Writer's note: A million thanks to my editor, aisielynn for the help.
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This is not a fast-paced erotica, so if you're looking to read about fucking right off the bat, this is not it.
Thank you.
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"Good morning, Dr. Anderson," Vanessa Waters greeted in a small, sweet voice as she entered the office.
Dr. Jake Anderson looked up and smiled at his young patient as she took a seat perpendicular to him at his table. "Good morning, Vanessa. Are you ready for your yearly checkup?"
"Yes, I am," she replied with a shy smile.
Jake hadn't seen her since last year, when she had been here for her annual checkup. He knew she had always been a shy person, even as a child. Jake's father had also been a doctor and was a friend of Vanessa's father, and Vanessa had been his patient since she was born. When the senior Dr. Anderson retired eight years ago, his son took over the clinic and had been overseeing Vanessa ever since.
Because of the relationship between the two families, Jake knew the Waters. Vanessa had been the only child to Donny and Cynthia Waters. She was only eleven when Cynthia died in a car accident. Donny became so overcome with grief that for the few months after that he couldn't care for his only daughter. He hired a nanny to look after Vanessa and, after he had finally recovered from his depressive state, he threw himself back into work as a lawyer, opting to let Vanessa's nanny play the role as both father and mother. He became extremely obsessive of Vanessa's safety so he had her pulled out of school and hired private tutors for her. The playdates and sleepovers stopped and for the past seven years, Vanessa's link to the outside world only involved her nanny and tutors.
Jake craned his neck, looking at the door as if expecting someone. "Hmm, that's funny."
"I'm sorry, but what's funny?" Vanessa asked nervously.
"I expected Jenna to come in with you," he said, referring to Vanessa's nanny, who was very zealous of her duty over her little charge.
"Oh," she said and blushed. "I asked her to wait for me at home. You see, I'll be going off to college in September; I can't afford to have her following me around everywhere anymore, can I? I have to learn to do things by myself."
The doctor was surprised at her words and glanced down at her medical file. "Oh, my, someone's turned eighteen last month," he said with a laugh. "Where has the time gone? One minute you were here in your mother's arms and now you're heading off to college."
Vanessa's eyes narrowed slightly in conviction. "You never saw me as a baby; it was your dad. You only started seeing me when I turned ten after your dad retired."
"All the more reasons for me to think how old I'm getting, because my memory's failing me," he groaned, making her laughed in delight.
"You're what, thirty-eight? That hardly qualifies as old, Dr. Anderson," she said.
He grinned back at her, glad to have gotten her out of her shell even for a brief moment. "I'm thirty-six, actually; I'm at the stage where I can't afford to have a couple of years added to my age," he said solemnly, making her laugh again. "Which college will you be going to, Vanessa?"
"Bard," she answered softly.
"You've always been talented in arts, Vanessa, just like your mother," he observed. "I'm surprised your dad didn't make you go to Yale. That's his alma mater, right?"
"And Bard was my mom's," she replied politely, though Jake detected a hint of teenaged stubbornness in her voice. "My dad couldn't argue with my choice."
"Yes, that's true. You're a big girl now; you're free to make your own choice," he agreed. "But New York! Bet you're excited to go there."
"I am, Dr. Anderson," she said, her face lighting up with excitement. "I can't wait to go there. I've never been."
Jake looked down at Vanessa's medical records and frowned. "Since you'll be heading off to New York, I think it's best that as soon as you found a clinic, you'll let me know so that I can direct your file to them."
Vanessa nodded slowly. "I will, Dr. Anderson," she answered, her voice subdued. "I hope I can find someone I feel comfortable with, like I do with you."
He smiled at her. "I'm just doing my job, Ms. Waters." He hesitated for a moment as a plan slowly took form in his mind. "If you like, I can tell you the kinds of exams you will get now that you're a young woman so that you'll be mentally prepared for them."
Her eyes widened with surprise and she looked slightly nervous. "There are different exams?"
"Yes. You'll need to be examined for various diseases. Breast and cervical cancers, for starters," he said, reeling her in.
Vanessa looked startled. "So...does that mean the doctor is going to touch these parts of me?"
"Of course, but you won't have to have these examinations until you're twenty, at least," he said. "Plenty of time for you to get used to your...new doctor," he added slyly and went to the sink. As he washed his hands, he looked to the mirror at Vanessa's reflection. She was frowning and biting her bottom lip, as if mulling over his words. Jake crossed his fingers, hoping his little patient would take the bait.
He didn't say anything else as he went back to the table and proceeded to check Vanessa's eyes, ears and throat and took note of her body temperature and blood pressure. He made sure to keep talking to her and made some jokes here and there, to remind her of the familiarity that she may or may not establish with her future doctor.
"All done here. If you'll go and change, I'll be right with you in five," Jake said.
As Vanessa disappeared behind the curtain to change, Jake took in a deep breath before releasing it as quietly as he could, mindful of the nurse who was standing nearby, ready to assist him. His accidental discovery of the beautiful Vanessa Waters' coming of age wrecked his senses. Even as a young child she had been pretty but Jake had never paid any attention to it. Until the year she turned sixteen. Her baby fat had disappeared and her face became more angular as her cheekbones and jawline became more pronounced, softened only by her long blonde hair. Her baby blue eyes became more cat-like and her voice deepened and became sultry though no less sweet. Her waistline and hips took form, and he'd watched the change in her innerwear from camisoles to bras to accommodate the size of her rapidly changing body. But even then he didn't allow himself to wallow in immoral thoughts.
The one thing that hadn't change was her innocence, which emanated from her in waves. Her footsteps were always hesitant and when she spoke her voice was always soft. Sometimes he felt sorry for the girl for leading such a sheltered life that she was always shy and meek around strangers.
He turned to the nurse. "Amelia, I'll take it from here. You can help me get ready for the next patient's appointment," he told her.
