Date: Wed, 26 Feb 2003 15:45:57 -0500 From: Jennifer Rose Subject: Just What the Doctor Ordered, Part 1 This is a true story. Please observe the usual disclaimers about sex between women. Thanks. Email me if you like it. Just What the Doctor Ordered I'm a 20-year-old sophomore at a small Southern college and play sports, like I have all my life. In high school I won letters in four sports, which is pretty rare because there are only three seasons. But when I came to college I decided to concentrate on soccer, which has a regular season in the fall and a more informal practice season in the spring. When I came back to school this year I was having knee problems of the kind that occured a few times in high school. The team trainers told me not to practice until it got better, and my coach said I should limit my conditioning to the pool for a few weeks. Just to be on the safe side I made an appointment with one of the orthapedic clinics in town that works with the college athletic department. I went to the office and got called back, and after a few minutes the door opened and I was surprised by who came in. The doctor, wearing the usual white coat, was a young woman who looked like she was about 17. She was very petite, barely 5 feet tall with a slim body. Her short blond hair added to her youthful look. She introduced herself as Stacey and after a few plesantries, began examining my knee. I am sure I looked uncomfortable and she told me to relax. I finally blurted out something stupid like "so are you like an intern?" She laughed and said "No, I'm a real doctor but am just starting out here. I did my residency in Florida and just moved here a few weeks ago. I'm 27, but everyone says I look a lot younger, I guess because I'm so short. It's a curse that I get carded everywhere, but I guess I'' be happy about it when I am 40." After that I felt much more comfortable, and we chatted even after she had finished the exam. She concurred that I should take several weeks off from soccer and swim in the pool to keep the weight off my knee. She mentioned that she had been contacted about working with some of the track athletes because she had run track and cross country in college. "Maybe I will go out for track," I said, not realizing how it might sound. Fortunately she just smiled. I left but thought about her all that day. I found myself really attracted to her. Just a week later I was doing laps at the school's pool. The place was nearly empty since it was a Saturday morning. When I was finished, I grabbed my towel and went back into the locker room. At almost the same time, Dr. Stacey came in from the weight room side of the locker room. We both looked up and did a double-take. "I see you're following doctor's orders," she said. I was dripping wet, standing there in a old one-piece Speedo. She looked really good in a cut-off t-shirt and a pair of those tight bike shorts. "I've been doing my workout too. Are you headed to the shower?" "Sure," I lied. My original thought was to pull my sweats on and head back to my dorm room and go back to sleep. But this was too good a chance to pass up. Stacey pulled off her sweaty shrit. She had a jog-bra on and I noticed that her stomach was flat as a board. She was pretty muscular for someone so small, and when she turned to throw her shirt in her bag I also noted a really nice round ass. In less than a minute she had stripped the rest of her clothes off. Her breasts were small but perfectly round, and crowned by tiny dark brown nipples. I also noticed that she had shaved her pussy hair. Wow. She was amazing. She grabbed her towel and headed to the shower area. I shucked my suit off as quick as I could and followed her. Now I'm very proud of my own body, as I am very fit and curvy in the right places. But it did feel a little weird standing beside Stacey in the shower because I kept stealing glances at her. I thought she was doing the same to me, or was it my imagination? We chatted in the shower, mostly she asking questions about me and about the school. After we finished we both put on t-shirts and jeans, only I noticed she didn't take time to put on underwear first! When we were done she said "so, what have you got scheduled the rest of the day? And have you had breakfast?" "No" I answered. "And nothing scheduled. Most of my friends have gone home for the weekend." "I know a great little place that serves breakfast all day. Why not join me?" "Sure." This was getting better and better. At the restaurant it was more of the same small talk, but she seemed a little flirty too. She asked about boyfriends and things like that. Another thing that I liked was that she liked to touch a lot. You know how some people are quick to put their hand on your arm as they talk to you. She was like that and her touch send electric charges through me. She had beautiful eyes and a wide smile. I was already hooked. Finally she paid the check and as we walked out she said "Would you like to see my apartment or shall I take you back to your dorm?" "Oh, I'd be glad to see your apartment." I said. And how. We drove a short distance, mostly in silence. Once we got there we looked around her townhouse. There were still a lot of boxes around and it was clear she hadn't had time to finish unpacking. We walked up the stairs to her bedroom, tastefully decorated with mission-style furniture. She sat down on the bed and continued talking about painting the room a different color and that kind of thing. Finally she said "why don't you sit down?" It took me off guard but I moved to the bed like i was in a trance. I sat close and she slipped her arm around my waist. "You're a beautiful girl," she said. "You don't mind being here?" "No," I stammered. She leaned forward and kissed me softly on the lips. It was nice. "Jennifer, have you ever been with a woman?" "Once in high school," I said, trying to be cool. "And my roommate and I played around a little last year." She leaned forward and kissed me again, more forcefully this time. I felt her tongue tease my lips and I opened my mouth and met the tip with mine. Her other hand went to my leg, and it felt hot. We began kissing more passionately. My hand went to her breast, feeling it through the thin cotton material of her shirt. Her nipple hardened against my fingers and she groaned into my mouth. She cupped one of my breasts and fire shot through me. I broke the kiss and pulled her shirt off in one quick motion, then bent forward and began to kiss her dark little nipples, first one and then the other. She shivered and both hands went to my head, stroking my hair but holding me tight while I tongued her nipples. After a couple of minutes of this she raised up and said "I want to see you naked again. I was about to cream in the shower looking at your hot body." We stood up and I pulled my clothes off as she stepped out of her jeans. Then she pushed me back on the bed and pushed my legs apart. In seconds she was lapping away at my sex, slurping deep inside to lick my juices, which were flowing freely. Her tongue pushed down and then swept up to target my clit. I was about to cum when she suddenly raised up and said "roll over." I did as the doctored ordered and she began licking my slit from behind, which felt heavenly. Then she began licking at my asshole. I jumped as she made it wet and then probed with the tip of her tongue. At the same time, she put two fingers inside my sex and began jerking forward. The action of her finger-fucking and her tongue on my asshole was too much, and I began a long series of orgaisms, groaning loudly into her bedspread. WHen I was done cumming she lay back and parted her legs, looking at me and pulling me on top of her. She reached to caress her pussy but I pushed her hand away and went down on her with everything I had. I loved the fact that she was shaved clean, and I licked her clit for several minutes as she bucked her ass off the bed. Then grabbing her beautiful ass cheeks with each hand, I drove down into her wet sex, licking, chewing, even using my nose. After a short time she flooded my face with her cum, screaming loud enough to startle the neighbors, I'm sure. "You need a towel," she laughed, looking at my wet face. "Not so fast," I said. "Don't I get equal time with that beautiful ass of yours like you did to me?" Her eyes got big. "Go for it." I pulled her up and then bent her back over the bed so her ass was standing high in the air. She stood on tiptoe and wiggled it. I crouched and began worshipping that lovely ass. Then I began to rim her, and slid a finger inside her in imitation of what she had done. Then another. She was so wet. She pushed back against my fingers and my tongue. "Oh God, I love it," she growled. "I'm going to cum again." She did, her screams muffled into the bed this time as mine had been. We both tumbled to the floor together in a heap, laughing. "You sure you've only been with a couple of women?" she asked as she put her arms around me, cocking an eyebrow. "Well, maybe there were a few others..." I said. (more to come...)