“I guess so.” I shrug.
“Well, here’s how this is going to go,” Dr. Monroe continues, regaining the authoritative tone in his voice.
And suddenly I’m wet again, because I love when this older, more experienced doctor tells me what to do.
“You’re going to submit to further examination, and we are going to carry this all the way through, since I know how much you liked to be finger-banged.”
I lower my head again, ready to submit to whatever Dr. Monroe wants. I know that I, for one, want him inside me. I want him to take my virginity, and I’m hopeful that that’s exactly what is about to happen.
But he shakes his head, as if trying to convince himself to stop.
“Not today,” he says, as if talking to both himself and me. “I will need to see you again. I have got to stop for today.”
My heart sinks, as if he just told me the worst news ever. I already feel empty and alone waiting until the next time I get to see him again.
“If you cooperate and allow me to do the complete examination eventually, then I’ll give a good report to your mother,” he says.
“Yes, Doctor.”
I don’t know what else to say, because it seems beyond my control.
Not that I’m unwilling. I’m glad that my mother will hear what she wants to hear, and also that it sounds like Dr. Monroe eventually plans to have his way with me. I just wish it would be now.
“All right then,” Dr. Monroe says into the recorder. “I’m making a note of the patient’s consent to the complete examination at a later date. At this stage of the examination I’m satisfied that she is in fact pure.”
He sounds official now, as if he is documenting this to protect himself. Even though he just said some very incriminating things into the same tape.
He switches off the recorder. I hope this means he’s going to pick right back up with me where he left off, but I have a feeling he’s ending things, if only because he feels he has to.
Chapter 17 – Elizabeth Jane
“Elizabeth Jane, you were tight when I touched you so I feel you are a virgin.”
Dr. Monroe looks very pleased when he says this. He pauses, as though he wants to say more. Do more. And I’m hoping that he will.
But instead he says, “Next time, however, I might have to explore deeper.”
“Yes, Doctor.”
“Elizabeth Jane, I told you your panties must come off,” he tells me. “Why are you still wearing them?”
He looks frustrated.
I touch them, wondering if he wants me to take them off. He’s sending such mixed signals.
“I… uh…” I blush, not realizing I had made a mistake.
He just looks at me, waiting for me to continue.
“I thought you were going to tell me when exactly you wanted me to take them off?” I finally offer.
“That’s a good girl. And you always obey my orders, don’t you?” he says.
“Yes, Doctor.”
“Next time, I want you to be naked except for your panties as soon as I come in, do you understand?” he asks me.
I nod, loving to hear the words “next time.”
“I can’t hear you,” he says.
“Yes, Doctor,” I say.
“That’s more like it. I’ll have Trisha schedule your next appointment. I’ll let your mother know that I need to do a more extensive examination but for now you’ve passed.”
“Thank you, Doctor.”
I’m glad he’s going to tell her that and that I’ll get to see him again, but I also wish he could do the extensive examination now. Why must he drag it out like this, torture me like this?
“Until next time, then,” he says.
He turns to briskly walk out of the office but then he looks back around, glancing up and down at my still naked body.
“I love how you were dripping wet for me,” he says, as if he just can’t stop himself from making that remark. “And next time I’ll make you even wetter.”
He reaches down and adjusts his pants, and I can’t help but notice his bulge. I just know his cock is huge. I want it inside me so badly, I’m hoping he’s changed his mind and he’ll come take me right here, right now.
But instead he pauses, takes a noticeable breath and then nods, mostly to himself. I can only assume he’s satisfied that he’s not as rock hard as he was just a moment ago.
He opens the door and I want to call out, “Wait! Come back.”
But I don’t. That would be silly.
I’ll just go home and write about this encounter and then tear it up and throw it away like I always do. I’ll wait patiently— or impatiently— until the next time I see him. Hopefully he’ll take my virginity then.
That’s all I want him to do. Fuck me.
Then I can get that out of my system and move on to a more normal life—one in which I’m not kept locked up by my over-protective mother and I’m not a virgin anymore. Dr. Monroe will solve that problem for me and give me freedom to cut loose and really live my life.
That’s all it will be— sex. Even though my heart seems to ache for him just as much as my pussy.
This can only be sex, I remind myself, and nothing more, and that’s fine with me. Because I don’t want a relationship. Not even with Dr. Monroe.
As if he’s having the exact same thoughts as I am, Dr. Monroe turns around one more time.
“See you soon, Elizabeth Jane.”
He winks at me and then leaves me there, nearly naked and completely pining for him.
Chapter 18 – Derek
Damn it. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I turn on the lights in my huge, spotless bachelor pad. I think about the usually comforting facts that I’m done with work and now I’m back home where I can relax, but those thoughts aren’t enough to quell my frustration.
I can’t believe I just “finger banged”— as she called it — Elizabeth Jane Suttell. My patient. And not just any patient, but one with a crazy mother to boot.
My business— or my stake in it, anyway— is hanging by a thread right now and I had to go pull Elizabeth Jane’s panties to the side so I could touch her sweet little pussy. But damn, it was so worth it. I know I’d probably do it again if given the chance. I hope I am given another chance to see and touch that tight virgin pussy of hers. I already booked her a follow up appointment for tomorrow.
After the exam, her mother was so happy to hear that the exam has gone well so far. I told her I would need several follow up appointments, especially if I’m to examine her mental state as well as her physical one. That kook believed every word of it— but then again, she’s the same one who thought that as a general practice doctor I’d be able to examine her daughter’s mental condition. I told Shirley that I needed to establish rapport and trust and continue moving forward slowly before I can tell if Elizabeth Jane’s thoughts are truly pure.
But, really, I want to slowly slide my big cock into that fresh little cunt of hers. It was dripping wet for me. I know her thoughts are in fact so filthy I could never bang them out of her no matter how hard I tried, and I would never want to. She wants me to take her virginity so fucking bad. I can tell by the way she was looking at me. By the way she sucked on my fingers and pretended they were my big cock.
Fuck.
This fucking girl. She drives me out of my mind. There’s something about her that already makes me feel so damn different than I feel around any other chic. Usually I just want to bang them. Wanted to bang them. I was already getting tired of them before Elizabeth Jane walked back into my office. They’re too much drama, and if I get one like Maria, they’re dangerous enough to ruin everything I’ve built.
But I feel differently about Elizabeth Jane. I don’t just want to bang her. I want to claim her, own her, possess her. Make her squeeze her pussy around my cock and call out my name and tell me I can do what I want with her for as long as I want.
I was about to give up on sex since it only leads to trouble for
me. The last thing I need right now is this.
But I can’t handle it. I try to ignore it but my thoughts of her only get stronger, taking over my mind like I want to take over her untouched body for her very first time.
I jump into the shower thinking that the cold water will calm down my forbidden thoughts. Instead, I can’t help but grab my cock and think of her sucking on it the way that she sucked on my fingers. I want to put it inside her the way my fingers were.
I want to fill her up and fuck her little pussy until she’s so sore she’s begging me to stop. But then she’ll beg me for more because she just can’t get enough.
I stroke myself up and down and then hold onto my balls while I feel the familiar sensation rushing through them. I come much sooner than I normally do, and all over the tub, wishing I could be with her instead of alone with only my thoughts of what I want to do to her.
Holy shit.
Doing what I want to do to her— with her— would be the downfall of us both. Her mother is clearly crazy and who knows what she would do to her if she were to find out. And my business partners are already chomping at the bit to toss me on my ass if I do one more thing to risk losing my business.
But those curvy hips of hers. That amazing ass.
The minute I heard Trisha utter her name, I knew I was in trouble. The moment I saw her sitting in my office— waiting for me as if she knew exactly what I want to do to her and was anxious to let me do it— I knew I’d risk it all for her.
I’m a man with a high-risk tolerance, after all. There’s no reward without risk. What’s the point of living without risk, without rewards? And the reward I want is to take Elizabeth Jane as my own, and blow her mind while I pop her cherry.
That entails a very high risk, but I just know it will be worth it.
I’m going to see her tomorrow and I know exactly what I’m going to do.
Make her mine. Just once. That’s it, I tell myself.
I’ll claim her for only once— for her very first time.
No matter the price I must pay.
Chapter 19 – Elizabeth Jane
It’s time for class to start, and today I sit down right next to Diana. I feel like doing something out of the ordinary. A lot of things out of the ordinary. And furthering the friendship I’ve somehow stricken up with Diana is the least crazy thing of them all.
“Hey there, EJ,” she says, elbowing me playfully. “It’s okay that I call you EJ, right?”
I shrug.
I’ve never been called that before, but why not start now? I suppose this is a time in my life where I’m experiencing a lot of firsts. At least I hope I’m going to experience them. Last night I wrote all about how I want things with Dr. Monroe to go, and for once I didn’t even tear up the diary entry.
I was afraid that if I ripped it into a thousand tiny pieces like I usually do—obsessively, as if erasing any trace of it that my mother could possibly find— that I’d be extinguishing any chance for my fantasy to actually become reality. I decided to keep it with me and protect it, hoping that means it might come true.
Dr. Calvert arrives and begins talking about basic instincts.
“He can tell me about basic instincts any time,” Diana says, in a whisper. “I don’t know why you don’t find him attractive. I’m personally offended by the fact that you don’t, because he’s just that fine.”
“You go ahead and think that then,” I tell her, but I smile back at her. “To each her own.”
“And what is your own?” she asks. “Who do you think is attractive? You never did tell me who you want to ravage you like a lion in the jungle pounces on his prey.”
I shake my head.
“This isn’t the time or place to tell you about that,” I insist, even though I don’t know where would be a better time and place, considering that my mom only lets me out of her sight to come here to school.
“That’s okay,” she says, snatching a piece of paper from out of my notebook. “I’ll just read about it.”
“Oh, my God, stop it,” I almost yell, causing Dr. Calvert to glance in our direction.
“Everything okay, ladies?” he asks us.
“Yes, Professor,” Diana answers, staring at him and giggling like she’s eight years old. She definitely has the hots for him. Just like I have for Dr. Monroe.
And it’s written all over the paper she has in her hands. The entire account of what Dr. Monroe did to me yesterday and what I want him to do today. My eyes widen as I watch with horror as Diana reads the words.
“Oh, wow,” she says, her voice low but amazed.
I expect her to ask me what’s wrong with me— how could I be deranged enough to let my doctor finger me, to want him to fuck me?
But instead she says, “This is really good, EJ. I mean, yesterday, I got a sense that there was this bad girl hiding inside you that I never knew existed. But now I see that you really know how to let her out when it comes to fantasy and creative writing. You should really make use of this stuff you write. It’s good, and I have no idea how you come up with it.”
“Yes, fantasy,” I repeat. “And creative writing.”
She thinks that what I’ve written is just a story. She doesn’t know it’s true. Thank God. I breathe a sigh of relief.
“Ooooh, Dr. Monroe, like at Houghton Family Practice? That’s a nice touch. He’s a hottie for sure. If you’re into older guys of course. Which I am, of course. Obviously.”
She nods her head towards Dr. Calvert, who is still glaring at us as he talks about similarities between packs of wolves and hunter-gatherer societies in early human civilization.
Now I’m embarrassed, even though she does think it’s all made up. Who would make up something so insane?
And what if somehow word got back to my mom that I’m writing “stories” about Dr. Monroe? She’d been so happy after yesterday’s exam and things were finally being set up in a way that she couldn’t control, even though she thinks she’s in complete control of everything. She’s willingly taking me to see him without knowing what he’s done to me and what I want him to keep doing. It’s a brilliant set up and I don’t want anything to ruin it.
Damn me for ever writing this down. If Mom hears about it she’ll never take me back to see Dr. Monroe, and she’ll never let me out of the house for that matter. I won’t get to lose my virginity and I’ll have to become a bitter, crazy old maid like she is. Perhaps what’s even worse (or maybe it just seems like the worst thing in the world right now), is that I’ll never get to see Dr. Monroe again.
“Don’t tell anyone,” I whisper to Diana. “Obviously, it’s just some crazy story I came up with. It’s embarrassing and silly.”
“What’s there to tell?” she asks. “That you write really hot sex scenes? That you’re the modern-day Anais Nin?”
I just stare at her, panic stricken, until she says, “Don’t worry EJ, I won’t tell anyone. Pinky swear.”
She holds out her pinky to me and it takes me a minute to realize I’m supposed to grasp onto it and shake. So, I do, and it feels strange to have a friend.
“Ladies,” Dr. Calvert says again. “Unless you’re demonstrating a mating dance of early evolutionary cave women, we are not interested. If I must ask you to settle down one more time, you’ll have to stay after class and talk about what’s so interesting that you can’t listen to my lecture.”
“Yes, Sir,” I say, and Diana says, “Yes, Professor,” while looking at him as if he can scold her anytime.
The look he returns reminds me of the one that Dr. Monroe gives me, and reminds me of how excited I am to see him soon. My panties are already wet, and I can’t wait until he takes them off me like he promised to do.
Diana and I quiet down as requested, but she writes a note in the blank space on my piece of paper that’s full of dirty fantasies— and now some realities— involving Dr. Monroe.
Dr. Calvert can keep me after class any time, it says. I’m sure he’ll have a lot to teach me.
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I smile at her, being careful not to say anything. I don’t want to be publicly called out by Dr. Calvert again, even though it’s not my worst fear. That would have been my most terrifying nightmare in the past, but today I’m feeling particularly brave.
More importantly, I don’t want to spill my guts to Diana. I don’t want anything to ruin what I have going with Dr. Monroe. So, although I feel tempted to write her back, I don’t. I only think it in my head.
I know exactly how you feel. But, lucky me— my lessons start as soon as class gets out.
Chapter 20 – Elizabeth Jane
I'm back in Dr. Monroe's office, even more excited than I was the first time I was here. And I'm very glad my mom didn't try to follow me in this time. She knows better. Dr. Monroe set her straight.
Alone in the office, I take off my shirt and shiver. It's cold in here, but I also suddenly feel nervous. Dr. Monroe had told me to strip down to my underwear this time, and I want to obey his orders. But once I take off my bra and jeans, I feel silly just sitting here nearly naked.
What if someone other than Dr. Monroe were to come in?
The thought both excites me and terrifies me. I feel as if Dr. Monroe commanded me to take off my clothes and wait for him as some sort of challenge.
I look over to the examination table and notice a sheet folded up on top of it. It's a real, full sized sheet— not one of those white paper ones I'm used to putting on my lap.
I lie down on the table and cover up my entire body with the sheet. I feel like I'm at a massage therapist's office instead of a doctor's office.
I barely have time to pull it over me, though, before the door opens up, without anyone having knocked first.
"Elizabeth Jane," Dr. Monroe says, coming into the room and shutting the door behind him. "It's nice to see you again."
"It's nice to see you too, Doctor," I tell him.
I don’t even try to hide the fact that I’ve been anxiously anticipating it since the last time we were together. And from the look on his handsome face, I can tell the feeling is mutual.
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