Maybe I should explain how this all started, it may seem strange to some people, but loneliness can be a terribly sad thing to deal with, Bill Jones and his lovely wife Pamela had lived next door to us for several years and in that time our two families had become very close, I shared many confidences with Bill and vice versa, we helped each other out with anything, no matter what.
After my wife Jean passed away suddenly, I realised just how good it could be to have a friend like Bill, I had become very insular, not bothering about a social life, I did all I could to bring Cathy up properly, provide good food, pay the bills, see that she had some friends and a normal school life, as much as any single parent can possibly provide, but what's normal for a teenage girl without a mother?
Bill and I began to spend more time together and then he told me that Pamela wanted to help Cathy out if she could with the womanly side of life that every girl needs to learn, I thought this was a great gesture and I welcomed Pamela's help, not least because I was finding it difficult to think about sex at all and I certainly didn't relish having to talk about it with my daughter!
Sex for me became something not to think about at all, my sex life with Jean had been good and living next door to the Jones's was often very interesting indeed, they were at it like rabbits a lot of the time, very uninhibited, Pamela is a very attractive woman and Bill is just a randy sod, but sneaky with it!
Then we have young Julie, growing up just as fast as Cathy, she has a fuller figure than Cathy, gets it from her mother I suppose, along with the darker looks, she was turning into a stunner and there I was, surrounded by these beautiful women and a horny old sod who never did much to hide his feelings, Bill always liked to share a dirty joke with my wife Jean.
I tried very hard to stay aloof from sexual thoughts, if we had a barbecue and the ladies wanted to go topless I ignored them as much as possible, even though Pamela has the most amazing nipples, they nearly always seem to be erect, protruding like perky acorns and I've often wondered what they look like when they are getting it on together, Bill was always giving me the old nudge and wink routine about the girls developing assets when we occasionally got to see them.
Outwardly I did quite well at this, but at night it was a different story and I was having real trouble sleeping, I discovered that wet dreams are not just something that plague teenage boys, drawing more and more into myself and determined to stay away from carnal matters, I decided to find a new hobby, writing was something I'd often fancied trying and I did have a lot of free time to fill.
Soon I was spending most evenings at the computer, listening to music was nice and television is full of sleazy late night sex anyway and good for me to avoid, like every author though I needed a subject to write about and never having been very passionate about anything much I was finding it hard to get started, I had not written anything more than the odd letter since my school days so it's no wonder I was rusty.
In order to write successfully, you need to know your subject and I soon came to realise that my own life experiences were quite limited, I struggled with this fact at first as I tried to develop themes for a story, but none of them got beyond the first few pages before drying up which was quite frustrating.
I asked myself what do I like to read about, crime thrillers, historical fiction, most people who write that stuff seem to be retired detectives or journalists, they probably all had a better education than me and I was feeling very uninspired, then one afternoon as I was sitting at the keyboard, for some reason my mind drifted off and I started to fantasise about an attractive young lady in a doctor's office, she was standing behind a screen taking off her clothes prior to having an examination.
"Do I need to remove everything doctor?"
"That is the general idea Miss Smith."
"Oh yes, yes of course doctor."
The young blonde gulped as she unclipped her bra and shrugged forward to let her breasts hang free of the cups, her nipples were hard and she fiddled with them, then thought how chilly it was in the room.
GET A GRIP GIRL, IT'S GOT TO BE DONE!
"Could I hurry you please, we have a lot to do."
"Just coming doctor."
The girl stepped out of her lacy panties and put them on the pile with her other things, totally unaware of the two tiny cameras observing her, then she picked up the small white towel and tried to wrap herself in it like she would have on a beach, but it was too small to go round her body so instead she just held it to her front as she peeped round the edge of the screens.
"I'm ready doctor."
Dr Brown didn't turn from the desk, he seemed riveted to his computer monitor.
OH WELL.....MUST BE A BUSY MAN I SUPPOSE.
"Very well my dear, let's have you then shall we?."
FUNNY TURN OF PHRASE?
The girl stepped out cautiously clutching the tiny towel, the doctor said nothing so she went to stand by the couch, Doctor brown was a senior doctor but not old and wrinkly, something of a father figure to a woman of twenty two maybe, but then she spotted the stirrups and the enormity of what she'd soon have to do hit Megan Smith like an express train.
MY GOD...THIS OLD FART'S GOING TO LOOK RIGHT UP MY CRACK IN A MINUTE!
I came out of my daydream as the study door opened and Bill's smiling face appeared.
"Not shut away in here again Dave, it's bloody lovely outside!"
That's when I realised that the girl in the doctor's office was not in my imagination, but right there in front of my eyes on the screen, for all to see!
"Hey Bill, how are things mate?"
ACT CASUAL.....
"I just came round to see how you were doing Dave and here you are at that desk again, you must have loads done by now, can I see what you're up to this time?"
Before I could stop him or hide the screen, he was leaning in to read my words and reaching for the spare chair.
"Why you sly old dog, Doctor Brown indeed, well there's a coincidence!"
I was horrified that he'd caught me, he pulled the chair closer.
"Come on then, don't let me stop you, what happens next?"
"It's nothing really, just a mindless doodle."
"Yeah, cut the crap Dave, now I know what you get up to in here all day, can I stay while you expand on your story.....if you know what I mean?"
I was going to offer an excuse of some kind, be all meek and mild like usual, and then I thought.....wait a minute, I'm not harming anyone.....let's see where this goes and I continued to type.....
The doctor was reading Megan's notes instead of looking at her.
"Now Miss Smith, I'm going to start today with an internal examination, will that be okay for you, have you had one before my dear?"
"Yes doctor, not with you of course but I know what has to be done."
Megan was a very attractive young lady and she sounded nervous, the doctor knew it might be best to offer some reassurance.
"Would you like the nurse to attend?"
"Yes I think I would, if it's not too much trouble."
"Not at all Megan, if I may call you Megan, I try not to be too formal as this can get rather personal."
Doctor Brown pressed the intercom and asked the nurse to come in and Megan waited patiently, trying to stay calm, but knowing full well it would soon get very personal indeed!
Megan stood by the couch, it was covered in a white sheet stretching to the floor, the tiny towel only just covered the girl's top half as she held it to her front but Doctor Brown already knew that she had nice tits and her light blonde hair was delightful, he'd followed her every move as she had undressed, for some strange reason she had left her short stockings on, maybe she was cold but the doctor liked them so he didn't mind!
"Why don't you get up on the couch and lie back, just try to relax as we prepare."
