Page 4 of Yes, Doctor
He snapped on latex-free gloves and pulled up a stool, switching on the light and sitting face to face with her most intimate parts.He stroked her sex with his gloved thumb.“Pretty,” he observed.
She didn’t know what made a vagina attractive, but then, he had seen a million of them, so if anyone was qualified judge, it would be him.He peeled her labia back to expose her even further.The light warmed her bottom, and her pussy grew even more moist in response.
“Good color,” he reported, as if she were taking notes on a chart.He stood up and rubbed two fingers across her opening.“Adequate lubrication.Are you on the pill, Miss Jones?”
“Um, yes.”
“Which one?”
She told him, trying not to shudder with pleasure as he continued to casually stroke along her slit.
“Any trouble with dryness during sex?”
She rolled her eyes.She literally hadn’t had sex in at least a year—finding the post-college dating pool too limited.
“Is that a yes?”
“I can’t really remember,” she said drily.
He stopped stroking and fixed her with a stern glare.“What does that mean, Miss Jones?”
“It means I haven’t done it in a long time,” she mumbled.
“Ah.I see,” he said, relaxing and resuming a slow caress.
“What did you think it meant?”
“I was afraid you were going to tell me you were too drunk or something like that.”
“Oh,” she giggled.“No.I do go out to bars, but I haven’t picked anyone up in ages.”
“Why are you on the pill?”
“Just in case.”
He pursed his lips.“I’m not sure I approve, Chloe,” he said, dropping the “Miss Jones.”She wondered if he was giving her real medical advice.“It’s not to regulate a heavy flow or painful cramps?”
She shook her head.
“Well, your liver has to process those hormones.Studies have not proven any negative long-term effects, but taking a prescription drug ‘just in case’ doesn’t make a lot of sense to me.”
“Well you’re not female,” she shot back.
He ignored her retort, applying a dollop of lubricant to his gloved finger and rubbing it over her opening.“This may be a little cold,” he said in his usual efficient doctor tone.
The insertion of a stainless steel speculum made her gasp, and she had to will herself to relax, just like at any gynecological appointment.A moment of panic had her mind scrambling over the situation.What in the hell was she doing here?Had she really volunteered for a pelvic exam?Because pap smears were normally about as fun as having a tooth pulled, in her book.
“Does ‘just in case’ mean so you have the flexibility to hook up with any random person without planning to have sex?”
She lifted her head and glared at him.“Are doctors supposed to judge their patients’ sexual activities?”
His lips twisted into a sexy grin, melting her irritation.“I’m not judging,” he said, sitting on the stool again and spreading the speculum.“I’m just wondering if you’ve done this before.”
She bit back a groan.
“Had an exam from a doctor I find attractive before?No, I definitely would’ve remembered.And actually, as a rule, I only see female gynecologists.”She lifted her head and tumbled into his amused gaze, the panty-melting smile on his lips.
“Have you done this before?”she managed to ask in little more than a whisper.
