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And Katie Came Too

‘That’s the trouble with Kayden’, thought Katie gloomily. ‘He doesn’t know when to stop.’ She was sitting in the doctor’s waiting room. As well as being a bit glum, Katie was apprehensive. She had just come back from holiday in Tenerife – a nineteenth birthday treat from her wonderful boyfriend. They had had a lovely week of sun, sea, sand and... yes, sex. Lots of sex. Naturally, she had known he would want to make love every night, which was lovely, and it was amazing how much she seemed to want and enjoy sex these days! She wriggled in her seat at the memories, telling herself to calm down. Sometimes she felt a bit worried at how, over the last few months, she’d started to get excited so easily, and how quickly and easily she s ometimes reached climax. However, she’d read a magazine article, w hich was a bit hard to follow, but basically the writer had interviewed various 18 to 20 year olds and come to the conclusion that once girls started having sex they wanted it more and more. She used expressions like ‘increased responsiveness’ and ‘receptive’, and Katie thought it sounded like what had happened to her. Anyway, the article concluded by saying it was all natural and healthy, so she felt reassured. Perhaps because Kayden was having his needs met every night, he had sometimes taken a nice long time to climax. They’d had some lovely long, blissful love-making sessions, passion of a kind she’d previously only dreamed of. He had been able to keep going much longer than ...

... usual... each powerful thrust seemed to be deeper than the last, the rhythm faster and faster, till at last she came – one night twice in quick succession. She smiled and felt better as the memories came flooding back then gave herself a mental smack to restore order in the panty department. This would never do when she was just about to see the doctor! The trouble was, all that sex had caused havoc down below; by the end of the week she was so sore, and she really ached down there after he’d made love to her. And he wanted her so much, which was wonderful, of course, but a girl can have too much of a good thing. Even when they were saying goodbye outside her house after they’d got back from the airport, he’d pulled her close to him, held her tight and kissed her, and she had felt him hardening, pressing against her tummy. She’d reached down and patted the big bulge affectionately. ‘Now, now!’ she’d said, ‘It’s not time for walkies.’ Even trouser dogs needed discipline. So she’d decided to make an appointment with the lady doctor at her GP practice to see if she could give her something to make it better. Dr. Sylvana Green was a lady in her middle or late thirties, about the same age as Katie’s mum, sophisticated and attractive but with a motherly quality which Katie loved. In fact Katie really wished Dr. Green would just give her a cuddle and say it would all be all right and tell her to run along. But, thought Katie sadly, doctors don’t work like that. A moment later the rather ...