Date: Fri, 26 Oct 2007 04:22:08 -0400
From: J W <jw1137@hotmail.com>
Subject: Doctor Peters 2

PREFACE:

Vice Principal Emily Miller's sexual awakening begins in `School Nurse's
Delight' part 5. You can read about her adventures with Annie, Melanie and
Nurse Crawford there. See if you notice the mention of characters from any
other of my story lines. I'm thinking of running a contest to see who's
first to correctly connect characters to other stories. I just can't figure
out what the prize would be.

I'm always glad to hear your comments and criticism.

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Emily Miller guided her champagne colored Lexus through the familiar
streets toward her home. For the second time that week she arrived in her
bedroom with her undergarments in her briefcase. She tossed the soiled
panties and pantyhose still clumped together in the clothes hamper and
collapsed on her bed with her forearm over her eyes. She simply could not
come to grips with the change in her fifty two year old life. In less than
seventy two hours she'd gone from a self satisfied, asexual high school
vice Principal to a wanton insatiable lesbian. The metamorphosis had been
too monumental and too fast. She tried to cast her mind back to a time
before she'd over heard the two students having lesbian sex in the nurse's
office. It wasn't long ago according to the clock but it was centuries in
the school administrator's mind. No, there was no going back. `Just hearing
Melanie say suck my clit cannot be the cause of all or this' the forlorn
woman agonized.

Emily reflected on the meetings she'd had with the two teenaged girls, who
by some self-serving logic were responsible for her altered state. `Those
nymphs played me like a violin' she conceded. Both young women had exposed
just enough of their nubile bodies to set the VPs blood boiling; but why?
Why had the mere sight of Melanie's breasts and Annie's pussy had such an
impact? It was a conundrum. `You need help lady!' the tortured woman
acknowledged. `I'm going to get it! Tomorrow I'll see doctor Peters and
tell him the problem... Well maybe not the whole thing, but enough to get
referred to a psychologist or a psychiatrist; somebody who can help me
understand what the hell is happening to me.'

`Oh dear God, then there was Nurse Crawford this afternoon' the wretched
woman lamented. `She knew I was vulnerable and she took advantage' Emily
concluded, remembering the mutual cunnilingus in the nurse's office just
hours ago. `But the pleasure! The pure bliss Mary gave me I'd do it again
in a second'. The memory had already started the feeling in her lower
abdomen that she couldn't recall experiencing before Tuesday night. The
feeling that grew and got hotter until it enveloped her whole pelvis; the
feeling that turned to a tingling between her legs and a pinching in her
nipples; the feeling that eventually shut out all reason and demanded
satisfaction at any cost. THAT feeling!

She forced the thought out of her mind, `think about something else' she
commanded herself. Dragging herself off the bed she went to the kitchen and
began to prepare dinner. Food preparation was sufficiently engaging to keep
the monster at bay. As she ate her nicely seasoned stir fry she began to
formulate how she would address her concern with the doctor tomorrow. That
troubling puzzle carried her through the evening and continued to revolve
when she drifted into a restless sleep.

Emily rehearsed a hundred combinations of words over breakfast on Friday
morning. The ones that were comfortable to say were much too vague. The
phrases she had a problem imagining saying to a doctor, she'd yet to meet,
were more likely to get her the help she was after. `You're goin' to have
to swallow your pride and tell it like it is' she determined by the end of
the morning.

When the three fifteen bell rang she shut down her computer and headed for
the parking lot through the throng of students milling around. "Hi miz
Miller" Emily turned toward the voice calling the greeting. There were
Annie and Melanie standing with another slightly smaller girl. All three
were smiling at her. She could have had any one of a half dozen reactions
to the greeting. The one that materialized was a sexual charge. The pulse
in her womanhood shocked her but she thought she covered well returning the
smile.

"Good afternoon ladies" she responded without breaking stride. `Their
talking about me' she reasoned. Then with a confidence that had been
somewhat shaken in the last couple of days; `I hope they're saying nice
things' the vague shadow in the back of her mind about what the girls might
be saying caused her sex to twitch again.

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Jennifer, Dr. Peters' nurse, was even prettier than she sounded on the
phone, not to mention younger. `If I saw her walking in the school I
wouldn't even be sure she was a senior'. "If you'll follow me, please." The
young woman in the pink scrubs said as she picked up a file from the
counter and started toward the back of the suite. Emily dutifully followed.
Flipping open the door of an examination room the cute nurse said "have a
seat the doctor won't be long." The high school vice Principal entered the
room with a tense sounding

"Thank you" sensing the woman's unease Jennifer put her hand on Emily's
upper arm and said

"Relax, trust me it won't be so bad." Emily wished the words carried
greater weight with her nerves. She sat in the chair beside the small desk
and glanced around the room. She didn't know for sure if she had been in
this particular one when Dr. Griffin was still practicing but they were all
pretty much the same. She had grown sort of accustomed to her pubic
coiffure but now sitting in the doctor's office on the vinyl chair looking
at the stirrups ominously sticking out of the end of the examination table
she once again became very aware of its baldness. She hoped the pinches
she'd felt in her pussy on seeing her teenaged tormentors had not generated
any unusual moisture down there. `Could it get any more embarrassing?'

Emily was no movie buff, not even much of a fan but she would have sworn
the woman who just opened the door was Angelina Jolie. The face was so
iconic you could not stand in a supermarket check out without seeing it.
The woman properly attired in a crisp white coat entered quickly, closed
the door behind her and turned back with her hand extended "Hi I'm Doctor
Peters." `Why did it never occur to me that doctor Peters could be a woman'
Emily was speechless. She half rose from her chair and accepted the hand
being offered. Both women were surprised at the firmness of the other's
handshake. The doctor took her place in the desk chair. "So how have you
been?" Cynthia Peters asked scanning the file open on the desk. That in
Emily's view was a loaded question.

"In general I've been very well. I've had some changes lately that I'd like
to discuss."

"And what might they be?" the doctor asked looking up from the desk
top. `Here we go, you can't chicken out now!'

"Well they're concerned with sexual response." Emily was pleasantly
surprised at how easily the words came out. The Doctor's eyes returned to
the chart.

"You're fifty two years old; correct?"

"That's right."

"Are you still menstruating?"

"Yes, yes I am." Emily hadn't anticipated the question but recognized that
it was very valid. `I've never even thought about menopause' she realized.

"So what are the changes that are concerning you?" Cynthia asked looking
her patient in the face if not in the eye.

"It'll probably come as a surprise but I have recently experienced a huge
increase in libido."

"So would you say your libido was OK before this increase?" the doctor
probed

"Frankly I don't think I had one." The school administrator replied
thinking `now we're going to get to the tricky part'

"Do you have any idea what might have caused this rise in sexual desire?"
Cynthia was looking at her patient quite differently now. `She looks
wonderful for her age. She would have no trouble passing for ten years
younger, maybe more. She has a high firm looking bust, not large but
probably on the high end of average; legs look trim and fit. The only thing
giving her away is the graying hair. That's easy to fix if she wants
to. Quite an attractive package all in all.'

As the good doctor was scanning her, Emily was struggling to formulate a
reply. `Well ya see Doctor I over heard these two students munching each
other's pussy, so I went home and diddled myself to climax for the first
time in about thirty years. Then the next day I confronted them and after
they exposed themselves to me I came right there in my desk chair without
even touching myself.' That would be the truth but she knew she couldn't
say it. `I've been trying to figure out an answer for this all day with no
success. What would make you think one is going to come to you now?'

"I sort of have some suspicions... but not really, no, I don't know." She
finally said. "I guess I was hoping that an exam would turn up a physical
cause if there is one. If not then I suppose I'd need some counseling."

"Alright then, I'll step out while you change into this gown" Dr. Peters
said picking up the well washed blue cotton cover up someone had so
efficiently laid on the paper cover exam table. "I'm sure you know the
drill but things have changed a little since your last visit. Jennifer, my
nurse, actually nurse practitioner, does most of the preliminary part of
the exam. She reports any findings she thinks need my attention. Then I'll
check a few things and then we're done, OK?"

"That's fine" Emily said but it wasn't. She had braced herself to have a
man looking at her, touching her, in the most intimate way possible. She
hadn't had time to adjust to the idea of the Angelina look alike doing
it. As she'd been sitting having the embarrassing conversation with her
doctor, she couldn't help giving the attractive woman an appraisal.
Dr. Peters' impressive chest was hard to ignore. It made the rest of her
body look tiny though it really wasn't that small. `When did a fascination
with other women's breasts start?' Emily wondered but it really didn't
matter it was a fact. `It's not just breasts; it's the whole female form
that I am suddenly finding erotic.' With her mind wandering in this mine
field the vision of Annie's pussy came into her head. Her nipples started
tingling and there was a hum beginning in her crotch. To make matters worse
now the cute little nurse was apparently going to play a major role in the
ordeal.

Jennifer would have fit in perfectly with the trio of students that taunted
her as she left school forty minutes ago. By some crazy transposition Emily
now envisioned all four of them; Annie, Melanie, Jennifer, and the little
one, whose name she didn't know, waving to her as she got into her car. She
took the robe from Cynthia's hand, and the dark eyed full lipped physician
left the room. The VP took off her jacket, hung it on the clothes tree and
began unbuttoning her blouse with shaky fingers.

Outside the door Cynthia leaned against the door post composing herself.
Taking liberties with patients was part of her bedside manner. She always
managed to stay acutely aware of the responses and increased, decreased, or
stopped her sexual touching altogether in concert with them. At least half
the time she was able to `get her kicks' without upsetting her victim.
Occasionally she got the big reward when the unsuspecting patient really
got into it. In truth the doctor found the clandestine touching; the
subtle, excusable erotic stimulations during the examination to be the most
thrilling part. She had long ago accepted the fact that it was a form of
rape. Watching her patient get progressively more excited while usually
trying their level best not to be, was Cynthia Peters fetish. For the omni
sexual doctor it was extended foreplay that almost always left her in such
a state of arousal that she thought she'd explode. The orgasms she had
after one of her examination room gropings were mind blowing.

Jennifer approached from the rear of the suite. "You look a little
frazzled" the nurse commented when she reached her boss.

"Yeah, well I wasn't expecting this to be a particularly stimulating
physical, but I'm changing my mind."

"How so?" the cute `too young looking to be a nurse' woman asked stepping
closer to the horny doctor.

"Apparently miz Miller is concerned that she's recently had a sexual
rebirth and wants to know what caused it."

"Ooo do I get to do the preliminary?" the nurse asked as she brought her
hands up to her bosses evidently erect nipples. Cynthia glanced quickly up
and down the hallway and seeing no one allowed Jennifer's skilled hands to
provide the attention the large bumps where demanding. The nurse's fingers
on her breasts made Dr. Peters knees go weak and the simmering between her
legs took a leap toward the boiling point. Her head began to swim as she
grabbed the younger woman's hands and pressed them firmly into the ample
spongy flesh beneath her blouse and bra effectively stopping the too
intense stimulation.

"I told her you were a nurse practitioner, so you'd better pass that
course. I don't like lying to patients."

"Oh I'll pass alright!" Jennifer said; her hands squirming in Cindy's
grasp. "Do you know who the instructor is?" it was a rhetorical question.
"Cattie Smithers!" the nurse said with glee. The very mention of the name
was enough to cause a jerk in the doctor's pussy. The doctor and the
athletic miz Smithers had met about a year ago at a charity bicycling event
run by the hospital. Recollections of their `cool down' exercises were
indelibly printed on Cynthia's mind.

"Have you been sucking up to your instructor?" Cindy said in mock
consternation.

"What do you think?" Jen replied, finally withdrawing her hands. Then she
took a step to the side and tapped on the examination room door. "Are you
ready miz Miller?" she called. Hearing the affirmative response the cute
little blonde opened the door and shot a wink back over her shoulder as she
closed the door behind her.

Emily was shocked out of her contemplation by the knock on the door. She
was sitting on the crunchy paper looking down at how short the examination
gown was. Standing up, the washed out blue cotton was down to her knees,
but sitting it was not much past mid thigh. `My legs still look pretty
good.' She was trying to concentrate on anything to avoid thinking about
the imminent arrival of the young nurse, her bald mons that seemed to get
quivery at every stray sexual thought and the examination ordeal itself. `I
wonder if I am aroused enough for it to be noticeable?' is the question she
was pondering when she heard the rap on the door. Jennifer Walker
practically bounced across the room. "It's supposed to be a really nice
weekend" the nurse speculated making conversation with her evidently
nervous patient as she washed her hands.

"Mm hm" was the best closed lip affirmative the high school VP could
manage.

For the next couple of minutes nurse Walker looked in Emily's eyes, ears,
nose and throat. She then took the stethoscope hanging around her neck,
inserted the cool disc between the ties at the back of the gown and put
Emily through some breathing exercises. Through out the process Emily
looked at the far wall or the ceiling, anywhere but at the young woman
doing the examination. When Jennifer stepped away from the table and hung
the stethoscope around her neck again she asked very softly "Would you
lower your gown for me." It wasn't a surprise but Emily's heart, never the
less, skipped a beat as her shaky hands went behind her neck to release the
tie. Sitting there with the gown not covering much more than her pelvis she
looked at the far wall and felt the coolness of the examination room air on
her exposed chest.

Jennifer Walker was obsessed with breasts. It was her fascination with the
quintessential female attribute that defined her sexuality. So when her
patient lowered her gown, right on cue the nurse's pussy clenched. Standing
a little more than arms length from the nearly naked woman on the exam
table, she stared openly at the mounds of flesh that invariably sent her
heart racing. She was a connoisseur but remarkably had no preferred type or
size, she loved them all. So it was with an expert eye that she appraised
the objects of her passion. `Nice size for her frame, about a `B' and
almost no sag. That's amazing at her age' all poured through her mind in
the first five seconds. `Her areolas are smaller than average' the nurse
continued to assess `not much bigger than two of her small fingers in
diameter. The nipples looked like a dented little gumball a top the dark
brown circle. The nipple had a gradient to its color. The brown at the base
gradually lightened to the point where the very tip was almost pink.

Still staring at the far wall Emily was aware of her young admirer taking a
step forward. When the small warm hands contacted the cool feeling outer
contours of her boobs she couldn't help but inhale sharply.  Her eyes
dropped to her chest to add visual identification of the sensation. She
felt and watched the pressure pushing the firm flesh up and in toward the
middle. It was as if her nipples were being lightly poked with a pin. When
her eyes found the face of her assailant a groan escaped her throat. The
face she saw was not that of the bubbly young nurse, it was Annie Braun's
face! Emily had to close her eyes because the room had begun to spin. Some
part of her brain was shrieking `where the hell did that come from' but
another part was holding the image of the teenager's face in spite of her
eyes being closed. The mental turmoil was not sufficient to drown out the
pleasurable sensation of her breasts being squeezed.

"I'll need to be very thorough" Jennifer was saying "you'd be in a high
risk group because of your age." She heard the words but was not able to
process the thought. On average doctor Griffin's exams had lasted about
thirty seconds; and that was for both sides! The vision of lying on her
back and having her doctor slip his hands under the gown to perform this
procedure now materialized in Emily's mind. This was very different. The
prickling sensation in her nipples had changed to a sort of bloated
feeling. She knew that they didn't change shape very much the just got a
deeper shade of pink and became much, much firmer as the tissue absorbed
all the blood it could hold. `I wonder if she knows how hard they are?' the
school administrator considered through her rising arousal.

She needn't have wondered. The breast expert had been watching the woman's
`gumballs' intently since she began her `exam'. The only thing more
stimulating for Jen than the sight of the whole mammary was watching how
different nipples looked as they transitioned from flaccid to erect. There
really were no two alike. Well maybe the two on the same chest, but no two
sets. Her own tender points had long since come to full attention. When
Jennifer's thumbs pressed on the miniature cherries Emily could not stifle
the groan. The throbbing in her pussy was becoming intense. Emily felt as
though her pussy had been struck very hard by something very soft, like a
sock stuffed in the toe of another sock.

Next door in her office doctor Peters visualized the examination her nurse
was performing. Cupping her ample breasts she pulled on the tips that were
urgently trying to fight their way out of her blouse and bra. Her womanhood
throbbed its need for attention, but she would not touch it; not yet. In
the examination room the cute little nurse was laying her patient down.
Emily's body was tingling as her examiner swung her legs up onto the
crunchy paper. Jennifer squeezed her eyes closed and open several times in
an effort to clear her clouded vision. Her vulva ached and the crotch of
her pink scrubs was now three shades darker. She knew that one touch and
she'd be turned into a writhing mass on the floor but with super human
restraint she willed her shaky hands to do their nursing duties. She was
trying to learn from her boss and mentor and restrain the urge to rush the
climax but her arousal was so intense that she wondered if she could
actually hold it back and retain consciousness at the same time. Moving
very carefully so that her saturated thong did not further stimulate her
reverberating sex she managed to get Emily stretched out on the examination
table and place the aroused woman's heels in the stirrups. The VP was aware
that she was being moved but the flood of sensations coursing through her
body was like a thick veil over everything. She felt the movement but it
was muted and seemed somehow distant.

Jennifer was pleased with herself and felt she had gained the upper hand on
her excitement. The pressure and throbbing from down below was still there
but she no longer felt as though she would cum any second. Refocusing on
her task she retrieved the speculum from the drawer. Applying the
lubricating gel according to procedure to the paddles the nurse had to
smile. It was obvious from her patient's magnificently presented vulva that
additional lubrication was not required. Sitting down on the low
examination stool Jen felt her own wetness squishing all over her pudendum.
She inhaled deeply of their mingled scents before warning her patient of
the imminent invasion "Just relax for me honey I know this is usually the
worst part." Emily didn't think she could be more relaxed but when the cool
metal contacted her burning lips she twitched. The nurse, from experience,
waited for the involuntary movement to subside before wiggling the
diabolical instrument between her patient's labia. Emily was disappointed
as the intrusion brought her back to the here and now. The unique sensation
of the tool being inserted up to the hilt felt different than it ever had
before. Of course it did. Normally while this procedure was being performed
old doctor Griffin would be asking her about her vacation plans or about
some earlier mentioned situation at school to distract her and obviously
she'd never had the thing shoved up her when she felt so swollen.

Nurse Walker performed the Pap smear quickly. Emily was surprised as the
speculum was collapsing that the pressure had actually felt kind of
good. She was amazed at the empty feeling left behind by the departed steel
spreader. Jennifer had wheeled away to place the instrument on the counter
when the door opened. Emily let her head roll to the side at the sound and
the nurse also looked up as the Angelina look alike doctor said "Are you
ready for me?"