This story is the first in a partly comic series featuring Dr. Dick Longman, ex-surfer boy and now gynecologist, and the unusual diagnostic and therapeutic techniques he employs in his medical practice. All characters are over 18.
"Good morning, Ms. Cummins. And how are we doing today? It's nice to see you. What brings you in, may I ask?"
Truth was, Lucy Cummins was happy to invent any reason at all for a visit to her gynecologist. Dr. Dick Longman was stunningly handsome, over six-feet tall, as lean as a rail but with the muscles and build of the California surfer boy he had been before studying medicine. Before he chose to specialize in the field that more than anything else drew his attention....
That field was, need I say, gynecology.
Women and their bodies.
Women and their always fascinating vaginas. Women and their breasts that inevitably needed examining along with their vaginas, since so much could go wrong with both of those important female areas, if left unchecked and unattended to regularly.
What was not to like about gynecology as a specialization for a lean, blond ex-surfer boy like Dick Longman?
No sooner had Dr. Longman hung his shingle out in the small Oregon town where he now lived and practiced medicine than new patients--women--came flocking to him like proverbial bees to proverbial honey. Their sudden complaints were endless: This seems to need checking out, Dr. Longman. Is that functioning as it should function down there?
Why is it so sensitive? Is that amount of lubrication normal or abnormal? Can you please manipulate my breasts to see if you feel anything that I'm missing when I handle them?
These were, of course, all very
valid
medical questions. Concerns about matters like breast cancer should never be taken lightly. But when patient after patient--woman after woman--kept arriving at Dr. Longman's clinic with the same sets of questions and no evidence that their concerns had real substance to them, Dr. Longman began to realize that many of his patients, many of the women knocking at his office door, simply wanted attention.
They wanted
his
attention. They wanted the attention of a hot, hunky young man dressed in a doctor's uniform. Which made it all right for him to be touching and tracing and manipulating and penetrating their vaginas. Doing all that clinically, it goes without saying. This is what a gynecologist does, after all.
And palpating their breasts, slowly, carefully, with gentle firm touches that sometimes "accidentally" happened to brush across their excited nipples. "Accidentally" more than once in any given breast exam. All in a gynecologist's set of daily duties....
So here was Ms. Lucy Cummins all seated up--lying back, feet in stirrups and legs spread wide--waiting for Dr. Longman to arrive in the exam room after his nurse had helped her undress, mount the exam table, and put her feet into the waiting stirrups.
"Won't be long, Ms. Cummins," Nurse Judy called over her shoulder as she exited the exam room. "Dr. Longman doesn't like to keep patients waiting. He knows it can get cold quickly as you lie back on that exam table."
One of Dr. Longman's special clinical practices was to ask all of his patients to disrobe completely prior to their exams. No need to fiddle with those skimpy gowns that cover very little and have to be removed anyway once the exam is underway.
Dr. Longman liked to find his patients ready and waiting for him, lying on the exam table in the altogether, feet in stirrups, when he came striding into the exam room, his handsome face wreathed in smiles, blue eyes twinkling as if the patient on the table was the most special of all of his patients, the only one that mattered at the moment.
So back to the beginning:
"Good morning, Ms. Cummins. And how are we doing today? It's nice to see you. What brings you in, may I ask?"
"Oh, Doctor, something just doesn't feel right. You know. Down there." Lucy Cummins signaled "down there" with a nod of her head and a tilt of her eyes.
"I'm sorry to hear that, Ms. Cummins. What in particular do you think is going on?"
Dr. Longman knew that Ms. Cummins was divorced. He also suspected that with no husband around and, as far as he could determine, no boyfriend in the picture, she might not be getting the attention that she needed "down there." She was, after all, a young, very attractive divorcee and definitely deserved attention. Especially down there....
"It's my - I don't know if I can use the word, Doctor, since it's slang: it's my cunny. It feels, well, funny lately."
"Or course you can say 'cunny,' Ms. Cummins. As I've told you before, since my job is to feel and prod your vagina, there's no need for us to stand on formality. I know a whole range of words--cunny, cunt, pussy, box, gash, quim, and so on--and am very comfortable using them with my patients. I want you to feel at ease."
"What seems 'funny' about your cunny right now, Lucy? And remember, I want you to call me Dick. Fuck those stuffy rules and regulations about doctor-patient formalities, right?"
Throwing a little vulgarity into his palaver with patients as he winked and smiled always broke the ice wonderfully, Dick Longman found. Especially as he was preparing to probe their cunts and enjoy all over again the aroused smell said pussies emitted as his fingers manipulated them and spread their moisture around. All part of the examination....
"It just feels, well, achy a lot of the time now, Dick," Lucy responded. "I don't know what's going on with it. It feels like it's missing something it needs."
"Bring me up to date on your boyfriend situation, Lucy. The last time you were in for an exam, I know you told me you and your husband had split up. I was sorry to hear that. I seem to recall that you also told me you hadn't found a boyfriend to take his place. Am I right?"
"Would I be correct in guessing that maybe your cunny is craving some attention it used to get when your husband was around? That it feels neglected now? Needy, maybe? That it gets hot and bothered and wet, but what it wants to scratch its itch is just not there? Am I on the right track, Lucy?"
"You are, indeed, Dick. What can I do, do you think?"
"Well, let me examine you first, and then I may have some medical recommendations for you. From what I can see just by looking at your pussy--and may I say it's one of the most gorgeous pussies I've seen in my practice?--all seems to be in order. But I need to perform a manual exam to be sure."
"Are you still fine with me doing that without gloves? Most of my patients find gloves irritating and clinical, and prefer my bare fingers as the exam tool. That still all right with you?"
"That's more than all right, Dick. I want you to do whatever it takes to find out my problem and give me a good medical recommendation for dealing with it."
"Great, Lucy. Let's get this thing underway. What I'm going to do first is examine you for normal sensitivity to stimuli. We need to see if your area 'down there' is responding the way it should respond to various stimuli."
"That's okay with you? You understand what this exam I'm going to be administering with my fingers now is trying to diagnose, right? If so, just lie back and relax. And I might even say, enjoy, since it's a very normal thing for a woman to enjoy having her female areas stimulated."
"What I'm doing now as I trace my fingers lightly from your sensitive clitoris down the valley of your pussy and over the inner lips of your pussy is to see if you respond to that stimulation normally. And it looks to me as if you're having the expected response."
"I see your lips turning rosy and swelling, and your vaginal opening showing itself like a flower unfolding. I can also tell from your heavy breathing and gasps that you're enjoying this stimulation, as you should."
