Section 8
Aaron's heart jumped directly to his throat when Chelle granted permission for him to shave her mons. He loved the smoothie look that seemed to be gaining popularity with women, especially younger girls. As a Med student he'd work the pre op room for some extra pocket money as an orderly, and quickly developed a reputation with the staff nurses as being gifted with sensitive hands when prepping a patient for surgery.
As Aaron reached for the prepackaged shaving kit, he recognized that his hands were shaking with excitement and his chest was very tight. It was not the time to nick a patient as lovely as Chelle, so he took a few extra moments to allow the hot water to run over his hands before he gloved. With all the utensils in place Aaron rolled his stool over to the end of the exam table and took his position between Chelle's legs resting in the stirrups. The traditional white cotton sheet that had covered her from the waist down was neatly folded back onto Chelle's stomach. Aaron traditionally left the sheet up to act as a barrier and block the patient's line of sight. This afternoon Aaron wished for Chelle to witness the loss of her maidenhair and see the return of her little girl look.
As Aaron took the scissors and comb to the mass of public hair, he began to wonder is Chelle had ever trimmed herself. The color was slightly darker than the blonde she displayed on her mane. But the thickness of the growth surprised Aaron. The snipping of each tuft revealed a little more of her labia. After five minutes of steady work Aaron had reduced Chelle's forest to a stubble field. He immediately dipped a surgical sponge in to the stainless steel bowl of hot water and squeezed the excess water before applying the cloth to Chelle's genitals. As the heat soaked into her skin, Aaron glanced at her thighs and noticed the creamy white texture. Her skin was so clear it was as if you could see directly into the muscles of the legs.
It was now time to apply the razor and Aaron applied a liberal coating of cream to Chelle's mound and lips. With slow precise strokes Aaron removed the stubble with less than a dozen passes of the razor. The challenge now was to denude her labia without a faux pas. This was the technique that made Aaron's famous in the pre op room. He had a special ability to run a blade across the genitals without causing razor burn. The tenderness of his touch had earned him many a compliment from both men and women about to undergo the knife.
As Aaron ran a moist towel across Chelle's womanhood he noticed a little pink bud peaking out from between the lips. Chelle was one of those girls whose inner lips are larger that the outer. Her clit seemed to be trying to stick its head out and take a look at who was allowing light to shine into its undisturbed territory.
Aaron had seen Chelle raising her head ever slightly from time to time to peak at what was the cause of all the sensations she was experiencing. He reached across to the wall and positioned the mirror so Chelle could see the examination he was about to under take.
Section 9
Chelle heard Aaron's voice telling to her "relax and lie back." She knew if she unclenched her muscles it would be better. She wasn't sure what she wanted to happen, or whether this was still just "normal procedure." The feeling of this man's fingers on her "virgin" flesh had been a pretty heady experience. Suddenly, she gasped as she felt him gently probe between her lips.
"I see you have some drainage here, Chelle." Aaron spoke softly, easing his fingers between her smooth pussy lips. He had been tempted to explore her provocative little clit first, but had decided to move more slowly. He didn't think she would start yelling for help, still he was a little unsure. "It's clear though and nothing to worry about."
Chelle felt his fingers ease into her body and looked down and saw his head bent low. She gasped again as she felt his warm breath flow over her skin, which told her that she was perfectly normal, right? She had long had thoughts of inadequacy. Any hints or suggestive moves towards Steve were always ignored or rebuffed. And yet, listening to other women talk, she couldn't help but wonder if something was wrong with her?
Aaron spoke softly. "Just take some slow, deep breaths Chelle. It will help you relax."
Chelle tried, but finally lifted her upper body, propping herself up with her arms bent. "Umm, could you stop for a minute?" she asked him softly.
Aaron froze, his breath catching in his chest. Could he have perceived the signals from Chelle wrongly? He slowly withdrew his fingers. He pulled the glove off, gently pulled the sheet down to cover her legs and moved to the side of the table. He took a deep breath. "Are you all right, Chelle? Is something bothering you? Did that hurt?" He stopped as he realized how rushed he sounded.
But to Chelle, he didn't sound that way at all. She slowly lay back down on the table, looking up into the doctor's face. She took a deep breath. "I'm all right... Well, I mean, you didn't hurt me. In fact, it felt really good!" She stopped abruptly, blushing brightly.
Aaron smiled so just the corner of his mouth turned up. "That's not at all unusual, Chelle."
Chelle had to take another deep breath, followed by several rapid and shallow ones. "I am embarrassed to tell you..."
Aaron reached out and covered the hand resting just below her breasts. He could feel the quick, and barely discernable breaths. He considered speaking, but it seemed she needed to express this on her own, even if that meant she got dressed and left in the next minute.
"I think there must be something wrong with me!" She blurted out in a rush of emotion a moment later. "My fiancé never seems to want to kiss, or touch me. He was the one who kept insisting that we wait until we were married. And every time I touch him intimately, he pushes me away. I'm beginning to think I am frigid, or something!" She couldn't stop the catch in her voice or her eyes welling with unshed tears.
