Chapter 5

Early the next morning, a new girl walked into my office. Very quiet in manner and actions, she stood silently until I looked up from my desk.

"Good day," she said. "My name is Aminah. I live close to Kirsten and spoke with her recently. It was she that suggested I should come to visit you."

This girl was very formal and proper. Her appearance suggested a Middle Eastern background, and given her name, I concluded that was indeed the case.

"How may I help you?"

"I, too, suffer from monthly cramps, most severely," she replied. "I am concerned about your treatment, because of my background. In my home, a girl must remain a virgin until she is married. It is necessary for her to be inspected by the groom's female relatives prior to the wedding to prove her innocence. I must not do anything that would hurt that. Kirsten said that you have several treatments for cramps. Are there any that can be used with me?"

I suppose I could have told her there was nothing I could do for her, but she obviously wanted some kind of help. Being the thoughtful person that I am, I said, "There is one technique that we can attempt, but I will tell you it is not always successful. It is a bit uncomfortable the first time, and it may do no good whatsoever. But it may be just the right thing, too. And it will not put your virginity in danger."

"Please tell me what is involved."

"Your cramps are most likely caused by the muscles around your womb contracting prior to your period and otherwise demonstrating your growth and maturity. We will attempt to exercise and stretch those muscles from the inside rather than the outside. This can be quite effective at relieving cramps, and is best done just at the peak of your cramping. Other times, it has no benefit to the girl and she continues to suffer."

"Well, I don't understand, but please continue. Let us go ahead with the procedure. What do you want me to do?"

I showed her to the massage therapy room, suggested that she undress, and slip on a paper robe that was on the table. I also suggested that she go into the bathroom and relieve her bowels completely. She was to let me know when she was ready for me.

She responded shortly and I went to join her. I began with some routine questions to encourage her to relax. She told me that she was from a medium sized city in Egypt, that her father was a visiting professor at a nearby university, and that she would be in America for three years. I asked if she had any experience with boys and she replied that her customs forbade any one on one relationship with a boy. She said that she was fourteen years old.

"Aminah, it is necessary for me to see and feel your naked body prior to beginning this procedure. Is this going to be a problem for you?"

"No, as long as we make sure that my purity remains intact. No one will know of your seeing me without clothing."

I asked her to sit on the exam table and open her gown. Her breasts were quite unusual. They were long and cylindrical, reminding me at once of a small version of a milk shake container at a fast food restaurant. They were not much larger in diameter than an orange, but extended what I estimated to be a good five inches out from her chest. Her complexion was dark, typical of many Middle Eastern women, and her nipples were dark as well. The tips were about an inch in diameter, and the nipple portion was easily as large as one of my finger tips. She reclined and lifted her knees, allowing me to stand at the end and view her crotch. It is no wonder that many refer to it as the mysteries of the Middle East. Her pubic hair was coal black, very long but not curly, and covered her completely from one leg to the other. Her bush was more complete than any I had ever seen before.

"Are you nervous?" I asked, "Or excited? What do you feel about having a man look at your body?" I reached out and began to circle her breasts with each hand, drawing large circles with my fingers and slowly moving towards her nipples.

"Yes, I am afraid and concerned."

""Aminah, for this procedure to work, you must relax and feel comfortable, and allow your emotions to govern your actions. I promise that I will do nothing to harm your sexual purity." I continued my light caresses, gradually nearing her nipples. As my fingers neared, suddenly her nipples hardened, pointing outwards, almost like conical buttons. I rolled one in between my thumb and forefinger and she moaned a startled, questioning manner. I continued to roll her nipples, and Aminah began to squirm.

"That feels so different. I have not felt like this before" she said in a quivering voice."

I allowed one hand to slip downward, circling her navel twice before proceeding even lower. Sharply she drew in a breath as my hand reached her hair. I lightly brushed over the top of it as I made my way to the vee in her crotch. Her legs opened automatically when I brushed against her upper thighs. Rolling my fingers lightly through her heavy bush, I tried almost to tickle the hair, teasing and provoking her response. He hips moved uncomfortable under my hand. I extended one finger and slip it downward to where I thought I should begin. Her hair was so dense that it was impossible to see her lips or clit. I pushed against her and found moisture. Twirling the tip, I slid it upwards to split her lips, tease them briefly and ultimately find her clit. Once there, I couldn't understand how I could not see it from above, as it was extending from her body at least one half inch! As soon as I made contact, she shuddered. I rolled it as I had her nipples and her legs instantly closed around my hand. Her rump flopped up and down three or four times and she moaned aloud, saying something in her native language that I could not comprehend.