Jennifer sat in the waiting room of the OBGYN's office, crossing and uncrossing her legs. The two receptionists at the desk were both occupied, and the waiting room was empty but for Jennifer, a fact for which she was very grateful. She knew her discomfort was obvious and, if one were to sit next to her, it was possible to detect the faint odor of her extreme arousal.
It had been two weeks. She dripped with excitement constantly and no matter how much she masturbated or how many times she had sex with her current fling, it just wouldn't go away. Wearing underwear was torture; she was aroused so constantly that even the tiniest brush of material on her sensitive clit would send her over the edge. She woke up every morning drenched and craving something she just couldn't put her finger on. Finally she could take it no more and booked an appointment with her long-time gynecologist Dr. Patty.
Jennifer had been seeing Dr. Patty since her junior year in high school when her first boyfriend had cheated on her with the town bicycle. After ruining the girl's reputation and surprising the patrons of a restaurant by throwing an entire glass of water into her boyfriend's face, she had gone straight to Dr. Patty to make sure she had not caught anything unfortunate as a result of her boyfriend's infidelity. She had been clean, thank god, and despite the awkwardness of a first gynecologist appointment, Dr. Patty did her best to make Jennifer comfortable.
A no-nonsense woman in her early 40's, Dr. Patty had raised three children and had seen it all. She was wise, unflappable and totally unaware of her physical appearance. Though not a beauty by any means, Patty had perfect, almost porcelain skin and delicate hands more suited to piano playing than wielding a speculum. Her nails were always manicured with the same color: OPI's Big Apple Red. She had turned Jennifer onto the color as well after only a few appointments. Trim in figure, she dressed in nondescript sweater sets over which she wore a lab coat. She wore Ralph Lauren loafers not for the brand but because she found them more comfortable than any other type of shoe. Jennifer looked up to her in a way that was perhaps unusual for a patient to gynecologist relationship but there is an odd sort of camaraderie when you have allowed a strange woman to poke around your lady parts.
After a few moments, Jennifer's name was called by a nurse. She was instructed to give a urine sample and then make herself comfortable in one of the examination rooms. Jennifer walked into the bathroom and pulled down her running shorts. She positioned herself over the sample cup but could only drip from excitement. Concentrating hard, she finally squeezed out enough for the sample and put it through the little door. A few drops of her juice floated obviously within the cup but Jennifer was beyond caring.
In the examination room, Jennifer stripped and put on the desperately unfortunate cotton wrap that was standard in the gynecological profession. Jennifer had firm D-cups of which she was normally very proud but was now cursing, as her tortured nipples rubbed against the cotton. She knew she was dripping onto the paper of the examining chair and considered honorable suicide via speculum before Dr. Patty came in. This truly was an embarrassing situation but she had complete faith that Dr. Patty would know exactly what the matter was and how to fix it. She always did.
Soon Dr. Patty came in, greeting Jennifer as she always did and making small talk. She sat on the small stool at the end of the examining table and smiled. "You know the drill, Jennifer. Feet into the stirrups."
Jennifer hesitated. She knew that her pussy would be stretched wide open by the positioning of the stirrups and wasn't sure she could handle it. Finally, she decided to come clean.
"Dr. Patty...I just wanted to give you a head's up as to why I'm even here." Jennifer cleared her throat uncomfortably and felt herself blushing. "I...uh...I'm constantly...aroused. I guess you would say." She felt herself go even darker red and both her face and her pussy felt like they were on fire. "I don't know what the matter is. But it won't go away, and I think I'm going to die, partially of embarrassment. I just didn't want you to get down there and...think...well I don't know. Anyway there it is and I think I'd like to die now so if you could just hand me something with which to bash my brains in I'd be awfully appreciative."
Dr. Patty threw back her head and laughed heartily. She knew exactly what the problem was and saw enormous hilarity in Jennifer's discomfort, thinking that she was the only woman to which this kind of thing happened.
"Okay Jennifer, thanks for the warning. Now put your feet up and let's see if we can clear things up."
Jennifer lay back on the table and slipped her feet into the stirrups.
Dr. Patty moved closer and turned on the examining light. She had to stop herself from gasping; Jennifer hadn't been kidding. Her clit was engorged and protruding from its little shell. Her tiny hole was dripping juice that ran all the way down her ass crack, begging to be licked. Jennifer squirmed and it was clear that she was uncomfortable.
Dr. Patty cleared her throat. "I'm going to start touching now, is that okay?"
"Yes," came the faint answer.
Slowly, Dr. Patty pulled Jennifer's lips apart, checking to make sure there were no physical irregularities in or around the area. She moved her hands over Jennifer's inner thighs, and noted they were quaking with the effort of suppression. She traced the edge of one nail over Jennifer's poor little clit. She heard a sharp intake of breath.
"Are you doing okay up there?" Dr. Patty asked.
"If you are, I'm going to do some touching inside just to make sure nothing is out of the ordinary."
"Okay," Jennifer responded in a strangled voice. She was having seriously bad thoughts and knew she was on the edge of another, useless orgasm. She felt Dr. Patty's long and delicate finger slip inside her and a new wave of goo slithered out of her hole. She had always been attracted to girls but never had the opportunity, or the nerve, to act on it. Though she knew this was totally professional, Jennifer couldn't help but wish that Dr. Patty would move her finger in and out and maybe do a little licking while she was down there.
Dr. Patty curled up the tip of her finger, her nail brushing the top wall of the inside of Jennifer's pussy. Jennifer now could not help herself and let out a tiny moan. Dr. Patty noticed this but made no comment and continued to brush the tip of her nail backwards and forwards as Jennifer's hole leaked more and more juice.
After what seemed like an eternity, Dr. Patty removed her finger from Jennifer's slit. Turning to the sink to wash her hands, she said, "Just as I thought—your clitoral sponge is highly over-full. When the pressure is released, it results in squirting, which is the liquid of the clitoral sponge being expelled via the urethra during orgasm. Being that it is such a delicate and temperamental part of the vagina it's no wonder that you've been in such discomfort. But don't worry, nothing is wrong or broken down there."
Jennifer breathed a sigh of relief, but the moment was short lived. "But Dr. Patty, what can I do about it? I'm going nuts over here and I've been masturbating like a fiend and nothing's helped." She blushed at this accidental confession and failed to notice Dr. Patty's grin.
Dr. Patty reassured Jennifer, "That's pretty typical actually. Because of the location of the clitoral sponge, it's really difficult to reach via masturbation or even during sexual intercourse. The easiest way I've found to set it off is via oral sex but even that sometimes doesn't work, depending on the skill level of your partner."
"Oh Christ," Jennifer muttered to herself. "My current fling doesn't really know what to do down there for whatever reason. Guess I'll have to go to Craigslist and hire someone that does." She began to sit up and collect herself.
