Doctor's Orders (Complete Series)

by Lilian Monroe

  This could not be worse. How am I supposed to talk to him about orgasms? He called my name in the huskiest, sexiest voice I’ve ever heard. When I turned and saw him it took all my self-control to stop my jaw from falling to the floor.

  And now I’m supposed to open up to him about my deepest darkest secret? I’m supposed to tell him the one thing that I could barely tell my best friend?

  I can’t do this. This was a bad idea.

  I drag my eyes back to him. I’m blushing already.

  He’s got short, tousled brown hair. His dark, brown eyes are hard to look away from. I don’t know how I’m going to find the words to tell him what’s wrong with me.

  I glance down at his crotch. I can’t help it. I don’t even know what I’m looking for. As soon as I look down, I look away.

  He’s looking at me. Oh gosh. Did he see that?

  Why would I do that? My cheeks burn as he bores into me with those dark eyes. I glance back at him as my heart thumps in my chest. He’s got such thick lashes. Any girl would kill for them.

  Is he smirking?

  I take a deep breath and try to calm myself. This is okay. He’s a professional, and I’m a professional, and I have a medical issue and I need his help. That’s all. Nothing else matters. It’ll be a fifteen minute consultation and then I’ll be on my way.

  “So what can I do for you, Valerie?” he asks. His voice is like butter. I can feel the warmth pooling between my legs every time he says my name. I need to work up the nerve for this.

  “Well, I’ve just moved to the area and need a new physician. I haven’t had a physical in a few years so I thought it would be a good opportunity to find a new doctor. You know, just to…get to know the right one.”

  What am I even saying? Stop talking!

  My heart jackhammers against my ribs, and I think I might pass out.

  “No problem, Valerie. Let’s get started. Can I call you Valerie?”

  I nod.

  “My friends call me Val,” I respond instinctively. Real smooth, Val.

  He glances up at me and smiles. His whole face lights up when he smiles and my heart beats a little bit faster.

  “My friends call me Doctor O,” he replies.

  Did he just wink? My eyes widen. What did he just say? Does he know why I’m here? My heart is out of control, now, and I try to stammer a response.

  Doctor O’Neill grins. “I’m kidding, Val. You can call me Doctor O’Neill or Clay. Whichever you prefer.”

  I chuckle, trying not to sound as nervous as I feel. I’m like a thirteen year old girl right now, all giggles and blushes.

  I’m a grown woman and he is a doctor. We are both professionals.

  Right?

  He grabs a light from his breast pocket and holds it up.

  “Now just stare straight ahead, look at the space right between my eyes.”

  I try to keep my eyes steady as he moves the light around. I try not to let my gaze wander but he’s got to be the best looking doctor I’ve ever seen. I swear he could be on Grey’s Anatomy. He jots a few words down on my chart and I use the time to rake my eyes over his body. He’s fit, and the way his muscles bulge under his clothes is making me blush.

  Or, blush more, I should say.

  He turns back to me and I glance at the floor, embarrassed. He grabs a wooden tongue depressor and tells me to open my mouth. I open my mouth and slide my tongue out slowly.

  My pulse quickens. I actually like being in this position in front of him. Mouth open, tongue out, ready for him to do what he needs to do. My eyes flick up to his and I see he’s looking right at me. His stare burns a hole through me. I feel a thrill in my center and a warmth in my core as he looks into my eyes, my mouth open for him.

  Is he thinking what I’m thinking? I can feel the blood rushing to the pit of my stomach and my heart beats a little bit faster. It feels like we look at each other a second too long, and then his eyes flick down to my mouth, putting the tongue depressor down and shining a light down inside.

  I take a deep breath and try to calm my nerves.

  He directs me to move to the examination table. The white paper crunches as I sit down onto it. He motions for me to lie down and I swing my legs over, lying down on the blue plastic bed.

  “I’m going to use my hands to palpate your abdomen, just to make sure everything is normal with your internal organs. Is that okay?”

  I nod.

  He raises his hands and I close my eyes as he moves them from one corner of my abdomen to the other. He presses gently, and I can feel the warmth of his hands through my clothing. I wonder what his hands would feel like on my bare skin, or what they would feel like between my legs.

  My mind wanders as he touches me, and once again I feel a warmth growing under his hands. Everywhere his hands touch leaves a trail of sparks and I struggle to keep my breath steady. I’m trying to pretend like this isn’t the sexiest physical I’ve ever had.

  Is this just all in my head?

  “Okay, looks good to me. I’m just going to listen to your lungs now.” His voice is professional. Sharp. This is definitely all in my head. My eyes shoot open and I try once again to rein in my thoughts.

  “Can you please sit up for me?”

  He grabs the stethoscope around his neck and places the earbuds into his ears.

  I take a deep breath. He’s going to hear my heart hammering at a hundred miles an hour. This is ridiculous. He’s attractive, so what? He’s also a doctor and I’m here for a checkup. A checkup and a certain delicate question.

  This has got to be the longest physical examination in the history of physical examinations. I sit up and wait for him to move toward me, trying in vain to control the pounding in my chest.

  6

  Clay

  I move my stethoscope toward her, trying to ignore the twinge of my cock as the blood rushes to it. I can feel it pressing against my pants as it gets harder, and I hope that she hasn’t been able to tell. I know she saw me watching her when she opened her mouth.

  I’d love to examine that mouth again.

  She jumps a bit when the stethoscope touches her skin. It’s always cold against bare skin, but for some reason I don’t think that’s why she jumped. I’m standing by the examination table, looking down at this beautiful woman sitting in front of me. I have a perfect view of her breasts from where I’m standing, with the stethoscope just at the very top of them. I’m careful not to touch her skin, or to make any moves that might be considered unprofessional. That look earlier with the tongue depressor was toeing the line.

  It’s taking every ounce of self-control that I have, but I can’t be unprofessional. I’m not unprofessional. This job is everything to me, and I’m not used to feeling this way.

  “Now take a deep breath for me,” I say.

  She breathes deep, and I move the stethoscope to the other side. Her heart is beating fast. She must be nervous. I don’t blame her. My own heart is thumping as I move a bit closer to her.

  I place the stethoscope on her skin again and see how the top of her breast depresses from the weight of the instrument. Her skin looks soft, and her breasts look even softer. I want to touch her skin, but I won’t. I can’t.

  I move the stethoscope to her back and slide it down between her tank top and her skin. If only I could slide my hands against her skin and pull this shirt off her. I’d love to get a good look at her body, lay her down and let my hands roam all over.

  She sits up a bit straighter, and I can still hear how fast her heart is beating. I can smell her from here, and I try to hold my breath. She smells fruity and sweet, a little bit like roses. I want to inhale deeply and fill my nose with her scent but I resist.

  I’m at work. This is my job. My dream.

  I can’t let one pretty blonde girl mess anything up for me. I step away from the examination table and she swings her legs over the side. I turn to my desk, not wanting to have any more looks exchanged between us.

  “Good. Lungs sound
fine. Your heartbeat is quite fast though, have you ever had any problems with your heart?”

  I glance up at her and see her cheeks flush. I can’t help but smile. Maybe she’s feeling what I’m feeling.

  “Are you nervous?” I ask slowly. She flicks those blue eyes up to my face and I feel the twinge in my cock again.

  “I… yes. I’m nervous. I have a problem.” She’s speaking so slowly, hesitating with almost every word. I wait patiently, sitting at my desk. Sometimes it’s better to say nothing and let the patient tell you what they need to say. She looks up at me and when I say nothing, she continues.

  “I… I can’t… I haven’t been able to…” She trails off. Still, I say nothing. She looks at me with those clear blue eyes and I see something else growing inside her. A resolve or a fierceness. Fire burns in her eyes as she squares her shoulders and lifts her chin up. Then, finally, she blurts out what she’s been trying to say.

  “I can’t come. I mean, I’ve never orgasmed.”

  I was not expecting that. My cock springs up and I am eternally grateful to myself for placing her file on my lap when I sat down. I try to ignore the throbbing as I process what she’s just told me. It takes all my training to keep my face steady.

  She’s never had an orgasm. I can think of a thousand ways I could help her with that. I swallow, struggling to keep my Doctor Voice in check.

  “Okay, that’s actually quite common for women. Ten to fifteen percent of women have trouble orgasming. Most of the time it’s mental, but sometimes there can be physiological causes. Have you tried,” I pause, trying to ignore how hard my cock is getting at the thought. “Have you tried…pleasuring yourself?”

  “Many, many times,” she responds, and my whole body stiffens. She sounds frustrated, and she’s staring at me intensely. I try to ignore the mental image of Valerie Brooks on her back with one hand between her legs, playing with herself.

  Many, many times.

  Doctor Voice.

  “And have you tried using an aid?”

  “An aid?” she frowns.

  I gulp. “A vibrator. Or any type of toy. They can be quite helpful for many women.”

  She inhales as she understands what I mean.

  “Actually, no. I haven’t. I’ve always been too nervous to go and buy one.”

  I nod, trying to keep my face and voice steady and ignore the raging hard cock in my pants. Am I really going to prescribe a vibrator to a patient? Is this real life?

  “Okay, no problem. Here’s what we’ll do. I’ll write down some of the toys that we recommend here.” I turn to my desk, trying to pretend that these aren’t just the vibrators I’ve enjoyed using on the women I’ve been with, or vibrators I’ve enjoyed watching women use on themselves. I pull out my prescription pad and jot down a few names.

  “They’re available online, so you can order them directly to your house. Usually they have discreet packaging so it shouldn’t be embarrassing when the mailman comes. Just try to relax and let go of the stress. Light some candles, get in the mood before you start.”

  “Light some candles,” she deadpans. “Right.”

  “It helps.”

  This seems so wrong, to be talking about setting the mood when we’re sitting in my stark white office, surrounded by medical examination materials. I desperately want to help her orgasm right here, right now. My eyes flick to my exam table and I think about what her ass would look like if I bent her over it and ripped those tight jeans down.

  I look back at her and then glance down at her file, trying to pretend to read it.

  “I can do a full hormone panel and see if anything is unusual there. But try the vibrator.”

  She takes a deep breath, relieved. Valerie nods. I hand her the small square sheet of paper with the names of my favorite sex toys, and call in the nurse to help me with the blood sample for her hormone test. Once the nurse arrives, the tension in the room dissipates. Valerie Brooks leaves my office.

  I start typing, writing up my report and prepping for the blood sample and finally, finally my cock relaxes. I’m back to work, doing what I love. Doing what I’m meant to do. I can put this sexy blonde woman out of my mind and move on with my life—and try not to imagine her using one of her brand new prescriptions on herself.

  7

  Valerie

  Thank goodness that’s over.

  I suck in a breath as I walk out of the doctor’s office and into the fresh air outside. I feel like I’ve just run a marathon. I’m sweaty and tired and clammy, and I can tell that my panties are soaked through.

  Not with sweat, though.

  That could not have been more uncomfortable.

  I glance down at the sheet of paper in my hand. He said these were his usual recommendations, and that it was quite common for women to have this problem. I must not be the first to come in with this issue. That makes me feel better. If other people have had this problem then it’s more likely that I’ll find a solution. It makes it less embarrassing, too.

  I take another deep breath and head to my car. I have all afternoon to myself, so maybe I’ll look some of these toys up online. I might as well do it while I’ve got the courage.

  I pull up my phone and call Emma. I hope she’s awake. She answers on the second ring.

  “Emma. You will not believe what just happened. I’ve just been to the doctor.”

  “Yes? And?” She asks excitedly. “What did she say? Can she help you?”

  “He took some blood samples for a hormone test,” I answer. “He also gave me a prescription.”

  “Oh yeah, what’s it for?”

  “It’s a prescription for a vibrator.”

  Emma cackles. I can’t help but smile along with her, even though my cheeks are still burning.

  “Em, I wish you’d been there. It was just my luck that my doctor is quite possibly the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. He’s tall and has these dark eyes, they just pierced through me. And his voice is all husky. I couldn’t focus. He did a full physical and honestly I feel like my orgasm problems were almost solved then and there.”

  She’s still laughing, and I finally join in.

  “It was the worst possible scenario I could have imagined. I’m all hot and bothered and then I have to tell this guy that I can’t come. There was this moment, where he told me to open my mouth for that whole tongue depressor thing and honestly, I thought it was the start of a porno or something.”

  Emma hasn’t stopped giggling, and I finally feel like I can relax. I shake my head and the tension between my shoulders dissipates. The stress and awkwardness of the situation dissolves and I laugh with her.

  “What do they even look at with that tongue depressor?” she asks between giggles. “Tonsils, or something?”

  “I have no idea, but when your doctor is stupidly sexy, it’s very uncomfortable.”

  “So are you going to get a vibe? What did he recommend? Haven’t I been telling you to get one?”

  “Yeah, well I guess it just took a sexy stranger doctor to convince me,” I say. “I’ll look them up this afternoon and order one. I guess then it’s just a matter of seeing what the hormone test shows.”

  “Well maybe just think of him when you test out your new toy. He seems to have had a positive effect on you. You haven’t been this excited in months.” She’s laughing, and I’m eternally grateful to have her as a friend.

  If I didn’t, I know I’d be replaying that appointment over and over in my head and probably convince myself not to order any of the vibrators.

  I take a deep breath. “What about you, any developments after your escapades last night?”

  “Nah, it’s only been a few hours since I left this morning. I gave him my phone number so I guess it’s just a matter of waiting to see if he texts me. I’ve just been lying in bed in and out of sleep, trying to recover. I’m going to be sore for days.”

  I laugh. She’s definitely not shy. Not like me. I love it though. She’s gotten me out of my shell so many t
imes. I used to be almost cripplingly shy and I don’t think I’d have been as successful at work if she hadn’t helped me open up.

  “Did you get his information? Maybe you can text him later.”

  “No, I just left my number with him as I was leaving this morning. I’m not too worried. After a night like that I don’t see how he couldn’t want more.”

  I smile. I’d love to have her unshakeable confidence. We hang up the phone and I get in my car and drive to my favorite coffee shop. I deserve a nice coffee and a fresh pastry after a morning like that.

  I sit at a table in the sun outside the cafe and order a latte and a sweet apple danish. My usual barista calls out my name and smiles at me when I pick up my order.

  “You seem to be in a good mood, Val! You’re not working today?”

  I grin. “Just having a good day, I guess.”

  She smiles at me and I head back to my table. I lean back in my chair and relax, sipping the hot drink and closing my eyes. Maybe things aren’t so bad, and I’ll be able to find a solution to this problem.

  Plus, that’s the first time I’ve been attracted to anyone since my breakup, so that must mean I’m moving on.

  I pull up my phone and start looking up the products that Doctor O’Neill wrote down for me. Within seconds, my screen is filled with what look like huge purple penises. I lock my phone reflexively and slam it on the table. I glance around, but no one is looking at me.

  I breathe in and try to angle my phone away from anyone that might be walking by. I glance around before unlocking my phone again. I scroll through slowly, looking at different options.

  He wrote down four toys for me.

  The first three look huge and seem to have a million settings. Turning my phone’s volume way, way down, I watch a demonstration video of one of the vibrators against a white background.

  The thing twirls and buzzes and has literal bells and whistles hanging off it. With trembling hands, I close the web page and take a deep breath. I can’t imagine using that on myself.