Hot, wet and embarrassed

Heather threw down the magazine and sighed. It was the sixth magazine she'd skimmed through while she waited for her appointment. Her allotted time had been an hour ago and she was next in line but they'd told her that twenty minutes ago. She cracked her neck and rolled her shoulders, trying to stave off the stiffness of sitting for so long.

Her body also felt hot and itchy. It wasn't just because the waiting room was stuffy. She knew the reason well. Damn Chloe, she thought and damn her for not finishing the job. Every inch of her young body was tensed up, aching for the release that she'd been denied. It didn't help that she was stuck in this room waiting, with boring magazines. Of course, her mine started to wander, to think back to Chloe's tongue in her slit, or to the day before when Kurt pummelled them both with his thick cock.

It was that thick cock that'd got them in this mess in the first place, she reminded herself. Suddenly her mind was struck with images of Kurt's seed shooting off inside of her. She remembered the feeling, warm and heavy, and how his large load dripped from her pussy afterwards. Heather growled softly, her pussy twitching in response to her thoughts.

"Heather Ravers," A nurse called. "The doctor will see you now,"

"Fucking finally," Heather said under the breath, presenting a fake smile to the nurse as she was guided to one of the patient rooms.

She thanked the nurse and entered the room, the door closing behind her. The doctor, a woman with long, dark brown hair, sat, hunched over a table writing a note on a chart. Heather couldn't see her face but when the doctor sat up, Heather instantly recognised her.

"Heather Ravers!" The doctor greeted her happily. "I thought it was you when I saw the name on the chart."

"Mrs-I mean, Dr. Bishop," Heather said, trying not to sound as awkward as she felt. "I didn't know you worked the clinic."

"Yes, I usually work in the gynaecology ward but it's part of my contract that I have to fulfil so many clinic hours per week," Zack's mother explained. "Besides, I see you cited feminine issues when you made the appointment, and I'm the only female Doctor on call at the moment."

"I see," Heather said, considering calling the whole thing off and coming back another day, but she remembered how desperately Victoria wanted those morning after pills.

"No need to be shy," Dr. Bishop said, standing and indicating towards the bed. "Hop up there and tell me what's the problem."

Heather obeyed, hoisting herself up onto the edge of the hospital bed. She fidgeted with the hem of her shirt as she tried to think of the words to ask her friend's mum for contraception.

"Well..." Heather's voice trailed off. She couldn't think. All she could think about was that the next time she saw Zack's mum, she'd know Heather had unprotected sex. Doctor-patient confidentiality might stop her telling anyone but she'd know.

"Does your vagina itch or burn?" Dr. Bishop asked, trying to help the process along.

It itches but not like how you mean, Heather thought. Instead she simply shook her head.

"There's no redness or swelling? no blisters or spots?"

Her clit was swollen but again Heather shook her head. The doctor paused, considering Heather. It was clear from Dr. Bishop's face that she was beginning to realise why Heather had come to the clinic.

"What age are you, Heather?"

"18," Heather said softly.

"And are you sexually active?"

Heather opened her mouth but couldn't speak. So she nodded.

"Was that a yes?"

Heather blushed. She was going to make her say it. So she swallowed hard and squeaked out a 'yep.'

"Alright, well that's normal," Dr. Bishop said brightly. "And have you had sex recently?"

"Y-yes," Heather admitted. Her voice was growing louder, but with every question she felt more and more embarrassed and exposed.

"How many sexual partners have you had recently?"

Heather hestitated. Technically there were Kurt and Chloe, but Zack's mum only needed to know about Kurt. No need to mention being eaten out in the morning or the threesome last night.

Dr. Bishop looked up from the chart. Heather quickly answered, 'just one."

The doctor surveyed her face for a moment and then asked, "boy? what about girls as well?"

Shit. Zack's mum had seen right through her. She hung her head and admitted to fucking one girl as well. Dr. Bishop noted her answer on her chart and continued with the line of questioning.

"Ever together?"

Heather's eyes went wide, **** for this to end. And to top it all off, she was still wet and horny, despite the embarrassing situation she was in.

"Yes," she answered finally.

"And did he finish inside of you?"

"Yes."

And inside the other girl?"

"Yes."

"And did you cum?"

"W-why would that matter?" Heather gasped.

Dr. Bishop laughed lightly. "Well, I would hope that your own pleasure would be as important to you as his. From a medical perspective though, orgasming during sex can increase your chances of being fertilised by the boy's seed."

"Well, in that case then, yes."

"Good," she said, setting the chart to one side. "Now, I think I need to give you a physical check up."

"W-what?"

"It's standard procedure in this hospital for anyone who comes in for birth control to undergo a physical check up, I'm afraid," Dr. Bishop explained as she took a pair of rubber gloves from a station on the wall and began pulling them on to her hands. "This hospital is a little old-fashioned, so they have quite strict policies about these things."

Heather nodded, as she reluctantly started to unbutton her shirt. Beneath it she was wearing a black bra, that came into full view as she slipped the shirt off her shoulders.

Dr. Bishop took the stethoscope from her neck and put it in her ears, placing the resonator on Heather's chest. Her other hand rested on Heather's back, as she listened to Heather's heart beat. Heather glanced at the older woman, catching her eye. Their faces were close, close enough that Heather could smell the faint perfume on her neck.

Then she switched, putting the silver resonator on Heather's back and placing her other hand on Heather's chest. Heather looked down at the doctor's hand, sitting on the swell of her breast.

"Heartbeat sounds good," the doctor said, stepping back. "Now I need you to remove the bra."

Heather didn't argue. She just reached back, unclasped the bra, and pulled it down her arms, allowing her large tits to spill out into view. Zack's mum stepped up in front of her and took a breast in each gloved hand.

"Look heathy. Yes. These have matured quite nicely." The doctor hummed as she played with Heather's tits; lifting them and letting them drop, jiggling and squeezing them, and running the thumbs over her nipples. Heather's breath became ragged and her pussy flushed at finally being touched again.

Dr. Bishop let her boobs slip from her hands, and Heather let out a little growl. She looked up at Zack's mum, who was moving to the end of the bed and pulling up the stirrups.

"Take off your panties and leggings and lie on the edge here with your legs up," Dr. Bishop instructed.

Again Heather complied without protest, slipping her shoes from her feet and rolling her leggings down, revealing a little black thong. As if that wasn't embarrassing enough, Heather then had to pull that down, leaving her standing completely naked in front of her friend's mum. It got worse as she moved to the end of the bed and pulled herself up onto the edge, and raising her feet into the stirrups with the help of Dr. Bishop. Her wet, open pussy was on full display.

The doctor sat on a chair in front of Heather's little, teen puss. Still using a gloved hand, she traced her fingers along Heather's lips, smearing Heather's sticky juices all over. Her fingers reached the top, grazing Heather's hard clit and making the young woman gasp.

Dr. Bishop's fingers trailed back down her pussy, ending as she brought one finger to Heather's entrance. Heather was panting, her pussy walls twitching, as Zack's mother pushed her finger inside. Heather failed to hold back a moan.

"That's a healthy, young pussy. So tight," Dr. Bishop complimented as she wiggled her finger in completely. "And so wet. Good self-lubrication is important in a young woman's body."

The doctor withdrew her finger. Heather looked down between her legs and watched as Zack's mum brought her finger to her mouth and sucked on the slick jucies that covered it.

"Mmmm, nice taste too," she noted. "Shows you have a good diet."

Heather whimpered as Dr. Bishop returned her fingers to the young woman's pussy. She rubbed her gloved hand over the clit and lips again before moving down to her entrance.

"Let's see how you do with two fingers," she said, pressing her index and pointer into the teen puss.

The fingers slipped in with ease, as Heather knew they would. After Kurt's thick cock she could take all but the most monstrous of cocks. But the doctor's fingers still felt very good to the girl who had been horny all morning. All the impure thoughts and lustful desires had left her **** and aching. The last thing she expected was for the doctor to give her the release she needed but she wasn't complaining. Zack's mom expertly slid her fingers in and out of Heather's cunt, and Heather moaned her approval. Dr. Bishop's thumb pressed against Heather's clit, and the young girl threw her head back, silently screaming.

The doctor continued finger fucking the young, teen girl, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. That warm, itchy feeling Heather had earlier had spread through out her body until she felt utterly molten and electric. Her body was completely on edge and then, as Dr. Bishop's fingers sunk inside her once more, and her thumb rubbed harshly against her swollen clit, it happened. It felt as though someone had reached in and pulled the pin on her orgasm because it hit her like an explosion. She moaned, low and long, as she came. Her back arched and her toes curled as she felt the spasms in her cunt walls ring throughout her body.

While Heather caught her breath, Dr. Bishop slipped off her gloves and tossed them in a bin. Then she returned to the chart, writing down some notes before turning back to Heather.

"You seem perfectly healthy to me," the doctor said casually, as if she hadn't just gotten her patient off.

"So does that mean you can give me the birth control pills?" Heather asked.

"'fraid not," she said, shaking her head.

"Why not?" Heather said, sitting up. "You said I was healthy."

"But you're also sexually active," Dr. Bishop explained. "Hospital guidelines don't permit distributing birth control to young women who might **** its use."

"Are you saying I can't get birth control because I've had sex?" Heather rubbed her head. "But a girl who'd never had sex could come in here and get some?"

"I understand your frustration. It is rather silly, but as I said, this hospital is rather old fashioned, much like the rest of the town," Dr. Bishop sympathised. "Even though I'd like to help, if I were seen to be going against hospital policy it would cost me my job."

"Too bad I don't know any girls who are virgins. A couple of days ago sure, but...it's been a crazy few days," Heather said, as she returned to her feet, still shaking slightly, and pulled up her thong. "This would probably have helped Zack as well. He's been plenty sexually active recently too."

"My Zack? really?" She considered it for a moment, then frowned. "But that doesn't change anything. My hands are tied by the hospital."

"I understand." Heather continued dressing herself as she spoke. "Sorry, for wasting your time."

"However..." Dr. Bishop's face brightened. "If you were to send one of your male friends, I could give them condoms. Even if they're sexually active. I know it's a double standard but I guess it's an old fashioned way of thinking. They don't mind if young men are out getting experience and being safe."

"But what about the times they've already finished inside us?" Heather said, using the doctor's words to make it less awkward.

"I can't do anything about that, although getting pregnant from having sex once is quite unlikely," she assured Heather. "But at least you can protect yourselves in the future."

"Alright, I'll book an appointment for someone," She said, buttoning up her shirt as she considered which of her male friends to put in this position.

"It can't be Zack though. They'll see that his last name is Bishop and won't let me treat my own family," Dr. Bishop instructed. "So make sure it's one of your other male friends."