My Mentor’s Hands-On Approach

The drive to meet Dr. Miller had been long, but the prospect of working with him and gaining hands-on experience with large animals was worth it. As a veterinary student, I had been recommended to work with Dr. Miller by my coordinator, who assured me that he was an excellent educator and mentor.

Dr. Miller’s office was a small, one-bedroom apartment above his veterinary clinic. He had explained that he used this space to accommodate visiting veterinarians who needed a place to stay while covering for him. I was grateful to be staying here for the week, as it would save me the long drive back and forth each day.

As we arrived at the dairy farm, I was struck by the number of cows in labor. Dr. Miller and I quickly got to work, assessing the situation and determining the best course of action. Mr. Anderson, the farmer, was grateful for our help, and we were able to assist with the birth of three calves.

“Thanks for coming Morris,” Mr. Anderson said, shaking Dr. Miller’s hand.

“They always come in bunches, don’t they?” Dr. Miller replied with a smile.

As we continued to work, I noticed that one of the cows was struggling to give birth. Dr. Miller instructed me on how to position the calf, and I was able to assist him in delivering the baby cow.

After a few hours of work, we finished up at the dairy farm and headed back to Dr. Miller’s office. I was exhausted but exhilarated by the experience. Dr. Miller thanked me for my help and told me to get some rest, as we would be heading out again the next day.

The next few days were a blur of visits to farms and houses, where we treated a variety of animals, from cows and horses to cats and dogs. I was learning so much and was grateful to be working with Dr. Miller.

On Friday, I drove my car to the first farm we visited, following Dr. Miller in his vehicle. As we worked our way through the day, I began to lose track of where we were and how to get back home. Dr. Miller noticed my confusion and gave me directions to a familiar highway, where I could pick up the main road and head back to town.

As I drove, I hit a bump and my car sputtered to a stop. I coasted to the side of the road and tried to start the engine, but it wouldn’t turn over. I was stuck, and I knew I couldn’t walk back to the main road in my current location. I spotted a house in the distance and decided to walk up to it, hoping to find someone who could help me.

As I approached the house, I noticed that it was much neater and more modern than the other farmhouses I had seen all week. I could hear music playing from inside, and I knocked on the door, hoping to get someone’s attention.

After a few moments, a young woman, Maria, answered the door, looking surprised and a bit disheveled. She was completely nude, and I felt a jolt of surprise. She quickly grabbed a towel and covered herself, while a German Shepherd dog, Max, barked and growled at me from behind her.

“What is it Max?”, Maria said, trying to calm her dog down.

“Max, stop!” she said, still holding the towel in place. “What do you think you are doing here?” she asked, her voice a bit irritated.

I explained that my car had stopped running, and I had walked up to her house looking for help. She listened, still holding the towel, and then asked me what I wanted from her. I asked if she knew of a mechanic who could take a look at my car, and she offered to call a friend who was a mechanic in a nearby town.

As we waited for the mechanic to arrive, Maria invited me to come in and wait, and I accepted. She disappeared into the house, leaving me standing at the front door. A few minutes later, she came back out, dressed in a light sweatshirt and sweatpants, and asked me to come in.

She made me a call to the mechanic, and I explained the situation to him. He told me that he wouldn’t be able to retrieve my car until the next morning, but Maria offered to let me stay at her house for the night. I accepted, and she invited me to take a shower while she made supper.

As I showered, I couldn’t help but notice the flowery, perfumed soap that was all that was available. After my shower, I put on a fresh set of clothes and joined Maria in the kitchen, where she had made a delicious casserole with chicken, rice, asparagus, and cheese. We sat down to eat, and I learned that she was a writer, working on a murder mystery novel.

After we finished eating, Maria asked me to give Max a quick checkup, and I agreed. As we sat down with Max between us, there was a knock at the door. Maria got up to answer it, and I stood up to follow her.

When she opened the door, her grandfather was standing there, looking a bit concerned. He introduced himself as Maria’s grandfather, and I explained that my car had stopped running. He recognized me as the vet student who had treated his horse, Arrow, earlier in the week.

“What’s wrong with Arrow?” Maria asked, and I explained that the horse had a strain in his rear left leg. I told her grandfather that the wrapping had seemed to help, and he nodded, saying that Arrow was not favoring the leg like he had been.

As we talked, Maria’s grandfather thanked me for helping with the problem and told Maria to take me into town to get a room for the night. He said goodbye and headed back to the fields, leaving Maria and me to make arrangements for the night.

As we walked back to the house, Maria explained that her grandfather was like a father to her, and that he was very protective. I understood, and we continued on into the house, where Maria had promised to make me supper and help me get a room for the night.

As we sat on the bed, Maria’s hands trembled slightly as she reached for the stethoscope. “Can you give me a checkup?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

She guided my hand under her sweatshirt and up to her chest. The palm of my hand rested on her breast over the nipple, with the chest piece between her breasts. Maria’s gentle moan sent a shiver down my spine.

“How does my heart sound?” she asked, her eyes locked on mine.

I hesitated, my gaze drifting to the size and softness of her breast. I hadn’t been paying attention to her heart, but I forced myself to focus. “Your heart is beating more rapidly than normal,” I stated, trying to sound professional.

“I hope to get more excited,” Maria said, a hint of a smile on her lips.

I dropped the stethoscope and it hung from my ears. I leaned forward, and Maria met me halfway. Our lips touched, and the world around us melted away. We kissed for several minutes, the tension between us building.

I moved my other hand up under her sweatshirt and found her other breast. I began to massage her breasts, causing Maria to moan as we continued to kiss. I squeezed her breasts and lightly caressed her nipples, which were hard and pushed back against my fingers.

Maria’s eyes fluttered closed, and she pressed her chest into my hands. Max, sensing our emotions, looked up at us with concern, but Maria quickly reassured him, “It’s okay, boy.”

As I continued to kiss Maria and massage her breasts, I started moving my hand lower down her stomach. She quickly stopped me, stood up, and encouraged me to get to my feet. “Let’s go to the bedroom,” she requested. “It will be more comfortable.”

We moved up the stairs, past the bathroom, and into Maria’s bedroom. The room was a time capsule, filled with memories of her high school and college days. Awards for writing, speaking, and debating adorned the walls, alongside a few pairs of pompoms and pictures of Maria in cheerleader outfits.

Maria sat on the bed, looking nervous. I sat down beside her, and she reached out to take my hand. “I… I haven’t been… with very… many boys,” she said, her voice trembling.

“We don’t have to go any farther,” I reassured her, trying to put her at ease.

Maria looked up at me, her eyes searching for something. “My girlfriends talk about the wonderful sexual experiences they have had. Mine haven’t been that way,” she said, her voice laced with sadness.

She began to tell me about her past experiences, about the pain and the shame. I listened, trying to be supportive, as she opened up to me about her secrets.

As she spoke, I realized that Maria was not just a beautiful woman; she was a complex and vulnerable person, scarred by her past experiences. I felt a deep sense of empathy for her, and a desire to protect her and help her heal.

“Why did you initiate things with me earlier?” I asked, trying to understand her motivations.

Maria looked down, her voice barely above a whisper. “A few days ago I was out with some of my girlfriends. They all talked about their love life and how great it was. That night I had a dream… Although I don’t remember everything clearly, I remember someone telling me I would meet a man that would show me how wonderful sex can be. I… I thought you might be that man.”

I was taken aback by her words, but I tried to reassure her. “If you still want to have sex, I have a few conditions,” I explained.

“What are they?” Maria asked, her eyes locked on mine.

“First, if you don’t like me doing something, if something hurts, you will tell me to stop. I promise to stop immediately,” I said.

“Sounds good to me. I agree!” Maria said with enthusiasm.

“Second, try to put your horrible past experiences out of your mind,” I suggested.

“Okay, I will try my best,” Maria said.

“Third, can we put Rex out of the room? He is so protective of you, he might think I am attacking or hurting you,” I suggested.

“I see what you mean and I understand,” Maria said. “I could put Rex in his kennel and we can shut the door to reduce whatever noise he hears.”

Rex got up and walked slowly out of the room, followed by Maria. She returned a few minutes later, looking determined.

“I usually only put him in the kennel when I am gone for the day and can’t take him with me,” Maria said. “He may whine when he doesn’t hear us leave or hears us here.”

“I’ve noticed how obedient Max is. Did you train him?” I asked.

“No, I got him from a shelter,” Maria said, smiling. “But he’s a smart boy. He picked up commands quickly.”

As we sat on the bed, the tension between us still palpable, I realized that I had to be careful. I had to make sure that Maria felt safe and comfortable, and that our encounter was something she would cherish, not something that would trigger more pain and shame.

“Maria, I want to make sure that you’re comfortable with everything that happens between us,” I said, my voice sincere.

“I am. I want to feel what it’s like to have sex with someone who cares about me,” Maria said, her eyes locked on mine.

I nodded, trying to reassure her. “Okay. Let’s take things slowly, and see where it goes.”

She gazed at me with a mixture of curiosity and vulnerability as she recounted her past. “My father was a policeman, and Max was his police dog. When my father and mother died, Max was also injured, and they decided to retire him. They offered him to me, and I accepted.”

“I see,” I said, my voice calm and gentle. “Max and you must have formed a strong bond.”

“Yes, we did. He obeyed me just like he did my father.”

I took a deep breath, trying to focus on the task at hand. “If you’re still willing, we can continue. Remember, you can stop or change your mind at any point.”

“I know,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m still a little nervous, but I want to do this.”

I reached for the hairbrush on her nightstand and picked it up. “First, I’ll brush your hair. Is that okay with you?”

“Y-yes,” she replied, sounding surprised and confused.

We sat on the edge of the bed, and I gently touched her shoulders. She shivered noticeably, and I began brushing her hair in soft, gentle strokes. The softness of her hair was a pleasure to touch, and I savored every moment, trying not to rush the process.

“I’m going to kiss your neck,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

I moved her hair aside and started kissing the side of her neck, just below her ear. She shivered again, and I could feel her relax in my presence.

“Do you like this?” I asked, fully knowing the answer.

“Yes,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

I continued to kiss her neck, moving down to the point where her sweatshirt covered her shoulder. I gently pulled the sweatshirt to the side, exposing more of her skin for my kisses. Maria let out a soft “Mmmm” as I kissed her neck and shoulder.

“May I remove your sweatshirt?” I asked, my voice gentle.

“Y-yes,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

I pulled on one of the sleeves, and she pulled her arm out. I repeated the process for the second sleeve, and then I hooked my fingers under the bottom hem of her shirt and lifted it up over her head.

“Wow, your back is so smooth and tanned,” I said, my eyes scanning her skin.

“Thank you,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

I lightly traced my fingers up and down her back and arms, trying to savor every moment. Her skin was soft, moist, and supple, and I could feel her relax in my presence.

“May I reach inside the waistband of your pants?” I asked, my voice gentle.

“Would it be better if I took my pants off?” Maria asked, her voice hesitant.

“Yes, if you’re comfortable with that,” I replied.

She paused for a moment, then stood up and pulled down her pants and underwear. She stepped out of them, and I could see her standing in front of me, her body exposed.

“I’m going to kiss your lower back and touch your rear end. Are you good with that?” I asked, my voice gentle.

“Yes!” she replied, her voice enthusiastic.

I ran my fingers up her sides and then circled around her lower back. She shivered and moaned happily, and I could feel her relax in my presence.

“Is something wrong?” she asked, breaking my reverie.

“No, no, I’m just enjoying looking at your gorgeous body,” I replied, my eyes scanning her skin.

I began placing light kisses on her lower back, and she sighed and moaned approvingly, pushing back against my lips. I moved my mouth lower, to the point where her butt cheeks began to separate. She jerked, and I knew I had found a sensitive spot.

“I’m sorry, did I surprise you? Or did I do something you didn’t want me to do?” I asked, my voice gentle.

“No, not at all. It was just so sensitive where you kissed me, I reacted. Of course, no one has kissed me there before,” she apologized.

“Should I continue?” I asked, my voice hesitant.

“Yes! Please!” she replied, her voice enthusiastic.

I started massaging her butt cheeks again, and she moaned and writhed in pleasure. I kissed her several more times, and she continued to moan and twitch. I moved my lips down to her butt cheeks, and Maria continued to moan, her body reacting to my touch.

“May I remove your clothes?” Maria asked, her voice hesitant.

“Yes, to both questions,” I replied.

Maria leaned over, and I felt my shirt being pulled over my head. I stood up, and she stared at my erection, her eyes wide with curiosity.

“I’ve never really seen a man’s penis before,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“It’s okay, I’m not embarrassed,” I replied, trying to reassure her.

She reached out and touched the head of my penis, her fingers tracing the shape of it. “It’s hot and soft,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes, it is,” I replied, trying to savor every moment.

Maria reached out and touched the head of my penis again, her fingers tracing the shape of it. “It’s hot, soft, and wet,” I replied, my voice gentle.

She contemplated my answer for a moment, then reached out and touched the head of my penis again. “I told you I was naïve and definitely ignorant regarding sex,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“It’s okay, I’m here to help you learn,” I replied, my voice gentle.

Maria reached out and touched the head of my penis again, her fingers tracing the shape of it. “I want to learn,” she said, her voice enthusiastic.

I smiled, trying to reassure her. “We’ll take it one step at a time,” I replied.

Maria leaned forward, her lips inches from mine. I felt my heart racing, my body reacting to her proximity. “I want to kiss you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Okay,” I replied, my voice hesitant.

Our lips touched, and I felt a surge of electricity run through my body. It was a gentle kiss, a soft caress, but it was enough to make my heart skip a beat.

“Mmm, that feels good,” Maria said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes, it does,” I replied, my voice gentle.

We continued to kiss, our lips moving softly against each other. It was a gentle, tender kiss, but it was enough to make my heart feel full.

“I want to touch you,” Maria said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Okay,” I replied, my voice hesitant.

Maria reached out and touched my chest, her fingers tracing the shape of my muscles. “You’re so strong,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes, I am,” I replied, trying to savor every moment.

Maria leaned forward, her lips inches from mine. “I want to kiss you again,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Okay,” I replied, my voice gentle.

Our lips touched, and I felt a surge of electricity run through my body. It was a gentle kiss, a soft caress, but it was enough to make my heart skip a beat.

“Mmm, that feels good,” Maria said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes, it does,” I replied, my voice gentle.

We continued to kiss, our lips moving softly against each other. It was a gentle, tender kiss, but it was enough to make my heart feel full.

“I want to touch you again,” Maria said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Okay,” I replied, my voice hesitant.

Maria reached out and touched my chest, her fingers tracing the shape of my muscles. “You’re so strong,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes, I am,” I replied, trying to savor every moment.

Maria leaned forward, her lips inches from mine. “I want to kiss you again,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Okay,” I replied, my voice gentle.

Our lips touched, and I felt a surge of electricity run through my body. It was a gentle kiss, a soft caress, but it was enough to make my heart skip a beat.

“Mmm, that feels good,” Maria said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes, it does,” I replied, my voice gentle.

We continued to kiss, our lips moving softly against each other. It was a gentle, tender kiss, but it was enough to make my heart feel full.

“I want to take things further,” Maria said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Okay,” I replied, my voice hesitant.

Maria reached out and touched my penis, her fingers tracing the shape of it. “I want to touch you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Okay,” I replied, my voice gentle.

Maria continued to touch me, her fingers tracing the shape of my penis. “It feels so good,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes, it does,” I replied, trying to savor every moment.

Maria leaned forward, her lips inches from mine. “I want to kiss you again,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Okay,” I replied, my voice gentle.

Our lips touched, and I felt a surge of electricity run through my body. It was a gentle kiss, a soft caress, but it was enough to make my heart skip a beat.

“Mmm, that feels good,” Maria said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes, it does,” I replied, my voice gentle.

We continued to kiss, our lips moving softly against each other. It was a gentle, tender kiss, but it was enough to make my heart feel full.

“I want to take things to the next level,” Maria said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Okay,” I replied, my voice hesitant.

Maria reached out and touched my penis, her fingers tracing the shape of it. “I want to touch you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Okay,” I replied, my voice gentle.

Maria continued to touch me, her fingers tracing the shape of my penis. “It feels so good,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes, it does,” I replied, trying to savor every moment.

Maria leaned forward, her lips inches from mine. “I want to kiss you again,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Okay,” I replied, my voice gentle.

Our lips touched, and I felt a surge of electricity run through my body. It was a gentle kiss, a soft caress, but it was enough to make my heart skip a beat.

“Mmm, that feels good,” Maria said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes, it does,” I replied, my voice gentle.

We continued to kiss, our lips moving softly against each other. It was a gentle, tender kiss, but it was enough to make my heart feel full.

“I want to make love to you,” Maria said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes, I want that too,” I replied, my voice gentle.

Maria leaned forward, her lips inches from mine. “I love you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I love you too,” I replied, my voice gentle.

Our lips touched, and I felt a surge of electricity run through my body. It was a gentle kiss, a soft caress, but it was enough to make my heart feel full.

“Mmm, that feels good,” Maria said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes, it does,” I replied, my voice gentle.

We continued to kiss, our lips moving softly against each other. It was a gentle, tender kiss, but it was enough to make my heart feel full.

“I want to be with you forever,” Maria said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I want that too,” I replied, my voice gentle.

Maria leaned forward, her lips inches from mine. “I love you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I love you too,” I replied, my voice gentle.

Our lips touched, and I felt a surge of electricity run through my body. It was a gentle kiss, a soft caress, but it was enough to make my heart feel full.

“Mmm, that feels good,” Maria said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes, it does,” I replied, my voice gentle.

We continued to kiss, our lips moving softly against each other. It was a gentle, tender kiss, but it was enough to make my heart feel full.

“I want to be with you forever,” Maria said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I want that too,” I replied, my voice gentle.

Maria leaned forward, her lips inches from mine. “I love you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I love you too,” I replied, my voice gentle.

Our lips touched, and I felt a surge of electricity run through my body. It was a gentle kiss, a soft caress, but it was enough to make my heart feel full.

“Mmm, that feels good,” Maria said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes, it does,” I replied, my voice gentle.

As I resumed my exploration, I gently circled her love button with my fingers. I teased her nub, and she let out a soft “ooo.” I repeated the motion, and she rewarded me with another delightful response. Next, I rolled her clit between my fingers, and she purred her appreciation. I applied a bit more pressure, and her movements and sounds intensified. My mouth wandered downward from her breast to her belly button, leaving a trail of kisses and licks in its wake. I climbed onto the bed, settling into a comfortable position on my hands and knees.

My penis remained hard, dangling between my legs. As I reached her navel, I lavished attention on it, kissing, licking, and sucking. Maria’s response was a gentle “Mmm.” I moved lower, my gaze fixed on my target. Just before I reached her pussy, a hand wrapped around my rod, and she began pumping it slowly, sending shivers of pleasure through my body.

“Are you sure you want to go lower?” Maria asked, her voice laced with a hint of concern. I smiled, my excitement building, and continued my descent. Her lips touched the head of my penis, and I jerked in surprise. I encouraged her to take more, spreading my knees in invitation. Maria began kissing the underside of my rod, working her way down to the base.

She then ran her tongue along the length of my shaft, sending me moaning with pleasure. I reciprocated by parting her pussy lips and exploring her clitoris with my tongue and lips. I sucked, flicking my tongue over her nub, and Maria writhed and moaned in response. I continued to pleasure her, my fingers moving in and out of her love tunnel. Maria’s body stiffened, and she let out a long, loud groan. She shook, shivered, and spasmed, her back arching in ecstasy.

I exploded into her mouth, releasing several jets of semen. Maria coughed and sputtered, taken aback by the sudden rush of liquid. She turned her head to the side, leaving a string of cum across her cheek. Her pussy drenched my face and fingers, and the bedsheets became damp.

“Wow, you almost choked me!” Maria gasped, still sputtering. “Sorry, I should have warned you,” I apologized. “It’s alright,” she said, her breathing returning to normal. “I’ve never felt such pleasure before. I didn’t know sex could be so wonderful, thanks to my previous experiences. I now understand what my girlfriends were telling me.”

After a while, Maria got up and walked out of the room. I heard the sound of running water in the bathroom and eventually, her footsteps approaching the bedroom. She stopped in the doorway, leaning against the frame, and gazed at me with a radiant smile. Her eyes focused on my manhood, and she licked her lips, her gaze never leaving mine.

My penis, still semi-erect, began to stir as I continued to look at her. She reached down and lightly rubbed her pussy, and I opened my arms wide, inviting her to come closer. Maria climbed onto the bed, trapping my rod between our bodies, and we embraced, kissing for several minutes. I kissed her neck and nibbled on her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine.

“Can we have sex the normal way?” Maria whispered in my ear. “Certainly,” I agreed. She tried to roll off me, but I stopped her by hugging her a bit more tightly.

“Why don’t you stay on top? I don’t want you to feel trapped,” I suggested. “You can take things at your own speed and position, and move yourself to what feels best for you.” Maria thought about it and then nodded in agreement. She lifted her pelvis, allowing the head of my penis to travel down to her pubic hair and then her pussy lips.

She lowered her pelvis, and I pressed past her lips and into her vagina. Maria gasped as the head of my penis entered her. She slowly pushed down, putting me deeper and deeper into her. She was wonderfully tight, and it took pressure to move inside her, despite the fact that she was very wet and well-lubricated.

She lifted up and then pushed down several more times until I was fully inside her. She paused, a huge smile spreading across her face as she looked at me. “I had doubted I’d be able to get the whole thing inside me!” Maria exclaimed. “You’re much longer and thicker than the three who forced themselves on me, and you feel so good inside me.”

We kissed, and I hugged her tightly to me. “Why did you stop?” Maria asked. “I didn’t want you to feel trapped in any way,” I explained. “Oh, thanks, but I didn’t feel trapped at all,” Maria said. “I felt desired and wanted, and it felt so very good.”

“Besides,” she continued, “you said I could tell you to stop at any time, and I believe you would. You’ve been so wonderful and caring so far.” I hugged her tightly again, and we locked lips, the tension between us building.

She melted into my arms, and I moved up and down inside her, as much as I could. She began moving her pelvis up and down, coordinating with my movement and rhythm. Maria began moaning and sighing into my mouth.

“Please let me go,” she said, lifting her head. “I want to try something.” I released her, and she climbed onto her knees, keeping me deep inside her. Although I was disappointed for a second, I changed my mind when I saw her breasts hanging in front of me.

She began moving up and down, her breasts bouncing up and down. I took one in each of my hands, massaging them. Maria moaned her approval, and I synchronized my movements with hers. After a few minutes, she arched her back and screamed before she began shaking uncontrollably.

I grunted as I came, shooting what was left of my semen into her in strong jets. When she finished shaking, she went limp and collapsed back onto me. I hugged her and stroked her back until our breathing returned to normal.

“I’m exhausted,” she said quietly. A few minutes later, Maria was asleep, lying on top of me with me still inside her. I pulled a blanket and sheet over the top of us, and soon, I was also sleeping.

The morning arrived, and the telephone rang. Maria awoke, still lying on top of me. She got off me and picked up the phone in her bedroom. It was Hank, saying he was leaving his shop to come tow my car. We got dressed and waited downstairs after Maria let Max out of his kennel.

Before long, a tow truck passed the house and stopped at my car. I gave Maria a hug and a huge kiss before walking out the door. “Thank you for everything,” Maria said as I walked down the driveway.