The temporary courage I had built up dissolved into an unadulterated terror. My mind went completely wild with embarrassing thoughts. The thought of this unbelievably handsome, drop-dead gorgeous doctor looking directly at my dark, overgrown private area, left me trembling in my seat, utterly mortified.
As nervous and shy as I felt, I knew that going back was not an option. I had suffered for far too long, and I couldn't bear the thought of carrying this heavy, humiliating burden into the next chapter of my life. I wanted to be okay. I wanted to feel confident in my own skin, wear pretty clothes, and live a normal life just like my fellow girls.
Seeing the storm of anxiety written across my face, Doctor Lucian gave me a soothing, reassuring smile. "It's not going to be painful. I will be gentle."
He paused, his expression turning respectful and clear as he made sure we were entirely on the same page. "Before I continue, I want to be sure you understand what I mean by a physical examination. It means checking your vaginal area, which may involve touching."
A fresh wave of heat flushed through my body at his direct words, but I swallowed hard and forced myself to nod. "Yes, I understand," I replied, trying my best to sound bold and composed despite the frantic pounding in my chest.
"Alright," he said softly, setting his pen down on the clean leather blotter. "Let's get started."
He stood up from his leather chair, his tall, broad-shouldered frame moving with an effortless grace that made my pulse race all over again. He walked around his large desk and headed toward a light blue curtain that hung from the ceiling, dividing his office space from the examination area.
"You can leave your purse on my desk," he suggested gently.
I dropped it onto his desk as he said, and followed him behind the blue curtain into the small examination room. The enclosed space was spotless, bright, and impeccably organized, smelling faintly of clean antiseptic. It was filled with various medical tools, silver trays, and advanced equipment. In the center stood an examination bed with a pristine white sheet pulled tight across it, looking so clean as if no one had ever laid on it before.
While Doctor Lucian turned his back to wash his hands, I reached down to unzip my jeans. I wiggled my hips, pushing the heavy denim down my legs until I could step out of them completely, leaving me standing in just my top and my dark blue boxer briefs.
My heart was hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. I stood there trembling, my fingers hovering over the waistband of my briefs, hesitating to pull them down.
Noticing my stillness, Doctor Lucian turned around. "I'm sure you know I can't examine you with your boxer briefs on," he said softly, his deep voice carrying a tone of gentle persuasion. "We have a limited time, Bella."
Knowing he was right, I bit my lower lip, took a shaky breath, and finally slid my briefs down my thighs, stepping out of them completely. The cool air of the room hit my bare skin immediately, making me shiver. Standing before this insanely handsome doctor with my lower half entirely bare made me feel profoundly exposed to both the chill in the air and his intense presence.
"Climb onto the bed," he instructed gently, stepping closer to offer a supportive hand.
I gripped the edge of the examination table and pulled myself up. I laid down flat on my back, facing up toward the smooth white tiles of the ceiling, shutting my eyes tightly for a second as I tried to calm myself down.
Doctor Lucian walked up to the side of the bed, stepping right up to my lower half. I could feel his heavy, focused gaze fixed on my private area, inspecting the dense, dark forest of hair that spilled across my lower abdomen and inner thighs.
"They are quite much." He noted, as he assessed the extent of the growth.
Before I could process his words, he moved his hand down and gently laid his fingers against the warm skin of my upper inner thigh.
A sharp, electric shock shot straight through my spine the moment his hand made contact with my bare skin. My entire body jerked in surprise, my skin breaking out in goosebumps at a sudden spark of heat.
As he slowly slid his bare fingers further down my thigh, carefully examining the texture and thickness of the hair roots, my body reacted completely against my will. My breathing shifted, turning heavy and shallow. Every slight pressure of his fingers felt magnified a thousand times over. When his thumb moved down a little closer to my inner fold, a soft, involuntary gasp escaped my lips.
I was losing control over my own reactions. Panic and an overwhelming wave of unfamiliar pleasure surged through me at the same time.
Instinctively, my legs twitched, opening and closing in a desperate, fidgety attempt to cope with the intense sensation on my skin. He paused his movements immediately, lifting his hands slightly away. "Am I hurting you?" He asked.
"No," I managed to whisper in embarrassment,
"Should I stop?" he asked again, waiting patiently for my consent.
"No... please continue," I gasped out, the words leaving my lips before I could even filter them. Deep down, despite the overwhelming shyness, I needed him to help me.
"Then relax," he said. "I won't hurt you."
If only he knew what his fingers were actually doing to me. If only he realized that his simple medical touch was setting every nerve ending in my body on fire.
He continued to examine me from the side for a little moment longer, carefully parting the thick strands of hair near my crease before speaking again. "I need to examine this properly."
He stepped toward the foot of the bed and carefully guided my legs, adjusting my feet into the silver footrests attached to the sides, positioning me into a full lithotomy position. He stood directly between my parted legs, looking straight down at my completely exposed lower half.
My thighs were stretched wide apart, giving him a completely unobstructed view of my bare pussy buried beneath the dark brush. I felt utterly vulnerable, mortified that this drop-dead gorgeous man was staring right into the most secret, guarded part of my body.
He leaned in slightly closer and began to examine the dense hair again. He was checking the thick, dark growth right near the sensitive lips of my pussy, trying to inspect the health of the skin underneath.
The closer his face and hands got to my sensitive center, the harder it became for me to breathe. The faint, clean scent of his cologne mixed with the warmth of his breath sent my senses into overdrive. I dragged my hands up and grabbed the bedsheets as an unbearable, sweet tension built up in my lower abdomen.
When his bare warm thumb accidentally brushed directly against my bare, slick pussy lip, a violent shockwave tore through my entire frame. I twitched on the bed, a sharp, ragged moan spilling from my throat before I could stop it.
He didn't stop. It was as if he was determined to finished despite my reaction. The more he blushes it, the more I squirm.
It was so sensitive that my entire lower body went rigid. My inner muscles contracted, throbbing around the overwhelming sensation, leaving me trembling, breathless, and making me drip on his fingers.