I'm back in Dr. Monroe's office, even more excited than I was the first time I was here. And I'm very glad my mom didn't try to follow me in this time. She knows better. Dr. Monroe set her straight.
Alone in the office, I take off my shirt and shiver. It's cold in here, but I also suddenly feel nervous. Dr. Monroe had told me to strip down to my underwear this time, and I want to obey his orders. But once I take off my bra and jeans, I feel silly just sitting here nearly naked.
What if someone other than Dr. Monroe were to come in?
The thought both excites me and terrifies me. I feel as if Dr. Monroe commanded me to take off my clothes and wait for him as some sort of challenge.
I look over to the examination table and notice a sheet folded up on top of it. It's a real, full sized sheet— not one of those white paper ones I'm used to putting on my lap.
I lie down on the table and cover up my entire body with the sheet. I feel like I'm at a massage therapist's office instead of a doctor's office.
I barely have time to pull it over me, though, before the door opens up, without anyone having knocked first.
"Elizabeth Jane," Dr. Monroe says, coming into the room and shutting the door behind him. "It's nice to see you again."
"It's nice to see you too, Doctor," I tell him.
I don’t even try to hide the fact that I’ve been anxiously anticipating it since the last time we were together. And from the look on his handsome face, I can tell the feeling is mutual.
I start to sit up, but he holds up a hand.
"No need," he says, smiling. "Just lie back and relax."
He walks over to the side of the bed and peeks under the sheet.
"I see you've obeyed my orders," he says.
He puts his hand under the blanket and squeezes my thigh. I automatically open my legs a bit wider for him. His fingers travel over my panties and I know he can feel how wet I am for him under the fabric.
Just then, the door opens again, and this time I know it's not Dr. Monroe. I jump, but he keeps his hand firmly on the outside of my panties, and taps my folds gently with two fingers, as if to tell me not to worry.
"Dr. Stanton," he says, "I'm with a patient."
To my surprise, he slides his finger under my panties and begin touching the naked flesh of my pussy. His finger travels up and down my folds, feeling the soaking wet evidence of my desire for him.
"I can see that," Dr. Stanton says, raising his eyebrows in suspicion. "I was going to tell you that I'm headed out for the day. I have the meeting with the investors, remember?"
From the tone of his voice I can tell this is serious. From his expression I can tell he doesn't know if Dr. Monroe knows just how serious it is.
"Good luck," Dr. Monroe says, thrusting a finger deep inside me.
With Dr. Stanton in the room, Dr. Monroe finger fucks me. It takes everything within me not to moan in pleasure or cry out in astonishment. I also have to stop myself from moving my hips to meet Dr. Monroe's rhythm.
"I just wanted to let you know that from what he said on the phone, we have about a month," Dr. Stanton says.
Dr. Monroe nods, as if casually saying goodbye to Dr. Stanton. But from the way his fingers stop plowing their way through my pussy, I can tell he's taken note of the fact that they have a month— whatever that means. It's obvious that it's an important detail.
Dr. Stanton nods back, and then nods at me. I do my best to nod back to him, even though I just want him to leave so that Dr. Monroe can finish what he's started.
Finally, Dr. Stanton glances one more time at me and then at Dr. Monroe and leaves the examination room. As soon as Dr. Stanton shuts the door behind him, Dr. Monroe furiously thrusts two fingers in and out of me.
"That was a close call, my little Elizabeth Jane," he says.
I like the way he says "my."
"We'd better continue this examination," he continues.
"Yes, Doctor."
He is standing right beside the examination table and he's wearing scrubs. I can see his obvious bulge protruding from underneath them, as if waiting for me to make him feel as good as he's made me feel.
He sees me looking at him and suddenly reaches out and grabs my hand. Then he guides it to his cock and lets it rest there. I grab onto it and it rises gratefully in my hand.
"Have you ever touched a man's cock, Elizabeth Jane?" Dr. Monroe asks.
His hand returns to my pussy and squeezes it, holding it possessively as if he never wants to let it go.
"No, Doctor," I tell him, looking up into his eyes.
I pull out his cock from the opening in his pants and my eyes widen at how large it is. I'm not sure if it will fit in my mouth, let alone my pussy.
"Take my cock in your mouth now, my little Liz."
I nod, ready to do whatever he wants me to do. I’m hoping it leads to him finally taking my virginity.