| The Chronicles of Dr. Mary Sue Larsen, Part 6 I managed to make room for Rebecca's things in my closet and two drawers in my dresser. I left her to her unpacking and made myself a cup of coffee all the while preparing myself for this mystery letter that she handed me from her mother. As I settled down to open it, Rebecca announced she was taking a shower. I held off reading the letter until I changed into something more comfortable for the evening. After stripping myself naked I took the time to admire my reflection in the floor length mirror on my bedroom door. Before this moment I realized that I hadn't taken the time to really look at myself in a sexual way. Tonight in anticipation of what might happen I saw myself as a sexually attractive woman. My breasts were perky and firm and as I fondled them my nipples responded by growing into hard sensitive buds that begged for attention. My waist was slender and firm naturally leading my eyes to the smooth bald mound that seductively lead to firm perfectly proportioned legs and small petite feet. I decided to wear my favorite short red silk rob and forgo any underwear or a bra. I left my hair in a ponytail and lightly spritzed myself with my favorite perfume and finish off with a shinny coat of pink lipgloss to match my nails. I returned to the living room and made myself as comfortable as possible on the couch. With coffee cup in hand I grabbed the dreaded letter and began to read it. "Dear Mary-Sue, I read the letter three times before its terrible message finally sunk in... "How terrible I must be," I whispered out loud. "Am I a pervert?" I thought as guilt and self loathing came flooding in. I needed somehow to convince myself that I wasn't just another pervert trying to take advantage of an innocent young girl. I won't let Rebecca become just an object for sexual lust ... I'm not some sex crazed molester ... I'm not a pervert. I kept telling myself. I don't want to love her in that way. "She could just be my little sister," I said to myself... Yes, her mother had a great idea, that would work just fine... From now on I'll treat her like my 10 year old sister and I'll keep her at arms length. If her mother trusted me enough to take care of her while she sacrificed herself to this perverted man than I owed her that much. Several tense minutes went by as I contemplated my next moves. I needed to get out of this flimsy rob and put on some panties and a sensible bra, maybe even find my winter flannels and slip them on. I just can't sit here like this and expect her to believe that I'm not trying to take advantage of her like some sex crazed maniac. If I'm lucky maybe I can convince her that what we had in the past was just a phase or something. Rebecca was still in the shower washing off the long bus ride so I was sure I still had several minutes to complete some sort of plan. She can sleep right here on my couch and I'll stay way over there in my bedroom with the door closed I decided.
"That shower was great!" exclaimed Rebecca as she came bolting out of the steamy bathroom. I nearly dropped my coffee cup as I saw Rebecca standing there in a short silk robe and matching white silk thong and lace bra. My mind was totally distracted now as I struggled to calm down from the shock of seeing Rebecca dressed in some very expensive lingerie. "Rebecca!" I said in a surprised voice, where did you get those." "That scary man I told you about gave me these the night before I left. He wanted me to wear them for him but I left before he came back. Do you like them? " She asked, placing her hands on both hips and posing like a model in a teen magazine. I was enthralled by Rebecca's budding young figure. Her Breasts just beginning to sprout but her nipples were hard as rocks as they threatened to pierce through the expensive silk of her lace bra. The darkening circles of her small areola were clearly visible through the thin silk of her rob. My roving eyes rested on Rebecca's high-cut panties which provided just enough silk to cover her jutting pubic mound. "Does this make you happy?" she said. Realizing with some embarrassment that I was staring at Rebecca's crotch I quickly looked up only to be further assaulted by her hungry eyes and pouting full lips. "Can you guess what I want you to do?" She said in a playful voice. "Oh, no, no Rebecca. We can't...I mean I... won't. Rebecca slowly walked towards me fixing her pleading eye's with mine. She stopped so close to me that I could feel the heat of her body wash up against mine. The scent of her freshly washed skin filled my senses with an intoxicating bouquet of flowers and adolescent musk. It was all I could do to just stand there and not reach out and take her and make her mine again. But my attention was torn away from her and focused back on her mother's desperate letter. Stabbing guilt, shame and sadness filled my heart again. Sensing my reluctance Rebecca reached out and untied my rob letting it fall open leaving me completely naked and vulnerable in front of her. My emotions were going into overdrive as Rebecca took both her arms and wrapped them around my naked waist all the while staring up at me between my breasts. "Please Mary-Sue," she said with sad puppy eyes. "Why can't you brush my hair?" "Oh," I said succumbing to her sensual assault. "Yes....sure... I mean NO... I can't brush your hair right now ,Becca, Maybe tomorrow. I'm very tired and we need to get ready for bed... And besides... I don't know where my brush is." I said with reluctant conviction in my voice. Rebecca gave me an odd smile as she turned her attention from between my breasts and motioned with her head to the make-up table near my bedroom door. "Isn't that it right there," she said. "Oh...OH...Yes I see it now," I said with some embarrassment. "But just for a few minutes and then we need to go to bed, ok?" "Going to bed sounds good to me," Rebecca said with a sly smile on her face. I felt trapped now, it was obvious to me that Rebecca was going to get her way no matter what. She let go of my naked body just long enough for me to fetch the large wooden brush and then she grabbed my hand and led me back to the couch. I took the opportunity to try and re-close my rob only to find that Becca had managed to somehow lose the tie. She waited for me to sit down before making her next move. "Remember how much fun we had when we played this game," she said. My eyes widened as I realized what she was up to. I could feel my stomach getting tense and that familiar electric excitement begin to crawl up and down my spine. I can't let her do this! This is how it all began at the foster home. My mind stopped processing reality as the powerful memories took over. First she straddles my legs facing me so I can't avoid her. Then she'll put both her hands on my shoulders so I can't stand up. Soon she'll press her assault on my weak spots breaking down my resistance. My neck, ear lobs and then my lips and finally she'll force her tongue inside my mouth breaking me. My mind was wildly spinning out of control as the lust filled memories began to work their magic between my legs. "Please, Becca," I said in a pitiful pleading voice. "We can't do this...I can't do this!" All I could do was verbally struggle against her seductive assault. She had already placed both hands on my shoulders and was slowly lowering her head in close to begin her moist kissing journey. |