The Chronicles of Dr. Mary Sue Larsen, Part 2 (Revised)

by Ronk

In the quiet of the night, Rebecca came to my bed and shook me awake. “Stand up Mary and put your hands above your head,” she whispered.

I glanced at the clock next to my bed as I sleepily stood up. “Wha..what is it,” I mumbled, looking again at the clock in disbelief. “It’s 3 a.m.,” I protested, struggling to steady myself. Rebecca giggled as she pulled my cotton nightie over my head and tossed it. “There now,” she said as she turned my sleepy body around to face the bed.

Rebecca positioned herself behind me and laid her head against my shoulder blades then slowly slipped her arms under mine cupping my 32a breasts in her soft hands. “I know how sensitive your breasts are when your on your period,” she whispered. “I’m going to make you cum without touching your pussy tonight,” she quietly announced.

“Must have been something else her mother had taught her,” I thought.

I was suddenly awake now, my eyes focused sharply on the vision of my naked reflexion in the window. The unbelievable sight of Becca’s little red finger nails slowly milking my breasts forced an audible moan up and through my lips “Ooh,” I shivered as little electric shocks ran down my spine and straight to my pussy. My breasts were so sensitive during this time of the month.

“You know my body so well...Becca,” I moaned.

Her small fingers expertly worked each sensitive area of my breasts searching out and capturing the places she knew would intensify my passions. I soon felt my pussy weep, the sensation of thick fluid crawling down my right leg made me quiver. Slowly ever so slowly she brought my excitement to a peak then eased back just a bit, toying with me.

“I can smell your musk. I think its time you cum.”

Her words were all I needed. My knees began to buckle and my body started to tremble from the force of a hugh orgasm. Little Becca knew from experience with me that my orgasms during my period were very intense and that I’d been known to blackout if they were large enough. She didn’t want to take the chance that I would hurt myself and knowing that she couldn’t support my body she quickly turned me around and pushed me onto the bed straddling my body with her legs.

Leaning just inches from my face she said. “Kiss me…Kiss me like I taught you. And while you kiss me, think about my cunt. Use your tongue like you do when you are searching for my clit.”

I reached up and pulled her down to my soft full lips covering her little girl mouth feeling her hot breath spilling all over my face. The taste of her Strawberry lip gloss filled my senses as I slipped my tongue deep into her mouth sucking every bit of sweet saliva that she offered. But as always she soon became the aggressor, sucking my tongue deep into her throat guiding it in and out like some man’s cock. I loved being so submissive to Becca, she had so much imagination and energy.

And then…I woke up…Angry, frustrated, lonely and very horny. That same dream, over and over…

“I just can’t get that little scamp out of my head!”

It had been six months since we last made love. It’s tough to go from daily passionate love making to nothing. It was driving me crazy. In her absence I tried to quench my desires with masturbation. I bought several video tapes from a company I found in a Lesbian magazine. They advertised “Lesbian movies made by Lesbians.” I had built up quite a collection in just a few months. I even tried a vibrator, but nothing it seemed could replace Rebecca’s educated tongue. Her mother had taught her so well. What I really needed was to touch someone, intimate contact with a soft perfumed body, a hard nipple to chew on…

“God…I needed a cold shower!” I mumbled to myself as I looked at the clock.

It was 9 a.m. And today I needed to start looking for a part-time job. Even though I was receiving various state grants and a federal loan I still needed money for those extra things that come up. It was my one day during the week that I had no classes so I showered and put my hair up in a pony tail and decided to dress comfortably for another 80 degree day in the sun.

I slipped on my white lace panties and a pair of tight faded blue jeans. I loved these pants. When I walk, the thick stitching rubs up against my lace panties and slides back and forth against my shaved pussy. It drives me insane especially when I’m on my period. I chose my red and white striped lace trim tank top with no bra. I really liked how my firm breasts looked under the material. I wore my most comfortable white tennis shoes and grabbed my favorite denim ball cap, threading my pony tail through the back. I applied some pink lipgloss, grabbed my purse and left for the day.

The State University orientation map was located at the library, my first stop. I searched the help wanted board there but found little except fast food places advertising for help. I worked in one or two of those while in high school and I really wasn’t interested in coming home at night smelling like a french fried potato.

Three hours of searching various other information boards around campus left me a bit discouraged so I made my way to the Student Union Building (SUB) where I could sit down and get something to drink. But as I past the Psychology building I decided to see if they had an information board as well. To my surprise just inside the glass main entrance doors I found a small cork board with several 3X5 cards randomly posted there. Some advertised for study groups and still others offered to buy used books and such. One however caught my eye.

“Child Psychology Department needs a part time receptionist and occasional interviewer, please place your written request for an interview in Dr. Sylvia Carson’s mail box located in the admin office no later than Tuesday. I will post the names, dates and times for your interview outside my office by Friday 10a.m.”

I took the card down and walked across the manicure lawn to the SUB and found a soda machine to purchased a coke. The place was mostly empty so I picked the nearest table and chair and sat down. I wondered what it would be like to work for her. The thought sort of excited me in a strange way. She was in her late 30’s and about my height, 5 feet 8 inches or so. Fair complexion, medium length brown hair, most of the time coiled up in a bun. Slim hips and a trim waist, no wedding ring that I could see and just gold studs for earrings.

Since I always sat in the second row from the front, I had a good view of her body. Her breasts were bigger than mine maybe a 34 B-cup. She dressed conservatively for her daily lectures mostly medium length skirts. Sometimes gray other days black. Her choice of blouses were long sleeve all silky and feminine. One strange exception, she wore seamed nylon stockings like the ones I saw on a woman in Becca’s Lesbian magazine. The seams were always perfectly aligned down the back of her slender legs. Her shoes were black flats, comfortable yet not very stylish.

She had a very pretty face. The only distraction were her black rimmed glasses which I thought made her look older than she was. Her make-up was flawless. She coordinated her lipstick and manicured nails to match her blouses. Her eye shadow was in shades of charcoal with just enough black mascara to draw your attention to her deep brown eyes.

My walk around campus had left me a little sweaty and a lot horny as the combination of bare nipples against my snug top and tight pants grinding my crotch did their thing. I put my feet up on another chair sipped on my coke relaxing a bit as my horny mind began to fantasize about Dr. Sylvia Carson. The first thing I remembered about her was that Intoxicating fragrance she wore. Certain fragrances it seems help the memory, at least that’s what I remember reading somewhere. Her silky voice tickled my ears and drew my attention to her sculptured coral lips. “What would they taste like…Was she good with her tongue?” I wondered.

Closing my eyes I began to mentally search down her body stopping at her breasts. They were bigger than mine. “That’s for sure,” I was used to very small little buds not a mature woman’s breasts. “I bet their soft, I know I’d have lots of fun exploring those babies.” My lust filled mind moved lower… “What was under the skirts she wore, how did she hold up those wonderful seamed stockings… and… were they nylon or expensive silk?” How fantastic it would feel having one of her legs rubbing up against my bald cunt. I felt that little thump deep between my pussy more wetness oozing between my legs.

I fanned the fires a little more by focusing on the panties she might wear. “Were they silk, red…black…french cut? Maybe she didn’t wear panties!” Ummm… “That sounded nice, no panties just a garter belt” I finally let my mind go all the way. “Did she shave her pussy or did she prefer a natural bush,” Rebecca hadn’t started growing her pubic hair when I knew her and I had often wondered what it would be like searching for a clit in the middle of a soft musky perfumed jungle. “I’m sure she must condition it, I bet it smells like flowers too.” Then a powerful thought came to my head. What would happen if we became lovers?

I never thought I could be attracted to an older woman, as my experiences had always been with Rebecca a younger girl. My face turned bright red as I realized my panties were getting very wet and my right hand was desperate to move between my legs and conduct business right her in the middle of the SUB! That evening after an hour of intense masturbation and a quick shower I sat down at my desk and wrote a reply to Dr. Carson’s job posting and delivered it the next morning.

My last class was at noon so I quickly made my way to the admin building. There I found a sheet of paper posted with only one name on it …Mine!

“Mary Sue Larsen, 6 P.M. Friday. Dr, Sylvia Carson’s office room 310”

Friday 5 p.m. I was standing in front of my full length mirror in my bedroom hurriedly trying to decided what to wear. I felt as if I was going out on a date. I wanted to look professional yet alluring. I knew I had a crush on Dr. Carson so I decided to try and cover both bases.

I had already done my hair and make-up. Soft eye shadow a touch of dark brown mascara, pink lipgloss a little blush and matching nails. I curled my layered shoulder length blond hair. I chose my favorite panties, Rebecca had given them to me as a going away present. French lace with white silky embroidered flowers in blue and gold.

After several minutes I finally picked my belted red stretch tube dress and decided at the last minute not to wear a bra. Maybe my 19 year old firm breasts and hard nipples would make an impression on her.

“Or maybe she’ll just throw me out of her office.” I thought. “She is after all a Psychiatrist.” Would she just label me as a pervert and have me expelled? …“There I go again, thinking too much,” I mumbled to myself.

I completed my seductive look with the addition of a pair of charcoal lace top hold-up stockings and black 3 inch open toed heals. A quick application of pink lipgloss and a spritz of perfume followed by one quick twirl in front of the mirror and out the door before I changed my mind.

6 p.m. And I found myself nervously starring at the letters on a large wooden door. “Dr. Sylvia Carson, Professor, Child Development and Psychology.”

I knocked and waited, but nobody answered. I was about to leave when I heard a muffled voice. I thought it said. “Please come in.” I opened the door and walked into a large empty reception area dominated by a vacant desk and surrounded on three sides by plants and chairs. It was decorated in the usual “Doctors office color scheme.” It even had that strange antiseptic odor to it. I walked the few feet to an open door which was a few more steps behind the reception desk.

Dr. Carson was seated alone at her desk, wearing a white lab coat over her peach colored blouse. I kept expecting her to look up from her file as I got closer, but she never did. Finally I just stood there, hovering, feeling nervous and awkward. Maybe this was a bad idea. Can she really not notice the shadow I’m casting on her desk?

“Excuse me, Dr. Carson,” I said. “My name is …”

“Yes I know who you are, Ms. Larsen please take a seat,” she said. “I’ll be right with you.”

As I sat down, Dr. Carson put down her file and turned towards me offering her hand. “Welcome,” she said with a bright smile. “Your right on time.” Her hand was warm and slender. Soft manicured fingers gently squeeze my hand. I was so worked up about meeting her I held her grasp beyond a polite handshake.

“Please call me Sylvia,” she said, waiting for me to let her hand go.

“You can drop the doctor stuff It just makes me feel old,” she said with a grin. Her smile had a calming affect on me. I noticed right off as I released her hand and settled into a chair that Sylvia wasn’t wearing her glasses. Her eyes were strikingly beautiful and for the first time I felt my heart flutter followed closely by a gentle familiar thumping deep between my legs. This older woman wasn’t just pretty, she was very… fuckable, that’s what Rebecca would have said. My eyes couldn’t decide what they liked better, her full coral lips or her beautiful brown eyes.

“Tell me a little about yourself,” Sylvia said.

She listened to me intently as I gave her the short tour of my work experiences up until now. Mostly the usual fast food jobs and the occasional volunteer experiences that I picked up in High School. She studied me closely as I spoke, roaming her eyes from my face to my chest at times looking through me as if deep in thought. She laughed at my “Smelling like a french fried potato comment,” Then lapsed into silence again.

“So, Sylvia, what do you think so far?” I asked, half expecting to be thrown out.

There was an awkward moment as the room went into silence. Sylvia seemed frozen, her eyes focusing on my chest. I soon remembered that I wasn’t wearing my bra and without looking down I knew my enlarged nipples were trying to break their way through my dress again.

“Well,” she finally said, coming out of her trance. “I …was… just looking over your grades and attendance. You are an excellent student, and very pretty I might add.”

I blushed at that, but found it difficult to turn away from her gaze. So she’s been checking up on me, I thought, does that mean I might have a chance with her?

“Thank you, Doc…I mean Sylvia.”

Again she fell silent, another awkward moment. Then as if she had just made up her mind she said.

“So, would you like to work with me?”

“Aah…well.” That took me totally by surprise. “Umm, what will I have to do?”

Sylvia became quiet again, as if thinking of a good answer. The tip of her pink tongue occasionally peeking out to wet her coral lipstick.

“Taking phone calls, looking up records , filing. Things like that.” She said. “It’s really easy, I think we’ll get along just fine.”

She appeared to be quite eager for me to accept. The way she phrased her question almost made me feel like I was being asked out on a date instead of an offer of employment. Of course, I was eager to accept. All I really wanted was to be in the same room with her. Preferably the bedroom and the sooner the better. The need for a job was quickly taking a back seat to my need for her. As our eyes met, I could feel a distinct sexual tension growing between us. Her eyes seemed to be almost pleading with me now.

“Yes, I would be delighted to work for you,” I said.

It was done. I was to report to her office on Monday after classes. An overwhelming feeling of excitement began to overtake me like passing through some strange electric field every nerve in my body raged with lust. I felt as if I was on the hunt, stalking my prey. It gave me such a feeling of power. Sylvia didn’t have a chance. After all… I’d learned all the tricks from an eight year old girl!

To be Continued. Any comments or suggestions would be greatly appreciated.