Doctor Samantha Taylor, somewhat exhausted from the wake up call she had just experienced, left the young nurse and boy to sleep and dream. She smiled to herself, imagining Trevor's body replenishing another quart or two of his warm, thick, viscous semen with those millions of healthy sperm just ready to find that fertile egg.
Even though Jenny was a bit older than Trev, Jen was starved for the raw sex that a growing boy provide her after months of sexual famine.
As she sat at the little table in the coffee room, Sam's cell chirped with a text. The message was from Sarah, daughter of a good friend and med school classmate, Linda. Sam hadn't seen Sarah since she was eight...maybe ten years ago. She remembered the girl as very pretty...long blond hair, crystal-blue eyes perfectly wide set over that cute little nose full lips and a dainty little cleft in her chin. Sam could only picture the extremely cute little girl as she had seen her last but wondered how she'd grown up since. Sometimes cute, pretty kids lose that natural beauty as they grow. Sam read the text:
"Hi, Doctor Taylor! It's Sarah Hart! You probably don't recognize this number and you may not remember me, but I just got into town on a quick visit. My national dance competition starts here in town on Tuesday after the holiday and I was going to stay with my grandparents to let them catch up with their "little precious". But, OMG!!, they're gone on a cruise!! (That's what I get for jumping on a plane without thinking and checking with themβΉ.) Anywaze, since my return flight isn't until late Tuesday night after the competition, I need a place to crash. Any ideas? I texted Mom for your number and I'd love to say hello and, if you know of any place I could sleep over, I'd be forever grateful!! ICYMI, I'm 18 now! An adult!! Text me anytime. Hoping, hoping, hoping - Sarah"
Sam carefully read Sarah's text again. As she read, her pulse quickened a little for some reason. She immediately texted back:
"Sarah!! Of COURSE I remember you!! π. How could I forget that gorgeous eight-year-old!! LOL I'm so sorry your room and board plans left you without a cozy bed to sleep in but I insist that you come and enjoy the weekend with me!! I have to stay in the clinic through late Monday night nursing an out-patient under special observation but you're welcome to crash at my place while I'm stuck at the office. Just come by the clinic right now if you want and I'll give you a key to my place. I live just a couple doors down. I can't wait to see how you've grown, Sarah! If you still look like you did my last visit, you're a knock-out!! Lemme know! - Sam"
Sam texted Sarah her Google Maps location. Sarah replied,
"AWESOME, 'Sam'!! Thank you SO MUCH!! BTW, Yup: I'm grown now. P.S. It looks like I'm five minutes away. I have an UBER. See ya!!"
Wheels turning in Sam's head, she quickly shed her silk robe, quietly entered the bedroom where Trev and Jen still slept soundly and hung the robe up. Sam then ran into the exam room, grabbed her white blouse and skirt. No panties? Where did they go? No time!! Sam jumped into the black skirt, threw on the white blouse, tucked it in, stepped into the black patent leathers and made herself as presentable as possible for the "little girl" soon to arrive.
As she rode in the back seat of the UBER, Sarah was remembering a beautiful, exotic, gorgeous woman who visited her mom ten years ago. She remembered being in awe of Doctor Samantha Taylor and smiled inwardly at the little girl crush she had on her. Now, she was going to see her again and, somehow, her pulse was quickening, and she almost felt embarrassed. Why? The doctor had signed her text "Sam". Did that mean Sarah was promoted to adult in the doctor's mind? 'Hope so! Sarah was a grown woman now even though she was still a "little girl" in one way. No boyfriend yet. Dance training took up her entire young life beginning at age five and boys had always been too shy and afraid to ask her out for some reason; Sarah remained a virgin.
The UBER driver pulled up in front of the nice house with the clinic sign posted at the curb. Sarah observed a townhouse complex a couple hundred feet further. Probably where 'Sam' lives. Sarah thanked the driver and walked toward the clinic door, her large backpack over her shoulder. Sarah took a deep breath as she tried to slow that heartbeat... What's going on with the body? Sarah tapped the doorbell.
Samantha was nervous for some reason, not knowing how to handle the young teen's impromptu visit. So many things happening since last night. The last thing she would probably want Sarah to know about was the fact that, in the bedroom of this house, there was a beautiful 18-year-old boy and a gorgeous 22-year-old (yes: 22) nurse sleeping in each other's arms nude.
The soft door chime startled Sam back to the moment and she walked to the door. Sam opened the door to a vision that stole her breath: The heart-stopping, incredibly beautiful model of a young girl/woman she had ever laid eyes on! Long blond hair in a French braid, perfect smooth, lightly tanned skin, sparkling, twinkling, and pale blue eyes anyone would want to get lost in. This 5-feet, 7-inch beauty wore a simple crop top and worn, tight jeans that were painted on a body that was so obviously in perfect shape from years of dance training. "My GOD!!", Samantha silently murmured to herself. Now, Samantha's pulse was quickening.
"Sarah!! My GOD!!", Sam stammered as she attempted to control a sudden rush and maintain composure. The two went into a quick like-old-friends hug at the threshold. Sam felt Sarah's body practically melt into hers as the two immediately accepted each other as new, close friends. The young dancer's perfect body was quickly evident to Sam - firm thighs pressed forward, solid but soft abs encountering Sam's body just above her pelvic bone in a friendly, warm hug. Sam could feel moisture forming between her legs and a clear line of precum fluid beginning its trip down her left inner thigh. Panicking, Sam fervently wished she had found that thong earlier! And Sarah's breasts!! My Lord! This third grader had grown into a super model with natural C-cup breasts! Sam could tell that Sarah wore no bra under her rather short crop top. Samantha could tell their perfect teardrop shape by the way the hard nipples pressed slightly upward. Sam broke the hug and held Sarah away from her so she could get a good look at the girl. Beautiful. That not-so-conservative thin cotton crop top ended no more than a couple inches below those nipples. Succulent. Wait...this is an 18-year-old child. Get a grip!
Sam managed to stutter, "Come on in, Sarah. You can drop your backpack there. Is that all you have?"