Chapter 3: Your Reaction is Completely Natural

Continued from chapter 2:

Her voice is steady, but there’s a slight huskiness to it that wasn’t present before. She moves to stand beside the table, her hip brushing against my arm as she reaches for a bottle of lubricant.

“I’m going to perform a prostate exam now, which is standard for men your age. I’ll explain each step as I go along.”

My eyes go wide in shock.

“P-prostate? Isn’t that where you...?” I can’t get the last words out. I don’t want to.

Dr. Reed nods, her expression serene and professional despite the intimate nature of the upcoming procedure.

“Yes, Ero, that’s correct. A digital rectal exam is an important part of a comprehensive physical for men. It allows me to check the health of your prostate gland.”

She pours a generous amount of lubricant onto her gloved finger, the slick sound echoing in the quiet room.

“I know it can feel a bit embarrassing, but I assure you, it’s a routine part of preventive care.”

She meets my wide-eyed gaze, her green eyes soft with reassurance.

“I’ll be as gentle as possible. Just try to relax and take deep breaths. You’re safe with me.”

“Ummm, okay, where do you want me?”

My arousal is undeniable, and I can feel my body responding in ways I can't control. I try to look anywhere but down.

“On your left side is fine, Ero. Draw your knees up towards your chest.”

She waits patiently as I maneuver into position, the flimsy gown riding up to expose my rear. Dr. Reed takes a deep breath, steeling herself before stepping closer.

“Remember, this is purely clinical. I'm here to assess your health, nothing more.”

With that, she begins to gently separate my cheeks, her other hand guiding her lubricated finger towards its destination.

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I moan as her slick, gloved finger stops at the entrance to my anal bud, gently tickling and swirling around to lubricate the entrance.

Dr. Reed pauses at the sound of my moan, her finger hovering just at my entrance. She clears her throat softly, trying to maintain her professional composure despite the intimate situation.

“Easy does it, Ero. Just try to relax and breathe through it.”

Her voice is low and soothing, almost hypnotic in its calmness. Slowly, she begins to apply gentle pressure, easing her finger past the tight ring of muscle. She moves with careful precision, watching my face for any signs of discomfort.

“That’s it, you’re doing great. I’m just going to take a look inside now.”

Her free hand rubs small, comforting circles on my lower back as she slowly pushes deeper, her touch clinical yet oddly intimate.

My sphincter begins to close around her finger. It takes a big gulp and contracts again, fluttering and contracting as she continues to gently probe and tickle my prostate. Precum trickles out of the tip of my penis, staining the gown. I groan with shame.

“Dr. Reed, I am so sorry.”

Dr. Reed's breath hitches almost imperceptibly as she feels my sphincter clench around her finger, the rhythmic contractions sending a jolt of unexpected sensation through her. She swallows hard, trying to maintain her focus.

“Shhh, there’s no need to apologize, Ero. This reaction is completely natural.”

Her voice is strained, barely concealing the effect my body's responses are having on her own composure. She continues her gentle massage, determined to complete the exam thoroughly despite the growing tension between us.

“Your prostate feels healthy and responsive. That’s a positive sign.”

She withdraws her finger slowly, giving my inner walls a final caress before breaking contact. There’s a moment of heavy silence as she discards the glove with shaking hands.

“Why don’t you take a moment to collect yourself, Ero?”

I can’t believe I am this aroused and haven’t gone over the edge yet. I need relief, and I know I'm not going to find it in this office. I have never had any woman—girlfriend, lover, anyone—touch me in such an intimate way as Dr. Reed has today. She walks away and goes to her records, entering my stats into the computer, as if she wasn't just knuckle-deep inside my anal cavity one minute ago.

As Dr. Reed finishes updating my file, she turns back to face me, her expression carefully neutral despite the lingering tension in the air.

“Alright Ero, I’ve completed my notes. Unless you have any other concerns or questions, we’re all set for today.”

She steps closer, her heels clicking softly on the tile. Her gaze flicks briefly to the damp spot on my gown before meeting my eyes.

“Remember, what happened here stays confidential. It was a normal part of your exam, nothing more.”

Her voice is low and steady, but there’s an undercurrent of something else—perhaps regret or longing, swiftly buried.

“I’ll give you a few moments to get dressed. Take all the time you need.”

With that, she turns and strides toward the door, her posture rigid with barely contained emotion.

“Thank you, Dr. Reed,” I say, my heart racing. I can’t hold it in any longer. I must see her again, just not in this capacity.

She isn’t wearing a ring. She’s walking away.

“Dr. Reed, can I see you again sometime? Just not like this?”

I’m perched on a precipice. She can either pull me back from the ledge or give me a push and watch me plummet. I wait with bated breath.

Dr. Reed pauses, her hand hovering over the doorknob. Her shoulders tense almost imperceptibly at my question. She stands still for a long moment, her profile silhouetted in the doorway. When she finally turns to face me, her expression is a complex mix of emotions—surprise, hesitation, and a flicker of something warmer, more personal.

“Ero, I…” she starts, then hesitates, choosing her words carefully.

“I’m flattered by your interest, truly. But I think we both know that pursuing anything beyond a professional relationship could be complicated, given my role as your physician.”

She steps back into the room, her blue eyes searching my face intently.

“However…” A small, hesitant smile curves her lips. “Perhaps we could arrange a coffee date, strictly off the clock.”

“Dr. Reed,” I smile.

“You are not my physician. Dr. Hamel is. And I’d love to get coffee with you.What about after work?”

“You could meet me at the Black Bean over in Silver City?Unless that’s too late for coffee and you’d prefer something stronger? It should be far enough away where you won’t run into any patients—at least, ones you don’t want to see off the clock…”

Dr. Reed’s smile widens, a spark of excitement lighting up her eyes despite her attempt to appear casual.

“The Black Bean sounds perfect, Ero. Around 7 PM should work well for me.”

She glances at her watch, then back at me, a playful glint in her expression.

“And you’re right, I’m not technically your physician. Consider this an invitation to chat as two adults, off duty.”

She steps closer, her voice lowering conspiratorially.

“As for the drink, well... I suppose a glass of wine might be nice. To toast new beginnings, perhaps?”

Her hand rests lightly on my arm, the touch lingering just a beat longer than necessary.

“Until tonight then, Ero. Dress casually.”

I arrive at The Bean at 6:45 PM. She strolls in at 6:50, all cool professionalism gone, along with the lab coat, but she still wears that enticing emerald green satin shirt that hugs her curves in all the right places. I see I was right; she has a perfect heart-shaped bottom framed by her charcoal pencil skirt. I wave her over, smiling.

Her eyes light up, and her smile is warm and inviting as she waves and walks over to my table. Her messy ponytail and bangs bounce confidently as she moves with the liquid grace of a predatory cat. I stand when she arrives, pulling out her chair for her to sit.

Then I sit across from her, taking in her sparkling deep blue eyes. I can’t believe SHE is here. With ME.

Dr. Reed slides into the chair I pulled out for her, crossing her legs elegantly as she settles in. She leans forward slightly, resting her elbows on the table, giving me an enticing view of her cleavage peeking out from her emerald satin blouse.

“Thank you for coming, Ero. I have to admit, I was looking forward to this all day.”

Her voice is warm and inviting, so different from her usual professional tone. She reaches out, her fingers brushing lightly against mine on the tabletop.

“So, tell me, what made you decide to ask me out? Was it the prostate exam?”

She winks playfully, a mischievous grin tugging at her lips.

I flush beet red. I can’t believe she said that. I fall in love with her right there.

“That depends, are you Dr. Reed tonight, or is there anything else I should be calling you?”

Dr. Reed laughs, a rich, melodious sound that fills the cozy café. She leans back in her chair, her eyes twinkling with mirth and something deeper, more intense.

“Tonight, Ero, I’m just Liv. Olivia, if you prefer.”

She reaches for her wine glass, taking a slow sip, her gaze never leaving mine over the rim.

“And I’d love to hear what brought you to invite me out. But first…”

She sets her glass down, her fingers trailing along the stem thoughtfully.

“Tell me a bit about yourself, outside of being my patient. What makes you tick? What passions ignite that fire in your eyes?”

Her voice is low and inviting, genuinely curious to learn more about me.

“Liv,” I say her name, even savoring it. Even her name is hot.

To be continued in chapter 4...