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  Treatment

  D. R. Cockridge

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  Nervous energy is making her body shiver as she looks around the comfortable waiting room to Dr. Martins office. The walls are painted a soothing, soft green color, and the thick carpet under Vanessa's shoes is uncommonly plush for such a busy area. The eight chairs are green and comfortable, and there is a TV in the corner, playing a rerun of Will & Grace. There is no one else here this late in the evening.

  "I'm probably his last patient," Vanessa thinks to herself. But that's fine; she is glad she was able to get an appointment with him at all. His waiting list is weeks long, and she was lucky someone else canceled right before she called to schedule her appointment. He is excellent, her new co-workers told her, they all practically drooled hearing his name. Vanessa isn't sure how she feels about a gynecologist that has seen most of her coworkers privates, but he is good that is all that matters. She is about to run out of her birth control and hadn't had time to establish a new doctor in this new city she just moved too. Not that she has made good use out of it so far, but she feels she needs to be prepared for when the time comes.

  Vanessa glances at her phone, she had already been waiting for thirty minutes. As it is the end of the day that is to be expected, she thinks and considers it to be a good sign. At least he is taking his time with his patients and not just rushing from one to the next.

  Finally, an older nurse walks in with a clipboard, “Vanessa Powers. Please come with me.” She smiles encouragingly, and Vanessa answers the smile albeit a little more nervous and not near as self-assured as the nurses. She follows the nurse, envying her slim, fit figure. Especially for her advanced age, the nurse is lovely, even someone like Vanessa that isn't interested in women notices that. The nurse's brown hair is cut in a perfect bob, making the older woman appear younger and even more modern.

  The nurse stops at a small nook in the middle of the hallway, “Please step on the scale and then have a seat so I can measure your blood pressure.” she explains kindly. Vanessa obeys, and this part of the visit is over quickly and painlessly.

  Vanessa follows her through the door of one of the exam rooms. Her heartbeat is racing as she sees the examination chair, humiliation rushes through her at the thought of what to expect. Hopefully, Dr. Martin is as good and quick as everyone said, Vanessa reflects.

  The nurse pulls up the computer, “You are 25, and the reason for your visit is to have your birth control prescription renewed?” the nurse asks, staring at the screen.

  Vanessa is sitting on the chair in the corner, her voice is tight as she answers, “Yes.”

  The nurse looks at her for a second under her eyelashes, then continues, “Since you are a new patient, the doctor will have to examine you. Please undress. Have a seat.” she pats the crinkly paper on the examination chair, “You can cover yourself with the sheet while you wait.” she points at a pink, large piece of paper like material that is waiting for Vanessa on the exam chair.

  Vanessa sucks in a sharp breath, she had expected that he wouldn't just write her a prescription, but she had hoped. Nodinger her head she lets the nurse know that she understands her instructions.

  The older women push the computer screen against the wall before she walks to the door. Doorknob in hand she turns with an encouraging smile, “Dr. Martin will be in shortly. You have nothing to worry about he an excellent doctor.”

  Vanessa nods again, with a thin voice she answers, “Thank you.” Swallowing around the knot forming in her throat, she attempts a smile in the nurse's direction but knows that she failed horribly when the woman looks at her with her eyebrows drawn up into her flawless forehead.

  Alone, Vanessa hurries to take her clothes off and climbs on the table. She unfolds the paper and slips under the large sheet that is gratefully covering most of her, only her head and feet are showing. Vanessa is still apprehensive, but she'd rather be naked under the sheet then be caught in a half-undressed state by the nurse or the doctor.

  Vanessa is looking at the pictures of female anatomy on the walls, the smell of alcohol slightly burning in her nose. The large window, near the chair she had been sitting on, lets in a large amount of light, so the halogen lights over her are not turned on as of yet. She leans back, closes her eyes and waits, her body growing more tingly and nervous as the time goes on.

  After a few minutes, there is a gentle knock on the door. Before Vanessa can collect herself enough to answer the door opens slowly, and a handsome man peeks in, “It's just me. Are you ready Vanessa?” he asks with a burning liquid voice that is setting her insides on fire.

  Finally, Vanessa can get a few words out through her tense jaw, “I'm ready.”

  “Good.” he greets her with a charming smile as he walks in the small room. Just him, no nurse? Almost like he could read her thoughts, he inquires “Would you like me to call the nurse to chaperone?”

  Two people looking at my vagina? Yea one is definitely better. “No this is fine.” Vanessa presses out through tight lips.

  “You seem tense. Is everything ok? There is really no reason to be concerned.” he assures her, holding up his hands in a reassuring gesture.

  “I know, It's...am...there are just a lot of new things in my life. And I'm not sure how much more of it I can handle,” she admits to him, attempting a tight smile.

  “I understand. Let me assure you, I'll do my best to make this quick and easy for you.” Dr. Martin's smile grows naughty, “Unless you'd rather I take my time.”

  Vanessa's eyes grow wide, not sure what to think or say she just remains silent, her heart hammering in her chest. He is standing near her, and she can see the doctor better now. He looks to be in his early thirties, lean and muscular. His brown hair is cut short, and his brown eyes are studying her intently.

  “Ok, well let us get this started,” he says as he takes the edge of the sheet and pulls it off Vanessa's naked body.

  Vanessa watches the sheet glide too the floor, almost panicking she is laying naked in front of the doctor. The room is a little too cold to be naked, and her nipples stiffen in the fresh air.

  The doctor is looking her up and down, as he smiles at her kindly, “Very nice. You must be working out.” he asks as he pulls on a pair of rubber gloves and settles himself on a small wheeled chair by Vanessa's feet.

  It takes her a second to make her brain work long enough to answer, “I go to the gym 5 days a week, and eat barely anything, and as you can see I'm still chubby.”

  He looks at her, “I don't know who told you that you're chubby, to use your word. But they are wrong, looking at your height and weight you are in the perfect range. Exactly where you should be.” he takes her barefoot and places it in the stirrup he pulled out from under the table, caressing the sole of her foot for a second. Fire is flooding from her foot up Vanessa's body. The doctor continues, “Don't believe those idiots that think a woman has to be thin with narrow hips to be beautiful. Me personally I prefer round hips and larger breasts like yours.” He picks up Vanessa's other foot, this time he massages it for a few more seconds before he places it into the stirrup. Her skin is tingling, his words and his hands on her skin make her mouth dry. She wiggles in her place, embarrassed and turned on.

  He gets up to walk to her side, “Let's check your breasts first.” His hand's hold and massage first one breast then the other. Slowly pressing, working in circles from the outside in, spiraling inward to her areola, he pinches her stiff nipples so
ftly. Vanessa closes her eyes at the intimate touch, she has to bight her lower lip to keep herself from moaning. “There all done. Everything is all right,” he says, waking Vanessa from her hazy sensual state. He struts around the chair and sits back down between her legs.

  His hands on her hips, he instructs with a quiet voice, “Please slide a little closer to the edge for me.” his gently hands guide her into position. “There is going to be a little pressure, just relax for me,” he instructs, his demeanor turning more business-like.

  Vanessa takes a deep breath and does her best to ignore her body and mind and just calm down and relax. She knows from experience that being tight will only make it worse. Two gloved fingers slide inside of her. “You are quite wet,” he remarks. Vanessa can't tell if it's just a comment or if he is amused about her being turned on. He pulls back his eyebrows wrinkled. The doctor's hands pull aside her labia as he leans lower to get a closer look. He sits up and looks at her, “Your hymen is still mostly intact?” surprise is written all over his face.

  A single tear runs down Vanessa's face, “My last boyfriend left as soon as he found out that I have no experience in bed. He didn't want to deal with having to take it slow and all that.” she sniffs, “I'm no good to anyone like this. I've thought about just finding a random stranger at a club. Just to get it taken care off, you know. But that didn't seem safe.”

  “Men are so stupid sometimes,” he grumbles under his breath, just loud enough for Vanessa to hear. His gaze is running up her thighs, over her breasts, to her scrunched up upset face. His hands find her feet again as he massages them with a strong grip. Her skin is heating, Vanessa is sure he can see her vagina getting wetter. His expression is serious with a sparkle in his eyes. “I could help you with your dilemma if you would like.”

  She puffs out her cheeks, “I know you can cut it and make it go away. But that would still leave me a virgin in a sense. Still inexperienced, you know?” She doesn't know why she is so open with him, but she feels safe, wanted and attractive as a woman.

  “That's not

  what I was talking about. I can help with you gaining some experience in a safe, professional environment,” Dr. Martin explains with hooded eyes licking his lips as his gaze glides over her exposed body once more.

  Her breath is coming in quickly, did she hear this correctly, he is offering to have sex with her? To teach her about being with a man. She is chewing on her lower lip.

  Dr. Martin is standing up from the chair. “Why don't I go talk to the nurse to make sure your paperwork is in order and tell her to leave for the day. When I come back, and you're dressed, I'll walk you out. If your still undressed like you are now.” his gaze runs over her bare body once more. “Well proceed with gaining some experience.” he winks at her. “No pressure your choice,” he assures her as he pulls off the rubber gloves and walks to the door and slips out quietly.

  Vanessa almost wishes he hadn't gone, his charm and tender caresses have her wanting more, and his absence is bringing the utter lunacy of his offer to her mind. Deep down in her soul, a voice asks, “Why is it so crazy? You find him handsome? This would be the safest place possible. He is obviously attracted to you as well. Your 25, don't you think it's going to get only harder from here to find a man that is willing to deal with your inexperience?”

  The voice is right, this is precisely the situation Vanessa had wished for, maybe a little less sterile. But the man is just about as perfect as she could have imagined. She nods to herself, as she melts against the examination table crossing her arms over her chest in determination. Her skin tingles with embarrassment and anticipation, a few drops of her juice run over her skin between her tights.

  Dr. Martin knocks on the door and peeks in a few minutes later, his face lights up when he sees that Vanessa has decided to stay. He cracks the door and steps in, his white coat has disappeared somewhere on the way, and he is wearing a gray button down and black slacks. The shirt is making him look even more athletic and attractive. “Hey, I'm glad you stayed.” he smiles one finger is tracing a line on the inside of her thigh from her knee to her privates. Vanessa shivers at the sensation. “We have the whole place to ourselves.” he massages her thigh where it meets her butt. “By the way my name is Jeremy. But you can call me Dr. Martin if you prefer.” his eyes twinkle.

  Vanessa's throat is dry, she has to ask, even though she is not sure if she wants to know the answer, “How often do you do this special treatment sort of thing?” her voice is low, and she can barely look at him.

  “Not often. I'm picky.” the doctor sucks his lower lip in and chews on it as he watches his hand trace up and down Vanessa's thigh. “Any more questions?”

  Vanessa's mind is racing, she wants to ask a million questions just to keep him from proceeding. But his experience and knowledge are why she decided to remain, so she uncrosses her hands from her chest, resting her clenched fists next to her on the examination table.

  The pad of his thumb pushes into her vagina, shallow, putting pressure on her opening. Vanessa shudders as a low moan works its way up her throat. "He is barely touching me, and my body is all ready for more," she thinks to herself, "This is definitely the right guy for the job.”

  Encouraged by her reaction, Dr. Martin takes a seat on his wheeled chair and pulls himself closer to Vanessa's private area. He is watching his thumb as it pushes in and out of her slowly. Putting pressure on her soft opening, he lowers his head touching his tongue to her clit. Vanessa almost jumps off the table at the sensation. “Have you never masturbated before?” he inquires, his voice vibrating against her flesh.

  “I have.” she chirps, her face heating, “But it never felt like that,” she admits flustered.

  He smiles for a second before he touches her again with his tongue, soft circles playing over her clit. Vanessa moans again, she has to fight her body to hold still. He is working the perfect spot. She doesn't want to ruin it by moving.

  Lifting his head, “I like how responsive you are.” he praises as he presses his thumb inside her. Vanessa's hips shift to meet him as she sights with bliss. She doesn't care anymore what he thinks or says, if he can make her feel like this, she'll let him do to her whatever he wants.

  His tongue is playing over her clit again, soft circles, Vanessa is pushing her hips against him. Her abdomen is tightening. She knows an orgasm is about to roll through her.

  Dr. Martin lets one finger slide lower, allowing it to play around her sphincter. Vanessa stiffens for a moment but yields at the pleasurable sensation. His finger plays around her backdoor, working around and around, his pressure increasing as he goes.

  She moans, there is so much pressure, her body is on fire, needing more, wanting it all. Dr. Martin presses his finger inside her, inserting it to the knuckle the rest of his hand pushing against her and Vanessa explodes. Her body is thrashing on the table as her hips rock against his mouth and hands. Loud cry's ring through the small room as waves of pleasure continue to wash over her.

  Dr. Martin is continuing his treatment until her movements still, then he retreats looking at the now relaxed young woman before him.

  As Vanessa opens her eyes her gaze, her eyes feasting on his body, the bulge in his slacks is noticeable to her. He begins to undress, the taut muscles of his arms and chest becoming visible. Her eyes wander over his firm abs. Swallowing hard when he slides off his pants and boxers, revealing a massive, hard erection. “You like what you see?” he asks with a mischievous smile on his gorgeous face.

  She nods, unable to say anything. This is definitely the perfect guy to take care of her problem. Handsome, kind and obviously experienced. She is still shivering from her orgasm when he approaches her. Standing between her thighs, “There might be some discomfort.” he informs her, as he is staring at her dripping, swollen vagina.

  Vanessa nods and bits her lip. He glances up at her and smiles handsomely again. “Relax. No reason to be worried about this. I'll take care of it.” he assures her, the tip of his p
enis pressing against her welcoming opening.

  Vanessa is holding her breath, excitement and worry rush over her. This is it. It's going to happen now.

  “Breath,” he instructs as his erection is pressing against the membrane that marks her as a virgin.

  Following his instruction, Vanessa sucks in a sharp breath. At the same time, Dr. Martin pushes forward. There is an intense flash of pain. Vanessa yelps.

  Dr. Martin slides in and out of her, soothing the soreness with his movement. “You did well. The hard part is all done. Now we can have some fun.” he grins at Vanessa, as he slides his enormous cock into her, stretching her virgin vagina around him.

  The sting only lasted a moment. “Oh, God. He is good,” Vanessa thinks, as he slowly begins to work in and out of her. The pleasurable tension in her abdomen is building once more.

  He is taking her legs out of the stirrups, pressing her knees tighter against her chest, sliding into her just a little deeper. His reward is a throaty moan from Vanessa; She pushes her hips against him, welcoming him, sucking every inch of him inside her.