I mean, I look even younger than I am. I'm only about five feet tall and weigh about ninety-five pounds soaking wet.
Ninety-five pounds was exactly what I weighed when I stood naked on the scales in Dr. Dale's private office.
A man could get himself in big trouble, messing around with girls under the legal age of consent, which is seventeen in this state.
A respectable pillar of the community like Dr. Dale couldn't risk a scandal, like from getting involved with a silly little schoolgirl who'd love him and expect him to leave his wife for her, or a cheap little blackmailer who'd try to squeeze him for hush money. No, Dr. Dale didn't dare get involved with that type.
Which is why Beverly Harker and her girls – namely, us – were a real godsend for him, for his wife, and for all the men in town who wanted a piece of fresh young pussy, and could afford to pay for their pleasures.
Liking them young they way he did, Dr. Dale picked me as soon as he saw my picture in the album of photos of the girls.
Beverly showed our photos to him, and he picked out the one he wanted, me being the one. So, the session was set up.
It was on a Wednesday afternoon. Usually, the doctor's office was closed on that day. That was good, since it meant that there would be no other patients in his waiting room, and his nurse wouldn't be there either, since she had the day off.
My "appointment" was scheduled for that afternoon, at three-thirty.
Beverly usually drove me to the sessions, but she couldn't on that day, because there was a meeting of the faculty after school, an important meeting that she couldn't get out of.
But there was no problem, since the downtown area is only a fifteen minute walk from the school, and that's where the doctor's office was.
I was all dressed the way Beverly told me to dress. She said that I should look as young as possible, since that's what the doctor wanted.
That meant that make-up was out, so I left my face clean of it. I wore my dark brown hair in a pair of braids which hung down on both sides of my face. There were little pink satin ribbons tied into the bottom of each braid, which I thought looked real cute, and real girlish, too.
I wore a short-sleeved pink blouse and a pale blue skirt and pink knee socks and loafers. I carried a few of my school books with me.
After all, even a girl like me has to do her homework, if she wants to keep her grades up. I'm no dummy.
In fact, working for Beverly will pay my way through college!
It was warm and sunny when I walked to the doctor's office. I got damp and sticky under my arms. I reached the office ten minutes before three-thirty.
It was a big building, one of the newer ones, and his office was up on the fourth floor. I called him from the lobby first.
He answered the phone. I said that it was me, Honey, come to keep my appointment. He told me to come right on up.
His office door was closed but he opened it when I walked down the hall, and let me in. Then he closed the door and locked it.
I wrinkled my nose, 'cause his office had that smell that doctor's offices get, that smell of medicine and alcohol and who knows what.
Dr. Dale was all dressed up for business – medical business, and monkey business.
He was tall, a head taller than me, which made him about six feet, I guess. And his body was in real good shape, with wide shoulders and a flat belly and a neat small ass. He kept himself in good condition.
That was nice… lots of guys I'm with are in their late forties and fifties, and they've let themselves get all fat and out of shape.
Dr. Dale had wavy silver hair combed back. He had a thin silvery mustache. He wore one of those doctor's shirts, the thin white kind with the high collar, and there was a stethoscope hung around his neck.
He said that he was happy to see me, and he escorted me into the examining room.
All the finances had been taken care of before the meeting, by Beverly, so I didn't have to do anything like collect the money.
Which was fine with me, 'cause that would really embarrass me, to hold out my hand and get the cash before getting fucked.
But Beverly takes care of all those things, or sometimes Tina, when Beverly's not working and Tina is supervising us.
Dr. Dale told me to put my books down, so I put them on the counter near the steel sink. Then the examination began.
Of course, this was different from the usual doctor's examination. In a real exam, the doctor doesn't take off the patient's clothes.
Dr. Dale wasn't the family doctor for me, but I had seen him in school once or twice, since they brought him into health class to lecture about the evils of drinking and smoking and taking drugs.
I later found out he did all three, and so did his wife.
He told me to disrobe – to take off my clothes for the examination.
"You're the doctor," I said, and giggled.
He took my clothes off. I stood up with my back against the examining table, while he stood facing me.
He unbuttoned my blouse. His fingers were real quick and nimble. He pulled the blouse out of my skirt and hung it on the screen.
I wore a plain white cotton bra. My titties are small, and I hardly even need a bra, except that I wear one 'cause I'm modest, and don't like a lot of boys staring at my nipples when I don't wear one.
That used to bother me a lot. I mean, I'd look at all the other girls in my gym class, when we were in the locker room, taking showers.
It would be all steamy and the girls would all be naked. They'd look womanly, with big round tits and wide asses and thick bushes on their pussies.
Compared to them, I looked like a little kid, with my small budding titties and thin hips and my light fine bush.
I didn't even get my period until I turned fourteen, while all the other girls had had theirs since they were twelve and thirteen.
On the other hand, I've sure been making up for lost time!
Like I said, that used to really bother me, and tear me all up inside, so that sometimes alone at night in my bed I'd cry myself to sleep wondering when I was going to get bigger and better developed.
But that doesn't bother me any more, not since Beverly took me under her wing.
First of all, she likes young girls, so she's pleased by how small my tits are.
But more than that, I never knew how many men, mature grown married men, really get off on young girls, the younger the better!
Since I started working for Beverly, I've been in demand practically more than some of the other girls, who are more well built than me.
Instead of not liking me for having tiny titties and a small slit of a pussy, they love it and can't get enough of it.
I used to pray that my titties would grow real big, and that I'd have a nice fine patch of fur between my legs.
Not now! Now, I hope that I stay as small and young looking as possible for as long as I can!
Dr. Dale was one of those who loves young girls. He was smiling away, when he took off my clothes and saw how small and young I was.
'Course, it came as no surprise to him, since he had seen pictures of me without any clothes on at all, so he knew how I was built.
And I was just what he wanted. His wife wanted me, too – but more of that later.
He took off my skirt and put it with my blouse. His hands were strong and sure. When he leaned close to me, he smelled faintly of aftershave lotion.
I liked the smell of that, since it was different from all those medical and medicine smells in the office.
He told me to hop up on the table so he could undress me.
I sat with my rump on the table, dressed in bra, panties, knee socks, loafers.
Dr. Dale took off my shoes and set them on the floor.
He rubbed my legs. He unrolled my knee socks, touching my legs and running his kissing lips over them.