**I wrote this in 2013. It was my first and only attempt at fiction. I’d love some feedback through the comments. Thanks.**
Around twelve years ago, when I was a recently
qualified doctor, I worked for some months as a locum
general practitioner while I looked for a permanent
practice close to home. The locum work took me up to a
hundred miles from where I lived with my parents and I
travelled daily in my rusty and unreliable Ford.
Towards the end of that time, I spent six or seven
weeks in a country practice covering for one of two
doctors who had taken an extended honeymoon with his
new wife in Australia.
The other partner at the practice was Dr Willows, a
woman in her late fifties, who planned to retire
whenever Dr Newby returned and seemed to be very busy
organising various things outside work, including a
retirement cruise, house-sitters for when she was away
and a number of builder and plasterers for work she
was having carried out at her holiday home thirty
miles away on the coast.
Most of my time there was mind numbingly tedious and
I’m sure I read every magazine in the waiting room
twice, while crawling the walls with boredom. There
were only a few appointments planned in each morning
and the surgery had an “open door” arrangement each
afternoon. A few weeks passed without anything more
exciting than a sprained ankle or a nasty rash, until
one Friday lunchtime when I heard the coffee table in
the waiting room being pushed suddenly and a woman’s
voice giving a small yelp in pain.
Sticking my head out of the door, I saw a young couple
who had obviously been having an argument. It was
clear that she had been crying recently and he seemed
agitated and embarrassed. Evidently, the coffee table
had been pushed out of the way by her shin as he
pulled her by the arm into the waiting room. She
leant down rubbing her shin with her hand.
“Where’s Dr Willows?” he asked without any greeting.
He was red faced and a little breathless.
“Who are you?” I asked. “Dr Willows has had to leave
early for the day. I’m Dr Sweeney.”
“Sorry. I’m Michael Bell and this is Flora. Is Dr
Newby about, then?”
I explained the situation to the Bells and they seemed
a little put out that the regular doctors were not
available. Flora had sat down on one of the waiting
room chairs at this stage. I stood back with all the
confidence I could muster and gestured towards the
surgery door, hoping they would go into the room. I
was twenty six and looked younger and they were
probably five years younger than me, and so I was a
little surprised and pleased when Flora stood up and
walked into the room, followed by Michael.
Michael was an inch or two taller than me, and was
fairly well built. I could tell he worked outdoors as
he had a deep tan on his face and arms with especially
red cheeks from too many years of working in direct
sunlight, perhaps on one of the local farms or further
along the coast onboard one of the few remaining
trawlers operating off the coast. His hands were huge,
almost outsized, and he caught me looking at them.
Shoving them into his pockets, he looked round at
Flora who was staring out the window.
I offered him the chair in front of my desk and pulled
another one in from the waiting room for Flora. I took
my seat behind my desk and looked through the desk
drawer filing cabinet for the Bell family file. There
were only three hundred or so people registered with
the practice so I imagined it wouldn’t be too
difficult to find it.
“You’ll not find a file for us in there”, Michael
said. “We’re from Appsley Grange, forty-odd miles
away. We’re not registered here. We’ve come all this
way because…well, it’s a sensitive matter” I decided
to say nothing, and gave him the time to settle down.
Michael looked round at Flora again and back at me.
She was silent, but squirmed a little in her seat,
very obviously uncomfortable with the whole situation.
“I’m not sure you can help us. You seem very young.
I’m not sure anyone can help us, actually, but I had
hoped for an older woman doctor as my wife is…well,
anyway. We’ve driven down this far to avoid going to
my local doctor”.
I could sense Flora blushing and I deliberately
focused my attention on Michael, addressing him only.
“I’ve trained for the last five years to deal with any
ailments my patients have. I can assure you, if I
cannot help you, I will put you in touch with someone
who can. Why don’t you try me?” I said with a nervous
smile.
This seemed to put him at ease a little. He looked at
Flora again and then back at me. “We’ve been married
for almost three weeks. Flora and I love each other
very much but we haven’t actually made love. We waited
for the two and a half years when we were courting and
engaged so that our married life would be special. Now
we’re married and we cannot do it!” Michael was
practically on the edge of his seat and was trying to
curtail his frustration while allowing me an insight
into how important this problem was for him.
“And I’m about to go back to sea for ten days at six
this evening, and I don’t want to leave her upset and
the whole thing is getting to us, to be honest. We’re
not at all experienced in these things and there’s no
one we can talk to about it. It has taken over a week
to get the courage up to come here, and Dr Willows
isn’t bloody here!”
Flora reached over to the desk and took a tissue and
dabbed at her eyes. She had taken to staring out of
the window again. Her eyes flitted about and I could
tell that while she was embarrassed at the turn the
conversation had taken, she listened avidly. Nicely
dressed in a floral patterned skirt below her knees
and a linen blouse, she wore no makeup or jewellery,
apart from what looked like a ladies Timex watch. She
was borderline skinny with red blonde hair and fair
skin with a smattering of freckles across the bridge
of her nose.
“You’ll need to tell me, in simple terms, what is
stopping you, Michael.”
For the first time, Flora spoke. “Every time Michael
tries to have intercourse with me, it hurts too much.
We’ve tried dozens of times and…” She started to
sob. Michael put his hand on her knee and she visibly
flinched. I offered her the box of tissues.
I’m thinking “intercourse?” Is it possible that this
couple in their early twenties in the 1990s have
actually not much idea about sex and how to enjoy
themselves? Is it even possible now to lead a
sheltered life with all that the TV and media throw at
us? I decided to start with the basics. “When did you
last try to make love?”
Michael spoke again. “This morning. Just after I woke
at seven.”
“And?”
“I woke Flora up trying to get it in. She cried out
with the pain.”
“She was asleep when you started?” I asked
incredulously. Had this guy never heard of foreplay?
“Yes. It hurt me a bit too.”
I asked the obvious question.
“What sort of foreplay do you have?” I said, looking
both at Michael and Flora.
“Foreplay?” Flora looked quizzically at me. This issue
seemed too simple to be true.
“What is that?” asked Michael.
“Petting, cuddling, kissing, or stroking your
partner’s hair, ears and other parts of his or her
body. What about mutual masturbation? The female body
needs a few minutes to become aroused before being
ready for sex. The vagina lubricates itself in
readiness for the penis. Could that be why Flora has
such pain? Is she still dry, Michael?”
Michael looked puzzled. “I haven’t heard of that. I
thought it was just a matter of putting it in there. I
have seen animals doing it. Seems simple enough. What
is mast-ur-bation?” Flora was glued to the
conversation. She shifted forward in her chair and
looked very curious. My God! Where have these people
been?
I looked at both of them again. For a moment, I
thought that someone was playing a trick on me. I
couldn’t believe that someone could be so naive about
sexual relations and yet be married. This was like
something from the days of Jane Austen.
I took five minutes to give them a breakdown of
Biology and Anatomy for Dummies in really simple
terms.
“I don’t know where that clitoris thing is”, said
Flora. “Can you show me?” I almost reached for a text
book. I had an idea. I blame the boredom of being
stuck in the arse-end of nowhere for three weeks and
my own curiosity about these two specimens. “Step
behind the curtain and undress, Flora. Michael, would
you wait in the waiting room please?”
“No, doctor. I want him here with me. He’ll need to
know where it is too”
Flora moved behind the mobile curtain. A few minutes
later, I could tell that she was ready. I pulled the
screen back and folded it to one side. She still wore
her bra and knickers and was lying down on the
trolley. They weren’t anything much to look at. Just
your basic M&S underwear, but it was refreshing after
all the elderly, wrinkly women I’d had to examine over
the last few months. “You’ll need to remove those
too.”
She arched her back and with fingers and thumbs at
each side slipped the knickers down over her thighs
and legs and handed them to Michael. Her dark ginger
pubic hair was matted and untrimmed and I could just
see her labia through the expanse of pubic hair. I took a
pair of rubber gloves out of my coat pocket and asked
Flora to raise her knees to allow me access. Michael
moved around behind me to get a better view. Her lips
parted naturally as she raised her knees. I gently
parted the labia and ran my finger upwards to separate
the hair allowing me to reach the hood. “I can’t see.
Can I sit up?”
“Of course you can. Whatever way you’re most
comfortable.”
I took her hand and she sat up and swung her legs
ninety degrees with her feet up on the edge of the
trolley. Michael shifted round behind me again in the
other direction. I parted the labia again and began my
examination. Just as I reached her clitoral hood, she
jumped perceptibly. I held the lips apart with one
hand and pulled back her hood with the other. Her
clitoris was of average size and everything looked
normal.
“Look just below my finger. Do you see that little
stub of flesh? That is your clitoris. It is very
sensitive but if you’re gentle with it, you can gain
great pleasure from it which in turn will prepare your
vagina for intercourse by lubricating it.”
“What do I do with it, doctor?” Flora seemed to have
lost any embarrassment she had before, and was
genuinely fascinated by what was down there.
This was surreal. Should I touch it myself, to
demonstrate how it works? No way. Her husband standing
behind me with those shovels for hands might decide to
become a little jealous. Of course, he needs to know
what to do with it. The voyeur in me, leapt to the
front of my imagination. “Michael. Come around here
and gently in a circular motion, rub Flora’s clitoris.
Wet your finger first with some saliva” He looked at
me as though I’d asked him to put his hand into a
roaring fire. “It’s fine. You won’t hurt her as long
as you’re really gentle.”
He gingerly wet the tip of his index finger and slowly
moved his hand between Flora’s legs.
“Flora. Hold your lips apart so that Michael can
easily see and touch it.” Flora reached under both
thighs from the side and found her labia. As he held
them apart, Michael had a closer look. She must have
jumped an inch or so when he made contact with the
clitoris the first time, but after a few seconds, she
reddened and looked me straight in the eye and half-
smiled. I thought I heard a very slight whimper and I
definitely noticed her breathing change. My own
breathing was keeping pace. I noticed a few moments
earlier when Michael’s finger slipped between her
ginger pubic hair and her lips, my own genitalia
surging to life. He spent thirty seconds rubbing away before
she suddenly shot her hand out grabbing him by the
wrist and moving his hand is a different, slightly
slower direction. She had her eyes shut tight and
Michael looked at her and me in quick succession.
“What do I do now, doctor?” Michael half whispered.
As he spoke, Flora moved her hand up to her chest and
took a handful of her breast kneading it, as though
she wanted to pull it off. I could see her other
nipple sticking out a good half an inch through the
front of her bra. I thought I’d chance another advance
and made silent motions to Michael signalling that he
should undo her bra “to help her”.
He stood to one side and looked at her back. After a
moment’s fumbling, the tension in the bra loosened and
Flora discarded it to the floor in one movement. Her
almost crimson nipples were the longest and thinnest I
had ever seen, to the point where she was rolling one
between her thumb and forefinger and there was still
half an inch of nipple showing. Her instinct rather
than experience, was kicking in.
Michael was back at his job working her clitoris, but
I noticed that he hadn’t had to lubricate his finger
again since he started. I studiously bent down to have
a closer look and it was clear that Flora was dripping
moisture like a faucet to the point where the tissue
covering for the trolley had a sizeable wet patch
where she was perched. The “problem” was resolved, but
I was inclined to see how this situation might
develop.
While I was checking this out, I noticed that Michael
was now standing almost side on to me and Flora.
Stealing a glance in the full length mirror beside the
trolley, I could see he was very aroused and was
rubbing his erection with his hidden left hand in time
with the good work his right was doing.
“That’s masturbation, Michael” and I smiled.
“Huh? Oh right”, he stammered.
“There are many triggers for arousal, you know.
Perhaps the sight of your erect penis might help Flora
become aroused at times. Why don’t you try that?”
“How are you doing, Flora?” I asked.
“Mmmphh…k.”
While we were talking, Michael had dropped his
trousers and his underpants and held his purple headed
penis in his left hand, pulling his foreskin slowly
back and forth. Flora opened her eyes to see and
swallowed hard.
“It’s very large, doctor!” She sounded surprised.
Could it be that she hadn’t actually seen it before?
“Haven’t you seen it before?” I asked incredulously.
“We’ve always had the…. Aaaaauuuuahha… lights off
and he gets undressed in the bathroom.” She now had
both nipples between her fingers and was rolling them
alternately gently and then roughly. I could tell she
was fairly close to an orgasm. I needed to prolong
this. This was fun! “So! That’s arousal and how it
works” I said clapping my hands together loudly. They
both stopped moving without disconnecting from each
other. Their eyes were wide open and staring at me.
“But doctor…?” Michael almost gasped.
I wheeled around and walked back over towards them.
Flora’s legs were trembling and Michael’s hand had
built up quite a rich foamy white lather with her
juices. Surrounded by the now wet stringing red hair
and swollen lips, the virginal vagina was doing things
to me in the trouser region. I caught Flora
checking my package between the folds of my white
coat. I think she gave me a knowing look. I blushed a
little too.
“What do we do now?” Flora pleaded with me.
“You now know how to prepare for intercourse. You
should not suffer any further discomfort if you
continue in this way.”
“I don’t want to drive forty miles home and try this
if it’s not going to work”, Michael reasoned. “We
should try it here now, Flora” She nodded quickly.
“Now hold on….” I didn’t go any further. I shrugged
and turned away as if to go out the surgery door.
“Where are you going, doctor?” Flora looked very
perturbed.
“I was going to give you some privacy, but if you
prefer I stay…?” Michael had already restarted his
efforts and I detected a smile cross Flora’s lips. She
was into this. It was clear she had found her inner
woman.
I smiled to myself and winked at her. She moved
herself closer to the edge of the trolley making the
potential access for Michael easier. Her hips and
torso were now rhythmically moving against Michael’s
finger. She reached down and slipped her own
forefinger inside her soaking wet vagina. It looked to
me like she was checking she would be wet enough and
wanted to assure herself it wouldn’t be as painful.
Michael had stepped completely out of his trousers and
underpants.
His erection was a good six or seven inches long and
he moved it towards his wife gingerly. Flora reached
out and held his head in her hands for a moment,
pulling him towards her for a passionate kiss. He
looked down to see where the head of his penis was and
guided it into her wet cleft. As he started to
penetrate her, she became more animated and moaned.
Two inches went in without any pain.
Michael actually looked around at me momentarily! He
went on. Another inch, and then another. Flora
stiffened and Michael instinctively thrust the rest
straight in. I thought that he thought it might
suddenly end again and didn’t want to take any
chances. He waited a beat and then started to withdraw
and back in up to the hilt. He settled into this
rhythm quite quickly and Flora started to cling to his
back and shoulders pulling at his shirt and pullover.
His massive hands were on her thighs and he seemed to
want to push them behind her head.
Her backside was almost off the trolley and her
protruding anus was getting slapped in rhythm by his
scrotum. More of her juices were running out the side
of her vagina with every thrust and down between her
buttocks adding to the smack of his nuts. His hair was
soaking with sweat by now. He paused momentarily to
pull his pullover and shirt off, ripping a button in
the process.
In the break between thrusts, I could see Flora’s left
hand reaching around to grasp his buttock and drag him
back into her. Three fingers of her other hand was in
her mouth collecting saliva and quickly returned to
knead her prominent right nipple. Again she looked
over at me and caught my hand covering my crotch. She
nodded at me.
Was she “saying” what I think she was saying? Did she
permit me to stroke myself at the vision of her being
fucked in my surgery? Might as well get hung for a
sheep as a lamb, as they say, and I quietly lowered my
zip and fumbling with my underpants found my penis and
freed it up. She had her eyes closed again and then
turned her head towards me with one of those “almost
there” looks on her face and opened her eyes through
her tousled red hair.
When she saw me sitting pulling my foreskin back and
forth over my glans, she gave me a smile and she
started to cum. She stared at my crotch for at least a
full minute. Michael noticed how much more aroused she
had become and he seemed to try harder to get her off.
Always a good sign! He hadn’t seen me with my cock out
yet and I was quite nervous that he might be a bit
upset, but I was nearly there myself at that stage –
no going back now.
With a groan Michael’s body started to shake while he
continued to thrust into her and I could tell that he
was already shooting his strings of sperm. She must
have felt the heat of his ejaculation as she let out
her loudest groan yet. Her legs were crossed behind
his neck while he shuddered his last gasps. With Flora
watching me this whole time, I came quickly and
quietly onto the carpet and resolved to stand on the
spot until Michael left. It would need to be our
secret. I tucked myself in.
Michael had almost collapsed on top of Flora and after
a minute or so of exhausted, breathless hugging and
kissing, they parted. Michael found his and her
underwear and they started to dress. Flora was glowing
and smiled continually. Fully clothed eventually, they
came back to the desk hand in hand.
“You seem to have got the hang of that,” I said and
smiled.
They both looked very pleased with themselves.
“Thank you very much, doctor,” Flora said and smiled
again.
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