She left, and I got prepared. I wasn't comfortable, though. I couldn't relax. Every second felt like a ticking time bomb. I was beyond scared—paralyzed by the dread of what would happen if my mom found out the filthy truth.
If a doctor looked between my legs and pulled a whole cucumber out of my pussy right in front of her, my mom would probably faint on the spot. I tried one last time in my bathroom to reach inside and pull the vegetable out, but my tight walls held onto it firmly, leaving me with no choice but to walk out looking like a normal girl.
We finished, and my mom grabbed her car keys from the table. She ushered me out to the driveway, unlocked her sedan, and drove me toward the city hospital. The drive there was pure torture. Every bump on the road made the heavy cucumber shift slightly inside my sore canal, sending thrilling jolts of pressure through my core that made me grip my seat and swallow down my gasps.
When we finally pulled up to the hospital, my mom stepped out, walked around the car, and took me tightly by the hand, guiding me through the automatic glass doors as if I were still a helpless five-year-old.
I felt so childish walking beside her, holding her hand while secretly carrying a whole vegetable deep down there. She walked up to the front desk and asked for the available gynecologist on duty.
A nurse at the reception desk smiled, pointed us down a carpeted hallway on the second floor, and directed us to register and wait outside room 204. I did a quick registration, and we sat down on the hard waiting chairs outside the office. My mom held my hand reassuringly while I sat there sweating in panic, waiting for our turn to be called.
After what felt like an eternity, the wooden door opened, and a young nurse stepped out into the waiting area with a clipboard, smiling warmly at us. "Are you Isabella Orton?"
"Yes, she is," my mom quickly replied, standing up instantly and pulling me along with her.
"You can go in now. The doctor is ready for you," the nurse said before turning and walking down the hall.
"Come on, let's go," my mom said softly, pulling my arm as we stepped toward the door.
We stepped inside the furnished office, only to meet a handsome older man sitting behind a polished desk. The second my eyes landed on him, my breath caught in my throat. He looked to be in his late forties or early fifties, with striking eyes, styled hair, and a groomed beard that gave him an authoritative charm.
Despite the horror of my situation, and even with my mom standing right beside me holding my hand, I couldn't help but find him attractive. A sudden wave of heat flushed across my skin, making my heart race for an entirely different reason.
"Good morning, Doctor," my mom greeted him.
"Good morning to you both," he replied.
Fuck! That voice! It was so deep that it sent a shiver down my spine. A kind of voice I could totally submit to. "Please, have a seat."
We settled down into the plush chairs in front of his desk. I closed my knees tightly, crossing my ankles while trying desperately to keep my posture stiff so the object inside me wouldn't shift under my dress.
The doctor leaned forward, resting his forearms comfortably on the dark wood as his warm eyes focused on me. "So, Isabella, right?" he asked, and I nodded. "What's the problem?"
I hesitated, and my mom immediately took over the conversation, eager to explain everything on my behalf. "Well, Doctor, my daughter Isabella here has been having an uncomfortable issue. She told me her vagina has been scratching and burning terribly on the inside for the past few days. She was too shy to tell me at first, but it's really bothering her now."
I sat there with my head bowed, my cheeks burning with the most agonizing embarrassment I had ever felt in my entire life. To have my mother vividly describing that out loud in front of such a gorgeous male gynecologist made me want to melt into the floor and disappear forever.
Once she was done, he nodded, clicking his pen as he made a quick note on his medical chart. He then turned his undivided attention toward me, his intense gaze locking onto my flushed face.
"I see," he said smoothly. "And before we proceed with any evaluation, I need to ask a routine question, Isabella," he said, and I looked up at him.
"Are you currently sexually active?"
Before I could even open my mouth to utter a single word, my mom answered proudly for me. "Oh, no, Doctor! Not at all. Isabella is a very good girl. She just turned eighteen a few months ago, and she is still a pure virgin."
I felt a sickening knot twist in my stomach at her confidence. If only she knew that her innocent-looking daughter was sitting right in front of this gorgeous doctor with a massive cucumber lodged deep inside her stretched pussy.
I forced a nervous smile onto my lips, looked at the doctor, and nodded in agreement. "Yes... I'm a virgin."
Doctor Roman looked at me for a long moment, his sharp eyes holding mine with an unreadable intensity that made my heart hammer wildly against my ribs. After a moment, he placed his pen down on the blotter and pushed his chair back.
"Alright then," Doctor Roman said as he looked down at me. "Since the discomfort is internal, I will need to perform a physical examination to check the vaginal walls properly and confirm what the issue is."