Dr. Guenter Klow

Dr. Klow's Gallery Of Women: Bette

Chapter 1

"Stop behaving like a bloody twit," Bette told her naked reflection in the full length mirror. "There isn't going to be any change in how you look after you get rid of your virginity."

"But are you sure? Really sure?" her reflection seemed to ask. "Shut up and get into your panties so Derek can get you out of them and get rid of that seal in your pussy."

Before leaving the bathroom, Bette paused as if to take inventory of her physical assets. She counted two breasts. They were neither big nor small, she decided, just average in size.

"They are beautiful," she mused aloud as she fondled the firmly jutting, creamy white breasts and watched pink nipples darken and elongate. "Derek will love my breasts. God, it's going to feel so good when he does things with his hands and mouth. I just know he'll suck my breasts. Will I feel like a mother having a baby suck? No, I'll feel horny, that's what I'll feel."

Bette continued the inventory. She admired her not quite flat tummy, just slightly rounded and then the neat triangle of reddish brown hair below, where her firm, white thighs met.

"He'll like it all," she told herself. "When he sees me like this, he'll want to part my thighs and look at what I'm hiding between them. My flesh is young and firm and so smooth. He'll be dying to spread my thighs and see my cunt, my tender little virginal cunt. He'll want to see it and touch it. He's going to be gentle. I know he is. He won't be like those pigs at school, grabby and rough. He'll know just what to do and how to do it."

As she talked to herself, Bette felt her thighs moving apart, found a hand slipping between them, rubbing gently on her vulva.

"Should I masturbate?" she asked herself as the tips of her fingers parted a moist path to make that possible. "No, not now. I'm randy, I'll keep it that way and let Derek do it all."

Her mind was too slow in flashing the message and one finger slipped slowly, gently into the slit before she was able to order it out.

"Get your finger out of your slit and get dressed, you randy bitch," she told herself, then she laughed an almost silent laugh as she walked naked to her bedroom.