Her phone rang. She let it go to voicemail. Even if it was Raul, she wouldn’t have answered it in order to not seem too eager, too desperate, though the thought of him inside her again, now even, was almost more than she could handle.
She got dressed in her weekend clothes: sweat pants and a t-shirt, and she checked her email, made her shopping list, and did all of her normal weekend chores. By the time the afternoon rolled around, she lad lunch plans with her best friend, had paid her bills, had cleaned her house, and had a load of laundry in the washing machine and one in the dryer. Apparently Raul inspired her to get things done.
It wasn’t until a little after one o’clock that she checked her phone again. She had a text from Raul wondering if she was up for dinner round two; he could get a reservation if she wanted. She read his message with raised eyebrows. Armada two nights in a row was just showing off. She texted him as much, then sent her reply with a smile. See how he responds to that, she thought.
She noticed her voicemail from the morning; she had forgotten about it. She clicked into her voice mail and listened to the message.
“Hello, Ms. West, this is Dr. Goodfreid’s office calling.” The voice sounded like the middle-aged receptionist April had met the day before. “You were in the office yesterday for an exam, but, unfortunately, we need to have you back in at your earliest convenience. Dr. Goodfreid received word that your exam sample became compromised in the lab, after it left our office. We’re very sorry for any inconvenience this causes.” The receptionist sounded as if she was reading from a script. “Please call us as soon as you’re able. Thank you, have a good day.”
Hm, April thought. A compromised sample. Sure, Dr. Goodfreid. That’s the game you want to play? She dialed his office number and left a voicemail after listening to a recording of the receptionist recite the office hours for the clinic.
“Hi, this is April West returning your call. I can come in Monday morning for a repeat exam, or any other time this week that works for you. Thank you, talk to you soon.”
19. Exposed by the Doctor & Her Nurse,
a Medical Ménage Romance
By: Naughty Nicole
Exposed by the Doctor & Her Nurse
a Medical Ménage Romance
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Exposed by the Doctor & Her Nurse
April sat in the doctor’s office, far more nervous than she had even dreamed of being. The nurse had already been in to take her blood pressure and ask her questions about medications, any concerns, and if she was sexually active. The nurse, a beautiful woman with dark brown hair pulled back into a loose but tidy bun, had put April to ease with her smile and warmth.
“There’s no past history of exams,” she had said. “Are you coming to us from a different clinic?”
April blushed. She was far too old to be having her first feminine exam at nearly 30, but she had always been far too squeamish to go, and, hearing her friends talk about the cold metal, the poking, the invasion, she had avoided it.
“It’s my first one,” she admitted, giving the “I know I’m a terrible patient” look as best she could.
“Ah, well, that’s okay. You’re here now, right?” Her kind smile warmed April and April could have kissed her for not yelling at her or trying to make her feel guilty. Frankly, she could have kissed her anyway. Tricia’s lips were full and soft looking. She wore pale make up and her lipstick was a very natural pink with a touch of gloss that made April suspect that she licked her lips often enough that wearing darker, thicker lipstick wasn’t an option. Perhaps it was a hospital policy, though, as well. It wouldn’t do to have the nurses in the office running around looking like prostitutes, or little girls playing dress up with mommy’s make up. When Tricia talked, April found her eyes returning over and over again to those beautiful lips.
“I’m here now. And thank you for being so nice about it.”
“We’re not the kind of clinic that will belittle you, Ms. West, so don’t ever worry about that. We just want you to be healthy.” The nurse, her nametag said Tricia, reached out her hand and set it on top of April’s and gave a gentle squeeze. It was surprisingly comforting, especially because the rest of the room seemed so cold and sterile. A small shock of attraction flowed through April, but, before she could give it any thought, Tricia began speaking again.
“So,” Tricia said, “here’s the drill. There’s a gown on the exam table. Put that on, but leave it untied in the back. Take off your bra and panties. You can just sit at the end of the exam table to start. Dr. Goodfreid will talk to you first, then do your breast exam, and then do the pelvic exam. I’ll be in the room when he’s touching you, but not at the start when he’s talking to you. If you have anything you want to bring up to him privately, you can do it then.” She smiled reassuringly. “And, don’t worry; Dr. Goodfreid is the best there is. He does my exams and it’s practically a pleasure. She winked at April and stood up. “Go ahead and change; Dr. Goodfreid will come in when you’re ready. Do you have any questions?”
“Is it going to hurt?” April asked. She felt stupid asking, felt like a child. But, Nurse Tricia had asked if she had any questions, and April was wondering more than anything else if it was going to hurt.
Tricia sat back down. “Are you a virgin?” she asked directly.
“No,” April said. “Thank God.”
“Then you’ll be fine,” Tricia said. “A penis goes way deeper than the speculum. He’s going to insert it, open it, then do the swab. There aren’t a lot of nerve endings on your cervix, so you probably won’t even feel the swab. It’ll be over in two seconds, and then you’ll be out of here.”
“You’re so sweet to answer my silly questions,” Alice said, blushing. She felt a draw to Tricia she couldn’t quite explain, and she thought that, perhaps, Tricia liked her, too. Why else would she take the time to answer questions with such detail?
“Not at all,” Tricia said. “Like I said, I’m really glad you came in for the exam. It’s scary, but after your first one you won’t believe that you waited so long. You’ll probably be laughing a little bit, actually.” She winked. “I promise, we’ll take very good care of you.” She squeezed April’s hand again, and April felt that same jolt of energy, electricity, and attraction? Then she stood up and walked to the door.
After Nurse Tricia left the room, April sighed and stood, walking to the exam table and picking up the flimsy gown. She quickly removed her clothes, getting out of breath as she did so because the last thing on earth she needed was for the doctor to walk in while she was half-naked. How do they know how much time to give, she wondered? She slid her arms through the gown’s sleeves and sighed again; the back was wide open and she felt the breeze on her bare ass as she sat on the exam table. She looked down and noticed she was wearing her socks. She wondered if she should remove them, then decided against
it. She looked around the room for the stirrups; they weren’t attached to the end of the exam table like she thought they’d be. She hoped that they actually existed; what if stirrups were something only invented for the movies?
While she was pondering the stirrups, there was a quiet, quick knock at the door. It opened and Dr. Goodfreid walked in.
“Good afternoon, Ms. West,” he said, and shook her hand. April’s eyes widened; Dr. Goodfreid was gorgeous. His dark, curly hair stood out against the top of his collar, indicating that it was time for a haircut. He had bright hazel eyes, and a perfect, straight nose. His teeth were white, but not unnaturally so; they were the teeth of someone who knew he was only given one set and he respected them.
“Hi, Dr. Goodfreid, thank you for seeing me.”
“No problem!” Dr. Goodfreid said brightly. “With Dr. Baker on vacation, I’ve been seeing quite a few of his patients.”
Dr. Baker needed to go on vacation more often, April thought, as she felt herself flush and hoped that it was only internal; she couldn’t see the mirror in the exam room to know if she was blushing. She felt a light wetness between her legs and stiffened; while being a little wet would probably make the exam easier, she was sitting on tissue paper. Anything that happened in that department, the good doctor would see it right away.
Think about Dr. Baker; that should take care of it, she thought, and smiled.
“Do you have any concerns today?” Dr. Goodfreid was asking her. He had seated himself at the computer in the room and was scanning her records.
“Nope, just… well, this is my first pelvic exam.” Regardless of what Nurse Tricia had said, April braced herself for the lecture she feared was coming.
“Ah, a virgin, huh?” Dr. Goodfreid didn’t even look away from the computer.
“No!” April said, too loudly. Dr. Goodfreid turned to look at her. “I mean, no, I’m not a virgin.”
“Sorry,” Dr. Goodfreid smiled. “I meant a virgin at exams. Bad joke.” When he smiled, his eyes crinkled at the edges in the most adorable way. April put his age around 35 or so. She wondered if he was straight or gay; she could see a doctor wanting to look at pussy all day go either way.
“Ha,” April chuckled. “Funny. Yes, I guess in that way, I am a virgin.”
“Are you having regular sex?”
“Excuse me?”
“Are you having regular sex right now? It’s a routine question.”
“Um, no, I’m not.” None of her friends had told her that part of her pelvic exam would be admitting that she hadn’t had sex in ages, and he had caught her off guard with the question enough that she hadn’t even thought to lie.
“That’s okay, it’s overrated.” Dr. Goodfreid winked at her, standing and walking to the door. “I’m going to go grab a nurse and then we’ll get started.” He opened the door and closed it again. April put her hands to her face and shook her head.
“Jesus Christ, could I be more awkward?” No, she decided. More awkwardness was not possible. Of course, she thought, I haven’t had a cold piece of metal shoved into me and cranked open yet, so there’s always the possibility things could get worse…
The door opened and Dr. Goodfreid came back in with Nurse Tricia behind him. Tricia closed the door and stood next to it. With Tricia in the room, April felt a small wave of calm come over her. She knew that, no matter what, she had a focal point and a place to put her attention for the duration of her exam.
“All right, Ms. West,” Dr. Goodfreid said as he washed his hands. “Go ahead and lie back. We’ll do your breast exam first, then your pelvic, and then you’ll be out of here.”
April’s stomach jumped; this was it. Her anxiety was back full force and she felt her heart pounding in her chest. She looked over at Nurse Tricia, who was looking at her and smiling. She mouthed ‘it’s okay’ to April, and gave her the “A-Okay” sign with her fingers. Deep breaths, April told herself. If Tricia said it would be okay, it would be okay.
Dr. Goodfreid walked over to April and rubbed his hands together. “I’ll tell you what I’m doing as I do it,” he said, “so you don’t have to worry. Right now, I’m rubbing my hands together so they don’t freeze your skin when I touch you.”
“That’s kind of you,” April said, trying to smile through her nerves.
He grinned. “Nothing but the best for my patients,” he said. “Right, Nurse Tricia?”
“Right-o, Doc!” she said. The two exchanged a look that April caught but didn’t quite understand. She wondered with a small spark of jealousy if they were sleeping together and decided that they probably were. She took a deep breath in and let it out slowly as the doctor pulled her arm from her gown and slid the gown down to expose her right breast. The air was cold, but the doctor’s fingers were warm, and April closed her eyes.
Most of her friends had female doctors, and they were surprised when April had said her doctor for this particular exam was a man.
“Well, I’m straight, right, so if I can just pretend that he and I have been out for drinks and he’s taken me back to his apartment to make out with me, I think the entire process will be far more relaxing,” she had said, laughing. Her friends laughed along with her and shook their heads.
The doctor padded along her breast in a circle, and April shivered. When she did, her nipple grew erect immediately. She opened her eyes and looked up at Dr. Goodfreid. He was looking at her breast as he was working, but glanced at her when he saw her open her eyes. He smiled at her.
“So, April, what do you do for a living?”
His fingertips shifted on her breast, still moving in a circular motion but he brought up his other hand and pressed his palm against the edge of her right breast. His palm was warm and his fingers actually felt good, and, as April looked at his face lined with concentration, she felt the familiar wetness between her legs start up again. She shifted, and Dr. Goodfreid smiled down at her.
“Everything okay?” he asked.
“I appreciate the foreplay,” she joked, and then blushed. Seriously? she thought. Did you just say that out loud?
Both the doctor and Nurse Tricia laughed.
“Well, the surgeon general says that breast exams are a necessity for early detection of breast cancer, but that’s just a line; we really do them to warm you up for the speculum. Obviously.”
April laughed with relief; thank goodness her doctor had a sense of humor.
As they laughed, he continued moving his hand and the tip of his index finger brushed across her nipple. A spark of electricity burst through her, and her eyes widened. The doctor didn’t look at her or do anything differently, so she assumed it was an accident. Well, your nipples are hard enough to poke the man’s eyes out,” she scolded herself. What do you want from the guy?
The doctor finished with her right breast and held the gown sleeve so she could put her arm through. He stayed where he was and pulled her gown back on the left side, repeating the same circular touching he had done on the right. When his fingertip grazed her left nipple, she arched an eyebrow at him. That was intentional, and they both knew it.
She made a small noise in her throat and he looked done at her.
“Sorry…?” he said, with a slight inflection at the end of the word, as if he wasn’t so much sorry as he was wondering if he should be sorry.
“Why?” she asked. “No need to be.” She couldn’t believe how she was acting, but, honestly, if she could pretend that he was not a doctor but, rather, someone she was intimate with, wouldn’t that allow her body to relax more during the exam? And, the fact that she was very attracted to him, well, that just made the fantasy easier. If he was willing to play along, then she was pretty sure that this exam wouldn’t be even close to the nightmare she’d been expecting.
And what about the sexy Nurse Tricia, she wondered? It was clear that her presence in the room was to ensure that Dr. Goodfreid kept his hands to himself, but she must have seen him graze her nipples with his fingertips. Is she in on it? Is she
into it? April found herself hoping the latter. April had not been with a woman since college, but it wasn’t for a lack of interest, only a lack of accessibility. Nurse Tricia was just her type: slender with small but perfectly proportionate breasts, an athletic build, long dark hair. Her skin was creamy and looked unbelievably smooth.
“I trust you; I’m pretty sure Nurse Tricia will take you down if you start getting too handsy, right Nurse Tricia?”
All three laughed.
“Yep,” Tricia agreed. “I’ll kick his ass.”
Dr. Goodfreid smiled; “She’s done it before, and I suspect she’ll do it again.”
They are definitely doing it, April thought, and smiled.
“Well, then I have absolutely nothing to worry about,” April said.
Dr. Goodfreid moved to the foot of the exam table and got to business.
“Okay, April,” he said as slid the stirrups out from the sides of the exam table—so that’s where they are, April thought—and clicked them into place, “here’s the drill. Put your feet in the stirrups and slide your backside way down, almost to the end. Nurse, will you help her?”
April bent her knees and slid down, putting her feet into the stirrups. She immediately felt a cool breeze across her vagina and she dropped her knees together. The stirrups were wide enough apart that her knees couldn’t quite touch, and she felt her anxiety return. She felt exposed and she took a deep breath to try to put herself back in the frame of mind that she was not in a doctor’s office, she was in a bedroom. She was not on an exam table; she was on a bed. She was not in a medical gown; she was in her lingerie. Dr. Goodfreid was not Dr. Goodfreid, he was Tobias Goodfreid, and he was going to fuck her silly.
Nurse Tricia guided April down a bit further, and pulled the pillow beneath the tissue down so April could still lay her head on it. Tricia smiled at April and squeezed her hand. Reflexively, April squeezed back and held onto her hand while looking into Tricia’s eyes. Tricia nodded and didn’t pull her hand away.
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