Amber filled the exam room with fear and tangerine body spray, she couldn't believe she had waited nineteen years before scheduling her first gynecologist's appointment. She had recently finished high school, which is where her fears had been stirred. The other girls had chatted about "pussy jacks" that crank you open and allow your pussy to view the world. Then there were the pounds of petroleum jelly used to explore your rectum.
Amber undressed slowly trying to avoid the horrid imagery that the girls' locker room had implanted in her genitals.
Amber was easy on the eyes, she had medium breasts with dark nipples, curved hips, and legs that led to a patch of hair that formed an arrowhead slightly above her pubic lips. The arrow laid softly against her skin awaiting someone to follow directions. She slipped on the paper robe and slide herself onto the exam table. The cold steel seeped between her legs as she wiggled to reposition herself on the paper. There was a faint hum of music sneaking under the door from the lobby, Amber allowed herself to recline and think about the event that had brought her here.
Two days before, Amber had her first sexual encounter with her high school sweetheart, Bobby. He had always bragged about his conquests before her; his first time with her begged to differ. She thought about Bobby's beer coated breath staining the memory of her first time. He closed his eyes and poked her inner thighs with his clumsy cock. She had dreamt of surrendering her virginity on a bear skinned rug in front of a fire place or on a beach with her toes curled around the sand.
Her reality was the back seat of an old Chevy station wagon with a missing bumper and broken passenger door. She had nearly bit through the seatbelt that dangled against her chin in order to mask her pussy's disappointment in Bobby's awkward attempts to make her moan. He grunted as his sloppy member found its way into her core. His belt buckle dug into her knee as the heel of his left boot continuously scraped her ankle.
Bobby whispered into her ear but she drowned him out by replaying different fantasies in her mind. The speed of his unrhythmic thrusts increased as her ass wiggled beneath him trying to relieve itself of the artificial leather back seat. In return, Bobby pounded her with force, grunting and growling while fumbling with the buttons on her shirt.
The harder he thrust, the more limp her body became. He slid his cock out to the tip and slammed back into her yawning hole. He repeated twice before driving his chin into her collar bone and letting out the cry of an injured boy. Amber felt an unwanted void that she hoped would disappear once her body was filled with cum and romance. His inexperience disgusted every erogenous zone on her body as she vowed to replace this memory with a satisfying one...
Dr. Lawrence walked in and asked her to sit up. He was near 6'1 with dark hair that was sprinkled with silver highlights. His facial features were strong and the stubble around his mouth made him appear ruggedly sexy. His hands were large and Amber could faintly see the dark hair that sprout from his knuckles. He asked her to lay back and place her feet in the stirrups, she giggled at the thought that her pussy had looked two people in the eyes within two days. She obeyed.
