WILD PLEASURE {short erotic stories} Chapter 155: Thoroughly Examined for the First Time(3)

After a restless night of sleep, Kate nervously followed Mallory downstairs for breakfast. Terrified to see her father or hear what he might have to say about the previous night’s events, Kate did her best to make herself invisible by slouching into a corner of the breakfast nook and sipping on a glass of orange juice, while Mallory and her dad made omelets.

“Good morning, Kate!”

Kate had become absorbed watching the waves roll onto the beach through the window when Dr. Logan’s booming voice made her jump.

“Oh! G-good m-morning, Dr. Logan,” she said with a quivering voice as her eyes met his and blood immediately rushed to her cheeks.

“Did you sleep alright last night?” he asked with a smile.

“Y-yes,” Kate lied.

He seemed to be acting like nothing unusual had happened at all. Maybe he really hadn’t seen Kate watching him, after all. Or ... if he had, he was definitely not letting on.

Mallory spent most of breakfast talking, updating her father on all that had been going on at school since she had last seen him. This was fine with Kate, as it allowed her to watch Dr. Logan for signs that he was aware of her presence in his doorway during the night. But he merely smiled at her periodically and continued to listen intently to his daughter. Slowly, Kate began to relax.

When breakfast was over, Mallory announced she was heading to the beach to study so that her dad could perform his examination in private. Kate immediately tensed once again, having completely forgotten about the planned exam.

“Are you ready, Kate?” asked Dr. Logan.

In a daze of nerves, Kate simply nodded.

“We can do it right here in the kitchen if you want,” he continued. “I just need to grab some towels and my medical kit.”

He disappeared up the stairs, and Mallory put a hand on Kate’s shoulder.

“You look a little pale, Kate,” she said. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah,” Kate responded automatically. “Fine. I’m just a little –”

“Don’t tell me you’re nervous for the exam?!” Mallory interrupted. “Kate! My dad is the best. You have nothing to be nervous about, trust me!”

“Wait,” Kate said, a disturbing thought just occurring to her, “your dad doesn’t do this kind of exam on you, does he?”

“What?! Jesus, Kate. No, of course not. I see another doctor for these kinds of exams. I just know Daddy is the best because he literally has some women on waitlists for years to see him. His patients all love him.”

The fact that Dr. Logan had women lining up out the door to see him did not surprise Kate. What woman wouldn’t want to have a doctor as sexy as him poking and prodding her naughty bits?

“I’m fine, Mal,” Kate reassured her. “I’m just a little nervous because I’ve never had one of these types of exams before. But I’ll be fine.”

“Of course you’ll be fine!” she said. “Come meet me on the beach when Daddy finishes with you!”

Kate nodded, and Mallory grabbed her textbooks from the table and left the house. Kate watched her trudge through the sand to a spot down near the water and spread a blanket before she sat down and opened a book.

When Dr. Logan returned to the kitchen a few minutes later, he continued to show no signs that anything odd had happened overnight. He threw a white cotton sheet over the kitchen table, then turned to face Kate and began to unbutton his shirt. Kate's eyes widened in surprise. What was he doing?!

"If we were at my clinic, I would have a hospital gown for you to wear, Kate," he said. "But, since I don't have one for you here, I thought you could just wear my shirt to keep you covered during the exam. You're so small, it will probably fit you like a gown would anyway.”

He smiled and winked at Kate as he pulled the tail of his shirt out of his pants and unbuttoned the last few buttons. Kate’s face was burning up from blushing so hard. Flashes of Dr. Logan, naked on his bed and stroking himself, kept bursting in her mind as he revealed his long, chiseled torso to her.

Unable to say a word, Kate barely managed to lift her hand to accept his shirt and stumble off to the bathroom to change. In the bathroom, she locked the door and gripped tightly to the sides of the sink as she stared at her flushed-pink face in the mirror. Get it together, Kate! she mouthed silently to her reflection before she closed her eyes and took a few slow deep breaths.

Once she managed to calm herself down a bit, she quickly stripped out of her clothing, including her bra and underwear, as Dr. Logan had asked. Before slipping his shirt over her naked body, she held it up to her face and inhaled his fresh, clean scent. He smelled as good as he looked.

The hem of the pale blue dress shirt came almost down to Kate's knees. As she began to button it up the front, it tickled her nipples. It caused them to harden immediately into little pink pebbles at the peaks of her perky mounds.

Kate had always had hypersensitive nipples. Which is why she never went anywhere without a bra on, despite Mallory's insistence that Kate had the perfect tits for going braless under delicate tank tops. Unlike Mallory, whose enormous, pillowy breasts would bounce around uncontrollably if she didn't wear a bra at all times.

Kate took a shaky breath as the shirt continued to tickle her sensitive buds. She buttoned the shirt up to her neck and then crossed her arms in front of her as she left the bathroom in an attempt to hide her extremely pointy little nipples.

When she reentered the kitchen, she saw that Dr. Logan had folded a towel as a headrest for her on the table. He had also laid out an L-shaped metal instrument on the edge of the table. Kate's eyes popped open in wonder and horror. Was that instrument meant to go inside of her??

"If you're all set, Kate," said Dr. Logan, "you can have a seat on the edge of the table."

With a quick, nervous smile in his direction, Kate hopped up on the table. She wiggled her butt further back so that the edge of the table hit the backs of her knees, and her feet dangled just above the floor. Dr. Logan strolled over to stand in front of her.

He was still shirtless. Kate wondered vaguely why he had not simply given her another one his shirts to wear instead of literally giving her the one off of his back. Did he know how turned on she was by his body? Was he teasing her?? Kate's thoughts were starting to drift back to the previous night when Dr. Logan's next words returned her to the present.

"Okay, we'll get started with a quick breast exam."

Remembering her stiff nipples, Kate quickly crossed her arms over her chest again.

"Breast exam?" Kate asked in surprise. "I – I thought you were just going to exam my, um –"

"Vagina?" Dr. Logan finished her sentence for her before flashing her a playful smile.

Kate nodded and looked down in embarrassment. Her eyes fell to Dr. Logan's naval and the light trail of hair that started just below it and disappeared beneath the waistband of his pants. She bit her lip wantonly.

"Well, since birth control is hormonal," he explained as Kate continued to drool over his happy trail and the taut contours of his lower abs, "it can interact with a woman's body in many ways. I must give you a comprehensive check-up before I can prescribe anything. Of course," he added, "we can stop all of this right now if you've changed your mind, and you don't want me to write you a prescription."

"No!" said Kate immediately. "I do still really want the prescription, Dr. Logan." She lowered her arms to her sides. "Go ahead and exam whatever you need to."

Dr. Logan smiled and took a step closer to Kate. His firm, meaty thigh pressed against her knees as he reached up to the collar of the shirt around her neck and began to unbutton it. Smooth knuckles brushed against Kate's neck, collarbone, and the round tops of her breasts as he opened the shirt.

He stopped unbuttoning just above Kate's bellybutton, and Kate let out a long shaky breath that she hadn't realized she had been holding in. Dr. Logan then placed his hand on Kate's left shoulder and slowly slid the shirt off of it so that it fell down her arm and exposed her very aroused left breast.

Kate thought she heard Dr. Logan's breath catch in his throat when he caught sight of her tit, with its pink puckered areola and stiff, protruding tip. But, before she could consider his reaction, he was already sliding the shirt off her right shoulder as well. The shirt again slid easily down her arm but, this time, it caught on the ridged point of her right nipple.

Dr. Logan reached up and freed the shirt with a soft brush of his thumb over her sensitive peak. Kate inhaled sharply as her hard bud flicked under his touch. She bit down hard on her bottom lip to stifle a moan.

"Sensitive nipples?" Dr. Logan asked with a sultry grin.

Kate nodded hesitantly.

"That's a sign that your breasts are very healthy," he said. "We will test their sensitivity more thoroughly in a moment."

Kate's eyes widened. Her lower belly clenched around a burning ball of arousal that seemed to be growing deep inside of her. A fluttering sensation radiated outward from its center and tickled her entire body with a delightful shiver.

The shiver intensified dramatically when Dr. Logan brought his large hand up to her left breast and cupped it in his warm palm. It filled his palm perfectly, and he squeezed her soft flesh as he massaged around the base of

her mound, slowly circling inward and upward towards her peak. His fingers pressed gently around her silky areola, just millimeters from the achingly erect point.

Kate bit down harder on her bottom lip in anticipation of Dr. Logan's fingers stroking her hypersensitive nipple once again. But, just when it seemed like he was about to place a finger right on her point, he moved his hand to her right breast. He then began to repeat the same pleasurable assault of cupping, squeezing, and massaging it. Just before he reached her ridged right nipple, he again pulled his hand away.

Kate frowned, surprised at how disappointed she was not to have Dr. Logan's fingers stimulating her nipples. She quietly scolded herself again for having such filthy thoughts about her friend's dad. She reminded herself that this was all part of a medical exam. Dr. Logan was a professional. He would not be gaining the same inappropriate pleasure from this as she was.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have lovely breasts, Kate?" asked Dr. Logan. "A boyfriend, perhaps?"

Kate looked up into Dr. Logan's sexy dark eyes for the first time since she had sat down on the table. This seemed like an odd question for a doctor to ask a patient. Then again, this type of exam was entirely new to Kate, so maybe it wasn't that odd after all.

"No," said Kate, honestly, since no one had ever seen her bare breasts before now, much less commented on how they looked. "And I don't have a boyfriend."

"No boyfriend?" said Dr. Logan, raising his eyebrows. "Ah, so you're like my daughter then, and you have many, er, shall we say, short-

term relationships? I imagine the boys at your school are just lining up to ... date you."

Kate was shocked to hear Mallory's father talk like this, and while Kate's breasts were exposed in front of him, no less! She didn't even know where to begin with her response. He knew about his daughter's slutty

ways? And he thought she, Kate, was as much of a slut as Mallory and that boys must be lining up to fuck her?! He had to be joking.

"No," Kate said again, laughing nervously as her face burned hotter under Dr. Logan's dark glare and sexy grin. "No to ... well, all of

that. Mallory is the popular one. Boys line up for her, not me. I’m not much of a dater."

Kate's eyes trailed downwards again, over Dr. Logan's own pair of small ridged nipples and over the length of his long, muscular torso.

"Why – er," she continued hesitantly, "what makes you think boys would line up for me, Dr. Logan?"

Kate glanced nervously back up at him to gauge his reaction. Dr. Logan laughed and shook his head as though the answer was obvious.

"Well, you are a stunning young woman, Kate. Don't you know that?"

He put his hands on each of her shoulders and gave her a warm smile. Then, his eyes tilted lower towards her chest, and his hands began to slowly follow his gaze. His smooth palms drifted over her collar bone and over the upward slopes of her tits. Kate stiffened and inhaled sharply through her parted lips as Dr. Logan's soft hands grazed over her hard nipples and then cupped each of her perky mounds in his warm palms.

"And," Dr. Logan continued, "as I said before, you have lovely breasts."

His eyes met hers again, and Kate saw a piercing heat in them that wasn't there before.

"The kind of breasts men love. Perfectly round and buoyant and full. The kind that fill a man's hands just right and simply beg to be squeezed."

At the word squeezed, Dr. Logan's hands clenched around Kate's fleshy mounds. He squeezed and pulled on them. His grip slowly slid

towards her peaks until his fingers came together at each of her tender tips. He gave Kate's nipples a quick tug before releasing them.

Kate let out a high-pitched whimper as her whole body shuttered under the sudden intense stimulation. Her nipples tightened and stiffened into painfully hard little pebbles. The pleasure center between her legs gave one hard, shuttering throb.

Dr. Logan raised his eyebrows at Kate's reaction and gave her a wickedly sexy grin.

"My, my, you certainly do have very sensitive nipples."

Kate stared up at him and nodded.

"They've always been like that, Dr. Logan. I have to try my best not to touch them because it’s just too much to handle sometimes."

"Really?" said Dr. Logan. "You know, it's possible, Kate, that your nipples are that sensitive precisely because you don't give them enough attention. They seem to be absolutely begging for it right now. Of course, I will need to examine them further to know for sure."

Kate opened her mouth to respond, but Dr. Logan's fingers were already reaching for her tits again.

"Try to relax, Kate," said Dr. Logan as he clasped his fingers around each of her nipples once again. "This will only take a few minutes."

He rolled her firm, receptive little gumdrop nipples between his fingers in a slow, deliberate movement that made Kate's head roll back on her shoulders. She let out a breathy, uncontrollable moan and wriggled in her seat. Releasing his grasp, Dr. Logan began alternating between stroking her aching nubs with the soft pads of his thumbs and flicking them back and forth.