(The reader is advised to read Parts 1 &2&3 first.)
Jennifer realised that if she was going to lose her virginity, she would have to protect herself against pregnancy. She made an appointment with the family doctor, and when the time came she sat patiently in the waiting room to be called. A nurse called her name, and Jennifer was led into the consulting room. She was expecting to see the family GP, Dr Watkins, who was well into his sixties, but instead, there was a much younger doctor sitting at the desk. He introduced himself as Dr Taylor.
Jennifer was flustered; she had psyched herself up to see Dr Watkins, but was now confronted with a rather handsome young man. She almost decided to pretend that her visit was for something else, but that would have delayed her objective - she stuck to her guns.
"What can I do for you today, Miss Wyndham-Brent?" he enquired.
Jennifer felt herself blushing.
"I want to get sorted out for... I need to go on the pill."
"So I take it you are sexually active?" he asked.
"Yes, er, well no, I have..." Jennifer had not prepared any answers. She could hardly tell him of her masturbatory habits, such as the cucumber used as a dildo, or the passionate sex with her friend Julia.
"I mean - I expect to be... soon".
Dr Taylor raised an eyebrow.
"I take it you have a partner?" he asked.
Jennifer realised she could hardly admit that she was going to go to a party at the end of the month and desperately hoped to get herself fucked. She decided to lie.
"Yes, I have."
"I see," Dr Taylor said.
He then proceeded to give Jennifer a long lecture on the responsibility of starting a sexually active lifestyle - venereal disease, probabilities of pregnancy if using the pill, coil, diaphragm or condom. She was sure she was blushing violently.
"Do you still want to proceed with the pill?" he asked.
She nodded her head.
"Right," Dr Taylor continued, "now what is required is a pelvic examination - it is standard procedure when prescribing the pill. I will call a nurse to attend."
He spoke briefly on the phone and a nurse duly arrived. Jennifer's recent encounter with Julia had opened her eyes to the fairer sex. The nurse was about Jennifer's height, and of slim build, and wore a pale green nurse's uniform. She was very pretty, and looked as if she was not much older than Jennifer. Her breasts were of generous size for her small frame, and strained beneath the tight confines of her uniform.
The nurse drew a screen around the bed and told Jennifer to strip to the waist and lie down. She took Jennifer's skirt and panties, placed them neatly on a chair, and draped a small sheet over her, to preserve her modesty.
"Ready, Doctor," she called.
Dr Taylor stepped around the screen, and lifted the sheet. He felt all over Jennifer's stomach, pressing quite hard with his gloved fingers. Jennifer watched his face. He was really very handsome, and her heart rate increased.
The doctor then started telling the nurse what he was doing, and Jennifer realised that she was a very junior nurse.
"We have to check the ovaries and uterus, nurse, to make sure there are no unusual swellings."
He then reached for a bottle of something, and poured a generous dollop of it over the middle finger of his right hand. To Jennifer's surprise he then spread her legs apart and inserted the finger between her pussy lips. Jennifer realised that the liquid was lubricant, because his finger slipped in easily. She could not suppress a shiver of pleasure as the digit entered her. Jennifer was grateful for the copious lubrication, because it masked her own wetness that she was sure was beginning to flow.
"Good Heavens," she thought, "I must be turning into a nymphomaniac - everything is sexy for me now!"
Dr Taylor then repeated the pushing and prodding over her abdomen, while moving his finger around, very deep in her pussy.
"I need to check the size, shape and position of the uterus and ovaries, nurse - so far all seem perfectly normal."
He stopped prodding her stomach and concentrated on moving his finger around in her pussy. Despite her embarrassment, Jennifer found the movement of his finger extremely pleasurable. So pleasurable that little ripples of sexual delight ran through her, and wild thoughts flooded her mind.
Wouldn't it be wonderful if the nurse and doctor stripped off their clothes and pleasured her?
"Vagina and vulva all normal, nurse," he continued, shattering her erotic fantasy.
Dr Taylor looked at Jennifer.
"No noticeable hymen - that means that intercourse should be pain-free."
Well, that explained why the cucumber had not caused any bleeding!
Jennifer looked at the doctor's crotch. There seemed to be a distinct bulge in his trousers - was the good doctor turned on by fingering Jennifer so intimately?
The doctor withdrew his finger and Jennifer thought that the examination was over, but no, Dr Taylor produced a weird metallic object, poured lubricant on it and inserted it into her. He then twiddled a knob and the device opened up, stretching her open. He knelt at her feet and shone a torch into her, twisting his head this way and that as he peered inside. The stretching felt far too enjoyable for Jennifer's liking, and the fact that the doctor's head was a mere six inches from her pussy filled her with more lascivious thoughts.
Jennifer had an impulse to shout out, "I just want to get fucked, Doctor, drop your trousers, and do it!"
The examination ended, the speculum was removed, and Dr Taylor left the nurse to assist Jennifer in getting dressed.
When she was dressed the nurse moved the screen aside, and Jennifer sat waiting for the doctor, who was busy writing down notes - presumably about his findings.
"Well, Jennifer," he said, "I am pleased to say that you seem in very good health, and I found no abnormalities. I will prescribe the pill. You must take one every day, and do not forget to take them - you must make it part of your daily routine. I advise no intercourse for at least a week, unless, of course, you use condoms. Do you have any?"
"No, doctor."
