Dr. Monroe closes the door behind my mother and steps a bit closer to my examination table.
“Hello, Elizabeth,” he says, smiling at me so charmingly that even his handsome brown eyes seem to grin along with his mouth. “How have you been?”
“Well, not so great,” I say, fidgeting in embarrassment.
“I’d say,” he agrees. “It appears that your mother is a little… shall we say… overbearing?”
“Yeah.” I giggle nervously. “You could say that.”
“Well, in order for me to perform this examination on you, I’m going to need you to take off your clothes.”
“Right now?” I ask him, wondering what happened to standard protocol.
Trisha is supposed to do her nurse thing and then I’m supposed to disrobe from my pants down while she’s gone and get back up on the examination table and cover myself with the white paper sheet. Then Dr. Monroe is supposed to knock on the door when he arrives, to make sure I’m decent. It’s worked like that every single time I’ve come to his office, but this time he wants me to just get naked in front of him.
“Um, okay,” I say, trying to sound reluctant, but actually my heart is beating fast with excitement.
“Elizabeth Jane, Dear, have you ever undressed in front of a man before?”
“No,” I reply.
This must be part of his examination, I think. It’s a test. He’ll tell my mom if I say yes.
Except the sad thing is that “no” is my honest answer. During the Truth or Dare game at my cousin’s house, the guy had just put his hand up my skirt. I’ve never been naked in front of a man before.
“It’s understandable that you’d be shy,” says Dr. Monroe. “But I’m going to need you to take off your shirt.”
The authoritative tone in his voice sends excited chills down my back and my entire body— especially the lower half— tingles in anticipation. I obediently lift my blouse over my head so that I’m sitting on the examination table in just my skirt and bra.
“Very good,” he says. “And now your skirt.”
I stand up and pull my skirt off, and then sit back down quickly.
Now I’m just in my bra and panties.
“You have a very lovely body,” Dr. Monroe says.
“Thanks,” I say, and blush.
He is looking at me up and down with a smile that slowly spreads across his face.
I’m beginning to get the sense that this isn’t a normal doctor’s appointment. What my mom asked him to do isn’t normal, but whatever Dr. Monroe is planning to do isn’t normal, either. I’m curious and want to find out what he has in mind.
“Do you need help with that?” Dr. Monroe says, nodding towards my bra.
“Yes.” I know how to take my own bra off, but I have a sudden desire to feel him touch me.
He walks up close to me and unsnaps my bra, removing it in one quick motion.
“There we go,” he says, looking down at my breasts.
I’m embarrassed because my nipples are erect. The office is slightly chilly but the fact that they’re standing straight up at attention is definitely not due to the temperature. Instead, it’s due to the fact that Dr. Monroe’s sexy eyes are fixed steadily on my naked body, drinking me in as if I’m an expensive glass of wine.
“These are very nice,” he says. “Have they ever been touched?”
“No, Doctor,” I say.
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell your mom.”
He leans in closer when he says this, and whispers into my neck while staring down at my breasts. I sit very still, afraid that if I move, he will too.
“I promise, Doctor,” I tell him, in a strange mix of embarrassment and excitement. “No one has ever touched them.”
“Good.”
He reaches out and cups both of my breasts in his hands.
“I’m the first to touch your perfect tits. They’re so full, yet perky. And they’re all mine.”
The way he says “tits” makes me even wetter, as well as the way he says they’re his. I want him to say both things again, but he doesn’t.
He seems to be holding back, as if he knows he shouldn’t be doing this, but can’t help himself.
“Elizabeth Jane, you’re a grown woman now,” he says instead, as if this is news to me.
I nod.
“You truly have the perfect body. You should use it. It’s yours to do with what you want. You know that, right?”
“Right,” I answer, too mesmerized by his hands touching me to say anything else.
His gentle caresses become firmer grasps that feel so good I could explode.
I don’t really believe his words— it seems to me that my body pretty much belongs to my mom and her weird rules until I can afford to move out— but I just go along with whatever he says.
He rubs my nipples with his fingers, voraciously, and licks his lips as if he wants to devour me with his fingers and then his mouth, and I feel a gush of wetness in my panties. I had already been wet but now I want him so badly that it’s becoming physically obvious. I can’t believe my fantasy of being with Dr. Monroe is coming true.
He gives one of my nipples a firm twist, as if telling it that he owns it. And he’s right— he does, he can have it. He can take anything he wants, and I believe he knows how eager I am to give it to him. He moves one of his hands down my side, my stomach, my hips, and lets it rest on the top of my thigh.
“You know that your panties are going to have to come off in order for me to be able to fully examine you, right?”
He says it in that way that reminds me why I have a thing for older men. They know what they want, and they go for it. So unlike myself.
“Right,” I say, and inch my legs open a little bit, so that his hand can travel up my inner thigh and rest on the outside of my underwear.
My most private part lies just beneath the thin fabric, and he lightly rubs its lips. I let out an involuntary moan.
This is it. I can’t believe he’s touching me, taking me. At least I hope he takes me. I’ll do anything he wants, if only this handsome, older, experienced doctor will make love to me for my very first time.