Debbie was getting desperate. It was early August and she still hadn't lost her virginity. She had listened to the other girls' experiences raptly but just hadn't found the right opportunity. It was her own fault, she supposed. After all, she hardly ever left the house. Short of soliciting men online (um, no) she couldn't think of a way to meet any men, much likely one she'd want to have sex with.
And now, she had to take her sad virginal self to the gynecologist. Her mother had suggested she get on birth control "just in case" before going off to college, and of course the doctor's office insisted she come in for an exam before prescribing anything. Debbie hadn't ever even looked at her own vulva in a mirror, and now she was going to have to spread her legs for a total stranger and expose her most vulnerable areas. Worse, they were going to...touch her. She hadn't done that either. She knew all her friends did, but she had always felt embarrassed and shy about her body, even when she was alone.
She showered, carefully soaping herself and rinsing thoroughly. Then she dried off and stood stark naked before her full-length bathroom mirror, and forced herself to look. It was a good enough body, she supposed. Unlike most of her friends, she was a tiny little thing. She stood just under five foot tall, with pert breasts the size of small apples. She was unshaven, a small mass of soft blonde curls covering her mound. She hoped she wasn't supposed to shave for the gynecologist.
Debbie arrived at the doctor's office promptly at five o'clock, the last appointment of the day. The doctor, predictably, was not prompt. He was running late—probably, Debbie thought sourly, because he was old and slow. Her mother had been seeing him since before Debbie was born.
"Miss Hall?" called the receptionist. "Dr. Stewart is almost ready for you. When you go back, I'm going to go ahead and close up the office because I've got to go pick up my kid from daycare. I've already got your information, so when your examination is done, you can go ahead and just leave, okay? The door will lock behind you."
"Oh, um...okay, sure."
Someone murmured in the back office, and the receptionist leaned back for a moment, listening.
"Looks like he's ready for you," she said with a smile. "I'll take you on back."
Debbie followed her down the hall and into a small examination room. She eyed the table and the folded cloth on it nervously.
"Go ahead and change into the gown and sit on the table. The doctor will be with you in a moment."
When Debbie was alone, she swallowed hard. It would be fine, she told herself. No problem. The exam would be short, and then she'd be dressed again and back in her car in no time. She stripped down, folding each piece of clothing carefully and placing it on a chair. Then she wrapped the gown tightly around herself, holding it closed. She sat gingerly on the edge of the exam table, crossing her legs tightly.
A brief knock announced the doctor's arrival, and when he opened the door, Debbie felt her eyes widen. He was not old. He was young, and he was gorgeous: a strong jaw, dark wavy hair, chocolate brown eyes. Debbie swallowed again. This was the man who was about to look at her vagina.
"You're not Dr. Stewart," she stammered.
"I guess you were expecting my father," he said with a kind smile. "If you're not comfortable, I can always make you an appointment with him instead."
"No, it's...it's okay. It's my first time," Debbie said, her cheeks flaming as her wording made her think of the pact. "Uh, I mean, I haven't seen him before, and I'd rather just get this over with."
"Okay, then let's get started. I have a few questions for you first," he said, looking down at the clipboard he held. "How old are you?"
"Eighteen."
"All right. And the date you began your last menstrual period?"
"Oh. Um. The fifteenth, I think?"
"Fine. And your periods are regular?"
"Yeah, pretty much."
"Are you sexually active?"
Debbie felt herself blushing again. "No. Not yet."
"Okay," he smiled. "We're going to start with the breast exam. Why don't you go ahead and lie back on the table."
Keeping her knees tightly together, Debbie lifted her legs onto the table and slowly leaned back. She couldn't take her gaze from Dr. Stewart's face. He was unbelievably hot, and he was about to touch her breasts. He was about to be the first person who had ever touched her breasts. She felt her heart start to beat a bit faster, and hoped he wouldn't notice.
"May I?" he asked softly, gesturing to her gown.
Debbie nodded. He drew the gown apart over her breasts, and Debbie squirmed uncomfortably as the gown fell entirely open, exposing her naked body to him.
"Sorry about that," he murmured, politely averting his eyes away from her body. "These things kind of suck."
"It's okay," Debbie managed. "I mean, you're going to see everything anyway, right?"
The doctor smiled down at her. "That's one way of looking at it. If you're comfortable, I'm going to start with the breast exam. This is something you can and should do yourself regularly at home. Better to catch any issues as soon as possible."
When his fingers brushed her breast, she jolted slightly. Her skin prickled and she was horrified to feel herself growing heavy and warm between her legs. His hands felt amazing on her, even though the way he was touching her was so obviously clinical. He was staring at her breasts, his face so serious, and she wondered what he thought of them. Did he like them? Or were they too small?
As he adjusted the position of his hand, his thumb brushed against her nipple. She let out a tiny moan and felt her nipple harden instantly. It was so sensitive. She wanted him to do it again, desperately.
"Are you doing all right?" he asked.
"Yes." It came out in a whisper.
"Okay. I'm going to examine the other breast now."
He used firmer pressure this time, and her nipple was already hard when he grazed it, this time with his palm. Debbie heard herself whimper, felt herself going hot all over. This couldn't be happening to her. She felt a pulsing between her legs, firm, needy. It was an unfamiliar feeling, yet she knew exactly what it was.
"Everything feels good here," Dr. Stewart said. "Now we'll do the vaginal exam. Go ahead and put your feet here, and scoot down to the bottom of the table."
Debbie moved into position as the doctor pulled two latex gloves out of a box nearby and put them on. She thought her heart would beat right out of her chest as he spread her feet wide apart and exposed her. He gazed directly at her, and then raised his head to look her in the eyes.
"You look a little red and swollen. Have you been experiencing any pain or discomfort?"
"No," she said, pleased to hear her voice was steady.
"Hmm." She felt a very gentle touch on her labia as the doctor looked back down at her. "Is this amount of discharge normal for you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you've got a fair amount of discharge here. Is that normal for you?"
She knew what that was, and she knew it meant that she was very, very wet.
"I...I don't really know."
"Okay, that's all right, don't worry. I'm going to perform the digital exam first, make sure everything feels normal in there."
