Story: At the doctor's office   
      
   An Erotic Story   
      
   By bobandcarole   
      
         "Karen Stanwick?" The pretty young girl in the nurse's   
   uniform looked much too young to hold the job; seeming to be   
   barely a year or two older than the budding teenager who rose   
   from the chair in the waiting room.  Still, her professional   
   attitude and the crisp white uniform covering the firm young body   
   underneath, did a lot to add authority to her position.  The   
   smile she had for the 13-year-old, rising as her name was called,   
   did a lot to dispel the younger girl's anxiety.   
         "Is this your first complete sex checkup?" she asked;   
   scribbling notes in the pad of paper that was in the binder.   
   Karen could tell from the quick glimpse she had of the contents   
   that it contained what was probably her entire medical history.   
         "Yes," she said, somewhat nervously; wondering why the young   
   woman didn't just read that information out of the file in front   
   of her.  Then she realized that the nurse probably didn't have   
   time to read the entire file.  Karen was just one person of many   
   that the girl had to keep notes on.   
         "Oh.  In that case, perhaps you'd rather have your mother   
   present . . . at least during your first time?  Some girls feel a   
   little nervous about having their first sexual examination by a   
   male doctor."  The friendly grin of the older girl somewhat   
   reassured the 13-year-old that she wouldn't be considered   
   "chicken" or even unusual to want one of her parents present at   
   that time.   
         Karen blushed.  The LAST thing she wanted, was to have her   
   mother watching at what was sure to be an embarrassing moment for   
   her; as the doctor did all those things she had heard about.   
   Especially, since it involved her "private-parts".  Karen was   
   afraid she would be even more embarrassed if her mother saw her   
   being touched "down there", than she would if she was alone with   
   the doctor.  Once again she blushed, as she tried to explain this   
   to the older girl.  "No," she said, I'd rather do it alone . . .   
   I mean I'd rather be alone with the doctor, when he . . . Oh you   
   know what I mean."   
         Cindy grinned at the girl's embarrassment; but it was a   
   friendly grin.  After all, it hadn't been all that many years ago   
   that SHE had her first sex-exam; as the two-year-old down in the   
   clinic's child-care facility testified.  (One of the many   
   benefits of working for Doctor Curtis.)   
         "It's OK," she reassured the younger girl.  "Most girls   
   prefer to have someone present, like a nurse or one of their   
   parents, for the first time; but not all do.  Some feel more   
   comfortable with just the doctor.  We here at the Curtis clinic   
   appreciate that; and try to make your checkup as pleasant as   
   possible.  So, if you'd rather just have the doctor, that can be   
   arranged too.  When it was my first time, I had my mother, my   
   father, AND the nurse there . . . I was scared shitless."  She   
   grinned at the younger girl.   
         Looking up at the crisp white uniform of the nurse, who   
   didn't look a day over 17 herself, Karen found this hard to   
   believe; especially with the sexy walk and unconscious wiggle   
   that the older girl put in every move she made.   
      
      
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         "Really?" she asked.  "I'm scared I'll cry or something; and   
   that would embarrass me so much, I'd just DIE if my parents saw   
   me.  Especially Mother.  She seems to think girls don't have to   
   learn about sex; they just have to DO it, like she always did.   
   All this 'modern foolishness' seems like just that to her.  You   
   know how mothers are."   
         Both girls grinned at each other.  Being only six years   
   older than the younger girl at 19, Cindy could still appreciate   
   the generational difference.   
         "Well, thank goodness people are more civilized these days,"   
   observed Cindy as she ushered the barely teenaged "patient" into   
   the examining room.  "Anyway, I've got to take down a bunch of   
   information first.  Dr. Curtis has scheduled you for two hours   
   this morning.  It usually doesn't take that long, but he wants to   
   be sure.  In the meantime, I've got to get some preliminary   
   information, and do some tests.  Let's get started."   
         Karen settled herself down on the small shelf that passed   
   for a chair; while Cindy settled down in the real one and started   
   making marks in the book in front of her.   
         "Any Allergies?" she asked.   
         "No."   
         "High blood pressure?"   
         "No."   
         "Heart attacks, Rheumatic fever, Bleeding?" Cindy rattled   
   on.   
         "No, no, no."   
         "Any STDs?"  At the older girl's question, Karen looked   
   puzzled.   
         "Sexually-Transmitted-Diseases . . . Syphilis, Gonorrhea,   
   HIV?"   
         "No."  Karen was blushing again.   
         "Of course not; this is your first time. . . Still, we're   
   required to ask."  Cindy continued, "Are you taking any drugs, or   
   on any medication?"   
         "No."  Karen's blush was even brighter.   
         "Have you had Chickenpox, Mumps, Measles, or Whooping-   
   cough?"   
         "Mumps, I think, when I was six."   
         The questioning went on for almost 10 minutes; getting   
   increasingly personal.  By the time Cindy asked her about   
   masturbating, and how and with what she did it, Karen's cheeks   
   were flaming red.  Her questions about the girl's menstruation   
   were almost tame after that.  After finding out that Karen had   
   been menstruating for six months, regular for the last three, and   
   had just finished her last period about a week and a half   
   earlier, the older girl put down her pen almost with a sigh of   
   relief.  "At least YOUR mother listened to the instructions," she   
   sighed, as she pulled an arm-cuff from a drawer and fitted it   
   around Karen's arm.  "Now I'll get your blood-pressure; take a   
   couple of blood-samples; and as soon as the results are in, Dr.   
   Curtis will be in to see you . . . OK?"   
         "OK."  Karen was getting tired of all this.   
      
      
      
      
      
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         Cindy drew two tiny pipettes of blood from the girl's   
   finger, and instructed the child to "Get undressed; Dr. Curtis   
   will be in as soon as he finishes with his last patient.  He's   
   allotted the whole rest of the morning to you, and it shouldn't   
   be long."  She motioned to the hook on the door and some hangers   
   for the younger girl to hang her clothes on.   
         "Uh. . . COMPLETELY undressed?" asked Karen; ears flaming.   
         "Completely," confirmed Cindy.  "This is a SEXUAL   
   examination.  The doctor is going to examine EVERY part of your   
   body.  Shoes, shirt, everything."   
         "But aren't I supposed to put on a gown or something?" asked   
   Karen; looking around for the blue tie-in-back paper gowns that   
   she had always worn when getting examined before.   
         "Maybe you're still a little young for this," said Cindy;   
   looking at the 13-year-old speculatively.  "Perhaps you WOULD   
      
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