"I don't see what else I could have done."
"How can you say that?"
"After half an hour of what he'd been doing to me, how else was I suppose to react?"
"You let him play with your ... private parts?"
"He'd been playing with the rest of me."
"But you let him!"
"I didn't let him. I didn't want him to. But he did. He's a doctor. I was having an examination. I expected him to touch me."
"But he wasn't wearing gloves!"
"I explained. The nurse had gone to get some."
"Coming back tomorrow!"
"What was I meant to do? Tell him I'd come back tomorrow?"
"You should have."
"Miss Granger. I am just eighteen. He is a doctor. I respect him. If he tells me it's okay, then it's okay."
"It was hardly okay."
Cherri Siew closed her eyes. She shook her long black hair.
"Okay, okay," said the teacher, slowing down, putting a hand on the shoulder of the girl. "Where else had he been ... 'playing' with you?"
"I had my clothes off. Everywhere."
'Did he touch your breasts?"
"Yes."
"For long."
"For quite long. Yes."
"The nipples."
Cherri Siew's eyes dropped to the floor. "Yes," she said, sounding tight, a little annoyed. "I told you. He was arousing me. He stroked my breasts, caressed them, played lightly with my nipples."
"Only lightly?"
The girl closed her eyes. Talked slowly, distinctly, as if to a child. "At first he did it lightly. But once the nipples had enlarged, become hard, then he scratched and squeezed them as well."
"In between doing it lightly?" the young teacher's voice had softened.
"Yes," said the girl, eyes still closed, head still bowed.
"Was he exciting you?" the teacher asked softly.
The girl looked up, a tiny frown beginning to grow on her face. "I'm only eighteen, but I am very sensitive in a lot of places. All girls my age are. We are growing up. When a man touches us, it excites us."
"Don't tell me it's happened before!" the teacher exclaimed.
Cherri's eyes were back on the floor, her head was shaking again, she sounded frustrated and angry, "No. It has never happened before!"
"But you've thought about it?" Miss Granger challenged the girl.
The pretty student shook her head. The equally pretty teacher then shook hers. She brought her hands together on her lap. She was leaning against the girl's desk. The girl was standing before her. They were the only two in the classroom. Outside it was already dark. The teacher reached a hand forward, the expression on her face softened further, and she said gently, as her hand went to the girl's face, "So ... tell me what happened next?"
"I've told you," said the girl, sounding exasperated, head down, her teacher's fingers in her hair.
"You lay on the examination couch. He hadn't any gloves and asked you if it was all right to examine you without them. You said it was. The nurse had already said they were out of gloves. She had left early. Just the doctor and you were left in the room. So ...?"
The girl angled her head very slightly to the left. Her teacher's fingers were at her ear, under the cover of silky hair. Her teacher was stroking the lobe. Calming the girl.
"So ..." the girl took it on, "he examined me, and as he did he told me take of more of my clothes, then some more, until eventually I was lying naked on the examination couch."
"Had he touched you while this was going on?"
"Yes."
"How?"
"Feeling me. First over my clothes, then asking me to take the garment off, then he stroked my skin beneath."
"Did he squeeze your breasts?"
"Yes."
"With the bra on or with it off?"
"Both. He talked about a healthy nipple when he was cupping my breast with my bra on. Then he started to arouse it with his fingertips, over the bra. When it was hard and pointed he wanted the bra off."
"Did you want it off?"
The girl shrugged. The teacher's fingers were now inside her ear, playing with her softly. She ran her fingers and hand further into her hair, over her scalp, then back to the ear. Cherri was unconsciously rolling her head against the teachers soft touch, keeping her eyes on the floor. The teachers eyes were on Cherri. As she caressed the girl her head angled left with the girl's, the look on her face one of care.
"Did you?" the teacher repeated. The action of caressing the girl had brought the two closer together. Their knees, the teacher's legs stretched out in front of her and parted, the girls held together, between them, were touching. Their faces were mere inches from each other.
"He had been arousing me," the girl explained, quietly, her face a shade redder than before.
"On the breasts?"
"All over. Before I took my skirt off he'd caressed my legs and thighs. Before I took my blouse off he'd caressed my neck."
The teacher's hand dropped to the girl's neck. Cherri had a smooth pale neck and when the teacher's hand gently stroked it the girl stretched her chin out the way, her eyes lifting up off the floor. Her eyes met her teacher's. The two were about the same height -- Miss Granger maybe slightly the taller, but leaning against the desk as she was, legs out in front, Cherri in the V of her legs standing straight, their eyes were on a level. Cherri was prettily built, in a girlish way. Miss Granger was fuller, more curved, with larger more rounded breasts than her pupil.
"When did you first feel aroused?" the teacher asked, stroking the girl's neck.
Cherri closed her eyes. Her head angled up towards the ceiling. "Almost right away. When he touched me, even when I was dressed. Even before I got up on the examination couch. His touch was not like a doctor's. It was too soft for that. His touch was more a caress. He just stood in front of me, reached up a hand, and cupped my breast. Then moved his hand against me."
"Like this?"
"Mmmh ... yes."
"And then?"
"He ... sort of pressed it ... Ngrrr!"
