This story is inspired by, and dedicated to, a gifted young writer who posts under the tag "blin18". I would encourage my readers to take some time to enjoy her wonderfully creative, entertaining and sexy stories; and especially, (although not exclusively!), The Headmaster's Office 01, which gave me the idea for this particular tale, which is a tiny bit edgier than most of my other stories! - PS
All characters in this story who are involved in serious sexual situations are at least 18 years old - PS
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Belinda turned the shower off. As she dried herself with a large fluffy towel, she was positively tingling, especially when she got to that rather warm and sensitive place between her legs!
"Finally!" she thought to herself, as she anticipated the upcoming afternoon. It had taken a lot of coaxing, (to say nothing of flirting!), to get Greg to agree to help her finalize her university course selections, which were due on Monday. They were attending the same institution, and apparently, as he had shyly pointed out to her recently, there were some concerns about a few of the possible choices. No doubt this was because, since she knew Greg at least well enough for this, he had "done his homework". And more importantly, maybe, just maybe, it might lead to him asking her out on a "real" date, not just coffee, or a quick bite, with their mutual friends. She didn't know quite for certain why she was so attracted to him, but those soulful brown eyes, and serious, quiet and genuine, personality probably had a lot to do with it.
Belinda hung up the bath towel and set to work with her hair dryer. When she was finished, she took a moment to look at her reflection in the full length mirror. She was what her mother called petite; not quite five feet tall, with long light blond hair, (she had been letting it grow to show off its natural waves), blue eyes, (her best feature), and a clear milky complexion. She didn't consider herself beautiful, or anything like that, but she thought she looked "OK". Her breasts weren't all that large, but on her slender frame they made her appear "stacked", each one adorned with a pert brownish nipple. She didn't have much in the way of hips, and she also thought her legs were a bit too skinny. At the intersection of her thighs there was a wispy patch of pubic hair that was almost as light as that on her head, which was not so often the case with other "real blondes" she observed in the shower room. It did a rather poor job of hiding her more intimate sexual anatomy, although, so far, no boy had been able to find this out for himself!
Turning from the mirror, and leaving the washroom, Belinda began a leisurely stroll down the hall in the nude. She rather enjoyed the feeling that being naked gave her, sort of sexy and free. But she rarely got the chance to indulge herself, even in the privacy of her own house, as her mother frowned on this type of behavior. They had already had several arguments about Belinda sunbathing topless on their private patio out back.
"You know that showing off like that makes your father uncomfortable," her mother had lectured her, the second or third time she had been caught mostly undressed while lounging on the chaise.
"It's only tits Mom," she had countered, "you can see as many as you want at the movies; or on TV any night of the week."
"Well, don't you dare go any farther; young lady!"
"And why not?" Belinda had thought to herself rather defiantly. She was more than a little tempted, at some point, to "push the envelope" by discarding her bikini bottom as well, so she could get an "all over" tan. So her father got to see her nude ... I mean, so what?
The "tits", once a source of despair due to their diminutive size, had now become a matter of delight; nature having mercifully intervened over the last year or so to provide her with a decent figure, and she often received admiring looks when she wore a tight fitting top. Tossing into the waste bin the older versions of her bras gave her a lot of pleasure. They didn't fit any more ... how sad!
But you never know about mothers, she mused to herself, just when you think ...
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"I called Dr. Bishop; he'll be seeing you next Tuesday at 4; so you need to come home from work early ... can you arrange that?"
"Dr. Bishop ... what for ... I'm not sick?"
"You're starting on the pill before you go away for university."
For one of the very few times in her young life, Belinda was completely speechless!
Sensing Belinda's astonishment, her mother explained, although she was blushing more than a little as she did so.
"When I was your age; I know you'll have a hard time imagining that ... but anyway, I was away from home, and I met a boy in psych class; and fell for him ... hard! I guess he fell for me too; and even though we were both virgins, pretty soon we started sleeping together."
Belinda could hardly believe what she was hearing ... from her own mother!
"Now look Belinda, you're almost an adult; I'm not telling you to go have sex with the first guy you find attractive ... but sometimes, at your age; things happen ... at least they did to me."
"So," her mother continued, turning even redder, "he was using condoms ... we were young, but not completely stupid ... and once, one slipped off by accident inside me; right in the middle of my cycle. Needless to say I was pretty worried; it was about two weeks of absolute hell until my period came! Anyway, nothing awful happened ... fortunately ... and afterwards I went to the Student Health Centre, and got a prescription ... we stayed together 'til early second year, and then we split."
"Belinda," her mother added in a serious tone, "it was just a campus romance, not the real thing. And when you meet the right one, you just know ... or at least I did when your father came along."
"So the point of all this is that I can't tell you what to do ... except I'm still you mother ... and the last thing I want is to get is a phone call one night along the lines of: 'Mom; I think I might be pregnant.' ... and he still has to use a condom until you're absolutely certain about STD's ... understood?"
"Yes Mom," Belinda had replied meekly.
* * *
Belinda had known Dr. Bishop since she was little, but she was still a bit apprehensive about the appointment, which she knew would involve an internal exam. Her best friend Rebecca had gone through one recently for the same reason, and when Belinda asked her about it, what she heard was not completely reassuring. However, notwithstanding that, she had decided to call back his office and ask if she could get her physical for university at the same time.
"If I'm going to have to undress anyway," she reasoned, "it might as well be for Dr. Bishop rather than some stranger on campus."
The receptionist had greeted her at Dr. Bishop's office, and shortly afterwards his nurse ushered her into an examination room.
"You might as well take everything off now," the nurse explained in a matter-of-fact way, handing her a hospital gown, "because it's a lot easier for the doctor to do the upstairs part without your bra, and you'll have to take your panties off for the downstairs bit anyway."
When the nurse left her, Belinda stripped off her clothes and underwear, and wrapped herself in the blue cotton garment the nurse had provided, although she noticed that her hands were trembling a little.
"Get a grip," she scolded herself, "it's just Dr. Bishop."
The nurse returned a few minutes later with a portable EKG machine.
"Why don't you just get rid of the gown for a minute and lie down there," she ordered, "and could you take your shoes off as well please. I can cover you once I've connected everything."
Belinda got up on the examination table and, after dropping her sandals on the floor, she shed the gown, tossing it aside so that she could lie down, completely naked. The nurse, whose name tag said "Jane", and something or other "RN", began to apply the disposable electrodes to various places on her body, and then connecting them to a wiring harness attached to the machine.
"Do you want that over you now?" Jane asked her when she was finished.
"Will this take long?"
"No."
"I'm fine for now; it's pretty warm in here."
Belinda waited patiently for the machine to spit out her chart. And just as the nurse was tearing off the paper graph, there was a tap on the door, and Dr. Bishop came in. What a way to start; starkers ... and wired for sound!
"Hello Belinda; it's been a while" he said pleasantly, "... are you done Jane?"
Jane nodded her assent, and began removing the EKG paraphernalia.
"Hello Dr. Bishop," Belinda managed to blurt, as if she wasn't lying there in the altogether ... sheesh!
"Why don't you sit up now Belinda, so we can get started," Dr. Bishop asked, "would you like Jane to stay here while I examine you?"
"No it's OK" she replied, trying at her best 'big girl' voice; as if men, even if they weren't doctors, got to see her naked all the time ... right!
But Dr. Bishop was all business, offering her the hospital gown to put around her middle, which she refused.
"Bit late for that!" she said to him, trying to make a joke.
"I suppose so," he replied with a smile, "but I always must ask, just good professional practice."
He proceeded to go through the various parts of the physical, along with numerous questions, which he noted on a clipboard. Somehow it didn't seem to matter quite so much, as he listened to this, and felt that, that she had nothing on.
"Belinda I don't want to pry into your personal life, but I'm afraid I have to ask if you're a virgin before I do the rest of the exam."
"No," Belinda lied. She had known this question was coming at some point, and it was much better to tell a falsehood than admit she had long ago masturbated away any traces of her virtue.
"Just once," she added, trying to sound authentic, and looking Dr. Bishop in the eye for good measure.
"Yeah sure," she thought with some inward sarcasm, remembering the frequent sessions with the dildo she had laid claim to from the rather extensive collection in the girl's dorm, "just once, as in, just once every night when I was horny!"
"OK," Dr. Bishop replied making some sort of mark with his pen, "by the way, do you smoke?"
"No sir; it bothers me to even be near a lit cigarette."
"Good girl ... I won't prescribe the pill for women who do," and then he explained with a sly look, "sort of my way of trying to make them choose between smoking, and sex without a condom. Probably doesn't work, and probably unethical, but it's for a good cause!"
Belinda giggled, Dr. Bishop had more of a sense of humour than she had suspected!
"This is your first internal exam?'
"Yes sir."
"I figured it was, but I had to ask. Now then Belinda, I want you to try to relax. I know it's hard under the circumstances, but let me explain something to you. There are guidelines about prescribing birth control pills, and I have to follow them. I personally think this is totally unnecessary for any healthy young women such as yourself, but I don't have a lot of choice, because in the unlikely event that something was wrong, and I didn't do the pelvic exam, and you had a problem, well, I could be in a lot of trouble."
"I understand."
"You're sure you don't want Jane here for this?"
"No sir, I'm fine," Belinda replied. She wasn't; but there was no way she was going to admit it to Dr. Bishop!
"You can put that back on now, if you like," Dr. Bishop said, pointing at the hospital gown once again.
"Why ... I'm not cold," she replied, ignoring his suggestion. Whatever was coming next, Belinda was determined not to be some sort of wimp! I mean, what was the point of covering up now?
"OK ... now then, lie back down with your hips at the edge of the table and I'll help you put your feet in the stirrups. I know it's embarrassing and uncomfortable, but I have to be able to see everything. I'll be as quick and gentle as I can," Dr. Bishop said as he pulled on a fresh pair of surgical gloves from a box on a shelf, and then moved a bright light so it shone on Belinda's rather defenseless, and very exposed, personal anatomy!
"You know Belinda," he said conversationally, "as a doctor you just never know about patients; especially female patients."
