Dick Does It

“The Church is against sexual revolution,” Bertrille told them.

“But not sex.? How many nude resorts and beaches are there in Catholic countries? Have you seen their cinema? I dare say one day topless will be the fashion in Paris and Milan and other trend-centers. Shall I mention the prevalence of their bordellos and mistresses?”

“Just because -What is Dick doing!??” she cried as Carlotta’s assistant rubbed her with a washcloth. “That stings!” She was already trying to pull back before she realized that. (Again the paper crinkled and almost stuck to her sex.)

“He’s cleaning and sterilizing your wounds. All of the resort’s employees are trained in first aid.”

“But you’re more qualified! You said so yourself!” She was suspicious.

“I will be giving you the examination. First aid isn’t an examination.” She crossed her arms under her large, brown boobs with the long nipples. “Or is the problem that it is a man who is doing it for you?”

“Yes,” Bertrille told her. Nuns were supposed to have little physical contact with the opposite sex.

“There are countries where women cannot receive the medical help they require because the doctors are men. Do you support the taboo?”

Bertrille couldn’t think of an answer at the moment. “Does Dick have to be this close!?” Frances could smell his odor, feel his body heat, hear his baritone breathing, see his muscles play under his deep tan as he continued to treat her. It was all making her squirm. And the paper crinkle.

“I prescribe it,” the psychologist said. “To rephrase what I said earlier: It is very common for women to be sexually aroused and not be aware of it at the time. Being unaware that they are - Denying that they are! - they have not trained and condition themselves against sexual misfortunes and dysfunctions.”

“Some fancy phrasing there,” She said, unimpressed, as she protected her sex with her hands.

“They’re part of the dissertation I’m working on for my PhD,” the pleased Carlotta smiled.