Concerned, Part 3

by JW

In the washroom Amanda Cain hiked up her skirt and stripped off her saturated underpants. Using the toilet paper she began wiping and the contact with her still fairly swollen vulva caused her to jerk and twitch. She felt very remorseful about what had happened and at the same time it scared her. ‘Why did looking at Shannon’s body get me so turned on? I’ve never been interested in women sexually before.’ Even as she had the thought she knew it wasn’t entirely true. She’d fooled around practice kissing with school mates in her early teens like a lot of other girls. When she’d discovered masturbation she had to admit that her fantasies were often about those play sessions with her girlfriends going much further. Being honest with herself she realized that she regretted that they never had.

At sixteen or seventeen maturity and convention had put an end to the girlish games. Every so often those desires would unexpectedly intrude, often just before she climaxed. ‘I don’t think about having sex with women regularly... but I don’ think about having sex with men regularly either... in the heat of arousal... I... oh my God I’m a latent lesbian’ the conclusion of the analytical thought process hit her like a hammer. She picked up her soggy panties and realized there was no way she could put them back on. ‘What am I gonna do?’ she stressed for a long moment. Deciding she only had one option she deposited her soiled underwear in the covered waste bin and straightened her skirt. After washing and drying her hands she threw a little extra paper towel in the bin to make sure her discarded clothing was covered. Looking in the mirror, she fluffed her short, dark blonde hair with her fingers and started back toward the doctor’s consultation room. Walking down the hall she was struck by how sensual it felt to be naked under her skirt.

The brown skinned woman in the white medical coat was standing beside her daughter. She seemed to be whispering something to the dazed looking twelve year old. Doctor Panjami acknowledged her return “Are you feeling OK?” was the Indian accented question. Amanda realized that she still felt, and probably looked, a little flushed.

“Yes I’m... fine” the girl’s mother responded as she returned to her daughter’s side.

“I’d like to finish the exam now sweetheart... would that be OK?” the doctor inquired. The girl took note of the almost numb feeling between her legs and nodded her head. The Indian physician looked at the girl’s mother and realized that the woman’s eyes were on her bosom. It gave the doctor a warm feeling down below, reminding her of her own level of arousal. She returned to her concealed position on the exam stool, hidden from both of the Cain women by the sheet across Shannon’s thighs. Confident that she could not be seen she allowed herself the treat of squeezing her aching mons before donning a fresh pair of examination gloves. She double gloved her right hand.

Doctor Panjami was pleased when she put the back of her left hand against her patient’s thigh that the girl barely flinched at all. Sliding her hand over she touched the lower part of Shannon’s vulva and said “I really need you to relax all these muscles for me now honey.” Monitoring the tension at the pre-teens perineum she picked up the small sized speculum from the exam tray she’d prepared. She dipped the plastic instrument into the dish of tepid water on her tray. Separating the delicate folds of the girl’s inner labia she wiggled the nose of the spreader until it was correctly seated. When Shannon saw what the doctor was doing in the mirror she felt like her heart had stopped and her reflexes took over. Panjami was ready for the muscle tightening and stroked her patient’s inner thigh with her free hand. “OK sweetie... OK it’s not gonna hurt.” As soon as she felt the rebound relaxation she applied a firm steady pressure holding the instrument handle horizontal until it was in about an inch.

Amanda was holding her breath watching the clear plastic device disappear inside her daughter. Her unclad pussy spasmed under her skirt and she felt a renewed tingling in her clit. This time she didn’t beat herself up. As a matter of fact she embraced the erotic feelings and enjoyed the warmth spreading over her as she looked in the strategically positioned mirror.

“This is called a speculum” the doctor explained as she continued the insertion. “That’s just a fancy name for a spreader. It lets me open your vagina so I can examine your cervix.” She had already begun the slow rotation of the tool into its vertical operating position. She stopped applying inward pressure and squeezed the handles a little; peeking inside the bright pink flooded chamber to make sure she was on target. Adjusting slightly to center on the pre-teen cervix Doctor Panjami expanded the instrument and the ratchet mechanism locked it in place.

Shannon thought the never before experienced pressure felt a little like Britney’s purple dildo, but not nearly as nice. Still that was the only other time she’d had this feeling of being... full. Marta worked quickly. Her first observation told her the girl was definitely not pregnant. She proceeded to collect her samples, then released the ratchet and slowly extracted the device with the exact reverse rotating action that she had used during insertion. As she returned the instrument to the tray she announced “Everything looks fine in there Shannon. We’re almost done and that’s the worst of it over.” The girl had never really thought about what empty felt like but she was feeling it now.

Amanda gasped as the clear plastic now shiny with internal juices exited her daughter’s pussy. She recognized that she’d been holding her breath almost the entire time. She became conscious of the throbbing in her womanhood again. “You’re doing great honey” the Indian woman congratulated her patient as she applied a generous amount of lubricant to the middle finger of her double gloved hand. Shannon felt the coldness between her rear cheeks first and was startled but by the time she realized what was happening it was too late to react or protest. Doctor Panjami’s slender finger wiggled a tiny bit on her virgin anus and then began a slow steady penetration “Mmmmmughhhh...” the twelve year old moaned as the invading digit passed the second knuckle and kept going.

A wave of heat washed over the trembling girl as the doctor’s finger squirmed in her previously unexplored backside. Shannon was very surprised when the initial shock wore off to find the sensation was causing her tired little love button to twitch again. The physician slid the index finger of her left hand in the girl’s vagina and palpitated the posterior wall of the vagina and the anterior wall of the colon between her opposing fingers. “I’m sorry honey I won’t have to do this again, just the first time to make sure the back wall is formed properly.” The impaled girl didn’t take in everything her doctor was telling her because her head was suddenly swimming in a cloud rising from the unique stimulation.

Her mother was feeling faint and grabbed the back of the inclined exam table for support. No doctor had ever performed this part of the examination on her and the very thought of it caused her asshole to pucker. The sort of churning nervous feeling in her stomach she’d had when they’d first arrived returned. It didn’t last long before meshing with the arousal and creating some composite tingling encompassing her whole pelvis. Amanda wondered what that must feel like; the thought of double penetration had her head swimming too.

Doctor Panjami withdrew both hands at once, stripped the extra glove from her right hand and tossed it into the waste receptacle. After a moment’s hesitation she took the glove off her left hand as well exposing the brown manicured fingers. “Everything is fine” she assured the pre-teen again “You’re such a good patient. There’s just one more thing to do. I’m going to insert two fingers and feel your cervix and uterus; and if I can find them your ovaries and fallopian tubes.” Panjami looked at the tube of lubricant and decided it really wasn’t needed. With her now bare left hand she separated the glistening pink folds one more time thrilling to the feel of the spongy slippery texture on her unprotected fingers. She pushed two fingers of her gloved hand all the way to the firm little neck of the pubescent womb. Placing her left hand on the girl’s lower abdomen she manipulated the rubbery organ with her inserted fingers as she pushed down. The feel of the young girl’s soft tummy under her bare hand sent a sexual charge to her needy womanhood. Sliding and pushing with her left hand and resisting with her fingers from inside the Indian doctor explored all the structures of the pre-teens reproductive system.

She felt the tightening of the vaginal muscles and thought it was a normal reflex reaction at first. When she became aware that the tightening seemed to have a rhythm to it the physician peeked around her hand and confirmed that the immature clitoral glans was presenting itself again. ‘She’s turned on again’ Marta ascertained. Her examination was complete but she hated to leave her patient in this agitated state.

Defying the sacred principles of gynecological examination she pushed upward with her two embedded fingers much as she had been doing, but now her target was much further toward the front of the slippery hot passage. Just behind the pubic bone she located the structure she was looking for. She massaged it firmly and flexed her fingers so the heel of her hand pressed on the girl’s turgid love button. Stroking the ‘G’ spot and mashing the pre-teens clit with her palm it didn’t take long before she felt the rush of fluid into her hand and felt her patient’s body stiffen and then go limp.

Shannon was much less vocal this time with only a muted squeal and a long moaning exhale to signal her climax. The doctor didn’t need the auditory cue she had the physical evidence in the palm of her hand. After just a moment of guilty reservation she sucked the sweet nectar off her latex covered hand. Rising from her low perch she discarded the used glove and said to her patient’s stunned looking mother “If you’d please help her get dressed, we’ll discuss my findings when I return.” The Indian doctor exited the room. Neither of the Cain women was able to move at that moment.

Marta Panjami scurried into her office and closed the door. She kicked off her pumps and shed her white coat simply dropping it on the floor. She didn’t have much time to satisfy an urgent need. She took a moment to give her substantial breasts a firm squeeze and tweak her hard projecting nipples. The attention to the sensitive gumdrop sized pegs sent a jolt to her throbbing clit “oh fuck that’s just going to make it worse” she said out loud.

Flipping her skirt up she stripped her panties and pantyhose down together and yanked them off her tiny feet. Propping herself against the back of the guest chair with her hips on the edge her small skilled fingers went to work. Carefully unfolding her thick dark inner lips she plunged one finger deep into her hot recesses followed by a second and then a third. Immediately she felt some relief from the pressure that had been building in her crotch since she’d started examining the pre-teen in the next room. Pumping her fingers in and out until they were well coated with her thick slippery pussy fluids, satisfaction of her pounding clit was next. Using the same three fingers she pulled up on her plump vulva exposing the hard little girl cock. Two fingers held her lips apart while the middle one rolled and stroked the pea sized organ.

She was so worked up by playing with the girl’s cunt that it only took seconds of direct stimulation to send her to paradise. Shivering and jerking she clutched her spasming womanhood and felt the blessed orgasmic waves roll over her leaving that indescribable contentment in their wake. The doctor dearly wished she had the luxury of time to savor her climax but duty called. She went into the private washroom connected to her office and quickly cleaned herself up. Back in her office she stuffed the panties and pantyhose in her desk drawer; she’d deal with that later, and put her white somewhat rumpled coat back on.

A couple of firm wraps on the exam room door earned her permission to enter. A feeling of déjà vu came over her as the mother and daughter were sitting almost exactly as they had been the first time she’d accompanied them into the room. ‘It’s almost as if this never happened’ Marta thought but the hum between her legs told her differently.

Doctor Panjami took a seat at the small desk and looked at the two nervous women. “I don’t see anything to be concerned about” she announced and could almost feel the fear and dread drain from her patient and her patient’s mother. “I checked very thoroughly, as you know, and everything I saw and felt was completely normal.”

“Why hasn’t she had another period then?” Amanda interjected.

“Well some times young ladies get off to a false start. It isn’t really common but occasionally the first period is sort of premature. The other thing is that it is very likely that Shannon will take a while to get regular, in fact some women never do have consistent cycles on their own.”

“So what happens now?” Amanda inquired

“We’ll just wait and see” Marta said smiling and looking at the charts open on the desk “I’d like to see her again in a couple of weeks just to make sure everything is still OK. That is unless she is menstruating at that time. Then you’ll need to reschedule for after she finishes.” After a brief pause the doctor added “I see you’re due for your check up next month. You could arrange the appointments together and save yourself a trip.” Amanda felt her stomach do a back flip at the prospect of the brown skinned doctor examining her after what she’d just observed.