Chapter 1

My name is Matt Wilson. I’m twenty-three years old, stand six feet two inches, have dark brown hair, very blue eyes and the girls tell me “I’m buff.” I run three miles every other morning on trails through the woods, play basketball with friends every Wednesday night, and play poker with other friends most Saturday nights. I am not in a committed relationship with anyone and probably won’t be during the term of my employment contract. I have not told any of my friends anything about my job, other than I am working for the city as a consultant on special projects. There is no way that I would ever betray the trust of the project directors, much less the girls assigned to my care.

My “office”, if you want to call it that, is a three-room complex in the lower level of the same building that houses our city library on the top floor, and the city administration offices on the main floor. The location was chosen specifically to provide plausible “cover” for the students as they arrive and depart. The three rooms include the exam room, essentially a large sitting room with upholstered chairs, several floor lamps and a bed with a mattress raised about six inches higher than normal. Off to one side is a large bathroom that doubles as a dressing room, and on the other side, although not directly accessible from the main room, is a smaller observation area that features a one-way glass window/mirror. This room is equipped with video screens supply views from all four sides of the bed plus the ceiling, and is reserved for use by the parents, if they wish to observe their child’s experiences.

The first girl to contact me for an appointment was Jill Levinson, a very cute, and very young looking fourteen-year old. I was a bit surprised at just how young she looked; the photograph that she had submitted to the committee was taken by a professional, and in that image, Jill appeared to be a bit older than she did in person. I invited her to just sit and chat so that I could learn a little more about her, and possibly ease the tension that she seemed to have.

“What are your thoughts about this program, Jill?”

“I’m excited. I’m excited to get it started and excited to get it finished as well. You can’t believe the way the guys look at me, almost disgusted with me because I’m not available to them, and some of them are really cool guys.”

“Yes, I remember those days as well, Jill, especially when, as a boy, you just complete your program and go looking for a girl. Then when you find one that’s really cute and hot, like you, and find out that she can’t play yet, oh man ... It’s tough.”

“I know. Sometimes it can be really bad. They take you out to the movie or even just for a coke somewhere, and then they find out, and some of them get really upset.”

“Well, why don’t we get started today? How about if you get undressed and let me have a look at you? Has any man ever seen you naked since your body started to develop?”

“My dad saw me once, on the way to my shower.”

“What about dating? What have you done with a boy?”

“Brad Turner tried to play with my breasts while we were watching a movie, but he got upset when he couldn’t get my bra off. That’s about it.”

I watched as she removed her blouse and then quickly discarded her bra as well. Her breasts were small, probably still an A cup, and quite possibly not evening filling those cups completely, but her nipples were extended nicely, and her areola colored just enough to be a visual highlight. I waited while she posed in front of me, twirling around once, just as a possible provocative gesture.

“My shorts too?” she asked.

I nodded affirmatively and watched as she unbuttoned her shorts and slowly let them fall to her ankles, in a final gesture of bashfulness, turning away from me and walking to a side table to place her clothing there.

“Everything, Jill, and then hop up onto the bed if you would.” I would see her naked soon enough --- there was no need to have her pose in front of me.

Once she was positioned correctly, I stood at her side and began by caressing her breasts. Immediately her nipples hardened and stood out proudly from her breasts. Lying flat, as she was, her breasts reduced to about the size of half a lemon, but they didn’t disappear, and I complimented her on that.

“You know, Jill, some girls with small breasts such as yours, when they lay back like this, their breasts just sort of disappear into their chest, but yours are staying proud, begging to be caressed.” I continued to do just that, at least with one hand and then moved my other to her navel, circling that several times lightly, just enough to make her stomach muscles tense up. After a few minutes, I moved it further to brush the dozen or so blonde strands of pubic hair.

She really did not have much in the way of pubes, but there were just enough to tease. It was a feeling that she had never experienced, and I could tell that it was having the desired effects. I transitioned from lightly brushing her pubic hair to teasing my fingers along the vulva without touching the labia until I finally brushed the surface of the clitoris. When I did that, just as I expected, her body trembled, her hips moved both vertically and side to side, and she groaned and then sighed.