“Please follow me,” Doctor Roman said, closing his laptop screen with a soft click. He stood up from his desk and stepped into the adjoining examination room. My mom entered the room first, and I reluctantly fell into step right behind her.
The examination room was spotless. Bright LED lights illuminated every corner, reflecting off the steel countertops lined with organized trays of medical instruments.
In the center of the room sat an examination bed covered in a fresh paper lining, flanked by a metal light and two stirrups extending from the foot of the table.
“Please remove your panties and lie down on the bed,” he said, turning his back to prepare.
The instant those words left his mouth, my heart began to race at a frantic speed. A cold sweat broke out across my back, and in my mind, I was already a homeless girl.
“Do as he said, Isabella,” my mom urged gently from beside me, giving my arm a reassuring squeeze. “You will be fine.”
If only she knew why I was hesitating so badly. If only she knew the filthy secret lodged deep inside my body. Swallowing the lump of terror in my throat, I reached beneath my skirt, hooked my fingers into the band of my panties, and pulled them off.
I climbed onto the examination bed and lay flat on my back, staring up at the ceiling tiles as I braced myself, waiting for my fate.
“You can sit over there,” Doctor Roman said to my mom, pointing his gloved hand toward a metal stool positioned behind the head of the bed.
My mom walked over, pulled the seat closer to the bed, and sat down. She was sitting right by my shoulder. Next, Doctor Roman pulled a thick hospital drape along a ceiling track, drawing it across the middle of my body. The blue curtain partitioned the bed, completely blocking my mom's view from my stomach all the way down to my feet.
At this point, she could only see my upper torso and my face. She couldn't see a single thing on the other side of the fabric, and that simple barrier made me relax just a tiny bit.
After a few seconds, I felt the doctor's strong hands taking hold of my ankles, raising my legs up, and guiding my feet into the footrests. He reached forward and pulled the fabric of my dress up past my waist. At this point, I was completely exposed to him.
I could tell he could see everything. I felt a prickle of shyness, but knowing how clean I was down there instantly washed the embarrassment away. Looking down from behind the curtain, I could tell he liked what he was seeing.
Knowing that a handsome man like Doctor Roman was standing between my open legs, staring directly at my exposed pussy, instantly turned me on in a way I didn't expect.
“I’m going to start the examination now, Isabella,” he announced, keeping his tone professional for my mom's ears. “I’m going to be gentle, but let me know anytime you feel uncomfortable or experience any pain.”
“It’s alright. I will,” I replied, my voice raspy.
When his finger touched the sensitive skin right behind my core, I nearly flinched. He rubbed the area gently before moving his fingers upward to trace the swollen contours of my pussy lips.
The instant his finger stroked my hypersensitive flesh, an electric shock of pleasure shot straight through my spine. My core throbbed, and an urge to arch my hips and moan hit me like a truck. I trapped my lower lip with my teeth as I struggled not to moan.
“How are you feeling, Isabella?” Doctor Roman asked.
“I’m... I’m feeling good,” I managed to choke out, clenching my feet tightly in the stirrups to anchor myself. If only my mom could see the battle I was fighting right there beside her.
"This is a step I need to take so checking the inside will be easy," he said, and began to rub my sensitive center in a slow circular motion, brushing against my swollen clit in a way that made me lose control over my body.
After a couple of minutes, he slipped two fingers down, spreading my outer lips open to expose my pink flesh, and began to massage the sensitive tissue.
“Ohhhhh!” A faint moan escaped my lips before I even realized what was happening. The feeling was simply too overwhelming. I couldn't hold it from tearing out of my throat.
My mom stared at me. “Are you okay, Isabella?” she asked anxiously. “Is he hurting you?”
“Ohhhhh! Noo! Mom,” I replied, trying to cover up the pleasure in my voice with a pained gasp. “I’m fine!”
"Are you sure?” she asked, stroking my cheek with her thumb as Doctor Roman continued to work between my legs.
“Yes!” I gasped out. The more he was rubbing my wet pussy, the more wildly turned on I was becoming. My pussy was dripping, soaking his fingers in a continuous stream of hot moisture.
If only my mom knew that her innocent daughter was currently dripping all over the handsome doctor’s fingers.
"I think you are ready," he said. "Now I'm going to check the side."
He aligned his index finger at my opening and slowly pushed inside of me.
“Ohhhhh! Doctor!” I let out a breathless whimper, unable to stop myself as I arched my pussy up, my walls instinctively clenching around his invading finger.
“Are you feeling uncomfortable?” he asked, keeping his finger inside my hot tightness without pulling out. “Should I stop?”
“Ohhhhh! Nooo!” I replied almost immediately. “Please don’t stop!” I moaned softly, pushing my hips against his hand to push his finger even deeper into my wet depth.
He pushed further and suddenly paused the moment he felt the solid shape stuck within my walls.
“I can feel something hard lodged deep inside you,” he said, and my heart skipped in fear. Was he going to expose me right now? I felt him adding a second finger inside, using both to spread my pussy lips apart so he could peer directly into my opening and see what was buried inside me.
“You said you are a virgin, Isabella,” he said, his voice dropping low. “How on earth did this get in here?”
My mom’s eyes widened behind my head, and she stood up from her stool in an instant. “What is that? What's in there?” she demanded, her voice rising in panic as she reached out her hand to pull the blue curtain aside. “Let me take a look!”