. Her arms were slim and tapered to 
slender wrists. Everything about this young girl was wo­manly, and el­eg­ant. She fas­cin­ated
him.

Randy had not in­ten­ded to in­clude a breast exam in the routine, but he had no way of 
know­ing that she was so well into her wo­man­hood. He was pulled between his manly 
de­sire to touch those lovely mounds, and his sense as a phys­i­cian that told him that breast 
can­cer at thir­teen was not very likely. But, then, even pro­fes­sion­ally, he would not be 
sat­is­fied with him­self or the dia­gnosis if he did not check every pos­sib­il­ity and then 
some.

“Will you lie flat on the table, please.”

With a small smile, Tammy ad­jus­ted her body into that po­s­i­tion and lay there, look­ing
so damn at­tract­ive and fetch­ing. Randy began the breast palp­a­tion, but as soon as his 
fin­gers touched the firm, full flesh, his thoughts star­ted to wander. In­stantly, he made a 
com­prom­ise with him­self. The first time around, he would ex­am­ine her, and the next time 
he would let the man in him en­joy the sen­sa­tions of touch­ing her lovely breasts.

“Ohh, that feels funny.”

Randy was touch­ing Tammy’s nipples, in the ex­am­in­a­tion and she wiggled a bit and 
moaned.

“What do you mean, ‘funny?’ Does it hurt in any way?” Randy was back into his doc­tor 
role. He was con­cerned that he had un­wit­tingly un­covered some real med­ical prob­lem.

“Oh, no. It doesn’t hurt at all. It just feels, well, funny, that’s all. I never had a man, a real 
man touch my nipples that way.”

Randy real­ized that she was re­spond­ing sexu­ally to the ex­am­in­a­tion and that really 
rattled him. As a dia­gnosti­cian, he did, oc­ca­sion­ally, see some pa­tients whose ill­nesses 
were not based in a phys­ical reason, and he had his share of wo­men try­ing to make passes 
at him, but not very many at all. Not like the in­tern­ist, who sees every­one.

Randy didn’t know how to re­act. He should really put her down and tell her to stop 
in­ter­fer­ing in an im­port­ant ex­am­in­a­tion. But, then, how strong was the re­ac­tion? 
Why was he put­ting her down so strongly. With other wo­men who star­ted this kind of 
thing, he just ig­nored it and they usu­ally stopped when they real­ized that he wasn’t 
in­ter­ested.

Randy real­ized that he was so up­set by her be­ha­vior be­cause he was at­trac­ted to 
her and his thoughts were not far from her own, ap­par­ently. He was really caught in a bind. 
How­ever, while he thought this over, his fin­gers lingered on the tender bud. His eyes 
crossed Tammy’s and she smiled at him. The look in her eyes was un­mis­tak­ably in­vit­ing.

Now that Randy ad­mit­ted to him­self that this girl at­trac­ted him, he was un­sure of his 
sixth sense with her. He wanted to feel her body and touch every for­bid­den part. 
For­bid­den to him as a man, but not as a doc­tor. He could find no prob­lem med­ic­ally 
with her and this last meas­ure of a breast exam had been to sat­isfy that part of him that 
never could be sat­is­fied.

“Please, don’t stop that. It really feels so good.” Tammy pressed her hand to Randy’s and 
held it to her breast. The pres­sure against the back of his hand was good and he felt his body
quiver as his palm flattened her breast. He was los­ing his sense of time and when he next 
opened his eyes, it was be­cause the buzzer on the wall soun­ded. His nurse used it when 
there was an im­port­ant phone call dur­ing an ex­am­in­a­tion.

Randy shook his head as he went over to an­swer the call.

“Dr. Whitkin, will you need any as­sist­ance in there? The par­ents are ask­ing about the 
ex­am­in­a­tion. It’s been forty-five minutes, doc­tor.”

Randy looked at his watch just as he star­ted to say some­thing. Damn, could it have been 
that long?

“No, Jean. You just tell them that I am be­ing very thor­ough, since this is a con­fus­ing 
case. As a mat­ter of fact, I’m just about fin­ished with Miss Gar­gani.”

As he walked back to the ex­amin­ing table, Randy didn’t know what to say to the girl, still 
ly­ing on the table, wait­ing for his re­turn. She had ob­vi­ously heard the con­ver­sa­tion on 
his part, but she didn’t get up or stir in the slight­est.

“Okay, Tammy, I think you can get dressed. We’re fin­ished.”

“Oh, Dr. Whitkin, not yet! It felt so good.” Randy was an­noyed with her in­sist­ence that 
he con­tinue touch­ing her breasts. He felt very guilty in light of the par­ents be­ing 
con­cerned since he had kept her so long. Tammy was im­ma­ture in her in­ab­il­ity to work 
out a situ­ation that wasn’t to her lik­ing. He sus­pec­ted that be­neath that lovely, adult 
ex­ter­ior lurked some little-girl tend­en­cies. She was used to get­ting her way.

“Now, look, Missy, you just get your butt off the table and get dressed.” Randy couldn’t 
bring him­self to be short with her. His tone was a light one, kid­ding her into com­ply­ing. 
She moved, then, and he made his way to the door to his of­fice.

“Dr. Whitkin?”

“Yes, Tammy?”

“Did you like it as much as I did?”

The dir­ect­ness of the young is un­beat­able. Randy smiled and nod­ded, then closed the
door. He sat at his desk and made a few notes on Tammy’s chart. From what he could 
de­term­ine, he felt that she was a fine and healthy young lady. He could find no phys­ical 
basis for her trouble. He would have to call in the psy­chi­at­rist for a con­sulta­tion. But, now,
the only prob­lem would be how to break this to the par­ents.

He wasn’t wor­ried about Tammy’s ac­cept­ance of the psy­cho­lo­gical ex­am­in­a­tion. 
She seemed eager to be looked at and talked to. But her par­ents presen­ted the prob­lem. 
They were so sure that she was sick, phys­ic­ally, that they could simply turn away from his 
sug­ges­tions if they felt strongly enough about it. He didn’t want that. As a doc­tor, the 
psy­cho­lo­gical reas­ons for the ill­ness were just as vi­able as any phys­ical ones. The ill­ness
was there, be it in the body or the mind.

Randy thought it out for a while and de­cided not to say any­thing def­in­ite to the 
par­ents or to Tammy. He told his nurse to ask them all to come in.

Mr. and Mrs. Gar­gani shuffled in quietly, al­most afraid to come in. They gave the 
im­pres­sion that they had done this be­fore and dreaded his find­ings.

The uncle’s re­com­mend­a­tion was a large part of the dread. He had put it plainly. Dr. 
Whitkin would know what was wrong. They had as much as said this to him. After they were 
seated, Randy began, but tried not to look at Tammy.

“I can’t give you any con­clus­ive find­ings, just now. I’ve had some blood tests run and 
when those come back from the lab, I will want to see Tammy again. I may bring in an­other 
doc­tor for con­sulta­tion. Would that be all right?”

“Oh, of course, doc­tor. Any­thing you say. Any­thing at all. Just cure our little girl.” Tammy
fid­geted when her father said this, and Randy could see that there was some very def­in­ite 
emo­tional prob­lem here. It was likely that the fam­ily doc­tor didn’t want to touch it, if he 
re­cog­nized it at all. Many fam­ily phys­i­cians were like that. Some sub­jects could be 
un­com­fort­able to dis­cuss, es­pe­cially if he wanted to keep the busi­ness of the fam­ily.

Randy de­cided not to men­tion the doc­tor’s spe­cial­iz­a­tion. After all, a psy­chi­at­rist 
was a med­ical doc­tor. He simply spe­cial­ized in the„ area of the mind and the emo­tions.

“I’ll have my sec­ret­ary call you. It may be a week or so be­fore I see Tammy again. But, 
please re­lax. We’ll take care of everything. No mir­acles, just medi­cine.”

That was Randy’s fa­vor­ite clos­ing to pa­tients and he ushered the trio out of his of­fice. 
He could not take his eyes off Tammy as she walked to the outer door. Her body was 
sen­su­ous and she made sure that she turned back for a mo­ment just be­fore the door 
closed be­hind her. She winked at Randy.

“Get Dr. Mar­tin on the phone, will you Jean?”

“Gary Mar­tin, the psy­chi­at­rist?”

“Yes.”

When the in­ter­com flashed, Randy pushed the switch. “Yes?”

“Dr. Mar­tin is on the line.” Randy de­pressed the lighted but­ton on the phone.

“Hi, Gary. How are you do­ing?”

“Fine, fine. What’s up?”

“I’ve got a pa­tient that I would like to dis­cuss with you and maybe have you see her.”

“You sus­pect psy­cho­lo­gical trouble in­stead of phys­ical?”

“All the tests aren’t back yet, but it looks a good case for your area. Shall I send you her 
file, or you want to come over?”

“No, hey, see you later on. Any­way, there’s this great girl I want you to meet.” When 
Randy hung up the phone, he couldn’t get the pic­ture of Tammy Gar­gani out of his mind. 
She was so very at­tract­ive to him. He wondered if he should see Gary, in­stead, be­fore he 
made any fi­nal dia­gnosis. He shook his head as he put the file in the “out” bas­ket.

CHAPTER TWO

After the con­sulta­tion later that day, Randy was fur­ther con­vinced that Tammy’s 
prob­lem lay in her mind. Gary con­curred that this was com­mon in pu­bes­cent girls and 
that it usu­ally mani­fes­ted some con­flict in their matur­ing. Many times, the par­ents are to 
blame in that they prize the little girl who is no more. They “pun­ish” the girl for grow­ing by 
only re­ward­ing things they see as ac­cept­able to their im­age of her as a child. The young 
lady is left out in the cold and she has con­flict with her role in the fam­ily.

Randy veri­fied that the par­ents seem to fit into that de­scrip­tion, and Gary said that it 
Would not be too dif­fi­cult to find out if this was the case. But, they both agreed to wait 
un­til the ex­tens­ive series of blood tests were in. Neither doc­tor wished to be pre­ma­ture 
in the dia­gnosis.

After they fin­ished with Tammy’s case, Gary and Randy chat­ted for a mo­ment. They had 
been friends for a while. Gary was young, too. He had known Randy dur­ing med­ical school, 
but they were in dif­fer­ent years, and they never be­came friends un­til they met later on, 
dur­ing the last year of Randy’s res­id­ency. They had be­come closer friends now that they 
both worked at the same hos­pital, though, they sel­dom ever saw each other dur­ing 
work­ing hours.

Gary Mar­tin was a like­able per­son. He was bril­liant in his field as was Randy in his. They
re­spec­ted each other, though most people found it hard to be­lieve that re­spons­ible, 
easy-go­ing Gary could have any kind of a ser­i­ous friend­ship with Randy Whitkin. Many 
con­sidered Randy im­ma­ture and labeled the psy­chi­at­rist as his equal if he man­aged to 
keep up the re­la­tion­ship.

It was cer­tain, how­ever, that Gary Mar­tin had his head on rather prop­erly. He 
re­cog­nized Randy’s im­ma­tur­ity, but he swore that one day, a nice per­son would emerge 
from the co­coon. He liked Randy’s mind. He ap­pre­ci­ated the kin­ship in the pro­fes­sional 
sense and in many things, he formed Randy’s opin­ions. Al­though there wasn’t many years 
between them, Randy was clearly the ju­nior part­ner of the team.

Gary and Randy had dated to­gether sev­eral times, but since they pre­ferred dif­fer­ent 
types of wo­men, the girls sel­dom hit it off very well, and they kept their so­cial­iz­ing to a 
few drinks oc­ca­sion­ally. When Gary said that he had a girl that he wanted Randy to meet, 
Randy was in­ter­ested. There was open agree­ment between the pair that they pre­ferred 
dif­fer­ent types and they did not hassle the sub­ject.

“Randy, my boy, I think I may have found the girl for you.” Some­thing tightened in 
Randy’s throat. That state­ment soun­ded so fi­nal. The Big M flashed in his brain and he 
be­came un­com­fort­able. He wasn’t ready for wed­lock.

“Oh, yeah? What do you mean by “the girl?”

“Hey, Randy, I mean that you should fit each other per­fectly. She seems like a nice 
enough per­son. A friend of mine, Donna, works with this girl and I met her the other night on
a double date. She’s for you.”

“Well, what does she look like?”

Gary laughed out loud.

“I knew that you were go­ing to ask that. And that is one reason why you will love her.” 
Gary ges­tured in the air to help him pic­ture her fig­ure. He traced an ima­gin­able, but very 
bos­omy wo­man.

“She is really a knock­out. She looks great. The kind of looks that make a man proud to be 
with her even if she opens her mouth.”

“What does that mean?”

“She’s ba­sic­ally a bright girl, I would guess, but she is younger than her years, if you 
know what I mean. She’s even na­ive.”

“Like what? What does she do? I don’t want some dummy on my hands.”

“Listen, Randy. I think I know a little bit about you and what you like. She is a like­able 
per­son, very bub­bly. She teaches very young chil­dren, and she must fit in with them very 
nicely.”

“I’m not sure that I like the pic­ture you’re paint­ing of a girl that I’m sup­posed to go wild
about. What kind of a per­son does that make me?”

“A great guy, friend. And Valerie is a nice per­son, too. Thank the Lord that she teaches 
first graders. If it was the third grade, even, I swear they would be at­tack­ing her in the halls.”

“She’s really that at­tract­ive, huh?”

“Fant­astic. When do you think you would be free to meet her?”

“Now that you’ve got me worked up, how about to­night?”

“Great. I’ll give you a call and see if Donna can set it up.” Dur­ing the bal­ance of the 
af­ter­noon, Randy thought about Valerie, his sup­posed “Dream Girl”. He stopped be­ing 
sens­it­ive about her in­tel­li­gence when he learned from Gary that she had her Mas­ters 
de­gree in Early Child­hood Edu­ca­tion. She had to be in­tel­li­gent if she had an ad­vanced 
de­gree.

What im­pressed him even more was the fact that she was only twenty three and she had 
her M.A. He con­sidered him­self a young genius and liked hav­ing other com­par­able 
people around him. Well, not quite as bright, since he did not like heavy com­pet­i­tion, but 
Randy found it im­possible to tol­er­ate someone he thought be­neath him in any way for 
any sus­tained period of time. If he met a girl at a bar and she was in­ter­est­ing to him for 
her looks, once he found out that she did not have a col­lege de­gree, he usu­ally lost 
in­terest quickly and. Went on to someone else.

Randy usu­ally dated nurses, since he came in con­tact with them most of­ten. He made a 
point of never dat­ing a prac­tical nurse. He did date a few of the more at­tract­ive girls on 
the tech­nical staff at the hos­pital, but, again, only if they had de­grees in their fields. This 
was one reason that many people did not like Randy Whitkin when they got to know him. The 
biggest prob­ab­il­ity was that they knew him only slightly, and were turned off by the 
of­fens­ive rat­ing he im­posed on oth­ers.

In this ref­er­ence, it was a sure bet that Randy would be im­pressed with Valerie Storer. 
Gary was not ex­ag­ger­at­ing when he told of her charms. She was what every man dreams 
about but sel­dom ever pos­sesses. Gary had noted her charms for him­self, but he was wise 
enough not to judge people on their ap­pear­ances, only, and knew that they could never 
make it as people. Any­way, he was get­ting more in­volved with Donna.

As Randy waited to hear word about the even­ing, he could not help think­ing about 
Tammy. He had for­got­ten about her dur­ing the con­ver­sa­tion with Gary, but now that he 
was think­ing about Valerie and her phys­ical charms, he thought about the morn­ing when 
he had his hands on Tammy’s young and lovely breasts. He re­membered the look in her eyes 
and was very dis­gruntled.

Though he tried, he could not rid him­self of the im­age of the young girl ly­ing na­ked on
his ex­amin­ing table and the way she pressed his hands to her breasts. He did not know what
might have happened if his nurse hadn’t in­ter­rup­ted him dur­ing the epis­ode to bring him
back to real­ity. At first, he did not like to think about do­ing any­thing fur­ther with his 
pa­tient. He felt he should chas­tise him­self for such thoughts and avoid them. But, then, 
little by little, he began to ima­gine him­self more in­volved with the girl.

The more he thought about Tammy’s young body, the faster his pulse raced. When the 
phone on his desk rang, he was sur­prised to real­ize that his pants were bul­ging and 
wel­comed the re­lief of the in­ter­rup­tion. He answered the phone him­self.

“Dr. Whitkin.”

“Hey, Randy, you’re in luck. Valerie is free to­night, though it will be a bit late.”

“Uh, that’s nice news. Uh, what time is late?” Randy was try­ing -to com­pose him­self 
even though he felt his cock throb­bing with ex­cite­ment from the thoughts that had been 
run­ning through his mind.

“Oh, there’s a par­ents thing to­night, so neither Donna or Valerie will be free be­fore 
eight fif­teen or so.”

Randy looked at his watch. That left him four hours to play with.

“Great. You tell me where and when and it’s okay.” Gary and Randy made plans to meet 
down­stairs at the hos­pital park­ing lot. The girls were go­ing to drive their cars to the lot 
and leave them there. This way, they would be reas­on­ably sure about the safety of the 
vehicles. Gary knew of a very nice res­taur­ant and Randy agreed without too much of an 
ar­gu­ment.

Since there was too much time to kill there at the hos­pital, and Randy wanted to change 
be­fore he met Valerie, he called the ser­vice and told him where he would be. He sel­dom 
was called in the middle of the night un­less some other doc­tor had a des­per­ate case and 
needed his opin­ion. Most of the pa­tients he dealt with were spe­cial cases and they were 
seen dur­ing the day at the hos­pital of­fice. Then he would re­com­mend a doc­tor in that 
spe­cialty once the dia­gnosis was made.

Randy played his tape deck in the car dur­ing the ride to his apart­ment, but all he heard 
was Tammy’s voice say­ing how good his hands felt. Dam­nit! He couldn’t stop the voice and 
the feel­ing in his groin. Driv­ing was be­com­ing dif­fi­cult as his penis swelled again from 
the sense of ex­cite­ment he achieved from men­tally ab­us­ing this girl.

There were few times when Randy ever mas­turb­ated. He had so many wo­men that he 
usu­ally could hold him­self in check un­til one of them was avail­able. Or, like this morn­ing, 
with Rose­mary Brown, he made sure that one was avail­able. He con­nec­ted mas­turb­at­ing
with sexual fail­ure. Then, too, Randy was selfish and lazy when it came to sex. He liked the girl
to fuss over him but his ma­nip­u­la­tions usu­ally amoun­ted to get­ting her ready for his 
entry and then he fucked her un­til she came. Not that Randy had many com­plaints from the 
wo­men he went to bed with.

But, now, no mat­ter what he did, he could not get this girl off his mind. He de­cided to 
take a shower, even though it was too early to get dressed for the date. Not a cold shower, as 
one hears about in books and movies, but just a reg­u­lar, warm shower to change his 
men­tal at­ti­tude. How­ever, as he was get­ting un­dressed, his hand could not help but 
brush his huge penis. He had a good hard-on and he watched his cock as it throbbed.

Randy was in the bath­room and he looked up into the full-length mir­ror at his 
re­flec­tion. He loved to look at his body, but now, with that mighty hard-on, he looked even 
bet­ter to him­self. It was half-nar­cissisism, and half or­din­ary sexual feel­ing that promp­ted
his hand to tighten around the hard ap­pend­age. As he squeezed, the head turned a deeper 
red and al­most a purple.

He knew that he was too far gone for a change of scene and topic. His cock re­fused to be
ig­nored. He watched him­self as he worked his fist up and down the thick shaft. The veins 
bulged un­der his force­ful grip and a tiny bead of sem­inal fluid ap­peared at the very tip. 
But the feel­ings he was ex­per­i­en­cing were so pleas­ant that he no longer hes­it­ated with 
his mo­tions and jacked his prick stead­ily.

In his mind, Randy saw Tammy na­ked and he spread her legs wide. Her little pussy was 
already covered with dew.

The fantasy began and Randy worked his fin­gers into the small patch of downy 
cov­er­ing. He spread her lips and rubbed the clit­oris over and over again, un­til Tammy 
begged him to push up into her va­gina. As he ima­gined this, Randy worked his fist up and 
down his cock and the feel­ings go bet­ter all the time. This dual activ­ity was a bit new to 
Randy and he would keep los­ing the fantasy was he felt his own hand on him­self.

He kept go­ing back to what Tammy had looked like and the gleam in her eye as he 
touched her breasts. He had pressed them flat against her with her own hands help­ing. Damn
it! He was so hot. He had to get off and fast.

Randy stopped wast­ing time with this activ­ity and he ap­plied him­self solely to the task 
of jack­ing him­self.

He opened his eyes now and watched him­self mas­turb­at­ing. He was taken with the 
im­age of the huge cock in his hand. He liked to be­lieve that he was the biggest man any girl 
he fucked ever had in her life. She would never for­get him or his cock. So, now, as he jacked 
this mon­ster cock, he swooned a bit for what it must feel like to the girls.

Randy loved to shove this big one in a hot, tight cunt. He loved to feel the wet­ness of the 
juice the sweet pussies would gen­er­ate when they de­sired him. There was al­ways a wet 
pussy for him to pos­sess, and he sel­dom missed a chance. He would shove this huge thing 
into them, this hot pole that he worked on him­self.

Tammy or no, he was too hot to turn back. As he jacked his fist back and forth over his 
penis, he knew that the end was near. The juice in his balls star­ted to churn and would soon 
be shoot­ing out through his cock. He fixed his gaze on the sight of his cock be­ing worked 
and con­tin­ued to fin­ish the deed.

Just now, how­ever, as he was about to come, Tammy flashed back into his 
con­scious­ness. He thought of her body and her mouth and breasts just as the se­men 
star­ted to shoot out of him. He rubbed harder and faster as he star­ted to come, and bared 
his teeth as the in­tense pleas­ure took hold of him.

“I’ll show you, you little flirt! I’ll show you what it’s like to have a man make love to you!” 
Then the come was gush­ing over his hand and on the mir­ror as the gi­ant cock burst into 
life. Randy milked him­self again and again un­til the last of the gism was on his hand, his 
cock and all over the mir­ror. He shot a large arc when he came. He had a strong 
ejac­u­lat­ory power. He kept work­ing him­self over un­til the sud­den ex­haus­tion 
over­came him. He slowed his mo­tions and then ab­ruptly stopped. He Bent over and res­ted
his head against the wall, try­ing to catch his breath.

Randy had never felt this be­fore. He had mas­turb­ated only oc­ca­sion­ally, and never 
with the sat­is­fac­tion and the in­tens­ity of pleas­ure that he had just ex­per­i­enced. This 
was a new area for him to ex­plore. The feel­ings he had just dis­covered took 
mas­turb­a­tion out of the realm of sexual fail­ure and put it into su­per pleas­ure.

As he came back to real­ity, he began to feel bet­ter and felt en­er­gized. The 
tre­mend­ous fa­tigue de­veloped into a burst of en­ergy and he began to look for­ward to 
meet­ing Valerie that night. He star­ted to think only about that and put Tammy out of his 
mind. Hell, there was noth­ing he could do about it any­way, and he knew bet­ter than to go 
after hope­less situ­ations.

But he was never totally suc­cess­ful in eras­ing Tammy Gar­gani from his mind. As he 
dressed and later, as he drove to meet Gary, he thought about the girl. He couldn’t dis­miss 
the fact that he had got­ten so hot from think­ing about her that he had mas­turb­ated. He 
had fucked her in his mind, hadn’t he? He had de­sired and taken a thir­teen-year-old girl. 
The thought shook him whenever he thought about it too long.

Once he met Valerie Storer, how­ever, Tammy van­ished from his mind for the night. She 
was everything that Gary had prom­ised. Everything. Damn, she was a gor­geous girl. He 
watched them walk­ing over to them and could not be­lieve his eyes. Gary was watch­ing for 
his ini­tial re­ac­tion and could not sup­press a laugh when Randy just stared.

“I don’t ex­ag­ger­ate, Randy. She’s some­thing else, wouldn’t you say?” The 
in­tro­duc­tions were made all around and Donna, whom Randy had never met be­fore, either
was a pretty sight. Donna Cren­shaw was a light brownette. Her hair was worn shoulder length
and her clothes were simple and un­ob­trus­ive. They flattered her, but never brought 
at­ten­tion to any one part of her body.

Valerie, how­ever, was a dif­fer­ent story. She could not help but draw at­ten­tion to the 
dif­fer­ent parts of her body. Each part was lovely of its own and it was prob­able that a sack 
would look sug­gest­ive on her. Her voice was light, and went per­fectly with her 
blonde-blue-eyed ap­pear­ance. Randy found him­self si­lently con­cur­ring with Gary on his 
feel­ing that if she taught ten-year-old boys, they would at­tack her.

The res­taur­ant that Gary had chosen was just right for the first meet­ing. It was quiet but
not des­per­ately in­tim­ate. It was pos­sible to have a good, four-way con­ver­sa­tion 
without be­ing afraid that they would dis­turb the lov­ers at the next table. Randy was sit­ting 
next to Valerie and he was con­stantly temp­ted to look at her in­stead of the per­son that 
was talk­ing at the time.

Valerie did not drink, he learned when the cock­tails were ordered.

“Oh, I just never liked the stuff. It makes me sick. Could I have a diet soda, in­stead?” A bit 
of hope died in Randy’s chest. He figured that he could get her drunk. Damn. He would have 
to play this straight. But, then, many of the wo­men he screwed never needed li­quor to get 
ready to sub­mit to him. They begged for it.

“The things that I love are worse for me than li­quor. I could eat my way through an ice 
cream store. Really, I could. Ask Donna, she’ll tell you.”

“On that I have to agree. Val is very big on ice cream.” Donna was nice. There was room for
sev­eral catty com­ments in that space, but none ever were spoken. It was easy to see why 
Donna and Gary were so nicely suited. They shared the same kind of un­hur­ried and re­laxed 
re­la­tion­ship with life, it­self. Neither needed the un­hap­pi­ness of an­other to make them 
se­cure.

“Gary tells me that you have your Mas­ters in Early Child­hood. I ima­gine that you really 
do a fine job with those kids.”

“Oh, I really love them. They’re just so cute. Some of them are sons of bitches, but most of 
them are okay. And they de­velop such deep at­tach­ments to their teach­ers. At Christ­mas 
time, I have to bor­row a sta­tion wagon to bring home the gifts! “ The talk changed to 
in­clude memor­ies of spe­cial teach­ers they had had and each took turns with the wild­est 
of stor­ies. Sur­pris­ingly, most of them re­membered the un­pleas­ant ex­per­i­ences they 
had had with their teach­ers.

“Valerie, I’m glad there is someone like you in this field. It’s nice to meet someone who 
really likes this kind of thing.”

“Thank you, Randy. But, to tell the truth, there are more good teach­ers around now. You 
see, with this Wo­men’s Lib thing, not every girl who gradu­ates from col­lege has to be­come
a teacher. They can do what they would like to, in­stead of pun­ish­ing the poor kids for 
so­ci­ety’s stric­tures. It’s a whole dif­fer­ent game.”

“Val is right. Even in the up­per grades, where I spe­cial­ize, you see it. There’s such a glut 
of teach­ers, that get­ting into the pro­fes­sion isn’t auto­matic any­more.”

“You, know, you two are right. I re­mem­ber when my cousin got out of school. She had 
ma­jored in Art His­tory, and there was no place for her in the busi­ness world. So she taught 
a first grade class in one of the local schools. They were happy to have her, even without any 
real ex­pert­ise or spe­cial­iz­a­tion.” .

Randy joined in with one of his ex­per­i­ences in the field of edu­ca­tion. He felt a need to 
make Valerie feel he was pro­gress­ive and very in­ter­ested in edu­ca­tion. In ac­tu­al­ity, he 
never thought about chil­dren at all. He even dis­liked his closest little re­l­at­ives. But, now, 
sud­denly, the edu­ca­tion of the young be­came a burn­ing is­sue for him.

“Per­haps you can tell me about it in de­tail. I don’t want to bore Donna and Gary. They 
both deal with this in their own way. Donna every day, and Gary rather of­ten, I would 
ima­gine.”

Gary gave him a funny look and was about to re­mind his friend that he sel­dom, if ever, 
took on chil­dren in his prac­tice. He had no feel­ing for the area, nor any like for it. But, when
he saw the rap­port between Valerie and Randy grow­ing by the minute, he de­cided that this 
would be no ter­rible mis­take for Valerie to be­lieve that he worked with chil­dren, too. He 
re­cog­nized the im­port­ance that Randy was pla­cing on their shared- in­terests and he 
wouldn’t have spoiled the mo­ment for any­thing.

The meal went rather well. They had shared some of the res­taur­ant’s more fam­ous 
dishes, but the fettuc­cini won hands down. The chef had used a sharp bleu cheese in the 
re­cipe in­stead of the Parmesan and Swiss that is usu­ally used. Donna was the only one that 
did not care for it. No one, how­ever, could find any­thing but praise for the chef with his veal 
in lemon but­ter sauce Even the pastry that they in­dulged in was su­perb. The food was very 
good and no one real­ized that it was well after el­even when the waiter brought the check.

“Oh, is it that late? I have to be up early to cor­rect some tests.” · Randy felt a keen pang of
dis­ap­point­ment, but he was anxious to please Valerie, and for the first time, he was 
think­ing past his im­me­di­ate grat­i­fic­a­tion. He nearly fell over him­self in sug­gest­ing 
that they leave im­me­di­ately.

“I’ll drive you home right now. I have to be up early, for a con­fer­ence with an­other 
phys­i­cian, but not as early as you, I’m sure.”

In that one sen­tence, Randy gained points for his im­age with her in two ways. He had 
men­tioned his own im­port­ance as a doc­tor, and had shown con­sid­er­a­tion for her in 
her work. Gary and Donna stayed be­hind a bit and Randy was prac­tic­ally breath­less when 
he helped Valerie into her coat. He was temp­ted to try to touch even her arm, but darned not
to. He wanted her to like him. For once, he wasn’t wor­ried about man­euv­er­ing her into 
bed for to­night. There was to­mor­row and the next day.

They had to drive back to the hos­pital to get her car from the park­ing lot, but Randy 
in­sisted that he fol­low her home. He said that he would not rest un­less he knew that she 
was al­right. He wanted to see that she ar­rived home safe. Valerie was ob­vi­ously flattered 
and dur­ing the ride to her apart­ment some miles away, he thought about what it would be 
like to someday get her into bed. She was def­in­itely not the party-girl type.

They came to a nice de­vel­op­ment out in the sub­urbs of the town and Valerie parked 
her car. She had said that he could fol­low her if he liked, but that he wouldn’t have to get 
out. How­ever, Randy parked as close by as he could and ran back to her car be­fore she 
could get out of the door. He was ready with the ser­vice as she reached for the handle.

“You are really very sweet. I can make it up­stairs, thank you.”

“I’d like to see you to the door, if you don’t mind.” They were close to each other, but the 
night air was cool and Valerie star­ted to shiver a bit.

“Hey you’re cold. Let’s not ar­gue about see­ing you in.” Valerie yiel­ded to his stronger 
hand and they headed for the lobby door. The build­ing was done up nicely, and the lobby 
door was se­curely locked. Randy took note of that. He liked to think of her as safe. He was 
be­com­ing very con­cerned with this girl.

Once they were in­side the el­ev­ator, and the quiet and the warmth sur­roun­ded them, 
the feel­ing changed. He was stand­ing close to her in the small space and his head was filled 
with the per­fume of her be­ing. He was be­com­ing in­tox­ic­ated on it. He moved his arm 
closer to her and fi­nally, his hand came to rest on her back. She did not res­ist the con­tact, 
and he felt en­cour­aged.

Just then, the el­ev­ator door opened and Valerie stepped out. She walked to the door 
and Randy fol­lowed just be­hind. He couldn’t help but look at her legs and her der­ri­ere 
swinging as she walked. When she got to the door, Valerie stopped, but Randy kept on 
walk­ing and as she turned around, he bumped into her.

The col­li­sion was very pleas­ant for Randy. He walked right into Valerie’s breasts. The 
soft-firm flesh gave un­der the im­pact of his weight, but bounced back im­me­di­ately as he 
moved away from her.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Valerie!”

But the mo­ment was already in pro­gress. They had touched and the ma­gic was there. 
Valerie didn’t pull away from him and in­stead, res­ted against him some­what. Their lips met 
in a si­lent kiss and Randy kissed her soundly and deeply. They were to­gether for a long 
mo­ment, but then, Valerie came awake from her dream­like state and pulled away. Her voice 
was still somn­am­bu­lant qual­ity, how­ever, when she whispered her good night.

Randy drove home in a trance him­self. He wanted to talk to Gary, but real­ized that he 
was more than likely with Donna. He wanted to tell someone that he had met someone so 
very spe­cial. He might have met his girl.

The feel­ing was so en­tirely new to Randy. At home, get­ting ready for bed, he just stared
at him­self to be sure what he was feel­ing, but it was def­in­itely dif­fer­ent. Usu­ally, the first
thing that happened when he thought of a girl was to have his penis rise to the oc­ca­sion. 
But not with Valerie.

This girl might change his life. And, for once, the thought of chan­ging his life was not that
fright­en­ing or re­pug­nant. He was even able to keep that little imp from his 
con­scious­ness. He didn’t give Tammy an­other thought while he was awake that even­ing. 
That, how­ever, did not mean that he could con­trol his dreams.

CHAPTER THREE

Randy could not un­der­stand why he was so tired in the morn­ing, un­til a frag­ment of a
dream re­turned to haunt him. In his sleep, he was not safe from the strange, new de­sires for 
that young pa­tient of his, Tammy Gar­gani. Once he had re­leased him­self to sleep, his 
secret wishes over­ran his con­scious mind.

He had not been totally un­truth­ful about an early morn­ing con­fer­ence with an­other 
doc­tor. How­ever, and he hur­ried to make the ap­poin­ted time. He did not like to be kept 
wait­ing and this was one cour­tesy that he re­turned. The most likable part of Randy’s 
per­son­al­ity, in gen­eral, was in his pro­fes­sional ca­pa­city.

On his way to the con­fer­ence, Randy stopped off at the hos­pital cafet­eria for some 
cof­fee and as he waited in the line, Rose­mary Brown walked up be­hind him. Her ini­tial 
re­ac­tion was one of an­noy­ance, but she man­aged to keep her tem­per in check. In no 
way did she ima­gine that he would ask her to din­ner though he had men­tioned it 
yes­ter­day, after the hall­way tryst.

“Good morn­ing, Dr Whitkin. How are you this morn­ing?” Randy whirled around at the 
fa­mil­iar voice. He wasn’t pre­pared for Rose­mary this morn­ing. He was fight­ing with the 
emo­tions run­ning through him, but, then, he wasn’t sure of just what those emo­tions were. 
He just didn’t want to meet one of the wo­men he had taken ad­vant­age of so early in the 
morn­ing.

“Oh, Miss Brown, uh, Rose­mary, how are you?”

“Just fine, doc­tor. You seem a bit pre­oc­cu­pied. Is everything al­right?”

“Oh, do I? Well, sure, everything is just won­der­ful.” Randy felt as though he should make 
some ref­er­ence to yes­ter­day, but struggled with the words. That was yes­ter­day, and a 
mil­lion miles away from now.

“How could any­thing be wrong after that lovely morn­ing, yes­ter­day?” He smiled at 
Rose­mary, but when he saw her stiffen, he just turned back to the line. They ex­changed 
some small talk, but noth­ing of much im­port­ance. He real­ized that Rose­mary was angry 
with him, but he couldn’t fig­ure out why. Then, in a flash, he re­membered his prom­ise 
about din­ner. Oh, damn! He wanted to take Valerie out, not Rose­mary Brown! When they 
got to the cash­ier, he mo­tioned to the wo­man that he would pay for both trays. Rose­mary 
did not protest, and though he did not want to sit and talk to her, he could find no way out of
it. She fol­lowed him to a table, but did not seem to want to sit with him, either.

“Oh, thanks for the cof­fee, but I see some friends over there, and I prom­ised that I would
meet them this morn­ing. Thanks again.”

As Rose­mary made a move away from the table, Randy held onto her arm.

“ Uh, Rose­mary, about din­ner... “ She looked at him. She was tired of this, and still 
an­noyed.

“No, I mean, well, how’s to­mor­row or to­night?” Rose­mary was taken aback at the 
genu­ine of­fer of a din­ner. She had writ­ten that off as a lost ven­ture after that cal­lous way
he handled the situ­ation yes­ter­day morn­ing. She softened to­wards him and smiled.

“That sounds very nice. To­night would be bet­ter than to­mor­row for me. Okay?”

“Hey. Sure. I, uh, don’t have your home phone num­ber. Would you mind giv­ing it to 
me?” Rose­mary looked around. She had com­mit­ted her­self to sit­ting with the other 
nurses, so she set the tray down briefly and scribbled her num­ber down on a piece of pa­per 
in her pocket.

“I go off at three. I’m home by three-thirty.”

“Great. Call you then.” Once Rose­mary had left the table, he star­ted to re­lax. He didn’t 
really want to see her to­night, but he felt ob­lig­ated. Well, not ob­lig­ated, but, oh, damn, he
didn’t know what. That damn little girl was get­ting to him and that was bad. He couldn’t set 
things straight in his mind. Maybe it was be­cause so much had happened in one day. Yes, 
that could be it, he thought to him­self.

In a way, that was the truth of the mat­ter.

Randy heard the phone ring and then his in­ter­com buzzed “Yes?”

“It’s Dr. Mar­tin.”

“Thank you, Jean.”

Randy pushed down the but­ton that was flash­ing.

“Yeah, how are you, Gary?”

“What’s the mat­ter, Randy? Didn’t you en­joy the even­ing with us last night?”

“Oh, hell, Gary, you know I did.”

“I don’t know any­thing un­less you tell me. I don’t read minds, Randy. In that, my 
pro­fes­sional tal­ents are lim­ited.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be a prick. Hey, I did en­joy it last night. Maybe too much.”

“What does that mean?”

“Just that. Valerie is a great per­son. I never met any­one like her be­fore. I just don’t know
how to handle the situ­ation.”

“Is there a situ­ation?”

The tone of Gary’s voice was un­be­com­ing of a psy­chi­at­rist. He was nos­ing into their 
activ­it­ies. He was snoop­ing, un­like his nor­mal ap­proach to things. He sensed that 
some­thing was amiss with his friend.

“I don’t know what you mean, Gary.”

There was an un­fa­mil­iar edge to Randy’s voice.

“Look, I’m sorry, Randy. I was be­ing nosy.

For­get it, please. I’ll talk to you later on.” Randy was totally con­fused about his 
re­ac­tions. He never snapped at Gary, or ever felt the need. He real­ized that his friend was 
be­ing nosy, but that wasn’t un­usual. After all, he had in­tro­duced them. He had wanted 
them to get to­gether. He had kind of a right to know how they hit it off.

Randy thought about call­ing Gary back, but he re­lied on his ma­ture in­stincts to know 
that some­thing was wrong and he would fix things as soon as he could. He just couldn’t 
handle it now. The bal­ance of the day was without in­cid­ent. He in­volved him­self with 
some magazines that he forced him­self to keep cur­rent with. He never for­got the les­son 
from one of his pro­fess­ors in med­ical school that a doc­tor was as good as his read­ing. 
New things were dis­covered every day, and un­less the in­di­vidual phys­i­cian kept up with 
the present re­search, he was out of date in a month’s time.

Randy closed up early. He called the num­ber Rose­mary had given him and made 
ar­range­ments to meet her at her apart­ment about seven. Then he took a long drive all 
around the area. He found him­self temp­ted to drive by the school where Valerie worked, 
and so he de­cided just to drive by quickly. He wouldn’t stop at all. He would cruise by to see 
what kind of a place it was.

Even though it was after school hours, he knew from their con­ver­sa­tion last night that 
she of­ten stayed un­til six in the even­ing get­ting ready for the next day and work­ing on 
spe­cial pro­jects. She had in­formed him that the idea of the teacher leav­ing when her 
pu­pils did was quite er­ro­neous. At least that of the good teacher. Sure, she knew teach­ers 
who did it, but they weren’t very re­spec­ted by the rest of the staff at the school.

He tried to re­mem­ber the gen­eral dir­ec­tions that they’d talked about at din­ner, but 
the ac­tual loc­a­tion was vague. Randy drove around for about an hour, in the vi­cin­ity 
where the school should have been, ac­cord­ing to what he re­membered, but had no luck in 
find­ing it. Fi­nally, he gave up and headed for his apart­ment. He wanted to change be­fore 
meet­ing Rose­mary.

About four blocks from the cir­cu­lar path he had been tak­ing, Randy sud­denly passed a 
car that looked like Valerie’s. It was headed in the other dir­ec­tion and he was taken by 
sur­prise. He kept driv­ing for a mo­ment longer be­fore de­cid­ing to turn around and 
try­ing to fol­low it. By the time that he had, he lost the car in the build­ing even­ing traffic. 
But, not want­ing to give up eas­ily, he de­cided to ride around the area for a bit try­ing to 
track the car down.

Randy knew full well, that the car only looked like Valerie’s. That did not mean that it was 
her car. And, even if it had been, she could be a mile away if he was driv­ing in the wrong 
dir­ec­tion. He changed his mind about fol­low­ing the car, and fi­nally did head for home. He
hadn’t real­ized that it was get­ting so late. He would have to hurry to get to Rose­mary’s on 
time.

It was only a few minutes past seven when he found a park­ing spot near her build­ing. He
knew the build­ing well. Many of the nurses he dated had apart­ments in the com­plex. The 
hos­pital tried to make sure that their staff mem­bers had de­cent hous­ing. This was an 
ex­ample of very de­cent hous­ing. The hos­pital sub­sid­ized the rent the nurses paid. On his
way up in the el­ev­ator, Randy couldn’t help the feel­ing that if a wo­man wanted any­thing 
really good, today, she ought to be­come a nurse. They made ter­rific money and were in 
con­stant de­mand.

When Randy rang the door­bell, he wasn’t ready for the im­age that ap­peared at the 
door. He real­ized, in a flash, that he had never seen Rose­mary in any­thing but a uni­form. 
He never as­so­ci­ated her in fem­in­ine dress other than the white starched look. But, there, 
stand­ing be­fore him was a very at­tract­ive, beau­ti­fully dressed wo­man.

Randy stared at her legs. The high heels did a lot more for her legs than did the white 
wedge shoes she wore at the hos­pital. He never real­ized that her ankles were so slim. He 
fol­lowed the curve of her calf up­ward and thrilled to every inch that showed above her knee.
She had firm, but curved legs that in­vited his eyes fur­ther up. The dress she wore was semi 
fit­ted on the bot­tom and hugged the out­line of her legs just the slight­est. Just as the skirt 
reached up to the pu­bic area, how­ever, it mod­estly fell away from her body, and ac­ted as a
teaser for any­one look­ing at her.

Rose­mary’s breasts had never seemed so prom­in­ent to him be­fore, but, then, he had 
never seen her in this type of jer­sey ma­ter­ial. Her breasts were out­lined in the bright 
lime-green color of the dress. The neck­line of the dress was high enough to be con­sidered 
very proper, but the un­sus­pec­ted slash down the front that opened only when she moved a
cer­tain way threw Randy the first time he saw it in op­er­a­tion.

Even her hair was dif­fer­ent. At the hos­pital, she usu­ally wore it tied back or put up. He 
never really no­ticed the hair style that she wore. Some­times it looked short, and he did not 
make the in­tel­lec­tu­al­iz­a­tion that she had pinned it up. Then, many of the wo­men at the
hos­pital wore wigs, and he lost track of who had nice hair.

It was easy to see that the long tresses were by no means false. The mane of brown hair 
was thick and waved, fall­ing down her back. She wore more makeup than she did at the 
hos­pital and her eyes looked twice the size they seemed in the fluor­es­cent light.

“Come on in, Randy.”

“Wow, you look great, Rose­mary. Really ter­rific.” The tone of his voice was not en­tirely 
flat­ter­ing. It sig­ni­fied his im­pres­sion of her dur­ing the work day and the sur­prise was 
al­most in­credu­lity. Rose­mary’s eye­brow went up and he man­aged to smile when he 
looked at her the next time. It was ob­vi­ous to see that she was pleased with her looks. It was
the sat­is­fac­tion of an “I-told-you-so”, though it was never spoken of in those terms.

Rose­mary had pre­pared some cock­tails and they en­joyed the well made drinks. He had
not known a wo­man who could tend bar like this. He com­men­ted on her suc­cess as a 
bar­tendress.

“Oh, you see, that’s a bit of a story.”

Rose­mary laughed and sipped at her drink.

“Dur­ing col­lege, be­fore I de­cided to go into nurs­ing, I used to earn money for school 
by work­ing in a tav­ern. I was the wait­ress, but the guy who ten­ded bar was really nice, and 
any time we were slow, he would teach me how to make drinks. Pretty soon, I was an ex­pert.”

“Did you ever work at the bar, dir­ectly?”

“Oh, sure. After that, I real­ized that I made more money that way. In a col­lege town, the 
kids don’t really tip, you know. So, with a salary as bar keep, plus some of the tips I picked up 
from the pro­fess­ors and the more gen­er­ous and richer stu­dents, I made out much 
bet­ter.” Randy laughed. He had never known a wo­man who ten­ded bar. And cer­tainly not 
a nurse. He was be­gin­ning to see a dif­fer­ent side to Rose­mary Brown. She was 
be­com­ing a more at­tract­ive in­di­vidual to him.

“What’s so hu­mor­ous?”

“Oh, noth­ing, really, Ro, it’s just that I never think of nurses as any­thing but, well, nurses. 
You know what I mean?”

“Yes. The dull, goody-two-shoes or the wild, bed-hop­per look­ing for a 
doc­tor-hus­band.” It soun­ded a bit bald that way, but it was true. Many of the doc­tors at 
the hos­pital looked on the nurs­ing staff as ne­ces­sary evils who could be quite handy to 
have around when the kids and the wife went away for the sum­mer.

The drinks were gone and Randy de­cided that he wanted to show Rose­mary off. He 
changed his mind about the res­taur­ant he’d picked earlier in the day and they headed for a 
French place that was widely known for the ser­vice and food. He hadn’t in­ten­ded spend­ing
this kind of money on Rose­mary, ini­tially, be­cause he didn’t want her to think that he really 
liked her. But, now, things had changed. He wanted to spend the time and the money on her. 
He was en­joy­ing his even­ing very much.

When they got to the res­taur­ant, he was in for an­other sur­prise. He had been to the 
place sev­eral times, but did not know any­one very well. He was pre­pared to pay for a table, 
but when the maitre’d saw Rose­mary, his face lit up.

“Ma­demois­elle Brown, com­ment al­lez-vous?”

“Bien, bien. Georges, this is Dr. Whitkin.”

“Very please to meet you, mon­sieur. It is al­ways nice to meet someone that 
ma­demois­elle knows.” The man went on for some minutes in French with Rose­mary, and 
Randy was shocked at her per­fect French. She spoke so quickly, that he could not catch many
of the words, though he had stud­ied the lan­guage some­time back in high school. He 
prided him­self on never for­get­ting any­thing once he learned it. He was ab­so­lutely lost in 
this situ­ation.

Rose­mary, how­ever, was not one to try to im­press for the sake of show­ing off. She 
turned to Randy and apo­lo­gized for talk­ing in a lan­guage he ob­vi­ously did not 
un­der­stand.

“George knew my father well, and looks on me as one of his chil­dren. A rather large form 
of ex­ten­ded fam­ily, wouldn’t you say?”

George only came to the table to ask their pref­er­ence for the even­ing. Did they want 
fish, shell­fish, veal, beef or poultry? He would choose their menu for them, if they would 
al­low him. Al­ways some­what lost in con­tin­ental cuisine, Randy was happy to let the 
gen­tle­man take over. The res­ult was a care­free even­ing of fun and good food and wine.

As the waiter brought the coupe aux mar­rons glace, Randy ad­mit­ted that he was 
hav­ing as much fun as last night, but in a dif­fer­ent way. There was no con­scious ef­fort to 
im­press Rose­mary. He was very com­fort­able with her, even though he was very im­pressed
by her newly dis­covered tal­ents. There was no ques­tion of a con­quest. They had already 
got­ten over that hurdle the other morn­ing in the hall­way and they were merely en­joy­ing 
an even­ing to­gether for fun.

If the truth be known, Rose­mary was en­joy­ing her­self as much as Randy was. She had 
be­gun to con­sider him as im­ma­ture and bor­ing in a so­cial situ­ation, when he re­acted 
so poorly the morn­ing be­fore. This new at­ti­tude and per­son­al­ity fa­cet was re­fresh­ing 
and ap­pre­ci­ated.

When the waiter brought the check, Randy was sur­prised to see that it was less than he 
was used to spend­ing at this place. He was again im­pressed with Rose­mary’s con­nec­tions.
He was be­gin­ning to con­cen­trate on her body again, and was happy when it was time to 
leave. Though he hadn’t wanted to think about this part of the even­ing be­fore, when he 
con­sidered this date as a mat­ter of ob­lig­a­tion, he was look­ing for­ward to get­ting back 
to her apart­ment.

Usu­ally, Randy talked the girls to com­ing to his apart­ment, so that he could im­press 
them with all the money and mod­ern fur­niture he had. He con­sidered his gim­mick 
fur­niture al­most part of him, an ex­ten­sion, as it were, but, to­night, he wanted to en­joy 
this lovely creature in her own nest. He was in­ter­ested to see how she had fur­nished her 
bed­room. Who could say, she might have bet­ter gim­micks than he did.

Rose­mary showed no hes­it­a­tion at bring­ing him up­stairs when they got to her place. 
She made some very tasty night­caps and they sat and talked for a while. But, soon, the 
con­ver­sa­tion lulled and they moved closer on the couch. Rose­mary was the first to 
men­tion their sexual ex­per­i­ence.

“I guess you knew that I was angry with you the other morn­ing after it happened, but I 
have to ad­mit that I en­joyed it.”

“I guess you had a right to be an­noyed. You know, I never have done it in a hall­way 
be­fore.”

They laughed at the odd po­s­i­tion they had had to as­sume and then they got into some
talk about the old prissy nurse Rose­mary was duck­ing that morn­ing. Randy ad­ded some 
tid­bit of scan­dal that he had heard from one of the older doc­tors and they shared their 
mirth. But, then, the talk­ing about it, star­ted to get to both of them.

Randy was the first to re­spond to the stim­u­lus of talk­ing about their very sat­is­fy­ing 
epis­ode. He pic­tured the tight pussy that had squeezed his cock for that short time, and felt 
the blood be­gin to race to his ero­gen­ous zones. The largest zone was the first to de­mand 
the blood sup­ply, how­ever, and soon, his trousers were get­ting un­com­fort­able. The 
bulge was get­ting evid­ent to them both, but Randy had no de­sire to hide it.

“You keep talk­ing about yes­ter­day, and I’m go­ing to re­quest a re­peat 
per­form­ance.” He poin­ted to his swell­ing penis as he said it and the look in Rose­mary’s 
eye changed. The friendly at­ti­tude was re­placed with the un­mis­tak­able glint of sexual 
ex­cite­ment. She moved her body pur­posely so that her breasts would be more vis­ible and 
rubbed the very tips of them against his shirt. Her voice was soft when she spoke.

“I may in­sist on one.”

They were in each other’s arms then, as Randy crushed her lips to his. His tongue sought 
out hers and they mingled in the heat of fresh de­sire. He pulled her very close and smashed 
her breasts against his chest, and ran his hands down her back. He let his hands fall as far 
down as they would go un­til his fin­gers were play­ing with the firm flesh on her but­tocks. In
one swift move­ment, he pulled her into a po­s­i­tion that forced her into his lap and then her
bot­tom was totally ac­cess­ible to him.

Rose­mary was not en­tirely pass­ive in this en­counter. She ran her hands up and down 
his back, mas­sa­ging him with a sen­su­ous touch he had never ex­per­i­enced be­fore. Even
her fin­ger­tips prom­ised ad­ven­tures he had never ex­plored. She moaned very softly, all 
the while and rubbed her body against his prob­ing hands.

The memory of his thick cock was still fresh in her mind, and she was anxious to 
ex­per­i­ence it again. She liked the feel of his throb­bing prick spread­ing her wide and 
fuck­ing her without pause. His tech­nique had proven very suf­fi­cient the other day. Be­fore 
long, Rose­mary could feel the juices be­gin to wet her panties and she squirmed even more 
in his arms.

Randy and Rose­mary pet­ted for a while longer, but the bug­ger in­side his trousers 
re­fused to be quiet while they went through the very de­li­cious pre­lim­in­ar­ies. Randy was 
get­ting so big that he could not stand the pres­sure any more. It was get­ting 
un­com­fort­able for him. He made sure that his clothes were tailored to per­fec­tion and the 
tailor never left any room for fun.

“Ro I have to take these pants off. They’re strangling me.” Rose­mary couldn’t have been 
hap­pier for the in­ter­rup­tion of their neck­ing. She wanted to feel him against her body. 
They had never been na­ked to­gether, and in one sense, this could be con­sidered their 
ini­tial ex­per­i­ence at this kind of thing. There was a cer­tain ex­cite­ment at dis­cov­er­ing 
the body of a new lover. The mo­ment when you face each other for the first time without 
clothes.

Without a word, Rose­mary got off his lap, and led him into the bed­room. He was a bit 
hobbled from the trousers, but he man­aged to make it into the lovely room. He had wanted 
to look around at her dec­or­at­ing ideas, but he was not in the mood to com­pare col­ors 
and styles at the mo­ment. All he wanted to do just then was sink his hard, swollen cock into 
the warm and’ tight pussy that Rose­mary was keep­ing for him.

Rose­mary dis­robed quietly in one corner of the room, and was care­ful to drape her 
dress over the back of the chair. Un­der­neath it, she was wear­ing a very tiny bra and panties 
un­der her stock­ings. She rid her­self of these very quickly and lay on the bed wait­ing for 
Randy to fin­ish his un­dress­ing. She left only her panties on. She was proud of her breasts, 
and felt no need to hide them un­til the lights were lower.

Randy was used to mak­ing love in his apart­ment, where there were strobe lights and an 
ever-play­ing ste­reo. This was a bit dif­fer­ent for him. The lights were soft, but strong 
enough to see ex­actly what there was to see. Rose­mary liked to make love with the lights on.
For her, see­ing was part of the fun, too. When he turned to the bed, na­ked, he was taken by 
the love­li­ness of her body.

In the quick fuck in the hail the other day, he was not in­ter­ested in her lovely curves. He 
was in­ter­ested only in get­ting his cock taken care of and wanted to shove it into her. That 
was the ex­tent of what had happened. He had got­ten off in­side her and then been very 
anxious to get back to his day’s work. But, the wo­man who lay, wait­ing for him, was a 
splen­did creature. Her legs looked even longer when she was com­pletely na­ked. Her 
breasts jut­ted up­ward, the nipples firm and roun­ded. The mound that con­tained her 
treas­ures was very prom­in­ent and the en­tire patch was covered with thick dark hair that 
was vis­ible un­der the filmy ma­ter­ial of her panties.

Randy ap­proached the bed. As he walked, his cock stayed straight, never waver­ing once. 
The mon­ster stuck out straight, but as he be­came more ex­cited, it tilted up­ward. It was a 
mag­ni­fi­cent sight. He was an at­tract­ive man, but the phal­lus he car­ried around was 
splen­did. It was thick and long and had great veins that pulsed with his life blood when he 
needed some lov­ing. He looked every inch of the pro­ver­bial war­rior com­ing to bat­ter 
down the maid­en­head in his cap­tive wo­man.

The need was there in the pulsing of his cock and the wet­ness of Rose­mary’s panties. Her
crotch was soaked with the love juice that would wet his prick when he pushed into her. It was
the lovely lub­ric­ant that would coat his cock as he sawed into her and let the huge rod glide 
smoothly over the vel­vety sur­face.

Randy sud­denly wanted to taste of her honey. He came upon her on the bed and pulled 
her down to him­self by the ankles. Then he reached up for her panties and pulled the flimsy 
gar­ment down, never once stop­ping un­til they were on the car­peted floor. He spread her 
legs wide and searched out her treas­ure trove. Randy poked his fin­gers into the moist 
mound and Rose­mary jerked her body when he touched her very sens­it­ive clit­oris. All of 
her pussy was wet from the juices she was pro­du­cing.

Randy put his face very close to her sweet pussy and par­ted the hair. He put his tongue 
out and licked against the bared clit. He flicked again and again, and Rose­mary moaned with 
de­light.

“Oh, oh, don’t ever stop that. It feels so won­der­ful.” Randy wasn’t listen­ing to her. He 
was lost in the tasty treat. He flattened his tongue and laved down the middle of the lips. He 
never even stopped when he got to her pot of honey, but dipped in for an­other taste. He 
stuck his tongue as far in as he could man­age it and felt the shiver that went through 
Rose­mary. He was hungry for this pussy.

Rose­mary couldn’t be­lieve the feel­ings he was pro­du­cing in her. She loved to have her
pussy licked, but he was do­ing things that were mak­ing her feel she hadn’t been eaten 
be­fore. He was throw­ing him­self en­tirely into this with everything he had, and that was a 
lot. She felt as though she might come, and for a mo­ment, Rose­mary tried to hold back. She 
wanted to play a bit longer be­fore any or­gasm, but the feel­ings in­side her pussy were too 
in­tense to want to stop. She let her­self go com­pletely.

Randy sensed the need in her and con­tin­ued to lick her again and again. He 
con­cen­trated on her clit, and then began to push his fin­gers into her va­gina. That seemed 
to do it. Rose­mary al­most went wild when she first felt his fin­gers prob­ing around the 
open­ing to her va­gina, but when the two di­gits pushed their way in, she moaned with 
de­light.

“Oh, Randy, frig me! Suck me and make me come, please!” Only then did Randy take hold 
of the bud in his mouth and suck it. He ap­plied suc­tion to the hard, en­gorged clit­oris and 
forced his fin­gers into her quick­en­ing va­gina. He clamped his lips over that clit and 
re­fused to let go.

“Oh, Randy, oh, no! Oh, suck her, suck her!” The tidal wave of sen­su­ous pleas­ure was 
over­tak­ing Rose­mary and she was on the brink of her or­gasm. She felt the rise of ten­sion 
in her back and then she was over the hill. The swell of sen­sa­tion hit full force and she jerked
her hips, for­cing her pussy against Randy’s mouth. She was smear­ing him with her own 
juices, and as the tor­rent poured from her, her va­gina con­trac­ted on Randy’s fin­gers.

Rose­mary jerked her body un­con­trol­lably on the bed and writhed un­til the in­tens­ity 
of the pleas­ure de­creased and the waves slowed. She con­tin­ued to work her­self against 
Randy’s mouth and his fin­gers, but the sen­sa­tions were lessen­ing and the all-per­vad­ing 
feel­ing of well-be­ing was set­ting in for her. Lazily, now, she rocked with his fin­gers and his 
mouth. Then they both stopped mov­ing.

Randy took his mouth from her clit­oris and bent lower to lick her juices that he had 
missed. He liked the taste of her body, and drank heav­ily of them be­fore he came up to her 
and kissed her deeply. Rose­mary liked to taste her­self on his tongue. It was sen­su­ous and 
wild. When they broke from the kiss, she reached down and took his throb­bing penis into her
hand. She had en­joyed his love mak­ing, but she felt cheated in that she hadn’t been able to 
re­cip­roc­ate.

“Hey, Randy? Straddle my shoulders.”

The pic­ture that she was paint­ing was very ap­peal­ing to Randy, and he im­me­di­ately 
fol­lowed her sug­ges­tion. She worked her­self down on the bed and he got into po­s­i­tion 
so that his ass was right over the top of her chest and his cock was in her face. She reached up
and grabbed hold of it. She could barely wrap her hand around it, but per­sisted and pulled 
the very tip into her mouth. Her neck was stretched, and so, she reached for the pil­low 
be­hind her head. Randy helped to ad­just it and in a mo­ment, she was com­fort­ably 
in­stalled in a dandy po­s­i­tion to take his cock fully into her mouth.

Randy pro­pelled his hips to stuff his cock way into her mouth, and winced with the joy of 
it when he-felt her tongue wrap around his cock head. She sucked teas­ingly at the very tip 
for a few mo­ments, and then brought her hands around his sturdy frame to grab hold of his 
ass cheeks and push him to­wards her, bury­ing his cock in her throat. She loved the taste of 
the thick lover and worked her head so that she could move up and down on the shaft.

Without let­ting up once, Rose­mary man­aged to suck the full length of the cock stuffed 
into her mouth. She opened her throat and let it ease back into the dark cav­ity. She tried to 
keep her lips tight around the cir­cum­fer­ence of the mon­ster pole, but that wasn’t very 
easy. The size of it al­most forced her to ac­com­mod­ate the tip more than the base. He was 
a very big man.

Randy sawed his cock in and out of her and watched her take his rod. He loved to watch a 
wo­man suck his cock. More so, with a wo­man he was en­joy­ing at the time. Some wo­men 
were not very ad­ept at this art of love, but Rose­mary seemed to be hav­ing any trouble with 
hand­ling her­self and him, too. The thought of her flu­ent French triggered an erotic 
sur­mise about where she might have learned this task, but he did not need any ad­di­tional 
stim­u­la­tion at the mo­ment.

Randy knew that he wouldn’t be able to take this for much longer, and he didn’t want to 
pop in her mouth. There would be time for that later on. He wanted to bury his cock in her 
pussy.

“We bet­ter stop this for a while or I’m go­ing to come in there.” Rose­mary grunted her 
agree­ment and as­sent, but Randy began to pull his cock from her mouth, any­way. With 
re­luct­ance, Rose­mary opened her jaws and let go.

“What I want to do is to shove this big baby up into that tight pussy that I had the other 
morn­ing. I haven’t for­got­ten the won­der­ful feel­ing of it, and I want more of it. Come on, 
open your legs.”

Randy shim­mied down the length of her body, but when he got to Rose­mary’s hips, he 
re­mained in that po­s­i­tion. He pushed her legs up and open, so much so, that her knees 
were touch­ing her shoulders. He gazed at the furry maw that teased him from a few inches 
dis­tance and hur­ried to aim his very wet cock at the open­ing.

Rose­mary real­ized what he wanted to do and wel­comed the as­sault. She had fucked in 
this po­s­i­tion a few times in her life, and she was aware of the deep pen­et­ra­tion the man 
could achieve. She had sampled his cock in a dif­fi­cult po­s­i­tion and thrilled to the 
im­min­ent im­pal­ing. She would feel him shoved into her right up to her teeth.

Randy needed no guide to the wet open­ing. Her own juices were flow­ing freely, and the 
la­bia were so en­gorged that they stood open, wait­ing for his pen­et­ra­tion. His first 
at­tempt at con­nec­tion met with suc­cess. He lodged his cock head firmly into the open­ing 
and then star­ted to push. He felt the tight­ness around his cock and groaned with the 
pleas­ure that shocked through his sys­tem.

“Oh, you haven’t changed in any way at all. You’re just a bit tighter in this po­s­i­tion.” The 
tone of Randy’s voice was a bit evil. He wanted to ex­plore her va­gina in this heightened 
po­s­i­tion and in­ten­ded to vi­ol­ate her in every ima­gin­able way. He thrust at her pussy 
again, and this time, his cock took the ma­jor­ity of her box. She was very, very wet, and the 
mus­cu­lar walls, though tight, in cir­cum­fer­ence, offered little res­ist­ance.

Rose­mary was vir­tu­ally help­less to help in any way. She was a com­plete vic­tim. She 
was at his mercy and would have to take whatever he gave her. There was Utile she could do 
to get her­self higher on the thick prick, if she wanted to. She had to lie there, and wait for the
skew­er­ing Randy in­ten­ded for her.

As he put his weight into the ac­tion, Randy spread Rose­mary wide. Her pussy was tighter
than he re­membered in the hall­way. The lovely squeez­ing he cock was en­dur­ing put a 
grim­ace on his face, but spurred him to fit him­self deeper into her. He had an­other two 
inches to thrust into her tight pussy, and he would do it all at once.

“Get ready, hon. Here comes the home fin­ish.” Rose­mary wasn’t aware of what he was 
speak­ing about, but when he put his weight into her, she felt her va­gina spread even wider 
and the tip of the cock ram against her cer­vix. There was an ac­com­pa­ny­ing sen­sa­tion of 
be­ing ripped apart. She was stuffed and then trussed and was un­able to re­gain her 
free­dom from this work-out.

“Oh, Randy, I don’t think I’ve ever been spread so widely. Ahh, it feels so dif­fer­ent, so 
won­der­ful!”

“There’s go­ing to be more of that be­fore I cream in this pussy, honey. I’m go­ing to ream
you out but good.”

The street talk turned him on, and he had no way of know­ing if she liked it, but to use it. 
Randy rocked back on his heels and pulled his cock al­most all the way out of her va­gina and
then paused for a mo­ment. He caught Rose­mary’s eye and watched her as he thrust his cock
fully back into her. He watched her screw up her face and open her mouth in a si­lent cry of 
pleas­ure. She shook her head from side to side and her fin­gers clawed the bed in 
frus­tra­tion.

“Oh, damn it, Randy! I can’t get at you in this po­s­i­tion!” Randy wanted her to be happy 
and com­fort­able, but he was en­joy­ing the tight fit around his cock and didn’t want to give 
it up so soon.

“I’ll come pretty soon, any­how, and then, the next time, we can do it an­other way. Okay?”

Rose­mary was get­ting hot­ter by the stroke and she wasn’t choosy any more about how 
he shoved his cock in, just as long as he did it. As he sawed in and out of her, she began to 
feel the itch that meant she would come soon. All she had to do was to get that itch 
scratched. That was all. She was wild with the frus­tra­tion of not be­ing able to force her­self 
down on the thick cock. She wanted to hurry her own or­gasm and lay there, moan­ing in 
ex­quis­ite tor­ture.

Randy had not been ex­ag­ger­at­ing about be­ing ready to pop. He sawed his cock into 
the tight open­ing and felt the spunk be­ing squeezed . His balls were smack­ing up against 
her ass cheeks and the pres­sure there was de­light­ful to him. He knew, how­ever, that the 
ex­plo­sion of come was not far away. He was al­most there.

Rose­mary lay in help­less fash­ion, wait­ing for Randy to make her come. For once, this 
was true in this sense. Since she could not ef­fect her own pleas­ure, she had to rely on his 
pump­ing of his cock into her to achieve her or­gasm.

“Oh, Randy, you’re driv­ing me crazy! You have got to make me come!”

“You close to it, huh?”

“So close, I can taste it, but you have to rub me and take me to it. Make me come!”

“Okay. Hold on, Ro. Here we both go!”

With that re­mark, Randy began to saw mer­ci­lessly into the twitch­ing cunt. He shoved 
his way in without seek­ing a “may I?” He did not ask her leave now that he was com­pletely 
taken by his need. He would saw into her un­til the ma­gic happened and the damn thing 
popped right in her tight front-hole.

It was only a few strokes be­fore Rose­mary star­ted to feel her itch sat­is­fied and the 
im­min­ence of her or­gasm ful­filled. She lay there and let Randy force her into an or­gasm. 
She lay back and shrieked with de­light as the thick pole reamed her without stop and as she 
squeezed him tight in her con­vulsing vise, the damn thing ex­ploded in­side her. The cream 
shot from the tip, wet­ting her, flood­ing her.

“Oh, take it, Rose­mary! Take all this cream! Eat it up, little pussy!” Rose­mary ground her 
hips in the frenzy of her come, alive with new strength in her or­gasm. She humped her ass 
high so that she forced some ac­tion into the scene and in­creased the fric­tion of the thick 
cock in her.

“Baby, baby! Fuck me, now! Fuck me!”

The even­ing had loosened their in­hib­i­tions and they both spat out the words that 
heightened their own or­gasms. Randy lost the up­tight feel­ing of hav­ing to swal­low the 
high of pleas­ure. He let down the wall and come in all his glory. His cock spur­ted his come 
into her and each time he pulled out to thrust again, some of it was forced out of the flooded 
ves­sel. His own come wet his legs and mat­ted his pu­bic hair. Her juices joined with his and 
they were awash, lit­er­ally.

Randy thrust into her wildly un­til the last of his come was spent, but she was not through 
with her or­gasm. He could still feel the con­trac­tions as her va­gina tightened on his cock, 
and he, in gen­tle­manly fash­ion, man­aged to con­tinue un­til she was done. Then they 
col­lapsed to­gether, totally spent in come and en­ergy.

Now the couple lay face to face on their sides. The bed was soaked with their com­bined 
juices and they were mel­low in the shared pleas­ure. The wisps of hair around her face were 
wet with her per­spir­a­tion dur­ing the act, and Rose­mary looked es­pe­cially fetch­ing. 
Some­how, the vis­ion of a wo­man, freshly fucked is a great turn on to many men.

As Randy fell into a light sleep, he swore he would not leave her to­night un­til he had her 
again. He locked his legs around hers and smiled in his sleep as the se­men began to dry on 
both of them. It was a very real re­minder of the joy they had just shared.

CHAPTER FOUR

The next few days were just great for Randy. He post­poned call­ing Valerie for a date, 
be­cause he was very com­fort­able with his re­la­tion­ship with Rose­mary just now. He 
would not have to face the Gar­gani girl un­til next Thursday, and he could post­pone his 
feel­ings about that epis­ode. His even­ing with Rose­mary had been a very sat­is­fy­ing one, 
in every way. But, coupled with the night be­fore, he was tired from party­ing and de­cided to 
lay low for a while. He felt sexu­ally sat­is­fied for a while, un­less some lass triggered a 
hard-on, and then, she would be re­spons­ible for get­ting it down. Randy hadn’t changed 
overnight. He was just be­gin­ning to ap­pre­ci­ate dif­fer­ent things.

Randy began to feel ob­lig­ated to call Valerie, how­ever, and he de­cided that see­ing her
on Sunday would be per­fect. She did not seem the kind to jump into bed, and he wasn’t that 
hot for it right now. This was Sat­urday, and he could man­age to tact­fully ask for a date the 
next day. He knew that he wasn’t ob­lig­ated to Gary and Donna, but he wanted to spend 
some more time with her any­way. He felt the ob­lig­a­tion lay in dat­ing her in a 
reas­on­able time.

That this was no forced march was true. Randy re­membered her body vividly. He 
pic­tured her blonde hair and her lively blue eyes and the soft­ness of her breasts when he 
held her as they kissed at her door. See­ing her would not be un­pleas­ant in that re­spect.

There was one as­pect of this that bothered him, how­ever. Valerie was the kind of girl that
had cap­tured him from the start and he thought about other things with her be­sides 
fuck­ing her ass off. With every other girl, sex had been his ini­tial mo­tiv­a­tion. Valerie had 
been in­tro­duced to him by a good friend. That, in it­self made it sticky. He was still a bit 
ap­pre­hens­ive about mar­riage. Be­ing away from Valerie for this length of time had dulled 
the ma­gic of her pres­ence and he would need a re­fill of her charm to con­tinue in ser­i­ous 
in­ten­tions.

Randy knew that he would have to get to know Valerie be­fore he could con­sider any 
fur­ther more ser­i­ous re­la­tion­ship. But just what she rep­res­en­ted put him in a strange 
po­s­i­tion, as far as he was con­cerned. In this mood, he picked up his phone to dial her. The 
num­ber rang busy. He waited for an­other few mo­ments, and then tried it again. Damn! 
Busy, still. It was a nice day, and sud­denly, Randy felt con­fined in the apart­ment. He 
de­cided that he would drive over to Valerie’s place and ask her then.

Once he was out in the open air, the gentle breeze was re­fresh­ing, be­cause it was crisp. 
He pulled his sweater closed and got into his car. He de­cided to take an­other drive and try 
to find the school where Valerie worked. She had men­tioned that it was quite a com­plex and
they had a lower school and a middle school. The middle school went al­most up to the high 
school level, but Valerie was mostly con­cerned with her grade.

This time, Randy found the area without any trouble. He real­ized that he must have been 
rather con­fused the other day, when he tried to find it. He had been go­ing in an al­most 
per­fect circle, and the school lay within a minute’s drive. He had been just bey­ond it.

As he drove up to the school build­ings, there was a group of older chil­dren play­ing in 
one of the school yards. He couldn’t tell if they were boys or girls be­cause both sexes wore 
their hair equally long these days, and at that age, both re­sembled the other in body form. 
Randy drove by slowly, hop­ing to catch a look at the place she worked. It would make a nice 
piece of con­ver­sa­tion when they met and talked.

He turned the corner, off the main street and drove to­wards the back of the build­ing. He
was con­fused as to which of the two build­ings con­tained the gram­mar school, and when 
he saw two young girls walk­ing out of one build­ing, he swung to the curb and rolled down 
his win­dow. He called to the girls and they walked over in his dir­ec­tion, One of them 
seemed a bit older than the other, and as they neared the car, he thought he knew one of 
them.

“Could you tell me which is the gram­mar school build­ing?” One of the girls just looked at
him and then she smiled.

“Sure, Dr. Whitkin. It’s that one over there.” Randy blinked in the af­ter­noon sun as he 
re­cog­nized the voice, but not the gen­eral ap­pear­ance. The child was wear­ing tight jeans 
and a sweater, pulled tightly across her chest. A hat covered her hair, but when he fo­cused on
her eyes, he knew her. It was Tammy.

Randy looked at her eyes and re­cog­nized the twinkle, the in­vit­a­tion. Even dressed in 
these uni­ver­sally ac­cep­ted teen­age clothes, she looked at­tract­ive to him. He felt a 
twinge in his body now that he was ac­tu­ally with her. “Do you go to school here?”

“Oh, no. Not any­more. I had just come by with my friend to take her sis­ter here.”

“Oh, well, thank you for the in­form­a­tion.” Randy figured that he should go right away, 
but he had come to look at the place and felt silly al­low­ing him­self to be chased by a 
thir­teen-year-old girl. He got out of the car. Tammy made no move to go on her way. 
In­stead, she turned to the girl next to her.

“An­gela, why don’t you go and check on your sis­ter? I’ll see you later.” The words were a 
com­mand. There was no ques­tion in Tammy’s or her friend’s minds. The girl hes­it­ated, but 
after a look at Randy, she turned and left. Tammy was quite happy, now that she was alone 
with Randy. She smiled eas­ily.

“Would you like to see it in­side? I know this place very well.” The words were a bit 
dis­dain­ful. Tammy seemed to be a wo­man chained in­side the body of a thir­teen-year-old. 
It was more the so­cial stigma of be­ing thir­teen than of her body. Her body, as Randy knew, 
was splen­did. He could not help but look at her ass when she walked. She was very fetch­ing 
in those tight jeans.

But, when one looked closely, they were not the uni­form of the young. Most of the kids 
wore faded, used jeans and flat, awk­ward shoes. The ac­cent of the uni­form was 
non­chal­ant about be­ing at­tract­ive. This was def­in­itely not the case with Tammy. Her 
jeans were tailored to fit every crease in her body. The sweater was beau­ti­fully made and 
hugged her ample chest. The hat matched the out­fit and her shoes were pant boots done in 
denim to match the jeans.

Even though it was get­ting warmer, there was still a brisk breeze oc­ca­sion­ally, but she 
wore no outer clothes. The sweater she wore over her jeans was a pure wool one and done in 
a thick and beau­ti­ful and el­eg­ant pat­tern. It would be easy to make the pro­jec­tion that 
Tammy was not very pop­u­lar with her class­mates. She did not con­form to what they 
ex­pec­ted and it was prob­able that she in­tim­id­ated them.

Randy watched her as she walked just slightly ahead of him. Her der­ri­ere swayed very 
nicely and he had to hold him­self back from just giv­ing her a little pat. The curve of her ass 
was de­light­ful. He walked a bit fur­ther, but, then real­ized that he didn’t know what he 
wanted to see. He had come just out of curi­os­ity and for some con­ver­sa­tion with Valerie. 
He did not ac­tu­ally want to see in­di­vidual classrooms or de­tails of that nature. He would 
want the ba­sics.

“Would you like to see the classrooms or what?”

“No, I thought that I would just walk around the grounds for a bit. Then I have to go.”

“I was happy to hear that we have an ap­point­ment with you this Thursday. For a couple 
of reas­ons.” Randy was glad for this chance to speak with her. He was anxious to feel her out 
on some of the points that Gary and he had dis­cussed. What seemed an em­bar­rass­ing 
situ­ation turned into a wel­comed one, when he real­ized that he might make some 
valu­able time out of this sup­posed cas­ual stroll.

“Tammy, I had wanted to talk to you about some things. Do you have some time, or must 
you meet your friend?”

“I have as much time as we need.”

The an­swer said much more than just the ac­tual words. The in­vit­a­tion in the 
state­ment caught Randy off guard, and he de­cided not to let it show.

“Yes. Well, that’s good. Can we sit some­where on the grounds, or would you prefer to 
walk while we talk?”

“There’s one place that I think and talk well. Would you mind if we went there?”

“Not at all. Where is it?”

“It’s just bey­ond the lake and it al­ways makes me happy to be there. You’re sure you 
don’t mind?”

Randy had a vague idea of where the spot was, but he didn’t want to in­hibit her.

“No. You just show me the way.”

Tammy smiled at him as they turned back to the car. She never ac­tu­ally touched him with
hand or brushed him with her breast or thigh, but he was acutely aware of the fantasy he had 
had about her body, and he was so aware of her ana­tomy. He tried to walk away from her, 
pur­posely. He opened the door for her, and she glided in. She looked so right, sit­ting there 
in the car.

As Randy closed the door of his Mer­cedes, Tammy looked up at him. She looked right at 
him. It was strange. He knew that she was just a young girl, but some­how, some­thing in her 
eyes were so ma­ture. He sensed some ma­ture de­sire in her for him. He caught him­self 
won­der­ing if she were a vir­gin. He shook his head and climbed into the driver’s seat.

As they drove, Randy wondered about Tammy’s re­la­tion­ship with her par­ents. He 
wondered if they would worry about her, or if she had some kind of free­dom from their 
scru­tiny.

“Tammy, would you like to stop off and tell your par­ents where you’re go­ing?” The 
an­swer was very simple and very fi­nal. “No.”

“Won’t they worry about you? Do they know where you are sup­posed to be?”

“I have an agree­ment with my par­ents. They know they can’t bug me after I turn off. I tell
them what I want them to know, and then I go my way.” Randy looked side­ways at the girl 
talk­ing. She did not seem the type to be this way. He sus­pec­ted that there might be 
some­thing else closer to the truth of the situ­ation.

“Oh, well. I must ad­mit that that’s not en­tirely true. I can in­flu­ence my par­ents to some
de­gree. But there are just some things they don’t ap­pre­ci­ate and I don’t push it.”

“I would like to know some things about you. I think it’s im­port­ant if I am to give you a 
vi­able dia­gnosis.”

“Oh, that.”

“Oh? What? Are you really in pain?”

“Yes, I must say that. The pain is real, but some­times, I think it’s psy­cho­lo­gical.” Randy 
could not be­lieve that this child next to him was only thir­teen. He had the un­easy feel­ing 
that he was dis­cuss­ing a case with a peer. Now, he was fas­cin­ated.

“Do your par­ents sus­pect any of this?”

“Oh, Lord, no! They don’t be­lieve in things like psy­cho­logy and the strength of the 
mind.”

“What do they be­lieve in?”

“I really would prefer to talk when we get to that lovely place, but I will talk if you in­sist.”

“I would ap­pre­ci­ate it. But, you don’t have to. Are we on the right road?”

“Oh, yes. This car is simply mag­ni­fi­cent. Does it drive well?”

“Very well. Are you in­ter­ested in cars?”

“I used to know everything about them. But, now, there are other things that at­tract my 
at­ten­tion.” The tone of voice was coy again, and Randy de­cided not to look at her. He 
wanted some in­form­a­tion out of her be­fore they got off the track.

“Do you have any idea of what you would like to do with your life?”

“I thought I did. But that was last year. I’m not so cer­tain any more.”

“What was that?”

“I wanted to be a doc­tor. I guess I have the in­tel­li­gence for it, but it’s quite a de­cision 
to make at thir­teen years of age.”

Randy couldn’t help laugh­ing.

“When I was your age, all I talked about was be­ing a doc­tor. I changed my mind sev­eral 
times about what spe­cialty, but I never wavered about be­ing a doc­tor.”

“That sounds nice. Some­times I wish I had that cer­tainty about life.” By this time, they 
were at the peace­ful site that Tammy loved. It was a look-out plat­eau over a series of lakes. 
The wa­ter showed the blue of the sky and though it was chilly by the wa­ter, it was a 
mag­ni­fi­cent view.

“You have very good taste in fa­vor­ite places, Tammy.”

“Thank you. I was driv­ing by one day, and no­ticed it. I stopped and now, I try to get back
every chance I get.”

“Wait a minute. You say that you drove here, your­self?”

“Sure. I’m an only child, Dr. Whitkin. My father in­dulged me when-I asked to learn about 
driv­ing. He would take me out to the big flat areas north of here and let me drive. He used to
joke to my uncles that his daugh­ter was driv­ing at nine, be­fore his sons, my cous­ins.

“Do they let you drive alone?”

“No. But when they go out, some­times, I take the car and go for a drive. After all, when 
I’m dressed up, I look quite a bit older than I ac­tu­ally am.”

Randy was be­com­ing more in­ter­ested in this wo­man-child. He was al­most burst­ing 
to find out what sexual ex­per­i­ence she had. How­ever, he con­sidered that the area for 
Gary more than him­self. Still, that did not quench his curi­os­ity. They got out of the car and 
walked over to the fence that guarded the gradual, but long drop to the lakes. Again, his eyes 
were riv­eted on her bot­tom.

When they had been quiet for a time, Tammy turned to him.

“I think that the pains will go away by them­selves.”

“Now, you are not a doc­tor. Not yet, any­way.”

“Oh, come on. I’m healthy in every way. The pains get very bad, some­times, and I don’t 
hide them from my par­ents. I don’t want to hurt them, but I think they like to worry.”

“Can’t you just stop hav­ing them and go on to some­thing else?”

“Dr. Whitkin. That would in­dic­ate that I have con­scious con­trol over them. I really don’t.
They come when I may be do­ing some­thing that I like to do. I have no way of con­trolling 
when they will hap­pen.” Randy figured that he could safely rule out any so­matic cause for 
the prob­lem. This child was ad­mit­ting that she be­lieved the pains to be psy­cho­lo­gical, 
too. He learned that some­times, your best bet is the pa­tient’s opin­ion of the ori­gin. That 
ruled out the wilder the­or­ies from some pa­tients, of course, but some were pretty re­li­able.

“Would you mind talk­ing to a psy­chi­at­rist, Tammy?” Tammy looked up at him. She 
looked dir­ectly into his eyes.

“Do you think that’s ne­ces­sary? Don’t you think they will go away on their own?”

“I think it would be a good idea to talk to one. It doesn’t mean that you’re crazy or 
men­tally ill in the older sense. I would think that with your ap­par­ent ap­pre­ci­ation of the 
mind, you would want to talk to such a med­ical spe­cial­ist.” The look in Tammy’s eyes 
lessened, but it was still there. It was dif­fi­cult to break with some­thing that one is taught 
from the be­gin­ning.

“Wait a minute. Do you think that psy­chi­atry is ba­sic­ally only for very sick people? Is 
that what your par­ents think?”

Tammy seemed un­easy. She looked out into the dis­tance.

“I un­der­stand that my grand­mother was what you would call men­tally ill. My mother is 
very wary of any men­tal ill­nesses or men­tion of it. She’s afraid that this will hap­pen to her 
and then to me, since I’m her daugh­ter.”

“What do you think?”

“I don’t know. Isn’t that pos­sible?”

Randy chuckled. He saw the little girl come out in her for the first time. She was scared by 
what she had been taught by her par­ents. She was in­tel­li­gent, even at thir­teen, to 
con­sider that she could cause pain from a psy­cho­lo­gical realm. But, some­how, go­ing to a
psy­chi­at­rist was a sign of real men­tal ill­ness. That was ta­boo. She was scared. She wanted
to be treated by a reg­u­lar doc­tor.

People are all very sim­ilar. She did not con­form to her par­ents’ ideas, but she did not 
want to be re­jec­ted by them, either. Loss of their love, at his stage was too much for her to 
ac­cept and cope with. This lovely-look­ing creature was a child after all in the true sense, her 
very adult looks aside. She was fra­gile in an im­port­ant sense.

Tammy walked away from Randy and he watched her move so nicely. When she was about
ten feet away, she turned around. She laughed and threw her head back.

“You know, I haven’t been a vir­gin for six months now.” The change was ab­rupt. The 
little, somber per­son was put away and the flir­ta­tious imp was back. She leaned back on the
rail­ing and her breasts jut­ted out. With one swoop, she pulled the hat off, and her long hair 
tumbled down. She looked a bit younger with her hair down, but it was sexy to look at. She 
walked over to a rock and sat down, look­ing up into the sky. She sat at an angle so that her 
body was sil­hou­et­ted against the sky.

Randy felt the stir­ring in his trousers. She had said that she wasn’t a vir­gin. Well, that 
wouldn’t be hard to be­lieve. She was very at­tract­ive. But he wondered whether it had been 
a boy her age or someone older. He could not ima­gine her with a thir­teen-year-old boy.

He walked over to Tammy, and sat down next to her. He could not con­tain his curi­os­ity. 
He re­membered the in­tense pleas­ure he had ex­per­i­enced from mas­turb­at­ing, as he 
thought about her body, her tender breasts. That time in his ex­amin­ing room was still fresh 
enough to re­call in de­tail when he wanted to.

“Do you know that I have looked like this since I was just twelve? All of a sud­den, I just 
star­ted to change. A year ago, I looked like a kid, and then, all of a sud­den, I was a wo­man.”

“Do you like boys? Do you make love with them?” Tammy looked back at him. She knew 
that she” had him in­ter­ested and she was go­ing to make the most of it. She leaned back 
and barely touched his arm.

“Oh, not boys. Most of them are afraid of me, I think. They think I’m strange. Sure, some of
the older kids want to touch me, and I like it, but they aren’t the ones I go to for real 
sat­is­fac­tion.”

Randy felt his pulse rise as he listened to her in­flam­mat­ory words. She was mak­ing a 
pass at him. She wasn’t ex­pert at it, but she was trans­par­ent in her mean­ing.

“I loved what you did to me the other day. No one has ever made me feel like that.”

“What did I do to you the other day, Tammy?” Randy was be­gin­ning to en­joy her little 
game. It was a game of teas­ing.

“Oh, when you rubbed my nipples that way. I loved the way you did that to me. Did you 
like do­ing it?”

The twinge in his cock was now a def­in­ite move­ment. His pants star­ted to get tight and
he knew that he should get up then and drive her back to the town. It was get­ting 
dan­ger­ous.

“Did you like it?”

Tammy was per­sist­ing and Randy was fall­ing prey to her.

“I thought about it all that day and that night, and I dreamed about do­ing lots of other 
things with you.”

“What other kinds of things?”

“I thought about your hands all over me and then I mas­turb­ated think­ing about it.” The 
sim­il­ar­ity of what they each had done was ex­cit­ing. Each of them mas­turb­ated think­ing
about fuck­ing with the other. Even mu­tual mas­turb­a­tion could be ex­cit­ing. He didn’t 
have to do any more to her. He had seen her body dur­ing the ex­am­in­a­tion and she was a 
fine spe­ci­men of fe­male..

“Where did I have my hands? In your dream, that is?”

“Oh, all over. You know, on my tits, and my pussy and es­pe­cially on my ass.” Randy was 
sud­denly in­flamed think­ing about hand­ling her tight bum. That secret and for­bid­den 
spot fas­cin­ated him, though he had sel­dom fucked very much that way. But, just the 
thought of shov­ing his cock into her there was wild. He couldn’t hold his cock quiet any 
longer.

Tammy glanced at him, and no­ticed that he had a bulge in his pants. She giggled.

“Oh, Dr. Whitkin. That’s wicked, isn’t it?”

“Why don’t we go sit in the car and talk for a while.” The walk to the car wasn’t very long, 
but once they were back in the pri­vacy of the plush car, Randy reached for Tammy. He was 
hot for her again. He wanted her the way he had her in the fantasy he cooked up after he had 
seen her in his of­fice. And, since she wasn’t a vir­gin, there was no ta­boo of touch­ing her. 
Someone else had done that.

Both of them were ex­cited and Tammy pressed her­self against Randy roughly. She wasn’t
as ex­per­i­enced in this as with her words. Randy grabbed her and kissed her. Tammy gave 
her­self com­pletely in that one kiss. She pressed her lips against his, and when he forced 
them open with his tongue, she let him. She was breath­ing hard, and moved around on the 
seat while they kissed.

Randy moved over from the steer­ing wheel to give them more room. The front seat was 
roomy enough to ac­com­mod­ate their move­ments and Randy reached over and grabbed 
Tammy’s breast. He squeezed the firm flesh over the sweater, but wasn’t con­tent with that 
con­tact. He worked his hand un­der the bot­tom of the sweater and grasped the softer bra in
his hand. It had been a long time since he had necked in a car with a girl, and he was a bit 
rusty at this tech­nique.

“I want to feel those tits in my hands again. You make me crazy for them.” Tammy 
dis­en­gaged her­self from his arms for a mo­ment and un­hooked the bra her­self. Her 
bosom sank a bit, from the slack­ness of the bra, but Randy knew that un­der that sweater, a 
pair of the greatest breasts waited for his touch and his lips. But, then, he re­membered that 
they were out in the day­light and any­one could drive up. They were pretty far off the 
road­way, but that did not guar­an­tee that someone would not come up.

“Tammy, do you know a se­cluded spot around here?”

“Uh huh. Drive over to the left. There’s a nice spot that you can’t see from the road.” Randy
slipped back be­hind the wheel, and Tammy sat there quietly as he star­ted the car and 
fol­lowed the some­what rocky path­way. It was only a dirt road, but the car was built well 
and took the shocks in its stride. He pulled to a side covered by large bushes and trees, and 
then braked the car. He turned the mo­tor off, and slid back to Tammy.

Tammy was not shy at this point. She lif­ted her sweater over her head and bared her 
breasts. Randy seized one of them in his mouth and sucked hard on the nipple.

“Oh, oh, that feels so won­der­ful! Oh, don’t stop it.” Randy sucked at one tit and fingered 
the nipple on the other, but soon, he wanted to fin­ger her young pussy. He probed with his 
fin­gers and opened the snap on her jeans. She in­haled and gave him the room that he 
needed. Tammy held the zip­per and he pulled the head down the track. He reached in and 
slipped his hand un­der the elastic of her panties. He felt the downy patch un­der his fin­gers 
and tried to stretch the sweet lips apart with his two fin­gers.

Tammy was squirm­ing on the seat. She tried to lift her­self off the seat to give Randy 
more room at her crotch, but the jeans were tailored ever so well. There just wasn’t any room. 
Randy was frus­trated, too, and he began to work the jeans off her hips and then, in an­other 
mo­ment, Tammy lif­ted her but­tocks off the seat and he slipped them to the floor of the car.
At last, she could spread her legs open, as she wanted to.

Now that her legs were widely spread, Randy could get a bet­ter aim at the pussy flesh 
that he wanted to rav­age. He con­cen­trated on the dampen­ing area and this time, he 
spread her lips wide and sought out her clit­oris. He rubbed over it with a cir­cu­lar mo­tion 
and the girl al­most went wild with the pleas­ure.

“Oh, please, I think I’m go­ing to come! Please, stop that.” But Randy didn’t want to .stop. 
He wanted much more from her. He had gone out of con­trol and de­sired every pos­sible 
sexual ad­ven­ture with this child.

“Tammy, honey, I can do lots of things to you. They will make you feel just great. Do you 
want to touch me?”

“Oh, sure.”

“Why don’t we sit to­gether and touch each other. That’s not so bad, is it?” The girl was 
very ex­cited and the gleam in her eyes was back. She wanted to feel him and have him touch 
her again and again.

Randy stopped ma­nip­u­lat­ing her for a mo­ment and opened his pants. For the sake of 
read­i­ness, he zipped the pants open and then pulled then down past his knees. He could 
open his legs this way, too. His cock bulged through his shorts. He opened the fly and held his
cock in his hand.

“You prob­ably know a lot about cocks, don’t you? I mean, since you already lost your 
cherry?”

Tammy stared at the huge phal­lus be­fore her. She stretched out her hand, which seemed
tiny by com­par­ison. She tried to close her fist around it, but she could not. As she tried, she 
squeezed the hot cock.

“Oh, that feels just won­der­ful, Tammy.” The girl was fas­cin­ated by the size and the 
cir­cum­fer­ence of the cock in her hand. She gave her at­ten­tion com­pletely to it.

“I’ve never seen any­thing like it in my life! It’s so big!”

“You do any­thing you want to do to it.”

Randy de­cided that he would fin­ger her again and reasoned that the girl would work on 
his cock harder once she got ex­cited again. He pushed his fin­gers into the slit again and 
rubbed her clit­oris. As he did this, Tammy opened her legs and pushed up against his hand. 
That in­spired Randy to go a bit fur­ther with her. He wanted to feel just how tight her little 
pussy was.

With a gentle move­ment, Randy ran his fin­ger down the mid­line of her pussy and 
en­countered the open­ing to her va­gina. He eased his fin­ger into the hole and was thrilled 
to find how tight it really was. As he rubbed his fin­ger into the open­ing, Tammy thrust her 
hips for­ward, im­pal­ing her­self on his fin­ger.

“Dr. Whitkin! That feels so great! Oh, rub me, like that. Push it in!” Randy felt her hand 
close on his prick as she said these word, and he ima­gined that her fist was the tight cunny. 
He wanted to ram it into her. He wanted to get in­side her. She had got­ten him very hot. He 
kept thrust­ing his fin­ger into the small hole and Tammy thrashed around on the front seat. 
She was the epi­tome of hot, young flesh, that must be taken.

Randy pulled her to­wards him on the seat.

He thought that he would give her a taste of his tongue and drive her wild. He bent his 
head down and Tammy’s hand was pulled away from his huge cock.

“I’m go­ing to do some­thing that I hope you like. I really love to do it.” When Tammy saw 
his head dip­ping to­ward her lap, she got very ex­cited. She had heard about men who licked
pussies, but she had never ex­per­i­enced it her­self. She never had ex­per­i­enced very much 
at all, and had lied about not be­ing a vir­gin. She had never been with a man be­fore, though
she had wanted to.

Randy bent and flicked his tongue across the head of her clit­oris. The girl jumped. He 
then flattened his tongue to lave the in­side of the puffed lips. Randy did not know that he 
was eat­ing a vir­gin pussy. He en­joyed the sweet­ness of the girl’s fla­vor, and licked 
to­wards the open­ing that he was cov­et­ing.

Randy re­moved his fin­gers from her cunt and let his tongue work the spot over. He 
stiffened his tongue and forced it into the hole. Tammy squirmed around and thrashed her 
bot­tom about.

“Oh, it feels fant­astic! I can’t stand it!”

To make a bet­ter im­pres­sion, Randy tongued her hole a while more, but then, he pulled 
his tongue back to duty on her clit.

In­stead, he pushed his fin­gers into her va­gina, again. The hole was wet and slip­pery, 
now and his fin­gers glided into the dark moist cave. He pushed his fin­gers up high into the 
tight canal, and for a mo­ment, he thought he could feel some res­ist­ance just bey­ond. But 
the girl had said that she wasn’t a vir­gin and there should be no hy­men.

Tammy was writh­ing on the seat and pressed her head against the head rest. She was 
un­able to take this in­tense pleas­ure that Randy was giv­ing her. The little beast in her was 
be­ing aroused and she wanted to throw her­self on top of him and do whatever it was that 
men and wo­men did to­gether.

“Oh, it is driv­ing me crazy! Please, help me!”

“You want to feel even bet­ter? You want to feel my cock in there, where my fin­gers are?” 
Oh, please, I don’t know. Just do some­thing, make me come.” Randy twis­ted her around so 
that she was fa­cing away from him, and po­si­tioned him­self be­hind her. When he had her 
in this po­s­i­tion, he thrust his fin­gers back into her va­gina from the back. In this way, he 
had ac­cess to her tight little as­shole, too. As he worked his fin­gers into her, he brought 
back some of her juices, to around her as­shole and rubbed the juice against her. Tammy 
quivered each time his fin­ger touched the sens­it­ive mem­brane, and the sphinc­ter 
con­trac­ted from the stim­u­la­tion.

“Do you like the way that feels, be­ing touched in the front and the back? You like the way 
your little tight hole feels in the back when I rub my fin­ger around it?”

“Oh, yes, I do!”

Randy was get­ting out of con­trol in a way that he never had be­fore. He longed to shove
his cock into her from every angle, and into every hole she had.

“Wait till you feel what it’s like when I shove my fin­ger into the hole. Just wait!” Tammy 
was lost in a fog, but the ex­cite­ment of the pro­spect of be­ing pen­et­rated in the 
for­bid­den area was too much for her to take.

“Would you do that? I want to feel what it’s like. Please?” Randy did not have to be asked a
second time. The next time he brought a load of her cream back­wards, he worked the anus 
un­til he man­aged to force his way past the tight muscle. The hole bey­ond was hot and the 
muscle, very tight. He knew that she was too small for his cock in that hole, but he would 
someday like to ram it in.

When Tammy felt the fin­ger pen­et­rate her, she moaned and writhed on the seat. She 
moved her ass so that she could get more of the feel­ing. But, when Randy began to frig her 
with his fin­ger, She went wild. She was fuck­ing her­self on his fin­ger. The thought of her 
do­ing this drove Randy wilder and he brought his cock near her ass cheeks.

Randy pulled his fin­ger out of her ass and, in­stead, he rubbed the tip of his cock up 
against the tight half moons. The crack in her ass was neat and al­lur­ing. Her cheeks were 
firm and soft of skin. He pushed the gi­ant head against her bung hole, but did not at­tempt 
to pen­et­rate her at any time. He was get­ting very hot, how­ever, and longed to feel her 
tight cunt wrapped around his throb­bing cock.

He had a load of gism for her and he wanted to de­liver. He had never ac­tu­ally planned 
on fuck­ing her, but, he wasn’t in con­trol of him­self, now. He rubbed the head along her ass 
crack and then for­ward up against the open­ing of her va­gina. The girl moaned when she 
felt the con­tact. She was hot, too. But, when he rubbed the cock fur­ther along her slit, up 
to­wards the clit­oris, she shivered from the pleas­ure he was giv­ing her. He rubbed the 
length of her slit sev­eral times and the child began to get very ex­cited.

“Oh, please do it to me! Do it!”

That was all the in­vit­a­tion that Randy needed. He rubbed his cock against her once 
more, but this time, when he got just level with her va­ginal open­ing, he held his body in a 
po­s­i­tion that would al­low him to pen­et­rate her.

“Push your hips back to­wards me, Tammy. That will make it easier.” Tammy obeyed and he
found the open­ing spread over the very tip of his cock. He was driven by an in­sane de­sire 
to pos­sess that young pussy, and pushed his cock against her. Tammy was wet with her own 
se­cre­tion from the ex­cite­ment she felt, but the lick­ing she had got­ten sup­plied some 
lub­ric­a­tion, as well. It was not that dif­fi­cult for Randy to push his way into the open­ing. 
The feel­ing just on the head of his cock was su­perb and he longed to feel the rest of his cock
wrapped by the tight sheath.

Tammy was sur­prised by the feel­ing of be­ing stretched in her un­used va­gina. The 
most she had stuffed up there was a tam­pon, some­times mak­ing be­lieve it was a cock, but 
that was it. She had never even used a lar­ger shape, like a bottle. The candles were easy to 
ob­tain in her home. She was still hot to be taken, but the sud­den stretch­ing shook her for a
mo­ment. She stiffened.

Randy felt the change in her body and put his hand to the front of her and rubbed her 
clit­oris. On« the pleas­ure over­took her, Tammy re­laxed again. She was con­cen­trat­ing on 
the feel­ing in her clit­oris rather than her va­gina. It didn’t hurt, but the sen­sa­tion was 
some­thing that she was not used to.

But, now, the time for really thrust­ing had ar­rived. Randy had to take her, and that would
mean a de­cided thrust. He switched hands for work­ing on her clit and held her hips with his 
other hand. He was hot and he thought that he might come soon. He was never in this 
po­s­i­tion be­fore and did not know how long he would hold out.

Tammy was hot again. The ex­pert rub­bing she was get­ting on her clit­oris made her 
for­get about what might be new and fright­en­ing. When Randy tightened his grip on her 
and star­ted to shove up­ward in her va­gina, she just let him. She felt a sud­den sharp pain, 
but that was all. She re­membered that she was a vir­gin, and figured that that was it.

Now she was really hot. She had be­come a wan­ton wo­man. She had lost her cherry, and
to a pretty sharp guy. She was very turned on and de­cided to share her secret with Randy.

“Ohh, I have to tell you some­thing?”

Randy was hot and not in the mood for con­ver­sa­tion.

“Yeah? What’s that?”

“I lied to you be­fore. You just popped my cherry. I was a vir­gin.” Randy was startled by 
the news. He had never be­fore had a vir­gin, and he sud­denly felt a surge of power. There 
was no sense in pulling out. He had already done it. His cock was im­bed­ded in the tight cunt
and his mind raced back to the res­ist­ance he had felt with his fin­gers. He knew that the 
hy­men did not have to stretch across the en­tire open­ing and that it could be broken eas­ily
in some cases.

“So, you were a vir­gin? Well, then, V m go­ing to have to give you some­thing to 
re­mem­ber as your first fuck!”

Randy thrust his cock deeper into Tammy, and the girl shrieked from the pen­et­ra­tion. 
The cock had passed the hy­men and found its way all the way in. The sud­den im­pal­ing 
shocked the girl. But, Randy kept rub­bing her clit and she made no protest.

“How does it feel to have a cock in you for the first time?”

“It, it feels great! I love it!”

“I’m go­ing to fuck you and fill you full of all the cream that I have. Would you like that?” 
The girl was be­gin­ning to ex­per­i­ence the signs of her first or­gasm with a cock in­side 
her. She was more ex­cited than she had been at any time and she did not heed any words. 
She was des­per­ate to rub her­self on the thick cock and make her­self come.

“Oh, Dr. Whitkin,” she said.

“Randy, call me Randy.”

“Oh, Randy, Please, make me come, please. Rub it in and make me come!” Randy was 
de­lighted at the pro­spect of giv­ing this lovely young girl her first real “adult” or­gasm. He 
wanted to make a last­ing im­pres­sion on her. He was go­ing to fuck the day­lights out of 
her and make her re­mem­ber this for the rest of her life. He began to in­crease his strokes 
and felt her tight and wet cunt slip over his cock. He pulled out al­most all the way and 
slammed his prick all the way in. The girl screamed.

“Oh, please! Yes, that’s the way. Oh, please, do it again!” Randy com­plied with the 
des­per­ate re­quest and pro­ceeded to slam into her in sim­ilar fash­ion for the next few 
mo­ments. He was banging her very hard and he felt the res­ults of the hard fuck­ing in his 
cock. He wouldn’t be able to last much longer. To in­sure that she would come be­fore him, 
he began to rub her clit­oris again. He knew that she wouldn’t be able to with­stand that kind 
of play and she would have to come.

The ex­tra meas­ures worked the trick. Tammy was thrash­ing around un­con­trol­lably as 
Randy poun­ded into her vir­gin pussy and then out of the blue, she began to scream. She 
was gasp­ing and he knew that she was com­ing when he felt the mus­cu­lar va­gina tighten 
on his cock. He rammed her harder and faster to give her the best or­gasm he could.

Tammy’s mind ex­ploded as she felt her or­gasm start and the pleas­ure was more 
in­tense than she had ever ex­per­i­enced in her mas­turb­a­tion. She could not con­trol her 
body and she jerked back against Randy to get more of his cock. He was help­ing her by 
pound­ing into her without pause.

Tammy did not know what happened in­side her body when she came and she did not 
know what her sweet pussy was do­ing to Randy’s cock. She had no idea that it was be­ing 
squeezed the way it was. She had no way of know­ing that she was driv­ing him into a 
spec­tac­u­lar or­gasm, too.

The con­trac­tion of her va­gina were strong and in the middle of her or­gasm, Randy felt 
the sud­den buildup of sperm and then, the sud­den spurt of come through his cock. He shot 
his come into her pussy, and as he poun­ded the thick tool into her, some of the cream 
poured out on her ass and her legs. His own balls were wet with her juice and his.

Randy grunted as he felt the height of his pleas­ure be­gin and closed his eyes as he 
humped harder into the tight cunt. He had a des­per­ate need to fill the vir­gin cunt with all 
the spunk he had. He would drown her in his come. This young imp had tor­men­ted him with
her body and now he was show­ing her what life was all about.

The couple humped wildly for an­other few mo­ments on the front seat, but fi­nally, 
gasp­ing, and ex­hausted, the pleas­ure abated for both, and the or­gasm ebbed into a 
memory. Tammy’s newly vi­ol­ated pussy throbbed from the act and her in­tense or­gasm. 
The pleas­ure filled every part of her body and she went limp against the seat. Randy’s 
breath­ing slowed and he began to pull his shrink­ing cock from her very wet pussy.

The va­gina was very tight, and even in this less than tur­gid state, Randy had a time 
get­ting it out. As he pulled, Tammy gasped from the sen­sa­tion and then just lay there. 
There was a slight smile on her face. She had had him, the way she wanted to. She had 
some­thing that no other girl she knew had had. She had lost her cherry to a fam­ous doc­tor!

As the ex­cite­ment of what they had done wore off and real­ity re­turned, Randy began 
to get a bit nervous. She was thir­teen, leg­ally, and that could cause prob­lems. Of course, he
could deny it, should she want to tell any­one, es­pe­cially her par­ents. But, some­thing told 
him that that would not be the case.

“Tammy, how do you feel?”

Tammy was still ly­ing with her back to Randy, al­though he had be­gun to col­lect 
him­self. She turned her head, and she smiled at him.

“Just great.”

“Are you sorry? Are you scared?” She thought a mo­ment. “No. But, do you think that I 
could get preg­nant?”

A shiver of cold went down his back. Randy had for­got­ten about her pos­sibly 
be­com­ing preg­nant. He never used any form of birth con­trol with the wo­men he went 
with and con­sequently, it was not on his mind. He thought quickly. He didn’t want to up­set 
her. He could give her some med­ic­a­tion to take the next morn­ing, but that might cause 
some side ef­fects and he didn’t want any pub­li­city. He would have to take care of it, 
him­self.

“I don’t think so, Tammy. But, let me warn you. If you in­tend to keep hav­ing fun like this, 
you’ll have to take some pre­cau­tions.”

All of a sud­den, Tammy had be­come a little girl again. This was so new to her. She knew 
noth­ing about birth con­trol, preg­nancy and the like. She looked be­wildered, and 
un­com­fort­able. Randy de­cided to say no more.

“I’ll meet you to­mor­row.”

On the way back to her house, or rather the school, he weighed the pros and cons of 
giv­ing her that “morn­ing-after” med­ic­a­tion, and just wait­ing it out, and if she got 
preg­nant, they could do a re­cyc­ling of her menses. No one would be able to tell if she were 
preg­nant for at least ten days. He smiled as he let her off, and de­cided not to call on Valerie.

CHAPTER FIVE

When Sat­urday even­ing set in, Randy felt un­easy. Be­ing with Tammy dur­ing the 
af­ter­noon, he was not aware of how in­ap­pro­pri­ate their re­la­tion­ship proved to be. He 
would like to spend more time with her, but she was at home, he pre­sumed. He was about to
get dressed and take in a movie by him­self, when the phone rang.

“Hello.”

“Dr. Whitkin?”

“Yes?”

“Randy? Hi, this is Valerie Storer.” There was a pause.

“Oh, hi. How are you. I had called you earlier today, but your line was busy.”

“That’s odd. I wasn’t home all day. When did you call?”

“Some­time in the af­ter­noon.

I called twice, and it was busy.”

“Well, I’ll have to check with the phone com­pany. Any­way, the reason that I called was 
that I saw you today. I was at the school for some Sat­urday work with some of the older 
chil­dren.”

Randy felt nervous. He wondered if she had seen him with Tammy, or, driv­ing away with 
her. He needn’t have wor­ried.

“Ac­tu­ally, I was just driv­ing by to take a look at the place, and well, I just wanted to see 
it.”

“I think it’s very nice that you even wanted to go over.” The con­ver­sa­tion came to a lull. 
He knew that he should ask her out, but, just then, he didn’t want to. But, he reasoned, it 
would be a nice way to kill time. He wouldn’t have to think about Tammy all even­ing.

“I know it’s a bit late, but are you free to­night?”

“As a mat­ter of fact, I’m not. I called to ask you if you’d like to come to din­ner some 
even­ing. Gary and Donna could join us, if you like.” Randy felt the rope get­ting tight in his 
chest. Din­ner. At her home. No.

“That would be very nice, but I can’t make plans too far in ad­vance. I don’t like to break 
dates, you know.”

“Sure, I un­der­stand. I’ll talk to you soon.” When Randy hung the phone up, he felt numb.
He wasn’t ready to be tied down, even by this won­der­ful girl. She was try­ing to get him 
in­volved, he bet, and that was not what he wanted. He fin­ished dress­ing and, then, he was 
seized by a per­verse de­sire to call Tammy and take her out. He happened to be ad­just­ing 
his shirt at the time-, and he was stand­ing in front of the mir­ror. He stared at his re­flec­tion.
He real­ized that he must be daft, think­ing such a thing.

Shak­ing his head, as if to clear it, Randy col­lec­ted his keys and wal­let and headed for 
the door. The phone stopped him.

“Randy?”

“Yes. Who is this, please.”

“It’s Tammy. I’m in a phone booth not far from where you live. I...” The air was still for a 
mo­ment. “Is everything all right?” Tammy laughed into the re­ceiver.

“I guess so. I just wanted to see you.”

Randy looked at his watch. He wanted to ask her a mil­lion ques­tions, like what she was 
do­ing here, how she got here and all the rest, but he was afraid that he knew some of the 
an­swers, already. So, in­stead, he asked a sens­ible ques­tion.

“Would you like some­thing to eat? I was on my way out for a bite.”

“Sure.” Randy met her on the street corner she called from, and at first, she sat stiffly in the
front seat. She was wear­ing a dress and high heeled shoes. The coat she wore was very styled
and she looked more like twenty-three than thir­teen. Her hair was pulled up and she looked 
more like the girl that he met the first time in is of­fice.

Ac­tu­ally, Tammy had coun­ted on him be­ing home and per­haps tak­ing her out for a 
while. She dressed as old as she could and had slipped out of the house. Her par­ents, she 
told Randy had gone out and she was sup­posed to stay with a girl friend. They had 
sug­ges­ted that she sleep over her friend’s house, since they did not know what time they 
would be back. They did not like the idea of her be­ing alone in the house. They never said 
any­thing to that ef­fect, but it was in the air.

“Isn’t it funny? They think that I might bring boys up and do ter­rible things?” She flashed 
Randy one of her win­ning smiles.

“But, I don’t think it is so ter­rible, do you?” Randy slapped her on the thigh. He felt at ease
with her. She did not threaten him in any way. There was no chance of their get­ting mar­ried, 
or of her trap­ping him into it. Sure, she was un­der age, but she was nice. Randy was 
con­cerned about what to do with her for the even­ing. How­ever, Tammy had all the 
an­swers.

“Well, you see, I was afraid that you might have a date to­night, so I covered my tracks. I 
told my friend, An­gela that I might come over, but I wasn’t sure. I didn’t tell her any­thing 
about stay­ing over, since I was hop­ing that I would be with you.”

“You planned all this in the space of a few hours?”

“Of course. I’ll have to call An­gela and tell her I won’t be com­ing. Then, if you want to, we
can spend the night to­gether. I can get back to the house early and then, no one will know.” 
Randy looked at this young, but beau­ti­ful creature sit­ting next to him in the dark of the car.
He had just fucked her, taken her cherry this af­ter­noon. He was con­cerned about hav­ing 
done it, but there was ob­vi­ously no such thought in her mind. She was happy to be with 
him. She was steal­ing some time to be with him. He was flattered. He had a sud­den de­sire 
to show her all the gad­gets in his apart­ment. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all.

One thing that Randy ap­pre­ci­ated if this was to be suc­cess­ful at all, he would have to 
be care­ful about the tim­ing. Bring­ing a girl to his apart­ment and spend­ing the night with 
her was not as simple as an hour in a car. People might see them, and he didn’t want trouble 
for either of them. He would have to set the alarm to get up early enough to bring her home. 
The ele­ment of ex­cite­ment and the ta­boo of their situ­ation was enough to spur Randy on.

Randy wasn’t that sure of her looks to es­cort her around the town. There might be 
someone who knew her, and that would be what they did not want. In­stead, they op­ted for 
a dif­fer­ent solu­tion. He de­cided to drive a couple of towns away and they would get 
some­thing to eat. Then they would either take in a movie, prefer­ably a drive-in, or just come
on back to his apart­ment.

Tammy was thrilled with the idea. She wanted to be seen in pub­lic with him, though she 
was in­tel­li­gent enough to ap­pre­ci­ate their di­lemma, should someone re­cog­nize her. 
She settled for a small res­taur­ant settled in the hills of their area. It was rough hewn, and 
Tammy felt so adult in the lamp light. They had a small table in the corner and no one seemed
to no­tice them ex­cept some men who kept look­ing over at Tammy with ad­mir­ing glances.

It was like a dream come true for the girl. She never fit into her own mi­lieu, though she 
tried to hang around with the kids her own age. Sure, she went to the places that they did 
after school, but the boys never took her ser­i­ously. They looked, al­right, but they were 
in­tim­id­ated by her ma­ture beauty. She grew to be de­fens­ive about her ma­ture looks 
and made the jump in her mind, con­vin­cing her­self that she really pre­ferred older men, 
and adult en­ter­tain­ment. She told her­self that the kids her own age could not 
ap­pre­ci­ate her, and she began to have prob­lems with her friends.

Her par­ents knew noth­ing of this, since they still be­lieved she was an in­no­cent child, 
and saw only what they chose to. She was still a little girl to them and they pre­ferred not to 
see the gor­geous body she was blessed with. They had al­lowed her to pick out her own 
clothes and she did so with ease. They never knew that she drove the second car more than 
oc­ca­sion­ally, but Tammy was a clever girl and she man­aged stor­ies to cover her tracks.

This re­la­tion­ship with Randy Whitkin was some­thing that Tammy had dreamed about, 
but never ser­i­ously ex­pec­ted. She was lonely and craved his at­ten­tion. How­ever, since 
this af­ter­noon, she had be­gun to crave some­thing else. She had ex­per­i­enced sex for the
first time, and she wasn’t about to give it up. She wanted more of the same, and whatever else
there was to of­fer. This meal in the rugged res­taur­ant was more than heaven for her.

Randy found that the dis­com­fort about her age dis­ap­peared as he real­ized that most 
people took her for much older. She was beau­ti­ful, and there­fore, she sat­is­fied his male 
ego, by at­tract­ing ad­mir­ing glances from other men, even some much older. The wo­men 
pre­ferred not to give her any at­ten­tion. Jeal­ousy mo­tiv­ated them to keep their 
com­pan­ions in rapt at­ten­tion to whatever fas­cin­at­ing con­ver­sa­tion they could 
man­u­fac­ture. The im­bal­ance in their lives was a source of com­pat­ib­il­ity for the couple.
Randy was an ac­com­plished phys­i­cian, but he was not com­plete as a per­son, yet. His 
per­son­al­ity was blos­som­ing, just as was Tammy’s. In that re­spect, they were al­most 
equal.

She was just start­ing out in her life, and she looked for guid­ance, and ad­vice, and would
of course, re­spect his word. He was the n’th de­gree in everything for her. She not only 
re­spec­ted him, she nearly wor­shipped him. That was some­thing that Randy took to nicely 
and eas­ily. The con­ver­sa­tion dur­ing din­ner was pleas­ant and light. They avoided talk­ing
about her school, since that made them both un­com­fort­able.

The top­ics they chose, in­stead, went from mu­sic and books to sports and an­im­als. 
Tammy read quite a bit for someone her age, and they found many books they both en­joyed.
When it was time to go, Randy found it hard to be­lieve that this girl with him was really only 
a child. They were de­vel­op­ing a won­der­ful rap­port.

Once they were back in the car, Randy and Tammy talked about what they would do next.

“Well, it’s close to nine o’clock. We could catch a late movie. What do you say?” Tammy 
hes­it­ated. She looked at him side­ways, and the imp­ish smile was back on her face.

“I don’t know how to say this, Randy, but I don’t want to go to a movie.”

“What do you want to do, then?”

“I want to fuck again!”

Tammy burst into laughter, and Randy couldn’t help but join in. Her laughter was so 
spon­tan­eous and genu­ine. She was rev­el­ing in her new found sexu­al­ity, and, con­trary 
to the gen­er­a­tion be­fore, she felt no hor­ror and dis­gust in the pleas­ure of her body. She
only wanted more of it.

“No, really, Randy. Since I left you this af­ter­noon, I haven’t been able to think of_ 
any­thing else. Hon­estly, I want to do it again. I want to learn all about you and how do make
you feel good. Will you teach me?”

Randy felt a twitch in the sleep­ing sol­dier. Damn, this girl had got­ten to him. He was 
about to say how he would love to teach her, but, in­stead, Tammy bent over and kissed him 
on the lips. She was so con­vin­cing in her hon­esty, that he just star­ted the car and headed 
for his apart­ment.

Randy felt that the best way to get her into the apart­ment would be to have her go in by 
her­self. He parked the car and gave her the keys, and then, he waited for a mo­ment. He was 
nervous about her be­ing seen by any­one, but he re­membered the res­taur­ant and bet that
no one would guess her true age or iden­tity.

He fol­lowed her up and was re­lieved to see that she had got­ten in al­right. Tammy was 
stand­ing in the foyer, just dumb­foun­ded with the sur­round­ings.

“Randy, I never ima­gined there would be a place like this to be­gin with! It’s fant­astic!” 
Randy was im­mensely flattered. Tammy had a way of mak­ing everything sound so genu­ine. 
Girls had said these very words to him many times be­fore, but they soun­ded new, all of a 
sud­den and he warmed to her a bit more.

“This is noth­ing. Wait till I show you all the other things.” After he hung her coat up, 
Randy took Tammy on a tour of his apart­ment. He switched on the ste­reo and the strobe 
light in the liv­ing room and then all the other little gad­gets he col­lec­ted. She stood 
fas­cin­ated be­fore the dan­cing oil lamp as the col­ors swam back and forth. The fur­niture 
was some­thing , the likes of which she had never ex­per­i­enced. Her fam­ily and all her 
friends favored the more sturdy and com­mon style of fur­niture.

Tammy ran her hand over the chrome table legs and then the glass top. It was like a fairy 
land. Everything was new and mod­ern. It was more than she had ex­pec­ted. But, when she 
saw the bed­room, she was dumb­foun­ded. Randy had huge mir­rors in­stalled over the bed 
and on the op­pos­ite wall. The bed was a chrome four poster and the mix­ture of ter­ribly 
styl­ized and very mod­ern was won­der­ful.

She sat on the bed primly, hold­ing onto one of the posts. Randy watched her from the 
door­way, and ima­gined her with noth­ing on. He felt his cock come to life and moved 
to­wards her.

“Get un­dressed. I want to en­joy you in full, to­night.” Tammy obeyed his com­mand, and 
stripped quickly. She had brought noth­ing with her, and she grabbed for his shirt that he had
just taken off, slip­ping into it. It was enorm­ous on her, but the look of her bare bot­tom 
stick­ing out of it was very fetch­ing.

She lay on the bed, wait­ing for Randy to fin­ish un­dress­ing, and lux­uri­ated in the satin:
any­thing that he thought might im­press people with him. Tammy’s hair was spread like a fan
on the shiny sheets and she let the shirt open just a bit, to re­veal part of her love­li­ness. 
Randy was ready for her, and he came at her with a de­term­in­a­tion.

“You little witch! You make me so hot for you.” Randy draped him­self over her body and 
kissed her deeply. His cock was against her thigh and the satin sheet and the feel­ing of 
rub­bing against both was the most sen­su­ous feel­ing he had ever ex­per­i­enced. He 
wanted to show her everything he knew about sex. He wanted to please her and to please 
him­self.

Tammy reached down for his prick and squeezed it hard. She wanted to make him feel 
good and was anxious to show that she could. She rubbed her hand up and down the thick 
shaft, but then, she got gig­gly and broke from the kiss.

“What’s the mat­ter?”

“Noth­ing. But would you think I was stu­pid if I wanted to look at him? I want to touch 
him.”

Again, Randy was flattered. He hadn’t real­ized that she was un­fa­mil­iar with his cock.

“Have you ever seen a man come? Have you even seen a boy mas­turb­ate?” Tammy 
shook her head.

“What hap­pens when a guy comes? Does it shoot out, or just kind of come out?”

“No, it really shoots out. It can shoot a couple of feet usu­ally, but it de­pends on how hot 
a guy is. Each or­gasm can be en­tirely dif­fer­ent.” Tammy re­versed her po­s­i­tion on the 
bed and was nose to nose with the tip of the huge penis. She sniffed at it and watched a bead 
of sem­inal fluid ap­pear from her min­is­tra­tions earlier. She dabbed her fin­ger into the 
fluid and rubbed it around, and Randy moaned with the pleas­ure she was caus­ing him.

“Honey, you can play all you want to. It feels great!” Tammy took her cue and began to fit 
her fist around the cir­cum­fer­ence of the fat prick. She tried to close her fist, but found it 
im­possible, as earlier that day. Then she used her other hand and made a ring of her two 
hands, jack­ing him stead­ily.

“Does that feel good, too?”

Randy just nod­ded, since he was en­joy­ing it too much to talk. She con­tin­ued rub­bing
the shaft between her hands and then, she bent her head to the tip. Randy had his eyes closed
and did not see her put her tongue out to lick the tip. He shivered when her tongue made 
con­tact with his hot cock head and ro­tated his hips up­ward.

“Honey, you bet­ter be care­ful. You can only do that for a little while. “ “Why? Is it 
wrong?”

“No, not at all! But, I get very ex­cited with you near and I might not be able to con­trol 
my­self.”

“You mean that you might come all over me? Maybe in my face or in my mouth?” Tammy 
was teas­ing him now. She had heard about girls suck­ing on the boys’ cocks, and she knew 
that some wo­men swal­lowed what came out of the cock. In this ref­er­ence, that didn’t seem
ter­ribly evil. There was noth­ing wrong with Randy. His body was good and whole­some and 
his come couldn’t be bad, either. She dipped her head again and licked all over the big head.

When she touched the cock head, it twitched on its own and they both laughed, but 
Randy wasn’t laugh­ing too hard. What she had said about him com­ing on her face was 
ex­cit­ing to him. That would be some­thing. He shoved his cock at her and hoped that she 
would take it into her mouth. He wanted to feel her sweet, young mouth on his cock.

In keep­ing with Randy’s si­lent wish, Tammy got ad­ven­tur­ous and opened her mouth 
wide. She wanted to see if she could fit the head in her mouth. As she did it, she looked up 
and saw her re­flec­tion in the mir­ror. The sight was erotic and she kept watch­ing as she 
pushed her lips out of shape to ac­com­mod­ate the size of the cock.

Randy was ly­ing on his back and he pushed his hips up­ward. He was very hot and he 
wanted to burst into her, wherever it might be. But, more, he hoped that he could get off in 
her mouth just then. There was so much he wanted to try with her.

Tammy was fas­cin­ated by the mir­ror im­age, and she was not con­cen­trat­ing on the 
pres­sure and the activ­ity she forced on Randy’s cock. She was driv­ing him to a cli­max and 
never real­ized it un­til it was too late. She forced her mouth as far down on the cock as she 
could and them, she felt it jerk about. He didn’t know what to ex­pect, of course, but as Randy
bucked his hips up­ward, and cried out, she felt the hot spurt into her mouth and star­ted to 
choke on the se­men pour­ing into her throat.

Tammy got rattled, and pulled away from the cock in the middle of his or­gasm, and the 
cock spouted into the air. One after an­other, a shot of come shot up into the air, 
gey­ser-fash­ion and then onto the bed and her. Randy was caught in the middle of his 
or­gasm and he needed to have the rest taken care of. He reached for his own cock and 
worked it over stead­ily.

When Tammy saw this, she forced her mouth back over the head of the cock and drank up
the last of his come. She stayed with his move­ments, des­pite his frantic ac­tion. She was not 
re­pelled by the taste of it, but it was new and she wasn’t sure whether she liked it yet. But, it 
was Randy’s cream and she knew it had to be good.

As his come fin­ished, Randy stopped rub­bing his cock and let his hand fall to his side. He
was pant­ing, but he was happy to know that she had put it back in her mouth again. He 
wanted her to like his come. He wanted to shoot down her throat of­ten and wanted her to 
like it. He knew that she had been frightened by his com­ing without warn­ing, but it had 
been fast for him, too.

Fi­nally, Randy picked his head up from the bed and looked down at the lovely girl still 
suck­ing gently and lick­ing up the cream that had fallen on him.

“Hey, honey. I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s okay. I just didn’t know what was hap­pen­ing.”

“Did you like it?”

“The taste?”

“Yeah. Everything, lick­ing and suck­ing, the smell of him.” Tammy rubbed her soft cheek 
against the limp­ing cock and held him ten­derly in her hands. She nudged his scro­tum and 
kissed it. She didn’t have to say any­thing after than. Randy put his hand down and held her 
head ten­derly.

“I liked it a lot, really.” Tammy came up to his level on the bed and they caressed each 
other. She was still wear­ing the shirt and Randy made her take it off. He wanted to look at her
sprawled on the bed, and got up and posed, her in dif­fer­ent po­s­i­tions on the sheets. He 
made her lie, spread-eagle on the bed and then played with her dampen­ing pussy. He loved 
the shape and the firm­ness of her breasts. Her body was youth­ful and ma­tured at the same 
time.

After a while, how­ever, Tammy got ex­cited, and Randy felt an­other cock stand com­ing. 
He wanted to en­cour­age his “second com­ing” so he jumped on top of Tammy and felt his 
cock harden against her young flesh. He kissed her deeply and ground into her body. Then, he
slid off her and spread her pussy lips. He hadn’t yet touched her lovely body this even­ing.

Tammy was very ready for his ma­nip­u­la­tions and spread her legs wide for him. She 
wanted him to play with her pussy. She wanted him to suck on her nipples and make them 
rock hard. She wanted this man to do everything he could to her.

“Randy, suck on my tits, please.”

Randy smiled at her and bent his mouth to her chest. He cap­tured one lovely in his lips 
and sucked it lightly, Then he opened his lips some­what and sucked in the air around it, 
caus­ing a draft around the nipple. Tammy squirmed as the sen­sa­tion be­came sen­su­ous 
in­stead of tick­lish. He knew that she was high, then.

As he sucked, he kept push­ing his fin­ger into her slit, rub­bing it up and down the length
of her tight little pussy. When he got to her clit­oris, he would make a few circles around the 
tiny bud and then drag his fin­ger heav­ily down to her open­ing. He was teas­ing her and 
get­ting her ready for his entry into her tight heaven.

Tammy was very much a wo­man in this re­spect. Her body re­spon­ded to the stim­u­lus 
and the juices flowed freely from her honey pot. Each time, Randy would dip into the pot and 
take away some honey for the trip back to her clit­oris. He spread the lips wide at one point 
and flicked his fin­ger across her tender clit, mak­ing her jump to­wards him.

The to­tal­ity of his ma­nip­u­la­tions was get­ting her very ex­cited and she was at a peak
of ex­cite­ment then.

“Oh, Randy, please make me come. Put it in, will you?” Randy, knew that he was ready and 
this time, he did not hes­it­ate to ful­fill her wish. He wanted to shove it into her wildly and 
make her take it from him. Now that they were com­fort­ably on the bed, he could take her in 
leis­ure and peace of mind. There would be no reason for a crouched po­s­i­tion and he could
pen­et­rate her more deeply.

Randy po­si­tioned him­self over her and spread her legs wider. He knelt in between her 
legs and placed the head of his cock at the open­ing to her va­gina. He poised there, and 
looked into her eyes. They told him to hurry. She needed him.

Randy care­fully spread her lips apart, and fit­ted the head of his enorm­ous cock into her 
va­gina. Then he took his hand away and began to push into her. He could feel her push­ing 
back at him to help, but he wanted more of her right away and put his hands un­der her 
but­tocks for lever­age. With his hands in this po­s­i­tion, he was able to get a bet­ter hold of 
her and im­paled her al­most im­me­di­ately. The flesh was tight, but wet and will­ing.

Tammy moaned as he pushed into her pussy. She wanted him in there with all her might 
and she struggled to help him get it there. She liked the feel­ing of be­ing held by the ass. She
was com­pletely in his con­trol and she liked it that way. Tammy put her hands on his ass and 
pushed down­ward, though this did little more than egg him on. She dug her nails into the 
firm flesh un­der her hands and felt his muscles flex.

To feel him flex his glu­teus max­imus as he strained to im­pale her was ex­cit­ing to her. 
She tried to look over his shoulder into the mir­ror to see what he looked like when he was 
fuck­ing her, but he had her pinned firmly to the bed. She was skewered on that shaft and 
there was noth­ing she could do to free her­self.

Randy was totally in­volved in fuck­ing her. He wanted to ex­plode in­side her, and sawed 
in and out of her tight pussy. He was con­cen­trat­ing on the tight sheath that squeezed him 
with a vel­vet lin­ing. He wanted to pos­sess her in to­tal­ity. He was thrilled with the deeper 
pen­et­ra­tion that he was able to achieve in this po­s­i­tion and was en­joy­ing the ec­stasy 
of fuck­ing her. He wanted her to make it first, though, and he ground his thick cock into her 
box, to get as much fric­tion from the con­tact as she could.

Tammy was lost in the ac­tion. She for­got about how she looked and how Randy looked, 
She was ly­ing on the bed with her legs spread wider than they had ever been in her life, with 
a huge cock saw­ing in and out of her pussy and she could think of noth­ing else. She 
twis­ted her body spon­tan­eously against his, driv­ing his cock deeper into her. Then it was 
too late for any­thing else.

Tammy was lost in the won­der­ful sen­sa­tion just be­fore an or­gasm and she dug her 
nails into his ass cheeks frantic­ally, des­per­ate to move. She thrust her hips against him and 
felt the ex­plo­sion of feel­ing, of pleas­ure rock through her body and soul.

“Randy, Randy, I can’t stop it! It’s just too much! Ohh! Don’t stop!” Randy set his teeth and 
man­aged to thrust faster and deeper into her, bring­ing her into her or­gasm faster. He felt 
the hard con­trac­tions be­gin in her va­gina and then he was shoot­ing into her, him­self. He
was thrust­ing his shoot­ing cock deep into her body and filling her with every drop of come 
that he had.

He grunted his re­ac­tions to the wild­ness cours­ing through him and humped her hard, 
shak­ing the bed vi­ol­ently. To­gether, they rode out the vi­ol­ent or­gasm, spill­ing their 
juices to­gether, mix­ing them with the per­spir­a­tion that poured from their bod­ies. They 
wrenched at each other and ground into each other un­til the last of all their love was spent. 
They col­lapsed on the bed and lay there, pant­ing.

As Randy closed his eyes, he smiled with the sat­is­fac­tion that filled his body and his 
psyche. He was happy, and he could feel the hap­pi­ness in Tammy’s touch.

CHAPTER SIX

They had a snack and then watched the Late Show on tele­vi­sion and snuggled to­gether 
on his bed. They were both very con­tent. Randy set the alarm for six so that they could 
shower, dress and catch some break­fast be­fore he took her home.

Randy had slept with some girls, but he pre­ferred to take them home when he was 
fin­ished with them. Tammy was dif­fer­ent, though. He knew that they would spend the 
night. It was part of the ad­ven­ture and he ac­cep­ted it as that. Any­way, Tammy had 
ex­pressed some dis­com­fort at spend­ing the night alone in that big house her par­ents 
owned. It was old and creaky and she just didn’t like be­ing alone all night.

The dif­fer­ence in her in­de­pend­ent nature and the little girl who was afraid of be­ing 
alone at night was fur­ther ap­peal­ing to Randy. He was eas­ily more ma­ture than she was, 
and he liked tak­ing care of her. He would not dream of let­ting her spend the night alone 
and they slept to­gether com­fort­able, without event.

When they fi­nally called it a night, Randy held her in his arms, and Tammy snuggled 
against him, hold­ing onto his penis un­til she fell asleep. They were tired when they woke to 
the alarm, but Tammy was cheer­ful and genu­ine in her ap­pre­ci­ation of his com­pany and 
the fun they had had last night. She showed no hes­it­ancy at get­ting dressed and go­ing 
home. She did not try to pro­long the ma­gic of the even­ing.

Her ma­tur­ity in this was sur­pris­ing for one so young, but, more so, it was just the right 
ap­proach to Randy. He did not like any­one who clung to him. He ap­pre­ci­ated the abil­ity 
to be on one’s own. He couldn’t handle the re­spons­ib­il­ity of someone else. Any­one else. 
Some­how, this child did not threaten him in this way. He en­joyed her com­pany even in the 
close quar­ters of shar­ing a bed and a bath­room for more than two hours.

It seemed a good chance that they would see each other again, so he de­cided not to give
her any med­ic­a­tion for a pos­sible preg­nancy. He could spend the next ten days 
won­der­ing, and dis­cussed with her the pos­sib­il­ity of tak­ing pills. He ex­plained that this 
was the safest way and the most aes­thetic. Since Tammy knew little about birth con­trol save 
what con­doms were, he held un­due in­flu­ence on her, and it was easy to con­vince her.

Tammy was afraid that her mother might find out about the pills, but they were easier to 
con­ceal than any device. He con­sidered an in­trauter­ine device, but that would in­volve a 
doc­tor to in­sert it. It would not be that easy to find a doc­tor to handle this for a 
thir­teen-year-old girl without her par­ents’ per­mis­sion or know­ledge.

Tammy and Randy had break­fast at a cof­fee shop with heavy Sunday traffic on one of 
the high­ways close by. They laughed a bit and both were pretty happy. He con­sidered 
can­cel­ling the ap­point­ment for that Thursday, but didn’t do it right away. He men­tioned it
to her, how­ever.

“Tammy, I may can­cel the Thursday ap­point­ment. I might de­cide that next week would 
be bet­ter. That way, we could take a blood test then if you’re still wor­ried about be­ing 
preg­nant.”

“Well, I should know on the week end. I think I’m due, then, but I’m not all that reg­u­lar, 
so I couldn’t say for sure.”

Randy prom­ised Tammy that he would see what he could ar­range and they de­cided that
they would keep in con­tact by hav­ing her call him. There was no real way that he could call 
her at home. But Tammy told him that her par­ents had prom­ised her any­thing she wanted 
for her birth­day that was com­ing up very soon. She said that she would re­quest her own 
phone and then he could call her any­time.

He dropped her off about eight o’clock and then he went home to read the pa­per and 
sleep some more. Randy was used to sleep­ing heav­ily on the week­ends and he liked that 
sched­ule. He felt strange without Tammy in the apart­ment, though, and was happy when he 
fell asleep. He slept on the sheets they had made love on and dreamed about their night 
to­gether.

Randy woke late in the af­ter­noon, re­freshed and began to plan for the week. He 
de­cided to keep the ap­point­ment on Wed­nes­day. He wanted Gary’s opin­ion on Tammy. 
The tests would be in by then, and he didn’t want to put her on hor­mones without check­ing 
that her blood chem­istry was in top con­di­tion. If that was the case, an IUD might be a 
bet­ter an­swer than the pills. He knew a gyneco­lo­gist at the hos­pital and would con­sult 
him if he had any doubts.

About seven, Randy de­cided to go out for some food, and when he sat down in the small 
res­taur­ant that he fre­quen­ted, he thought about Tammy. He stopped think­ing about her 
age and savored in the memory of the fun they had had. Her body was choice and mak­ing 
love to her was a fant­astic ex­per­i­ence. She was eager to please and un­sul­lied in her aims 
and needs. She was very hon­est about her feel­ings and what she wanted to do.

Sex with Tammy was good. Randy was a man of the world in any com­par­ison to this 
young and tender girl, but they fit to­gether so far, very well. Only a fur­ther test of 
then-re­la­tion­ship would prove whether it was sound in other as­pects. They would have a 
dif­fi­cult time car­ry­ing on a reg­u­lar court­ship. Randy did not want to take the chance of 
someone re­cog­niz­ing Tammy. She looked older than her years, that was true and they 
would be able to date where no one knew her.

Taken for the age she looked, Tammy and Randy weren’t that far apart, age­wise. They 
would be ac­cep­ted in pub­lic and no one should make a fuss un­less to no­tice Tammy’s 
beauty. He couldn’t blame the other men for look­ing. She was some­thing to look at. He 
spent some time think­ing about how they could meet, but came up with little. How­ever, he 
knew, just from last night, that Tammy was a re­source­ful girl, and would prob­ably come up 
with some an­swers.

He watched some tele­vi­sion un­til it was time to go to bed when he got home and spent
a rather good night. The next day, Randy was fully into his sched­ule at the of­fice. The 
af­ter­noon mail brought the res­ults on Tammy’s tests, and as he had hoped, and 
sus­pec­ted, her stud­ies showed nor­mal read­ings. Many times, a psy­cho­lo­gical cause is 
easier to deal with. If a per­son is ex­per­i­en­cing severe pains in the ab­do­men and it is 
sus­pec­ted that can­cer is the cause, find­ing out that the per­son has a psycho­so­matic 
cause is much easier to deal with. At least the per­son won’t die while he’s be­ing treated for 
the ill­ness by a psy­chi­at­rist.

Randy called. Gary Mar­tin to dis­cuss Tammy’s test res­ults with him. He found it 
dif­fi­cult to talk about her in such an ob­ject­ive way. He was al­ways told that one 
un­writ­ten rule of the med­ical pro­fes­sion was that you did not treat those you knew or 
were in­volved with. He was be­gin­ning to un­der­stand. In all fair­ness to Tammy, he wanted
Gary to see her, but he was think­ing about her and him­self in a dif­fer­ent way.

Sev­eral things crossed his mind. Sup­pose Tammy did see Gary for some treat­ment, 
some ther­apy. Would she tell him about their re­la­tion­ship? He re­spec­ted the 
con­fid­ence of a phys­i­cian and could not ask her to with­hold any such in­form­a­tion if it 
was im­port­ant to her to talk about it. But, then, how would his friend re­act to the 
know­ledge that he was sleep­ing with a thir­teen-year-old girl?

He thought about bring­ing in an­other psy­chi­at­rist, but that would do no good. She 
might still talk about their re­la­tion­ship and if the doc­tor thought it was his busi­ness, he 
might have his ca­reer ruined. He did not want that. He was a bit con­cerned about that 
as­pect of the re­la­tion­ship, should they de­cide to main­tain one.

For the first time, in a long time, Randy wasn’t hot after the nurses on the other floors. He 
said hello to most of those he knew, but he didn’t at­tempt a pass or a wise-crack at any of 
them. Rose­mary Brown wasn’t on duty this day, but he never even thought about her. They 
had spent a very nice even­ing to­gether and he re­spec­ted her more for hav­ing got­ten to 
know her. She was a very im­press­ive lady.

Tammy was heavy on his mind, so he forced him­self into some pro­fes­sional read­ing. He
dis­cip­lined him­self un­til he was able to con­cen­trate on an art­icle that he had been 
dodging for two weeks. He found his mind wan­der­ing, how­ever, to Tammy and wished that 
she had her own phone so that he could call her. He didn’t like to think that she would just be 
get­ting home from school, but that was the truth.

When he looked at some of the candy-stripers on the floors, he knew that they were the 
same age as Tammy, but they seemed years away from her in every way. He knew that she 
could get coy and kid­dish if she wanted to, but usu­ally she seemed calm and col­lec­ted. 
What made him up­set and hot was the body she had. When he thought of her, ly­ing on his 
bed, na­ked and spread-eagled, he felt a lump in his throat and a twitch of life in his cock. He 
could not be non­chal­ant about her lovely body. She set him on fire.

Randy usu­ally had a date dur­ing the week, and sel­dom spent very much time in the 
apart­ment alone. But, now, when he left for his place, he brought in some food, since he 
wanted to be home should Tammy call. He put the tele­vi­sion on and munched at the 
chicken that he had pur­chased. He played the ste­reo, and then read, but still the phone 
didn’t ring. This was a new ex­per­i­ence for Randy.

Randy was get­ting angry. He figured that at least she could call be­fore now. It was eight 
in the even­ing and there was little chance that she would call now. Damn, he hadn’t asked 
her to call that night, but he would have thought that she would want to talk to him in the 
same way he wanted to hear from her. He was an­noyed with him­self, too for want­ing her to
call that much.

Randy was in the midst of chew­ing Tammy out, men­tally when the phone rang. He let it 
ring a few times and then picked it up.

“Hello?”

“Randy, I can’t talk now. They’ve been on my back all day!”

“What’s the mat­ter?”

“I’ll call you when they go to sleep. After el­even.” Be­fore Randy could say any­thing 
fur­ther, the phone went dead, and then he star­ted wor­ry­ing about what she meant by 
them be­ing after her all day. He figured they might be an­noyed with her for some­thing 
other than the time they spent to­gether. There would be no way they would know about 
that. Sud­denly, Valerie Storer came to mind. She had seen him at the school Sat­urday 
af­ter­noon. Had she seen Tammy get in his car? Randy man­aged to while away the rest of 
the even­ing, but when the clock showed el­even-thirty, he got fid­gety. But just then, the 
phone rang.

“Oh, Randy! What a day!”

“What’s the mat­ter?”

“Oh, I don’t think it’s very ser­i­ous. But my par­ents tried to reach me yes­ter­day be­fore 
I got home in the morn­ing. They figured that I was at An­gela’s, but when they called her, she
said she hadn’t seen me. I told them that I went out for a walk, and then fi­nally con­fessed 
that I had used the car for a drive. That’s what they were mad about.”

“You’re sure that they don’t know where you were?”

“Does it make you scared, Randy?”

“Now, stop that, Tammy. Of course it makes me nervous. Doesn’t it make you nervous?”

“I’m not ashamed of what we did. I don’t care who knows.” There was a si­lence dur­ing 
which Randy thought his heart had stopped beat­ing. Would she tell any­one? “Oh, I’m sorry, 
Randy. I didn’t tell any­one. Why should I? I’m in­tel­li­gent enough to know that the girls 
would think I was stu­pid and my mother would prob­ably have me sent away to a board­ing 
school.”

“And, I guess you know that they could have me put in jail?”

“Really? Are you sure?”

“Tammy, you are thir­teen years old! That is con­sidered stat­utory rape, you know that?”

“Oh, Randy. I didn’t real­ize that. I’m sorry that I even kid­ded about it.” There was 
an­other si­lence. Randy had wanted to ask her what she did dur­ing the day, but the mood 
was broken. Tammy spoke first.

“I missed you yes­ter­day, after I left you. The day seemed so empty without you.”

“I missed you, too, be­lieve it or not.”

Randy did not re­call say­ing that to any other fe­male in his life ex­cept his mother when 
he was a small child. He had never formed an at­tach­ment to an­other wo­man or fe­male 
since.

“I feel won­der­ful. I’m so happy that you were home when I called you on Sat­urday.” 
Noth­ing had to be said. They un­der­stood the en­joy­ment they had shared and Randy 
found the words dif­fi­cult. He was think­ing them in this mind, but say­ing them was 
dif­fer­ent. Tammy was not in­hib­ited in this way, and she said what she felt.

“Why can’t you say it, Randy? I loved what we did, from the din­ner and talk­ing to 
watch­ing tele­vi­sion and hav­ing a snack. I’m not afraid to say that to you. Can’t you say it to
me?”

Randy was shamed by the hon­esty and nat­ur­al­ness of this child. He found him­self 
say­ing some­thing he sel­dom, if ever said, and really meant.

“I did en­joy what we did. I hope we can make it hap­pen again. I really do.” Tammy told 
him that she would be able to meet him after school if he wanted to see her.

Randy made be­lieve, in his own head that she meant col­lege and found it easier to deal 
with.

“Sure, but where could we meet? Day­time is a bit touchy.”

“Oh, no prob­lem. I can bring some other clothes with me, and take the bus to the 
shop­ping cen­ter. Then I can change there and meet you in the mall. Do you know where it 
is?” Again, Randy was amazed at this girl’s abil­ity to con­coct solu­tions prob­lems that 
seemed hope­less to him. He ad­mired her for that. He made the date for Wed­nes­day and 
told her to sleep well.

“How am I go­ing to do that. I haven’t got my cuddle cock to hold.” There was a light note
in her voice and Randy felt her es­sence come through the phone. His body re­spon­ded by 
rais­ing a hard-on.

“You little bitch! You know what you just did to me?” Tammy laughed and blew a kiss into 
the phone be­fore she hung up.

The next day was without in­cid­ent, and on Wed­nes­day morn­ing, Randy woke with a 
huge hard-on. He was an­ti­cip­at­ing see­ing her, but more im­port­antly, fuck­ing her. He 
was used to hav­ing sex rather reg­u­larly with dif­fer­ent wo­men, and he wanted more with 
her. He sched­uled his day so that he would be free by two-thirty and could take off from 
there. He wore a suit since he planned on stop­ping at the apart­ment to change be­fore he 
met Tammy. The shop­ping cen­ter was in the dir­ec­tion of his apart­ment, and only a few 
miles away.

By three-twenty, Randy sat in his lux­uri­ous car and waited for Tammy to show up. He was
in the park­ing lot, right where she had told him to wait and watched the rear-view mir­ror for
her. Be­fore he knew it, a wo­man ap­peared on the left side of the car and tapped on the 
win­dow. For a mo­ment, Randy didn’t re­cog­nize the per­son. He hes­it­ated, and looked 
out the back win­dow to see if he saw Tammy. He didn’t want to get in­volved with a stranger.

The mys­ter­i­ous wo­man knocked again, her sun glasses cov­er­ing her eyes 
com­pletely. Fi­nally, she tugged the door open and threw her­self into the car. Randy was a 
bit alarmed.

“Is there no res­pite for a poor wo­man in trouble?” The voice was heav­ily ac­cen­ted with
some vague east­ern European touch, and it was only when Tammy took off the glasses that 
Randy re­cog­nized her. They both burst out laugh­ing.

“Damn it, Tammy, I didn’t even re­cog­nize you from here! That dis­guise is pretty good!” 
She was wear­ing slacks and a shirt, and pulled the bandana off her head to let her hair fall 
down her back.

“Have you figured out where we should go, Tammy?”

“There’s one thing that I would put at the top of the list.”

“What is that?”

Tammy leaned over to Randy and kissed him on the lips. She pushed her tongue against 
his lips, but not through their bar­rier. Then she pulled away and looked straight ahead of her.
In a very even voice she an­nounced her de­sire.

“I want to fuck with you.”

Randy was still taken aback by her charm and per­son­al­ity. He laughed and star­ted the 
car.

“Do you have enough time? Shall we go to my apart­ment?”

“I’ll al­ways have enough time for that, mis­ter!” The for­eign ac­cent was back and the 
sunglasses were back in place. Randy was get­ting a kick out of the mys­tery. It was really a 
game and fun to play. He drove out of the park­ing lot and they were in his apart­ment in less
than fif­teen minutes.

Randy went into the kit­chen to get some soda that Tammy said she’d like and was into 
the bed­room to find her in just a mo­ment. When he got there, his heart star­ted to pound. 
Tammy had quickly un­dressed and lay on the bed, her hair thrown on the pil­low, and 
flow­ing off the side of the bed. She had stripped com­pletely, save her panties’. They were 
pink with tiny dais­ies on them.

“I just thought I would get com­fort­able,” she said simply.

Randy put the drink down on the night table and came down on top of her. First, he kissed
her breasts, the left and then the right. As he bent lower, to the dainty panties, his crotch 
strangled his cock. He wanted to kiss and lick her lovely pussy, and free his cock at the same 
time.

He op­ted for the sweet pussy, first. He pulled the elastic of her panties down as far as he 
could and stuck his tongue into her cleft. The soft down par­ted without trouble and he 
cap­tured her clit­oris. He clamped his mouth on it, and then sucked gently. He wanted to 
tease her a bit, in­stead of merely mak­ing her come.

Tammy thrilled to the touch of his tongue, and wiggled her bot­tom, push­ing her pussy 
into his face. She loved to feel the vel­vet of his tongue tease and please her. But, just then, 
she wanted him in­side her. She had dreamed about him while they were apart, and needed 
to feel the gi­ant cock in her snatch.

Tammy pulled the panties down, her­self and kicked them from her legs. She spread her 
legs wide and pushed down on Randy’s head.

“Randy, please get un­dressed. I’ve missed that cock and I need it. Please.” Randy heeded 
her plea and stopped his lick­ing long enough to throw his clothes, so care­fully chosen 
be­fore he met her, onto the floor in a heap. He was hot to get back to her. When he was 
na­ked, he got on the bed and made a mo­tion to be­gin his lick­ing again, but Tammy was 
too hot for that cock to let him.

“No, Randy, I need your cock there, not your tongue this time. I need it.” Randy smiled. He 
loved the way she needed him. Randy was her sex life and he would gladly ful­fill her needs. 
She looked to him for all her sexual sat­is­fac­tion, and he loved know­ing that. She had never
be­fore had a man, and was thrilled with his cock. She would only be happy when she had it in
her.

Randy lay back on the bed. He turned his face to Tammy and grinned evilly.

“If you want him, why don’t you take him?” Tammy was con­fused. She knew noth­ing 
about the dif­fer­ent po­s­i­tions. She didn’t know what he meant. Randy lay quietly for 
an­other second.

“What do you mean, Randy?”

“Baby, I mean, get up on him and ride him.”

“Ride him? How do I do that?”

“Straddle my hips and come down on top of him. Here, I’ll help you.” As Tammy as­sumed 
the po­s­i­tion he in­struc­ted her to, she began to see the strategy of such a po­s­i­tion and 
de­lighted to im­pal­ing her­self on the gi­ant cock. She was on her knees and over the head 
of the cock in no time. She held the head of it in her hand and guided it to the open­ing of 
her va­gina.

“Does it just go in?”

“Oh, heav­enly! You put it in the open­ing, and then, just put your weight on it. I’ll help, of 
course.”

Randy was try­ing to be light about the les­son, but he was hot to feel his cock im­pale the
tight sheath in this po­s­i­tion. This was the most dif­fi­cult po­s­i­tion for him to sus­tain. The
full weight of a wo­man on his cock and the grav­ity of her body work­ing against his cock 
was too much for him to take for very long. He knew he would pop very soon once she was 
on him.

Tammy fol­lowed his in­struc­tions and fit­ted the head well into her pussy open­ing. Then
she star­ted to let her weight down on it. She grim­aced as the thick tool spread her tight 
ves­sel.

“Oh, Randy, you feel twice as big in me this way! Oh, it feels like you’re tear­ing me apart!”

“Just keep com­ing down on him, honey. Oh, damn! That feels great, honey!” Randy 
guided her down by put­ting his hands on her hips and for­cing her onto his prick. When he 
was half-way into her, he paused for a second.

“Tammy, let all your weight on him and I’ll push up. Wait till you feel it.” As Tammy 
com­plied with the ad­vice, Randy thrust his hips up­ward with a mighty force, and held her 
hips in place with his hands. He im­paled her com­pletely on his cock in that one move and 
Tammy screamed.

“Oh, Randy, oh, no! It’s so big!”

“Ride it now, baby! Up and down, just like on a horse.” Tammy quickly got the rhythm of 
their fuck­ing and she jock­eyed beau­ti­fully. She rose to the top of his cock and then 
plummeted down to force it up high into her. Each time, she grunted with the wild pleas­ure 
she was fee­ing. She was like a child with a new toy. Again and again, she rode the huge horn, 
un­aware that she was driv­ing Randy to the brink of his or­gasm.

Randy slowed her hips a bit with his hands, and pulled her down on top of him. With her 
against his chest, and her ass way up in the air, he forced her flat against his pu­bic bone and 
Tammy felt the pres­sure against her clit­oris.

“You see, this way, you can rub both places at the same time. Honey, be care­ful. I can’t 
hold out too long with you in this po­s­i­tion. You’re squeez­ing the come out of me!”

Tammy ground her hips against Randy, and thrilled to the won­der­ful sense of pleas­ure 
she felt from rub­bing her clit against him and hav­ing her box reamed out on that huge cock.
She felt the in­tens­ity of her pleas­ure in­crease and knew that she could make her­self come
quickly. She had been hot for his cock to be­gin with and looked for­ward to that ex­plo­sion 
of come drown­ing her.

The pangs of her or­gasm began and Tammy went wild. She was not used to the 
in­tens­ity that this po­s­i­tion could pro­duce and she jerked about and thrashed 
un­con­trol­lably when the first waves of pleas­ure star­ted in earn­est. As they built, she 
moved frantic­ally, in every dir­ec­tion, to get the most from it, and the strong con­trac­tions 
drove Randy to his or­gasm.

As Tammy thrashed about over him, Randy let go and let the come shoot out of him into 
her. He thrust his hips up­ward into her, des­per­ate to get all that come deep into her. He 
was ob­sessed with the need to fill her full of his cream, and that, he did. Again, and again, he 
shot a vol­ley of come into her, and as she rode wildly, some of it spilled out and wet his 
scro­tum and his pub­lic hair. The per­spir­a­tion was rolling off the pair and they were 
com­pletely soaked when the pangs of pleas­ure lessened and their move­ments slowed 
cor­res­pond­ingly.

Fi­nally, the burst of light and body heat was fin­ished and the sat­is­fac­tion flooded 
through them both. Tammy col­lapsed on top of Randy, and lay there, pant­ing. Her first ride 
had been wild and free. Even as she lif­ted her­self off the gi­ant pole, still stiff, she smiled, 
know­ing that this was just the be­gin­ning of a whole new. World for her. Life was very good 
for her just now.

CHAPTER SEVEN

The next day, Randy de­cided to let the ap­point­ment he had made for Tammy earlier 
hold. He knew that he was lucky to be able to get Gary Mar­tin to look at Tammy, and speak 
to her, and he de­cided that he would have to take a chance. Be­fore he let Gary see her 
alone, if he wanted to, he would speak to Tammy and, well, tell her how it was.

The ap­point­ment was for el­even o’clock, and Randy spoke with one of the 
gyneco­lo­gists well be­fore to get the in­form­a­tion and opin­ion on the method of birth 
con­trol he re­com­men­ded. Dr. Lewis was not happy with many of the IUDs that he worked 
with, he said and ad­vised the pill, if the wo­man could re­mem­ber to take it. When 
ques­tioned about side ef­fects, the doc­tor laughed.

“Randy, if she has a check up first, shows no signs of blood dis­ease, high blood pres­sure, 
has no prob­lem with cer­vical in­fec­tions, there’s really no worry. It’s a safe, re­li­able and 
very pleas­ant way to make sure she won’t get preg­nant. And you won’t have to worry.”

The last re­mark threw Randy. He real­ized that every­one knew he was single and 
sup­posed, usu­ally, rightly so, that he had a harem parad­ing in and out of his place, but 
couldn’t he ask a simple med­ical ques­tion and opin­ion without the per­sonal ref­er­ence? 
At any rate, he was happy to have the in­form­a­tion with which to make the de­cision. Her 
med­ical stud­ies showed that Tammy was a healthy per­son. She had had a gyneco­lo­gical 
ex­am­in­a­tion with the last doc­tor, and that showed no in­cid­ence of dis­ease. Per­fect, he
would get her a pill pack.

Tammy came in with her mother, only, this time. She was de­mure and cheer­ful again, and
her dress was simple and pretty. She tried not to look at Randy dir­ectly, but answered his 
ques­tions prop­erly and spoke calmly. Dr. Mar­tin was there dur­ing the ini­tial in­ter­view. 
Randy ex­plained his pres­ence as a con­sult­ant, since he wanted to be sure that he covered 
every angle.

“Tammy would you come into the ex­amin­ing room for just a mo­ment. There is one last, 
minute ex­am­in­a­tion that I did not think to make at the time, when you were here last and 
would like to. Would you mind?”

Tammy fol­lowed him into the room and when he closed the door, she promptly kissed 
him in a long and deep kiss. Randy’s first im­pulse was to back away, but he knew that no one 
could see through the door. He en­joyed her af­fec­tion and then pulled away.

“Tammy, I just wanted to say some­thing to you be­fore the rest of the meet­ing.”

“Did you find some­thing wrong in the tests? Am I go­ing to die?” The teen­ager in her 
reared its head in the drama of a un­likely oc­cur­rence. Randy smiled and took both her 
hands in his.

“No, no. You’re fine and healthy. But, be­fore we, well, got to know each other, that first 
time I saw you, I called Dr. Mar­tin and asked if he would see you. He is a friend of mine and 
he’s a psy­chi­at­rist.”

Tammy’s eyes picked up a faint, but un­com­fort­able light. They had not talked of 
ther­apy since that Sat­urday. She still did not want it.

“Now, I don’t know if he will want to see you alone, but if he does, I guess that I’m a bit 
nervous about what will go on in there.”

Tammy’s eyes widened.

“No, no, don’t be frightened. What I mean is that he might ask you , well, lots of things, 
and I think that he just might ask you about sex. That has a great mean­ing for some 
psy­chi­at­rists. I was just won­der­ing if., well... “

“You mean, you don’t want him to know about us, is that it?” Randy looked at her dir­ectly 
and couldn’t read her ex­pres­sion.

“Yes, I guess so. But it’s not that simple. That could sep­ar­ate us, oh, all kinds of things.”

“Randy, I’m not crazy. I don’t like the idea of talk­ing to a shrink, any­way. I guess it is 
fool­ish, but that was the way I was brought up. I don’t even want to talk to him at all, why 
should I tell him about us?”

“I don’t know. He is a good doc­tor and he has ways of get­ting people to un­cover what 
they are afraid to talk about.”

“He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. He was genu­ine in his sen­ti­ment 
when he spoke.

“I just don’t want to lose you right now. Everything is so good.” Tammy hugged him back 
and winked. When she spoke, it was with that funny for­eign ac­cent.

“Don’t vorry, doc­tor. They never get de secrets from me!” Randy smacked her on the ass 
and was about to open the door and re­join the oth­ers when he re­membered the pills.

“Oh, hey. I’m go­ing to get you a packet of pills to start after your period. I’ve thought 
about it, and I feel it’s the safest and best way, all around. There shouldn’t be any side ef­fects 
at all.”

She planted a kiss on his cheeks and opened the door her­self. When they went back into 
con­fer­ence, Tammy was very sober and very wary of Gary Mar­tin. She didn’t want to trip up 
on some­thing she said. Gary called Randy aside for a mo­ment, about twenty minutes later 
and spoke for a mo­ment.

“Randy, she seems like a healthy child, ba­sic­ally. I think her looks might get her into 
trouble, if you know what I mean. But that’s about it. She seems very ma­ture for her age. I 
think she’ll be­come a lovely young wo­man very soon.”

Randy felt his heart lift.

“Is there any­thing you want me to find out spe­cific­ally? If not, I don’t think it’s 
ne­ces­sary for me to see her privately. I have a feel­ing those pains will stop once her love life
gets un­der­way.”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, the mind is funny, Randy. She may be ex­per­i­en­cing some prob­lems ad­just­ing 
to her very lovely body. It is ahead of her time. She might be os­tra­cized by her peer group 
be­cause of it. I don’t think well have to worry about those pains. They’ll take care of 
them­selves.”

“I feel you may be right, Gary. I can find no so­matic in­dic­a­tion at all.”

“If she wants to see me, that’s fine, but I won’t push it.” Randy was happy and bright when 
he re­turned to the con­fab and told Tammy and Mrs. Gar­gani that they felt they would be 
able to come up with a re­com­mend­a­tion by next week.

“I don’t see any­thing very bad here. How­ever, I prefer to col­lect all the data and make 
the re­com­mend­a­tion and dia­gnosis a bit later. Can you come in again next week or would
you rather that I simply call?”

“Oh, no, Dr. Whitkin, well be happy to come by.” Tammy sparkled as she spoke, turn­ing 
de­murely, but firmly in her mother’s dir­ec­tion for the af­firm­at­ive nod. The wo­man 
quickly re­spon­ded to the sig­nal, and Randy wondered just how far she could take her 
par­ents. She was quite a girl.

Randy and Tammy had ar­ranged the day be­fore for her to call at an ap­poin­ted time, 
and when she did, Randy smiled as he spoke.

“The greatest news. Dr. Mar­tin thinks you’re a very sound young lady. He thinks you’ll be 
fine without any ther­apy, un­less you want it, your­self. He said that get­ting some love 
would be the best thing.”

“Randy are you ser­i­ous?”

“Be­lieve it or not, sex hap­pens to be a very nor­mal and healthy activ­ity. Can you make 
it this week­end at all?”

“You know I’ll man­age.”

Tammy man­aged it on Sat­urday, again, and they spent the en­tire af­ter­noon to­gether.
He picked her up at the shop­ping cen­ter, and this time, she was wear­ing a wig. Randy got a
kick out of her antics, and they had lunch in the mall, just to defy the es­tab­lish­ment. After 
the quick bite, they went back to the apart­ment and fell onto the couch, laugh­ing and 
jok­ing about the stunt they had pulled in day­light.

They made love, wildly, and ex­hausted them­selves un­til they both fell into a deep sleep. 
Randy woke first and watched Tammy sleep quietly. He en­joyed the tran­quil look on her 
face. When she slept, he real­ized that she looked younger than at any other time. When she 
was awake her per­son­al­ity took over and made the thir­teen years seem more like 
twenty-three. She was bright and en­ter­tain­ing and above all, hon­est.

He ran his fin­gers along her lips and she smiled. She was wak­ing up and auto­mat­ic­ally
grabbed for his cock. The limp sol­dier re­spon­ded cor­rectly and stiffened a bit.

“You can make me hard any time you just look at me.”

“That’s just be­cause I want him so much, and he knows it.”

“You talk about him as though he had a mind of his own, a per­son­al­ity of his own.”

“Well, he does. I read this book the other day that said that when two people are happy in 
their sexual re­la­tion­ship, that the penis be­comes a sep­ar­ate and third en­tity.” Randy 
mar­velled at this young creature. Everything she said was pro­nounced ab­so­lutely, as all 
young people do. But, more than that, there was the qual­ity she pos­sessed that made all she
said seem right and sens­ible. He thought to him­self that she could con­vince the Con­gress 
to give the prairie back to the Sioux by say­ing that they were there first.

“I have to go soon. Can we make love again?”

“That’s a silly ques­tion, isn’t it?”

“Well, I want to make love in a dif­fer­ent way. You know, sixty-nin­ing?”

“Where did you learn about that?”

“Oh, well, Randy, I can read, and I do it very well. Read, I mean.” Randy liked the idea of 
eat­ing her while she ate him. It was erotic and very mean­ing­ful. Without fur­ther ado, she 
re­versed her po­s­i­tion and Randy re­posi­tioned her body so he could get to her still wet 
pussy eas­ily. He breathed in deeply of their mixed per­fumes, and stuck his tongue into her 
damp snatch. He loved the taste and ate greed­ily.

Tammy took the still detumes­cent cock in her mouth and star­ted to suck. Al­most 
im­me­di­ately, the mem­ber began to swell to life. As it did, she would have to let more of it 
out. She could not handle all of that hard muscle and con­ten­ted her­self, in the end, when 
he was fully erect, with just the first two inches of his cock. Non­ethe­less, she sucked on it, 
and licked all up and down the shaft. She had read a book that men­tioned the tech­nique 
and was anxious to try it out.

From the moans and the gyr­a­tions that Randy was mak­ing with his hips, she was rather 
suc­cess­ful in what she had learned. He pis­toned his hips to­wards her mouth and longed to
shove his cock down her throat. The sen­sa­tions she was caus­ing were de­light­ful and he 
knew that this would be a long and lux­uri­ous come. They had fucked twice already that 
af­ter­noon and he knew he could hold out. He con­cen­trated on mak­ing her come and 
stuck his tongue into her dampen­ing va­gina.

As Randy licked and tongued her pussy, Tammy floated in the sus­pen­ded real­ity that 
sex can pro­duce. All time was the present pleas­ure, the sexual activ­ity. That one act was the 
most im­port­ant, the only thing that had to be achieved. Everything else ceased to ex­ist for 
the dur­a­tion of the activ­ity. She licked the gi­ant, pulsing head, stuffed into her pretty 
mouth and munched on the very tip of it.

Randy used both hands on her pussy, now. He poked his fin­gers into her va­gina and 
frigged her shal­lowly, just to tease her and sucked at her clit. He could tell from the 
move­ments she made that she was close to com­ing, and when she ex­ploded in the 
wild­ness of her or­gasm, he held on and con­tin­ued frig­ging and suck­ing on her un­til the 
last of the pleas­ure abated and she lay limply against him, suck­ing gently on his cock.

As soon as she re­covered from her mo­nu­mental come, she was en­er­gized and 
con­cen­trated on the won­der­ful and rock hard cock in her mouth. Randy had given her a 
fant­astic flight, and she was only right in re­turn­ing it. She con­cen­trated on suck­ing the 
hard mon­ster and never real­ized that Randy was still suck­ing on her.

Randy knew that he would come if she gave him a thor­ough work­ing, and he wanted to 
make her come again. He let her suck away, but made sure that he con­tin­ued work­ing on 
her gently, build­ing her feel­ing each time he licked lightly. He tickled her tender clit­oris and 
just traced around the open­ing to her va­gina.

Be­fore she knew it, Tammy was build­ing to a second come and as her sen­sa­tion grew, 
she sucked harder and faster on Randy. Just as he was about to make her come, again, she 
went wild and sucked hard on the stiff root. The blind­ing light hit her just as his come 
ex­ploded in her mouth. She twis­ted her hips to push her pussy into Randy’s face and tried to
hold onto the spew­ing cock sim­ul­tan­eously.

The couple bounded on the bed, push­ing into each other, jerking spas­mod­ic­ally and 
al­most un­con­trol­lably as they came to­gether. Randy man­aged to con­trol him­self, even 
dur­ing his or­gasm, to pre­vent him­self from push­ing his huge cock down her young 
throat, dif­fi­cult as it was.

Tammy drank up all the tasty juice as it shot into her mouth and greed­ily licked at any 
stray cream once the ini­tial force of the ejac­u­la­tion had sub­sided. She licked down the 
shaft and along his scro­tum and into his hair to get the rest of it, mur­mur­ing all the time. 
She was su­premely happy at that mo­ment and hoped to be able to make it last forever. She 
had never been hap­pier in all her young life.

Randy lay there, totally spent and smiled to think of the change his life had taken in so 
short a time. This young imp had cap­tured his body and his will. He en­joyed her to an 
ex­treme he was un­fa­mil­iar with. He loved be­ing with her for whatever reason it was, even 
sit­ting at a counter, hav­ing a sand­wich. She was so much fun to be with, and wanted 
everything he could give her.

So much lay ahead, but Randy forced it out of his mind and slapped her on the rump.

“Time to go, kit­ten.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

The months flew by, and every­one at the hos­pital was tak­ing bets on the change in 
Randy Whitkin, M.D. Most of the wo­men swore that it was a wo­man, someone very spe­cial, 
prob­ably that rich girl who would get him any­way. The men, though they denied 
gos­sip­ing, were more cer­tain that it might be a com­bin­a­tion of things. They knew that 
work could some­times change, ma­ture a per­son.

That one factor was be­com­ing ap­par­ent. Randy was be­com­ing more ma­ture. It may 
have been that he wasn’t chas­ing after every piece of tail that wandered into his field of 
vis­ion that caused the most no­tice­able dif­fer­ence. -And, very un­like him, he re­fused to 
talk about his sex life.

Gary Mar­tin had been anxious to pump him about Valerie Storer, but he just as­sumed 
that it just didn’t click. Donna ques­tioned Valerie, but she just shrugged her shoulders and 
said that it never got off the ground. She said that he seemed very in­ter­ested in the 
be­gin­ning, but then, he just turned cool. Any­way, she told Donna, she was very hap­pily 
in­volved with a won­der­ful man who was an ac­count­ant.

Rose­mary Brown was a bit miffed. She had en­joyed her date with Randy and felt that she
made an im­pres­sion on him. He still smiled at her when they met, but he seemed totally 
re­moved from the re­la­tion­ship they had shared just a while ago. She ad­mit­ted to her­self
that it had been no flam­ing af­fair, but it was a put-down to her ego to have him turn her off 
so eas­ily. She swore that she would only date plumb­ers and dent­ists after this. They were 
stable people, the types of people one could count on.

Gary was con­cerned that he sel­dom saw Randy so­cially any more. He had to ad­mit that
he looked good and ap­peared happy, but he felt ex­cluded. He tried to hold his per­sonal 
feel­ings in check. If the man was happy and con­tent in this new life­style, he couldn’t be 
un­happy about it. A friend was happy to see an­other grow, whatever the res­ults.

The sum­mer was just around the corner and Randy planned a three week hol­i­day. He 
had wanted to spend some time with Tammy, but didn’t know how to go about it. He 
real­ized that she would prob­ably come up with the an­swer and to­gether, they planned it.

“Oh, sure, that would be great, Randy. Ill go off on a va­ca­tion with a friend of mine, or to 
a new camp. That’s a good idea! Sure!”

“How are you go­ing to man­age that?”

“My par­ents know that I’m in­ter­ested in medi­cine. There are new camps show­ing up 
all the time. I can draft a let­ter from the school, say­ing that I have won a schol­ar­ship to the
camp.”

When Randy thought about it, it didn’t seem that dif­fi­cult at all. The schol­ar­ship would 
clear up any ob­jec­tions over money and no one would re­fuse the honor of a schol­ar­ship. 
The de­par­ture might be tricky, but they, rather, Tammy would get around it.

Randy had man­aged to over­come his hang-up about Tammy be­ing in sopho­more year
of high school. He con­soled him­self by telling him­self that she was bright, and was on the 
same time sched­ule he was when he was in high school. She would gradu­ate at six­teen and
could start col­lege right away. He had even thought about hav­ing her tutored to pass the 
ad­vanced credit ex­ams, since that could cut her time in col­lege. He knew he would feel 
bet­ter when she was in col­lege, no mat­ter how young she was.

Think­ing this far into the fu­ture struck Randy un­awares. He was think­ing in terms of 
years ahead. He never thought about mar­riage. That seemed ab­surd to even con­tem­plate 
at her tender years, but just the solid re­la­tion­ship con­tinu­ing. He never spoke to Tammy 
about it, but he thought he sensed a sim­ilar at­ti­tude on her part.

The part of the re­la­tion­ship that was matur­ing him was the re­spons­ib­il­it­ies he had 
taken on. Without any formal com­mit­ment, he wor­ried and ar­gued with Tammy about 
dif­fer­ent as­pects of her life and be­came more in­volved with edu­ca­tion, her plans and 
so­ci­ety, in gen­eral. The fu­ture took on an ad­ded im­port­ance, since Tammy would be 
liv­ing longer, pos­sibly, than him. For the first time, he wor­ried about crime on the streets. 
He wor­ried un­til Tammy got home and called him to con­firm it.

Things were work­ing out nicely, when everything was con­sidered. Tammy man­aged to 
get the phone for her birth­day, and they spoke very of­ten, when they could not get 
to­gether. But, then, she was a re­source­ful girl, and she man­aged to set up her sched­ule. 
She never tampered with her school sched­ule or her as­sign­ments, but they com­prom­ised 
oc­ca­sion­ally.

There was the time that she had a pa­per due for her bio­logy class. She wanted to do the 
re­search by her­self, but that would have cut into two weeks of their time. So, she split the 
work with Randy and they got it done in just three days. He helped her co­ordin­ate her 
notes, but neither of them men­tioned writ­ing the pa­per. But, they were very happy when 
she came up with an “A” .

One even­ing, just be­fore they were sched­uled to go off on va­ca­tion, they talked about
the places they would see. Va­ca­tion gave them more time to­gether, any­way, since Tammy 
could get away dur­ing the day, and could al­ways say she was go­ing to the beach with her 
girl friends if ques­tioned. She was so very ex­cited about the va­ca­tion. They de­cided to 
stay in the coun­try, since go­ing over­seas would re­quire a pass­port and that would get 
messy. Neither of them wanted to tamper with the law.

After dis­cuss­ing the loc­a­tion and their vari­ous tastes in va­ca­tion coun­try, they 
de­cided to spend three weeks on the north­ern Cali­for­nia coast. Fly­ing would not present 
a prob­lem. When she was dressed up, Tammy was never ques­tioned about her age. They 
had gone to sev­eral res­taur­ants in the past few months and she wanted to or­der a 
cock­tail, just to see if they would serve her. She had some Cam­pari and soda, since it was 
very con­tin­ental, and she al­ways read about it in the magazine ads. Only one out of ten 
thou­sand Amer­ic­ans drank it, and she wanted to be one.

“Wait till you see San Fran­cisco. I’ve been there a few times. It still fas­cin­ates me.”

“Can we see the bridge from the hotel well be stay­ing at?”

“No. I thought we would stay at one of the older ho­tels in the in­ner city. It’s very 
el­eg­ant.”

“Oh, well, well be able to see it when we drive to Sausil­ito, right?”

“I sure hope so. We have to drive over it!” They both en­joyed the sun and there would be 
plenty of it on the coast. Randy planned on rent­ing a car and for a week or so, they could 
roam the coast, any­where they found in­ter­est­ing. Randy was very ex­cited about this 
va­ca­tion. It was the first time he had wanted to go away with someone. He wanted to share 
his ex­per­i­ences with this girl.

Neither of them spoke of love. Tammy had a healthy re­spect for the word, as her 
gen­er­a­tion was wont to. Any play with the word was dis­hon­est and un­ne­ces­sary. They 
cared about each other and she was con­tent to leave it there. Ac­tu­ally, this was very ba­sic 
to the growth of their re­la­tion­ship. She never hemmed him in. She had a life to cre­ate. 
There was medi­cine and re­search, pos­sibly, in her fu­ture, and un­like her older 
coun­ter­parts, she saw no in­com­pat­ib­il­ity in serving the two needs in her at once.

Just as she planned, Tammy had her par­ents leave her at the ter­minal for the bus that 
would take her to the camp group. She then stole away and met Randy in the park­ing lot. He 
had sup­plied her with lug­gage and clothes, since there would no way to bring the kinds of 
clothes she would want on their va­ca­tion. She stowed her duffle bag in the back of the car 
and re­packed her bikini.

“I want to take that along. It’s new and I bought it to wear with you.” All the way to San 
Fran­cisco, Randy thought about how Tammy would look in that bikini that was her sur­prise 
for him. He liked to think of other guys banging their heads against the sand when they 
real­ized that she was with him. She had a gor­geous body.

Everything went very well, and the first night, they went to the Blue Fox for din­ner. He had
been there once be­fore, and was very im­pressed by the res­taur­ant. Every­one talked about
it and he wanted to share this with Tammy. The dress she wore, with a plunging front, 
dis­trac­ted some of the other pat­rons, but no one asked her for proof of age.

In the cab, on the way back to the hotel, Randy put his hand on her waist and pulled her 
close to him. They had not yet made love in this en­chant­ing city. But, back in the room, 
Tammy dug into the suit­case, and ran into the bath­room with an imp­ish grin on her face. 
Randy had packed most of it for her, but he didn’t pay much at­ten­tion to the ba­sic­ally 
fem­in­ine things that she care­fully packed. He just gave her money for the clothes she 
needed and she bought them at the shop­ping cen­ter back home.

When Tammy emerged, she stood in the door­way to the sleep­ing area of the room. She 
was wear­ing high-heeled pouf slip­pers and a trans­par­ent pink neg­li­gee. When she 
opened her mouth, the ac­cent was de­cidedly, French.

“Mon­sieur, I am so grate­ful that you save me from that ter­rible wicked man, I simply 
must show you how much I am grate­ful, non? Is that how you say eet in Amer­ican?”

Randy wasn’t too con­cerned about what she said. He just watched her walk over to the 
bed and there was no way in the world he could keep his cock from jump­ing to at­ten­tion. 
Tammy perched fetch­ingly on the bed with her legs crossed, vir­gin­like.

“Randy, I just couldn’t res­ist it? I hope you don’t mind. It was kind of a sur­prise, like the 
bikini?”

Randy didn’t an­swer her. In­stead, he pulled her to him. He crushed her fant­astic body to
his and kissed her deeply. He slipped his hand down along her back and cupped one of her 
ass cheeks in his hands. He squeezed and she jumped against him. Tammy and Randy rolled 
over onto the bed and she landed flat on her back.

Randy looked at her, sprawled with the high-heeled slip­pers for­cing her legs into a 
lus­cious curve on the bed, since her knees were bent. She was the pic­ture of the pro­ver­bial
sex-kit­ten. She was tender and soft and the pink of the neg­li­gee be­lied the erotic nature of
its ap­peal. She was wait­ing to be taken and give all she had to him.

The hem of the short gown was just above her lovely hips, bar­ing her in­vit­ing and soft 
patch. Randy rubbed the flat of his hand over the down in cir­cu­lar move­ments. He 
con­tin­ued the cir­cu­lar teas­ing, and then, pushed one fin­ger in between her lips. When 
his fin­ger hit her clit­oris, she moaned, and gyr­ated her hips up­ward against his hand.

“Kiss her, Randy. Please.”

The “please.” was more of a ritual with them now. They both en­joyed touch­ing the other 
and giv­ing pleas­ure in any way they could. Her eyes were soft, but the prom­ise of. Ec­stasy 
was un­mis­tak­able. She watched as Randy bent and, with the tip of his tongue, licked the 
very tip of her clit­oris.

“Ohh! Randy, I’ve never felt any­thing like this. You’re a won­der­ful man.” Even in the heat
of pas­sion, her hon­esty and genu­ine char­ac­ter showed through. To her, there was no 
dif­fer­ence in any time of the day, whatever the activ­ity. She looked at him with a 
ten­der­ness that was new to her, too. She had never shared any­thing like this with an­other 
hu­man be­ing. It was not based on just the sexual nature of their re­la­tion­ship, either. She 
cared about his work­ing hard, and was in­ter­ested in all his cases, ex­cit­ing or routine.

Randy worked his tongue across her sweet pussy and laved down­ward, to give her the 
pleas­ure she had come to crave from his lips. She loved the way he would lick into her 
va­gina and then frig her with his fin­gers after he had made her wet. The touch of his tongue 
was enough to drive her wild.

This night, how­ever, Randy de­cided he would make love to her in a very spe­cial way. He
wanted her to ex­per­i­ence every pleas­ure he could give her. He left her mound and inched 
his way down her thighs, kiss­ing and lick­ing as he went along. Randy tongued the area 
be­hind her knees and was creep­ing fur­ther down her smooth, soft body. He was just 
reach­ing the soft skin when she be­came rest­less.

“Randy, honey, I’m hot! Touch me again.” Randy smiled at her and blew a kiss to her from 
where he was.

“To­night, I will show you some­thing that is very spe­cial. Just re­lax, kit­ten, you’ll get 
every ounce of pleas­ure you want.”

“I don’t know if I can... re­lax, that is.”

But she had lost Randy’s at­ten­tion. He was lick­ing down her calf and then he gently 
pulled the puffed slip­per from her dainty foot and kissed the sole and then each toe. He 
knew that he was driv­ing her crazy. He im­me­di­ately went to the other foot and re­peated 
the pro­cess. His plan took him back up the other leg and then onto her thigh, but, when he 
got to her pu­bic area, he just blew across the dampen­ing hair, and went on to lick her 
na­vel.

As Randy stuck the tip of his tongue into her na­vel re­peatedly, Tammy squirmed on the 
bed, but she resigned her­self to this longer ver­sion of what she craved. She was learn­ing to 
ac­cept things in his way, too. Then, too, she was fas­cin­ated to find out the en­tirety of this 
tech­nique.

Randy pulled the filmy pink gown up as he went up and then kissed her rib cage. He crept 
up one breast ever so slowly and then, lightly, kissed and caressed the nipple. He put it into 
his mouth for just a fleet­ing second and then let go. Tammy moaned and pushed up to­ward 
his mouth, but it was use­less. He was onto her other breast and nipple.

“Oh, Randy, I can’t take it any more! I’m all wet. Feel it honey.”

“Pa­tience, baby. Just a little pa­tience.”

Randy was onto her neck now, and then, he kissed her deeply. She seized his tongue in her
mouth and sucked on it to show him her need, but he only re­trieved it and con­tin­ued in his
jour­ney. He teased her ears and bit her ear lobes, and then, he pushed her over onto her 
stom­ach. He traced fig­ures down her ex­quis­ite back and when he got to the small of her 
back, he kissed the firm flesh and made suck­ing sounds against her skin.

Now, how­ever, Randy star­ted to have real fun. He began to plant small kisses on the top 
of her but­tocks, first one and then the other. Tammy squirmed against the bed. She was 
hot­ter than she had ever been in her life. She held her breath in ex­pect­a­tion. Randy had 
never yet played with her ass to any real ex­tent. The first time they were to­gether was the 
most they had dealt with it.

Randy tongued his way down the crack of her firm der­ri­ere and spread them with his 
tongue. He, how­ever, found her as­shole and tongued gently around the tight ring. He gently
pushed his tongue into the small hole and Tammy shrieked with the pleas­ure.

“Oh, Randy, Randy! Oh, it feels so won­der­ful! Please, don’t stop!” Randy did not need 
any coach­ing. He licked around the puckered hole again and again, but made her wait an 
ag­on­iz­ing mo­ment be­fore he pen­et­rated her again with the tip of his tongue. He 
brought his fin­gers into play now, and poked his fin­ger into her va­gina, which was 
drip­ping with honey by now. He eased his fin­ger into the tight pussy and frigged her very 
gently and shal­lowly.

Tammy was be­side her­self with ex­cite­ment. She felt the rise of pleas­ure in her body 
and then, as Randy pushed his fin­ger into her va­gina again, she closed her eyes and let the 
waves of her or­gasm wash over her. She moaned at first, but, then, she grabbed hold of the 
pil­low and writhed on the bed.

Randy was with her dur­ing her come and would not let up on his ma­nip­u­la­tions. He 
wanted to give her every bit of pleas­ure he could. He was thrilled to know that he had given 
her an or­gasm so early in their sex play for the night. This might be a night to set re­cords for
them.

“Go ahead, baby. Take it, take it all! It’s all there for you!” Randy coached her gently, 
coo­ing to her moans and groans of ec­stasy. He lapped at her honey when she fin­ished and 
lay there purring deep in her throat. She was still lost in the mu­sic of her or­gasm and floated
gently, a smile com­ing to her lips gradu­ally. When she fi­nally came around, she opened her 
eyes wickedly and pouted at him.

“You made me suf­fer all that time, but I loved it!”

“Did you? We’ll have to re­mem­ber that for the fu­ture.” Neither of them was aware of 
the seem­ingly in­no­cent word he had just used. They con­tin­ued to make love, with Tammy
tak­ing the ini­ti­at­ive, this time. She knelt over him and kissed the tip of his rock hard cock. 
He had a king-sized hard-on from the treat­ment he had given her. There was a drop of 
se­men wait­ing for her hungry lips and she swiped at it with her tongue.

“Mine, all mine.”

Tammy purred and grabbed the cock with both of her slender hands. She made a face and
made as if to wrench it from his body. She was play­ing, but Randy watched her with a warm 
glow in his heart. He liked the sound of the words she had just spoken. Without fore­thought, 
he spoke up.

“It is, if you want it to be.”

Tammy looked at him. She caught the mean­ing of his words and a ghost of un­cer­tainty 
clouded her beau­ti­ful eyes for a mo­ment. But she shook her head and, without look­ing at 
him she said very softly, “I think so.”

Then she changed her tone, and the lilt was back in her voice and the sparkle in her eyes.

“I guess I’ll have to make a few test runs to see if the mer­chand­ise is work­able, sir.” All 
the while, she shook and rubbed his cock, so de­li­ciously, that he for­got the ser­i­ous­ness 
of the pre­vi­ous mo­ment and closed his eyes as the ec­stasy over­came him. He lay there, 
and let her bring him al­most to the point of com­ing, when he could no longer hold out.

“Lie down! I’m go­ing to shove this cock into your throat, from the other end!” They were 
both very hot, again, and Tammy let her­self be taken very will­ingly. She spread her legs wide 
for him and as the thick ar­row pierced her flesh, she moaned and ground her hips to get him 
in faster and deeper. She wanted him as much as he needed her at the mo­ment.

Randy poun­ded his hips against hers, driv­ing his cock deep into the tight, de­li­cious 
pussy. He reached bot­tom and then pulled out al­most all the way to stroke. But his plans 
went awry. He was too damn hot to stroke evenly and in just an­other mo­ment, he felt the 
build-up of cream come pour­ing into his cock. Then it was too late to do any­thing but shoot
her full of it.

“Honey, I can’t stop it! I can’t help it!”

“Fuck me, Randy, please!”

Tammy joined him in a wild and mu­tual or­gasm that sent the pair writh­ing and jost­ling 
against the other, fight­ing for the most from each body. Randy sawed his cock in and out of 
the con­vulsing pussy and never stopped un­til he felt her con­trac­tions lessen and cease. 
She thrust her body against him wildly all the while and came to rest when she was totally 
spent.

Randy and Tammy nestled in each other’s arms. They were both very mel­low from the 
won­der­ful trip they had just taken to the ex­tra­ter­restrial land. They joined the po­ets and 
the philo­soph­ers in their de­term­in­a­tion that there was that some­thing ex­tra in life. It 
had to be searched for and then held onto.

In this frame of mind, Tammy snuggled her lips un­der Randy chin and worked her way to 
his ear. She spoke only two words, and in un­gram­mat­ical sense, to boot.

“I want.”

Randy felt his heart jump. In their own agreed way, neither said any­thing else. But they 
both lay there think­ing. Think­ing if it could be. There would be many prob­lems, he 
sup­posed, but his in­come and his prestige in the com­munity would help. Maybe they 
would change as time went on.

Randy could not help but ac­know­ledge the pos­sib­il­ity that they would grow and live 
each day. Their re­la­tion­ship was like any other. People changed every day. They were no 
dif­fer­ent. But, if they wanted to make it, they could. Love could move that moun­tain and 
con­quer just any damn prob­lem.

Randy and Tammy pulled apart for a mo­ment. They shared a very tender look. Many 
would bet against them. So what. Life was meant to be lived by every­one. And that was just 
what they would do. Live and love.

THE END
