The Chronicles of Dr. Mary Sue Larsen, Part 5

by Ronk

The beginning of a long waited for reunion..Will passions explode?

Saturday came early and loud.

A screaming telephone at eight in the morning drove me out of an uneasy tormented sleep. I practically jumped out of bed as the ringing seemed to get louder and louder.

"Hello..." I said in a sleepy voice.

"Mary I'm in town, can you come get me?" I recognized the voice right away, it was Rebecca's.

Am I still dreaming I wondered. "Rebecca, is it really you."

"Yes," she giggled. "I'm waiting for you at the bus station, can you come get me?"

"What," I said, "How...why."

"Just come and get me I'll explain everything when I see you."

"OK, OK, I'll be there in an hour."

As I hung up the phone visions of Rebecca flooded my mind. She's almost 10 years old now. I wondered how she looked, how tall was she. What would her hair smell like how would her lips taste.

My emotions were on fire now as I ran to the bathroom to get ready. Twenty minutes later I hurriedly left my apartment and practically ran the five blocks to the bus station.

As I neared my destination, I became apprehensive. Would she still want me, has she changed so much that I'm no longer of interest to her. I stopped just across the street from the station and stared into the blue sky. I felt as if this was a defining moment in my life. I realized for the first time that I needed her, I loved her.

"I'm in love with a ten year old girl." I whispered to myself.

I closed my eyes and allowed the early morning sun to bathe my face in its warm embrace as memories of Rebecca flooded in. I suddenly remembered those hot August nights as we struggled together in a vain attempt to quench our lust in that hot little bedroom, afraid to open the window for fear of being discovered. Sweat running down every crevice of our bodies as we pawed at one another searching for satisfaction.

I forced my eyes open and crossed the busy street to the entrance. It wasn't that large of a building, it's drab brick exterior screamed of the 1950's. Dusty windows and a large glass and aluminum double door greeted me as I pushed my way past an old man smoking a cigarette and into a surprisingly large waiting area filled with people of all ages.

Most new college students came through here on their way to and from their home towns. Today was especially busy for some reason and as I nervously searched each face I became more aware of how big the sea of people was and how futile this search was becoming. As the minutes went by I became more frightened by my inability to pick her out of the crowd.

As my desperate eyes searched for a clue, they soon focused on a skinny red headed beauty in faded blue jeans, a yellow short sleeve t-shirt and pink hi-top tennis shoes. She was standing next to an old suitcase at the rear entrance staring back at me with that unforgettable soft Brown eyes...Rebecca!

Her red hair was no longer short but instead flowed down her back stopping just below her shoulder blades. She was the picture of beauty, youth and subtle seduction.

"Rebecca is that you!" I practically yelled.

Ignoring the crowd I quickly pushed my way to where she was standing and hugged her close to my body, running my hands through her soft Strawberry scented hair. We stood there in a silent embrace for several minutes as the world passed by us. To the casual observer I'm sure we appeared as older and younger sisters reunited after a long absence instead of two lovers forced apart by life's uncaring hand.

"I missed you so much." I whispered next to her ear as our embrace slowly released. She grabbed both my hands and looked up at me with the slightest hint of tears in her brown eyes and with quivering lips she pulled me close to her face staring deeply into my eyes.

" Please, can I stay with you?" She said in a low voice as if someone might be listening.

"I'll have nowhere else to go if you say no, and I can't pay you or anything right now but... but...I won't get in your way either."

Those words practically broke my heart as I took in the full emotion of her desperate plea. My feeling were running rampant now, from guilt to lust as I tried desperately to control my excitement at the thought of having her all to myself.

"You will always have a home with me, Becca." I said with equal emotion in my voice.

My eyes searched hers as my mind screamed for me to trap her in a deep kiss and search every inch of her pink mouth with my tongue. Again I found myself deep in lustful thought as I remembered how skillful she was at making me suffer such exquisite pleasure as her butterfly like touches made my body hers.

"Let's get out of here, Becca." I grabbed her suitcase and her hand and practically dragged her back out the main entrance and down the street.

"Slow down," she laughed, "What's the hurry!"

Entering a small park across the street I led the love of my life to a bench and sat down with her in the bright warm sunlight. I had so many things to tell her, my heart wanted to express my love for her, but I knew she needed to tell her story first. I put my arm around her and brought her in close and intimate.

"What's happened," I whispered in a concerned motherly voice.

Her body became very soft and warm as she put both her arms around me and softly laid her head on my breast.

"My mom and I were doing just fine until she met this man. He said he worked for the state and knew what was going on between me and my mom. All he said he wanted was for mom to do things for him and he wouldn't tell anyone. Mom at first told him no but he yelled at her and said she could get into real trouble with the child abuse people and they would take me away again."

Rebecca tightened her grip on my body as she continued to tell her story.

"One night mom came to me with this suitcase and told me to pack what I could. She gave me a bus ticket and a letter addressed to you. She said it would explain everything. The next day she put me on the bus and...well..here I am."

The very thought of this man made me angry, I could guess what he was up to and I knew It was a good thing that my Rebecca was safe with me.

"Where is the letter," I said in a grim voice.

"It's in my suitcase, do you want to read it now?" Rebecca asked in a small voice.

"No baby, not now, lets go home," I said.