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Prenuptial Doctor Visit

By: mlyn



“Damn!” Chelle muttered as she tried to hurry into her clothes. She had the dreaded gynecologist appointment today, so she had taken time off work to make sure she get a shower and shave before going. It was silly, but she couldn’t help but consider it the “polite” thing to do, barring an emergency. Her skin was still damp, and she was trying to pull on her underwear in a hurry, and struggling. 

She paused to drag a comb through her short blond hair, sleeking it back from her face. She didn’t have time for primping today, and besides this was her pre-wedding visit, and she was only seeing old “doc” Walters, who she had been seeing since her very first visit. He was in his late fifties now, and was a teddy bear of a doctor. She pulled on her jeans, a loose fitting T-shirt, and finally her comfortable, but old sneakers. She grabbed her purse and keys, and saw she only had ten minutes for the short drive to the office.

Chelle looked around the waiting room, and saw that it was almost empty, which was surprising for a 4PM appointment. She was a minute late as she walked to the receptionist to check in. The girl smiled at her, but went on to tell her that Dr. Walters was called out for an emergency, and she could either reschedule, or see his new partner, Dr. Masters. Chelle paused for a moment. She had never seen another doctor, and she felt so comfortable with the older doctor. But then again, she had to get this appointment out of the way! Her wedding was a little over a week away, and she and Steve had decided it would be best if she were fitted for internal birth control device, instead of relying the pill and condoms. Chelle grimaced as she recalled the “discussion.”

Steve had arrived with a folder full of information. His mind was made up that this would be the best method, and it was obvious from the first words out of his mouth that he didn’t want to be messing around with condoms, creams, jellies and missed pills. And even though it was her body, Chelle had felt like she was being steam-rolled into the decision. 

Chelle took a deep breath, and nodded her head. She would see the new doctor. The receptionist smiled, had her sign her fee ticket, and handed her the advance information they provided on the birth control device. Chelle was now nervous, thinking about someone she had never met before getting that intimate with her body, that soon! And then, out of nowhere came the thought of whether this new doctor was a man or a woman? And if it were a man, how would it feel having a strange man see her body, feel her breasts, and eventually see her most private area? 

She jumped when her name was called a short time later. Chelle stood nervously, and walked back to the examining room…

Section 2

Margaret Gauthier, "Peg" to everyone who knew her stood outside the office of Doctor Aaron Masters, fumbling through a stack of case history folders that showed so much age many of the index tabs were completely dogged eared to death. Peg had been given the afternoon caseload from Helen the receptionist and was just about to knock on Dr. Masters door, when Chelle called out " Hi Peg!"

Peg turned to see little Chelle Krutz walk past her and into Exam Room "D". Peg half replied "good afternoon Chelle" as she continued to flip through folders and place them in order as to make a better impression on Dr. Masters. The morning session had been awkward between the experienced nurse and the "new Doctor". Normally Peg chaperoned for Dr. Walter’s everyday. Over the course of twenty two years of working together nurse and doctor had developed a natural rhythm in handling the good and the difficult patients that made the daily office grind an easy place to work. But today with him away she was having difficulty from the start. It was the little things. Doc Walters was left-handed, the new Doctor uses his right. Even simple things like applying K-Y jelly to Dr. Masters gloved hand had gone completely wrong with an elderly lady for a routine pelvic exam this morning. So with a deep breath in, Peg knock on the door and entered the office of Aaron Masters, M.D.

Aaron was bent over a pile of x-rays with a phone snuggled between his shoulder and ear explaining to a "tech" at the hospital for the third time the difference between anterior and lateral and not making a lot of headway. Peg glanced over her pile of neatly assembled folders for a safe place to position the afternoon schedule on his desk. It amazed Peg that a Doctor who knew so much about the human body knew so little about organization in an office. A slight tingle took place in her stomach as she overheard the sincerity in Aaron's voice as he began explaining once more to the x-ray tech the side of the femur that he wanted to have placed of film of old man Babcock. She sensed that this young doctor had an incredible bedside manner that would make him very popular with his patients in the years ahead. Aaron wasn't a candidate for GQ magazine, standing only 5'10" and the early signs of "male pattern baldness" developing with just a splash of graying at the temples, but Peg admitted he was neatly groomed with an inner warmth that made her a "little school girl" nervous as she studied him in the afternoon light.

Aaron hung up the phone and flashed his blue eyes directly at Peg. Aaron liked Peg! They had only worked together a few minutes total since he accepted the job in Walter's office. She'd proven to be a very solid and capable RN who didn't attempt to be a doctor in a nurse’s uniform. She had just the right amount of discreet courtesy to guide a young doctor, like Aaron, without appearing that she was running the ship.

"First things first Peg, I'm sorry that I was getting in your way this morning with Mrs. Amos. My rotation at med school just lasted 6 months in ob/gyn and I still have to get my pelvic exams down pat. I could tell that Mrs. Amos knew more about what I should be doing than I was actually doing. It amazes me that a woman would lay back on a table and allow a stranger to dive into her up to his elbows so to speak. So thank you, now what's up for the afternoon schedule?"

Peg smiled back and said "Things will get better, so don't give it a second thought. This afternoon the patient load is very light. We’ve had some cancellations, and with the late start from this morning, we only have Chelle Krutz, a 28-year-old white female for a physical and consult for birth control. Walter’s isn't going to make it back this afternoon, so Helen scheduled her with you. Here's her file for you to look over, she's in "D". I’ll go in ahead and break the ice for you and come to get you when she’s ready." 

Before Peg turned to open the door, Aaron asked out loud, "Why is a 28 year old woman just now coming in to discuss birth control in this day and age?" 

Peg spun around, put both hands on the edge of Aaron’s jumbled overflowing desktop, and looked into his blue eyes. She half whispered as though trying to keep a secret, "Because Chelle's getting married next week and there always is a chance the girl may not have needed birth control until now, silly!" And with that Peg, left the room and headed toward Exam Room "D".

Section 3

Chelle was seated on the table, dressed in a paper gown, slit down the front, and a sheet covering her from the waist down. There was something so vulnerable being so scantily dressed when meeting a doctor for the first time, especially in circumstances like these. Peg had just left the room, after stopping by to say hello, and explain once again about the change in doctors. 

Chelle couldn’t explain what the feeling she was getting was due from. Her nipples were hard and poking out the paper gown. Chelle had long nipples that were distended and hard a lot of the time, and it irritated Steve that you could see her nipples through her clothing at times. She had tried to explain, but had finally given up trying, and taken to buying even thicker bras. 

Chelle shifted on the table, wishing it were two hours from now, and this was all behind her. She was supposed to meet Steve for dinner, but he had called her at work, and canceled, once again, at the last minute. So, Chelle found herself with an empty evening, once she finished here. She looked around the room, and began wondering what this new doctor looked like. Since Peg had popped in, she at least knew the doctor was male at least. Chelle wondered if he would be like Mark Greene or more like Doug (George Clooney) on the Emergency Room show she liked to watch. She knew she’d feel more comfortable if he were like Mark Greene, than the other. 

She took a deep breath, wishing the doctor would get in there. She wasn’t looking forward to any of this. But she couldn’t help but wonder how she might react if the new doctor tried something a little non-medical? 

Chelle turned her head sharply, a blush staining her cheeks as she heard the exam room door open….

Section 4

Dr. Masters entered exam room D with his nostrils flaring. His OB / GYN residency gave him a few basics to always remember when working female patients. The first rule is to sniff the air when examining a female. A strong indicator of a bacterial infection in a woman is the tell tale “dead mouse” smell. Aaron’s rotation in med school proved that a good doctor used all of his senses in diagnosis. Aaron felt a little relieved when he closed the exam room door behind him. Only the traditional antiseptic odor of alcohol lingered as he walked to the exam table and extended his hand to Chelle.

“Good afternoon, Miss Krutz, I’m Dr. Masters.” 

Chelle extended her hand and nodded politely as Aaron released his grip and scooted the padded stool closer to the exam table to use as a desk while he began writing in Chelle’s file. 

Aaron noticed the ice cold feel of Chelle’s hand and thought for a minute that he was touching a corpse. Aaron put his pen down and decided he’d better go slower interviewing Chelle. As he looked back at her face, Aaron saw an attractive woman. 

The attraction of Chelle was not due to any one-perfect feature of her face. Rather it was the sum of many subtle features that complimented a well-balanced persona. The paleness of her skin, her light near invisible eyebrows, the crystal blue eyes, the definition of her lips and somewhat strange petite shaped ear lobes balanced against her high cheekbones and jaw line. Aaron had to draw himself away from Chelle’s face and look back at his notepad and inquire as to the nature of her visit.

“I see that you want a physical and consultation. Now, have you had any problems lately that I should know about before continuing?” Aaron asked as he pulled out the page of routine questions that every patient has been asked since the invention of the copy machine.

Chelle just shook her head and whispered a “no”.

Aaron began at the top of the page and started… After four minutes he had covered the HMO questionnaire and placed the completed form back in Chelle’s medical file. It seemed a little odd that Chelle never expanded on any of the medical questions and Aaron thought he had better try to get Chelle to relax a little before he called Peg back into the room.

“ Ms. Krutz, tell me how I can help you today?” Aaron leaned forward on his stool and devoted all of his attention to Chelle, as he waited for her reply. 

Section 5

Chelle shifted uneasily on the table, feeling the paper sticking to her naked bottom and thighs. She knew she was blushing and couldn’t do a darn thing about it either. She swallowed hard.

“I’m getting married and my fiancé wants me to get…” Chelle broke off abruptly. That wasn’t the right way to be saying this, she realized too late. “We discussed birth control and decided that the IUD would be best.” Chelle ended on a puff of air, glad to have managed to spit it all out finally!

Aaron nodded, not replying immediately. He had not missed the slip up when she said, “her fiancé wanted.” It wasn’t unusual that couples didn’t fully agree on some things, but birth control was an issue that shouldn’t be in question. 

“An IUD is something usually chosen by a married couple who have completed their family, due to the risks involved. What about the pill? It is 99% effective and there are many different kinds to meet your needs?”

Chelle flushed and nodded. “It’s just that the IUD would be the easiest. Steve is forever complaining about how forgetful I am… Anyway, that is why we thought this would be best.”

Aaron nodded slowly. “What are you using now?”

“Nothing.”

Aaron couldn’t stop his surprised “nothing!” He flushed and coughed to cover his faux pas. “You aren’t using condoms, foams, or something like that?”

Chelle blushed and shook her head. She shrugged. “We haven’t had sex yet. Steve wanted to wait until our wedding night.”

Aaron didn’t like the impression he was getting of her fiancé. There was something about this woman that seemed to have captured his attention to a degree that was much greater than normal doctor to patient relationship. He told himself to get up and excuse himself from her care, but something stopped him. He cleared his throat again.

“What did you use during previous relationships?”

Chelle turned a bright red. “I’ve never needed to use anything.”

Aaron thought later that he must have forgotten to take his smart pills for the day. “Wasn’t that rather risky behavior in this day and age?”

Chelle shook her head. “I’ve never had sex before. I thought you understood. I’m a virgin.”

Aaron felt like an idiot and a fool at the same time. Hell! How many times this day and age did you come across a 28-year-old virgin? He quickly set the chart down and decided he’d better get busy and shut his mouth before he shoved his foot all the down his throat. 

“Please lie back on that table.”

Chelle nodded and scooted around, lying back on the paper-covered table. She tried to not react as he used his stethoscope to listen to her heart and lungs. When he moved the paper gown’s edges apart further to expose her breasts, she bit her lip to keep from gasping. She knew her nipples were already hard and poking up more than half an inch. And then she felt the doctor’s hands begin examining her breasts. He had her move a little, and to raise an arm above her head. Chelle told herself she was being ridiculous to notice how soft his hands were. But as his hands pressed around her right breast, checking for lumps, Chelle felt herself become aroused.

Damn! She cursed herself. She didn’t react like this when Steve touched her breasts. Of course, it was usually over her clothes, and nothing more than a quick squeeze or a rub. She was beginning to think Steve might be asexual. Sex never seemed to be a big issue with him, not like it was with her. Chelle often found herself thinking about sex, imagining having sex or wondering why they weren’t having sex. 

Aaron cleared his throat again. He was finding it harder to concentrate as he gazed down at the gorgeous breasts before him. It was unprofessional, he knew, but he couldn’t stop the thought that this woman had the best looking tits he’d seen professionally, and non-professionally, in his life. He had avoided checking her long nipple yet. Long, pointed nipples were a weakness of his. He loved to play with a woman’s breasts, and sucking on a long teat only added to his enjoyment. In fact, falling asleep with his head pillowed on luscious big boobs was his fantasy. And then during the night, he would wake up, and start sucking and nibbling on the delicious nipples once again. Rolling the nipple in his mouth, sucking it, pulling it deep into his mouth, until the woman’s hips bucked wildly in response to the deep sucking.

Aaron moved his hands to her other firm, full breast, examining it just as thoroughly. He finally had to check her nipples and squeezed the one to make sure there was no discharge. When he saw there was not, he should have moved on. He didn’t though. Instead, he circled his finger around the taut bud, and was surprised to see it distend even more. Aaron argued with himself, but he lost.

“You have exquisite breasts, Chelle. Very sensitive to the touch, and responsive.” He tried to sound professional, but it was getting harder and harder. As was another part of his body, in response to these forbidden touches. He saw Chelle blush, but she also smiled, just a bit. “You seem surprised, Chelle.”

Chelle opened her eyes, and looked up into the doctor’s face. “Thank you. My fiancé thinks I am too big, and he hates that my nipples are poking out all the time. He says it’s indecent, almost.”

Aaron cursed the absent fiancé as a fool. He requested Chelle sit up again. She did so, facing him. Aaron opened her gown and gazed at the luscious, large and arousing tits in front of him. He reached out and cupped the big boobs in his eager hands, and squeezed them. He gently bounced them and then massaged them, pulling on the long nipples. A knock on the door startled them both. Aaron closed her gown, and excused himself.

He stepped outside and was surprised to see Helen, the receptionist. He smiled at her.

Helen grinned. She liked the new doctor. “Peg had to leave and pick up her kids. Her husband called at the last minute and couldn’t get them. She asked me to stay and help you. Is there anything else you will need? Sometimes Dr. Walters’ finishes and locks up by himself. I didn’t know if you would want to do that too?”

Aaron argued with his conscience for about 10 seconds. He then nodded, and told Helen to run along. He was done with Ms. Krutz and she’d be leaving in a few moments anyway. He waited until Helen had grabbed her purse, closed the phone lines, and hurried out the door. Aaron took a deep breath, and walked back into Chelle’s room.

Section 6

Chelle’s eyes immediately fixed on Aaron’s when he re-entered the room and she felt her whole body quiver. Her first thought was that it was because she was cold, but the adrenaline now coursing its way through her body had taken over and her brain had temporarily went off line. The touch of Aaron’s hand on her nipples had sent a tingle straight to her pelvis via her tummy, and she hoped that the examination would continue. She had never felt so many sensations well up inside of her at once. 

Dr. Masters looked into Chelle’s blue eyes that now sparkled in the lights of the exam room and began his approach to test the receptiveness of his patient to undergo a very through examination.

“Chelle, I must admit that it unusual to establish a case file on a 28 year old female who is still innocent. I would like to conduct a very detailed examination if you would permit me. I will try to keep any discomfort to a minimum and just stop me if you become uncomfortable. The examination will include a pelvic which will likely cause some rather strong sensations….” 

Before Aaron could continue, Chelle responded, “Ok, I'm ready”. 

Aaron was ready too; he could already feel his prostate firing up for action, with the customary twinge that announced a clear sticky fluid was being dispatched to his penis. It would just be a few moments before it arrived along with a dose of hot blood in his now awakening male organ.

Aaron couldn’t help but think of a Robin Williams joke as he helped Chelle lay down on the exam table, placing her legs in the stirrups. “Only man is blessed with a brain and a penis, but God provided only enough blood for one to function at a time!” Aaron hoped that his penis would make the right decisions because his brain was now detached just as Chelle’s had been minutes earlier.

As he reached to part the paper gown covering her breasts once more, Aaron was amazed at how well Chelle’s breasts rode on top of her chest. The lobes and attachments were firm and made no attempt to slide off to the side and disappear under her arms. Even more noticeable was the swelling in her areolas. Chelle displayed a classic set of “puffies” and Aaron fought a sudden urge to lean over and let his tongue feel the tiny goose bumps that lingered on these bright pink buds. Aaron was still unsure of himself and his patient, so he proceeded to conduct a medical examination of Chelle’s body, while his penis created a wet spot under his lab coat. Aaron knew that he wanted to cure Chelle of her virginity and she seemed to be prepared to undergo the treatment, which would provide the cure. 


Prenuptial Doctor Visit Pt. 02



Section 8

Aaron's heart jumped directly to his throat when Chelle granted permission for him to shave her mons. He loved the smoothie look that seemed to be gaining popularity with women, especially younger girls. As a Med student he'd work the pre op room for some extra pocket money as an orderly, and quickly developed a reputation with the staff nurses as being gifted with sensitive hands when prepping a patient for surgery. 

As Aaron reached for the prepackaged shaving kit, he recognized that his hands were shaking with excitement and his chest was very tight. It was not the time to nick a patient as lovely as Chelle, so he took a few extra moments to allow the hot water to run over his hands before he gloved. With all the utensils in place Aaron rolled his stool over to the end of the exam table and took his position between Chelle's legs resting in the stirrups. The traditional white cotton sheet that had covered her from the waist down was neatly folded back onto Chelle's stomach. Aaron traditionally left the sheet up to act as a barrier and block the patient's line of sight. This afternoon Aaron wished for Chelle to witness the loss of her maidenhair and see the return of her little girl look.

As Aaron took the scissors and comb to the mass of public hair, he began to wonder is Chelle had ever trimmed herself. The color was slightly darker than the blonde she displayed on her mane. But the thickness of the growth surprised Aaron. The snipping of each tuft revealed a little more of her labia. After five minutes of steady work Aaron had reduced Chelle's forest to a stubble field. He immediately dipped a surgical sponge in to the stainless steel bowl of hot water and squeezed the excess water before applying the cloth to Chelle's genitals. As the heat soaked into her skin, Aaron glanced at her thighs and noticed the creamy white texture. Her skin was so clear it was as if you could see directly into the muscles of the legs. 

It was now time to apply the razor and Aaron applied a liberal coating of cream to Chelle's mound and lips. With slow precise strokes Aaron removed the stubble with less than a dozen passes of the razor. The challenge now was to denude her labia without a faux pas. This was the technique that made Aaron's famous in the pre op room. He had a special ability to run a blade across the genitals without causing razor burn. The tenderness of his touch had earned him many a compliment from both men and women about to undergo the knife.

As Aaron ran a moist towel across Chelle's womanhood he noticed a little pink bud peaking out from between the lips. Chelle was one of those girls whose inner lips are larger that the outer. Her clit seemed to be trying to stick its head out and take a look at who was allowing light to shine into its undisturbed territory. 

Aaron had seen Chelle raising her head ever slightly from time to time to peak at what was the cause of all the sensations she was experiencing. He reached across to the wall and positioned the mirror so Chelle could see the examination he was about to under take.

Section 9

Chelle heard Aaron's voice telling to her "relax and lie back." She knew if she unclenched her muscles it would be better. She wasn't sure what she wanted to happen, or whether this was still just "normal procedure." The feeling of this man's fingers on her "virgin" flesh had been a pretty heady experience. Suddenly, she gasped as she felt him gently probe between her lips.

"I see you have some drainage here, Chelle." Aaron spoke softly, easing his fingers between her smooth pussy lips. He had been tempted to explore her provocative little clit first, but had decided to move more slowly. He didn't think she would start yelling for help, still he was a little unsure. "It's clear though and nothing to worry about." 

Chelle felt his fingers ease into her body and looked down and saw his head bent low. She gasped again as she felt his warm breath flow over her skin, which told her that she was perfectly normal, right? She had long had thoughts of inadequacy. Any hints or suggestive moves towards Steve were always ignored or rebuffed. And yet, listening to other women talk, she couldn't help but wonder if something was wrong with her?

Aaron spoke softly. "Just take some slow, deep breaths Chelle. It will help you relax."

Chelle tried, but finally lifted her upper body, propping herself up with her arms bent. "Umm, could you stop for a minute?" she asked him softly.

Aaron froze, his breath catching in his chest. Could he have perceived the signals from Chelle wrongly? He slowly withdrew his fingers. He pulled the glove off, gently pulled the sheet down to cover her legs and moved to the side of the table. He took a deep breath. "Are you all right, Chelle? Is something bothering you? Did that hurt?" He stopped as he realized how rushed he sounded.

But to Chelle, he didn't sound that way at all. She slowly lay back down on the table, looking up into the doctor's face. She took a deep breath. "I'm all right... Well, I mean, you didn't hurt me. In fact, it felt really good!" She stopped abruptly, blushing brightly. 

Aaron smiled so just the corner of his mouth turned up. "That's not at all unusual, Chelle."

Chelle had to take another deep breath, followed by several rapid and shallow ones. "I am embarrassed to tell you..."

Aaron reached out and covered the hand resting just below her breasts. He could feel the quick, and barely discernable breaths. He considered speaking, but it seemed she needed to express this on her own, even if that meant she got dressed and left in the next minute.

"I think there must be something wrong with me!" She blurted out in a rush of emotion a moment later. "My fiancé never seems to want to kiss, or touch me. He was the one who kept insisting that we wait until we were married. And every time I touch him intimately, he pushes me away. I'm beginning to think I am frigid, or something!" She couldn't stop the catch in her voice or her eyes welling with unshed tears.

Aaron shook his head vehemently. "Chelle, my dear, I think it's your fiancé who has the problem. Please... Allow me to show you how capable I believe you are of emotion. You are a warm, and very womanly woman." Holding her eyes, he slid his hand up from her's, and inside the paper gown. He cupped her breast; only this time there was nothing the least bit clinical in his touch. And when he fingered her nipple, she groaned loudly. His other hand came up and spread the gown wide, baring both her breasts. Chelle waited with anticipation for both hands to massage her, when Aaron surprised her. He lowered his head and a moment later he sucked her nipple into his mouth. A moment later, Aaron felt her hand move to the back of his head. Her fingers cradled his head even as she bowed her back, pressing her nipple more fully into his hot, eager mouth. She cried loudly into the silence of the room.

"Yes!" 

Section 10

Aaron found his face being mashed forcefully into Chelle's boob. It was at this point that any reservation he might have about his patient not wanting to discover her sexual side was completely unfounded. As he felt Chelle's fingers wrap upon the hair on his head he saw the true picture of this 28-year-old virgin coming into focus. 

Chelle was an authentic virgin without question. The intact hymen proved that nothing more than some micro dicked guy could have wormed his way past her maidenhood without extreme difficulty. As unusual as it might seem to discover a virgin in this day of open sexuality and self-discovery, it dawned on Aaron how innocent Chelle truly was. As he gasped for air while Chelle kept his face locked to her teat, Aaron realized while she may have the body of a fully developed 28-year-old woman, he had a female with the sexual experience of a 14-year-old on the exam table. Chelle was truly a lost soul in her sexual appetite of knowing what she wanted let alone go about getting it from some partner.

In the course of just a few moments lying on an exam table, Chelle was learning more than her fiancé had taught her in an entire courtship. Aaron had no trouble physically displaying the mechanics of sexual responses to Chelle. The issue was growing not just between his legs, but also the emotional impact he was feeling for her inside his heart. He wanted this girl bad. At mere second intervals he was mentally jumping around from visions of lust to heart twisting passions. His breathing was failing to keep up with his need for air and the fully erect nipple was a challenge for him to flick out of the way to swallow the saliva filling his mouth. In the final moments of mental alertness he decided that this is what a drowning man must feel before passing over to the other side.

Suddenly, an ear splitting scream filled exam room "D" and Aaron lost his bearings as his head flew backwards abruptly and whip lashed forward into Chelle arching chest. As he caught himself from anymore violent rides he looked into Chelle's eyes that were wild. She had transformed from the quiet petite 28-year-old never been touched virgin to a woman whose body was flushed with sexual excitement. Chelle's first such feeling in her entire life was having a physical impact on both of them as 28 years of pent up expectation was releasing before them. Aaron realized that Chelle was passing into woman hood before his very eyes and that she was using him as the means to achieve her satisfaction.

Aaron was ready to place the Velcro straps around Chelle legs and help her across the passage to complete her journey to woman hood but the reality of the situation jumped right back into the middle of his brain. Chelle was getting married in a week. He was a physician who had taken several liberties with a patient. While Chelle had voiced no objections, he had yet to disclose that her hymen had become very fibrous, which was a result of her not losing her virginity as most girls do in their adolescent or premenstrual years. Chelle was intact, very solidly as a matter of fact. Her hymen was going to have to go before anyone entered her. The two options were dilating and stretching or surgically splitting her hymen. His vision was clouded by the fact that he felt passion for this woman now gazing at him with her chest fully bared. The green paper gown was tattered into shreds and soaked in Chelle's perspiration and Aaron's salvia. Events in both of these young lovers lives were about to change forever. Aaron blurted out "Chelle, it's time, are your ready". 

Section 11

Chelle was not so far gone that she couldn't appreciate the humor in the situation. "I am 28 years ready, Aaron. I don't think anyone has ever been more ready."

Aaron smiled. He had moved to stand at the foot of the table, between her widespread legs. "Chelle, my dear, we have reached a crossroads. And while I want to let my passion run wild, I also don't want to cause you any more discomfort than is absolutely necessary. Do you understand?"

Chelle looked between her widespread thighs at the man who was giving her passionate feelings beyond her wildest girlish dreams. He may not be as attractive as her football player fiancé, but he was a real man. He was making her feel like a woman, which was something that Steve had never done. And now, after experiencing just this tiny edge of the iceberg that could be her passionate nature, she knew Steve never would have reached these depths. Chelle took a deep breath.

"Aaron, I want you. I mean that I want to make love..." She blushed brightly.

Aaron nodded slowly. "Chelle, my dear, I feel the same way. I want to be inside of you, but I also don't want to hurt you. I want to go slow..." 

As he spoke to her, his hands were lightly stroking up and down the outside of her calves. Holding her gaze, his hands moved around to her inner thighs, and slid down towards her pussy. But he didn't touch her yet. His hands caressed back up the tender flesh, and back down again. Several times, all the while refusing to release her gaze, his hands caressed up and down her thighs. With his foot, he dragged the stool back over. As he started to sit down, he told Chelle softly.

"Just lay back, my sweet. If I do something you don't like, just say so. But there is no need for embarrassment. I want to worship your body in the way a man does with a woman. Close your eyes, and just feel..."

Chelle rested back, and took a couple of slow, deep breaths. But any chance of relaxing ended abruptly as she felt Aaron's fingers lightly dancing over her hairless pussy. Suddenly, her breath kept catching in her chest. She had one more rational thought- relaxing was totally out of the question!

Aaron's fingers were tender and gentle, but determined as he separated her flesh to find the pearl he wanted. His breath was warm across her bald flesh and she shivered in response. But he didn't wait. Before Chelle could catch her breath, she discovered her true nature. She cried out and her hands knotted in the sheet. Aaron's tongue flicked her clit once, and then darted back again as she cried out in response. Her hips lifted from the table to follow his tongue whenever it darted away.

But Aaron didn't stay away for long. His tongue had discovered he liked the luscious pearl, and her response was heady indeed. He inserted one finger, moving it gently in and out of her tight passage. Chelle was wet, easing his passage. As he curled his finger slightly, he eased a second finger within her narrow channel. His tongue didn't slow or waver in its pursuit. Her passion was building, and her climax surprised them both. His fingers felt wetter as her hips bucked upwards, and his tongue flicked her clit, which pushed her over the edge.

"Aaron!"

Aaron looked up and watched her climax break over her senses. While the physician part of him noted her physical responses, it was the man who became dominant now. Her wild responses inflamed him. His cock was raging for release, but he still wanted to hold back, for her sake. He knew this situation didn't make any sense, but sometimes the best things in life happened spontaneously and without warning. And for most of his life, Aaron had listened to his staid, reticent conscience rather than his deeper, more basic urges. But now, watching Chelle's innocent face and body transformed through her passionate responses to his caresses, Aaron was compelled to act on a deeper level. Slowly, his head came down to rest low on her belly. His cheek could feel as her body calmed once again. He rubbed against her smooth mound, savoring the sweet softness.

Chelle languidly lifted one arm and stroked her fingers over Aaron's hair. She took a deep breath before she spoke. "Aaron?"

Aaron didn't lift his head as he answered softly "yes?"

"Thank you."

Aaron smiled, but didn't move. It felt too good resting on Chelle's belly, her womanly scent filling the air and his manhood still demanding his attention. He wasn't completely sure that a simple "your welcome" suited this situation, though.

Chelle went on quietly. "I know to some this might seem..." She paused, lifting the hand stroking his head to gesture aimlessly, and then return as drawn by a magnet to continue caressing him. "I don't know- unusual to some- but to me it just feels right."

Aaron listened and felt her words came from his own unspoken thoughts. It was strange, uncanny even, to hear his almost unformed thoughts being voiced by someone who had been a stranger just a short time ago. This went against everything he had learned through out his education, but with Chelle, the usual rules seemed unimportant now. Feeling her fingers stroking and caressing him was both soothing and erotic. Finally, he spoke.

"It's up to you, Chelle. Do I go on, or stop? I need for you to say the words out loud. Tell me what you want." He lifted his head and met her gaze. "Tell me what you need."

Section 12 

The silence in Exam Room "D" seemed to absorb all the sounds from Aaron and Chelle's bodies. Not one word was said in what seemed an eternity when in fact only seconds passed. At a time when the objective of this chance encounter had completely vanished from reality, two people found themselves at an intersection in their life's journeys. Neither Aaron nor Chelle's life could proceed until they had negotiated this crossing. It was the kindness that Aaron had demonstrated from the very beginning that allowed Chelle the chance to find the voice within her. The opportunity to be heard and voice what she would like to do with her life and her body. In the relationship with Steve, she'd never felt so empowered as she did at this moment. The flowering bud that had been her life to this point was on the brink of blossoming or withering.

"Aaron, please ..." and Chelle went silent as she looked into the good Doctor's eyes. After reaching out with her hand, Aaron grasped it with his gloved hand and noticed the change. Chelle's hand was no longer cold. 

"Chelle, I need to hear you say what you'd liked me to do." Aaron held her hand tightly. 

"Aaron, I've felt more in the last few minutes than in my entire life. I need to know if I am all right; am I really OK? I want you to show me, please..." as the last of her words trailed into a whisper, a small tear ran down her cheek.

Aaron felt her hand squeeze his and the decision was made. Never in all of Aaron's conquests had the sexuality of a woman so impacted him. Now within the course of an hour his whole world had turned up side down. He looked back into Chelle's eyes and accepted her wish and prepared her as best he could.

"Chelle, I'm going to trust you and try to trust myself and complete the discovery we've begun. I need for you to know that you are still technically a virgin. Your orgasm was through oral stimulation of your clit. What we're about to find out is if you can accept positive stimulation via your vagina and this will involve penetration. Your hymen, a piece of tissue surrounding the entrance to your vagina is very much in tact. I am very confident your hymen will rupture when you're fully penetrated. Not very many women carry an intact hymen for 28 years, but your one rare case as we've both discovered. There is a procedure called a hymenectomy that can be done using a local anesthetic to divide the hymen. The procedure will be painless and you will not feel any further discomfort." 

"But, are there any other options?" Chelle mouthed in hush tones.

"Yes. We can try the traditional method. I can enter you with your hymen intact. There will be some momentary discomfort and a sharp pain." Aaron stopped knowing he was being too clinical. He found that he was in a position he'd never trained for or yet encountered in practice. The basic truth was that Aaron was about to slip his penis into a 28-year-old virgin and pop her cherry. He'd never had a true cherry before and with any other girl it would have been a novelty. With Chelle the event was taking on more of a sense of ceremony. And besides all of the physical drive racing through his body to jump her bones like an animal, Aaron wanted to display his respect for Chelle. He wanted to acknowledge the honor this virgin was offering to him.

A big broad smile came across Chelle's face, and Aaron just gazed. He looked at her and noticed her nipples had gown twice as large. He smiled back at Chelle knowing they both knew what was going on inside her body. He asked the last question "Which do you choose?"

Section 13

Chelle took a deep breath. Even though Aaron was saying it was her choice, in her mind there really was no choice. She wanted to give her virginity to Aaron, and to do it in "the old-fashioned way." She had never felt any of these emotions with her fiancé. And now she knew that she was capable of passion, and love. And even if Aaron was only offering her passion, she was going to take it eagerly. Her eyes moved over Aaron's tense-looking face. She felt happiness well up in side her, like water gushing up through a geyser. She felt a laugh bubble up, and she realized that it had been months she had felt this happy. A smile turned her lips upwards as she held Aaron's gaze.




Prenuptial Doctor Visit Pt. 02



"I want you to 'pop my cherry' in the good old-fashioned way. I want your body to claim my virginity, and not some clinical knife."

Aaron felt dizzy for a moment as joy surged through him. He ripped his gloves off, and lowered his head to her's. Lips met for the first time, and it was tender and gentle for a few seconds. It was an exploration of flesh, and a symbol of what had gone before, and what was soon to follow. And then, their passion re-ignited hotter than before. Aaron's hands were eagerly squeezing her breasts and pulling and pinching her nipples. He eased down her body slowly, and his hands once again worked their magic on her tender flesh. He seated himself on the stool, and his tongue joined in the sweet dance to arouse Chelle's passions. Her rapid breathing and soft sighs and moans told him what she liked. He took her to the summit one again, using his fingers with clever precision. Chelle's voice was hoarse as she cried out this time, and Aaron stood. He kicked the stool away, and the rasp of his zipper sounded loud in the quiet room. 

Chelle looked down between her widespread thighs, knowing the moment had arrived. She was breathing so quickly she could feel her breasts jiggling from the agitation. She lifted her hands and began caressing her nipples as she watched Aaron. She realized with a start of surprise that the soft flesh she felt bathing itself in her wetness was not his finger. She almost held her breath when Aaron looked up and held her gaze. There was a firm pressing against her wet pussy lips, and she could feel them spreading, and parting like the sea at his command. 

Chelle could see him pausing, and asking her once again, silently with his eyes, to confirm her decision. She knew he was violating many ethical and personal mores by his actions so far. And she wanted him to proceed, and commit the ultimate betrayal of his oaths. For a moment, she argued that she must tell him no- both for his sake as well as hers. Their eyes held. She could see his passion beating against the wall of his conscience. Chelle started to speak, but had to stop. She licked her lower lip, which was parched from her rapid breathing. Her hands clenched on her full breasts, squeezing firmly. Her breath was rapid and unsteady as she spoke. 

"Fuck me, Aaron. Make me a woman, now!"

Aaron nodded his head. He had one last rational thought- he should wear a condom! But he was clean and healthy, and he was sure she was. And beyond that, he wasn't capable of thinking right now. He had never really considered him a slave to his passions. He had always thought that he was somewhat above other men. He had never had any trouble keeping his emotional and professional lives separate before. But now, with his cock poised for entry into this virgin territory, he could no more stop than he could walk on water. He pressed forward, slowly and firmly, and he felt her lips parting to receive his cock. With a wet sound, her lips closed around his bulbous head. 

Almost as one, they both exhaled loudly. They were joined, partially, and as far each was concerned, there was no turning back. Aaron pressed forward a little more, watching her face closely, planning to stop at the first sign of pain. He watched her fingers digging into her breasts. Again, he pressed forward, and felt her flesh parting. And then, he stopped as he felt the resistance. The time had come, and he looked from where his cock was buried halfway inside her lush pink lips. He could see how her lips were thinning as her body opened more and more to welcome his entry. 

Aaron had to pause for a moment. It was a heady sight, seeing his flesh melding with Chelle's. It didn't make any sense that he should feel like this. But he did. He groaned suddenly as he felt Chelle tighten her inner muscles. 

"Damn, woman! Much more of that and this will be over before I get the job done!"

Chelle felt giddy and laughed. "Then I'll behave because I certainly want the job done, and done right!" But she tightened her muscles once again, feeling her heart soar as she heard Aaron groan once again. She had never thought she could feel this good, or give pleasure...

Aaron's voice was tight as he spoke. "Are you ready, Chelle? Shall I go on?" He added, as if he could possibly stop.

"I've never wanted anything this bad, Aaron. Fuck me! Take me! Make me a woman!"

Aaron thrust forward and felt her hymen give way after a second of pressure. He looked up and saw her biting her lip, but no cry left her mouth. A single tear slid down the side of her face. He paused and waited for her body to adjust.

Section 14

Chelle remembered grunting a hard "unh" sound under her breath and being slammed with this wall of intensity. It wasn't like pain so much as you'd associate with needles and punctures and such, as just being slammed with this massive impact of something more intense than she had the words to describe. She remembered her vision getting all dark and sort of swirls and heaving, trying to breathe, like panting, for what felt like forever as Aaron's maleness plunged into hot wet pussy. Her little hairless muff was now a full-grown pussy. No longer would she wonder what it felt like to be an honest worldly woman. No longer would she be left with out empathy when the other ladies in the office shared trysts with their lovers. Her virginity was gone and that chapter of her life had closed. Now the next door had opened with Aaron using his key to unlock the hidden treasure that waited behind her tattered hymen.

As the silence passed in Exam Room 'D', both Chelle and Aaron held still holding on to the moment. After what was probably a minute or two Aaron took his eyes off Chelle's serene face and peeked as his penis. Over half of his little buddy's shaft had entered before feeling the hymen snap, with the over half still hanging out of Chelle's hairless love canal. After a second glance he noticed just a tint of blood mingling with Chelle's juices depositing on his still firm shaft. The red of Chelle's blood announcing her ruptured innocence with the prominent blue veins bulging along his shaft complimented the pale skin of their bodies under the bright exam room lights. It was almost patriotic in a way. An emotional prang of pain shot through Aaron's gut at having caused Chelle the soreness that would accompany the destruction of her maidenhood. But as he dwelled on the matter, he noticed Chelle's hips start to rise and fall ever so gently. Truly she was just flexing her pussy muscle around his blood-engorged cock. With the slightest of movement Aaron pushed deeper into Chelle only to feel her tense. He waited a moment and then slowly withdrew until just the head of his glands rest against the broken porthole of her innocence.

Chelle raised herself on her elbows and smiled at Aaron, " Your not pulling out before the job is finished? Do I have to tell you what to do next, Cowboy?"

They both laughed at Chelle's mock attempt to assume the role as an experienced woman helping an inexperienced cowboy paying his first visit to a brothel. Aaron gave a quick shove of his girth in to Chelle, and laughed. "Are you ready to ride the big pony now little girl?" 

The laughter and role-playing diverted the attention to her freshly torn hymen, allowing her to relax and accept more of Aaron's cock inside of her now throbbing pussy. Chelle could actually feel the warmth of Aaron's blood filled penis pressing against her g-spot. She had no way of knowing exactly what her body was trying to tell her to do. Chelle made a few awkward attempts to scoot her bottom to the end of the table to receive more of Aaron's dong, but it seemed to be meeting resistance somewhere inside of her, not permitting him to plunge any deeper. As he tried to dilate her treasure fully, Aaron started the slow dance of this ritual that would imprint upon them forever. Chelle slowly rolled over on the exam table to her left side and pulled her right leg up to her chest. While Aaron dutifully had no intention of allowing his penis to slip out, he ducked Chelle's foot as it crossed over and pressed on with assaulting her love canal.

With a powerful "ugh" sound escaping from his partner, Aaron felt Chelle receive all of his manliness into her, with the tip of his glands resting against the opening of her womb and his pubic hair crushing against her clit. Immediately, Chelle began to bang her bottom against Aaron's balls, causing his gonads to bounce off her clean-shaven pussy lips as she twisted both of her nipples in contorted measures with her fingers. Her short jerky rocking movements sent shivers all across Aaron causing him to go weak in the knees. The gush of Chelle's juices soaked and coated Aaron's cock, adding to the wonderful sensation. Chelle flexed her muscles and held Aaron in a death gripped and he felt her grunt in short quivering jolts. Suddenly a surge started to well up inside his body and he knew the moment was fast approaching. He turned to adjust his footing and glanced at the clock on the wall; the hands on the clock showed 6:06. While the clock on the wall may not of stood still, the feelings of his penis buried deep in Chelle's belly striking the hour noted the time was drawing nigh for a moment that would change their lives forever. With a sudden surge of strength, Aaron quickened his pace.

Section 15

Chelle was stunned, dizzy and feeling like she was surrounded in a fog of sensations. She was being overwhelmed with feelings, sounds, and smells. Each touch of his flesh, whether it was inside, or outside her body, was making her feel crazy. She had thought they were almost done at one point, when it only got better. And now, looking up at Aaron and seeing the tense, focused look on his face, along the quickening of his movements told her the moment was coming. 

"Oh God!" Aaron shouted and jerked forward hard and fast, gluing his crotch to her's. 

Chelle like her belly was stuffed full, and then she felt it starting. It was a quivering, or a jerking, from deep inside his body, followed by heat filling her womb. Aaron moved a finger onto her clit, and he pressed and wiggled, and another climax shook Chelle to the core of her being. She was unaware of Aaron jerking forward a few more times, until he had completely emptied his seed into her fertile womb. 

Aaron didn't move for the longest time. His legs felt rubbery, and he wasn't sure he could walk even if he wanted to. He could feel Chelle's cunt muscles quivering and squeezing still in the aftermath of her last climax. Aaron realized that he didn't want to pull free of her, which was something of a first for him. Suddenly, he had intense and completely uncivilized notion that he wanted to keep Chelle plugged up neatly. He wanted his seed to stay inside her, and only slowly seep out across her lips, and onto her upper thighs. Each drop would remind her of how it had felt to be stuffed full with his cock as her body climaxed yet again.

Aaron looked at Chelle. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing was still rapid. Her hands were covering her breasts. Each tit was cupped in a hand. He remembered reading one time about a Polynesian island where the native girls slept like that at night. He'd be perfectly happy to sleep with his hands on her tits. Even better, he'd like to pillow his head on those lush bosoms, and drift to sleep sucking her nipple. 

Chelle opened her eyes slowly, feeling as if she were Alice and awaking from her dream. The difference was that she was the rabbit hole, and Aaron was the rabbit, and he was still in her "hole." She blushed as she saw Aaron watching her.

Aaron smiled. "Are you okay?"

Chelle nodded. "I don't think I could be any more 'okay.'"

Aaron's smile widened. "I'm afraid we're going to have to move soon, though."

Chelle smiled naughtily, and deliberately tightened her body around Aaron's manhood. He groaned, and bent forward a little, catching his arms around her thighs.

"Honey, my legs feel like rubber, and you are going to get cramps in yours if you don't change position, and soon!"

Chelle's smile widened. "I'm glad it's your legs, and not... other parts that seem to be made of rubber today."

Aaron laughed and lightly slapped her upper thigh. "Naughty girls like you get into trouble."

Chelle shook her head, and her smile faded, as Aaron pulled free of her body. Her tight cunt dragged a little, and there was a wet, squelching noise as the head of his cock popped free. She flushed hearing the noise. It was followed by sound of a zipper sliding up. She felt Aaron's hands gently lowering her feet from the stirrups. He pulled the lower end of the table back out and let her legs rest there. He moved to stand at the side of the table, and he couldn't stop his eyes running over the beauty of her naked body in front of him. 

"You are a beautiful woman, Chelle."

Chelle flushed and shook her head. She was picking at the sheet that was bunched at her waist still. "I need to get up."

Aaron pressed against her shoulder. He spread the sheet out to cover her from the waist down. "I think you need to just lay here for a few minutes honey. I'm afraid if you stand up too soon, you'll get dizzy."

Chelle nodded, but was unsure what to say now. She looked at Aaron.

Section 16 

The earthquake of emotions seemed to have drained Aaron of his ability to be astute in dealing with the events of the last three hours. As he watched Chelle lying on the exam table, he was felt a momentary surge of animal desire that had driven his body minutes earlier. Only now, he found himself with a greater sense of calm, as his body chemistry began returning to normal. It always amazed him that a guy could be so horny and preoccupied in the act of sex right up to the moment of orgasm, and then so quickly have the desire evaporate as the seed vacates their host. The resolution period Aaron was now experiencing allowed him to collect his thoughts, letting the blood drain from his erection and resume circulating through the rest of his body. 

Chelle seemed in her own trance, as she lay half covered on the table. Her breathing could hardly be detected as Aaron studied her chest. The nipples that he had devoured so eagerly now showed redness and hinted that Chelle might have her first set of "hickeys" by morning. A more awkward moment was yet to arrive and Aaron searched for the best way to address dismissing his patient. The usual "Everything seems normal and schedule your next checkup with the receptionist in 12months" seemed the farthest thing from want he actually wanted to say to Chelle. "Boy, how did I get myself into this corner" he thought to himself, his penis now telegraphing the final death throes sensations of his withering erection to his brain. "A woman comes to me for birth control and I wind up popping her cherry and checking out the possibility that she is frigid. But I still think her fiancé is a shit. Oh course he probably won't think much of me either if he finds out about her appointment today." 

Then he smiled to himself, it was Steve who'd sent Chelle here in the first place. Perhaps there was justice in the world. He reached for Chelle's chart and began scribbling notes about the examination and paused as he pondered what to write in the prescription for birth control Chelle had sought. There was no reason not to prescribe the I.U.D. she'd requested. But installing the appliance with a fresh load of semen would only increase the chance of pregnancy. Then he thought of offering Chelle a chance to douche, but it was highly improbable that she would conceive on a chance encounter. Aaron decided to let nature and the laws of gravity take their course and let his injection seep out of her. To realize that he'd placed his genetic material so deep in the loins of such a beautiful willing 28-year-old virgin was "job" reward enough. He would not be able to write home to his mother about what he had experienced, but then his mother had never expanded on the experiences of her youth either.

It was getting late, and Chelle began to stir from her catnap. As she drew her knees up to sit on the table she gathered the sheet around her. Fully protected from the observations of Dr. Masters she flashed a perky smile and asked, " Well Doc what are the findings of your examination, am I a healthy specimen of a woman or not?"

Aaron didn't miss a beat and fired right back "I found that your quite normal and your tests indicate that a healthy response to stimulus was elicited." He fired a shit-eating grin at Chelle who enjoyed the medical diatribe of Aaron's posturing. "Once an MD, always an MD" she thought.

But for Chelle, the purpose of her visit had escaped her. It wasn't until Aaron picked up her medical file that she remembered why she had scheduled the visit at the clinic. Suddenly, the guilt of escaping for a few hours of sexual freedom and exploration caused a twinge of guilt to race up her spine. She was supposed to be getting married next week. Was this just a last fling kind of thing? Was she just sowing her "wild oats"? Did she just trade off her virginity for a few brief moments of passion? 

Chelle looked at Aaron and asked, "Am I a difficult patient?" Aaron was speechless. Of all the adjectives he could have selected to describe his thoughts and feelings over the last 3 hours, "difficult" was not in the list of possibilities. He seized the moment and pulled Chelle close to him and embraced her for several long minutes. The energy between them, the seemingly "perfect fit of their bodies", and the calmness spoke volumes. Chelle had her answer. The words being exchanged could only be heard by them.

When Aaron released her, he asked after clearing his throat, "If you still want to be fitted for an I.U.D. we'd better reschedule for next week?" He paused and looked her in the eye, "I'll do what ever you wish".

Section 17

Chelle arrived at the office the following week. She was getting married in three days and she was hoping there would be a repeat of last week's activities. It didn't make sense, but then most of her thoughts, emotions and a lot of erratic actions had not made much sense in the last week. She had found herself thinking about Aaron almost all the time. It didn't matter what she told herself, or how many times she repeated it, the wrong man was in her dreams, both at night and during the day.

Chelle checked in and tried not to blush as she said she was there for a follow up appointment with Dr. Masters. She sat down, and had to tug at her short skirt. And it didn't make any sense either that not only did she take the time off to shower before the appointment, she also bought a sexy dress, which was concealed under her coat. And it certainly didn't make sense that she'd also had her hair done, a manicure, pedicure and special makeup. She had called and scheduled the same appointments, which were set for hours before her wedding to now occur a few hours before her doctor's appointment. She had also bought an expensive new perfume and placed it in spots that had never smelled so sweet before. Just thinking about it now made her flush.

She jumped as she heard her name called. She stood and tottered back to the exam room on her new high heels. Peg asked her how she was, and later Chelle thought she responded coherently, but she wouldn't have bet on it. Peg handed her a gown and somehow Chelle found her voice to say she was going to wait and talk to the doctor privately, first. 

Peg didn't bat an eye, and left. Chelle slipped her coat off, and sat on the exam table, crossing her legs. After a few moments, she got down and went over and sat in one of the chairs. She thought she might have looked foolish sitting up there. And there was always the chance that Aaron would come in and act as if last week had never happened. She was prepared for that, she murmured to herself for perhaps the thousandth time. She jumped when the door reopened. It was Peg.




Prenuptial Doctor Visit Pt. 02



"I'm sorry, Chelle... Oh, my, what a pretty dress! Is that for your honeymoon?" Luckily she didn't wait for Chelle to answer, nor did she seem to notice the bright blush that suddenly ran up Chelle's neck. "We messed up last week, and I need you to come to lab for a couple of tests real quick."

Chelle followed Peg down the hallway, towards the lab. In the next moment she decided she was cursed as she met Dr. Walters as he exited an examination room. She tried to answer with some semblance of intelligence as the older doctor told her how much he was looking forward to attending her wedding. She hurried into the lab to complete the required tests. It was about five minutes later that Chelle was back in the exam room, fanning herself. She was starting to hyperventilate. Suddenly she jumped to her feet, planning on leaving without seeing Aaron. The thought popped into her head that Aaron wouldn't get to see her sexy matching bra and panties. They were red, because she thought that might a color he liked since he'd had on a reddish-colored tie last week. She didn't hear the door open, and when Aaron spoke to her softly, she dropped her purse and coat.

Section 18

Aaron entered the room with nostrils flaring and detected a soft fragrance filling Exam Room D. The nervousness of seeing someone after an extended time of ultimate intimacy seemed to give him a degree of discomfort. When he saw that Chelle had not changed into the paper gown a spark of fear filled his vision as jilted woman could be preparing to emasculate his life and credentials. 

In the briefest of moments Aaron's fears of not being able to rekindle the attraction for Chelle's earlier visit vanished. He closed the exam room door and embraced her. Chelle whispered, "I still doubt I could have taken that final step if it had been only up to me." They held each other, continuing to kiss, and in the end it was she who led Aaron to the table, pulling him down next to her, then taking his hand, placing it to her breast. 

What surprised Aaron is how calm he felt: not a bit nervous, no sweaty palms or shortness of breath. All the time he knew that they had so little time before Chelle and he would go separate ways. She to be married and he to his medical practice. But again Aaron had never felt the need to rush through this new and wonderful experience, to spend his self within her warmth and get it over with before time ran out. If he ever had any thoughts on the subject it was the desire for these moments together to feel right, to let them be everything he had ever dreamed them to be in the last week since Chelle's deflowering. 

And they became just that, everything just flowing smoothly and naturally, no hesitation, no rush, each new moment the natural next step from the one before. Their passion flared and neither moved more than a heartbeat from the other as they lay on the table.

Aaron spent a long time exploring her delightfully sensitive breasts. The pleasure she took from the attention of his mouth seemed a warm joy in her heart, adding to the sweetness more than he ever could have imagined in his dreams. When his mouth finally left her saliva-wet nipples, their aureoles blushed and glistening from my sucking, there was never any doubt in his mind where to go next. Aaron kissed his way down her stomach and when his lips reached her navel spoke, "I might kiss her even further down?"

Her face lit up in a smile Aaron would never forget. "Would you like that?" she asked. Aaron whispered back that there was nothing he'd would like more. Her skirt was quickly shoved up and she eagerly parted her silky thighs for his seeking mouth... 

In the past week Aaron's had remembered Chelle's taste and the scent of her soft shaven mound, the beauty of her labia's, like flower-petals opening under his tongue, her soft moans and the dreamy happy expression on her face as he explored her. It's hard to state how long those moments of her sharing herself with him lasted, the unimaginable joy he took from giving her pleasure, only that it was too short, interrupted when there was a knock at the door of Exam Room D.



Prenuptial Doctor Visit Pt. 03



Section 19

Aaron surprised his self at how quickly he could move. He was off the table, straightening his clothes and lifting Chelle down in less than a second. Surprising himself at how rational and organized his thinking was, he had her slip the gown on, be seated in the chair and then tossed a sheet to cover her bottom half. He stepped to the door, running one hand through his hair and then straightened his tie. He opened the door, placing himself in front so no one could walk in.

Dr. Walters smiled at him. "Could I see you in my office for a moment, Dr. Masters?"

Aaron nodded and felt his heart sink into his shoes. This was it- the end of his career, he thought as he followed the older man into his office. Aaron closed the door behind him, and sat in the chair across the desk from Dr. Walters. He knew he'd been playing with fire...

Dr. Walters smiled at Aaron, which threw him suddenly. "I was handed Chelle's lab results by mistake and had read them before it dawned on me. As soon as I saw them, I knew I had to interrupt you." He passed the clipboard across the desk, and as Aaron read the top paper, he went on. "I'd be happy to tell her, if you wish. Since the wedding is so close, I doubt it will be a big surprise. Of course, there's no need for birth control now, but we do need to cover a few items for her early prenatal care."

Aaron felt a roaring in his ears. He only heard a small portion of what was said. He was too wrapped up in his own emotions to think beyond the moment. Of course, that is what had got him in this situation in the first place! But right now, he couldn't appreciate the humor in that statement. Chelle had his baby in her womb and was due to marry another man in a few days. Suddenly losing his practice and everything he'd worked so damned hard for seemed to fade in importance. He'd wanted a child, and a wife... Hell, he wanted the whole damned package! But he also knew that since he'd not had a serious relationship that lasted more than a few months, his chances of forming a connection that would lead to marriage had become a topic put back on a shelf somewhere. But today, it was a reality.

Dr. Walters was standing, having taken Aaron's silence as his agreement that he should tell Chelle. Later, Aaron would think that he'd never seen the old doctor move so fast. And like in a dream, he heard a door opening and Dr. Walters voice greeting Chelle. He heard nothing else because the door had closed behind him. After a moment, Aaron returned to his office and removed his white coat. He grabbed his sports coat and walked to the reception desk. He was leaving early he told them, and walked out. *** Chelle left the office building and started walking towards her car. Her purse was stuffed full of brochures, along with a list of doctors who were obstetricians. Running her hand through her hair, she stopped in her tracks. That was the last thing she had seen Aaron do, just before he'd walked out of her life such a short time ago. Even now, she wasn't completely sure on what she'd thought would happen. Hell, she was still dealing with what had happened! Maybe later she'd be able to think over what she'd expected to happen. But she'd never even considered the possibility...

Chelle stopped again. She looked around, dazed. She didn't know where she was...

"Get in the car, Chelle." Aaron spoke loud enough of her to hear, but not a shout. He had waited in his car, planning on following Chelle home. But then she'd come out of the building, and walked right past the parking lot. After a moment, he realized she wasn't coming back and followed her in his car. He trailed behind her for two blocks, not wanting to startle her. But when she stopped abruptly and he saw her looking around, he drove his car forward until he was next to her.

Aaron watched Chelle as she turned slowly to look at the car. He hadn't fully appreciated the effect of the seductive dress earlier. She looked so sexy that he could feel himself getting hard once again. And then, out of nowhere, came the thought of how would Chelle look in five months? Would her belly be pouched out just a hint, or nicely rounded like a ball? And would her breasts still be the same, or would they be a little larger, or "heavy hangers" and full of milk to suckle their baby? 

Aaron shook his head in surprise. He was even more aroused imagining Chelle's body misshapen with pregnancy! He repeated his command, leaning over and pushing the door open. As he watched, Chelle walked the few feet to the car. His eyes went to her legs, which were exposed almost to upper thigh as she stepped down into the car. She was unused to wear such short skirts, but right now she could have been almost naked for all the attention she was giving her appearance. As soon as the door closed, he drove down the street.

Section 20 

Aaron drove his car as he handled his life, disciplined, decisive and in a deductive manner. A jumbled thought process had wrecked all rational mental process and he relinquished the physical control of his body to automatic responses. As he turned onto the westbound ramp of I-70, he stabbed the gearshift from fourth to third and pressed the accelerator to the floor. With the tachometer nearing redline he felt the harmonics of the engine match the current singing of his heart. 

Aaron shook the mental process of the previous hour, which continued to overload his brain. Think he cursed in silence, "Woman", "Baby", "Fiancé", "Wedding", Pregnancy", "Family", "Diapers", "Career"," In-laws", "Stretch marks", "Fatherhood", "Teddy Bears".... His mind could not absorb all the information; he needed time, which at the moment seemed in short supply. 

As the Mustang headed West into the setting Sun, Aaron felt the warmth of Chelle's hand slip over his resting on the gearshift. Not a single word was uttered. Both stared straight ahead through the windshield as the brilliance of a beautiful sunset warmed them. Intertwined digits seemed the only stability in either of their lives at this exact moment and neither contemplated letting go. The occasional tear slipped down both their faces but neither moved to wipe away the emotion the other felt.

Aaron tried to evaluate his mindset. A logical order called for him to vent some of the feelings banging away inside of his heart. He breathed in and held his air. He had a woman who he'd only met a week ago, "in an examination room with her feet in stirrups' and proceeded not only to deflower her but impregnate her with his own sperm. Damn! The first funny thought rifled through his head, "should he turn this in to the Division of Family Service, or file a Workman's Comp Claim?" He wanted to share this humor with Chelle, but he could only imagine where her thoughts were at this moment. Could she have left his office a week ago and made Steve perform on demand, and he be the father of the child growing inside her womb? Aaron quickly discounted that notion. Steve was a self-consuming controlling ex football jock that knew nothing about the passions capable inside Chelle's body. Last Friday's visit proved Aaron had played on a field Steve had never suited up for even in his wildest dreams. 

Damn! Steve and Chelle were to be married in two days. The logic was beginning to restructure Aaron's brain. Chelle is a patient, Steve is the fiancé, a wedding is scheduled, parents and friends would attend, a baby would be born ...... "Default, Default... did Chelle want to have a baby. What did she think of this person inside sharing her body?" There was too much noise inside Aaron's head. He drove west on I-70 with no destination in mind, much like his life seemed to be at the moment. His fuel tank was full and the woman next to him who he'd seen twice had a full tank too, thanks to him. Aaron could not think in a rational manner, his brain was scrambled and Chelle carried his baby. The only guidance was the lines on the highway. After driving 2 hours and not a word uttered since leaving the parking lot at the clinic, Aaron turned to Chelle and asked "Do you have any idea where were going?"

Section 21

Chelle turned to look at Aaron. She wasn't sure what he meant. "I don't know." She turned her head to look out the window. "It doesn't look like we're anywhere near my place, though."

Aaron nodded, but also knowing that he had meant in the bigger sense of things rather than actual location. Before he could think of anything else to say, Chelle went on. "Could you pull into that rest stop? I really need to potty, if you wouldn't mind."

A few minutes later, Aaron was parking the car. Before he could turn to say anything, Chelle was out of the car and inside the building already. He locked the car and decided to make use of the facilities as well. Leaving the restroom, Aaron started for the car when he thought a cold drink would taste good. He glanced around, but didn't see Chelle. He walked around the corner to where the vending machines were housed when he heard Chelle's voice. He stopped as he realized she was on the phone. He didn't give a damn about the old saying regarding eavesdroppers.

"No, Steve."

Aaron gritted his teeth as he realized that Chelle was talking to her fiancé. "Shit," he murmured under his breath. This was one hell of a situation he realized. It wasn't only careless teens, he could preach in the future, who could get into tough situations following unprotected sex. He moved a little closer to hear what Chelle was saying more clearly.

"I'm sorry your plans have been changed, but I'm still not going to be able to pick up your dry-cleaning." Aaron heard silence and realized Chelle must have been listening to her fiancé. Twice she tried to interrupt him, but was cut off. Aaron silently cursed her fiancé and called him every kind of asshole. He stopped though when Chelle started to speak again. "Well, Steve I'm afraid that there are going to be a lot of things you will need to do for yourself from now on." 

Chelle starting tapping her foot on the floor as she listened to his complaining. "Well, Steve..."

Aaron moved closer and saw that Chelle had taken the receiver away from her ear and was lightly banging it against her forehead. He took another step closer, intending on rescuing Chelle's abused head when she stopped. 

"Dammit Steve! Just shut the fuck up for a change! The world doesn't revolve around you, and neither do I from now on. The wedding is off! You need to get that through your thick head." Another moment of silence and then Chelle replied. "Don't worry about that! My mom is calling to cancel everything. All you have to do is let your family know. I'm not joking... No! Goodbye."

Chelle slammed the phone down and turned so quickly she bumped into Aaron. "Oh, damn! Aaron, I am so sorry. I didn't see you."

Aaron had reached out and clasped her upper arms, steadying her. "It's all right, honey. I was eavesdropping."

Chelle flushed and then she smiled. "Well, you heard then." She opened her small purse and pulled out some change. Walking over to the vending machine, Chelle got herself a soda. She looked at Aaron. "What would you like?" After getting his drink, she walked to the other machine and bought two large chocolate bars. She looked up and saw Aaron watching her. "Hey, I thought cravings were normal?"

Aaron shrugged. "It's probably too soon."

Chelle tore off the wrapper of one and bit into the chocolate. "Then I'm eating for two." She turned away in a huff and walked back to the car. Aaron jogged after her, pressing the remote key chain and unlocking the door. Starting the car, he started the drive back into the city.

Section 22

The drive back into the city passed too quickly for the two of them. Chelle and Aaron had yakked like a couple of teenagers talking about everything from their families to their preferences in of ice cream. 

Chelle told Aaron, "I've never had such an intimate discussion about myself with another... its like a renaissance, the whole world of concerns and fears have been lifted from me." 

Aaron smiled an admitted, "you're a very amazing woman Chelle, and you've covered a whole lot of ground in a very short span of time." 

"But I covered all that ground because you allowed me to" she replied flashing the sweetest smile. Aaron had allowed her grow up and she trusted him in not trying to control her. "It wasn't like this with Steve, does it brother you that I want to talk about him?" 

Aaron looked into her eyes and provided the release Chelle needed from any concerns that her ex fiancé would come between them either mentally or in conversation. Chelle's decision to call off her wedding and terminate the 12 year relationship with the best looking football jock to graduate from Blue Valley high had left no more impact on her than changing a fast food order at McDonalds at the last second. She knew that the venting would take time over the course of many months, but Aaron's response proved that he was not jealous and would allow Chelle to discover and deal with the little issues as she decided to confront.

As they turned off the avenue onto the side street, Aaron felt a knot grow inside his stomach. A silent hush entered the interior of the car as Aaron parked in front of Chelle's apartment. Aaron turned to Chelle and started to speak when Chelle offered a time worn phrase, easing the knot in gut. 

"Would you like to come inside?" 

With the tenseness gone by her invitation, Aaron's dry wit emerge again, "Again?" 

Chelle blushed till her fair complexion turned dark red. She opened the door and told Aaron "Be sure and lock it."

Aaron followed Chelle up the walk toward the Tudor style complex. It was a well cared for older building and the landscaping framed Chelle's body as he watched her body glide across the walk. The gentle sway of her hips sent him to the outer reaches of his saneness. Mr. Happy was stirring in his boxers and he had to feel her body. When she placed the key inside the lock of the door, Chelle was spun around and felt her feet leave the ground. "I've always wanted to kiss a beautiful girl on the front step." Before Chelle could respond, her lips were sandwiched with Aaron's. The world disappeared for the next five minutes. 

Chelle broke the lip lock and announced, "I need to pee." Then she smiled, "I'm expecting, you know!"

Aaron couldn't allow this straight line to pass, "Expecting what?"



Prenuptial Doctor Visit



She seemed more comfortable now as she reclined on the table thankful she didn’t have to sit up as Aaron’s hands felt her left breast with increasing pressure. With his free hand the young Doctor began probing and poking along Chelle’s abdomen. Aaron noted that Chelle’s breathing had increased. A second later her felt her heart beating faster, thus giving another clue that he might just make up for the mishap with Mrs. Amos that occurred that morning. But then again Mrs. Amos didn’t have a set of breasts like Chelle’s.

After finishing the check of her internal organs, Aaron looked back at Chelle who had closed her eyes from time to time and asked, “ How are we doing? Can you relax a little so I can check you pelvis?”

Section 7 

Chelle looked back as the doctor spoke to her once again. She wanted to deny the feelings she was having, but she couldn’t. She had gotten aroused as he probed her breasts. She wanted to say caressed, but she doubted he had intended anything more than a routine examination. She jerkily nodded her agreement, and took a few deep breaths to steady herself. 

Aaron’s eyes focused on the quivering and jiggling going on as she scooted on the table to get more comfortable. He knew he should move down to the end of the table, but the delectable sight of those magnificent tits stopped him once again. He cleared his throat, hoping he sounded professional.

“I do need to check one more thing, Chelle.” Use of her first name just slipped out, but he didn’t stop when she didn’t correct him. He moved his fingers to those entrancing “puffies” and began probing them in detail. He grasped each nipple, tugging, pulling and lifting each tit upwards. He released each abruptly, and felt a sharp stab of arousal when her breasts bounced and jiggled wildly in response. He tried to distract himself by asking her some questions, while he continued plucking and squeezing those long, puffy nipples.

"Are your nipples overly sensitive? ... Always or only sometimes? ... At what times? ... Did they easily become erect? ... Was friction required to make them erect? ... What about the areolas: were they highly sensitive?"

Chelle answered him softly, her throat feeling incredibly parched. “Yes. Always. They never seem completely flat. Easily. No, no friction. Yes, very sensitive.”

“What happens when your fiancé plays with them, or sucks on them?” Aaron asked, trying desperately to hang onto his composure.

“I don’t know,” Chelle, whispered her answer, flushing hotly. She felt Aaron’s fingers (she was having a hard time thinking of him as “doctor” anymore), pause in their detailed examination of her nipples. 

Aaron met Chelle’s eyes. He argued it was the wrong thing to do, but he still went on. “Never?” he asked her softly.

Chelle shook her head. “No.”

Aaron paused again, considering his actions. It wasn’t too late still to pull back, but the thought of these amazing breasts being “virtual virgins” as well was just too damned much for any man to ignore. “I think I will need to check them, then.” Aaron stopped, taking a deep breath, as he realized it sounded like he was tripping over his own words.

Chelle nodded, waiting. 

She didn’t have to wait too long though. Aaron rubbed his index finger over the tips only of each nipple, separately. He watched, as her nipples got even tighter and longer. He took the edge of the paper gown, which felt like a rough piece of paper towel, and rubbed each nipple tip slowly. The response was again the same, and Aaron decided it was time for the other “test.” He lowered his head, mouth opening and licked the tip of her nearest nipple.

Chelle almost jerked in response to the feel of Aaron’s wet, slightly rough tongue across her nipple. He didn’t give her time to think though, because in the next instant he enveloped the whole nipple with his mouth. He sucked and pulled, using his tongue to flick and tease while his mouth provided the ultimate test. Chelle couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her lips. She had thought his touches were rather amazing. But it was nothing compared to the sucking pull of his mouth. There was a sharp and arousing feeling that arrowed straight down and arced through her body. The blood was congesting in her loins. Her hips jerked upwards as her body answered the unspoken demand of his body. 

Aaron continued to suck for another minute, lifting his head and releasing the nipple with a loud, wet plop. Her nipple glistened long, wet and distended. He met Chelle’s cloudy, passion-fogged gaze. Holding her eyes, he pressed his hand flat to her stomach and slid it down over her belly. He tangled his fingers in the soft, springy curls concealing her womanly mound. He dragged his fingers through the pussy fur, and then rubbed over it, as if he were petting her. He noticed how her hips seemed to lift to meet his touch. 

“For me to do a truly accurate and thorough examination, I’ll need to take care of this.”

Chelle frowned; her senses were being overwhelmed by the feeling of his warm hand resting on her bush, occasionally patting her like a sweet pet. She swallowed hard.

“Umm, what do you mean by take care of this?”

Aaron held back his grin and the feeling of success. He had always wanted do this… “I’ll need to shave your pubic hair. That is the only way to be completely thorough.”

Chelle gasped for a moment. “Shave my…!”

Aaron nodded, again patting and stroking the moist curls. “I know it seems extreme, and you do have a lovely bush. Not many women have such full, lush and curly shags, but I’ll need to inspect your skin. And I need to shave you for that.”

Aaron paused. He almost lost it and said “pussy fur.” That might have ruined the whole thing. He had been so enamored with Chelle’s tits that faced with her virgin pussy; he didn’t want to blow what was promising to be the most incredible sexual experience of his life.

Chelle’s voice came softly, but it sounded loud to Aaron. “All right, if you need to for my exam.”