Page 29 of Confessions of a Virgin on a Dating App
Jane had me lie down on the table, and she left the room while I stripped off my underwear and hiked up the skirt of my dress. My legs trembled as they lay exposed on the table, covered by a flimsy paper sheet. The therapist wasn’t even in the room, and my thighs were already clenched like steel.
Yup.I groaned, laying my head back on the table.This is definitely going to take months.
Jane returned, sitting on a stool next to me and steadying my shaking legs with her gloved hands. Just as she’d promised, she didn’t insert anything into my vagina. Instead, she felt around the outside of my vulva and inner thighs, working on desensitization therapy for my incredibly tense muscles. Over the years, fear and anxiety had compounded my condition to the point where I was afraid of not just penetration, but ofanytouching below the belt.
“You did good today,” Jane remarked half an hour later, as she finished the last of her examinations. As shestood up, I could finally breathe again, and my thigh muscles ached as if I’d just run a marathon.
“This really is going to take months, isn’t it?” I sighed.
She nodded. “It’s the same for any form of physical therapy, not just pelvic. But if you keep working at it, I promise you’ll see results. Now, I’ll leave the room and let you put your underwear back on. But remember,” she said as she opened the door with a loud click, “I want you to see the gynecologist before our next session, okay?”
I smiled and nodded, pretending that nausea wasn’t rising up the back of my throat.
I got dressed, paid my co-pay at the front desk, and left the physical therapy office with mixed emotions and very sore legs. As I sat in the driver’s seat of my car, I could still feel the therapist’s fingers pressing against the strained muscles of my pelvis.
The visit wasn’t what I had expected. I knew I wouldn’t be cured in one visit, but I’d hoped she’d be able to do more for me than just poke around the outside of my vagina. It certainly wasn’t enough to prepare for my weekend with Tristan.
You’ll be more relaxed when you’re aroused,I reassured myself, although I doubted that statement.Besides, those exercises were still helpful. At least now I can be touched down there without panicking.
Even if there wasn’t a miracle cure for my condition, I was still satisfied with my visit to the physical therapist. Just being able to come to terms with my condition and seek out help was a relief. It made my sexual issues feel less like a hidden, shameful secret.
But the bad news was that the appointment made me late for TCG Night. Everyone was already paired up and several turns into their games once I arrived.
“Sorry about that.” Devin frowned sympathetically as he stood behind the counter, sortingC&Ccards with one hand and typing into his keyboard with another. “Work run late?”
“Doctor’s appointment,” I explained. “It’s no big deal. I’ll just wait around for the next game.”
Devin stopped typing and locked eyes with me. I had never noticed what a vibrant color they were—deep blue-green with flecks of brown near his irises. He wore black studs in his snake-bite piercings that night, their deep color matching the shaggy hair that fell above his eyelas—
Stop it.I hissed at myself.Why are you gawking at him?
“Here.” He reached under the counter and pulled out a small rectangular case the size of a shoebox. “I’ll play with you.”
“N-No, it’s okay,” I stuttered, feeling awkward. “I know you’re busy, and—”
“Oh no, you’re pulling me away from my thrilling night of cataloging thousands of trading cards,” Devin droned in a sarcastic tone. “The horror.”
I scowled. “Fine. We’ll play a game.”
Devin grinned, and I noticed his teeth were remarkably white, if a bit crooked. He tucked the case under his arm and hopped over to one of the empty tables, pulling out a chair for me.
I struggled not to roll my eyes as I took a seat.
Devin unzipped the case, revealing half a dozen individually boxedC&Cdecks. I noticed they were all labeled, and I raised an eyebrow as he plucked a deck labeledVampiresfrom the middle of the case.
“Let me guess.” I propped my elbows on the table. “It’s a blood counter deck?”
“Nope.” Devin removed the cards from the box and flung one of them at me like a frisbee. I picked it up and studied the artwork.
“Lifestealer?”
“Yup.”
“Bold move. Not many people playlifestealervampire decks.”
Devin shrugged. “Draining people’s life total is fun.”
“Youwouldplay vampires.”
