I woke up in the early morning. The headache hifad come back. I peed again in the pot (how I was getting used to this!). I managed to get back to sleep. In the morning I got up and resolved to take the pot to the toilet. I walked past Frau Beyer.

“How are you doing?

— Not well and still a headache.

— Give me that pot, I’ll take care of it. Go lay, I’ll take care of it and go see you for your morning temperature and an aspirin.”

My morning temperature! As if it were the most natural thing. And, yes, I showed her my behind, and she did take my temperature. At some point, she started moving the thermometer slightly as she was holding it, her hand on my buttocks, the other one caressing my back. Of course, my mother had never done that to me while taking my temperature when I was a little girl. I liked the strange feelings in my little hole. “Thank you, I’ll wipe myself”, I said, as she announced my temperature. She prepared my aspirin.

I waited until she was departed, then stuck a fingertip in my greasy anus. I explored the sensations. I pondered rubbing “the other place” but thought I might be getting sore if I did. I wiped myself. My mother would definitely have found this perverted.

I was tired, real tired. I tried reading. Frau Beyer kindly prepared me a light lunch.

“I suppose you’ll take a nap?

— Indeed.

— I’ll check your temperature first.”

She sure meant business with that thermometer! Oh well. When she came, I was already in position, presenting my derrière. The thermometer entered.

“Poor girl. I hope it’s soon over.”

I definitely liked her hand on my behind. Again, she moved the device inside me, slightly. And this time she caressed my hindquarters with her other hand. I was feeling sick, true, but also very aroused.

I was pronounced still feverish. After she cleaned the thermometer, she proposed wiping me. I accepted. I hoped that she would follow up with some offer to “lend a hand” to help me sleep into my nap, but I was disappointed as she turned towards the door.

“Frau Beyer ?

— Yes ?

— I was wondering if you could… er… help me get to sleep.”

She later told that she expected this reaction.

“Oh, is that it?”, she said, with a sly smile. She walked towards me. I surprised myself by undoing my clothing and spreading my legs. Who had I become…

Frau Bauer caressed my sex, cupping it, then rubbed the palm of her hand on it. She then moved to my little knob. But after dealing with it, her finger went downwards, in between my labia. She toyed a bit with them, making little noises.

“Do you know you are moist in there?”

I must have been red with shame, but I did not want her to stop. Yes, I was moist. I could feel it. I could even hear it.

“Last time we did this, you tensed when my finger went to your opening. Why is that?

— Because… because I was afraid.

— Why? Am I frightening?

— I was told never to push something in there.

— Again, your mother?

— Yes, my mother.

— Do you trust me?

— Yes, I trust you.

— I would like to slowly and carefully insert my finger. Oh, by the way, I washed my hands well. So do you want it? Do you want my finger?

— Yes…”

Her finger entered, slowly, while she watched my face kindly. It felt unique, she was taking possession of my body. It was a bit, I would not say painful, but uncomfortable. In vulgar terms, my hole, never used for any purpose except passing menstrual blood, was tight. As I winced, she stopped.

“You have a tight hymen, Maria. I’ll be very gentle. Relax.”

I tried to relax. Her finger moved further in, until all in.

“Do you use tampons, Maria?”

I was not used to discussing menstruation. My mother had given me basic explanations on how to use pads. When later I inquired about tampons, so that I would avoid singling out myself by declining to go into the swimming pool due to periods (and incurring the wrath of Frau Wagner, the physical education teacher, who considered periods a fake excuse and ordered girls to “use modern means”), she told me that only married women should use these.

“No…”

She held her finger in while massaging my breasts. I relaxed some more. Then, the hand on my breasts moved towards my little lump. She started rubbing me. Her finger inside started moving slightly. The feelings were intense. During my climax, I felt my opening wrap tightly around her finger. It was a revelation.

She withdrew her finger and sucked it. I was a bit taken aback. However, I was by then tired and longing for sleep.