I had almost forgotten my doctor's appointment when I woke up the next morning. I kissed Rachel goodbye and was quite erect in anticipation of the brazen remarks Dr. Saza would share with me regarding my inadequate dick.
"How do you feel?" she asked.
"I feel absolutely great, Rachel and I are back together," I replied.
"And the medication no unwanted side effects?" she asked as she glanced at my groin.
"I don't think so, I kind of ca... ejaculated prematurely last night. But that's nothing new for me." I replied. It was becoming easier and easier to just blatantly tell her any sexual detail about myself.
She smiled. She was sitting across from me, as usual, on a stool without a back. "That is known to happen with some men... and some boys."
How cruel. Was she enjoying mocking me? Well my little cock was enjoying the attention either way. "Even within a minute? Is that normal?" I asked.
"I wouldn't say it is normal, but it does happen. To my knowledge 30 minutes to an hour is normal," she replied. The evil grin was making me wild. Her implication that she is used to a man fucking her at such great lengths was fuel to the fire. "You said everything is going great with Rachel, is it safe to assume penis size is not an issue with her?"
I paused and remembered the oversized condom she had handy in her dresser drawer and how it dwarfed my little hard on. "I'm not sure, but she seemed happy last night and she never said anything about it," I said.
"Well that must be relieving to know she is not dissatisfied with your below average stature," Marissa said.
I couldn't help myself and had to tell her about the whole condom scenario and the implications that her ex was well hung. I want to rip off my jeans and stroke myself right there in front of her I was so hot.
"I see. So you are worried she may have acquired a preference for above average penises?" she inquired.
"Yeah, I suppose it is possible. If so, do you think she will get frustrated with me?" I asked.
"It is very likely she will not want to hurt your feelings at first. But you should try to be receptive to subtle hints she may give you," she explained.
"You've got to help me. You are a doctor. Isn't there anything you can do?" I pleaded.
"I promise to help you as best I can. First off, has your penis gained back any length since you stopped taking the Fiburon?" she asked.
"I don't think so but I haven't measured it."
"Well let's take a look and go from there," she smiled. She went to fetch the measuring tape as I fumbled with my belt buckle. "Don't be shy," she laughed.
She got on her knees this time and grabbed the tip of my penis and measured the topside. "I need to get a closer look to be exact."
What a moment I has having. From my perspective I could look down her shirt and admire her nice tits. As I stared I felt her hot breath on my dick. I was going to lose it at any moment now. "Four inches even. I see there hasn't been much improvement," she said softly. "Maybe we should measure the girth. It is very important to have a thick cock to please a woman right." She wrapped the tape slowly around my shaft and announced, "Four and a half inches. Unfortunately that is on the small side as well. Six to seven inches around would be ideal I suspect while 5 and a half is average."
I tried to control my breathing. Anything to live the moment one second longer. I lost it completely when she got up and told me, "I'm sorry Chris, there is not much I can do. Your penis is too small and will likely never satisfy any woman." I sprayed my load and a few drops landed below her skirt just above her knee. "Now look what you've done, clean that up," she demanded.
I grabbed my boxers from the floor as she lifted her leg onto the stool. I was no fool and knew this would be the perfect opportunity to get a nice view of the promised land. Her leg was high enough on the stool that her skirt began to hike up. I began to clean her thick bronze thighs as I stared underneath her skirt to see she wasn't wearing panties at all. She was completely shaved and her pussy was very intimidating. Puffy pink lips that I wished I could taste. But she was done teasing as she moved backwards calling me a pervert. I put my pants back on and tried to regain my composure. I apologized for my lack of control.
"Well if there is nothing else, I have work to do," she said.
"Just one thing," I said.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Is there really nothing you can do to make it bigger?"
"No, there isn't anything I can do. But that is not important. You seem to enjoy knowing your penis is worthless. In time you will fantasize of your girlfriend enjoying her big dicked ex while you jerk off. That is if you don't already. So I ask you, do you truly wish your little prick wasn't so little?"
Wow, was all I could think. She was so blunt it knocked me back. "I... uh..."
"I thought so. So if there is nothing else I will see you next week." She handed me a bottle of pills. "Take these twice a day and please settle your account before you leave." And with that she was out the door.
It was a few days later before me and Rachel hooked up again. I was still taking the pills Dr. Saza had prescribed to me. But to be honest I didn't really know what they were for. I assumed they were supposed the mild depression I have since recovered from.
Rachel let herself in. I was preparing a light dinner for her. As she neared the kitchen I greeted her and suggested she wait in the living room for me to finish up. She was looking absolutely fantastic. Tight, tight jeans that flaunted her sexy curves. Her toned stomach was visible above her low cut jeans followed by a black tank top. I suspected she was wearing a push up bra as her tits looked larger than normal. Her hair was pinned up. Her beautiful face, bright green eyes and slender nose was the icing on the cake.
We ate dinner and spoke of trivial things. Afterwards it took only one look and I knew what she had in mind. The sexy bedroom eyes were unmistakable. We moved to the couch and started kissing heavily. She was rubbing my thigh right next to where my small dick had reached its peak of four inches. Her hand began to trace alongside my erection beneath my jeans. It was at that moment the kissing ended and she sat straight back on the couch.
"What's wrong?' I asked.
"It's nothing," she replied. Her eyes were fixed on the floor.
"You can tell me. Are we moving to fast?" I inquired.
"No, it's not that."
"I guess a lot has changed since we were together all those years back. If there's anything I can do just let me know. You know I love you madly," I said.
After a few moments of silence she asked, "Did you date anyone since we broke up?"
I wanted to lie. After all it had been almost three years since we had parted ways. "To be honest, no, I didn't. I was in love with the bottle and really have nothing positive to say about the time we've been apart."
"Yes, I'm happy that you have grown out of that. You were a real asshole when you drank. So you really haven't slept with anyone besides me?" she asked.
"Just you, sounds kind of pathetic doesn't it?"
"No, I actually love that about you. I don't know if I could still love you if you had been with anyone else."
"And you?" I asked.
"And me what?" She gave me the look. The look that meant I've been bad but you still love me look.
"Well have you been with anyone since we've been apart?" I asked.
"Maybe," was all she said. The look was still there. She, I think, was unsure or what my reaction would be.
