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The New Head of St. Bartholomew's - Book 3 - An out of school interlude
=======================================================================

In the previous episodes all the action has happened at the school 
and the last part ended with something of a cliffhanger. I'll be coming 
back to that later, but for now a bit of a change of scene as Emma's 
father finds his life changing for the better as a result of events 
at the school.

Chapter 1 - Back in the Headmaster's office
===========================================

It was ten days since Dr. Williams had attended St. Bartholomew's to 
talk to the headmaster about his daughter's behaviour. Things had
turned out very differently to what he had been expecting and since
then the days had gone past in a bit of a blur. Every night in bed he 
had revisited the events in the school, picturing his naked daughter, 
Emma, as she masturbated herself to orgasm whilst her teacher and 
headmaster played with her breasts and he stood by her feet, taking 
photographs of her.

Initially he had been racked by feelings of guilt. Surely it was wrong
to have done that with his own teenaged daughter? Slowly, though, he
began to convince himself that he hadn't done anything wrong. He 
hadn't really touched her, had he? True, he hadn't stopped the teachers
touching her, but then there was no doubt that in the end Emma was 
really enjoying herself.

So, he had spent a lot of time thinking back to those events, sometimes
stroking his engorged cock as his wife, Helen, slept beside him. At
other times he made love to Helen with an intensity that both pleased 
and surprised her, leaving her wondering where this new-found passion 
had come from.

Now, Dr. Williams was back in the headmaster's office, where these
events had begun. He had been shown in by the secretary and was sitting
with a cup of coffee when the headmaster came in from the adjoining
room where Emma had been "punished".

"Aah, Dr. Williams, nice to see you again," said the headmaster, shaking
his hand and taking his seat behind the desk.

"Good afternoon, headmaster," replied Dr. Williams. There was an awkward
silence for a moment as the headmaster simply smiled at him and so he
continued, "you asked to see me headmaster?"

"Indeed I did," said the headmaster, opening a drawer in his desk, "in
fact I have something for you."

He took out a small padded envelope and passed it across the desk.
Dr. Williams took it and looked inside, pulling out the CD that he
found there. There was nothing written on the CD to indicate what it 
might contain, but he was fairly sure that he knew what it was.

"Is this what I think it is?" he asked, trying to keep his voice calm.

"Yes," said the headmaster, "all the photographs that you took of your
daughter Emma as she was being punished recently. I believe that you
asked for a copy of them. Well, here they are - at least all of the ones
which came out. Plus there are a few extra ones which may surprise you!"

Dr. Williams was intrigued by this last comment, but didn't respond to
it.

"I trust you'll be very careful with that?" the headmaster asked.

"Yes, of course," he replied, "I'll keep it very safe. Erm, I'm not
sure what else to say? Do you think what happened with Emma, I mean
is that usual?"

"To be honest no," said the headmaster, "Emma's response was quite
strong. Many girls don't react like that at all. However, usually
the fathers react exactly like you did. I don't think there's anything
to worry about from your perspective. Just as long as we keep all that
has happened to ourselves then nobody has been hurt and our own
evidence shows that Emma's behaviour has already improved."

Dr. Williams was not surprised to hear this. Emma had been very 
excited at the end of her punishment, but he didn't think that she would 
relish repeating the performance, although if she did...

"Headmaster," he began, "if you ever need to punish Emma again, then
would it be possible, er that is, could we arrange it so that I..."

"Aah, Dr. Williams," the headmaster interrupted with a knowing wink, 
"it is always a pleasure to see a father taking such a keen interest
in his daughter's education. I'm assuming that you're asking to be 
involved if we need to punish Emma again. I think that that can 
certainly be arranged, yes."

"Thankyou," said Dr. Williams, flushing with embarrassment, but glad
that he had asked the question and received a positive response.

"Now," said the headmaster, "I must be on my way. I need to check in on
the sixth form girls as they are having a sleepover party in one of the
dormitories tonight and I need to make sure they are aware of the rules.
Besides I'm sure you're eager to see your daughter again."

With this, he pressed a button on his phone and asked his secretary to 
come in and show his visitor out.

"Yes, er, of course, thank you headmaster," said Dr. Williams standing
to leave.

"Just remember to keep that CD safe," the headmaster reminded him as
he left.

Oh, I certainly will, he thought to himself, slipping the disk inside 
his jacket pocket and dropping the envelope in a nearby bin. Now all he
had to worry about was how he would react when he saw Emma again.

Chapter 2 - Home for the weekend
================================

Outside the main entrance of the school he found his daughter waiting
patiently for him. She was standing talking to her friend Melanie 
whom Dr. Williams recognised from the few occasions she had been around
to the house. The weather was quite warm and so Emma and the other
girls were just wearing their uniforms, with their jackets draped
over their shoulders or bags. Emma had left hers on top of her
suitcase. 

She looked very beautiful, standing there in the sun, laughing with
her friend. Her long, blonde hair was still tied back in a ponytail
which bobbed as she nodded at something Melanie was saying. Her arms
and legs looked slightly tanned, probably from playing hockey out in
the sun. He noticed that her skirt was longer than the last time he
had seen it and her white socks were neatly pulled up. She was
also wearing proper school-issue plimsoles rather than trainers. 
Clearly Emma had decided to drop her rebellious approach to her school 
uniform since she had been punished.

She must have noticed someone approaching because she looked up, saw
him, smiled and waved. He walked over to her and reminding himself
to act as though nothing had happened he put his arm around her and
gave her a quick, fatherly hug. 

"Hello sweetheart," he said, "all ready to go?"

"Yes, I think so," she answered, reaching for her coat and bag. He
took them from her and waited for her to say goodbye to her friends.
Emma went to whisper something to a shorter, dark-haired girl with
pigtails and, Dr. Williams noticed, breasts that were straining
her tight white blouse. He suddenly realised that Melanie had spoken
to him.

"I'm sorry," he said to her, "what did you say, er, Melanie isn't
it?"

"That's right Dr. Williams," she said with a giggle, "I was just
saying that I'll be seeing you tomorrow 'cos I'm picking up Emma to
go shopping in town in the afternoon."

"Well, that's nice," he said, smiling back at her, not really sure
what to say. Then he suddenly felt the part of his mind that had been
awakened over the last two weeks taking control and he looked at her
more closely. Melanie had a similar build to Emma: tall, slender
with lightly-tanned skin, long, dark hair tied up in a pony tail. With
a very quick glance he decided that her breasts were perhaps slightly
bigger than Emma's and were stretching the front of her blouse in a 
very pleasant way. Melanie was wearing her uniform as Emma apparently
used to wear hers. The skirt was modified to be shorter than it should
have been, showing a good view of her thighs. 

He suddenly felt that he was staring and made eye contact with her 
again, but it was immediately clear that he had not got away with 
quickly checking out her figure. She looked at him slyly, her head
cocked to one side as she twisted some loose strands of hair around the 
fingers of her right hand. There was something in her expression that he 
had not expected to see in a girl of her age. Melanie already had the 
look of a man-eater about her.

At that point, a tall, grey-haired old man called to Melanie. She 
turned and shouted back to him, "just coming grandad!"

She then turned away from Dr. Williams to pick up her suitcase and 
coat. Rather than bending at the knees, she kept her legs completely
straight and bent at the waist. There appeared to be something on the
ground behind her case that she was reaching for and as she stretched
for that her skirt rode higher and higher up her long, tanned legs 
until Dr.  Williams saw to his delight that he could see her white 
knickers. Suddenly Melanie seemed to find what she was looking for
and turning quickly, saw him looking at her legs and bottom.

"Caught you again Dr. Williams!" she laughed, straightening up and
collecting all her things together.

"I...er...well," he stammered, trying to think of something to say 
which would convince her he wasn't looking up her skirt. Melanie
didn't seem to care though and she just laughed again and said,
"see you tomorrow Dr. Williams," before trotting across the grass
to meet her grandfather.

Dr. Williams watched her go, her long hair bouncing as she ran,
her skirt occasionally lifting to show more of her lovely legs. 
'Am I becoming a pervert?' he thought. 'Perhaps,' came the reply from 
another part of his mind, 'but wouldn't any man surrounded by gorgeous 
girls like these?'

His reverie was interrupted by a breathless Emma arriving at his
side.

"Okay Daddy," she said, "let's go home."

Chapter 3 - Looking at pictures
===============================

Later that evening, after the family had eaten, Dr. Williams retired
to his study for a while. His wife was sitting in the garden, reading
and Emma had gone to her room to watch some TV so the downstairs of 
the house was quiet. Taking no chances he locked the door to the room 
as he booted up the computer. Then, taking a deep breath he sat down
in front of the keyboard, inserted the CD in the drive and opened its
contents.

There were two folders on the CD. One was marked 'Near', the other 
was marked 'Far'. He double-clicked on 'Near' to find that it was
a folder containing roughly a hundred pictures. He very quickly
scanned through a couple of them and then went back to the beginning, 
unzipped his trousers and took out his already very hard cock. As
he stepped through the pictures he slowly stroked his cock, 
remembering in his mind the excited sounds that Emma was making as he
took the pictures. 

Many of the shots were a bit blurred, but some of them were very clear,
particularly ones where he had had to use both hands to steady the
camera and zoom in for a close-up. There were a couple of close-ups
of Emma's hairless pink pussy which almost made him come immediately.
Some of the other shots were also good - he particularly liked one 
where Emma had her eyes closed and back arched as a hand from the side
was reaching into shot to squeeze her nipple.

Realising he was very close to coming he decided to have a look in the
other folder. This contained a similar number of pictures to the 
first, but these were not taken by him! He clicked through them in 
amazement and realised from the slightly grainy nature that they 
seemed to be stills from a video. They also seemed to be taken from 
high in one corner of the room - shooting from an angle behind Emma's 
head and looking down her outstretched, naked body. This meant that in 
most of the shots there was a very good picture of Emma and a very 
clear view of him - usually holding the camera and focussing avidly
on his daughter's body. He suddenly realised that there was nothing
to identify who the other hands in the photographs belonged to. In some
of the shots they appeared to have been manipulated slightly to blur
them out and so hide any potentially identifying features. He quickly 
went back to the first set of photographs and noticed that the same
thing had been done there to any photographs where the hands of the 
headmaster or Miss Wilson were visible in shot. He had just missed
this in his excitement as he his first ran through the pictures. The
message implicit in these photo's was clear - "we now have evidence
of you in a compromising situation with your naked daughter". It looked
like he had been set up.

His heart was racing as he came to this conclusion, but then he noticed
a small, square piece of paper stuck inside the CD case. On this there
were a few lines of neatly printed text:

   "Enjoy the photographs.
    No blackmail intended.
    Just insurance.
    Enjoy your time with your daughter this weekend.
    Please destroy this note."

Now he didn't know what to think. Gathering his thoughts as he ran the
note through the shredder he found that his cock was making the 
decision for him as it stirred into life again. As he returned to the
computer, re-opened the original photographs and stroked his throbbing
erection his thoughts proceeed along the following lines. 

Clearly the headmaster and others at the school were using some of the 
girls for their own entertainment. It didn't seem that they were
hurting the girls (if Emma was an example to go by). In fact, in Emma's
case she really enjoyed it too. Though it seemed that they had 
blackmail material on him and he had nothing on them, in fact he 
probably did have enough to take at least the headmaster down with him
should any trouble arise from the situation. There was therefore the 
possibility that he too could join in with some of their activities
and maybe, with one or more of the other beautiful, young girls he had
seen that afternoon he could do more than he had with his own daughter.

As he concluded this he found his excitement growing and, as he stared
at his favourite picture of naked Emma, he came with surprising
intensity.

Chapter 4 - Another argument and a surprise for Emma
====================================================

The next morning his wife, Helen, left to do some shopping and Dr. 
Williams was sitting reading the paper in the kitchen when he heard
footsteps coming down the hallway. He looked up to see Emma enter the 
kitchen and almost gasped at how she was dressed. 

Emma had on a sleeveless, cut-off t-shirt exposing her flat stomach.
This was quite tight so it was squeezing and emphasising her budding
breasts. Below this she was wearing a pair of very tight, white shorts.
These seemed to be made of some sort of stretch material as they clung
to her body, emphasising the curve of her hips and drawing your eyes
in, between her legs. It didn't appear that she was wearing anything 
underneath these shorts. Finally she was wearing a pair of trainers 
without socks. The overall effect of the simple outfit emphasised her
lean figure and long legs. She looked wonderful, but even with his 
changing attitudes to his daughter there was no way he could contemplate
her going out like that so he wasn't pretending when he spoke angrily
to her.

"I hope you're not thinking of going out dressed like that young lady."

She looked up at him with a curious expression which he immediately
understood. She was scowling because this was her natural reaction to
his question, but was also pleased that he was going to argue with her
about her clothes. That was why she had put them on. The effect was 
to soften her scowl quite a bit. Of course there was no way he would
have spotted this without learning about his daughter's reactions to
their arguments that day at school.

"Why not Daddy?" she asked, "what's wrong this time?"

"I don't think you really have to ask," he told her, "just look at
yourself."

"What do you mean?" she asked again, putting on an innocent look, "it's
nice and warm today so I thought I'd dress appropriately."

"Appropriately?" he spluttered, "you look like a jailbait hooker!"

"Gee thanks Dad," she said, looking hurt, but he was sure he spotted
a hint of a smile on her face before she controlled herself.

"I don't mean that's what you are of course," he tried to reassure 
her, "but everyone who looks will think that! You're showing off...
well...everything for anyone who wants to look."

"But all the other girls go out like this!" she cried, beginning to
get into the argument.

"I don't care what the other girls look like. If their parents allow
them to go out dressed like little sluts then that is their problem,
but no daughter of mine is going out wearing that." He gestured to 
her t-shirt and shorts, realising that he was pushing this argument
ahead much faster than previous ones and, not wanting to make Emma
suspicious he was thinking of easing off when she responded.

"Jesus christ Dad, it's the 21st century you know. Do you want me to 
be covered from head to toe? This is quite normal these days?"

"Don't be so ridiculous!" he shouted, finding himself
carried away by the argument, "I'm not talking about you wearing a
burkah for god's sake, but you may as well be wearing nothing at all!"

"I can't believe this!" she shouted back at him, "you're like this
every time I try on something new. Do you think I look stupid in
this, is that it?"

Suddenly Dr. Williams felt himself on shaky ground, not sure what to 
say next. The truth was that she looked ravishing and that was exactly
the problem, if he wanted to ravish her then so would any other man or
teenage boy who saw her.

"Now you're just being silly," he said, "you look gorgeous, it's just
that I can see too much of you...what you're wearing is so tight I'd 
have to be blind not to notice."

"So, you think I look like a slut then?"

"That's not what I meant..."

"It's what you said before!"

"Sweetheart just try and calm down will you..."

"But you did say that didn't you?"

"Yes, I did, but I just meant that...well...that your clothes are..."

"Oh forget it!" she shouted, "you've spoiled it now, I'm not going out
at all!"

"There's no need for that," he said, but it was too late, Emma was
already running out of the kitchen. There was the thunderous sound of
her feet ascending the stairs followed shortly afterwards by the
slam of her bedroom door.

Dr. Williams was slightly puzzled by this. He had expected Emma to try
and draw out the argument, to get him to call her more names. It had
been impossible for him to tell in the end whether she was enjoying it
or was genuinely mad with him.  As soon as he was sure that Emma was not 
going to come straight back out of her room he decided that it was time 
to try and find out!

Moving quickly into his study, he closed the door behind him and went
over to the computer. He now opened up the application which gave him a 
real-time feed for the new security cameras that he had had installed
in the house the previous week. Helen had been pestering him to improve
the security of the house for a while and so he had decided that now was
the right time to do it. Two cameras had been fixed to the outside of
the house, but he had also had two cameras fitted inside. One of these
covered the downstairs hall and bottom of the stairs, whilst the other
covered the upstairs landing. He had toyed with the idea of putting 
cameras in each of the bedrooms, but knew that Helen would oppose the
idea on the grounds of both cost and practicality. She had been
reluctant to pay for the cameras inside the house, but he had persuaded
her because they allowed the interior of the house to be monitored
remotely via a web connection - quite handy reassurance when the
family was away on holiday.

Now though, Dr. Williams was hoping to be able to try out the cameras
for the real reason that he had them installed. Because the images
from the cameras were copied straight to the computer's hard drive there
was no messing around with video tape and he could almost immediately
go back and watch the events from a few minutes earlier. 

He watched as Emma came out of her room to come downstairs for the 
first time. She had opened her door, looked around briefly then gone
back inside. After a moment the door had opened again and the camera
had a reasonably good view into the room. Emma now walked over and
stood in the doorway. She was wearing the outfit that he had seen her
in a few minutes before and appeared to be hesitating about something.
After a moment she made her mind up and came out onto the landing and
stood looking at herself in the full-length mirror along one wall.
As he watched he felt his cock suddenly spring to life as Emma, still
looking at herself in the mirror, peeled her shorts down her legs
and stepped out of them. She had been wearing a white thong under
her shorts and given that he had seen no evidence of this when they
had argued in the kitchen he knew what was coming next. He squeezed
his cock with one hand as he watched his young daughter step out of
the virtually invisible thong and stand in front of the mirror
wearing just her trainers and tight t-shirt. She ran her hands up
and down over her bare midriff and then slipped a hand between her
legs and began to play with her pussy. All the time she was casting
quick glances down the stairs before returning to look at herself 
in the mirror.

Emma continued to play with herself like this for a couple of minutes
before bending to pick up her tight shorts and sliding them back up
her long legs. She straightened her clothing with one last check in
the mirror then, leaving the thong lying in the middle of the floor,
moved off downstairs.

Dr. Williams paused the replay for a moment, dwelling on the thought
that this was Emma a few moments before she had come into the kitchen
to talk to him. Clearly she was already very excited at this point and
he was amazed that she had managed to hide it so well.

Wanting to know what happened next he skipped forward to the point 
where Emma reappeared in the hallway and ran quickly back up the
stairs and into her room, slamming the door behind her. Slightly
disappointed that she hadn't done anything exciting on the way back up
he skipped forward until the application informed him that he was
now watching the current camera feed. He decided to sit and wait for
a few minutes to see if Emma felt the urge to do anything similar to
what she had described that afternoon back at the school.

A short while passed, Dr. Williams continued to squeeze his cock 
through his trousers, enjoying pondering what Emma might be doing
or wearing behind the closed door. He used the computer to zoom the
camera in more closely on the door and continued to wait. After 
five more minutes his patience was rewarded as the door slowly 
started to open again. When it was open a few inches, Emma's
face appeared, looking around to see if anyone was there. Seeing
that the coast was clear she retreated back inside and then the
door opened more fully. There was a quick flash of her naked bottom
running away from the door and then she vanished again. Seconds
later there was another flash of movement and suddenly, there
was Emma, lying back on the bed, naked and facing the open door.

The picture was already pretty good, but he quickly adjusted the 
camera to zoom in on her for an even better view. She was lying
diagonally across her bed with her feet towards the open door.
Her legs were wide apart and she was slowly rubbing one hand 
over her pussy. Her head was propped up on a couple of pillows to
give her a good view of the landing. Dr. Williams couldn't help
himself and freed his hard cock from his trousers and began to
slowly pump his hand up and down his shaft as he watched his 
daughter flaunt herself. She must have been so turned on earlier
that she was unable to stay in the kitchen and prolong the 
row they were having. 

The camera was zoomed in as far as it would go, giving a clear
picture of Emma and what she was doing, one finger dipping into
her hairless pink pussy and then running up and down what her father 
was sure would be very wet lips. After a few minutes of this he
was dangerously close to coming, but the excitement had caused an
interesting plan to form in his head and so he held back, prolonging
the feelings. Suddenly Emma froze in the picture, as if she had
heard something, but after listening carefully for a moment she 
decided it was a false alarm and carried on pleasuring herself.
Then, to Dr. Williams' great delight, Emma reached behind her
with one hand and took out a long, white vibrator from underneath
her pillow. He was shocked that she had such a thing, but very
much wanted to see her use it.

She ran the vibrator over her naked breasts and then slowly moved it 
between her legs, rubbing it over her shaved mound and then down
to her pussy. Dr. Williams was suddenly struck with a thought,
why was her pussy still so bare after nearly two weeks? Though it 
was hard to be sure from the pictures on the screen, her pussy
seemed completely smooth and hairless. He wondered whether something
else had happened at the school that he had not been invited to.
As he was pondering this, Emma gently pushed the tip of the vibrator
between her pussy lips and the thoughts were driven from his head
as his cock throbbed in his hand.

He decided to put his plan into action. He wanted to get nearer to Emma
and to try and catch her at what she was doing whilst making it look
natural. From her previous reactions he thought that though she would
find this embarrassing to begin with, she would also probably find it
very exciting. On the other hand, he thought, maybe she would find
it a bit much and wouldn't do this sort of thing any more if he
embarrassed her too much. In the end, as usual, his throbbing
cock made the decision for him and he stood, zipped himself up
and headed for the study door.

Opening the door as quietly as he could, he sneaked out into the
hallway and crept to the foot of the stairs. There was no sound 
coming from above so he was fairly sure that Emma hadn't heard
anything. Moving as quietly as possible he placed one foot on the
bottom step and started to work his way up the stairs. The old,
victorian detached house was solidly built, but he knew that there
were a couple of stairs that creaked, though he couldn't remember 
which ones they were. Moving as slowly as he possibly could, now 
down on hands and knees, he ascended the stairs. 

He managed to reach the half-way point without making any obvious
noise and paused there to listen for any sounds from above. He
thought that he could just hear something; some faint sounds of
movement. After a moment he continued on and crept upwards until
he was almost at the top. Now there were the unmistakable sounds
of breathing, punctuated by the occasional quiet moan and on
top of it all the faint buzz of the vibrator. His cock throbbed
again at the thought of his naked daughter playing with herself
just feet away from him. He squeezed his cock through his trousers 
and strained to listen to her. The faint sounds continued,
with the moans increasing in frequency as Emma brought herself
towards orgasm.

He was tempted to wait for the sound of Emma's orgasm and then
walk in on her at the moment when she would be most disoriented,
but then decided that he didn't want to spoil her pleasure. Instead
he inched slightly higher until he could just see over the top step.
From here he could see the open doorway into Emma's room and could
see the corner of the bed, but not Emma herself. Concentrating hard
he could just hear her whispering something to herself as she moaned.
Unable to control himself any more he unzipped his trousers and 
released his cock, stroking it slowly, intending to come at the same
time as Emma. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed the 
thong that she had dropped on the floor earlier and, moving carefully,
he reached out and grabbed it, amazed at how insubstantial it was.

Suddenly there was a much louder moan from the bedroom and this time
he clearly heard Emma's voice.

"Oh god...sorry Daddy," she said. Dr. Williams almost came as he heard
that. She was remembering the punishment at the school and what the
headmaster had told her to say and now here she was, repeating it as
she neared another orgasm!

"That's okay sweetheart," he mouthed to himself without making a 
sound, "you just let it all out."

As he spoke he took Emma's tiny, white thong and wrapped it around his
cock. He began to pump his hand up and down, the material adding to 
his pleasure as it rubbed against the swollen shaft.

"Oh shit...Oh god...Oh Daddy I'm sorry!" Emma suddenly cried,
obviously hitting her orgasm and Dr. Williams squeezed his cock hard
and directed his come into the small triangle of white material that
made up his teenage daughter's thong.

He paused for a moment to catch his breath, waiting for the sound of
any movement from the room, but it seemed that Emma was as drained as
he was. He decided that now was the time to make a move. He pushed his
still-hard cock, wrapped in the thong, back inside his boxer shorts and
zipped himself up, making a mess that would have to be cleaned up later,
but it had been worth it!

He stood, still being as quiet as possible and then stepped noisily
up onto the landing, saying "Emma honey, is everything okay?"

There was an explosion of noise from inside the bedroom, accompanied
by Emma hissing loudly, "shit!"

He walked to the doorway and looked in to see Emma running for the
door, completely naked, her face and chest flushed. With a
glance he took in the scene: rumpled bedclothes, vibrator lying in
the middle of the bed, her clothes piled on the floor.

"Dad!" Emma shouted as she slammed the door in his face, "go away!"

"Sorry dear!" he shouted back at her through the door, "but I thought
I heard you call me. I didn't know you were getting changed!"

With a smile on his face he headed off to have a shower and to change
his clothes.

Ten minutes later he passed Emma's room again on his way back
downstairs.
The door was open again and his daughter was sitting on the bed leafing
through a magazine. She looked up as she heard his footsteps.

"Sorry about that sweety," he told her, "but I thought I heard you call
my name, was everything okay?"

"Dad, everything is fine," she answered in an exasperated tone, "I
didn't hear you coming upstairs otherwise I would have closed the door."

"Well, it's nothing I've not seen before," he told her, trying to make
his voice as relaxed as possible.

"Besides," he added, smiling at her, "you were showing almost as much
at breakfast this morning."

She looked up at him with a scowl on her face, "Dad, sometimes you can 
be such an idiot!"

He looked at her, furiously turning the pages of the magazine and 
decided the best course of action was to leave. "Sorry sweety," he 
apologised again, "I was just trying to lighten the mood a bit. I think
I'll leave you alone for now, but I just wanted you to know that there
is nothing to be ashamed of. I've seen plenty of girls naked you know,
I am a doctor after all!"

She looked up and sighed, "I know Dad, you always go on about it."

He looked at her for a moment longer and then moved off back down the
stairs. His plan was to head back to the study and review the recent
activities through the in-house cameras, saving some of the footage
into a permanent record. Just as he was sitting down at the computer,
however, there was a light knocking at the front door.

Chapter 5 - Melanie
===================

Dr. Williams opened the front door to see the beaming face of Melanie.

"Hi Dr. Williams!" she greeted him, then, taken slightly aback by his
stunned expression, asked, "it's me, Melanie, remember, from the
school?"

He was stunned for two reasons. Firstly the shock of adjusting from
what he was about to do, to instead making conversation with Emma's 
friend.  Secondly she looked absolutely stunning! Surely on the 
other occasions that she had been around to visit Emma she had not 
looked this good? He would have been blind not to notice. She had 
changed her long, dark hair so that she now had pigtails. She was 
wearing make-up; her eyes dark and her lips very red, but it had 
been applied carefully and looked good. Her tight, pink t-shirt,
complete with "porn star" logo, clung to her, showing off her pert
breasts. She was also wearing a short, black mini-skirt, revealing her
long, tanned, bare legs. On her feet she had some pink, open-toed 
shoes, showing off her painted toe-nails. Dr. Williams drank in this
vision of teenage beauty and then finally managed to find his voice.

"Oh, er, hi Melanie," he stuttered, "of course I remember you, come 
on in."

"Thanks," she said, this time not reacting to his very obvious staring.
However, before he could move to let her in, she stepped forward and 
squeezed past him through the doorway. She turned slightly sideways as 
she slipped past, her bottom rubbing against his upper leg. This
sensation, in combination of the fresh, fruit-laden smell of her hair
caused his cock to begin to stir again. Trying to calm himself down
he closed the door and turned to follow her inside.

"Er, Emma's upstairs in her room if you'd like to just go on up," he
offered.

"Thanks," she said, flashing him another quick smile and heading up the
stairs. He watched her go, marvelling at her trim, athletic figure
which was shown off so well by the clothes that she was wearing.
Half-way up she glanced back, saw him watching her and wagged a 
finger at him miming as though she was tutting at him. Face glowing
red, he retreated back into his study.

Dr. Williams gave up on the idea of revisiting his computer, deciding
to wait until the girls had left the house. Instead he headed to 
the kitchen to make himself a drink and try and calm down a bit.
As he filled the kettle with water his mind was drawn to thoughts
of the two nubile girls upstairs, wondering what they were doing,
fantasising about what they _might_ be doing.

'Oh god,' he thought, 'you're going to drive yourself mad like this!'

He picked up the morning newspaper and scanned it to try and think
about something else. The front page was full of stories about the
recent heat-wave, complete with a large picture of two attractive
young women in bikinis on a beach somewhere. He threw the paper down
and turned on the radio, pacing about as he waited for the water to
boil. 

Just as the kettle clicked to indicate that it had finished he heard
the sound of running coming down the stairs and seconds later the
girls burst into the kitchen.

"Dad, tell her!" Emma shouted.

"Tell her what?" he asked.

"Tell her why I can't wear my new outfit to go to the centre!"

"Well..." he started to reply, but Melanie interrupted him.

"Dr. Williams, it's not fair you know! All the girls go out dressed
like that!"

"Well, I know that Melanie," he said, "but I'm not responsible for 
the other girls, only Emma and I'm sorry but she is not going out
of the house wearing those clothes."

"See, I told you!" Emma shouted at her friend, "he just doesn't 
understand!"

"What about my clothes then?" asked Melanie.

"Well, to be honest I think they are too revealing for a girl of your 
age and I can't see how your parents would let you out dressed like 
that."

"I don't live with my parents," Melanie replied, "just with grandad 
and he has never complained."

'I bet he hasn't, sly old devil,' Dr. Williams thought, before saying,
"well, then that is between you and your grandad. Unfortunately for
Emma I thought that her outfit this morning was far too revealing."

"Why can't you just wear something else?" he asked his daughter.

"God, Dad, why don't you understand? I want to wear my new clothes!"
Emma replied stamping her feet and then turning and stomping into the
hall.

"I'm not going now, forget it!" she shouted back into the room.

"But, Em..." Melanie called back.

"No, Mel," came the reply, "that's it, I'm staying home today 'cos
that's obviously what he wants!"

"Emma, you know that's not true!" I shouted.

"Well, what about me?" asked Melanie, "I got a bus all the way across
town this morning - I'm not just going all the way back again!"

Emma was still stomping around in the hallway. She didn't answer.

"Emma!" Dr. Williams shouted, "come back here and answer your friend! 
All you need to do is put something a bit more sensible on and then
you can go shopping with her."

This seemed to make things worse rather than better and with a final
shout, Emma turned and ran upstairs, "if you know so much about what
girls should wear why don't you take her out shopping?"

Her bedroom door slammed and he turned to Melanie to see her looking
at him with a wry grin and a raised eyebrow.

He shrugged his shoulders. "Sorry Melanie," he said, "she can be like 
this sometimes. I don't know about taking you shopping, but I can
give you a lift somewhere if you'd like."

"Okay," she said, "why don't you take me to the centre then?"

Chapter 6 - Going shopping
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Fifteen minutes later, Dr. Williams pulled his car into the queue for 
the car park at the nearby shopping centre. As they waited, he turned 
to look at the young girl sitting next to him. 

Melanie's skirt had ridden up from getting into the car, revealing most
of her thighs to him. She was also sitting with one bare foot up on the 
seat, applying touch-ups to the nail polish from a small bottle that
she had in her bag. This meant that her mini-skirt was bunched up 
almost as far as it would go and without looking too hard he could
clearly see her white knickers.

Melanie's face was a picture of concentration as she focussed on her
task, but she had clearly seen him looking and without turning her
head she said, "you're always looking at me Dr. Williams. Is there
something wrong?"

"God no, Melanie," he responded, immediately feeling flushed, "I'm
sorry, but it is the effect of the clothes that you wear!"

"What do you mean?" she asked innocently, stopping what she was doing
and turning to him.

"Well, it's like I said to Emma earlier, you're a very beautiful young
girl and wearing clothes like that it is very hard for a man not to 
want to look."

"Do you really think I'm beautiful?" she asked, her pretty face beaming.

"Of course," he told her, "you're very beautiful, but..."

"But what?" she prompted him.

"Well, I shouldn't  be talking to you about things like this, it's not 
my place."

"That's okay," she said, putting her foot down and distractedly
readjusting her skirt so that it covered a couple more inches of her
legs than before. "I'd like to know what you think."

The car in front moved and he had to tear his eyes away from her legs
to roll his car forward a few feet. He answered her without looking back
as he could feel his cock stirring again.

"Melanie...Mel...I'm a responsible man, and a father. I love my daughter
and want to keep her safe. When I look at a pretty girl like you
dressed like you are...it...it makes me think things that I shouldn't
and if that happens to me then how many other men will be thinking 
the same. Do you understand what I mean?"

"I think so," she said, twirling one of her pigtails between her
fingers, "you're saying that you don't like to look at attractive 
girls dressed sexily."

"No, that's not it at all," he said, looking at her in exasperation,
his tone softening as he saw her suppressed laughter, "how old are
you Mel?"

"I'm fourteen," she said, "fifteen in two weeks' time."

"And that," he told her, "is the real problem. You're so young, and
men seeing you dressed like that will think that you're older than you
are...and if they try...that is, if anything should happen both you
and they could end up in a lot of trouble."

"But nothing is going to happen Dr. Williams," she told him, "we
just wear clothes like this for fun. All the girls I know are not
going to do anything stupid just because a man gawps at us."

"Oh, I know," he sighed, resting his head against the back of his seat,
"sometimes I feel like a victorian Dad, but I can't help it."

They sat in silence for moment and then Mel said, "why don't you come 
shopping with me and see what it's like?"

"Oh, no I couldn't do that," he said, "you wouldn't want me hanging
around and spoiling your day."

"I would!" she shouted, bouncing in her seat at the idea that had
just struck her, "not the spoiling the day bit 'cos you wouldn't do
that, but if you come around with me then I can show you what fun
it is, what the other girls are wearing and so on. Then maybe you can
lighten up on Emma a bit!"

"Gee thanks, Mel!" he said, but unable to stop himself laughing at
her enthusiasm.

"Well, you know what I mean," she explained, "if you understand things
a bit better then you can let her wear some of the stuff that she
buys and you don't have to worry about why she's wearing it. She's
always with me and the other girls anyway so you've nothing to worry
about. Go on, come in with me?"

"I don't know," he hesitated, but then saw the fake pleading look
that she had on her face.

"Please Dr. Williams," she pleaded, putting on a little girl voice,
"please come shopping with me."

"Okay!" he laughed, "if you insist!"

"Great!" she said, "maybe you could even buy something for Emma to cheer
her up!"

Thinking that maybe he had just been set up, Dr. Williams shook his
head and turned to the task of finding a parking space.

Chapter 7 - Shops and changing rooms
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Five minutes later they were walking across the underground car park
together, Dr. Williams still unsure what he was getting himself into.
He glanced at Melanie next to him, almost skipping along and grinning
at him. Clearly she was very happy that he was coming in with her
so this put his mind at rest a bit. As he looked at her a thoughtful
look came onto her pretty face.

"Dr. Williams?" she asked him.

"Yes, Mel?" 

"I was just wondering, would it be better for me to call you something
else when we are in the shops?"

"What do you mean?" he asked her.

"Well, it might sound a bit weird to people if they hear me calling you
Dr. Williams all the time, don't you think?"

"I think you're probably right," he replied, wondering why he hadn't
thought of that. The obvious answer was that he was having difficulty
thinking at all at the moment.

"So, what would you like to call me instead?" he prompted her with a 
smile.

"Hmm, well, I was thinking, I've never really had an uncle and I
always thought that it would be cool to have one who would help me
out and show me around and stuff, so how about Uncle John?"

"I suppose it could be much worse," he told her, "that sounds, er,
cool."

Melanie giggled at his discomfort and reached out to take hold of his
hand saying, "okay Uncle John, let's go shopping!"

The touch of her hand against his was electric and his heart started
racing, but he tried to keep his outward appearance calm. Pretending
that holding her hand was exactly what he had been planning on doing
anyway he tried to keep his tone light as he asked her, "so, where
do we go first?"

"I thought we'd go and have a look for a new skirt for me first of 
all," she answered.

Two minutes later Dr. Williams was following Melanie obediently around
the first clothes shop. The loud music and bright lights and coloured
clothes made him feel more like he was in a night club than a shop, 
but Mel seemed to be completely at home.

There were a couple of other girls in the shop. They were both around
the same age as Mel and spared him nothing other than a quick glance.
The bored salesgirls who were slightly older were chatting behind the
tills. The lack of attention only helped slightly with Dr. Williams'
feeling of discomfort at being in this unusual place. He was still 
extremely worried about what someone would think if they saw him 
in here with this pretty girl who wasn't his daughter. Just as his
thoughts were starting to really bother him, Mel pulled something
from a rack and turned to show it to him.

"What do you think of this, Uncle John?" she asked, smiling up at
him and holding up a small, white piece of material on a hanger.

"Er, very nice," he replied, "what is it?"

"It's a skirt, silly," she chided him playfully, turning back to look
at the racks.

"That can't be a skirt!" he responded in amazement, it looked far too
small.

"It is, it's a stretchy one," Mel called over her shoulder, "I'll try
it on in a moment and show it to you."

At this, Dr. Williams immediately forgot his negative thoughts as the
picture of Melanie squeezed into the tiny skirt filled his head.

The next few minutes passed in a daze as Melanie handed him several
small pieces of clothing to hold for her. Once she decided that there
was enough for her to try on she made her way over to the changing
cubicles.  An almost imperceptible nod from one of the salesgirls was 
enough to indicate that she could just go in, so Mel pushed the
curtain of one of the cubicles aside and stepped in. Dr. Williams
handed her the clothes and she smiled at him and pulled the curtain
closed.

The changing cubicles were in the rear corner of the shop which was 
fairly well hidden from the outside. Dr. Williams relaxed slightly,
thinking that the chances of anyone seeing him there was quite remote.
He tried to wait patiently for Mel, but the cubicles only consisted
of thick curtains hanging on rails mounted on the wall so he was very
aware of the movement going on inside.

He noticed that the salesgirls were looking over at him and giggling
so made it very obvious that he wasn't looking at the curtains as Mel
was changing. When he glanced back at them they were looking out of 
the shop window at someone walking past. Suddenly there was a swish
behind him and Mel opened the curtain that was hiding her. He 
turned at the sound and almost gasped.

Mel had changed from her black skirt into the new, white one and it was
just about the most figure-hugging thing he had ever seen. She had
also swapped her t-shirt for a shorter, plain red one which also seemed
incredibly tight.

She laughed at the expression on his face and then did a spin for 
him, standing on tiptoes (he noticed that she had kicked her shoes off).

"What do you think?" she asked him.

"Christ Mel," he said, "what are you wearing?"

"Don't you like it?" she pouted.

Of course he liked it! She looked amazing, the skirt was squeezed
tightly around her waist showing her blossoming curves. The t-shirt
clung to her budding breasts and everything else was revealed to him.
Her long, tanned legs and bare feet, her dark hair in a ponytail
and her pretty, smiling face. Melanie giggled and he realised that he
had been staring again.

"I think, er, you look great Mel," he stammered, "but it is very
revealing isn't it?"

"Would you let Emma wear this?" she asked him.

"No, definitely not," he replied.

"Okay," she said, nodding thoughtfully to herself, "let me try
something else then."

Melanie turned and with a flourish drew the curtain closed behind her.
Dr. Williams began to feel his cock stirring as he thought about
how ravishing she looked and wondering what she was going to be 
wearing the next time. From the outset he had known that he hadn't
really come along to try and get a better understanding of the clothes
his daughter wanted to wear. Now, as his arousal started to build, he
began to fantasise about seeing more and more of this stunning teenage
girl. He decided that, rather than admonishing her for any revealing
outfits, he would try and encourage her.

His thoughts were interrupted as the curtain swished open again
and Melanie stepped forward for his inspection. He almost gulped
aloud. This time she was wearing a short, sports top which was, again
pulled tight against her breasts. Her nipples were poking very 
visibly at the thin material. She had changed the tight, white shorts
for a pair which matched the top. They were not quite as tight, but
still clung to her.

"How about this then?" Melanie asked him, turning around on the spot
for him to look.

"That looks...er...very nice," he answered, his mouth feeling quite
dry.

"Oh, is that all?" she asked, pouting again.

"Well, actually," Dr. Williams found himself smiling at her blatant
search for his approval, "actually you look great Mel!"

"Really?" she asked, "so would you mind if Emma wore this outfit?"

Now he wasn't sure what to say. His honest feeling was that he would
love to see Emma wearing the outfit, but he wouldn't be at all happy
for her to go out in public wearing it. He wanted to see Mel wearing
more outfits like this though, so he decided to slowly change his
reactions to becoming more positive.

"Well," he said to the girl, pretending he was seriously thinking
about the outfit, "it is still quite revealing, but it does look
good on you and it is also quite sporty and sporty clothes have to
be quite revealing, don't they?"

"That's right!" she replied, "so maybe it would be okay for Emma to 
have something like this then, something sporty?"

"Er, well, I suppose so," he told her.

"Great!" she answered, "that's sorted then, I'm going to get these!"

"Oh," Dr. Williams said, trying not to sound disappointed, "does that
mean you're finished?"

"No," said Mel, turning and closing the curtain behind her, but this
is enough from here, "your talk of sport has reminded me that I wanted
to get a new swimming costume so I was thinking that we'll pay for this
and do that next."

"Sounds good!" he told her, his disappointment changing to heightened
excitement at the thought of Melanie in even skimpier clothes.

Dr. Williams listened to the sounds from behind the curtain for a 
couple of minutes, his cock swelling as he fantasised about the young
girl getting changed. His reverie was interrupted by Mel's slightly
breathless voice.

"Er, Uncle John?"

"Yes, Mel?"

"I've got, er, a bit of a problem."

"What sort of problem?" he asked her, puzzled.

"I've got my earring caught in my top and I'm a bit stuck. Can you
give me a hand?"

His heart seemed to miss a beat, she wanted him to go into where she
was changing. He looked around the shop and nobody seemed to be giving
him a second glance. Trying to force his cock to go down he decided not
to miss this opportunity and pulled one of the curtains back just
slightly to have a look what was going on inside.

Melanie was standing with her back to him, still wearing the shorts, but
with both her arms over her head. Both her arms were entangled in the
sports top which was caught in the ring hanging from her left ear.
The top was covering Mel's face so she couldn't see Dr. Williams
as he shifted position to look over her shoulder at the full-length
mirror in front of her. Her perky little breasts were as wonderful as
he had imagined them, her nipples standing erect. 

"I think I might have to come in there to free you up Mel, will that be
okay or shall I go and get one of the assistant to help you?"

"No, I don't want them to see me like this - I want you to do it. 
I don't mind you seeing me."

'Okay then,' he thought to himself and quickly stepped through the gap,
closing the curtains behind him. There was very little room inside and
he had to gently take hold of Melanie's waist with both hands to guide
her forward a step so that he had more room. The feel of her soft, warm
skin under his hands excited him even more and he backed away from her
slightly to avoid prodding her with his erection.

"Can you see where it's stuck?" she asked him.

"Not really," he lied, the offending earring being completely visible
to him, "your arms are in the way, here let me have a go."

He reached up and took hold of one of her hands, pretending to be trying
to work things free. Keeping his other hand on her naked waist, he
squeezed her gently as he pretended to try and free her.

"It's no good," he told her, "you'll have to turn around, I can't
reach from here."

"Okay," Mel answered in a quiet voice and, more quickly than he was
expecting, turned to face him. Her hip brushed against his erection as
she turned and he quickly moved back, hoping that she wouldn't notice.
He looked at her in silence for a moment, admiring her firm, teenage
body, her breasts displayed to perfection by her awkward position.
What he really wanted to do was lean forward and suck on one of her
hard little nipples and then to work those tight shorts down her 
beautiful long legs...

"Uncle John" Mel said, startling him out of his reverie, "is that any
better?"

"That's much better Mel!" he answered her, slightly too loudly. 
Deciding that if he delayed for much longer then the girl would start
to become suspicious, Dr. Williams reached for the problem earring,
his gaze lingering on her naked breasts.

"I think I've got it now Mel, hold on," he told her, gently freeing 
her. "There you go."

Mel carefully lifted the top the rest of the way over her head and off.
She looked up at him with a smile.

"Thanks...er...Uncle John," she said, then suddenly realised that she
was virtually naked in front of him and hissed loudly. "Shit!" she 
exclaimed, her hands coming up to cover her breasts as she turned away
from him.

"Don't worry Mel," he tried to reassure her, "I'm a doctor remember,
I've seen it all before."

"I know," she said, turning to look at him again with her hands still 
tightly pressed to her chest, "but it's still embarrassing!"

"Okay," he said, "I think I'd better step outside."

As he reluctantly turned to leave he was suddenly aware of a noise 
outside the cubicle. As he hesitated, Mel noticed.

"What's wrong?"

"There's someone outside," he hissed at her, "I can't go out now 
they'll see that I was in here with you."

At that moment the voice of another young girl came from outside, "I
think I can manage on my own thanks Mum!"

This was followed by the quick swish of the curtain of the adjoining 
cubicle and a muttering from a woman who was obviously the girl's
mother. Dr. Williams swore silently to himself: she was standing 
directly outside leaving him trapped with a semi-naked Melanie.

"When you've tried those two on, I've got another three here for you to 
try," said the woman suddenly.


As he heard this, Dr. Williams looked back at Mel. She was still 
standing, half-facing him, her hands covering her small breasts. Her 
wide-eyed expression told him that she had heard this and knew that 
he was stuck in here with her.

"I have to get dressed," she whispered to him.

He nodded and answered, "I'll close my eyes."

She nodded back to him and indicated that he should stand against the 
mirror to give her a bit more space.

He began to carefully move past her, but in doing so there was no way 
that he could avoid contact with her body again. Her hip brushed 
against his thigh, causing his cock to burst back to life. Luckily, Mel 
turned her back on him once he was past so she couldn't see the very 
obvious bulge his cock was making. He forced his back up against the 
wall and then remembered he was supposed to close his eyes and so, 
reluctantly, he did so.

After hearing a few seconds of movement he flinched suddenly as Mel 
backed firmly into him, her bottom just nestling under his cock and
forcing it to stand up even further. She obviously felt something there
that she wasn't expecting and shifted her position slightly, trying to
work out what it was.

Dr. Williams couldn't help but gasp as the girl gently moved against his
engorged cock. He opened his eyes as she stopped and saw that she was 
half-turned to look at him. Her hands went to cover her breasts again
as she saw him looking at her, but there was a slight grin on her face.

"Sorry Uncle John," she said, "there isn't enough room in here for the 
two of us and I can't make enough room to bend over to take these shorts
off without falling out of the cubicle. Could you help me?"

His heart began to pound even harder as she said this. It looked as 
though there probably was room for Mel to remove her shorts and he was
sure that she knew he was standing there with a massive erection. So,
clearly she was teasing him. It only took a moment for him to decide 
that he didn't care and to take the opportunity that had been sent his 
way.

"You...you want me to help you take your shorts off?" he managed to
whisper.

"Yes, but no peeking" she answered, stepping forward slightly to give 
him room, "I think you should be able to reach down and take them off."

Thinking that if he hesitated, the young girl might change her mind,
Dr. Williams reached tentatively for the tight shorts.

"You're sure about this?" he whispered to her as he slipped his
fingers just inside the waistband.

"Just do it."

Taking her at her word, but determined to savour the experience, he 
slowly slipped the fingers of each hand inside the waistband, took
hold of the stretchy material and began to pull the shorts down over 
her hips. This turned out to be slightly more tricky than he expected
and he had to tug slightly to get the material to move. Once he had
worked the shorts down a few inches they moved more easily and he got
a better grip of the material and pushed them further down, revealing
the smooth cheeks of her bottom.

Breathing heavily, he leaned forward to work the shorts the rest of the
way down her legs. His face briefly brushed against the teenager's 
naked posterior causing his cock to twitch.  Then it was done, he let
go and the shorts were pooled around Melanie's feet.

As he straightened, Melanie kicked the shorts away with her foot and 
then spoke to him over her shoulder.

"Can you pass me my t-shirt...or it might be easier if you put it on
for me."

With this, Melanie lifted her arms out in front of her, indicating that
he should slip the t-shirt over her hands. Dr. Williams began to worry
that his lust would get the better of him as the teenage girl stood
naked in front of him, leaning forward slightly and with her hands in
the air. The desire to put his hands around her waist and pull her
tight body towards him was almost overwhelming, but he managed to fight
it enough to turn and pick her pink t-shirt from the hook just behind
him. Melanie's small, white panties were revealed, hanging from the same
hook beneath the t-shirt.

Scared that he was going to jab her again with his cock, Dr. Williams
managed to reach forward and slip the t-shirt over Melanie's 
outstretched hands. He tugged it up her arms and over her head and then 
down over her body as she obligingly kept her hands out, letting him 
do the work.  Unable to resist, when the t-shirt was in place he let 
his hands rest on her hips, savouring the feel of her smooth, warm skin.

"Now what?" he whispered to her, almost afraid of what she might suggest
next.

"My knickers next, I think," she answered quietly, "but...well..."

"What is it Mel?"

"Well...er...Dr. Williams...er...Uncle John, can I show you something?"

His mouth dry, he answered, "well of course you can Mel. What is it?"

"Well, you know how you're a doctor and everything?"

"Yes, go on."

"Could you have a look at something which is a bit embarrassing?"

"If you want me to, I will," he told her, "what is it?"

"Just this," she said, turning to face him.

Chapter 8 - A shared secret
===========================

"Mel, what...?" was all that Dr. Williams managed to say before falling
silent as the young girl, naked from the waist down turned to face him.
His eyes were drawn down to the bare skin below the hem of her t-shirt,
but he forced himself to look Melanie in the eye.

"Mel, I really don't think this is a good idea," he whispered.

"I just want your advice," she whispered back, the unsettling glint in
her gaze causing him to glint.

"About what?" he asked, forcing himself not to look at her exposed
pussy.

"About this, silly," she said emphatically, taking hold of the hem of
her t-shirt and lifting it to reveal herself to him.

Dr. Williams couldn't resist any longer and glanced down. In the slightly
cramped conditions there was not much that he could see clearly except
for her slightly paler skin and a light dusting of dark hair over her
pussy, but this was enough to cause his cock to start jerking in his
trousers. Worried that he might be about to come right there he took a
deep breath and tried to calm down.

"Well I can't really see very well in here," he tried to tell her calmly,
"but it doesn't look like there is anything obviously wrong."

"Emma...well some of the other girls are...you know...they don't have
any hair down there..."

He gulped before replying, "well, it's normal for girls of your age to
have some hair in this area, though it varies from girl to girl."

He looked up at her face to see that she was grinning at him.

"I know that silly, but the girls at school have started to get rid of
it and I don't want to be left out."

"Mel, what is it you're asking me?"

"I tried to shave it off with my Dad's razor but it didn't work very 
well and made me sore so I thought that being a doctor you'd be able
to help me out and do it properly."

The words exploded out of her and she let out a long "phew" at the end,
obviously finding it difficult to talk about this to Dr. Williams.

Dr. Williams couldn't believe his luck, but was determined not to let
the opportunity pass him by.

"I'm not sure it is really right for me to do that Mel, but I'll help
you out if you want. One condition though."

"What's that Uncle John?" she asked him, smiling and bouncing on
tip toes with happiness that he had agreed to help.

"You have to keep this a complete secret. Nobody must know that I
helped you."

"Is that all?" she asked, "Of course I won't tell anyone! I won't tell
anyone about this either. So, when can we do it?"

"Let's get out of this situation first," he told her, "we'll decide 
that when we are at home."

"Okay," she nodded earnestly, "can you reach my knickers then?"

"I think so," he told her, reaching for the hook on the wall. Passing
them to Mel, it seemed as though suddenly she was much more able to
look after herself and she quickly slipped the knickers up over her 
long legs. The rest of her clothes followed and then it was time to
leave the changing cubicle. 

The mother and daugher had left the adjoining cubicle and Dr. Williams
quickly looked around outside, checked that the coast was clear and
slipped out from behind the curtain.

Mel joined him a few seconds later, beaming at him as she opened
the curtain. They headed to the counter to pay. The girls serving 
hadn't noticed that anything unusual had gone on and, once they
had paid, Mel took hold of his hand and skipped alongside him as they
left the shop.

"Didn't you want to go and look somewhere else?" he asked her.

"No, I've got enough," the teenager told him, "let's go home now!"

Chapter 8 - Back home
=====================

By the time they pulled back into the drive at his house Dr. Williams
had managed to regain a semblance of composure. For most of the drive
he had been sitting with a hard-on, trying to make pleasant conversation
with Mel who was sitting primly next to him as though nothing out of the
ordinary had happened in the shop.

As soon as the door was opened, Mel rushed into the house, shouted
"thanks for the lift Dr. Williams!" and ran upstairs to find Emma.

Dr. Williams himself headed into the kitchen to make himself a drink.
His wife, Helen, was already in there, sitting at the table. She
looked up, saw him and smiled.

"Looks like going shopping has got you all hot and bothered!"

"Well..." he started to reply, but was cut off by her laughter.

"Don't worry, I know what it is like ferrying the girls around - hard
work and usually very noisy."

"True," he said, letting out a sigh, sitting down next to her and
picking up the evening newspaper.

A few minutes later Emma entered the room, dressed far more reasonably
than she had been earlier.

"Mum, would you mind driving us to the video library? Mel was going
to stay for a bit if that's okay and we wanted to get something to watch."

"Okay," Helen replied, "I suppose that your father has done more than
his share of taxiing today and I would imagine that you want to go
right now?"

"Yes please," Emma replied sweetly, then turned to give Dr. Williams
a quick glare before leaving again.

"Right, I'd better get off then," Helen said to him, "I'll see about
picking us something to eat on the way back as well if you like. I
don't know about you, but I don't fancy cooking tonight."

"Sounds great," he replied giving her a peck on the cheek as she left.

Five minutes later he heard the front door closing behind them and then
the sound of the car pulling away. His cock immediately stirred into life
as his surpressed thoughts of the afternoon came back to the surface.

Heading into his study he unlocked the computer and sat in front of it,
trousers unzipped and his hard cock in his hand. As he slowly began
to stroke himself with one hand, he flicked through the pictures of
Emma with his other. At the same time he cast his mind back to seeing
Mel in the changing room that afternoon. She had asked him to shave
her pussy for her hadn't she? His cock started to twitch at the thought
and he released it for a second to try and prolong the pleasure.

As he reached one of the shots showing a close-up of Emma's hairless
and very wet pussy he started to stroke himself faster ready to come.
Suddenly he heard a gasp behind him.

"My god Dr. Williams, what are you doing?!"


Chapter 9 - Caught red-handed
=============================

For a second he froze, his heart pounding so hard he was afraid it might
be a heart attack. Then as he frantically stuffed his cock inside his
trousers he hear Mel walk up to him.

"Oh my god!" she shrieked in delight, "you are such a naughty man
Dr. Williams!"

"Mel, I thought you had gone out!" he blurted, his cock rapidly deflating
with the shock.

"Clearly," she said happily, "I told them I was tired and would wait 
here and that I didn't think you would mind! So, is that Emma on the 
screen?"

"Shit!" he exclaimed and quickly turned off the monitor.

"Mel," he stuttered, looking down at the floor, "I don't know what to 
say."

"Dr. Williams," she said, "why don't you turn around and look at me?"

He reluctantly did so and gasped aloud at what he saw. Mel was standing
just behind him, wearing the tight white top she had been modelling
for him in the shop earlier...and nothing else. She was holding the 
skimpy shorts in her hand by her side.

She smiled at his discomfort as he looked at her, trying his hardest
not to look at her exposed pussy.

She moved a step closer to him, causing his cock to leap back to life.

"I wondered who it was who had shaved Emma, but I never thought it was
you," she said, suddenly leaning forward and switching the monitor back
on again.

Dr. Williams was painfully aware of the closeness of her body and her
perfume as she leant across him. Not knowning what else to do he let
her power the monitor back on and the picture of Emma's naked pussy
came back into view.

"So, is this your favourite picture?" she asked, still leaning over him
and looking at the screen, "can I see the others?"

"Mel, I don't think this is such a good idea."

"Perhaps you're right," she answered, straightening up, "maybe I'd better
just go."

"I...er...well...perhaps," he stammered.

"Or, you could do the same for me," she said.

"What?"

"Remember what I asked you in the shop? Well I still want you to do it 
and now I see how much you enjoy doing it I don't feel so worried about
asking. So where do you want me?"

"What?" he blurted again.

"Is that all you can say?" she asked, giggling, "where shall I sit or
whatever so that you can get rid of my hair?"

Dr. Williams took in a deep breath to try and calm himself and get a 
grip on the situation. Did Mel really not want to run screaming from 
the house after finding him masturbating over naked pictures of his own 
daughter?

"Mel, you seem to be taking this very calmly," he finally said to her.

"Well, why not?" she said, "I knew you were looking at me and I knew
what you were thinking."

"I wasn't thinking anything!" 

"Yeah, right, and you weren't just playing with yourself looking at
pictures of Emma either were you?"

"You got me there," he said, the fight draining from him.

"So, where do you want me?"

"I...er...perhaps in the bathroom?"

"Great, let's go!" she said, bouncing on her heels and turning towards 
the door. Dr. Williams silently followed her, his mind whirling, his 
eyes focussed on her taut, naked backside as she led the way.

Chapter 10 - In the bathroom
============================

"How about this?" Mel asked him as he entered the bathroom. She was 
sitting on the edge of the bath with her legs spread wide apart, just 
the tips of her toes resting on the floor. With one hand she was pulling
up her top to show him her pussy.

"Christ Mel," he gasped, "I can't believe you're doing this."

"I need you to do it for me Dr. Williams," she replied, "the other girls
will laugh at me if I don't."

"But you know...I could get into a lot of trouble for this..if er.."

"Don't worry," she laughed, "I'm not going to tell anyone! I'll get
dressed again though if you really don't want to do it."

With this last comment she pulled a little girl's pretend upset face
at him and he had to laugh, whilst at the same time his cock was
once again starting to throb with excitement.

"Alright, I'll do it," he said

"Great!"

"I'm not going to shave you though," he told her, "using cream will 
give a much better result."

"Okay," Mel nodded, looking very slightly nervous.

Two minutes later, Dr. Williams was ready and with a shaking hand
he began to gently spread the hair removal cream around the naked
girl's pussy. Trying to ignore her sigh as he touched her, he 
attempted to move as quickly as possible, but soon found
that he needed to kneel down and get closer in order to work on 
her slightly more innaccessible parts. As his face moved closer
to the teenager's pussy he became very aware of just how wet she
was.

Suddenly he wasn't trying to be quite as careful as before and 
as he worked at the fine hair down one side of her pussy lips, 
he brushed his finger very gently across her wetness. Mel let
out a low moan as he did this and flinched slightly away from
him.

"Sorry," he told her.

"It's okay," she whispered back, "I don't mind."

As she settled back down, Dr. Williams took this as a sign to 
continue and set back to work. Within a few minutes he was done
and sat back to admire his handiwork. 

The young teenage girl was sitting slightly uncomfortably on the
edge of the bath looking down at him with a glazed look on her
face. She was breathing heavily as he took in the sight of her,
all creamed up, naked from the waist down and with her legs 
spread wide apart. There in the midst of the white cream was
her wet, pink pussy. God how he wanted to taste it, but he 
tried to keep hold of this desire.

"Just five minutes now, Mel," he told her, his voice strangling
slightly. This seemed to rouse her from her daze. 

"Okay," she replied, "god Dr. Williams is it me or is it really
hot in here?"

He had to laugh at this, the sweat running from his brow, "it's
not just you Mel, it certainly is quite hot in here."

Five slightly uncomfortable minutes later, Dr. Williams returned
to his position between the young girl's legs and quickly finished
the removal of her hair. After cleaning her up and patting her
down, he sat back again to look at her. 

"You look stunning," he said, voice cracking again, this time there
was nothing at all hiding her beautiful pussy, a drip of moisture
clearly visible and about to drop. 

"Dr. Williams?" Mel asked him breathlessly.

"Yes, Mel," he answered, looking up at her.

"Will you touch me please?"

"Of course I will," he replied without hesitation, "you only had to 
ask."

With this he reached out and trailed his finger over her now smooth
pubic mound and down to her wetness.

"Oh god," Mel whispered as his first finger slid between her pussy lips.
With his other hand he gently spread her lips apart and then very slowly
began to slide his finger up and down her virgin slit.

"Has anyone ever done this for you before?" he asked her.

"God, no," she answered, gasping as he inserted a finger tip just
inside her.

"So, has anyone ever done _this_ for you before?" he asked, leaning
forward and very quickly flicking his tongue over her lips, up
towards the erect bud of of her clit."

"Shit, no," she said, "oops, sorry Dr. Williams."

Realising that she was apologising for her inadvertent swearing he
had to laugh again, "Mel, just relax and enjoy it."

With this he leant forward again and began to work his tongue over
her in earnest, savouring the wonderful taste of her. It was obvious 
that she was very excited and so he very quickly homed in on her 
distended clit, suckling on it and then working it rhythmically with his
tongue as his fingers slid over her wetness.

"Oh, shit," she moaned, her fingers gripping his hair as he worked
on her.

"Come for me Mel," he ordered her, "there's a good girl."

"Oh yes, Dr. Williams," she shouted and then pushed her pussy into
his face as the orgasm hit her.

It took a few moments before she was able to relax again and release
him, then Dr. Williams sat back and looked up at her. 

"Thanks Dr. Williams," she told him.

"My pleasure Mel," he answered and then tried to stand, but his
hard-on made this very difficult. The young girl could clearly see
his discomfort and stood up as well, standing close.

"I don't know what to do," she told him, reaching out to rest one
hand on the bulge in the front of his trousers, "but it is only
fair don't you think?"

"Mel, I er...really don't think that that is a good idea..."

"Don't you want me to?" she asked him, pouting up at him again, the
effect electric as she stood there, face flushed after her orgasm and
naked from the waist down. She started to gently rub her hand over
the tip of his cock through his trousers.

"I think it is a very good idea, don't you agree Dr. Williams?"

Unable to fight the sensations he had to give in, "yes I think it
probably is."

Mel continued to rub her hand over his throbbing cock. 

"I think I may need regular visits with you Dr. Williams," 
she told him, looking up with a smile, "would that be okay?"

"Yes...that would be fine," he managed to answer.

"Can I take it out?" she asked.

He nodded mutely and Mel unzipped his trousers, slipping her hand
inside and working his hard cock out through the front of his boxers.

"Aah," she exclaimed, taking hold gently and looking down at him,
"what should I do?"

"Just move your hand up and down slowly," he told her, "I'm afraid
you've got me very excited Mel so it is not going to take very long."

"Really?" she asked him happily, her hand slowly moving up and 
down his erection.

"Oh god yes."

"Dr. Williams?" she whispered to him.

"Hmm?" 

"Would you like to take some pictures of me too?"

"What?!"

"Well, I thought that maybe you would like to take some pictures of
me like you did with Emma. I thought it might be fun. I can dress
up for you if you like."

"Oh god Mel," he groaned, "what are you trying to do to me?"

She giggled at this and kept her hand slowly moving, "perhaps you'd
like me to put on my uniform for you? You seem to like me in that."

"Oh yes!" he answered.

Suddenly there was a bang from downstairs and a voice shouted up, 
"Mel, are you there, we're back, come down and see what we got!"

"Shit!" Dr. Williams hissed, pulling back from Mel's grip and trying
to zip himself up, "oh shit!"

Mel quickly scrambled into her clothes. "Don't worry," she told him,
"I'll go down first and you can follow me when you're ready."

"God Mel, you are incredible," he told her.

"Thanks Dr. Williams," she said, standing on tiptoe and giving 
him a quick kiss on the cheek, then opened the door and closed it
behind her. He listened to her receding steps as he tried to get
is breath, fighting back the mixed feelings of fading excitement,
frustration and fear that they could have been caught. Only after
several deep breaths and an extended period splashing cold water 
on his face did he feel up to joining the others downstairs.


Epilogue - Future plans
=======================

Later that evening, after a shared meal which seemed to go reasonably
normally after the day's excitement, it was time for Mel to go home.
His wife Helen was taking her and the girls were saying their farewells
to each other in the hallway.

"Weren't you girls planning on doing something next weekend?"

"I'm not sure Mum, why?" asked Emma.

"Well, I'm away next weekend with work and I thought maybe the
two of you could hang out here and keep your Dad company, what 
do you think?"

"Gee Mum, that sounds cool," said Emma sarcastically, looking at Mel
for support.

"Actually I think it could be cool Em," said Mel, "I was telling your
Dad earlier about my new digital camera that I can't seem to get to
work - perhaps he can help me out with it."

"My purpose in life, if its not a video recorder or computer then
it's a camera," Dr. Williams answered, giving his wife a mock 
exasperated look.

"That's sorted then John," said Helen, "these two young ladies can
amuse you whilst I'm away next weekend."

As they all turned to leave, Mel turned to him and winked, then
the door closed behind her.

"I think I need a drink," he said to himself, heading into the kitchen.

.....

If you'd like to read any more then mail and let me know. All 
feedback and suggestions welcome!

T.
toast_world@123mail.org
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