Joe had sustained an injury to his kidney from being wounded by shrapnel from an exploding Humvee that was attacked while he was riding in it with some other guys from his unit. The shrapnel punctured his kidney, which in turn caused nephrotic syndrome, just like a kidney disease would. The doctors weren't sure if it would heal completely or not. In the meantime, they gave him medicines and physical therapy. The worst part was having to endure the frequent trips to the VA hospital.
'Damn interns! Every time I come up here, it seems that I have to see a new intern and tell them my whole story all over again.' Joe thought to himself as he entered the renal clinic at the VA. 'I hope I don't get a dumb one today.'
"Good morning Mr. Blount. Be seated and a nurse will be right with you to take your vital signs." The clerk stated.
'Hurry up and wait, hurry up and wait. It's the military way.' Joe thought as he sat down, searching for a magazine to read. 'This is a military hospital. Why the hell do they only have 'Ladies Home Journal' to read?'
They took his vitals and, after the traditional long wait, a doctor finally called him.
"Hello, Mr. Blount. I'm Dr. Hardwick. Please follow me." Said the doctor.
'Well, things are looking up.' The doctor was a young female who looked much younger than the age she must be to be working here. She gave him a big sincere smile as she shook his hand and turned to lead him to the room. He admired her tight round butt in those snug-fitting white pants as she walked in front of him.
"Have a seat and let's go over your lab results."
It was a small room, with a desk, computer and a compact exam table. He sat by the desk while she reviewed his test results, then turned to talk to him. Their knees touched. She let hers stay there as she addressed him.
"Your lab results all look pretty good. It looks like the medicines are working all right for you, Mr. Blount. How are feeling?"
"Well, I'd feel better if I didn't have to take them at all. Do you have any idea when my kidneys will heal up so I can stop the meds?" He inquired.
"You are very fortunate not to have lost your kidney. The alternative is dialysis or kidney replacement. So as long as you don't have any problems taking the medicines, we can only wait and hope for now. Are you having any side effects from them that we should know about?" The doctor asked.
"Well, there is one little problem that I was afraid to bring up." Joe said as he looked into Dr. Hardwick's lovely green eyes. She was staring intently into his at the same time. He could also see that her front was every bit as inviting as her rear had been. Her lab jacket was open in the front, showing very full and perky breasts heaving on her young chest, above a small, firm waistline showing through her snug white doctor's blouse. He fought the urge to stare where he shouldn't.
"So, tell me. We can't help you if we don't know what the problem is." She asked.
Joe was embarrassed to tell her. It would be like telling a teenage stranger your most intimate secrets.
"Well, I'm embarrassed to tell you, quite frankly. You're so young and all."
"Please don't be. I am a doctor. I know I look young, but I'm a professional and you can trust me. So, what is it?"
"OK. You see, I seem to have trouble having sex now. I don't have a steady girlfriend but I have been seeing this one lady lately, and we have had a couple of problems." He admitted.
"What kind of problems? You shouldn't have to live with a sexual issues ever."
"Well, I seem to have trouble getting real hard, especially during oral sex. And when I do get hard, I have some pain in my kidneys when we have full sex." Joe answered.
"Hmm, I see. You mean fellatio and PIV sex, I assume? I believe you might have anxiety issues. You are worried about the pain, and worried about hurting something by having sex, so your penis withdraws to protect you." She diagnosed.
"I think I know something that will help. Be right back." She said.
The doctor returned shortly and closed and locked the door behind her.
"Here, take this pill with some water and we'll see if it works. We'll give it a few minutes, but it shouldn't take long. This gets into your system very quickly." She said, giving him the pill.
"What kind of stuff turns you on, Mr. Blount? I mean, visual, talking, touching, what?"
"What? I guess all that, of course. I'm a pretty regular guy that way. Why do you ask?"
"We have to measure your responses to sexual stimuli to ensure that the treatment is working before I give you a prescription for more. So if you don't mind, I'll try something here." She said, standing up in front of Joe.
She was a real natural beauty with shoulder-length brunette hair, big green eyes, the nice figure he had already noticed, and a very friendly down-home mid-western personality to boot. As she removed her lab jacket, he read her nametag: Amelie Hardwick from Kansas. Nice name.
She reached up to her top button on her blouse and released it, then the next one down, and the next, pulling the tail out of her pants to remove the last ones. Her chest and bra came into view. She wore a light blue demi bra that showed a hint of white skin peeking out where her overflowing breasts fought to get out of the confining material. She was only lightly tanned, as expected since he knew interns wouldn't have much time to go to the beach. She removed the blouse and tossed it aside.
Standing only a couple of feet in front of him, her shoulders back and her head upright, she glanced at his crotch, then into his eyes again as she spoke, "Does this do anything for you? I mean, does it arouse you in any way?"
"Yes, I mean, I believe so. I certainly like what I see."
"I can't really tell if it's working or not. Here, remove your pants and get up on the exam table for me so I can examine you closer." She smiled, motioning to the table. "Don't be afraid. I'm a professional and we have to do this to be sure the treatment is working."
He lost no time following her orders and hopped up onto the table, still wearing his boxers.
"Lie back and relax while I examine you." The doctor said, pushing him back in his chest and helping swing his legs up until he was lying prone on his back. She reached around his waist and slid his boxers down over his hips, over his shoes, and removed them. He was lying nude from the waist to his ankles. She smiled again. Now, Joe wasn't a bad looking guy. He was 27, brown hair, 6' tall, 185 lbs and pretty fit. Girls had taken his underwear off before, but this was the first time a
DOCTOR