The Slightest Touch [F] (Part 1)

I was sitting in the waiting room of the student health care clinic waiting for my name to be called. All the freshmen are required to live on campus, and as a prerequisite a full physical is required. For the women, this includes a pelvic and breast exam. I’m extremely nervous because this will be my first time having these exams done, and also because I have a… ummm, well a certain condition that I fear will make it hard for the doctor to complete the exam, while at the same time completely humiliating me. I get super horny at the slightest touch and once I’m in that state, it takes practically no stimulation to push me over the edge and have an orgasm.

The only people that know about my condition is my best friend and my ex-boyfriend. I’ve only ever dated one guy, and after that experience I was too scared to date anyone else. Without going into details, he basically made me have several orgasms in a very public setting. I have never felt more dehumanized and helpless in my life.

My best friend, Stephanie, is actually how I discovered my problem. We’ve been best friends since Kindergarten. One night in 6th grade, she was spending the night. We had gotten out of the pool and dried off, but neither of us had changed clothes yet. We were laying in the floor of my bedroom when Steph rolled over and started to tickle me. There was nothing strange at first, but then she started tickling my tummy just above my bikini line with her left hand, and tickling my upper thigh with her right hand. While I was laughing, I had another feeling building up unlike anything I had felt before. All of a sudden this feeling exploded in a sense of pleasure so intense that I seemingly lost control of the muscles in my body. I flailed my arms and legs about and was making unintelligible grunting and moaning sounds. Of course, Stephanie freaked out and got my parents who then assumed I had a seizure. One ER visit later, all the tests came back normal and we were sent home with the explanation that sometimes kids just have seizures. It didn’t take much longer after that before Stephanie and I figured out what actually happened.

As I’m thinking about the past and fretting about the future, the waiting room door opens and a nurse calls my name. She leads me back into a patient room. She performed the basic checkup stuff; blood pressure, temperature, weight, and height.

“Please remove all your clothes and lay down on the exam table. The doctor will be in shortly.” the nurse says as she closes me in the room.

I took my clothes off and laid them aside. I covered up with the small paper blanket that was supplied and laid down on the exam table. A short moment later I heard a knock on the door, so I called out that I am ready.

The doctor walked in, followed by two other girls. “Hi, I’m Doctor Grant and I will be performing your exam today.” She gestured towards the two other girls and explained, “This is Sophia and Rachael. They are third year medical students and will be observing.”

Doctor Grant is wearing pale red scrubs, while the medical students were wearing light blue scrubs. The doctor looks to be in her late 30s, maybe early 40s. She’s tall and slender with dark black hair that comes down to where her jawline is. Sophia is about a foot shorter than Doctor Grant and has long, dark brown hair that is pulled back into a ponytail. Rachael looks about the same height as me, 5’5”, with wavy blonde hair that is about shoulder length.

Dr. Grant looked down at my chart before asking, “So it appears that you’ve never had a full physical before, correct?” I let her know that is correct, and she replied, “That’s ok. Most girls your age haven’t either. Let me just briefly explain what all we will be checking on. During the breast exam I will fully examine each breast, including the nipple, with my fingertips. This is to feel for any abnormal texture or lumps. The pelvic exam is a little more involved. First I will examine the outside area around your vulva and the opening of your vagina for any sign of an abnormal condition. Then I will insert my fingers into your vagina to feel for any cysts or abnormal discharge. Lastly, the part that most women hate the most, I will insert the speculum into your vagina to open it up so we can visually inspect your vaginal walls and cervix.”

“Do you have any questions?”, she asked me. I had already researched exactly what would happen during the exam, so I didn’t have any questions to ask. “Great!”, she exclaimed. “Normally we do the breast exam first followed by the pelvic exam, but of course we can do it the other way around as well if you prefer.” I indicated this was fine with me, so she proceeded to start the exam.

She had me raise my right arm over my head and with her fingertips she started poking around on my breast. So far, my fears about becoming turned on seem to be unfounded. Maybe it’s just because of how nervous I am. However, just before move to the other breast, she gently squeezed my right nipple. That sent a chill down my spine and I could feel myself starting to get turned on. She started the same process on my left breast and while she was feeling around I desperately tried thinking about dead kittens and sad things to try and keep my mind off what was happening. It was sorta working until she squeezed my left nipple. I let out a silent moan as I felt myself go from just a little aroused to very aroused.

“Well, nothing abnormal there, which is to be expected. Now we are going to move on to the pelvic exam. The first thing I’ll do is examine the outside and inside of your vagina with my finger to feel for anything unusual and look for irritation. Let me know if anything I do is uncomfortable or painful.” She pulled out the stirrups from the side of the table and locked them into place. “Scoot your butt up to the edge of the table and place your legs in the stirrups please.”, she instructed.

As I spread my legs, I can feel that I am starting to get wet from being aroused. I just hope I can keep it together for the rest of the exam and that the doctor doesn’t notice me getting turned on. That hope disappeared as soon as the doctor touched me. She laid her index finger flat against my skin and pushed my pussy lips first to one side and then the other. I went from being mildly turned on to nearing orgasm in an instant. I bit down on my lip, determined to not make a sound. Then she pulled back my clitoral hood. The pleasure I can feel in my body is threatening to overwhelm me and I barely managed to turn a moan into a deep sigh.

The doctor clearly realized something was up, because she removed her hand and asked me if I was doing okay. I lie and say I am doing fine. She started to tell me about the next part of the exam. “Well, everything on the outside looks good and normal, so I’m going to start the internal test. Questions or concerns? Any pain so far?”

I shook my head slightly and replied, “Nope”, so she started the part of the exam I am dreading the most. I tried to relax as much as I could, but as soon as the tip of her finger started to slide into me I knew it would be impossible to fight it off. As her finger slid all the way in, shivers ran through my body, starting at the base of my skull and going all the way down into my toes. I was right on the tipping point. She placed her other hand on my lower abdomen, applied pressure, and said, “You may experience some discomfort from this, but let me know if it’s painful.”

She started moving her finger and pressing on my vaginal walls, starting with the bottom. Also immediately, I could feel my pussy tighten around her finger as the orgasm started building up. She pushed to the left and then to the right. I can feel tiny muscle spasms as I start to go over the edge. She pushed straight up, while pushing down with the palm of her other hand and I go completely over the edge. There’s absolutely no way I can stop or hide what is happening, so I don’t even try. My legs are straining against the stirrups and I arch my back and let out a sound that’s half moan and half scream.

As soon as Doctor Grant realized what’s happening she started to pull her finger out, but without even realizing I had done it, I had reached out and grabbed her wrist and held her hand into place. I bucked my hips up and down as half a dozen orgasms rip through my body. As the control of my body started to return, I let go of Doctor Grant’s wrist and she pulled her hand away. As she did, I was embarrassed to see a trail of my wetness follow behind her finger, breaking loose only after her hand was at least a foot away.

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