I didn't become an obstetrician & gynecologist because it paid well or because I loved the notoriety of being a physician. I had a secret love that far transcended any of that. I became a physician because I love women, specifically, their vaginas.
No one was shocked when I went into medicine. I had the sharp mind and the steady hand of a future surgeon. Everyone told me I was stupid for going into gynecology because I could have chosen any avenue but I knew it was the right fit for me. Medical school was long and grueling and my residencies weren't any easier. I got barely any sleep and I knew that if I kept going like this I would completely burn out before I had even begun.
I found a job working at a small practice with Dr. Alan Gunther. He was my mentor as a gynecologist and he taught me all the little things about women and their vaginas that books couldn't teach. He taught me how to slow down and ask the right questions because medicine is about solving mysteries of the body and you have to do your research to come to the right conclusions.
He was a good man and when he passed away at age 57 from a heart attack I thought I was out of a job until a lawyer called me and told me that he had left me the practice in his will. Suddenly, I was a 36-year-old doctor with my own gynecology practice. I wish I could say I did a good job of honoring Dr. Gunther's purpose but being in charge of things went to my head.
Most of Dr. Gunther's staff decided to stay with me but they didn't like me much. I was bossy and I started making changes right away to the way we did things. I updated to a computerized note system and started spending less time with each patient.
"Dr. Johnson, we need to talk."
"Yes, Marjorie?" She was a stocky woman who had worked as a nurse for Dr. Gunther for decades before my arrival. In a lot of ways, she knew more about running this practice than I did.
"You can't keep doing these fifteen-minute appointments. It's just not ethical."
"Things have changed since Dr. Gunther's time. Plenty of doctors do it," I told her.
Majorie sighed. "Your last appointment is in room four."
"Thank you, Majorie." I entered room four, knocking first to make sure the patient was ready for me to come in. I entered and stopped dead in my tracks. The woman sitting gingerly on the end of the table was someone I knew, or maybe I should say I knew her once from college.
"Adina? Oh my God! It's you!" I squealed.
"Jenni?" she squealed back. I would have hugged her but she was already stripped down and wearing the paper gown Marjorie had given her.
"Yeah! How have you been?"
"I didn't know you became a doctor."
"Yeah! This is actually my practice now," I explained.
"Wow, you've really done well for yourself," she said with admiration and I flashed back to college, to the night we had spent together. I remembered the way her legs had wrapped around my neck as I buried my face in her perfect pussy. I could feel myself getting wet. Adina still looked good. I wished that I could do something about that but I was a doctor now. Sex with a patient was prohibited. I knew this and I was taking it seriously.
"Thanks. You ready for your exam?" I washed my hands and put on a pair of disposable gloves.
"I'm ready, sure."
"Slide on down and put your feet into the stirrups," I said calmly, the way Dr. Gunther had trained me. He had been so good with his patients and sometimes I wondered if I would ever be half the doctor that he was. I watched Adina slide down. I tented her legs so she couldn't see me looking at her pussy. "Let your legs fall open naturally, please. That's it, nice job Adina."
I took a look at her pussy and was pleased to see that everything looked healthy when I felt my own pussy twitching with excitement. This had happened to me on many occasions and I'd never done anything about it. I'd just let the feelings come and go as Dr. Gunther had explained I should do. I knew better than to let a patient get to me sexually, no matter how pretty her pussy was.
It's just that Adina's pussy was one of the prettiest I had ever seen. I conducted the exam with the fingers of a doctor, pushing around to check for any abnormalities or pain. Adina looked completely healthy and I couldn't help but notice that her pussy was getting wetter as the exam went on. I wanted to say something to her about it but I couldn't. I didn't want to be unprofessional in any way. Adina was a paying patient, just like any other. I didn't want to treat her differently because she was my friend from college and we'd had sex once.
"So, Jen, remember back in college when we -" she paused. "This is awkward is it?"
"No, not at all. Go on," I encouraged her. My heart was beating fast. I already knew where this was going. I already knew that she wanted to fuck me, right there in my office. I paused. I thought about getting up and locking the door. My fingers were still inside of her and instead of pulling them out I let them linger there and I was pushing around until I found her G-spot. I knew that I shouldn't be doing this.
"You feel any pain?" I asked her.
"No. Quite the opposite. It feels really, really good."
"Do you want me to stop?" I asked.
"No. I want you to keep going. I want to fuck you again." Our eye met and I stroked her G-Spot with my fingers. She let out a loud scream.
"You've got to be quieter than that if we are going to do this," I explained to her. "Think you can do that?"
"Yes," she said, her breath already short and syncopated in rhythm. I had never done anything with a patient before and I could almost hear Dr. Gunther whispering in my ear that I was going to lose everything I had worked my entire life for over this girl's pussy. My fingers were deep inside of her and she was moaning softly. I stood up and leaned down over her, kissing her mouth.
"Jenni."
"Adina." We kissed again, our tongues all over one another. I knew things had escalated past the point they should have, but instead of turning back I plowed forward, looking to satisfy the deep cravings for pussy within me. I had been working long hours and hadn't been able to do any of the things I had wanted to do. I couldn't remember the last time I'd been on a date and my sex life nonexistent since I'd taken over the practice. I was exhausted and yet with Adina underneath me I felt like I was finally back in the game, finally living again.
"Jenni..." she moaned again and I liked the way she said my name like it meant something to her.
I hit her G-Spot with my fingers again, this time pressing it harder as we kissed deeply. I could feel her pussy tense up and then relax. I knew she had squirted all over the patient room when I heard the splash of water hit the floor. She went limp beneath me and I looked down at her drooling, listless face and knew that I had already made her cum harder than she was ever expecting.
"You okay?" I asked. "Should I stop?"
"I want to eat your pussy," she begged me.
"Right here?"
"Yes. Please, give it to me." I looked around the small room. I pulled my fingers from her pussy and I made sure the door was locked. I couldn't believe I had gone this far with the exam without first locking the door. If Marjorie or anyone else found me fucking a patient my career as a doctor would be over. I was feeling nervous as I thought about my entire career being flushed down the toilet over Adina. I wasn't sure if it was worth it but I wasn't thinking clearly. My brain was clouded by lust.
"Take off the gown," I commanded her and I began to take off my own clothes. My lab coat was the first to go and then my clothes. I was naked except for my tasteful heels when I climbed up on top of Adina. "I hope you're ready to eat some pussy," I stared her down.
