“Okay, Andy, I’m just going to start the examination now,” Rachel said in her soothing tone, and I felt my body tense slightly as I prepared myself for her touch. I felt her hands brush up the inside of my thigh, parting my legs a little further and giving her easier access to my pussy. The latex was cold and smooth against my skin, making me jump, but she placed another hand on my knee to steady me and keep me still as her hand slid across me, finding my outer lips. Using her fingers, she parted me so that I was completely exposed, her digits pinning my labia out of the way as she inspected my vagina closely. Plucking a sterile paper packet from a table adjacent to us, she ripped it open and pulled out a cotton swab, placing it against my skin. The softness of the cotton was a shock after the smooth impersonality of the latex, and I flinched with arousal as she ran it around the outside of my pussy, pulling it away and sealing it in a small bottle that she placed next to her carefully. I looked at her for a moment, assuming the examination was over, but she was far from finished.
“Everything looks okay here, Andy, but I think I’d like to do an internal examination if that’s okay by you?” There was that soothing voice again. How could I say no to her? I nodded, then, realizing she wasn’t exactly looking at my face, managed to croak out my assent.
“Excellent,” she said, and I thought I heard a hint of a smile in her tone. Was she actually enjoying this? The thought sent another series of tingles down through my pussy, my slick flesh reacting to the feeling of her gliding latex gloves. I felt my pussy tense up in anticipation of her fingers as she reached behind her for some lubricant to make the process easier. Squirting a generous dollop on to her hand, she rubbed her fingers together until they were slick and then pressed them back up against my now-throbbing sex. She traced the outline of my pussy for a moment, finding my slit, and then gently inserted two fingers into me.
My hands clenched down on the sides of the examination table, trying to hide how much I was getting turned on by her invasive examination. I wasn’t sure if this was standard procedure or not, but I didn’t care-it just felt so good to have someone taking care of me like this. Frank had never much been one for foreplay, never mind driving me right to the brink of passion as Rachel was doing, and I’d forgotten how much I’d missed it.
She slowly moved her fingers inside me, making circles, pressing her digits up against the tight walls of my pussy. She must have been able to feel every single inch in there, as my pussy clenched unstoppably against her. It was an involuntary reaction, I told myself, she must see this kind of thing all the time when she does examinations normally. It would probably take a lot to shock her.
The possibility of an orgasm crept into my mind for a moment, and I wondered how she would react if I just let myself go to the feeling and came, shuddering around her hand right then. But I pushed the thought from my head, writing it off as far too humiliating, and allowed her to continue to probe me, gently working her fingers in and out of me. It had stopped feeling like a medical examination some time ago, and when I lifted my head to look at her, her expression seemed tense and serious, far from the soft, soothing woman who’d taken me out of the waiting room less than half an hour ago. I wondered if she was feeling the same way I was- needy, desperate, full of desire and longing.
As it was, I never got to find out, as she quickly withdrew her hands from my body and seemed to compose herself again. I felt myself teetering, my body grasping for some kind of release.
“Well, everything looks fine down there, Andy. I’ll leave you to get dressed.” She muttered, hurrying out of the room as if she needed to remove herself from the situation. The tension between us was shattered, but my body was still crying out for relief.
Waiting till I heard the door click shut behind her, I hurriedly brought my hand down to my now-aching pussy, caressing my clit in circles and letting out a long gasp as I felt the orgasm begin to rise within me. After all that tension, after all that waiting and wondering, I couldn’t believe that the first woman I got past first base with was a nurse who had shoved her latex-clad fingers up my pussy. Just thinking about it in those terms was enough, and it wasn’t long until I felt my entire body seize up, my legs still lifted high in the stirrups, as an orgasm tore through me and left me panting on the examination table.
By the time I was dressed and ready to go, I couldn’t help wondering if Rachel had noticed the flush on my cheeks or the telltale catch in the back of my throat that gave away the fact that I’d been unbelievably turned on by her actions. Part of me, mortified at the very thought, prayed she didn’t, but another side of me hoped she did- and hoped she knew how much I liked it.
Chapter Three
As I walked back into my apartment, I let out a breath that I felt as if I’d been holding for hours. I couldn’t believe what had happened that day. I’d started out that day a casually bi-curious, recently dumped woman who’d never so much as touched a girl’s boobs before (well, other than my own), and yet here I was still glowing from an orgasm that had been basically encouraged by my health practitioner.
I knew I should feel taken advantage of- I should feel horrified and worried and should maybe be considering reporting her if I thought she had acted inappropriately- but the only thing on my mind was when and how I could get her to do it again. After all, I could just go back in there complaining of various ailments that required her to give me a gyno examination, couldn’t I? Though did I really want her to know me as that girl who was always having problems down below? Maybe I could just call her up and ask her out?
I shook that thought from my head- yeah, trying to date my gyno nurse was probably not such a good idea. The thought of her turning me down, then having to get examinations from her in the future while she had to dwell on the fact that I was attracted to her was mortifying. Maybe it was just one of those experiences that I could chalk up to experience and brush off entirely.
I went about the rest of my week with a smile on my face, my little secret playing at the back of my mind the whole time. I didn’t tell anyone about my orgasm in the doctor’s office, but I didn’t need to- when I went to lunch with my friend Thea later that week, she couldn’t help but notice my all-new glow.
“What is it? New facialist? She demanded, examining me closely. “New face cream? New workout? Juice cleanse? Come on, spill.”
Taking a sip of my tea, I just grinned mysteriously. It had been a long time since I’d had a secret like this, one that I wanted to keep all to myself- usually I was the kind of chronic oversharer who couldn’t keep so much as the weather forecast to herself, but this felt like something special and private. Besides, what the hell was I meant to tell her? That my nurse gave me a vaginal exam and I got so turned on that I had to freak with myself as soon as she was out of the room? Even Thea, who was about as open-minded as they come, would think that was a little too far, and she’d probably be right.
It felt really good to have my sexual mojo back, in all honesty. Something about having my first really memorable orgasm since Frank and I had got together seemed to break me out of a funk I’d been sitting in since I’d discovered the break-up, and it would tide me over till I got my results back.
It was a couple of weeks until I heard from the doctor’s again, and I had presumed they were just going to ring me up and give me the all clear or the no-go regarding my sexual health, but I was wrong. My cell buzzed when I was working, typing up an article about a recent proposition passed in the city. Seeing the number for the clinic, I picked it up immediately and held it to my ear.
“Hello?”
“Hello, Andy Johnson?”
“Speaking.”
“It’s Dr. Black here, you had an examination with my nurse earlier this month?” I heard a familiar man’s voice across the slightly crackly line.
“I did.”
“We’ve got the results back now; everything looks good, but we’d like you to come in so we can discuss them a little further if that’s okay with you?”
I was taken aback. “Sure thing, Doctor. When works for you?”
We scheduled an appointment for the next day, and I snapped my phone shut and stared off into space for a moment. If everything looked okay, then why the hell did they want me to come in to discuss stuff with them? It didn’t make any sense. Pushing the thought out of my head, I turned myself back to my work, focusing on getting everything finished in time for my appointment tomorrow morning.
I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t some part of me that was looking forward to seeing Doctor Black. He’d been my physician since I first moved to the city, four years ago, straight out of college, and he’d always been great to me- kind, understanding, but professional. And it seriously helped that he was the kind of older man I always lusted after. He was tall and strapping, with the kind of figure that most men his age could only dream off, with a head of dark hair that was just starting to get flecked with grey, and piercing blue eyes.
I had never noticed a wedding ring on his finger before, and I sometimes wondered what it might be like to hook up with a handsome, experienced older man like him. After my experience down at his practice with Rachel, a small shiver worked its way up my spine at the thought of him doing the same thing to me. I shook the thought out of me head again. What was I, getting some kind of medical fetish? Was I going to start hanging out outside of hospitals like some kind of doctor-patient sex pest? It was a weird one-time thing, the kind of stuff that elaborated Penthouse letters are built on. It was a cute memory to hold on to next time I was dating someone, and nothing more. And it wasn’t even like Dr. Black would know anything about it, would he? Unless he made Rachel report all the orgasms she basically induced his patients to have...
I played the scenario in my head: so, Doctor, while you were out of town, you had three drop-ins, a couple of cases of strep throat, and, owe, that curvy girl who came in for an STI check made herself into a quivering, orgasm-laden wreck on your examination table. I snorted at the absurdity of it all. I needed to rein in my imagination, and remember that these people were just professionals doing a professional job, not a bunch of fantasy porn stars created to act out my wildest fantasies.
So when it came time for me to head down to the doctor’s office the next day, I had firmly removed any concept of what might or might not happen from my head. I was going in to pick up my STI results. End. Of. Story. I was sitting in the waiting room, my gaze drifting once again to the pretty receptionist, when my phone started buzzing. I grabbed it from my faux-crocodile handbag and accepted the call. I didn’t recognize the number.
“Hello?”
Hey, Andy, it’s me,” a familiar voice came down the line. I rolled my eyes so hard I was surprised they didn’t fall out of my head. Frank. I’d deleted his number from my phone a few weeks ago, but I guess I’d forgotten to block it.
“You have thirty seconds to say what you want before I hang up. I’m at the doctor’s, I don’t have time for your crap just now.” A little old lady- a different one from the first time- glanced up at me disapprovingly when I said “crap”. Seriously? How much milder could I get?
“I just wanted to arrange a time for me to pick up the rest of my stuff. I’m moving in with Melanie.” His voice teemed with pride, and my heart dropped to my stomach.
“You’re moving in with her? I thought you guys broke up?”
“We did, but we got back together and decided that we just had to be together properly, so we’re moving in!”
“How great for you,” I intoned, deadpan. “Do you seriously expect me to be happy about this?”
“Why, does it make you mad?” His voice was suddenly enthusiastic, as if the thought of me hysterically upset over our break-up delighted him.
“It doesn’t make me anything, you twat. You can come round tonight to pick everything up. I’ll talk to you later.” I went to hang up the phone, but his voice cam wheedling down the line once again.
“What are you at the doctor’s for?”
“Getting an STI check.”
“Why? Should I get myself checked out?” he asked, his voice suddenly full of panic.
“I’m getting an STI check because you cheated on me and I want to make sure that you didn’t give me anything, you moron,” I snarled back, snapping my phone shut and cutting him off. The little old lady gave me an approving nod from across the room. No matter what your age, all women could get behind laying the smackdown on a cheating asshole. I was breathing harder, furious.
It wasn’t that I’d wanted him to move in with me- quite the opposite, actually- but the fact that he was so willing to jump feet-first into a relationship with this woman when he’d been so much warier about even being seen out and about with me seriously got under my skin. I knew it was ridiculous, because it wasn’t as if I particularly wanted him either, but I knew it had to do with my weight. He was attracted to larger women, but he didn’t feel as if he could actually be seen out with them. As a sort-of conventionally good-looking man himself, it was no wonder he felt such horror at the thought of getting seen with a properly curvy woman like me. What would people think? That his personality stunk so bad he couldn’t get anything better?
It wasn’t that I assumed that I had to be better than the Melanie chick he was currently banging, but it got my grate that he thought it was okay to keep our relationship on the down-low because I didn’t fit the mould for the type of woman he thought he should be seen with. That was some bullshit right there. I was smart, funny, and confident, and if he didn’t want me then I would have no trouble finding someone who did.
Of course, there was a twinge of sadness buried in there too. Even if I didn’t want to be at that stage with Frank (God forbid) or anyone like him, I would have really liked to be in a relationship that made me sound the same kind of blissfully giddy that Frank had. It didn’t seem fair that Frank had been so quick to cheat on me, chuck me, and move on without looking back while I had to hold back on dating because of my STI situation. Just because I wanted to be responsible and make sure I didn’t infect anyone with whatever crap he might have given me, it didn’t mean that I didn’t want someone to snuggle up with at night, to hug me while I was falling asleep.
I think, in retrospect, more than anything, that moment was one of my mojo’s lowest points. Despite the experience I’d had in this very building earlier this month, I had still been cheated on and made to feel unwanted by someone I’d at least had a modicum of feelings for. Sure, Frank might not have been the undying love of my life or whatever, but he was there, and he was constant, and it felt good to have him around. With no-one on my dating horizon, it sucked to know that Frank had acted like such a class-A dick but was still getting what he wanted out of life while I was stuck ogling receptionists and exchanging meaningful glances with elderly women in waiting rooms.
I felt a tap on my arm, and turned around to see someone sitting a couple of seats over from me. He was tall, much taller than me, with broad shoulders than tapered down into a slim waist. But what I noticed first was his shy smile- a smile that was directed straight at me.
“I’m sorry to hear you were cheated on. It sucks.” He said, pulling a face at me to express his sympathy.
“Sure does,” I nodded.
“I got cheated on recently too. I’m in the same position you are; getting my STI checks before I can date again.” I couldn’t help but notice the stubble on his jaw, and had to fight the urge to reach out and run my fingers all along it. He shrugged, smiling at me broadly.
“The worst part is not being able to date, while I know that he’s running about with this woman he was cheating on me with.” I blurted out before I had a chance to work out if I really wanted to spill my guts to a stranger like this.
“Yeah, I’m looking forward to getting back to dating too,” he nodded, looking a little wistful. And then his eyes darted to me, and I could practically read his mind as his brain ticked over for a moment. I said it before he could.
“You want to go out on a
date when all of this is done?” I asked. “Once we both know we’re clean? Just so we can get back in the game.” I cocked my head, eager to hear his response.
He raised an eyebrow at me. “I don’t see why not.” Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his phone and handed it to me. “Stick your number in here, maybe we can get together at some point soon?”
I took his phone and quickly tapped my number into the screen, aware that he still hadn’t taken his eyes off me. Then I handed it back to him, extending my hand towards him as I did so.
“Andy, by the way.”
“Paul,” he replied, placing his hand in mine and squeezing lightly. I felt a flutter in my stomach- maybe things were looking up?
I was snapped from my hot-guy trance by the sound of my name being called by a familiar male voice.
“Andrea Johnson?”
I looked up, and nodded at Dr. Black.
Chapter Four
Casting one last flirtatious look over my shoulder at Paul, I followed Dr. Black out of the room and allowed him to lead me down the corridor, back into the examination room that had held so much allure for me a few weeks ago.
I sat down in the chair opposite his, and he turned to me with a serious expression on his face. My heart dropped. Oh, no. Did he have bad news? He’d said everything was okay when I’d talked to him on the phone.
“Andy, we’ve got your test results back…” he said, rustling in his desk drawer as he spoke. “And you’re clear for everything. Rachel filled me in on your situation, and I’m pleased to say that, while you’re cheating boyfriend might well have come down with something, you are most certainly disease-free.”
I let out a sigh of relief. “Thanks. You had me worried there!” I paused, wondering if it was alright for me to ask this question, and then carried on. “Can I ask why you called me in here today? I’d have been quite happy to just receive these results over the phone.”
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