Lara had finally got the job she had always wanted. After marrying young and having two children very quickly, she had returned to her studies, gone to medical school and was now employed as the doctor at the very same boarding school she had attended as a young girl. Dressed in her white coat, she sat at her desk and awaited her final appointment of the day. She had been looking forward to this moment ever since she had been appointed.
Normally under her white coat she would wear a white cotton blouse and a sensible knee length skirt, appearing to be the model professional that the nuns who ran the school had employed her to be. Today, however, was different. Today she was waiting to conduct a leaving interview and medical examination with Sara, the first girl in her year to reach her eighteenth birthday.
Sara, the doctor knew, was a very shy girl. In this all-girl boarding school none of the pupils had much chance to become acquainted with boys of their own age and the only male presence in their lives during school term was the few male teachers on the staff. Sara, Lara had noticed, became embarrassed very easily when she was giving guest lectures on biology and, while some of the other girls had gasped aloud when she had been teaching them about human reproduction, Sara had blushed a fierce shade of red and lowered her head to prevent any of her classmates from noticing. That was when Lara knew who her first conquest would be.
She smiled as she heard a tentative knock on her door and, standing up, she went over and opened the door herself.
"Come in, Sara," she smiled.
The young girl smiled nervously and entered the doctor's office with no little trepidation. She knew that she would have to undergo a full physical examination and she had barely slept last night worrying about this. Everyone said the new doctor was nice and she had certainly seemed so the other day in class but the things she was talking about had embarrassed Sara so much that she knew her cheeks were burning and she hadn't been able to ask any of the many questions she had. She also noticed that the new lady doctor must be wearing a very short skirt today because she could see none of it below the level of her white coat which only came down to mid thigh level.
The doctor showed Sara to the waiting chair in front of her large wooden desk. This was a desk that Lara knew well since the Headmistress had once spanked her as she lay across it but she physically shook her head to remove this image from her mind. Not that she wasn't aroused by the memory but she knew she had to keep her mind on this young beauty sitting in front of her.
For Sara was indeed beautiful. She was almost as tall as the doctor herself, slim, her fitted school blouse showing off her figure well, her short uniform skirt falling to just above her knees. Lara knew that this was shorter than regulation and wondered if the girl had flaunted the uniform rules in any other way. When she was a pupil here she had hated the large navy knickers that all the girls had to wear and had substituted them for her own tiny thongs. She was wearing her favourite white one today and already she could feel her pussy moistening just a little as she looked at Sara's shaking hands held clasped on her lap.
"Now, Sara, you know why you are here, don't you?"
"Yes, doctor."
"Good. Well, I will make it as enjoyable as possible and you can help by trying to relax."
"Relax?" thought the schoolgirl. "How can I possibly relax? And what did she mean by making it enjoyable."
Lara could see the confusion in the girl's face and smiled to herself. She was going to have fun with this young virgin, because she was sure that's exactly what Sara was β a virgin girl, waiting to be touched, waiting to be fucked. She sat back down at her desk facing the nervous girl and took up her pen.
"I have a few questions for you, Sara, and I want you to answer them as honestly as you can. There is no need to be embarrassed as no-one will ever hear your answers apart from me so you can be totally open. Do you understand?"
Sara simply nodded, knowing that she always got embarrassed when older people said there was no need.
"Good. Now, do you have a boyfriend?"
The schoolgirl didn't know what that had to do with anything but nodded as the doctor looked up from her file.
"And do you let him touch you?"
Sara could feel her face turning an even deeper shade of red, wondering where this line of questions was going to lead, knowing that she didn't want to be led there.
"Yes," she managed to utter.