| I Kissed a Girl, Chapter 7 Doctor Angelina Perez looked down on her pious middle aged patient with deep compassion in her large dark eyes. Her right hand in the examination glove rested on the prone woman's shoulder. "How are you doing?" the doctor asked. She didn't need to use her well developed empathetic senses to see her patient's distress. She couldn't help but wonder how much of missus Spencer's stress was natural trepidation about the very personal examination that she was about to undergo and how much had been caused by her nurse taking ... liberties. Angelina was disappointed in Victoria. She hadn't expected much in the way of an answer from the nervous woman on her exam table, so she patted the shoulder that she'd be resting her hand on, "Just relax as best you can. We're going to get you feeling better soon." Maryann heard the beautiful Latina with the chin length jet black hair assure her in her very mild Spanish accent and at the same time became aware of the nurse deploying the gynecological leg supports. The loud metallic clunks as the stirrups, attached to the long arm, dropped into place sent little vibrations through the table she was lying on. Maryann's arousal spurred by Vicki's less than conventional breast exam had subsided to a low but persistent rumble low in her belly. Her breasts, particularly her right nipple, the one with Victoria's dried saliva on it, were tingling and humming at a higher pitch than her pussy. Angelina looked at the woman's file that was open on the countertop. She read the results of her nurse's pre-exam work. The blood pressure concerned her but she agreed with the recommendation Vicki had noted; to take it when missus Spencer was there for a less stressful procedure. She didn't need to review the other meager details in the jacket that lead to her recommending this exam. Angelina had been essentially raised by nuns. After her enormous potential was recognized she merely visited her parents from time to time but actually lived in the convent. Although they missed their little girl her parents were so proud of the way she'd been practically adopted by the Carmelite sisters; she'd been given over to do the Lord's work. It was without question a higher calling than tending the few animals and barely cultivated patch of dirt that nearly sustained the rest of her family. As a collateral benefit having one less mouth to feed left more for everyone else. Her education was divided up among the Sisters according to each nun's background and talents. Sister Sophia was Angelina's spiritual tutor and proved to be an interesting choice by Madre Chavajay. Sophie was somewhat unconventional in her thinking and only much later did Angie appreciate that the Mother Superior felt that change was needed particularly in the way the church dealt with the women in its congregation. It was Sister Sophia's mission to spearhead that change. It might surprise that sexuality came under the spiritual heading. So from her very first menstrual cramp until she left for the States Angelina's opinions and understanding of all things sexual stemmed from Sophie's teaching. Doctor Perez's opinions were bolstered by her higher education at the very liberal university she'd attended. For a time there was a perceived conflict between the teachings of the Church and the philosophy that she had come to embrace, but Sophia saw her though it. Now Angie was completely at peace with her faith and her views on female sexuality. Madre Chavajay was highly respected right up to the Vatican and Sainthood was not out of the question someday. So when the Mother Superior took a position on something there were few in the Church who dared criticize her. Angelina had always suspected that it was Sister Sophia who had persuaded the head of the convent that the Church's position on women's sexuality was nearly a hundred years out of date and furthermore formulated and perpetuated by a bunch of celibate men. The fear was that if the Church didn't begin to be more reasonable on women's basic human needs that they would loose influence with them in all areas of their life. Fewer female members made them weaker. Sophia wanted to concentrate on the youth in the Church, feeling that the older women would be too set in their ways and not able to adjust to a new philosophy. They had made some efforts in her home country and both Angelina and Sophia were encouraged by renewed enthusiasm among the girls of their Perish. When she was de facto exiled it was one area where the doctor thought she could still contribute. That's why she'd offered Father O'Halleran her services in establishing a group for his young female Parishioners. Teaching the girls that sexual feelings and desires were normal and that they did not intrinsically conflict with obedience to the Church was definitely an uphill battle. The only saving grace was that most priests shied away from the topic altogether, so Angie and her cohorts were only faced with breaching the implied and the inferred taboos; not having to actually reverse doctrine. Stodgy old nuns were actually a much bigger problem. Doctor Perez was pretty sure that what she had on her examination table was the worst outcome of the old repressive philosophy. She was going to check for signs of a physical problem, and in a way she hoped she would find something because it would probably easier to deal with and overcome than a lifetime of mental conditioning. The nurse took each of Maryann's feet in turn and placed them in the cloth covered metal supports. Then she said, "I need you to slide down the table until you feel my hands." The patient followed the familiar orders and experienced the predictable results. Moving down toward the foot of the table caused her knees to bend and her legs to open wider. She felt Victoria's hands touch the backs of her thighs just below—except in this position it was actually above—where her thigh transitioned to her buttock, and knew she had arrived at the extraordinarily embarrassing position. Her spread thighs pulled on the fleshy plumpness of her vulva and she felt her labia part. She knew the coolness that she felt was at least in part due to the wetness that would now leaking. She was watching the nurse's face as she moved her hips down the table, waiting for the very young looking woman's approval. The woman in the crisp white dress stood between her legs watching her patient's womanhood blossom. The expression Maryann saw made the murmuring in her lower belly get louder. This was the third woman's face she'd seen with that look. The first was the novice nun the day she started to prepare her student to use tampons. The second was Doctor Garcia's nurse, Bonnie; and now her daughter's look alike. Angie took her seat on the low stool with the wheeled base and rolled herself into position as Vicki stepped aside. "Please raise missus Spencer's head so she doesn't have to strain her neck," the doctor instructed. The nurse came to the head of the exam table and raised the portion that hinged somewhere near the middle of her patient's back. Now that she was inclined Maryann was able to comfortably see her doctor's pretty face between her thighs. 'Comfortably' applied only to the physical effort necessary to make eye contact with her physician because otherwise there was nothing comfortable about what the nervous and embarrassed woman was feeling. "I'm not going to do a PAP smear today," the doctor informed. Maryann breathed a sigh of relief, taking that to mean that she wouldn't have to endure the insertion of the duckbilled spreading tool. "I'm just going to feel around your labia and do a bimanual exam." The doctor explained how she would conduct the examination watching her patient's terrified expression. "While I have my fingers in your vagina I'll also need to insert two fingers into your anus to check your vaginal wall thickness." Doctor Perez was not surprised to see shock added to the look on her patient's already strained face. "Have you had that done before?" Maryann tried to say no, but no sound came out so she shook her head in the negative. When the doctor informed her of the new part of the procedure she felt her anus involuntarily twitch. "I'm afraid it is a little uncomfortable and I won't need to do it every time, but as you approach menopause it's important for me establish a reference." Doctor Perez lowered her eyes from her patient's face to the nervous woman's conveniently spread vulva. The tilt of her hips promoted by the leg supports allowed the seated doctor to also see the puckered pink ring nestled between her patient's slightly parted buttocks. The state of missus Spencer's arousal was unmistakable given the amount of clear fluid coating the inner labia and their depth of color caused by the engorgement. The faint but distinctive scent was another clear indication. Angie looked over her shoulder at her nurse who had taken up a position behind and just to her left. Vicki's eyes were glued to their patient's vividly displayed sex. When she caught her boss's disparaging glance it was more than sufficient to convey the doctor's disapproval. Doctor Perez concluded that half the purpose of the examination was already compromised. She had wanted to assess the normal state of her patient's sexual excitation, as far as that was possible in the clinical setting. Now that her nurse had adlibbed and applied erotic stimulation there was no way for her to tell how horny the poor sexually repressed Parishioner was under normal circumstances. It was clear to the doctor's experienced eye that her patient was already teetering on the brink of orgasm. "I'm going to touch you now" Angelina warned and brushed the backs of her gloved hands on her patient's inner thighs, to prepare her for the very intimate touch, before she began to very gently separate the folds of the engorged vulva. Maryann tried to cover the moan by exhaling all the air she had but a sound still escaped. "Just relax Maryann," the doctor encouraged. "I know it's embarrassing and uncomfortable but we need to get to the root of your problem." The doctor's skilled fingers were about to expose the root of her problem. The volume of the low pitched rumbling that had occupied her pelvis since the nurse had opened her gown was increasing at an alarming rate. The last time she'd felt anything this intense was just before her old doctor, Doctor Garcia, had begun the same kind of pelvic exam after his nurse had gotten her so worked up. 'It's permitted contact' Maryann's mind was screaming. 'It's not a sin! It can't be a sin to feel this way ... and even if it is I can't help it' Angie's prying fingers had exposed her patient's deepest inner dark pink recesses and above the dark entrance to the rationalizing woman's vagina stood the heart of her problem. The kidney bean sized clitoral glans stood nearly a quarter of an inch clear of its hood. Doctor Perez thought she could almost see it pulsating. Her trained eye scanned all the surrounding tissue for any signs of infection or irregularities and found none. The doctor pressed gently on the urethral opening and observed her patient's reaction. There was no evidence that it caused her any pain and there was no inflammation to suggest a problem there either. The odds of finding a treatable medical condition that made the woman feel chronically aroused were dwindling away rapidly. Maryann had lost her mind; it had gone off into some dreamlike state. She thought it might be similar to the way she'd heard near death experiences described. She was floating on a sea that seemed tranquil—peaceful—almost as though she was out of her body, but not, because she was still acutely aware of the fingers spreading her womanhood. In her other worldly state it was the novice, Teresa, exploring her, searching for the delicate tiny piece of skin that God provided to guard her entrance until the ordained moment. It was Terry helping her to make her monthly burden just a little bit more bearable. The sensations were like that; like that evening after dinner in the novice's private quarters. "OK ... I need you to really relax for me now," Doctor Perez advised and placed her left hand on the dreamy woman's soft abdomen. Angie had placed the water soluble lube within easy reach but there was certainly no need of it for this part. She slid two fingers of her right hand between the spongy slick lips and pushed them smoothly all the way to her patient's cervix. She took great care as she rotated her palm upward not to touch the protruding kidney bean above. The doctor's fingers pressing down on her tummy and up from inside were creating gentle swells on the formerly placid sea on which she was floating. Some part of her tried to stay in the examination room; to stay in the moment, but it was a struggle to not let the blissful little swells carry her away. Angelina was pleased at having gotten this far without incident and completed her examination of the woman's pelvic organs with practiced speed and ease. Holding up the hand she'd used to palpate her patient's belly she glanced at her nurse once again. No words were spoken; Vicki knew what the doctor needed. The experienced nurse applied a large glob of the clear lube to the tan colored latex. "This may feel a little cold" the doctor warned just before she put her lube covered fingers between the cheeks of Maryann's backside. The never before experienced feeling of the slippery fingers on her tender anus forced a guttural sound out of the reclining woman. Her hips automatically tried to flee the invasion. "I know, I know, sweetie" the doctor comforted. "This will only take a minute." The doctor began the penetration of the tightly clenched orifice with her longest finger and then joined it with the next. Once the first knuckle of both digits was past the sphincter muscle she felt the hot interior and slid them the rest of the way in, as far as they could go. She rotated the fingers that were still in missus Spencer's vagina. The fingers of her left hand inside the rectum pressed on the fingers of the right trapping the posterior wall of the vagina and the anterior wall of the colon between them. When she felt the vaginal spasms begin she realized that it was going to be a whole lot less than a minute. To Maryann the fingers in her bum were on fire. She'd never felt such intense heat in her behind and the hot sensation was spreading. The swells on her tranquil sea had become waves and the waves were getting bigger by the second. She was propelled to the top of one and with a gut twisting sensation she dropped over the top and down the other side only to find herself being propelled upward again. She climbed wave after wave only to careen down the other side; each rollercoaster up and down a little bigger than the last. Her pelvis started to move as if trying to follow the wavy contours of the sea on which she was floating—the sea which was anything but tranquil now. Her legs started to tingle beginning with her toes, and then rising up like effervescence rising in a glass of soda. The heat and pressure in her pelvis was not riding waves any longer. It seemed to have been captured by the largest of all the swells and was being driven steadily upward and gaining speed. When the release came Maryann thought everything below her waist had flown apart. She thought if she looked down that she would see fragments of her lower body floating around the examination room. She couldn't look down, her eyes were tightly closed and what she saw was the novice Teresa between her splayed thighs; the image induced by the only other time that she'd experienced sensations this intense. Doctor Perez was feeling the contractions on her fingers. Smoothly she rotated her right hand back until the palm was up. She applied her latex encased thumb to the kidney bean sized glans that she had been so carefully avoiding up to that moment. Rolling the firm nubbin under her thumb she felt the almighty spasm, and her patient's hips thrust up off the table until the sexually repressed woman's entire body was arched. The only contact the woman on the table retained with the world was through her upper shoulders and her heels. Angie had to lift her own hips off the mobile little stool in order to keep the fingers of both her hands full embedded in their respective orifices. The mature hips pumped several times a foot above the paper covered vinyl. The sensation of her lower body reassembling like the pixels of an exploded computer image coming together made the woman arched above the examination table feel faint. Her head was spinning and swimming but the intensity of the thrill, like the waves created by throwing a bolder into a mirror smooth pond, were diminishing and fading to ripples. Her consciousness was no longer threatened and the breath-taking explosion was replaced by a warm amazingly peaceful feeling. An image of the Madonna floated through her mind and the Holy Mother seemed to give her blessing. She barely felt Doctor Perez remove her fingers from inside her body. Angelina's and Victoria's eyes met knowingly. The doctor rose from the stool and said to her nurse, "Clean up ... with no extracurricular activities, please" she ignored the disappointed and stressed look of the too young to be a nurse and left the room. Outside in the hall Angie took a moment with her back against the wall for support. When she felt sufficiently under control she walked unsteadily to her office. Vicki tried to keep her hands from trembling while using the sterile wipes to remove the vaginal secretions and the lubricating gel from the patient's pelvic region. There was a violent storm raging between her legs that threatened to unravel her professionalism completely. When she was done she helped her patient sit up, "OK missus Spencer we're all done. When you're dressed the doctor would like to discuss her findings in the office." With that the nurse left the room. The paper on the table was much less crunchy when she slid off onto her rubbery legs. The warm glow had dulled a little but she still felt an amazing peace. The only other time Maryann could recall feeling so peaceful was when she counted out the Rosary and really felt she was communing with God. 'It wasn't wrong ... it wasn't sinful' she told herself as she dressed. It was part of the medical examination and out of her hands and in the hands of her doctor. She looked at the religious images that adorned the walls of the examination room and they renewed her confidence that Doctor Perez was a woman of God, who would not lead her into iniquity. The door to Angelina's office was ajar. Maryann rapped on the frame. "Come in ... come in" the Hispanic woman behind the desk responded. "Have a seat; I have good news for you." The doctor had removed her white coat and Maryann was ashamed of herself for noticing how disproportionately large her doctor's breasts were. 'You've really got to get over this breast fixation' she chided herself as she took a seat in front of the desk. She miraculously managed to suppress her embarrassment over having an orgasm during the examination. It was something about the amazing calm and relaxed feeling that had taken over her senses. Deep down there was remorse and humiliation but, for the moment at least, she was able to face the physician without feeling the need to run away or crawl under her chair. "I found no irregularities or abnormalities at all in the course of the examination. There is no sign of infection whatsoever." The glowing yet embarrassed woman across the desk took a moment to digest the information. 'How is that good news' she wondered. 'I was hoping she'd find a medical condition that explained my troublesome urges ... she's saying everything is normal ... so now what am I going to do.' "So if everything is normal why do I ... I have these feelings ... like ... like I need to touch myself?" Maryann felt her composure start to slip. The warm placid feeling was being overwhelmed by fear, or maybe it was guilt. "That's what I'm telling you. It's normal to have those feelings. There'll be points in your cycle when your arousal responses will be more sensitive and other times that they won't be as strong, but when you are confronted with the right stimuli it is completely normal to become sexually excited," Doctor Perez explained leaning forward and speaking earnestly. "But ... but I don't have a husband and ... and—" Maryann had pulled a tissue out of her purse and was dabbing the tears that had escaped the welling eyes. "There are ways you can provide yourself with—" " Nooo ..." the weeping woman interrupted in a shockingly loud wail. "It's a sin ... it's forbidden except with ... with a man ... your husband to make babies!" The pain and frustration in her patient's voice touched Angie's heart. The woman was looking down at the tissue she was holding, and gradually shredding. Angelina reached across the desk and took hold of one of Maryann's hands. "No, no honey where did you get that idea?" the doctor had a pretty good idea but she needed her patient to reveal the source of her dilemma before she could debunk it. Maryann raised her head and looked at the Latina behind the desk in disbelief. How could she so easily, so off-handedly dismiss a paradigm that she'd held all her life? "I went to a convent school and the Mother Superior told me that there were only three reasons contact with your ... your ... uh, down there was permitted. She ... uh, she told me that any other touching was a sin ... that I'd have to confess and ... and do penance for ... for—." Maryann's eyes were back on the mutilated facial tissue. Now that her expectations confirmed Angie knew she'd have an uphill battle. Reaching across she grasped her patient's other hand, commanding her attention. "She was wrong sweetheart ... uh, I mean misguided" Maryann's tear filled eyes met the doctor's sincere gaze and her mind rebelled. 'Who is this woman to dispute what Sister Agnes had told her? Mother superior was the most religious and knowledgeable woman I've ever met!' At the same time she wanted to believe the woman of science. 'No it's the devil talking ... it's the voice of temptation you mustn't listen!' "How can you say that?" Maryann demanded, surprised by how indignant she sounded. "Vatican two specifically addressed the issue and I'm sure you know that there are those in the church who have never accepted the tenants of that Council." Maryann nodded but was only aware in the most general way with the Council that had ended five years before she was born. "I suspect your Madre was one of those who refused to accept it; but it has been endorsed and even promoted by every Pope since." 'Well she's certainly invoked the support of a higher authority than Sister Agnes' Maryann concluded. The sexually repressed woman's facial expression gave Doctor Perez hope as she continued, "In the Perfectae Caritatis the issue of human sexuality is mentioned. It says Religious, therefore, who are striving faithfully to observe the chastity they have professed must have faith in the words of the Lord, and trusting in God's help not overestimate their own strength but practice mortification and custody of the senses. Neither should they neglect the natural means which promote health of mind and body. You can look it up it's section twelve." Maryann had to be impressed at the way the doctor was able to rhyme off the text of the Vatican document. Angie released her hands and scribbled something on her prescription pad and handed it to the woman whose tears were now drying. The title of the document and the website where it could be found were both written in the barely legible script of a physician. She looked back into Angelina Perez's kind eyes. "I'm not going to pressure you. You didn't come to where you are now in a few days, or even a few years. I understand that you'll need some time to accept what I'm telling you, particularly as I'm not a member of the clergy. In the mean time I can continue to treat your affliction, it just seems a little cumbersome when you can easily treat yourself." 'Treat my affliction ... what does she mean by that?' Even as she looked from the information scrawled on the prescription form and back to Angie's smiling face she felt a paradigm shift coming on. Doctor Perez got to her feet signaling the end of the consultation. Maryann rose with her experiencing new and interesting sensations emanating from her ass. Angelina extended her hand as she rounded the desk. The reamed woman took it and they shook warmly. "Your daughter is signed up for the girls group meeting that I'm running, is she not?" "Yes as a matter of fact she is" missus Spencer confirmed. "Well good maybe we can discuss this further tomorrow night then when you pick her up. I hope you'll have had time to give what I've said some thought by then." By the time she finished her statement they were in the middle of the waiting area of the evidently deserted office. Vicki had turned off most of the lights when she'd left. Rebecca's mother had all but forgotten about the youth group she'd persuaded her daughter to join until Angie brought it up. "I will," Maryann committed as she walked out the door toward the elevators. She was already thinking about the doctor's learned advice and the potential was very exciting. 'Sister Sophie would be so pleased' the doctor thought as she returned to her desk. Angie was proud of herself at her delivery of the Church's authorization of masturbation. It was only Sophie's interpretation of the Vatican II document of course but it was certainly a reasonable one. And after all, wasn't that the supreme criticism of the Council—that they had left so much room for interpretation? She decided to e-mail her spiritual tutor after dinner just to touch base. It had been awhile since they'd communicated. Angelina had learned a lot from the crusading nun and still considered her to be a counselor. The young women's group she'd founded was in a way in honor of her spiritual tutor. The informative sessions Sophie had conducted with her had begun following her first period and continued until she'd left for the States about three years later. Angie was amazed at how knowledgeable the nun was about the female anatomy. When she entered pre-med she was way ahead of her classmates on that part of the curriculum. Thinking about those tutorials made her feel very warm. Doctor Perez decided it was time to call it a day. Michelle crawled up onto the bed with her neighbor and hugged the trembling girl. Rebecca was naked except for the A-line skirt bunched up around her waist. The younger girl stroked the blonde wavy tresses away from the shivering girl's face and applied her lips to her girlfriend's open mouth. 'I kissed a girl and I liked it, the taste of her cherry ChapStick... ' But it wasn't cherry ChapStick she tasted—it was her own juices—when the realization hit home Becky's head started spinning all over again. She wasn't kissing her girlfriend anymore, a least not any kissing technique she was familiar with. The older girl found that she was sucking and licking the ambrosia from Michelle's face enthralled by how wonderful it tasted. The younger girl was surprised and delighted by the way her friend was devouring her face. The soft lips and tongue were so insistent and they raised the temperature between her legs to a boil. Michelle clutched her kitty through her shorts and panties and tried to control the urge to thrust. When Becky realized what her girlfriend was doing she stopped her lingual assault and looked into the younger girl's eyes. The expression on her playmate's face was like nothing she'd ever seen before. Intuition made her interpret the look as help me. Inside the blonde's head wheels were spinning and tumblers were clicking into place. How the connections were being made would forever be a mystery. "Do ... do ya want me to do it to you," she asked cryptically. Michelle had no trouble in deciphering what her friend was offering. She tried to say yes but all that came out was a moan so she nodded to confirm her response. While Becky slid off the bed the younger girl unfastened her shorts, raising her lithe legs straight up in the air she pulled the shorts and panties off together and dropped them on the bed beside her. Opening her legs wide she peered down her naked body to the face of her girlfriend positioned between her spindly thighs. Becky drank in the sight of her first vulva. In truth it was the second, since she'd visually explored her own at some length when she'd removed her pubic hair. She was struck more by the differences than the similarities. The younger girl's sex was more plump and rounded and the outer lips weren't as long. With the coltish legs spread about as wide as they could go, the inner pinkness down the center of the gash trimmed in golden curls was a thrilling sight. The familiar but at the same time unique scent drew her like a magnet. Fascination and curiosity drove her forward until she finally stroked her tongue over the hot softness of the delicate folds. Michelle made a wailing sound as her girlfriend's tongue traced the line of her inner labia. The heat and pressure in her lower belly were building to explosive levels. The scent had drawn her in but the taste drove her completely wild. Rebecca devoured the pubescent vulva like a hound on a T-bone. Michelle was unprepared for the violence of the assault and was almost instantly catapulted off the planet. The initial rush was so powerful that she hardly even felt the licking and sucking anymore. Waves of random electrical impulses shot out to every part of her body. She heaved and twitched and shivered as the sharp electrical impulses were replaced by a warm glow. Suddenly her cookie was too sensitive. Becky's mouth on her girlhood felt like it was gnawing into her very soul. She grabbed the older girl's blonde waves and pulled her head away. Rebecca was disappointed but at the same time thought she understood her girlfriend's action. She climbed onto the bed beside her twitching moaning friend and hugged her. She wouldn't realize until later that her skirt was getting plastered with the vaginal secretions that coated both of their thighs. They lay there just hugging for several minutes while Michelle recovered. Finally the younger girl managed to say, "Wow! that was good ... it was your first time—right?" "Uh-huh ... but I was only copying you. Where did you ever learn that?" Rebecca asked. "My mom taught me," the younger girl replied with a sigh. It was an answer the older girl was completely unprepared for. Pushing herself up on her elbow so she could see her neighbor's face, she said incredulously, "You're kidding!" "Nope ... happened yesterday right after I left here." Michelle saw the wide eyed dropped jaw look of disbelief and felt the urge to elaborate to lend credibility to her story. "When I got home yesterday I caught my mom ... uh, playing with herself in the study." Rebecca's eyes were still wide and her mouth was comically open. She would have been embarrassed to know how goofy she looked but at that moment all of her mental faculties were trying to conceive of what her neighbor was telling her. She recalled this morning when she'd accidentally happened in on her mother examining her breasts, suddenly it didn't seem as far fetched; but to think that her mother would respond by... 'impossible! unimaginable!' "So then what happened?" Becky had already been told the ultimate answer she wanted the in between detail. "Well I ... I started to, uh, you know ... play with myself too." Michelle seemed embarrassed to relate the details and had begun to squirm a little. "My mom noticed and she ... she—" The poor youngster was blushing furiously and struggling to recount the events. Her voice trailed off and she didn't finish the statement. Rebecca got the idea but not the picture. The picture was simply too much for her catholic schooled brain to contemplate. She tried to put herself in Michelle's shoes, but she couldn't figure out if she was trying to imagine the scenario playing out with her own mother or with missus Conrad. She was mortified to find that both ideas thrilled her deeply. "Sorry to interrupt—" the voice from the bedroom doorway made both girls jump. Neither one could figure out a way to cover their nakedness or explain what was going on. They both looked in the direction of Elizabeth Conrad leaning on the doorpost look as nonchalant as if she'd happened in on them playing Scrabble. "Your dad's gonna be home soon and I'd like you to come and help with dinner now," Michelle's, mother smiled, winked and then she was gone. The only sound in the room was two teenagers panting and feeling that if their hearts went any faster that they would explode. The terrified look they saw on each other's face for some reason sent them both into fits of laughter. They rolled together virtually naked on the bed howling for a full minute. Their guts and sides were aching when they finally parted and lay separately on their backs looking up at the ceiling. Rebecca was the first to break the post hysterical silence. "Your mom is so cool ... it's ... it's ... unbelievable!" "I'm just beginning to find that out myself," Michelle agreed as she started to dress. Becky lay quietly on her bed watching. This time she heard the door open and close. There was only one person that was it was likely to be and she immediately jumped up and started dressing. "Becky ... I'm home!" her mother called up the stairs. "I picked up dinner ... come on down honey before it gets cold." Rebecca and Michelle gave each other a knowing look and then bounded down the stairs together. "Hi missus 'S' ... Becky was just showing me her new clothes, but I gotta get home for dinner now," their young neigbor said with a confidence she didn't feel and headed for the door. "Did you like them?" Maryann called after her. "Yeah, they're great" the teenager assured as she exited the Spencer household; not really sure if she'd actually seen any of her playmate's purchases. "Are you still coming tomorrow night?" the question froze the youngster halfway through the door—she had to think. Random words seemed to connect in her mind: 'doctor ... girls' youth group ... church ... pressure of modern society' it all came together and she remembered the commitment. "Yeah, yeah sure I'll come" she agreed just before the screen door slammed behind her and she was sprinting across the side yard. As night fell on the Spencer and Conrad homes there were four different reactions to the day playing on the minds of the female inhabitants. Maryann took an uncustomary position at the computer and opened the Vatican website to view the Perfectae Caritatis for herself. If her addled brain had comprehended properly she had been torturing herself unnecessarily for many, many years. A certain smugness came over her feeling as though the decision to go to Doctor Perez had been inspired by the Holy Mother herself. Elizabeth lay beside her snoring husband bathing in warmth caused by her accidental discovery of her daughter's intimacy with the girl next door. As sleep overtook her she wondered which had come first the chicken or the egg. Michelle's thoughts were, 'How do I get more of the ecstasy I had today? And can Doctor Perez help?' |