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This is about seduction more than sex, but it is about sex too.
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Dox By Christina di Filippo
1-- Mel
My name is Melissa, but everyone calls me Mel. Mel means honey in Portuguese, and people say the name fits me well. I wonder!
I am 26 years old and work as a physiotherapist in a large hospital in São Paulo. I specialize in pre- and post-surgery care such as mobility and physical therapy, cardio-respiratory therapy, and emotional and psychological support.
I was born right in the boondocks of Brazil, as the single daughter of a bank manager and a housewife. My mother was very religious and belonged to an evangelical church whose rules she obeyed strictly. The older she got, the stricter she became, to such an extent that one day my father -- whom I loved dearly -- left home. That was the key to an even stricter observance of her church's rules. I had to dress in church-approved clothes, have my hair done according to a church-approved style, and avoid contact with non-members. My life was planned so that I would marry a church member and become another victim of their religious system. I didn't fight with my mother; I just couldn't breathe. Any thought that deviated from the church rules was met with a barrage of scoldings and penances. In other words, my teenage years were pure hell.
A couple of weeks after I turned 18, my father died, leaving me a considerable amount plus the house where my mother and I lived. My mother started pestering me that I should make a substantial donation to the church. That's when I caught a bus, without warning anybody, without any luggage, apart from a change of underwear and my notebook, and came to São Paulo alone, to start a new life. As soon as I got to São Paulo, I called my mother and told her that I had left and had no intention of coming back so soon. Her reaction was not the reaction of a mother, but that of a church member that saw me renege on my obligations.
"Are you going to get married outside the church?"
"Marrying is the last of my preoccupations just now!"
"And when are you making your donation to the church?"
After a few seconds, "Never!"
"Your soul must have been enchanted by the devil. I will ask the bishop to call you."
"Bye, mom!"
One of my first tasks in São Paulo was to get a new phone number and cancel the old one. I had decided to burn the bridges behind me.
The second task was to open a bank account, transfer all my money, and find an investment adviser. I found that if I didn't overspend, I could live off the income from my inheritance without using up the principal.
I spent a few days trying to understand the city, without a single soul to orient me. I was able to rent a studio in a decent neighborhood and settle down.
I then went to look for information about university courses. In Brazil, some public universities do not charge tuition or fees and, for this reason, are very sought after. The ratio between candidates and openings in physiotherapy is 20:1 and in medicine 100:1. I signed up to take the physiotherapy test, which would happen in four months.
I used the four months to cram for the tests. I didn't go except for food. I took the test and after some nail-biting days, I learned that I ranked 28th out of 25 spots. Three more weeks of biting my nails, waiting for three people ahead of me to drop out. That ended up happening, and I was the last one in. It wasn't brilliant, but I was in!
Here I was, living alone, without debt or any major financial commitments. And without a church to dictate my life. One of the few remaining rules of my mother's that I still observed was that I didn't shave my private parts. I kept the area around my pussy short, using scissors, but I could not reach my ass area. On the one hand, I didn't have anyone for whom I should do more than I was already doing. On the other hand, getting somebody to do it for me was the path to damnation and hell. I shaved my legs up to my groins (which, by itself, would certainly get me a long stay in purgatory), and that was that.
I spent the time before classes started doing what normal teenagers do. I was discovering a new world! I went to the movies, to the mall, bought new clothes (different from my earlier ones) and so on. One day, I walked into a hair salon and got my hair cut very short, in a pixie style.
I made a few female friends in college, but nothing to write home about (pun intended). A few guys tried to get closer, but there was no exchange of pheromones. After a few clumsy kisses, and some rather rude caresses, I swore off men. Listening to my friends, I very quickly learned about masturbation. Believe me or not, this was new to me! I ended up finding out some porn sites that had a variety of videos, some of them about lesbian love. Every night I would watch them, alone in my room, catching up with many years lost.
When I was in the third year of college, the church was able to track me down in São Paulo with the news that my mother had died. I flew back for the burial, out of some undeserved respect for her. After the service, the bishop came to me and asked if I didn't want to donate the house to the church. I said, "You wish!"
"It would make a nice tribute to your mother."
"She doesn't deserve any tribute."
I donated the contents of the house to the Salvation Army and hired a local real estate agent to arrange for its sale. I was cutting my last link to a very unhappy part of my life.
2-- Dox
Maria Eudoxia Correia e Castro Guimaraens. I had never seen such a beautiful name. It exuded nobility, as did its owner. You would expect that such an upper-class gal, with such a name, would be a person who looked down on people who didn't come from the same background as her. You could not be more wrong.
Though Maria Eudoxia is among the rarest names I know, everybody called her Dox. When she became an MD, she became Doc Dox, a joke she accepted with a smile.
Dox is one of the most elegant women I have ever met. Scratch that. The most elegant. She is not very tall, probably 5'9" or 5'10" in flats, lean, with, I guess, B or C-cup breasts and a perfect posture, always standing straight. She had a permanent smile on her lips. If she didn't have that name, Mel would be the adequate name for her. She is sweet, with a musical voice and the ability to give full attention. Despite all that, at 34 she is still single.
She attended medical school and graduated as the top student in her class. After that, she specialized in surgery on the female reproductive system. At her age, she was already one of the leading specialists in her field.
3-- Mel + Dox
I met Dox at the hospital where we both worked. I was a trainee physiotherapist, and she was already becoming a well-known name in her profession. The French use an expression for love at first sight -- coup de foudre -- that means being hit by lightning. That is what I felt when I first met her.
A physiotherapist helps to prepare the patient for surgery and, most importantly, helps him or her to recover the respiratory or movement abilities after surgery. In the case of surgery on the female reproductive system, learning to control peeing is oftentimes a major issue. That involves not only muscle control but also psychological support. No one accepts peeing their pants calmly.
For some unexplained reason, Dox liked my work and took me under her wing. She gave me a lot of work and a lot of feedback. She was sweet, and patient, but very demanding. I learned a lot with her, and she encouraged me to train to become an ICU physio.
Our contact was mainly professional, but sometimes we happened to have lunch at the same time, and she always invited me to sit with her. We could not be any more different. I was a loner hillbilly, and she was a social star, speaking many languages and traveling around the world at various conferences. She never used that to show off; on the contrary, she nudged me to study, publish, and learn languages.
It took me quite a while to be capable of writing my first paper, which was part of the requirement to become a full ICU physio. Dox revised it umpteen times and made lots of suggestions. She didn't write it for me, she just pushed me in the right direction. After I passed all the tests, she arranged for its publication, which made me very proud. When it was published, she threw a nice party in a restaurant near the hospital. She just couldn't invite everybody because ICUs are non-stop businesses.
She raised a toast, "To Mel, for her first of many articles!"
I replied, "To Doc Dox, the hardest, strictest, but the sweetest mentor one could wish for!"
I won't say we became close friends, but even though she was a 33-year-old reputed doctor, and I was a 25-year-old physio at the beginning of my career, we developed a camaraderie. I was deeply in love with her, but never crossed the line. She never showed that she understood my feelings towards her.
One day, we were having lunch, and she asked me out of the blue how old my mother was when she died.
"I was 22, so she was 44, I think."
"What of?"
"I knew very little about that period of her life. By then, we were estranged. At her funeral, the people at the church mentioned she had had ovarian cancer, but there was nothing I could do, so I didn't explore the subject."
She thought for a moment and asked, "Have you discussed that with your gyno? Who is she? Or he?"
I felt embarrassed, and replied, "Well, I don't have one."
"Which doctor oversees your gynecological exams?"
I felt even more embarrassed, and replied, "Well, I don't have one, either."
She straightened up and leaned against her chair, "What? I can't believe you, Mel. You are a health professional!" She held my hand and said, "I don't want to alarm you, but you belong to a risk group if your mother's cause of death at such a young age was indeed ovarian cancer."
I tried to reply, but could not find anything sensible to say. She looked at her phone and said, "Tomorrow at 4:30 you will come to my office, and I will examine you!". Just like that, it was a command, not an invitation. I was very embarrassed and agreed to go.
4-- Dox becomes my doctor
The following day, I got to her office at 4:30 sharp. She wasn't there but sent me a message, "Finishing up a procedure. Will be 20 minutes late." Doctors' minutes must be longer than 60 seconds because she arrived at 5:15.
She started by taking my personal medical history.
She asked about my present illnesses, complaints, and disorders. I replied none to all of them. Then the usual questions, whether I smoked, gained, or lost weight and exercised to which I replied no for all three.
She looked at me with furrowed eyebrows, "A physiotherapist that doesn't exercise?"
"Well, I walk to and from work whenever it isn't raining and get a lot of exercise with my patients."
Then she asked about diseases in my family members. I couldn't reply to that question, which led to a long conversation about my personal history and my relationship with my mother. I became emotional because that is not an easy subject for me, and I never discuss it with anyone. She let me tell my story without interrupting. I must have cried a river because I used up all the tissues in the box she offered me. She, as usual, was smiling and friendly the whole time.
"Have you never sought help from a professional? A psychologist, an analyst?"
"According to Mom, the church is the only psychologist one may ever need. Talk to your pastor, she would say."
"Mel, I understand now how your teen years must have been difficult. I understand the sort of load that has been crammed into your brain. I understand how difficult it must have been to escape from your mum and her church, and how brave it was that you did. It is a new life now, and I am here to help you in any way I can to un-cram all that load."
She stood up and said, "Let us start with your physical health first. Strip naked, please." She then weighed and measured me. "Now hop up here." She tapped to the gynecological chair, where she took my blood pressure.
I was very nervous because nobody had ever seen me naked since I was a toddler. Removing my clothes was difficult, especially if you consider that all I wanted was to be naked with her. I climbed onto the chair with my knees together. She looked at me surprised.
"You don't believe in shaving, do you?"
I blushed and said, "It's one of the few remnants of my mother's rules."
She asked me to recline to examine my breasts. She showed me how to self-examine them and what I should be looking for. She squeezed my nipples looking for secretions, and although it was a medical procedure, the sensation of her hands on them was highly erotic. I started to get wet.
She then, very gently, placed my legs on the stirrups. At 25, it was the first time anyone looked at my pussy, and Dox was exactly the one I wanted to do it. She pulled a stool and sat between my legs and very gently examined the external part of my pussy. She pushed the hood of my clit, and it jumped out. While she was very professional, I was full of erotic thoughts. I was getting wetter by the second. She then opened my labia and looked into my vagina. I am sure I was very wet by then. She couldn't miss it.
"Are you a virgin, Mel?"
"Yes," I said, blushing as if I had done something wrong.
She then got a speculum, pulled a strong examination lamp, and opened my vagina, looking inside. She collected a smear and explained, "That will go to the lab".
Following that, she lubricated one finger of her glove and said, "I will insert my finger in your rectum. It may be a little uncomfortable, but it will be quick." She then did it as told, and I felt a pleasurable sensation. I never thought that having a finger up my asshole would give me pleasure, but I think I squeezed her finger and moaned.
All in all, the exam was simple, but it got me very excited. She must have seen and smelled my pussy, but didn't say anything.
She requested a couple of blood and urine tests and said, "That's all for now. When you get the lab results, let me know so we can schedule your follow-up appointment."
One week later I returned, and she told me everything was OK. "You must find a gynecologist and repeat the tests next year. If you don't know any, I can recommend a couple that work here at the hospital."
"Why not you?"
"Firstly, because I am a surgeon and not a gynecologist. Secondly, because you are a dear friend of mine. I doubt it, but that may affect my judgment. Why run the risk?"
5-- Dox becomes my friend
After my appointment with Dox, her relationship with me changed somewhat. Instead of talking about the weather or hospital politics, for instance, she became much more interested in me. In a way, she admired the fact that I had been able to leave my past behind and come to São Paulo by myself at such a young age.
She wondered how I managed to leave my hometown of 40,000 people and come to São Paulo, with its 11.5 million, without ever having been here before. She wondered how I, who had spent my entire life caught between the ideas of the church and my mother's madness, managed to become independent all of a sudden. She wondered how good a student I must have been to qualify for a place in the state university on my first attempt.
"You are a brave girl, Mel."
"It's not bravery alone. You know the boiling frog story."
One day -- a Friday -- she asked me, "Do you trust me?"
"Yes, I do. Why?"
"Tomorrow you will come with me."
"Where?"
"Surprise!"
On Saturday, she picked me up at home and took me to a waxing specialist. She introduced me to Lena, the specialist, and said, "Lena, this is the girl I talked to you about. She needs your services. Badly." Then, she turned to me and said, "Lena is the best. She will take you from the 19th to the 21st century in a couple of hours. I will pick you up at home tonight at 08:30". And then she left. So, for the second time in a couple of weeks, I was naked with my private parts exposed. Lena did the whole shebang, armpits, pussy, and ass, in addition to a few spare hairs on my breasts. All I could choose was the shape of the part above the pussy (I chose a small triangle). Pussy and ass were waxed off, positively not the best experience.
It was exciting that I was becoming a closer friend of Dox's. It was even more exciting to know that she thought about my pussy and helped me to "come to the 21st century." When I got home, I masturbated thinking of her.
Later in the day, I sent Dox a message asking what I should wear, and she answered, "Whatever you want. Jeans and a nice shirt, or even a nice t-shirt or a light dress will do." I ended up opting for the dress, just because I had one that I had never worn before.
She picked me up past 09:00. I think doctors haven't grasped the concept of punctuality.
Dox was gorgeous in a light dress with a short skirt that showed half of her thighs.
"You look beautiful! Where are we going? I will not be up to the competition."
"You do not look bad yourself. We are going to a party, and you will look amazing in that dress." was the only answer I managed to extract. Thank goodness the car was dark, and she didn't see me blush because of the compliment.
The party was in a large house on an enormous plot of land in an elegant neighborhood. It belonged to someone in her family, and the celebration was for the thirtieth birthday of a cousin of hers. She introduced us and they looked like sisters.
"This is Mel. The sweet girl I talked to you about." And then, "This is Angela, my beloved cousin who is turning 30 today, against my advice."
Her cousin welcomed me and said, "Oh, Mel, I've been so eager to meet you. Dox has been telling me nice things about you."
I thought, surprised, "Has Dox really been talking about me?"
Angela winked and pulled me into the middle of the party, introducing me to several handsome guys and stunning girls. I was offered drinks, which I prudently refused, and I was invited to dance, which I had never done before. Dox came out of nowhere and saved me, taking me to the dance floor and whispering a few basic rules, "Try to move your body in synch with the music. Don't worry about what people will think about your dancing prowess. They are all worried about what you think about theirs."
She then pulled me by the hand, and we started dancing together. After a few moments, I think I got the gist of it. That was when she disappeared and left me alone in the middle of the floor. Several guys and girls appeared in succession out of nowhere, danced with me (or was it just in front of me?), and disappeared again. Some of them invaded my personal space, which, in the beginning, was a bit frightening. But then I got used to it, and even liked it, especially when the girls did it. Dox then came back to rescue me, and we went to the bar (yes, there was a bar) and drank water.
"Are you enjoying yourself?"
"I wasn't prepared to have so many different things happening all at once. The church parties back at home were rather different.
"Haha, I bet they were."
Dox then pulled me back to the dancing floor just as the DJ switched to slow music. She hugged me and started to dance, "Follow me." I tried my best, and we danced to a couple of songs. I felt I was in heaven. The aroma of her perfume, the warmth of her touch, the closeness of our bodies, and her nipples rubbing against mine ... Oh my, I thought I was going to have an orgasm there and then.
Again, she disappeared suddenly and left me talking to Angela, her cousin. She asked, "Are you and Dox dating?"
I was unprepared for that question. I blushed and replied, "No".
"I just interpreted it wrong, then. Sorry if I have embarrassed you. I love Dox so much, I just want her to find the right partner. She is such a wonderful person."
"That she is. But we are just good friends."
She left the conversation at that, and we both went around, chatting and dancing with almost everyone at the party. The next time I met Dox, she asked me if we could go home. She said she was tired and wanted to sleep for the next 36 hours, if possible. When we said goodbye to Angela, she kissed me and whispered, "She is such a wonderful person."
Dox drove me home. I asked whether she would come up, but she said no. She wanted to drive home safely and hit the sack.
When I got to my room and stripped, my panties were wet with my pussy juice. I lay down on my bed and masturbated while thinking of that `wonderful person'. To be truthful, I did it more than once, trying to recollect our dance. I wondered whether Dox was a lesbian and whether Angela was making that clear to a thick-headed girl.
Dox and I talked a few times the following days, until one day she asked, "The Monday after next is a holiday. Can you arrange your rotation at the hospital so we can go to my parents' beach bungalow from Thursday evening to Tuesday morning? There will be a bunch of people around and it will be a non-stop party."
I asked surprised, "How big is your parents' bungalow?"
She laughed and said, "No, silly. It is a one-bedroom bungalow. The bunch will be sleeping in other people's houses. I'm inviting you because people loved you at Angela's party."
I said, "Oh! I thought it was because you loved my company". Giggling I added "I wonder why they loved me. It seems I was never longer than 3 minutes at a time with any of them. The word that defines that party was whirlwind."
She laughed at me, "As you said, different from the church parties back home, wasn't it?
"Oh, yes! They couldn't be more different. I am hillbilly, and everything was new to me."
"New good or new bad?"
"Almost everything good. Some of the guys had drunk a bit and were not so nice. A couple of them copped a feel, but they rotated quickly. Thankfully."
"And the girls?"
"To my surprise, a couple of them copped a feel as well!" Then, laughing, "That never happened at our church's parties. But dancing with girls was a nice new experience. Subtle, delicate."
She smiled, and I took the opportunity to ask, "Is Angela going to be at the beach?"
"Yes. Her parents own the next bungalow." Good news. I hoped I had an ally there.
"Dox, do you know that I don't know the sea? We have never been introduced, and I have never seen it, except in pics?"
"You are joking!"
"True!"
"Oh, girl! If I had known that, I would have invited you earlier."
"I don't even know what to wear."
"Pack two or three bikinis and one sarong. You can buy some beautiful sarongs at the beach for a very low price. For after the beach, a couple of shorts and three or four T-shirts. That's all you will wear all day long. And night. Add a pair of flip-flops that will be your only footwear the whole time."
"That's all?"
"Well, we won't need much, but to be safe, pack a pair of cool shorts and a matching cool blouse -- cotton rather than silk because it can get hot and humid down there. And a nightgown since we will be sharing a room." That last phrase gave me a chill down my spine.
"Do you snore?"
She threw her napkin at me, "No, I don't."
"It's a pity because I do."
We both giggled, and she said, "You can always sleep on the chaise longue by the Jacuzzi."
The following week, I spent some time negotiating my rotation at the hospital to ensure I would have the days free. I confirmed with Dox on Wednesday, and she was radiant. I also had to buy three bikinis, one sarong, two pairs of shorts, one pair of cool shorts, a matching cool blouse, and some nice flip-flops. And a nightgown. All of that put a dent in my budget, especially the nightgown. I chose a semitransparent one. On Wednesday, at lunchtime, I escaped and visited Lena for a touch-up job. A girl has to be prepared!
As Dox recommended, I took my suitcase to the hospital so that we could go directly from there. The hillbilly that had never been to the beach was going for the first time in her life with three bikinis in her luggage and lots of expectation in her heart. If only my mother could see me from wherever she was in hell...
6-- Dox becomes my lover
The weather on the day we left was beautiful. It was the beginning of Spring, and it was warm. I told Dox of my acquisitions. She said, "I bet you are going to shine among all of us with your brand-new bikinis and sarongs."
"You are making a nudist out of me. First the exam, then Lena, and now I will walk at the beach covered by a flimsy sarong."
"Sorry baby, but at the beach itself, you won't be covered by the sarong. Just the bikini."
"Oh, Jeez. I will die of shame with everyone looking at my body."
"And a spectacular body at that. One to be shown, not to be hidden under hospital fatigues!"
"Oh stop!" I jabbed her arm, but deep down I was flattered and excited. She liked my body!
The trip took about 2 hours, and we got there at sunset. The bungalow was simple, but nice, with sea-themed decoration. On the back patio, there was a Jacuzzi big enough for five or six people.
"Put on a bikini, and we will walk on the beach. I will introduce you to the sea."
She let me use the room first, and I was very shy to be almost naked. She changed quickly and for the first time, I saw her body. Wow. Not a single detail to be improved.
There was a short trail to the beach and then, ta-da! The sea. I knew I was going to be impressed, but the experience was so emotional that I cried. The moon was rising over the water, and it was practically the only light available."
We went down to the water's edge, left our flip-flops on the sand, and waded into the sea up to our waists.
"Do you swim?"
"I used to, back home, but it has been almost 10 years since I've done it."
"Anyway, don't go any further. The sea is always treacherous. Wait until tomorrow." Then she splashed a lot of water on me and ran away, like a child, laughing. I ran behind her, but she was fast.
"Revenge is a dish better eaten cold."
We retrieved our flip-flops, and, for the first time, I had sand on my feet, making it impossible to put them back on.
"Welcome to the beach."
There was a shower at home. She took a quick one, washed the sand off her feet, and then went into the Jacuzzi. I did the same. The water was warm, and we sat there for a while.
"Care for a drink?"
"I don't drink."
"Never ever?
"Never tried. The church, you know..."
She sighed and said, "One can get the girl out of the church, but it is much harder to get the church out of the girl. I will have one, anyway. Will you at least taste it?"
"OK."
She came back with a concoction made out of coconut ice cream and vodka and offered me a sip. It was good. Very good. We sat in the pool, sipping it and talking about nothing. We were side by side and our legs touched from time to time. I don't know what heaven looks like, but it could not be much better than that.
Dox had brought some basic groceries, and we ate a quick sandwich with a Coke and went to bed. I was shy coming out of the bathroom with my semitransparent nightgown, but Dox had an identical one. I was wearing a bra, and she was not.
She caressed my arms and said, laughing, "Nice gown." Her nipples were hard, and I was mesmerized by them.
We went to bed, and I wanted, or rather, I needed to masturbate. I just couldn't muster the courage to do so. I woke up the following morning without any covers, with my legs and my ass exposed, and the gown rolled up to my waist. Dox was sitting on her bed, looking at me.
"What?"
"Nothing. You were just so adorable, so serene, that I didn't want to wake you up. By the way, you don't snore!
I threw my pillow at her, giggling.
"I must say that you have a beautiful pair of legs, now that Lena has done something about them."
I felt embarrassed and blushed. I needed to pee badly and went to the bathroom. When I returned, she was in her bikini, preparing breakfast. While she did it, I made the beds and found a place outside where our towels could dry.
When breakfast was ready, we went to the next bungalow to wake Angela up and invite her to eat with us. As intimate as they were, Dox went into Angela's room with me in tow. That was when I found out that Angela sleeps in the nude. I had seen many nude girls in internet videos, but never one in person. I apologized and left the room. When she came out, dressed in a small bikini, I apologized again, and she hugged me and kissed my cheek. "Don't worry. Not your fault."
Dox then asked, "At least, did you like what you saw?"
Both Angela and I screamed in unison, "Dooooox!"
"It was just a yes or no question!"
Angela grabbed my arm and went to Dox's bungalow for breakfast. After putting the dishes in the dishwasher, we went to the Jacuzzi to catch a few sun rays. Angela said, "Mel, although this alabaster skin of yours is very, very beautiful, you cannot stay under the sun, unprotected."
Dox replied, "That's one of the many things none of us should do unprotected this weekend."
We both screamed in unison again, "Dooooox!"
"It was just a piece of advice."
Angela sat on a chaise longue, and I sat between her legs, and she spread sunscreen all over my back. Then she pulled me towards her and started spreading the sunscreen on my front. Dox was watching us all the time. Angela spread on the top part of my breast and then whispered to me, "Such lovely tits!" and pushed her fingers under the upper part of my bikini. "They cannot be blemished in any way." She had no erotic intentions about me, but it was as if she wanted to show Dox what she was missing.
We then went to the beach for a walk. The party was already starting at many different points, and nobody seemed to know whether they would converge into a single party later. I received many compliments about my beauty, from both the guys and the gals, which made me blush continuously. Dox whispered in my ear, "You are so pretty when you blush", which made me blush even more. "You are the shining star I told you would be. These girls don't give greetings lightly".
Dox, Angela, and I went into the water. I saw them jump under a coming wave and did the same. I confirmed that seawater is salty. I swam about 50 yards parallel to the beach and another 50 yards back. The girls kept looking at me as if I were going to be swallowed by a white shark at any moment.
"You sure you had never been to the sea before?"
"Yes. On the one hand, swimming here is easier because of the salt, but, on the other, harder because of the waves."
We walked back to the beach, and now it was my turn to throw water at Dox. "I told you revenge is a dish better eaten cold."
We kept walking up and down the beach. Angela and Dox seemed to know everybody around. Evening plans were made and changed at each step.
When it got too hot, we retired back home. We took a shower to remove sand and salt. Angela removed the top part of her bikini, displaying her beautiful breasts without a care in the world.
After Dox prepared drinks, I sat beside her and Angela sat in front of us. Angela then lifted my foot with hers, with a mischievous grin, and let it fall across Dox's leg. I looked up at her and she winked. I retrieved my foot, but she did it again in a few minutes, smiling. I retrieved it again, but when she did it a third time, I just left it there. Dox seemed OK with that prank, but I was excited as hell. Thankfully, my juices did not make my bikini bottom any more wet than they already were.
We chatted about this and that and, after a while, Angela received a phone call and said she had to go. She left Dox and I alone, with our legs entwined.
"Mel, can I ask you a personal question?"
"Much as I fear that, yes."
"I saw the other day that you are a virgin. Why has a beautiful, funny girl like you never done it with a boy?"
"I don't know. If you remember, my real life started at university. A few guys tried to seduce me there, but they were so bad at it that I swore men off."
"What about girls?"
I blushed and replied, "What?"
"Have you never been with a girl?"
I looked down and said, "No, never."
She took my chin and pulled my head up. "Lack of interest as well, or lack of opportunity?"
"Lack of opportunity, I guess."
"I noticed the way you look at me from the very first time we met. I noticed the way you got excited when I examined you, not that that is something unheard of. I also noticed the way you danced with me at the party, the other day. Are you feeling as attracted to me as I am to you?"
I raised my head, looking her in the eyes, "Are you attracted to me?"
"Yes, silly girl. I am."
She then passed her arm across my shoulders and kissed my lips. First just a peck, then she licked my lips, and then her tongue found its way inside my mouth. I had never kissed anybody before, and I was overwhelmed by the sensation. We kissed and kissed and then kissed some more.
She whispered in my ear, "You are a special girl, do you know that?"
"Why?"
"Because I say so."
We kissed again, and then she asked, "When did you discover that you were attracted to me?"
"Just after we were introduced. No. Just before. And you?"
"I looked at you and saw an uncut diamond. I loved your pixie hairstyle. I loved your smile and tried to imagine your body under your clothes."
"Was that the reason you offered to examine me?"
"Ooh! That's unfair. I examined you because you were a 25-year-old health professional who had never seen a doctor. I should have had you fired that day. But, I must say that seeing you without your fatigues was not a bad idea."
"Did you like what you saw?"
Giggling, "Well, I did, although I was not prepared to see the Amazon forest."
I threw water on her face. "It is because of people like you that we are experiencing climate change. You saw the forest and the first thing you did was find someone to cut it down."
We laughed and kissed some more.
"You were so excited!"
"Yes, I was. When you examined my breasts, I started to get wet and there was nothing I could do to hide it."
"Your pretty nipples got so hard that I almost couldn't examine them. But when I got to your nether region, I confirmed how excited you were. You were wet and your aroma was divine."
"Oh, I was. I have never had a sexual experience with another human being. That was the nearest thing that ever happened to me, but I was afraid you could think badly of me."
"I could never think badly of you, silly girl. What about going inside and doing a more thorough examination? What do you think?"
"Excellent idea."
We dried up and went to our room. "Want to take a shower?"
"You go first."
"Why not together?"
Oh, my! I was not prepared for that. She turned me around and undid the knot at the back of my bikini. She then pushed her hands under it and held my breasts, one in each hand. She kissed the back of my neck, whispering that she loved "my titties."
I pulled the top part of my bikini over my head and said, "I want to see yours now. I want to dance tit to tit with you like we did at the party."
"Your wish is my command." She removed the top part of her bikini, showing a pair of perfect breasts. Not too small or too big, with protruding nipples on pink aureoles. She hugged me, and we danced without music in the shower, kissing all the time.
I dared to push my hands under her bikini bottoms, kneading those perfect globes. She moaned and did likewise. We were pressing our pussies against each other's thighs.
Dox leaned against my breasts and started sucking on them. I knew that touching them, when I masturbated, was very exciting, but I couldn't imagine that having the woman I loved sucking on them was so much more exciting. After a while, I pushed her and said, "My turn" and had my first taste of a woman's breasts. Not any woman and not any breasts.
She then knelt and removed my bikini bottoms. I was naked in front of her, not shy at all. She caressed my hips then the small triangle of hair, the rest of the Amazon Forest. "So pretty." She kissed it and started washing my pussy and my ass crack at the same time.
I moaned and told her" "When you examined my rectum the other day, I believe I moaned. I was so ashamed."
"Yes, you did. You moaned because you liked or disliked the sensation?"
"I loved it. I had never been penetrated till then. It would be good in any way, but much better done by you."
She then washed my asshole several times, to ensure that it was squeaky clean when we hit the sack. Being a good pupil, I did the same to hers.
We dried each other and went to the bedroom. She pushed the two beds together so that we would have a larger playing area. I lay on my back, across the two beds and Dox lay on top of me. Our tits and our pussies were in contact, but at that moment all I wanted was to kiss her. After several minutes she started to slide her body, so that she could kiss my neck, then my chest, and then my breasts. With one hand she would squeeze my nipple between her thumb and finger, while she would suck the other nipple into her mouth. At the same time, she forced her thigh between mine and we would rub our pussies against each other thighs, leaving a trail of pussy juice on one another. I wondered, "Is that heaven?".
Dox then continued her exploration, kissing my belly, and my navel, and getting to my pussy hairs. I opened my legs as wide as I could. She licked my pussy from bottom to top, causing an electric shock. She then used her fingers to spread my labia, using her tongue to scoop my girlcum. I had a huge orgasm, and I screamed, "Yes, please don't stop. Yes, yes, yes." She didn't stop and kept scooping my girlcum with her tongue. I don't know how many times I came until she sucked my clit with her lips and licked it very fast. I screamed again, "Please stop. I don't have any more orgasms inside me!"
She slid up my body again and kissed me. I could feel my taste on her face and in her mouth. We kissed for half an eternity.
"I never thought that it could be so good! Thank you, thank you. I can die in peace, now."
"Don't you dare die now. Contrary to what you think, there are many more orgasms in that delicious body of yours and I have to get them all out."
We lay there, holding each other, catching our breath. After several minutes, she climbed on top of me again, but this time, instead of sliding down, she slid up. Her legs were on either side of my head and her pussy lips were kissing my mouth lips. She was offering herself to me. Her aroma was incredible. I thought I had spent all my force, but seeing and smelling her pussy renewed my energy.
"Dox, my love, I don't know what to do!"
"Yes, you do. Do what comes naturally."
I opened my mouth and licked that beautiful pussy. As she had done, I spread her labia and scooped her girlcum with my tongue, getting the first taste of another woman's.
She showed me how to do a hook with two fingers, and said: "Do like that, push them inside and rub the ceiling of my vagina. That's where my g-spot is."
I did, and she said, "Now lick my clit, my love."
I did and she started screaming, "Yeeesss, that is it, don't stop! Yeeesss." She produced a large quantity of girlcum, I could not drink it all.
She lay on top of me again and now was her turn to feel her taste on my face and in my mouth.
We cuddled and fell asleep. When I woke up it was dark, and she was looking at her phone.
"They finally decided where the party is going to be tonight. Do you want to go?"
"Can we stay here? I fear that if you don't extract all those many orgasms you say are left in my body, they may expire."
She laughed and kissed me. She went to the bathroom, washed her face, brushed her teeth, and then I did the same.
She lay beside me, and I asked, "Did I do well?"
"You were wonderful. From the day I saw you I knew you would be wonderful."
"And why did you take so long?"
"I just wasn't sure you would be interested." A cloud crossed her face leading me to kiss her lips, eyes, and front. She smiled at me, "You are a rare little creature, do you know that?"
"Why do you say that?"
"One day I `ll tell you a story."
"Today is one day, isn't it?"
She thought for a long time. "I'm not easy to open up to people, you know? There's something in you that made me lower my guard."
"And why is that?"
"I had one love. She was my colleague in medical school. We fell madly in love and came out to our families. Due to our residency and specialization, we never got a place of our own. I was either at her parents' home all the time or she was at mine."
After a long pause, Dox went on "Ana Maria. She was an ophthalmic surgeon and, from time to time, would choose a village somewhere in a poor region of Brazil to visit. We had another colleague, an ophthalmologist, who would go ahead of her to screen the people in the village. She had an arrangement with manufacturers of intraocular lenses for cataracts and other materials, who would donate them for her operations. She would operate on one patient after another, all for free. Once, she did eleven surgeries in a single day. She would say that it was very little, but it was what she could do."
She continued, her voice choked and a tear in her eye, "In one of those trips, the plane she was in crashed and she died instantly."
I hugged her tightly and she cried a little. "I never had another person in my life. After a long time, I started to go out, party, and even have sex a few times, but I never had another person in my life." She looked me in the eye, with a timid smile, "That's why you are a rare little creature. I care for you, I enjoy your company. That's something I had forgotten I was capable of."
I kissed her for a long time. I kissed every tear in her eye.
"I also care for you, admire you, and feel safe with you. It's too early for the `L' word, but I never had feelings like these. Never."
We cuddled and kissed, and cooed, then cuddled and kissed, and cooed some more.
I caressed her body and in the dim light of the room saw that her nipples were hard. I maneuvered her to lie on her stomach and kissed the back of her neck, then her shoulders, and then kissed the whole of her back down to her beautiful ass. I kissed and asked her to lift her hips so that I could reach her pussy. I started licking it with long licks starting at her clit until the base of her vagina. I suddenly started to make my licks longer, reaching her perineum, which provoked approving moans. I couldn't resist and licked around her rosebud. She moaned, "Yes, lick me, lick my asshole because I will lick yours too" It was incredibly erotic. I tried to penetrate her with my tongue while caressing her g-spot, as she had taught me a few hours before. She came, begging me not to stop, which I had no intention of doing, anyway.
She pulled me towards her, kissed me, and said, "You are addictive. Instantly addictive like crack."
She lay in post-orgasmic bliss, and I was happy just looking at her contented face. We fell asleep naked, in each other's arms.
I woke up just before dawn, went to pee, washed my face and my pussy (you never know!), and brushed my teeth. I returned to bed and counted my blessings of having found such an adorable girlfriend.
Girlfriend? Were we girlfriends? I did not want to jump the gun. Despite her apparent strength, I discovered a fractured soul that I had to treat with the utmost care.
I fell asleep and was woken up by Dox blowing on my nipples. I had the beginning of an erotic dream and woke up to reality. There she was, looking at my naked body, with a mischievous smile. When I stirred, she captured my nipple in her mouth and sucked hard.
"Good morning to you as well."
She didn't reply. She just started licking my body, starting with a long mint-tasting kiss, and licking bit by bit down to my toes. The only part she missed was my pussy, which was already very wet. When she licked my toes, I discovered that big toes are an erogenous zone. She then made me turn around and licked the back of my legs, spending some time in the area behind my knees, which I discovered was an erogenous area as well.
I wanted to say something, but she interrupted me, "Shhh! I am exploring every square inch of your little body! At this moment, you are mine"
Her tongue continued its trip upwards, getting to the top of my thighs. I wanted to spread my legs, but she said, "Shhh, you are mine!"
She kneaded my ass and each time she would separate the globes a little more. My asshole was becoming the centerpiece of her attention. She blew on it.
"I love how your pretty rosebud opens and closes when I blow on it. Do you know I fell in love with it the day I examined you?"
"The day you raped me?"
"Oooh no! It was consensual. And as far as I remember, you enjoyed it a lot. I will never forget your moan. It was not pain, but pleasure."
"I don't recollect it that way. Why don't you do it again, just to remind me?"
"Shhh. Be patient, little minx. Haven't I told you that you are mine today?"
She spread my ass and blew on my little hole once again. Then she kissed my ass crack from top to bottom, from side to side, converging to my expectant asshole. She took an eternity licking around it, then licking it, and then trying to penetrate it with her tongue. I tried to reach my pussy with my hand, but she slapped it and said, "Mine, all mine."
"You are torturing me, you know that?"
"I do."
When my asshole was all wet with her saliva, she pushed her finger into it. Slowly, one knuckle at a time until it was all inside me." I moaned a lust-filled moan.
"Are you reminded now? Do you remember you squeezed my finger, as you are doing now? Do you remember you didn't want me to withdraw it? "
She started to push her finger in and out, and it was such an erotic sensation that I had an orgasm without my pussy even being touched.
She then turned me on my back, without ever withdrawing her finger from my ass, and said, "Spread your legs, little minx. Let me see if your pussy is as wet as it was on that day."
I spread them and she assaulted my pussy with her mouth. After countless orgasms, she looked me in the eye and asked, "May I take your virginity, my love?"
"Am I not yours? Please take what is yours. It is past time for that and there isn't anyone else on Earth that I would want to do that."
Dox, being Doc Dox, washed her hands thoroughly before coming back. She bathed my pussy with saliva, then kissed my mouth at the moment of `the push'. It hurt a little and it bled a little. She let my pussy quiet and kissed me for a long time. She is really a good kisser.
"I am yours now."
"I told you so!"
"Right! Now I want half of your assets plus alimony."
She slapped my ass and pulled me to the shower. It was a delicious shower, in which one washed the other thoroughly. I mean thoroughly. She sat on the floor and, with great tenderness, examined my newly deflowered pussy.
"You will survive. But it will need medical attention several times a day!"
We dressed (as if putting on a skimpy bikini could be called dressed) and prepared breakfast. She sent a message to Angela and her boyfriend Tom to come over.
Angela came very fast, and, when she met us, she pulled us both in a big hug. "I am so happy. I knew there was a match in the air! I am happy for you cousin and happy for you, Mel! May you be happy forever!"
Dox and I looked at each other as if asking "How does she know?".
Dox asked, "What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about two girls that have been having sex all night and that have been very loud while doing it. If you wanted to keep it a secret, you could have shut the window at the very least."
Dox and I looked at each other. "Busted!"
The three of us burst in laughter and Angela said, "I could not be happier, cousin."
Tom arrived and said with a mischievous grin, "Good morning all, I hope you had a good night. I couldn't sleep because of the noise in one of our neighbors."
Dox and I blushed and laughed. She hugged me and kissed me on the lips. "She is mine now!"
7-- Dox and I become a thing
After our weekend at the beach, Dox and I became a thing. We didn't particularly tell everybody, but we didn't hide from anybody either. At work, we avoided any PDA, which was difficult at times.
We didn't live together because we had very different schedules and rotations, but we were together whenever possible. Our lovemaking got better and better with time. Just less loud!
Her family invited me to their Christmas dinner. I was anxious because I had never been to a joyous family reunion in my life. When I got to Dox's parents' house, Angela opened the door for me and announced, "Hey everybody, this is Mel, the sweet lady who stole Dox's heart." Dox came to me and gave me a peck on the lips, to general shouting and applause.
Dox's mother, who was identical to her daughter, just a few years old, hugged me and said, "Thank you for coming, and thank you for putting a smile back on Dox's face." Her father welcomed and kissed me. "You are most welcome." Then, turning to all the others, he said, "Well Dox, you never told us that your girlfriend was that pretty!" Dox was beaming at my side. Everybody was genuinely nice to me, particularly her mother. I called her Dona Lucia, and she said, "No need for the Dona. It's Lucia. Or Mom if you prefer." My eyes filled with tears.
It has been nearly one year now that Dox and I have been together. We have had our share of problems, like any other couple, but Dox was by far the best thing that happened in my life. I know that Ana Maria still has a nice spot in her memory, but I am sure I am the new love of her life.
Last week we went to the beach to commemorate our first anniversary. I gave her a gold necklace, with a chain and two connected rings. I kissed her and said, "Last year, in this very room, I said that I cared for you, but that it was early to say the `L' word. I lied. I loved you from the first day we met. I am happy I can say that to you now."
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