"Tell me again what you're going to do, George" Emily asked.
"I'm going to examine your pelvic area, Emily. I'll check you thoroughly outside and inside. The outside area you learned to call the pudendum is also known as the 'vulva' or 'mons veneris'. As you know, you have two pairs of lips down there – the one covered by hairs, and the other in between them, that are delicate like the petals of a flower. I'll look at them, and feel them between my fingers, checking for any cysts or other abnormalities."
Emily's skin warmed with anticipation.
"Then I'll spread them apart, and look at the opening. Doctors call it the 'introitus'. There is the opening to your vaginal canal, and the tiny opening where your water comes out, and a little bud called the 'clitoris'. I'll look carefully at them, and I'll examine the clitoris with my fingers."
Emily sighed with expectancy.
"Next I will introduce one finger into your vaginal canal. I'll do it slowly and carefully, Emily, intending to cause no discomfort. Once my finger is inside you, I'll feel for any abnormalities of the muscles within your pelvis, feel your bladder area, and touch your cervix – that part of your womb or uterus that extends into your vaginal canal. I'll determine if your womb may be tilted from the normal position. I'll also try to feel your ovaries."
"Oh, George, that sounds very complicated."
"I admit there is a lot to examine, Emily, and that it takes quite a while for a doctor to become truly proficient at evaluating this area. It took me a long while, and, frankly, most doctors give up long before refining their skills. I promise to be as gentle as possible Emily. I'll take things slow and easy, and I will not rush. If and when anything is uncomfortable, I want you to tell me, and I will slow down, or try to be even more gentle."
"And this will help you know about my condition and how to help me?" she inquired.
"It will," George assured her.
"All right, George" Emily couldn't decide whether to close her eyes, or to keep them open. She wondered whether she'd feel more curious or embarrassed.
"Do you have any questions before I begin, Emily?"
'It won't hurt much, will it George?" she asked bravely.
"I promise to make it as comfortable as possible, Emily. I'll watch your face for any telltale signs of distress. I assure you that I'll take my time Emily" he promised. "In fact, it may even feel pleasant to you."
"Pleasant, George? What makes you think that?"
He blushed and answered, "Yes, Emily, it may feel pleasant. This is a very sensitive area, and some women feel a certain pleasure when I examine them."
"I'd like that George. I trust you. Please do what needs doing. What shall I do for you?"
"I want you to bend both your knees, and rest the soles of your feet on the couch. Then let your hips relax so that your knees are spread apart."
Emily did as instructed, relaxing and allowing her knees to widen apart, spreading her thighs open, a little surprised with herself that she felt glad that George would be looking at her there. More than that, she realized that for some reason she actually wanted to expose her tender parts to his view. She noticed a variety of sensations – the soft velvet under the soles of her bare feet, the coolness of the air between her thighs, the tightness of her nipples, and the pounding of her heart. Instead of keeping her eyes closed, she looked down at herself, at the wide V formed by her thighs. And she looked at George, observing the look in his eyes, and the slight flushing of his face.
The doctor rolled the chair into a position from which he could examine the lovely young lady. He knew exactly what he was doing. He felt the rising desire within him, and knew it was 'unprofessional', but relished it anyway. He was completely aware that his masculine member had gradually stiffened and was now straining against the fabric of his trouser leg. He was very conscious of his arousal. It was not the usual aloof but friendly attitude he had when he examined most female patients. Instead, he admitted to himself that he felt lust – there was no denial that he was experiencing strong erotic sensations as he prepared to touch Emily and examine her nether regions. From his vantage point, he could see the sheen of moisture on Emily's inner labia. Her tightly puckered nipples, her breathing, and her facial expressions combined to make it obvious she was as aroused as he. The difference was that she was a young ingénue and he was a middle-aged man with experience.
He reached toward her with both hands, and separated her lightly hair-covered labia with the fingers of his left hand, exposing her pink moist inner lips. Emily softly gasped in response to the thrill of the doctor's touch.
George's experienced fingers had examined a few hundred women through the years. He could complete a through examination of a woman's pelvis in only a few minutes. The basics had become matter-of-fact many years ago. He imagined that he could do it blind-folded, it had become so routine for him. There was a mental checklist that he automatically went through during each examination. But this time was different. This time it was Emily Fessenden. He was aware that his fingers trembled ever so slightly as he spread her open. He was aroused by the sight of Emily's moist labia, the feel of the delicate flesh between his fingers, and the thoughts of how he would proceed to patiently, tenderly, and thoroughly explore her in very special ways. The feelings and imaginings that filled his mind were pleasant and exciting to him. Her feminine scent filled his nostrils.
