Anything But Routine (Priscilla x Volero)

[Priscilla May]

“Right through here Ms. Adams.”

The nurse opened the exam room door and held it for the small girl as she smiled and ushered her in. The girl, Grace Adams, looked a bit nervous as she entered, surveying the room like she did not trust it. She wore a long sleeve t-shirt, and long plain jeans absent any rips, tears or blemishes. It was the middle of the summer and such attire would not be comfortable for anyone, but Grace’s family was very religious and ensured their pretty little daughter was covered head to toe.

This was the first time Grace had been to Dr. Julias alone her entire life. Her mother had an important church meeting to go to and Grace needed this checkup to attend church camp. Her mother had patted her on the head and told her since she was 18 now she needed to get used to doing some things alone, because after all Jesus was always with her.

“Go ahead and sit up there Ma’am and I’ll take some vitals.” The nurse took up the arm cuff to check her blood pressure. After an unformattable tightness around her arm subsided, the nurse took the reading.

“Hmmm a bit high. You feeling ok sweetie?” The nurse looked at the girl.

Grace simply nodded. She was of course nervous and that was raising her blood pressure high. The nurse took all the other relevant vitals, chatting casually with the girl who said little.

“Ok so thats about it. You will wait here and Dr. Anthony will be with you shortly.” She smiled and quickly left the room and on to her next patient.

Grace’s face went white, that was a man doctor's name. She would spend the next moments waiting for the doctor in a panic. And when that door did eventually open again, she would jump a bit, startled that he was here for her.

 

[Volero]

Clipboard in hand, casual button-down and slacks draped over his tall frame, the doctor stepped back outside from the data entry room, having just tallied his previous patient, and received the printout for his next one. Moving through the somewhat cramped hallways of the small practice, the most ho-hum of expressions over his face, he passed room #5 before one of the nurses turned the corner in front of him, stopping as she briskly approached him.

"She should be ready now," he let out, gliding past his form towards the room he had just passed. "But... careful walking in. She got a bit jittery when I mentioned your name. I think this is her first time seeing anyone besides Dr. Julias."

He gave her a nod, telling her "Right, thank you," before she moved, pulling the #5 door open and stepping through. Alone in the hallway, he gave a quick look down towards the sheet already prepared for him. Grace Adams, eighteen... yeah, he supposed that checked out. Fixing his attention back onto it, he turned the corner through the hallway again before facing door #6. Readying a casual smile, he reached for the metal handle and gradually pulled it open.

The examining room ahead revealed to him, his eyes were met with the patient - a petite, young-looking, rather cute girl, a long-sleeved shirt and jeans draped over her, thick ashy-blonde waves of hair around her shoulders, perched upright on the paper-covered table. And when her eyes darted back to him - tall form looming over her, salt-and-pepper flecks through his dark hair, his features a bit severe in spite of his fixed smile - a spring of tension seemed to run through her, the girl practically jumping back where she sat, her gasp threatening to turn into a quiet shriek. He simply stood there across from her, a bit surprised, waiting for the girl to calm down. He couldn't have looked that intimidating, could he? Least of all with the drab, somewhat dorky button-down he wore.

"Uh... hi there. I'm Dr. Anthony Smith," he greeted her at last, slowly shutting the door behind him lest he startle her further. "I'm filling in for Dr. Julias today. You were... expecting to see her, huh?" he began to ask, working through his calming bedside-manner tone.

 

[Priscilla May]

He’s just a normal doctor, just a normal doctor, just a normal doctor. Grace told herself over and over in her head as the doctor used a very calming and professional tone. As he closed the door behind him she gulped, she had never been alone in a room with a man who was not part of her family before. Yet she knew that she was 18 and she had to do this to be a real adult. She did her best to sit up straight and put on a brave face for the doctor, but all she would end up doing is looking cutely nervous as she huddled on the edge of the exam table.

“Um uh, yea.” Grace said, brushing her hair behind her ear as she nodded. “I’ve seen her since I was little.” She avoided eye contact for now, too nervous as it were.

 

[Volero]

Watching the girl trying to calm herself, settling back upright on the table, fingers playing at her hair while her eyes fixed themselves down onto her knees, Anthony had to regard the cuteness of her response, though he tried not to let it show on his face. Once she seemed pacific enough, he took another step closer into the room, heading over to shelf full of medical supplies beside the door. He hadn't been told much about this patient, so new was his presence in the office. Had he talked to her parents before, known the church-life they kept her under, her nervousness might have made more sense to him.

"Ah. Well, that makes sense," he told her, fetching a stethoscope and draping it over his neck. "Well, Grace, I hope you can get used to me. At least for this one check-up," he added, his phrasing a bit cheeky. Trying to establish some kind of rapport with this shrinking violet before him. He turned to face her again, stepping up in front of her, clipboard held in front of him. He peered back and forth between her face and the sheet, already seeing her anxiety climb a bit at his approach. Hopefully, for as nervous as she was, the clipboard might help to put some metaphorical distance between the two of them. Especially as he approached her with a stethoscope; probably, she could already envision just what he would be doing with it.

"Well then, so... your vitals all look good. I'd say you look like a perfectly healthy 18-year-old," his words continued. He tried to meet those hazel eyes again, as difficult as she found it to meet his back. "Any health complaints this year? Anything bothering you in general? I know this time in a person's life can be pretty momentous."

 

[Priscilla May]

As the doctor pressed the stethoscope on her chest she felt s but uncomfortable, it was the closest a man had ever gotten to touching her, and though she did not quite understand why men should not touch her, she knew it was some sort of sin. Nevertheless she let it happen, her heart probably sounding wild as he held it there, her cheeks blushing a bright red.

As the doctor told her she was a healthy 18 year old she felt relieved. Thats what Dr. Julia would say when the exam was over. Maybe she got tense for nothing?

“No…” she said sheepishly. “No complaints really.” She shrugged her shoulders, not really know what she should be complaining about. She also had a quizzical look when he mentioned momentous point in her life, she did not feel very different since turning 18, not much had changed.

 

[Volero]

The ends fixed into his ears, Anthony finally ventured forward with the stethoscope, pressing it onto Grace's chest through that thick long shirt. He couldn't make out a very clear heartbeat with the cloth impeding its lens, but for the moment, it was moreso to test out whether she'd gotten comfortable enough for him to properly examine her. And with him drawing in so close over her, touching the metal instrument to her body - her face scrunched up a bit, her fingers digging into the leather cushion beneath her, and a pink flush started to coat along her cheeks. But so far, she wasn't freaking out like she had before. The timid girl beneath him was possibly adjusting to this being a normal doctor's examination.

"Hmm... I'm going to have to examine your heart rate here, Grace," he quietly told her, looking back up into her eyes that finally managed to make contact with his. "So, for just one second..." he continued, before slowly drawing the stethoscope lens downward. Surely, Dr. Julia had done this part for her before. As delicately as he could, he dipped it up underneath the long fabric of her shirt, his other hand taking a hold along the length of the table to her side. Slowly, he worked it up along her skin underneath, idly taking in its soft feel with the edge of his hand grazing past it. Feeling already just how warm her bare skin underneath had become. And with him taking in the plain fabric of her bra, he finally angled the lens down over her chest, just past the soft curve of her petite bosom. Finding at last her heartbeat - fast, thudding. Understandably so. But no erratic rhythms.

"Ah... well, your heartbeat's a bit fast. But it sounds normal regardless," he tried to console her before finally sliding the stethoscope back out. However his touch along her body was making her feel, though, there was still more to come. "Now, let's have a quick look at your lungs." Stepping around behind her before performing the same trick again with her shirt, this time up along her back, tenting the shirt around his hand and revealing the barest sliver of her back to his eyes, just above the waist of her jeans. Still, though, he made his brisk journey upwards, past the back strap of her bra, pressing the lens down past her shoulder blade. "Breathe in, nice and slow... now breathe out," he instructed her. The cold metal slid over towards the other half of her back. "Again... breathe in..."

 

[Priscilla May]

Her heart was skipping as he told her that he would have to go under her shirt. Dr. Julia certainly did do this before but for some reason she felt a bit different during this one, the cold metal of the stethoscope awakening a strange heat within her. As he began to slide his instrument up her body Grace gave an audible gasp. She looked into the doctor’s eyes with a nervous expression, yet she told herself over and over this was routine.

Even as his finger felt the fabric of her cotton bra she took another deep breath and told herself it was routine. The metal set right upon her breast, and he was so close to her. Grace never felt something like this his, and she was very convinced it was something bad.

Yet a sigh of relief came from the girl as he slid the stethoscope back out from under her shirt and said her heart sounded fine.

She didn’t realize it was not over however. Soon the dr had his instrument up his back, the cold metal and his warm arm between her shoulder blades.

Grace took the deep breaths as instructed, though they were shaky and nervous breaths that were no doubt obvious.

She looked up to the doctor to hopefully ger reassurance she was doing well.

 

[Volero]

Even as he did his work examining her, Anthony found his lingering more and more onto those of Grace beneath him - onto those hazel orbs that mooned up at him within her beet-red face. Her lips fell open with a gasp as the metal grazed her skin - a common enough reaction, but coupled with the burning through her cute face, it somehow took on a... different aspect. The agitation climbing through her body, teeming through her every pore, seemed above and beyond normality for a girl her age, even for a first time examination. Alone, with a stranger of a male doctor.

Her breaths practically rattled through her at his instruction, escaping her as keening little gasps on the exhale. The very sound of it enough to make his own heart rate spike a bit as well. Obviously, he ought not to have such a response to a patient; but her strange response was so flagrant that such decorum seemed lost to him for a moment. He peered back around into her face, those eyes darting fearfully back towards him. For all of the panic she'd displayed up to now, though... she had somehow managed to settle so compliantly into his touch. Almost as if her fear were forcing her to stay in place beneath him, rather than compelling her to dart away...

"Hm... your lungs sound just fine," he told her, his words managing to tickle out straight onto the back of the girl's neck. Finally, he pulled back with the stethoscope, leaving her to relax as best as she could as he stepped back around in front of her. Still, though, the flush coating her face had yet to recede. His gaze held over her in silence for a moment before he mentally prepared his next question. One he was required to ask, and yet... some other intention was beginning to well up behind it.

"Now, Grace... I'm required to ask this, so bear with me..." he began, finally looking away from her, finding his clipboard on the end-table and peering down at it for effect. "...are you currently sexually active?"

 

[Priscilla May]

As the stethoscope left her body and the doctor retracted, Grace took a deep sigh of relief. There was something about the proximity with Dr. Anthony that made her heart race and body heat rise. She felt really funny, and wondered if it was the feeling of sin that was haunting her. She was alone in this room with this man, she did not know exactly what was wrong with that, but she knew she was not supposed to, yet she allowed herself to be so she was sinning. She contemplated this for a long moment until the doctor began to ask her questions once more.

As much anticipation as Dr. Anthony displayed asking the question, the impact of it was something surprising. Grace sat there, a quizzical look on her face. She was neither red from embarrassment nor avoiding eye contact.

“Sexually… active?” Her head cocked to the side as she struggled with these foreign words.
“What does that mean?” Grace waited to hear more as she sat up straight and put her hands on her knees.

 

[Volero]

Anthony could have expected any number of reactions to his probing question. A deeper flush, a stammer through her words, a shrinking through her petite body language. Just from the way she had flared up at his touch, he could even begin to get a sense of Grace's proper diagnosis in this instance: deep sexual repression, from which he might anticipate her discomfort at the topic. The response she gave him, though, short-circuited all of that. Her very embarrassment seemed to interrupt itself, a look of incomprehension crossing her flushed face. The words she repeated back to him were utterly foreign through her curious tone.

The doctor had to have looked pretty uncomprehending in his own right as he looked back at her. The tension rising through his own mind and body momentarily upended itself. This girl... she was eighteen years old, and yet... had she never so much as heard that word before? Was she... homeschooled, or...

He must have blinked several times in front of her face before the moment of confusion passed. Regathering his thoughts, he found himself swallowing a bit, looking again over this teenage girl in front of him. A bit of a flush still coating her face, her cute features still a bit mixed up in embarrassment - asking him with complete innocence just what he meant by "sexually active". For which his mind had to scramble a bit.

"Uh... you know, sexually active," he began again. Her hazel eyes still blank looking back at him. No, she did not know. "I mean... okay, well." How best to approach this... "When you, and a man, or woman..." Catching himself a bit with that last part; that in itself likely way further beyond her mental purview. "Alone together, and... drawn to each other..." His eyes holding on hers throughout this awkward euphemism, trying to find any recognition of what he was alluding to.

 

[Priscilla May]

Grace still was dumbfounded, she was not however all together stupid and could tell that she was missing something key, or perhaps she did not study hard enough on first aide during her certification to understand. But she still looked at him blankly, wondering exactly what he meant.

“Alone together?” She gave him a curious look, then looked around the room. “Are we sexually active right now?” She said without missing a beat. The concept was truly lost on her. For all she knew Jesus hand delivered babies to their parents, much less the parents being involved in any way in the process.

Her education at home was centered around christian curriculum that did not even come near the topic of reproduction. Most all the books had anatomical parts of the male and female bodies censored in the form if leaves like that of Adam and Eve. The most Grace knew about her own body came directly from her mother. Everything from hair growth, breast growth, to her periods were explained away in some biblical sense (the blood represents Christ’s blood given to Christian women) to circumvent any sort of difficult discussion that might taint their daughter’s purity.

Grace did feel truly lost in this conversation. But she wanted to understand. The easy and apparent answer to the question was NO.

 

[Volero]

Anthony was happy to end his awkward phrasing as it hit the brick wall that was Grace's expression beneath him. Whatever spectrum of behavior he alluded to was a vapor for her; no one had educated the poor thing. And whatever flushing response she'd had to this stranger of man's touch, she had no words to correlate it with. He was on the edge of feeling pity for Grace - part of him began to wonder just what he could do for her, whether there was some pamphlet or anything he could give her. Whatever, at least, wouldn't bring down the wrath of her parents, the likely source of her miseducation.

But then her soft voice hit him with yet another innocent phrasing, one which set a spike through his heartrate: "Are we sexually active right now?" Such words, through such a lightheartedly pleading tone, from such a cute, lightly-reddened face beneath him, set Anthony palpably on edge in front of her - though again, he tried to disguise such a primal response from him. Already, though, his professional comportment was finding itself a bit... lopsided. His eyes briefly cast about the room, towards the door, taking in the din of quiet through the office walls around him. Thoughts still ran through him how he might... help the girl in front of him, through... education. But they were quickly taking on a very different edge.

"... well, Grace," his voice produced again at long last. Almost unconsciously, he was taking the stethoscope down from around his shoulders, placing it on the end-table above the clipboard while his eyes lingered on her. "There's... well, I guess we could go over some... basics. To help you try and understand." He swallowed again, preparing his words.

"Have you... ever been naked with someone else before?"

 

[Priscilla May]

If Grace did not know any better she would think that Doctor Anthony looked a bit uncomfortable right now, though Grace was not sure exactly why. He almost looked how she felt before when he was examining her, though she was certain a doctor would not be uncomfortable like that. Certainly he was trying to perform a good exam, and a normal adult wouldn’t question thay, why should she?

As the doctor said “well grace” and took off his stethoscope and put down his clipboard, she recognized his serious tone. When she heard this sort or serious tone it meant that she did something wrong and that she was in sin. Her body tensed up as did her facial expression waiting for his lecture, but as he said he would give her some examples she was now confused…. why the serious tone?

It was not until the leading question did she start to feel nervous all over again.

“No…..” Grace shook her head furiously. She must be in trouble, he might tell her parents she had been naked, even though its not true, what made him thing that? “Not since I was a kid.” She was flush at the thought of the question.

 

[Volero]

By all means, Anthony was tipping right over a very dangerous line with his young patient. He had handily gotten the answer to his question - "Are you currently sexually active?". He had more than enough pretext to finally dismiss her, possibly with a referral to a guidance counselor of some kind. But with his invasive question, that flush, that nervousness, were starting to rise through her again, a squirm starting to run through her thin limbs as she cutely shook her head. It was almost as if, even if her mind wasn't connecting the dots, her body, her biological response to this man's slightly overbearing presence, was understanding things just fine. And the longer the two of them were alone in this room, treading through these waters, the more he was finding himself wanting to draw that response out of her. To try and make her understand just what he was talking about.

"Well... that part, being naked... it's kind of a first step to sexual activity," he slowly let out. By now, his eyes were starting to drift down from hers, along her petite outlines, well-hidden within her modest clothing. "It's one thing that leads to... several other things. Involving several different parts of the naked human body." His gaze had settled along the outline of her breasts - even within her long-sleeved shirt, he could make out their small, perky shape. Had briefly made that shape out during his up-close examination. His eyes moved back up to hers; even if she didn't understand why, could she sense his gaze lingering along that part of her body?

"... do you even know the names of those parts of the body?" he asked her, with the slightest smile curling at his lips. A rather obtuse question, partly by design - how well could she know of her own breasts and vagina without knowledge of their function? Almost without knowing, he had taken a step closer over her, his broader frame starting to fill out her vision.

"Maybe... you'd like to know more? Of what I'm talking about," he asked her, every word and motion of his leading up to this one, searing question. "We have a bit more time here, Grace. Alone." Eyes motioning down to her shirt again. "It would start with you... taking off your shirt. Then... your bra."

 

[Priscilla May]

Her body, felt so… warm. Her head almost light and faint she could not process all of this information at once, it was a rush like none other that made her tingle inside and her heart begin to race at speeds she had not experienced ever in her life.

“One thing that leads to several other things? Im really confused Dr. Anthony.” As flushed and embarrassed as she was, she was infinitely more curious, it was like her mind was picking up on something tnsy was the key to everything else. Something didn’t feel right about it, but she also didn’t want to be the dumb homeschooled girl anymore either. She had a natural curiosity.

“I don’t know.” She responded to whether she knew the names. “I know this is my chest.” She sounded shaky but shrugged her shoulders.

When Dr. Anthony offered to teach her she nodded her head, competelly on board with the idea. She wanted knowledge, she would pray later for sinning and asking about such things.

But then Dr. Anthon asked her to take off her shirt, and bra…

Grace froze, pale faced and wide eyed as she looked at the doctor. She wanted to run out of the room fast, but it was still that curiosity that kept her anchored. She also felt like she was being a little girl about all of this, Dr. Julia had her take her shirt off before to exam, so of course Dr. Anthony needed the same. She nervously nodded, red faced and taking deep breaths she lifted up her shirt over her head. Her skin was pale and glowing, soft as a young girls would be. Yet she had curvee and an abdomen of a young woman.

One last long deep breath, she looked Dr. Anthony in the eye with absolute trust, reaching around her back undoing her bra, and pulling it off her arms. There the the sheltered girl was, topless, two buds on her chest with puffy nipples. Arms down by her side she took more breaths as she obediently let the doctor have full view.

Was this sexually active? She asked herself internally.

 

[Volero]

That edge of fear, both natural and conditioned by her sexual ignorance, still lingered through Grace's eyes as Anthony moved closer over her, his words softly plying her with the possibilities of what he might guide her through. But as that fear teemed through her flush, the soft panting beginning to color her breaths, it was starting to compete in her expression with a kind of lilting, a lightness through her eyes and a heightening through her breaths. Curiosity, and perhaps even excitement, were starting to reveal themselves through her responsive face. When he asked his probing question, he was surprised by the sudden, very cute nodding she gave him - he could almost swear a giddy little smile started to show through her lips. Even if her knowledge was dim, she could likely feel just how excited her body had gotten, the feeling possibly very new for her. And she was suddenly eager to know just what that feeling meant, and what it could possibly lead to.

Then the fear swam up through her eyes again as he asked her to strip to the waist. However vaguely the rules of her upbringing had been relayed to her, he was bumping right up against them with his request. But with slightly wincing eyes, she bit back against that fear with another cute nod, acquiescing to this man's request. Breathing deeply inward before her hands traveled down to the hem of her shirt, briskly dragging it up from her slender belly underneath. Slowly, Anthony breathed out over her, watching her small young form squirm a bit on the table dragging the shirt off of herself, before she finally dropped it beside her, down to just her plain bra over her lithe, petite frame. Then, only another bit of hesitance before her eyes mooned back up into his, utterly trusting, with her hands slipping behind herself, unhooking her bra. With it slipping down her arms, he was met with her topless form. Her flush coating her skin straight down to her little A-cup mounds, small pink nipples already beginning to stand on end in the cool room.

"Hm..." he breathed out, eyes indulgently taking in the sight of her. How well she could even process his man's gaze was an open question - would she still just think of him as a doctor examining his patient? "...I guess you're ready to learn after all, huh?" he told her through his growing smile. Standing as close as he was in front of her, he only had to lean a bit further over her, one hand drawing forward, beginning to trace along the slender outline of her navel. Feeling its subtle curve down into her hip, her jeans still wrapped over it.

"Now then," he continued. His tone becoming a bit instructive as his hand traced upwards, dragging softly up towards the soft curve of her breast. His fingers began to lightly grasp along the delicate flesh, eyes moving back onto hers to catch her reaction. "This part of the body is called the 'breast'. And this pink tip, the 'nipple'." His words accompanied with his fingers slipping over, giving the hard little nub the lightest of tweaks outwards, before moving back down to paw over the flesh of her breast. "Either of those words familiar to you?"

This soft exploration of her body went on for some time, the doctor listening close for every soft breath escaping her, every flitting movement through her expression. Just how she was responding to his touch, as well as his sheer presence over her. "Hmm... you're probably feeling warm right now, aren't you, Grace?" he asked her. His gaze briefly darted over the flush over her face and chest, only growing redder the longer this twisted moment had dragged on. "You certainly look warm." His other hand soon moved up to toy along her other breast, mashing them both in delicate circles, both hands easily enveloping them. "That warmth is called 'sexual arousal'. It's the normal response to... well, what we're doing right now." Both thumbs traced down along her nipples, his fingers tenting forwards along her thin torso, just underneath her armpits, to subtly pull her closer within his grasp.

"And that warmth... it's probably feeling the hottest down between your thighs, isn't it?"

 

[Priscilla May]

Dr. Julia had never given her such a look like the intense gaze Dr. Anthony now smothered over her. But she deduced that it was due to her lack of experience with boy doctors, and that it was her first doctors appointment as an adult. Perhaps at this special appointment they revealed to you more about your body than a child could understand. This reasoning she concocted herself drove her to nod eagerly when Dr. Anthony asked it she was ready to learn, leaving herself open as the man drew closer.

As his hands traced over her abdomen her heart raced once more, his light touch making the innocent girls brain fuzzy, a feeling she had never experienced in her life. She hung on every word that the doctor said now, watching his hand move up to her breast and then looking at his eyes as he taught her the names of her chest.

But as his hand transitioned to the soft and sensitive flesh of her tit, she let out a sharp gasp and exclamation. She began to shake, trying to repress whatever sinnful feeling she had welling up in her. Dr. Anthony was just doing his job, Grace told herself, it was rude to be so sensitive about his examination. When his finger tweaked her pink nipple however she let out a sharp “Ah” her hands beginning to fidget, one arm she completely buried between her legs trying to ward off such warmth and tingling within her.

She shook her head at the familiarity, breast and nipple were not words her family used. In fact she didn’t really have a name for her pink discs attop her mounds, not until Dr. Anthony gave his medical explanation.

She looked so uncomfortable with the heat between her legs, her hand in front of her crotch as she squirmed there on the table. As Dr. Anthony began to examine her other breast yet another moan erupted from her mouth.
“Sexual arousal?” She looked up at him, her mouth agape as she breathed heavier and heavier. “Is it a bad thing?” She wondered if what she was feeling was wrong? if how she was feeling was normal? Did she need medicine?

“I do feel warm down there doctor, am I sick?” A look of concern enveloped her face. Every now and then she gave a whimper as she examined her breasts using the circular medical pattern (a medical term she imagined in her head).

 

[Volero]

Anthony could have expected Grace to react keenly to his touch; it might have possibly never occurred to the poor thing that she could even touch herself, could give her own body the same attention that he was giving her now. But the sudden, sharp gasp she let out as his fingers grazed her nipple, the tremble and squirm that ran through her limbs and thin belly, were beyond anything he anticipated. Her eyes bolted open, looking fearfully up into his - by this point, though, it was as if she feared less what he was doing to her than she did own body's flaring up at it. She didn't need to tell him that she felt hot between her legs with the way her bared arm suddenly wedged between them, her palm lightly pressing onto her hidden core underneath. Anthony's own breathing grew more heated over her taking all this in. Her young body was clearly starved for attention; and for the moment, who else in her life could possibly help her with that?

He held back a laugh at her panicked, confused words rising up at him again. "No, Grace, you're not sick," he reassured her, hands continuing to toy and tweak along the little pebbles her nipples had become. "Like I said, this is all normal. This heat, this excitement growing through you," he continued as he leaned closer. Trying to assign to words she could understand the feeling he teased through her. "You're meant to feel this way. And you're meant to let the feeling grow even hotter. As hot as you can get it."

His eyes peered back down from her scrunched-up face, to her little tits pawed within his hands, down to where her hand softly planted between her thighs. One hand eventually pulled away from her breast, reaching down and taking a hold of her wrist. "Especially down between your legs. In fact... there's still more that I ought to tell you about." With that, his hand pulled hers away, leaving her legs lightly squirming where she sat, perched on the examination table, before both hands slid down her topless form, working their way down to the zipper of her jeans. "Here... let me help you see for yourself."

Her jeans unbuttoned, he slowly pulled the fly open, offering him his first glimpse of her plain white panties underneath. His fingers then worked into the somewhat heavy fabric; with a tug, he had the jeans working down her hips, sending her lightly falling back against the table beneath her, the long sheet of wax paper crackling under her shifting weight. And with not much effort afterwards, he had the jeans dragging down her smooth, limber thighs, that thin white cotton the only thing left clinging between them - already, he noticed with another near-laugh, with a visible wet spot saturating it. Her jeans worked down to her ankles, he made brisk work of pulling her shoes and socks off as well, before finally pulling them down. His hands wrapping back up onto her bare calves to softly pull her legs back up onto the table. Her body laid over it, down to just her panties, almost as if this were a normal doctor's examination.

"Hm, that's it... one more thing," he let out, stepping around the table with his gaze pouring over her small, limber outlines. Reaching the other side of the table, his hand then slid within her wet panties, effortlessly dragging them down past her feet and leaving them bunched up on the end-table. The sheltered girl in front of him fully bared to his eyes and hands, thighs lightly clamping together over her swollen pink folds, a little patch of light-colored hair over her mons.

"There we go," he said at last. Looking back up into Grace's softly whimpering face, his other hand traced down, toying along her inner thigh, just below her bared slit. The examination table was cocked at a slight elevation, giving her the optimal angle to peer down over her own flushed, naked form. "You see that, Grace? Down between your legs? Do you have any words for it?" His words tormenting her at this point, a sadistic desire running through them to know deeply her repression had run.

 

[Priscilla May]

She let him do it all without question.

As his hands left her breasts and made their way to her jeans she would gasp again, but then she reminded herself for what was the twelfth time that he was a doctor and this was his job. She looked at him with an expression of awe on her face as he buttoned and unzipped her jeans, a feeling like no other continued to ravage over her body like a storm. Grace felt so weak, so in the moment, all the rules of her parents, not even on her mind, though the was guilty that something so good feeling would be wrong still hung over her.

“If I am meant to… it's not wrong? When does the sexual arousal end?” The girl was frightened that she would always feel this way as she fell back on the table, her jeans pulled off her body. It was then that she began to breathe heavily and fast, her bare form only in her underwear laying on the table with Dr. Anthony towering over her. She had never been this naked in front of someone, and as he held her legs to place them on the table she felt so vulnerable and embarrassed.

Then his hand slid down her stomach, she almost wished he let her do all of this, the thought of him with his hand so close to that part made her feel very woozy.

When he entered her panties she yelped, jolting to grab his other arm that was free, tightly. She looked up at him so afraid as her underwear fell off of her, the brown tuft of hair on her pubic mound right before her.

“Ah! Dr. Anthony! That feels funny!” She squeezed tighter as she felt his hand on her thigh. She was soaking wet, the glistening fluid highlighting the bright red blushing of her tight puffy labia. She had never seen it do that before, it always was the normal beige, was it a rash? Why was she glistening? Her mind could hardly ask all these questions as she still breathed violently, scared of all these feelings, scared of being nude on the table.

But curiosity killed the homeschooled girl.

She nodded her head at the doctor’s question. “Yes… my mother said that is my womanhood.” She looked up at him, still holding his arm for security. “Why is it like that right now?” Fear in her voice.

 

[Volero]

Anthony's own breathing kept up its harsh edge as Grace lost more and more clothes, as her face and squirming body teemed with near-hysteria at being touched and bared by this older man. He couldn't get enough of her embarrassment, her fear and excitement alike at being made to feel these things, as repressed through her as they were perfectly natural for her teenage self. Her voice wormed up through her breathy gasps, asking him in perfect innocence when this feeling would end; he opted to leave her in the dark about that for the moment. Letting her stay immersed, stewing this fresh sensation, as her swollen wet pussy was bared to her eyes, those hazel orbs turning wide in panic and a shriek nearly ringing out of her. Her thighs pressed together over her hairy little slit while her fingers dug into his arm, her eyes glued to her own wanting genitals. Had she truly never felt this before, never seen her own pussy in the heat of desiring attention?

"Mmm... it's like that because you're aroused," he plainly told her, fingertips still brushing within her squeezing thighs. He drew her eyes back towards his as he stepped closer, his hand moving down to softly tent within her fingers. So far, he was neglecting to explain exactly why her pussy was like this in her state of arousal, the purpose of leaking and swelling like she was. For the moment, that might still be too much for her frazzled mind to comprehend.

"Hm, that term is a bit clinical, though," he mused further, softly holding her hand. "A better term for someone your age might be... 'horny'." Squeezing her fingers with this, as if to better fix the word through her mind. "...you really are quite horny, Grace," he indulgently whispered over her. Before his fingers started to slip upwards along her thigh, towards the heat he felt welling out of her.

"Now then. Your mother, she's about half-right." He followed up these cryptic words with his fingers brushing straight up along her glistening folds, watching the instant of reaction through her burning face, his fingers gently teasing her labia, spreading her a bit open in the cool air. His eyes scanning down to watch her pussy shift along his touch, directing her gaze to follow his. "These soft, pink folds... that would be called the 'vagina'. And this hard little nub..." Two fingers moving to to start tracing around the swollen bud in question. "... the 'clitoris'."

Already, he was starting to tease her eager little clit in quick circles, leaning close over her as her wet little crevice seared and leaked onto his touch. His hand let go of hers, tracing up her arm to mash onto her breast again, teasing her body on two ends - and bringing his hand closer to her face, just in case he needed to muffle her moans a bit. "...both clinical terms again, though. Most adults call it a 'pussy', and the nub, the 'clit'." He lightly groaned out through his words over her, the heat he felt rising from her running through his own senses. And whether the young, quivering little thing beneath him was even processing the words he gave her was an open question.

 

[Priscilla May]

Horny? She wondered to herself, what sort of term was that for how she felt. A quick glance upward would show she had no horns, she almost panicked that's what the doctor meant. But as she lay there on the table she could think of a hundred better words for how she felt. Hot.. flustered… woozy… tingling… wet… wanting… She didn’t know what she wanted exactly, maybe just for thus feeling to continue?

As the doctors hands began to move upwards in his examination, she began to squirm, her body could not hold itself, and once his fingers ran along her labia, she began to coo loudly, the spreading of her lips almost too much for her as she gasped for breath, grabbing his arm.. his coat… she had to hold on as he touched her. She felt herself a bad patient for it, but she wanted this exam to keep going.

She felt the doctors hand over her mouth, she was cleary being too loud, but once he began to play with the thing he called a clitorous, Grace did not cae.

“Ah!... ah!!!... ahhhhh!” Her screams of pleasure muffled as his rubbed her. She was getting warmer, something was creeping up on her, as he kept examining her she felt something, a throb.

Her body began to jolt, her screams became silent as her mout say agape with each thrash of her body. It was like every good feeling she ever had in her life released itself at once. She pitifully lay there, rhythmic jolts of her body as this mystical feeling subsided.

Grace let out a long relaxed breath, her expression less tense than at any point since Dr. Anthony came into the room, or since her adolescence began for that matter. She held onto his arm that once covered her mouth, laying there almost too weak from the tremor that afflicted her.

“Doctor Anthony…” she looked up at him, her face flush, but now with a smile. “Explain to me more, and will you continue the exam? I am sorry if I am being too rowdy, I just didn’t feel well. But now I do… is this how sexual arousal works?”

 

[Volero]

It wasn't long after Anthony began to toy around her clit that her breathless, shuddering gasps slid into loud, throaty moans, her eyes bulging out as her lips slacked open - and in that instant, his free hand planted straight down over her mouth, fingers clasping tight to muffle any sounds that escaped her. Not that it made much difference for the way she kept squirming, her limbs inconsolable in the way they flailed in the air beside her, her petite torso curling and mashing into the wax paper beneath her, little beads of her wetness staining onto it between her legs. He smiled and groaned over the girl's restless, overwhelmed state, his toying with her burning cunt continuing unabated. This girl's first time, her first time feeling any sort of sexual feeling, right there on his examination table - and it wracked through her so fully, teeming through her every bare inch, burning through her expression and her reckless moans tickling into his hand.

Then, scarcely a minute after he'd made contact with her slit, he felt it: the sudden coil of tension freezing her body on place on the table, the burning and wetness through her core reaching its peak, before she shuddered into her release, her breath momentarily escaping from her lungs against him while her hips writhed up into his touch, fresh wetness leaking out of her while her folds visibly pulsed. It came on almost too quick for Anthony's mind to even process it, his eyes wandering over her in shock; but there she was, limbs falling back, little jolts still running through her lithe muscles. Her very first orgasm. And what an explosive spectacle through her young body it had been.

Once her gasps for breath had come back down to a manageable volume, Anthony slowly pulled away from Grace's mouth. Her face, for a moment, looked utterly slack, her eyes wavering about behind her flush, as if struggling to fix her gaze on any one point in the room around her. Once they'd finally headed back towards the man beside her, though, they widened again. And with it, a dazed little smile began to form along her lips. This surprised Anthony again - he could have almost expected the girl to start panicking again, the full weight and intensity of what she'd just done hitting her at long last. But no - her features only relaxed the longer the afterglow settled over her, the slackness through her limbs taking on an edge of relief. Then again, though, sheltered as she was, what frame of reference could she have had for her first, shattering orgasm, beyond, "That felt really good"?

Her voice managed to work through syllables again, softly plying him with questions once more. Most of the fear had disappeared from her tone; breathy and halting as she still was, her voice was taking on an edge of giddyness, curious to know if they would continue. If he could make her feel that way again. Leaning closer over her, he met her with a smile of his own as he began to answer, while his fingers moved their way back up from between her legs, hanging over her. Showing her the wetness from her cunt along his fingertips.

"Hmm... well, it's one part of how it works," he cryptically began. "And in case you were wondering, that... little eruption you just felt, that's called 'orgasm'. Or 'cumming'... you came so hard over my fingers, Grace." Smiling further as he taught her the conjugation of the word. His fingertips slid down, suddenly brushing past her lips, dragging down along her tongue. "Mm... and that's what your horny little pussy tastes like."

 

[Priscilla May]

“Cum-ing.” Her soft lips repeated as she looked up at him in her dopamine drunk state, all logic and inhibition having left her from the pinnacle of her arousal. She lay there, legs open on the table, her breasts rising and falling with each breath as she caught herself after such intense feelings. Dr. Anthony was great, she had never felt so good after an appointment with Dr. Julia. It's almost like when her parents took her to the chiropractor when she was sick and they rubbed essential oils on her. God certainly gave these people great talent to make people feel better.

Just as she was still trying to repeat the conjunction for cumming again, the doctor slid his wet finger into her mouth, along her tongue. It took her by surprise at first, but when he told her to taste what she was like she obeyed, moving her lips on his finger and licking it.

“It tastes strange… kind of.. salty?” She wondered if this was some sort of healing method.
“Is it good that I came hard on your finger? It did feel good…” she felt somewhat embarrassed, blushing for the first time since her eruption. “Is it something we have to do again?” Her question was veiled as a innocent and curious inquiry but it was obvious that was an experience she wanted more of.

“...and doctor… why was I so wet down there?”

 

[Volero]

Throughout this little examination, Anthony had felt his cock within his trousers gradually stiffen to a rock-hard state, the more that Grace's body, to say nothing of the lust he'd drawn out of her, revealed itself to him. Oddly enough, though, it was her sweet, dazed voice repeating back to him, "Cum-ing", with those inebriated-looking eyes peering up at him, that sent an almost painful twitch through his member, reminding him just how stiff he'd become. He smiled over her cute, dirty phrasing before his fingers slid past her lips, feeling her gasp in surprise before her tongue started to softly, pliantly work along his digits. Already, it seemed, she had a bit of an instinct for just what her mouth could do for him. His other hand, meanwhile, slid down to the button and zipper of his jeans, pulling them open, his bulge tenting out a bit against his boxers. Just to loosen himself for the moment, though who could predict how little Grace to react to such a gesture.

"Hmm... it's very good, Grace. That your body can cum like that," he assured her. "Not every girl can." With her lips pulled back from his fingers, still looking up with such pleading at the man who had brought her into this world, another, almost instinctive edge came to him looking down into those eyes. His fingers slid down from her burning cheek, all at once taking a gentle hold around her throat. He watched her eyes widen again at the sudden feeling, his fingers drawing just a hair tighter. He was far from choking the young, virginal girl beneath him - but part of him wanted to see, to feel, what other lustful instinct the feeling might draw out of her.

"And if you'd like to do it again... well..." His fingers held around her throat for a few more seconds, drawing the moment of ambiguity out, before he finally let go, stepping along the table again, over to her still-slick core that her thighs lazily spread around. "You can make yourself feel like that, too." Both hands moved forward, taking hold of hers, pulling them down to search between her thighs. He took a gentle hold of the soft index fingers along each hand, brushing them down to start teasing around that swollen nub. "Try it... just like I was doing to you." He held her hands in place for another brief moment, leading her into this little motion of playing with herself in front of him, before he let go, approaching her where her face lay back on the table again.

"And while you play with yourself... our little lesson can continue." He took a step away from where she laid back, making sure she had a complete look over his tall form across from her. "Remember what I said earlier? About a man and a woman alone together? Well, what I just showed you is the woman's half of it." He watched her eyes start to follow his hand as it moved down to his semi-exposed bulge, already starting to drag underneath his boxers. "Now I ought to tell you... about the man's half." And with that, his swollen member was exposed in front of her, his hanging sack falling below it, his fingers slowly stroking. Stepping closer in front of her with the twitching head drawing in front of her face.

"This would be called the 'penis'. Or 'cock'," he whispered, keeping up his calm stroking. Quickly enough, he remembered that this was probably the very first time she'd seen a cock, in an aroused state like this for her. Almost laughing to himself at the thought of it - her first exposure to male anatomy, in this context. "Usually, it's not as swollen or twitching as this. But right now, it is... for the same reason you're so wet right now." Wondering to himself at these words: could she finally start to put two and two together?

 

[Priscilla May]

Grace lay there, tasting the doctor’s fingers until he retracted them. It was all sort of odd, Dr. Anthony’s methods of medical practice, very different from how Dr. Julia did things. But at the moment as her mind came down from the orgasmic high she had been perched on, she was preoccupied. She was wondering where she could get that high next. Little did she notice him unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, her eyes forcised upwards and to her own sex.

“Not every girl can… is this a special thing god gave me-“ her innocent inquiry was cut short as the Doctor’s hand grabbed her throat. Her legs squirmed a bit as her eyes widened in fear, he was much rougher than Dr. Julia during his examinations. The female doctor would only touch both sides of her throat lightly, but perhaps a man would be rougher.

“Dr. Anthony… that hurts a little.” Her plea was soft as she put her hand on his that grabbed her. But soon he recoiled his grasps, and grabbed her hands.

When he explained she could make herself feel like that she was intrigued, his hands guiding hers down below. But as her inexperienced fingers touched and rubbed just as he instructed, it just did not feel the same. Grace found herself looking up at Dr. Anthony in a longing way, though her mind did not process it that way, her biology just betrayed her.

“It does not feel the same.” She gently caressed her labia as it moistened again. “I sort of liked it when you did it.” She tried to make her clit as excited again but failed.

But just as she requested him again she saw Dr. Anthony draw back, speaking of women and men’s half of “it”, the “it” being elusive in her mind. All of it had something to do with each other, a man and a woman being alone, sexual arousal, breasts… But the sheltered girl, too excited for her own good as she lacklusterly played with herself, could not put it together.

It was then, springing up from below she witnessed the “male half of it” Dr. Anthony referred to. Grace’s eyes grew wide, in both fear and awe she pushed her head away from the member as it neared, It’s eye looking directly at hers as she felt herself playing with her clit even rougher, another warm feeling coming on.

“A cuh… ock…” Grace muttered, her eyes unable to leave it as it neared her. “Why is it a big worm…” she was infinitely curious. “And its stiff because of sexually aroused?” Her muttering confused as she tried to put it all together.

“Do you rub it to cumming?” Her breath hastened. “Do you use it as part of your exams?” She could have spilt out many more questions as she lay there watching it, but even she knew she was prattling on.