Chapter 6 - Clay
I take my stethoscope and move it towards her, trying to ignore the twinge of my cock as the blood rushes to it. I can feel it hardening against my pants, and I hope that she hasn’t been able to tell. I know she saw me watching her when she opened her mouth. I’d love to examine that mouth again.
She jumps a bit when the stethoscope touches her skin. It’s always cold against bare skin. I’m standing by the examination table, looking down at this beautiful woman sitting in front of me. I have a perfect view of her breasts from where I’m standing, with the stethoscope just at the very top of them. I’m careful not to touch her bare skin, or to make any moves that might be considered unprofessional. That look earlier before the tongue depressor was toeing the line.
“Now take a deep breath for me,” I say.
She breathes deep, and I move the stethoscope to the other side. Her heart is beating fast, she must be nervous. I don’t blame her. My own heart is beating hard as I move a bit closer to her.
I place the stethoscope on her skin again and see how the top of her breast depresses from the weight of the instrument. Her skin looks soft, and her breasts look even softer. I want to touch her skin, but I won’t. I can’t.
I move the stethoscope to her back and slide it down between her tank top and her skin. If only I could slide my hands against her skin and pull this shirt off her. I’d love to get a good look at her body, lie her down and let my hands loose all over her.
She sits up a bit straighter, and I can still hear how fast her heart is beating. I can smell her from here, she smells fruity and sweet. A little bit like roses. I want to inhale deeply and fill my nose with her scent but I resist.
I’m at work. This is my job, my dream.
I can’t let one pretty blonde girl mess anything up for me. I step away from the examination table and she swings her legs over the side. I turn away towards my desk, not wanting to have any more looks exchanged between us.
“Good! Lungs sound fine. Your heartbeat is quite fast though, have you ever had any problems with your heart?”
I glance up at her and see her cheeks flush. I can’t help but smile. Maybe she’s feeling what I’m feeling.
“Are you nervous?” I ask slowly. She flicks those blue eyes up towards my face and I feel the twinge in my cock again.
“I… yes. I’m nervous. I have.. a problem.” She’s speaking so slowly, hesitating with almost every word. I wait patiently, sitting at my desk. Sometimes it’s better to say nothing and let the patient tell you what they need to say. She looks up at me and when I say nothing, she continues.
“I… I can’t… I haven’t been able to…” She trails off. Still, I say nothing. She looks at me with those clear blue eyes and I see something else growing inside her. A resolve, fierceness. Fire burns in her eyes as she squares her shoulders and lifts her chin up. Then, finally, she blurts out what she’s been trying to say.
“I can’t come. I mean, I’ve never orgasmed.”
I was not expecting that. My cock springs up and I am eternally grateful to myself for placing her file on my lap when I sat down. I try to ignore the throbbing sensation as I process what she’s just told me. She’s never had an orgasm! I can’t think of a thousand ways I could help her with that. I swallow, struggling to keep my Doctor Voice in check.
“OK, that’s actually quite common for women. Ten to fifteen percent of women have trouble orgasming. Most of the time it’s mental, but sometimes there can be physiological causes. Have you tried,” I pause, trying to ignore how hard my cock is getting at the thought. “Have you tried... pleasuring yourself?”
“Many, many times,” she responds. She sounds frustrated, and she’s staring at me intensely. I try to ignore the mental image of Valerie Brooks on her back, playing with herself.
Many, many times.
Doctor Voice.
“And have you tried using an aid?”
“An aid?” She frowns.
I gulp.
“A vibrator. Or any type of toy. They can be quite helpful for many women.”
She breathes in, understanding what I mean.
“Actually, no. I haven’t. I’ve always been too nervous to go and buy one.”
I nod, trying to keep my face and voice steady and ignore the raging hard cock in my pants. Am I really going to prescribe a vibrator to a patient? Is this real life?
“Ok, no problem. Here’s what we’ll do. I’ll write down some of the toys that we recommend here.” I turn towards my desk, trying to pretend that these aren’t just the vibrators I’ve enjoyed using on the women I’ve been with, or vibrators I’ve enjoyed watching women use on themselves. I pull out my prescription pad and jot down a few names.
“They’re available online, so you can order them directly to your house. Usually they have discreet packaging so it shouldn’t be embarrassing when the postman comes. Just try to relax and let go of the stress. Light some candles, get in the mood before you start.”
This seems so wrong, to be talking about setting the mood when we’re sitting in my start white office, surrounded by medical examination materials. I desperately want to help her orgasm right here, right now. My eyes flick to my exam table and I think about what her ass would look like if I bent her over it right now.
I look back at her and then glance down at her file, trying to pretend to read it.
“In case that doesn’t help, I can do a full hormone panel and see if anything is unusual there.”
She takes a deep breath, seems relieved. She nods. I hand her the small square sheet of paper with the names of my favourite sex toys, and call in the nurse to help me with the blood sample for her hormone test. I start typing, writing up my report and prepping for the blood sample and finally, finally my cock relaxes.
I’m back to work, doing what I love. Doing what I’m meant to do. I can put this sexy blonde woman out of my mind and move on with my life.