Author's note: Hi guys. I've been a huge fan of this site and its brilliant authors and enjoyed the stories for many years. I really feel like trying something on my own. This is the first story I've ever written like this. Positive criticism will really help. About the story, it is mostly fictional created by some ideas from some real life experiences of mine. Nothing too edgy here but if you like stories of exes, slight femdom, humiliation and some cheating, this would be the thing for you. Read on!
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Prologue:
She was the most popular girl in school. She was intelligent, sporty, had a great personality and looked like a queen of the modern era. I say queen and not princess because she looked pretty mature for her age. She was 5'8" tall, had curves most girls were envious of, walked in a majestic way, had a perfect skin tan (neither too fair nor too dark) and had long flowing black hair up to her waist. Each time I saw her I could only ask myself how the hell I was her boyfriend
It's not like I was a loser or anything. I was smart too and looked decent myself. But I was never popular in school. Compared to her, I was living under a rock. Most people started to know me in high school because of her. Our relationship was...pretty good. We had a lot of laughs and fooled around a lot. I got to know her biggest trait only after a few months with her - she really liked her sex. We made out in restaurant toilets, public transport, her house when her grandparents were in the other room and a construction site just to name a few. It was really exciting. She had an amazing drive that made each day special. The way she moaned "Ohh V!" (the first letter of my name) each time I excited her would be the biggest turn-on for me. I never imagined how much I would miss those things for the next few years of my life.
When we got separated in college (she pursued medical science while I did an engineering course), I feared the worst. Making it work over 2 different cities was never easy but I was really optimistic. Foolishly so. When she told me she wanted to break up and date another guy, I was shattered. On hindsight, I should have expected it but at the moment, it made me hate her. After a period of resentment and anguish, I moved on and never had any contact with her for a while.
After passing out of college, I had a few job offers. I must mention that I did have a few girlfriends after my ex, but they were all very temporary and unexciting. I never even went to 2nd base with any of them. The irony was that I felt I looked much better and had really become more physically appealing with my affinity for sports and club activities in college. I was 6ft tall and had a good build. I was more popular and had a lot of friends. But relationships just never worked. I came back to the city of my schooling 5 years after I left it, to start a new job. The job required me to go for a mandatory full medical checkup before joining. I checked into the nearest clinic beside my office.
Part 1: Its mandatory
I was waiting in front of the reception. The hospital was empty. It was a hot weekday afternoon and I came at an odd time because I had permission from work. I was wearing a black t-shirt and grey football shorts. I brushed back my straight black hair. "I need a haircut man," I thought to myself. I could spot the receptionist lady checking me out from her seat twirling her pen in her mouth. "Or maybe not," I smiled to myself. Though it made me happy, the thoughts of attempting even some flirting bogged me down. I had had enough failed relationships. I missed the making out. I really did. It left me horny on most days. But going through the whole merry-go-round for it exasperated me.
"You can go in now," the receptionist spoke in a flirty manner.
I gave her a warm smile and entered the doctor's chamber. It was brightly lit mainly due to the large window on one side. A table at the center had a doctor's arm chair on one side away from me and a comfortable sofa on the side I entered from.
The doctor was looking at a book shelf with her back turned to me as she muttered, "Please sit down."
As I took my seat on the sofa, I noticed the doctor from behind. It was clear she had an amazing figure. Even through her white doctors coat I could notice her smooth upper body. The best part was greeted by my eyes as I went further down. She was wearing a short black frilled skirt which revealed her shapely thighs and legs. I had not felt such a surge of excitement in a long while.
"Like what you see, V?"
I froze as I heard the unmistakable naughty play on my nickname. As she turned around to reveal herself, all my excitement turned to stone. My ex laughed at the top of her voice making her flowing black hair dangle on her shoulders.
"Oh, the look on your face! Its priceless!" She wiped a tear from her eye.
"What are you doing here?" I snapped at her.
"Well, I work here." She took her seat and folded her legs making me speculate whether she was aware of my attraction to that pose. "I am interning here, until I get enough experience to start on my own. I saw your name on the case sheet and decided to see your reaction. I must say I feel a great sense of satisfaction at my victory," she giggled.
"Yeah, whatever. Let's just get this done with," I barked.
