I'd been told there was an alternative women's health center. While I didn't mind traditional hospitals, being pregnant for the first time, I wanted to at least explore other natural options.
In preparation for the appointment the next day, I filled out a lengthy intake form. I sat in bed with a clipboard, wearing a simple white cotton tank that clung to free and tender breasts, breasts that were no longer an extra small; I graduated to simply being small and it felt good. Under the tank, there were no other bumps besides my chest, as this was my first and my abdomen was still winning the fight of the bulge.
While filling it out, I noticed myself getting excited, feeling a familiar tingling. There were some interesting questions, beyond the family and medical history. How sensitive are your nipples? How easily do you orgasm? In which position and with what kind of contact do you typically orgasm? Since I loved sex more than ever since becoming pregnant, and had a thing for people in lab coats, I found myself gladly scrawling in the blanks in response. If anything, the intake form increased my anticipation of going to the center.
The next day, showing up in a basic, clinging, striped cotton dress, I got off the train and only needed to walk a few blocks before I saw a discreet sign, Women's Clinic, on a metal plaque next to a glass door. I rang the buzzer and was called up without much fanfare, arriving in a most unimpressive waiting room. There was little light and it was a bit dingy. The admin was easy to chat with, bringing my intake behind the counter to add to a file, letting me know with a glint in her eye that I'd have Dr. Sells and should be very happy with her.
The rest of the women there were at varying levels of pregnancy or they looked as unassumingly unpregnant as I did. Overall, it was an attractive set. Within a couple minutes, a nurse called my name.
"Allison? Hi, my name is Roxie and I'll be assisting Dr. Sells today, both prepping you for her and providing additional support as needed." I nodded. Roxie was a slight light-skinned mixed girl: short natural hair, full lips, gorgeous almond eyes, small chest, and a bubble butt.
Once we arrived at the room, which was spacious and also just as dingy as the waiting room with fluorescent lights and no natural light, she had me sit down on the table while she sat at a computer. It appeared she was scanning the lengthy intake form.
"Okay, we'll play this a little by ear and let the doctor decide how she'd like to proceed."
"Isn't an exam pretty straight forward?" I felt uncomfortable, but also turned on. There was something so erotic about our exchange. I couldn't stop staring at her lips, shiny with a clear gloss.
Roxie gave a searching look that changed into a more business-like look and she started to explain: "Most women come here because they are fully aware of our services. Once in awhile, someone like your beautiful self is caught unaware. Let me inform you better about us so you can be ready and decide if it's right for you." I got a bright smile.
"It's our belief here that if we create links between pain and eroticism, the birth experience is much easier, and by its nature certainly more pleasurable. In addition, we help women take ownership and better understand their orgasmic response. Lastly, rather than just examining women we actually train their bodies to tolerate pain and to accommodate in a similar way to what they will need for birth and beyond.
"Oh! And I want you to understand that while the staff here can become aroused, our focus is on you and your body. We do not express any desire or act upon it. Rather, we focus on our goals for you, most importantly which is to feel increasingly safe and free to explore the edges of your erotic self as it links to your pregnancy and eventual child birth."
I must have looked silly, with mouth ajar and not any muscle moving.
Roxie continued, "I know that's a lot to take in, but will need you to decide whether you'd like to get the process started with treatment." She flashed another smile, a big warm one this time.
I wanted to do this, I did. Especially if the doctor was half as attractive as the woman sitting down in front of me with the mulberry scrubs. Excitement about the mysterious possibilities blotted out any logistical questions. I was ready and told Roxie as much, who clapped her hands together with enthusiasm, another smile, and the handing over of a waiver, signed with quick nervous strokes.
"So the first thing I'll need you to do is get undressed from the waist down. I am happy to leave for you to do this."
"No," I assured her, "it's totally fine."
I peeled my favorite faded black jeans from my still-small waist and over my full hips until they were on the ground.
I then got myself situated on the table, ass sticking to the thin paper underneath me.
"Alright, so we always start our sessions with washing your genitals. If I could have you put your feet in the stirrups, I can get you started." I put my legs up and watched as she filled a pan up with soapy water, put on some clear white gloves, and retrieved a cloth. Standing beside me, she asked that I scoot more to the edge of the chair.
She explained, "You can look at this part of the experience in a couple different ways. In one, it's a job to be done. In another, you can let yourself start to cultivate your erotic energy, treating it a bit like a spa."
With that, she soaped up her hand and let some of the water drip onto my pussy and migrate down my slit. It was so warm and delicious. Next she placed an empty pan below my buttocks, sat between my legs, and placed the whole cloth over my whole pussy, rested it there momentarily, then swiping it down but not quite reaching my ass.
"You have beautiful full lips. Let me spread them a little." She used a gloved finger to gingerly fan my skin out, then drenched the whole area.
With that, I groaned. "That's right, let out any noise that makes sense, and please let me know if anything hurts."
"Okay," I agreed. I wanted so badly to feel the pressure of her fingers on my clit, but she seemed dead set on touching everywhere but there.
She held my labia open. "Now I will clean out your vagina with my fingers." She deftly used two fingers and slid them in my slick pussy. She then spread them and then curled them toward herself while pulling them out. I was squirming at this point. And staring at her. A beautiful woman was taking such good care of my cunt. Before I was ready for her to get up, Roxie removed her fingers, gave me an apologetic smile, removed her gloves, and placed a fresh one on.
"If you could let me adjust the stirrups for a second, that would be great. To clean out the anus, a bigger leg angle is best. It looks like, from your intake, you enjoy anal stimulation."
