Nineteen-year-old freshman Logan sat restlessly on the edge of the doctor's examination table, in her campus's medical clinic at the University of Toronto. Her clothes piled on a wooden chair, her body feeling exposed and vulnerable beneath the thin medical examination gown they'd given her to wear. She wondered why she'd had to disrobe just to see the doctor about a sore throat.
"Hi Logan, how does your throat feel today?" Doctor McIntyre asked as he entered the room.
Logan felt doubly uncomfortable now, and even more aware her body's near bareness. Doctor McIntyre was young and very good looking. He was a hunk, and unmarried, or so his ring finger suggested. Logan felt aroused around Doctor McIntyre even when she had all her clothes on.
"My throat is still sore Doctor," Logan answered, "It's about the same as it was."
"Take off your gown Logan," the doctor said, "I want to listen to your heartbeat and lungs for a moment."
Logan fumbled awkwardly with the two ties that held her gown on from the back. Undressing in front of a doctor who she had a crush on felt a little bit like she was doing a striptease. Being in bra and panties is just like wearing a bikini at the beach, she tried to tell herself.
The doctor placed the diaphragm of his stethoscope on the upper part of Logan's left breast. She was wearing a black, scallop shell bra, with the cups entirely underneath, and the tops of her breasts completely exposed. The doctor's hand felt warm as it touched the flesh of her breast. Logan desperately tried not to show a reaction, embarrassingly aware of his little finger on her nipple, touching right through her bra cup.
He moved the stethoscope diaphragm around a little, listening through her breast in different places, his little finger always seeming to casually brush her nipple. Logan tried to think pure thoughts, to force her mind away from the sudden fantasy of him plucking on her nipple through her bra. Her heart was pounding so loudly she was sure that he could hear it without aid.
"Do you have a boyfriend, Logan?" the doctor asked.
"Uh, sort of," Logan lied. She didn't have anybody steady. Oh god, was he going to ask her out? So sexy, to be asked out on a date by a handsome doctor while she was stripped to her black panties and bra for him as his hand owned her breast! She almost whimpered as his little finger moved on her nipple again, just slightly.
"I mean," he asked, "are you sexually active with boys?"
"Yes, and girls, I'm bi" Logan admitted, after a brief hesitation. "But well, just one boy recently." What was he getting at? Oh god, she wanted him to give her tit a squeeze! She felt so sexy she squirmed in her seat. Yes, doctor, she thought to herself, talk about sex and play with my breasts!
The doctor stood up and removed the stethoscope from his ears. Logan breathed an almost audible sigh of relief that her breasts were hands-free. She couldn't have taken much more of being felt up. Please ask me to take off my bra, she mentally willed him; grab my tits in both hands.
"The lab report on the throat culture we took from you two days ago shows that your sore throat is caused by a germ that is, well, not usually found in the throat, Logan," the doctor said. "It's a common germ, found very often-on men's penises. Have you had a penis in your throat lately?"
Oh god! Now he'd think she was a slut.
"Oh, uh, yes," Logan admitted.
"Don't be embarrassed," he said kindly, "It's not really that uncommon in University girls." He was looking at the crimson blush that started in Logan's cheeks and flooded down across the top of her breasts.
"It's not a serious thing," the doctor continued, "but you'll have to take medication for it. Just some pills. Open your mouth and let's have a look."
Logan opened her mouth wide, and the doctor looked in, shining a bright light into her mouth with a shiny, slender plastic flashlight. He used a wooden tongue depressor to hold down her tongue, making Logan almost gag.
"Mmm-hmmm," the doctor said.
Logan was totally embarrassed now. She felt as if he was picturing a cock being inside her mouth, looking into her and wondering how deep in the throat she could take it. Logan had to swallow, and she made that loud, wet gulp that an open-mouthed swallow makes; exactly the kind of choking gargle a person with a cock in their mouth makes.
"Was the penis in your vagina to Logan?" the doctor asked. Oh, how wicked of him to make her tell-all her sex secrets, she thought.
"Uh, huh," she gargled, her mouth still being kept open by the tongue depressor.
"Well then we'll have to look down there too," he said. The doctor stepped back, letting Logan close her mouth.