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"Bishop," came the monotone voice from the loudspeaker in the cold waiting room I was in. I stood up and crossed my arms in front of my chest as I left.
"Room two, Miss Bishop." said a red-haired member of staff sitting behind a superfluously large screen. I let my eyes wander over the white shelf behind her. It was filled with books, anatomical pictures and a large calendar with a red slider showing the date. November 15th.
I nodded nervously to the woman and started moving. I walked down the corridor, my damp shoes squeaking on the smooth gray wood-look tiles. There were also pictures on the walls. Flowers. I stepped closer to one and tilted my head slightly. Flowers that looked like the female sex. I sighed again.
A visit to the gynecologist was not unfamiliar to me. Visiting a new doctor after having the same doctor since the first visit was unfamiliar to me.
With a sinking feeling, I knocked softly on the white door with a pink two on it before entering. I was greeted by an eager assistant. She already had gray hair and a small pair of square glasses perched on her nose.
"The doctor will be in shortly. Please be patient for a moment," she said with a smile, pointed with her thin, long fingers to a chair in front of a desk and then left the room.
I took a seat and looked around again. The pattern of the flower-vagina pictures seemed to run through the whole practice. Despite the fact that the practice itself seemed inviting and the staff were all friendly and welcoming, I couldn't shake off the uneasy feeling.
I wasn't shy about showing off my body. The proof of this was in Joe's bar almost every Wednesday, but showing off my body, my most intimate parts, to a stranger was something I wanted to avoid at all costs. My old gynecologist had been with me since my first visit as a teenager. I had no problem being examined by him. But three months ago he retired and recommended "Doctor Deluca" to me at my last visit. A young, open-minded woman who is well respected in her field.
I had been putting off the visit for the last few weeks, but with my sexual activity I'd rather be safe than sorry.
I didn't know what to expect. I trusted Dr. Keen, and didn't google said Doctor Deluca. Before I could sink any further into my thoughts, there was a light knock and the door through which the older assistant had also disappeared opened.
In stepped a tall brown-haired woman. My eyes wandered from her feet, which were in black sneakers, over her long legs to her chest, where my eyes lingered briefly, up to her face. A warm smile met me there.
"Doctor Carina Deluca. And you must be Maya Bishop." she said. Her voice sweet as honey, and as she held out her hand I finally rose and came out of my trance-like state. I cleared my throat sheepishly and shook her hand vigorously. "Good afternoon, Doctor Deluca," I replied politely.
She nodded, took a few steps and dropped into the swivel chair on the other side of the wooden desk. "How are you, Miss Bishop?" she began as she moved a few pens aside to rest her forearms.
I quickly sat back down and turned to the extraordinary woman. "I'm fine, are you?" I asked her, laughing softly. I had never asked my doctor how he was. I noticed my cheeks turning slightly red. "I'm fine, thank you for asking," she said, putting me out of my misery.
"Okay, why are you here today?" she started the more serious conversation. "Any complaints?" she continued, shoving a small keyboard in front of her and clicking the mouse for a moment. Her eyes met mine and she waited patiently for an answer.
"No, I don't have any complaints. I just want to have everything checked out," I explained to her. She nodded and typed quickly on the keyboard. "This is your first time here?" she asked, looking at the screen. "Yes, Dr. Keen recommended you to me." A wide smile spread across her face in response.
"Okay, when was your last period?" I looked up at the ceiling to think. "The first of November," I answered her. Nervously, I crossed my legs. "Is there any chance you're pregnant?" she continued, looking at me urgently. "Not really." "Not really?" she repeated questioningly and raised an eyebrow. "I use contraception and haven't had sex with men since my last period." She nodded slightly and I could tell from her neutral reaction that she either had no prejudices or didn't understand.
"How do you use contraception? Do you take hormonal medication?" I shook my head. "No, when I have contact with men, I use condoms." She nodded again and continued to ask.
After a few minutes, she asked me to go through the door on the left behind me. "I'll be right with you," she said with a smile and disappeared through another door. I sighed and entered the new room.
In the middle of it stood "the chair". I loathed it, as many others probably did too.
As a teenager, I was terrified of going to the gynecologist. My biggest fear was my hair, and my second fear was what if you get wet. I realized pretty quickly that this was complete nonsense, because there was hardly anything more unerotic than being examined by a stranger. What can I say, I was a teenager.
There was a small white swivel stool in front of the examination chair in the room. There was a large window on the left wall, which only let in light through the milky glass, but prevented me from looking in or out. Before I could look around any further, Dr. Deluca entered the room. Alone.
I looked at her in amazement. "Will your assistant be joining you?" I asked her. She tilted her head. "If you wish, I can ask her to come in. But in my experience, many women prefer to be examined without another pair of eyes." she offered. "Doctor Keen always had his assistant with him, I thought that's how it's done everywhere," I explained my concerns to the woman.
She grinned and said: "Very often male gynecologists take an assistant into the room with them to avoid false accusations, which can of course also happen with female doctors, but you know. And with minors, of course. We are never alone with minors." she explained. "So, do you want me to get my assistant or can we continue?" she asked.
The explanation made sense. I had never questioned why there was always another person in the room, as I hadn't known it any other way since I was a teenager. "No, it's fine," I replied. I had no intention of making false accusations.
"Okay, then I'll get everything ready here and you can get ready downstairs," she said with a smile and pointed to a small door that probably led to the changing room.
I took a deep breath and entered the small, cozy room. There were several hooks on the wall for clothes. I quickly got rid of my trousers and boxer shorts and pulled my slightly too big shirt up over my butt.
Embarrassed, I left the room. I kept my eyes fixed on the gray floor. "Sit down," she said and in the corner of my eye I saw her pointing to the chair. I swallowed hard and took a seat.
"Okay, we'll do this at your pace. If you feel uncomfortable or something hurts, let me know and I'll stop immediately. And if you want to stop the examination, you have to tell me that too and we'll stop, okay?" she explained. I just nodded several times.
"Perfect. Then place your legs here" she pointed to the right holder "and here" then to the left. I followed her instructions and in a flash I was sitting in front of her with my legs spread.
I rested my head against the headrest and realized how red my face was. For some reason, she made me nervous. I'm not sure if it was her looks or just the whole situation. And before I could think any further about the reasons behind my nervousness, she spoke up.
"I'm going to feel everything on the outside first, then I'll take a swab, and finally I'll feel the vagina. Is that all right with you?" she explained her plan. "Yes." That was all I could manage. The thought of such an attractive woman touching me brought back my teenage angst.
"I'll start now," she said, just before I felt the first touch. She patted everything down before humming contentedly.
"Everything looks perfect from the outside," she said after a few minutes. Shortly afterwards, I heard a metallic noise. My head shot up and she was holding a speculum in her hand. I hated this part. "Can it be smaller?" I asked and gulped. I rarely had problems with any size, but it's different when I'm doing this privately in my own four walls, or completely dry and tense with a doctor.
"Of course, no problem." she said and took another speculum out of the small cupboard. "Is this better?" she asked, holding it up. I tilted my head. The difference between the two was minimal. Not wanting to be complicated, I finally nodded.
She then took her seat again. "Could you slide a little further forward, please?" she instructed me. I obeyed and slid lower, exposing myself even more. She rubbed the speculum with lubricant and guided it to my entrance.
"Is everything okay with you?" she asked. "Yes, why?" I replied in a high-pitched voice. She laughed lightly. "You're very tense," she said, tilting her head and looking me in the eye. I blushed like a tomato and cleared my throat. "Sorry." I said quietly and breathed in and out deeply, trying to relax somehow.
"I'll introduce it now," she said. And no sooner said than done.
She quickly removed the object again and tucked the oversized cotton bud away airtight.
"Now I'll give you a quick feel," she said and turned to me again. I felt one of her lubricated fingers penetrate me. She turned it several times and also pressed on the outside of my stomach.
The procedure was over as quickly as it had begun. She rolled back in her chair to give me the space to sit upright again. "While I give my assistant the swab, you can get dressed again. But this time, please leave the top free." she said with her dazzling smile and took off her blue gloves at the same time.
I nodded and disappeared back into the dressing room. There I covered myself up again and took off my shirt and bra. I waited until I heard footsteps in the next room. Only then did I leave the room.
She put her gloves on again and stood in front of me. Unsure, I stood in front of her and she started to talk. "I'm just going to feel your breasts quickly now." I gave her permission and she started.
"Do you exercise a lot?" she asked in the middle of the examination. I blushed slightly again. "Yes, every day actually. I have to be fit for my job," I explained to her. She nodded and looked intently at her fingers, which pressed on a certain point several times. I looked down anxiously too, but after a few seconds she left the spot and carried on.
"What is your job?" "I'm a firefighter." I said with a smile. "Impressive." she replied, finally straightening up in front of me and removing her hands from my breasts. "You can get dressed again." And I didn't need to be told twice.
When I left the changing room, I entered an empty room. "Over here!" the female voice called through the open door. Relieved, I left the examination room and took another seat on the chair in front of the wooden desk.
"I haven't discovered any abnormalities in any of the examinations." she informed me, and I breathed a sigh of relief. "We'll have to wait and see what the smear test says, but I'm confident that you're healthy. If you don't receive a call from us in the next few days, then we haven't found any abnormalities," she explained.
"Okay, then I know. Thank you, Doctor Deluca," I said with a smile as I stood up. She did the same and held out her hand to me. I took it and shook it. "Stay healthy." She grinned. "You too." I winked and we both laughed quietly.
Relieved and much more relaxed than before, I left the doctor's surgery. I breathed in the cold November air and made my way to my car.
As I started the engine and drove away from the house, one thing was clear: I had to see her again.
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"How was the doctor's visit?" asked my roommate and best friend Andrea as we sat on the couch together. "Good. They didn't find anything abnormal. I'm absolutely healthy." I said happily. "But?" she asked. "How could you hear a 'but' in that sentence?" I laughed. She grinned. "I know you better than you think, May."
I sighed. "The 'but' is the doctor." She turned to me and crossed her legs underneath her. "Was she rude?" I shook my head in the negative. "Quite the opposite." I sighed again. "hmm, okay. so she was friendly, but did everything wrong?" "Andy!" I said, slapping her right knee lightly.
"She was perfect. Absolutely perfect." I confessed to my best friend. "In what way?" she asked, still unsure what I meant. "In every way. She's nice, sensitive and probably the most attractive woman I've ever seen." After that there was silence.
"Maya, she's your doctor." Andy interrupted the silence. "Of course I'm going to find a new doctor!" I replied indignantly.
"I don't quite get it Maya. There's no more unattractive person than the one who's examining your hoohaa in a clinical setting." I couldn't stop myself from laughing. Andy's choice of words was, well, let's just say interesting. "You have to see her to understand," I said, giggling.
"Okay, then show me." she said and leaned forward to grab my laptop from the couch table. She flipped it open and logged in with my details. I narrowed my eyes. "How do you know my password?" I asked. She just glanced at me and I nodded cautiously.
Dramatically, she stretched her fingers out over the keyboard and looked me in the eye. "What's the attractive doctor's name?" she asked, moving her eyebrows up and down. I rolled my eyes. "Doctor Deluca." I replied. "Italian." she said with a proud nod and started typing.
"Doctor Carina Deluca?" she suddenly asked, to which I replied in the affirmative. She was quiet for a moment before she raised her eyebrows, impressed. "Yes, now I understand you better." She continued to scroll through the pictures and I turned the laptop slightly so I could see something too.
"Has she made any signs that she likes you too?" Andy asked after she put the laptop back on the table. "God, of course she didn't. She was completely professional, Andy. I bet you she's already forgotten about me. That's her job, she's not going to remember every single patient."
"Hmm, maybe not every one, but maybe pretty blonde firefighters," she said, winking at me. "Now chop chop, we have to get to Joe's!" she urged me on.
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"Dogs or cats, Maya?" Jack randomly asked me as I arrived at the table with seven bottles of beer in my arms. I set the bottles down, bending my knees slightly. "Ehh, cats?" I asked, scratching the back of my head. "Finally, someone who understands me." Jack said triumphantly.
"Really, Maya?" asked Vic incredulously. I shrugged my shoulders. "What, dogs are a lot of work and they stink when they're wet," I said, wrinkling my nose. Vic and Travis rolled their eyes. "And cats don't stink? They clean themselves with their own drool." Andy replied. "Which is antibacterial." I reminded them. "But no, my school friend back then had a cat. She always smelled fresh." I explained to my friends.
"You, Maya Bishop, had friends?" Jack teased me. "Ha ha ha." I said, rolling my eyes. "How did you come up with the dogs and cats discussion?" Before I could get an answer, Andy nudged me. Annoyed, I looked at her and she nodded her head in one direction.
My eyes met brown eyes.
"He's been looking at you the whole time," Andy whispered to me.
I ran my eyes over him from top to bottom and then nodded briefly. "Okay." And so I disappeared inconspicuously from the table, while my friends had already started another discussion.
I made my way through the people who were chattering wildly. The smell of alcohol and old sweat hung in the air.
When I finally arrived at the bar, I sat down confidently on the stool next to the strange man. I saw him grinning in the corner of my eye. "Yes, no problem. Go ahead and sit down." he said playfully and I laughed softly.
"I'm Maya." I said, turning to him and holding my hand out to the man. "Andrew." he said and took my hand.
"So Andrew, how come I had to come to you?" I said, raising an eyebrow. "Are you one of those old-fashioned women who want the man to make the first move?" he asked. I shook my head, laughing. "Yes." I replied with a smirk. "Okay, then I beg your pardon. I'll take the next step." he flirted and came closer.
"And what's the next step?" I flirted back as my hand found his upper arm. He lowered his gaze to my hand on his arm and grinned cheekily. His eyes met mine again and I almost sank into his gaze.
"Dave, a beer for the lady, please." he said to the bartender without taking his eyes off mine. In the corner of my eye, I saw the bartender, who appeared to be called Dave, nod. "Buying you a drink." he finally answered my question and sat up straight again. I shook my head in amusement.
"Okay, Andrew. Can you tell me what you do for a living?" I started another conversation. "I'm a resident at the hospital across the street." "Wow, a doctor." I teased him and nudged his shoulder with mine. He laughed in response. "And what about you, Maya?" "Firefirghter. Station 19." I told him proudly. "Then I assume that the six people back there watching us are your collegues?" he asked and I turned around quickly and caught my friends in the act. They averted their eyes in a flash.
I sighed. "Yes, these are my friends and colleagues." Just then, Dave put a beer down in front of me. "Thanks," I said with a smile.
The conversation with Andrew went without a hitch, and with each new piece of information, I found the man more and more interesting. Still, I knew that we were both going home alone today, or at least i was.
"Maya, we wanted to go. Are you coming?" Andy interrupted my ramble about sea creatures, to which Andrew had been listening attentively and occasionally adding new information. "Wait for me outside for a minute. I'm just going to say goodbye," I said to Andy with a smile, who then disappeared.
I exhaled deeply. "It's been lovely with you Andrew, but I'm going home alone today." "I wasn't expecting anything else." he replied as he helped me down from the bar stool. We quickly paid for our open tabs and he walked me to the door.
"Maya?" he stopped me as the door slammed shut behind him. "Yeah?" "Will you give me your number?" he asked with a reserved grin. I smirked and held out my open hand. He quickly fished in his trouser pocket for his smartphone, unlocked it and handed it to me. I typed in my number, made a quick call and handed it back to him.
"I had a lovely evening with you, Maya." he confessed. "See you around, Doctor Andrew." I said with a wink as I turned to head up the stairs. As I reached the bottom, he called after me, "Don't be a stranger, Maya." I stopped for a moment to register his words but didn't respond, instead stepping out into the cold November night.
With no protective walls, the icy wind whipped my face and my breath left a hazy white haze in the air. A honking horn drew my attention to Andy, who was already sitting in the driver's seat and waving at me. I sprinted through the cold night, pulled open the passenger door and dropped into the cozy seat of her BMW.