Once I graduated medical school I stopped dancing, but I didn’t stop having plenty of women in my life. I can’t go around half naked on a stage anymore, but I can still drive women wild. Like the chick last night. Her bright red lipstick looked so, so good when it was wrapped around my hard cock. I’d wrapped my fingers into her curly hair and helped her along as she worked her magic. I can feel my cock twitch against my pants at the thought, wanting to feel a woman’s lips around it once again.
I shake my head. I’m at work. I shut my appointment book and prepare myself for my first patient.
There’s a knock on the door and Liz pops her head through the opening. She leans over as she pokes through the door so I can see her cleavage on full display. I wouldn’t mind giving her a full physical, but we work together and I can’t risk my position at the practice. She’s just the type of girl that would get too attached.
I’ve just started working here, I can’t jeopardize that over something as trivial as casual sex.
“Your first patient is here, doctor. Let me know if you need anything from me.” She smiles and cocks her head to the side. Her breasts are pressed up against the door and she bats her eyelashes at me. Good morning to you too, Liz.
“Thanks Liz, I’ll let you know. Send them in.”
Chapter 3 - Valerie
I wake up when my phone rings. It’s Emma.
“Oh. My. God. Val. You will not believe the night I had!”
She’s practically yelling down the phone in excitement. Groggy, I rub my eyes and try to understand what she’s saying. My voice is husky and hoarse when I respond.
“Why, what happened? Are you ok?”
“Am I ok?! Are you kidding me?? I just had the most mind blowing night of the century. Holy shit, Val, you would not believe it. I just had the craziest, most animalistic sex of my life. I haven’t even slept. He was so good, and his cock was huge!”
I groan in response, still trying to wake up. It isn’t unusual for Emma to wake me up with her crazy antics. I just wish she hadn’t done so on my first day off in two weeks. I sit up in bed, holding the phone to my ear as she talks nonstop while I try to keep up.
“I met him at this bar and we connected right away, you know? Like we were just drawn to each other. He had me bent over his kitchen counter, pulling my hair back, ahh even just thinking about it now is driving me nuts. Val, you need to sort out this orgasm thing of yours because life's too short to not have a night like that!!”
“Sounds exciting, Em.”
“You wouldn’t believe. Seriously. You need to have an orgasm. Or twelve.”
“I’m going to the doctor this morning actually, I’m going to ask them about it,” I respond.
“About the orgasm thing? That’s good! Because I can tell you, you are missing out. Big time.”
As if I didn’t already know. Her words sting. I love Emma with all my heart but sometimes she can be so oblivious. I know she doesn’t mean to hurt my feelings but when she goes on and on about how great her sex life is, it just makes me feel so... Inadequate. I tell her I need to get ready for the doctor and I hang up the phone.
I lay back down and stare up at my ceiling. I wonder if there are any other ceilings that have been stared at as much as mine. I seem to know every inch of it, every crack in the paint and the way the light hits every corner of it. I should put up a photo like they do in dentists’ offices so at least I’d have something to look at.
I get up and turn on the shower. I look at myself in the bathroom mirror as the water warms up. I look a bit tired but nothing a good shower and some makeup won’t fix. War paint, as Emma calls it. I need to feel as confident as possible when I go to this doctor’s appointment because if I feel the slightest bit insecure about myself I might chicken out and not ask about my problem.
My mind is racing as I shower. How will the doctor react? I’m sure they’ll be professional. I hope it’s a woman.
As I get ready I try not to think too much about my appointment. I pick out my favourite jeans and a tight white tank top. I blow dry my hair and put on some makeup, making sure my blue eyes pop. I even put on some lipstick, thinking of Emma and her signature power red. I choose a dusty pink colour, understated but flattering.
I throw on a cardigan and look at myself in my full-length mirror. I feel good. Simple, casual, but pretty and confident. Like someone who is capable of having mind blowing orgasms.
At least I hope so.
It’s nice to be wearing jeans, and to have a bit of a sleep in. Even though I’m nervous about my appointment it’s nice to have a day off. I’ve been working so much this past while, and I’ve finally hit my stride at the office.
I’ve started making some big sales in New York real estate. Month after month I was the top sales agent in my area, so my boss has finally given me some bigger listings. I’m breaking into the multi-million dollar mansions now, which means a bigger commission but more difficult clients. It’s cutthroat, thankless, and non-stop, but I know how to sell a house. I smile. I can’t come but at least I close a deal.
Whenever life gets hard I’ve always just thrown myself into my work. When I broke up with Bryce it was the perfect time to pick up more hours at the office. Still, it’s nice to have a day off, even though I need to confess to the doctor my most embarrassing secret.
Deep breaths. After this morning I’ll be buying a direct ticket to Orgasmtown, population: me. Hopefully.
I grab my keys, wallet, and phone and head down to my car. Shoulders back, head high. Fake it till you make it, I tell myself. I’m going to ask the doctor why I can’t have an orgasm. I’m doing it. Try and stop me.
Chapter 4 - Clay
I tip back my third cup of coffee, letting the final drips touch my tongue. Isn’t this stuff supposed to have caffeine? Maybe last night wasn’t such a good idea after all.
Nah, who am I kidding. A good fuck is worth a long day at work the next day.
I check my calendar. Ah, Miss Valerie Brooks is up next. I wonder what a girl with a name like that looks like. I’m imagining a long leggy brunette, doe-eyed and innocent. Or maybe she’s a red haired vixen. Blonde bombshell with big tits. My mind wanders and I make up a Mrs Potato Head of hot women that could have a name like Valerie Brooks.
Who am I kidding, she’s probably 80 years old and doesn’t match her name at all. Nothing would surprise me at this point.
That would probably be better, actually. The last thing I need is a distraction. I’ve been making headway with the lead cardiologist at the hospital down the road. He’s letting me shadow him next week, and I absolutely cannot have a bad performance review here at the practice. I take a deep breath and hope that Valerie Brooks is as unattractive as they come, for my sake.
Liz knocks on the door and drops off her paperwork.
“Thank you,” I say, flashing her my best smile. She blushes and I chuckle at how easy it is. I wonder how many times she’s rubbed one out thinking of me between her legs.
I glance at the papers in front of me. All new patients need to fill in general information: age, gender, address, allergies. The usual. Female, 29 years old. Looks like she’s not a senior citizen after all. I close the file and stand up, ready to call her in.
The waiting area is down a short hallway and around to the left. My heart is beating a bit faster as I open my door and walk down the hallway. I don’t know why I should be nervous or excited about this. It’s just a name, another patient. Another person that’s off-limits to me. I round the corner and get ready to call out her name.
Whoa.
It has to be her, there’s no one else there. She’s sitting in a chair, facing the reception desk. I can see her profile, the way her long blonde hair falls in loose curls around her face. She’s wearing a white top and tight jeans. She’s slouched a bit, and her tits are perfectly round and resting above her flat stomach. Not too big but shaped to perfection. I clear my throat. Better than my Mrs. Potato Head, which I didn’t even know was
possible.
“Valerie Brooks?” I hate how hesitant I sound. This isn’t like me.
She turns towards me and I get a full view of her. Her blue eyes stand out like jewels on her face and she looks at me like she’s searching my face for answers. I want to hold her gaze but I have to glance down at her lips. They looks so soft and pillowy, I bet they taste like candy. I clear my throat again and look down at the floor. I need to get it together. I don’t mix work and play, ever.
I can’t resist watching as she gets up out of her chair and bends over to pick up her bag. I wait by the hallway as she walks towards me. Does she know how incredible she looks? Each movement is graceful and sensual. Her legs are a mile long and her slender hips sway with every step. I let her go in front of me towards my office. I can’t resist, I have to see her walk from behind. With every step her perfectly pert ass moves from side to side. I would kill to bend her over my desk, to spread those cheeks and -
Stop. No. I need to stop. She’s just like any other patient that walks through my door. Never mind that her long blonde hair would be perfect to grip onto, or that her body is slim and tight, just how I like it. It doesn’t matter. This is work, and I’m not going to mess this up for anything. I open the door to my office and let her walk in in front of me, motioning to a chair beside my desk for her to sit in.
She sits down and turns towards me expectantly. Her eyes are the deepest blue I’ve ever seen. They’re clear and sparkling and the burrow into me like laser beams. She’s taking my breath away. I can’t help but look down as she crosses her long legs, hips hugged by her tight jeans.
I clear my throat, glancing down at her file in front of me.
“Valerie,” I say in my most official Doctor Voice. “What can I do for you?”
Chapter 5 - Valerie
This is my worst nightmare. Not only is this doctor male, he’s absolutely gorgeous. It looks like he just walked out of some calendar dedicated to sexy doctors. This could not be worse. How am I supposed to talk to him about orgasms?! He called my name in the huskiest, sexiest voice I’ve ever heard. When I turned and saw him it took all my self control to stop my jaw from falling to the floor.
I can’t do this. This was a bad idea.
He’s got this short brown hair that’s styled in a messy, tousled way. His dark brown eyes are hard to look away from. I’m sitting beside his desk now, wondering how I’m going to find the words to tell him what’s wrong with me.
He’s looking over a file that I assume has my information, and I can’t help sweep my eyes over his body. He’s wearing this pale purple button down shirt tucked into his black pants. It fits him perfectly, and I can’t help but wonder what his body looks like. He definitely keeps in shape, I can tell by the way the fabric pulls around his biceps as he moves his arms.
I glance down at his crotch, I can’t help it. I don’t even know what I’m looking for. As soon as I look down, I look away.
He’s looking at me. Oh my God. Did he see that? Why would I do that! I can feel my cheeks burning when he bores into me with those dark eyes. He’s got such thick lashes, any girl would kill for them.
Is he smirking?
I take a deep breath and try to calm myself. This is OK. He’s a professional, and I’m a professional, and I have a medical issue and I need his help. It’ll be a fifteen minute consultation and then I’ll be on my way.
“So what can I do for you, Valerie?” He asks. His voice is like butter. I can feel the warmth pooling between my legs every time he says my name. I need to work up the nerve for this.
“Well, I’ve just moved to the area and need a new physician. I haven’t had a physical in a few years so I thought it would be a good opportunity to find a new doctor. You know, just to.. Get to know the right one.”
What am I even saying? Stop talking! My heart is beating out of my chest.
“No problem, Valerie. Let’s get started. Can I call you Valerie?”
I nod.
“My friends call me Val,” I respond instinctively. Real smooth, Val. He glances up at me and smiles. His whole face lights up when he smiles and my heart beats a little bit faster.
“Does that make us friends now?” Did he just wink?
I chuckle, trying not to sound as nervous as I feel. I’m like a thirteen year old girl right now, all giggles and blushes. I need to get it together! I’m a grown woman and he is a doctor, a professional.
He grabs a light from his breast pocket and holds it up.
“Now just stare straight ahead, look at the space right between my eyes.”
I try to keep my eyes steady as he moves the light around. I try not to let my gaze wander but he’s got to be the best looking doctor in all of New York. He jots a few words down on my chart and I use the time to rake my eyes over his body. He’s fit, and the way his clothes pull against his muscles is making me blush. It looks like he’s made of muscle.
He turns back towards me and I glance at the floor, embarrassed. Stop staring at him! He grabs a wooden tongue depressor and tells me to open my mouth. I open my mouth and slide my tongue out slowly. My heart beats faster and I realise I actually like being in this position in front of him. Mouth open, tongue out, ready for him to do what he needs to do. My eyes flick up to his and I see he’s looking right at me and his stare burns a hole through me. I feel a thrill in my centre, a warmth in my core as he looks into my eyes with my mouth open for him.
Is he thinking what I’m thinking? I can feel the blood rushing towards the pit of my stomach and my heart beats a little bit faster. It feels like we look at each other a second too long, and then his eyes flick down to my mouth, putting the tongue depressor down and shining a light down inside.
I take a deep breath and try to calm my nerves.
He directs me to move to the examination table. The white paper crunches as I sit down onto it. He motions for me to lay down and I swing my legs over, laying down on the blue plastic bed.
“I’m going to use my hands to palpate your abdomen, just to make sure everything is normal with your internal organs. Is that OK?”
I nod.
He raises his hands and I close my eyes as he moves them from one corner of my abdomen to the other. He presses gently, and I can feel the warmth of his hands through my clothing. I wonder what his hands would feel like on my bare skin, or what they would feel like between my legs.
My mind wanders as he touches me, and once again I feel a warmth growing under his hands. Everywhere his hands touch leaves a trail of sparks and I struggle to keep my breath steady. I’m trying to pretend like this isn’t the sexiest physical I’ve ever had.
“Ok, looks good to me. I’m just going to listen to your lungs now.” His voice is professional, sharp. My eyes shoot open and I try once again to rein in my thoughts.
“Can you please sit up for me?”
He grabs the stethoscope around his neck and places the earbuds into his ears.
I take a deep breath. He’s going to hear my heart hammering at a hundred miles an hour. This is ridiculous. He’s attractive, fine. He’s also a doctor and I’m here for a checkup. A checkup and a certain... delicate question. This has got to be the longest physical examination in the history of physical examinations. I sit up and wait for him to move towards me, trying in vain to control the pounding in my chest.
Chapter 6 - Clay
I take my stethoscope and move it towards her, trying to ignore the twinge of my cock as the blood rushes to it. I can feel it hardening against my pants, and I hope that she hasn’t been able to tell. I know she saw me watching her when she opened her mouth. I’d love to examine that mouth again.
She jumps a bit when the stethoscope touches her skin. It’s always cold against bare skin. I’m standing by the examination table, looking down at this beautiful woman sitting in front of me. I have a perfect view of her breasts from where I’m standing, with the stethoscope just at the very top of them. I’m careful not to touch her bare skin, or to make any moves t
hat might be considered unprofessional. That look earlier before the tongue depressor was toeing the line.
“Now take a deep breath for me,” I say.
She breathes deep, and I move the stethoscope to the other side. Her heart is beating fast, she must be nervous. I don’t blame her. My own heart is beating hard as I move a bit closer to her.
I place the stethoscope on her skin again and see how the top of her breast depresses from the weight of the instrument. Her skin looks soft, and her breasts look even softer. I want to touch her skin, but I won’t. I can’t.
I move the stethoscope to her back and slide it down between her tank top and her skin. If only I could slide my hands against her skin and pull this shirt off her. I’d love to get a good look at her body, lie her down and let my hands loose all over her.
She sits up a bit straighter, and I can still hear how fast her heart is beating. I can smell her from here, she smells fruity and sweet. A little bit like roses. I want to inhale deeply and fill my nose with her scent but I resist.
I’m at work. This is my job, my dream.
I can’t let one pretty blonde girl mess anything up for me. I step away from the examination table and she swings her legs over the side. I turn away towards my desk, not wanting to have any more looks exchanged between us.
“Good! Lungs sound fine. Your heartbeat is quite fast though, have you ever had any problems with your heart?”
I glance up at her and see her cheeks flush. I can’t help but smile. Maybe she’s feeling what I’m feeling.
“Are you nervous?” I ask slowly. She flicks those blue eyes up towards my face and I feel the twinge in my cock again.
“I… yes. I’m nervous. I have.. a problem.” She’s speaking so slowly, hesitating with almost every word. I wait patiently, sitting at my desk. Sometimes it’s better to say nothing and let the patient tell you what they need to say. She looks up at me and when I say nothing, she continues.
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