The First Time Patient

Madison, despite being beautiful, has avoided sex all the way to the age of eighteen. This is something she now views as a pressing matter, especially since she is going away to college. She decides she better visit her doctor for birth control pills. When she finally gets to see the doctor, she finds him willing to help with a lot more than a prescription . . .

Warning:
This 5,500+ word e-story contains very explicit descriptions of sexual activity between a older man and an eighteen year old woman in a doctors office. It is intended for mature readers who will not be offended by graphic depictions of sex acts between consenting adults.

Excerpt:
Just as I take my bra off, exposing my tight and high size C’s to the cold air, the nurse turns around. “Ah, you’re so cute. That skin is just flawless.” I look down at my porcelain skin and think it does look pretty nice, even in the harsh glare of the fluorescent lights.

Upon the nurse inspecting me, I nervously cover my breast with my arm as my nipples get hard. Before I have a chance to put on my gown, my new doctor barges in unannounced. “Oh,” I yelp. I quickly turn around, hiding my breast, but giving him a chance to take in my bubbly ass that is only half covered by my panties.

I realize how silly it is, since he is definitely going to see every bit of me in a few short minutes. I guess my shock came from being unprepared.

“Sorry Madison,” the Doctor apologizes as he pulls the nurse from the room.

When they leave, I start reconstructing the flash of the doctor that I saw. His nurse was right, he was indeed handsome. He almost looked kind of like the perfect man I would concoct in my head to take the place of all the immature boys at school I should have been dating. His chiseled jaw was covered with just a little salt and pepper stubble. His eyes, in that brief encounter, were enough to be able to tell they were blue and piercing.

I sit alone in the room and panic. I feel butterflies in my stomach as I imagine him listening to my heart that will undoubtedly beat a mile a minute. Then what about my other parts—what if I get excited—and maybe it’s too late . . .