Things rocked on for a long time. At times I really felt sorry for her, because her beliefs seemed to be so warped, but she appeared to be dedicated to saving me, and she was really pretty good looking, so I let her ramble on. I guess I should say that she would have been good looking. She didn't wear makeup or jewelry of any kind. Her clothes were always full coverage, meaning that there was no skin showing except her head and hands. She always wore a top and skirt or a dress, and it was always long and loose fitting. Still, even through all the material, you could still detect that there was a nice build hidden under there. She was young and had a lot to learn about a lot of things.

The idea came to me gradually, over a period of time. She came over every Tuesday about twelve-thirty and stayed until about two. I left for my second shift job at the hospital at two-thirty. One night at work I managed to get hold of some very potent sleeping medication, which I took home with me. I had sort of established a routine of offering her something to drink when she arrived, and she usually accepted. I planned on drugging her. At the time, all I had in mind was a little exploring.

I woke early the next Tuesday. I ground four of the pills into a fine powder. I made lemonaide, because I wanted something with a strong enough flavor to mask any taste the medication might have. I was actually pacing the floors waiting for her to arrive, peeking out the window occasionally. Naturally, since I was in a hurry to get her there, she was a little late. I watched out the window as she got out of her car and came up the walk. She was dressed just like always, this time wearing a white frilled long sleeve top and a long prairie type skirt, both very loose fitting. I let her in and she went to her usual place on the couch and sat down.

I excused myself while she got her books out and went to the kitchen. I poured us both a lemonaide and put the powder into hers. I took it back to her and placed it on the table in front of her, then sat in the chair across from the couch. She began the lesson for today. I asked a lot of questions, just to make her talk a lot, and after about a half-hour, I was beginning to think she was never going to drink the lemonaide. Finally, after another ten minutes, she picked up the glass and drained it in two long drinks. I took the glass and went back to the kitchen to refill hers and mine. This time I filled them with straight lemonaide. I stopped off at the bathroom on the way back, and when I got back to the living room a few minutes later, she was snoozing with her chin on her chest. I sat the glasses down and sat in the chair where I had been before. I wanted to wait a while until she was well out before I did anything.

After several minutes, I went over to her and made an attempt to wake her up. I shook her and called her name, and there was no reaction at all. In the process of shaking her, I placed my hand squarely on her breast, so that if she woke up, I would have an excuse of sorts for it being there. She had on what felt like an industrial strength bra. There was no natural feel at all, and I could really detect nothing. About all I could tell was that she had about a double handful.

I dropped to my knees in front of her and lifted the hem of her long skirt. I pulled it up and laid it in her lap, revealing her legs, and giving me the opportunity to see her panties. White, of course. Industrial type. No frills, and a lot of coverage. I got up and changed her position, lying her down on the couch. I placed one her feet on the floor, and the other on the back of the couch, opening her legs wide. I lifted her skirt even higher. I could now make out the vague outline of her pussy through her panties, and the outline of her bush. I placed my hand between her legs and massaged some. I moved the crotch of her panties aside so I could look at her pussy. I fingered her gently, but had trouble getting through her lips. I moved higher and found her clit. It was huge and very prominent. I massaged it gently, and soon her pussy began to moisten up. I moved my finger lower and slipped it inside her up to the first knuckle. I fingered her, never going inside any deeper. She got wetter and wetter.......(cont)