Page 1 of Will See You Now
One
Harper
Withmyundiestuckedunder my folded jeans, safe away from the prying eyes of the doctor, I hopped onto the examination table and shuffled into position. The only thing protecting my modesty was the thin paper gown that wouldn’t sit flat and kept scrunching under my butt.
After talking all my stats, the nurse told me that Dr. Sterling would be just a few minutes, and while I knew he saw dozens of vaginas every day, nerves still fluttered in my belly. Nothing like spreading your legs for a stranger to have a rummage. But it was a requirement for the trip I had coming up, one I needed a clean bill of health for, where there were no medical facilities and my professor had insisted we get a full checkup before embarking.
Otherwise, I avoided visiting the doctor, especially a gynecologist. Something about them, the gloves, the quiet as their fingers slide inside, the pressure as they roamed and explored… yeah, I had a bit of a thing for doctors. Ever since I was fourteen and a handsome doctor had winked at me while fitting a cast for the leg I’d broken trampolining; something had ignited in me.
Clearing my throat, I debated reaching for my phone to check how long it had been, but then the door creaked open and in stepped the most handsome man I’d ever seen.
This would not help my plight.
He appeared at least fifteen years older than me, with a little grey sprinkled around his temples. The rest of his hair was a dark brown, flopping over gorgeous bright blue eyes that studied me with practiced apathy. His full mouth turned up into a polite smile and moisture gushed between my legs. Shit.
“Good afternoon, Miss…” He checked his chart. “Walton.” He stepped further into the room, continuing to read my chart as he sank into his wheeled chair. Christ, even his voice made my insides clench. This was not going to go well. Panic warred with the horniness building in my gut.
“H-hi, doctor,” I responded, not flustered in the slightest, no, not at all. That white coat did absolutely nothing for me. I was bone dry. Shriveled up, if anything. Definitely no gush of fluid when he adjusted the collar…
We exchanged pleasantries while I tried not to moan or whimper or run for my life before I embarrassed myself in front of this handsome, distinguished doctor. My mind wandered, fighting to stay in the moment, then he stood, and with gentle practiced hands, lifted my feet into the stirrups, spreading me wide for him.
Our eyes locked, gaze slamming together, and I could have sworn a tension bubbled between us. But I knew I had to be conjuring it up, even though it seemed so damn real, I knew my imagination could get away from me. If my porn search bar history was anything to go by, this situation was only sexual for me. For him, another day at work. Another vagina to prod around in.
“I’m going to cover some questions with you before we move onto the exam. Is that okay?” he asked, his voice almost bland, moving through the motions. I stared at him, hoping to detect, well, anything, but he remained unaffected. Of course, he was unaffected. I was a lunatic.
“Cool, yes,” I blustered, both wanting to slam my knees shut and open them wider — why he’d already put me in stirrups eluded me, but he didn’t seem fazed.
“Sexually active?” he asked.
“Mm hmm.”
“Happy on your birth control — that’s something we can discuss if you’d like…”
“No,” I blurted. “It’s fine. The pill is fine. No issues.”
He nodded, writing something down. “Periods heavy or a bother at all?”
“Nope.”
He ran through a few more questions; do I have cramping? Itching? Pain after/during sex? I answered everything with a lump in my throat, and when his elbow nudged the outside of my thigh, a dribble of moisture pooled between my ass cheeks. God, I was about to be humiliated, but I stayed pinned in position, unable to stop it from happening.
I’d already gotten myself off twice to get through this appointment, knowing I’d be a mess if the doctor looked in any way attractive, but it had been a useless endeavor. Here I laid, dripping onto the examination table because he wastalkingto me. My fight or flight told me I needed to run, but I did no such thing, remaining stuck.
Dr. Sterling moved from my side to between my legs again, tugging the chair beneath him and lowering the paper gown down to my stomach, leaving me fully exposed to him.
And he froze.
I’d anticipated the cold lubricating gel or the snap of a glove, something to tell me he was busy working, but it didn’t come. After a solid thirty seconds, I leaned up on my elbows to see what was happening.
And he was just staring, watching my glistening lips with a slight furrow in his brow, like I’d stupefied him.
“Uh, doctor?” I murmured, my toes curling at his proximity to my pussy, half tempted to grab his head and shove him face first into me. He looked dazed.
I was about to call him again when he snapped back to reality, his eyes popping up to meet mine. They widened a fraction; he blinked a few times before shaking his head and busying himself with the gloves.
“The, uh, the gel may feel cold. I’m going to use my fingers first, then I’ll go in with the speculum to check your cervix. Is that okay?” His voice sounded professional, but I’m sure it had grown a little thicker in the last thirty seconds.
“Yeah, fine,” I replied, but I felt like I was floating in the imaginary tension I’d created in my head.
