Chapter 2
Now Kim felt the same thrilling sensations in her body that Jimmy had aroused that afternoon three weeks ago. But this was different. Doctor Conrad's fingers were gently, oh, so gently, touching the soft flesh and tight little lips of her pussy as he examined the youthful organ.
He wanted to lick right out and run his sweltering tongue right across her beautiful gash, then encompass it completely with his mouth and suck until her happiness drained down his gulping throat. But James Conrad knew better than to make such an impulsive move. He separated the pink lips with tender pressure from the fingers of each hand. Her hole opened up as best it could, the super-sensitive tissues of her inner lining glowed with pink health and showed no signs of any inflammation.
Taking his time and enjoying every moment of his inspection, Doctor Conrad decided to look deeper. Kim could hold back no longer, her insides were fluttering with arousal, her breath was coming in shorter and shorter gasps. The doctor's probing hands were turning her on like a raging forest fire. She tried to hold her breath, but that only delayed her gasp, and a tremble of passionate enjoyment traveled from her throat to her crotch.
James saw what was happening. He knew she was young and highly excitable; in fact, if her reaction were any different he would have been surprised. He stared into her spread-open box and watched as the walls moistened with lubricating fluids and a tiny tremor of muscular spasms shook the internal beauty. He wondered if he was looking deep enough; so far there were still no signs of anything wrong at all ... only signs of splendid perfection in the inviting, heat-issuing cavity.
When she felt his finger sliding deep inside her Kim stiffened. It felt good, too good; she grimaced to force back the bodily expressions of her great pleasure.
James used his finger to feel for anything to indicate a disease. There was nothing, just slick, soft flesh of such heat he thought his fingernail might curl. Then, to his surprise, he found it-her hymen. She was a virgin. He blinked, then again pressed his finger deep to make sure. He was right.
He was also confused. Okay, he had a liar on his hands. She gave him a false name, address, age ... that happened frequently when a young girl found herself in some sort of trouble and wanted to keep her parents from finding out. But did she lie about the possible disease too? How in hell can a virgin get VD, he asked himself.
Sure, it was possible, he knew that. But instances of toilet-seat VD are very rare ... and she had said her boyfriend gave it to her. James slipped his ringers from inside the juice-dripping gash and watched the superhuman tension in Kim's limber young body go away. She obviously was unaware of the constant trembling on the inside of her thighs, the flexed anxiousness of her proud rump, the heated juice dripping freely and abundantly from her assaulted pussy.
Kim sighed when she felt his hands leave her; it was finally over and she hadn't exploded. But she'd came close, oh, so close. One more stab of his finger would have made her cry and whimper helplessly as an orgasm cascaded right out of her fuming twat onto his face and hands.
James took one last look at the delightful sight of the snug cunt and lowered her legs from the stirrups, He didn't smile, but used his most serious expression as he said, "You can get up now, Glenda."
Kim slowly rose up and covered herself with the gown, and a sense of relief came over her until she saw his face. The expression made her heart sink, and she knew she had it ... had it good. Why else would he look that way?
He pointed to the chair opposite his desk. "Have a seat for a minute, Glenda. There are a few questions I'd like to ask before I take a blood sample."
James leaned forward and used his best warm smile before saying, "I have to ask you a few questions about your relationship with this young man. There are a few questions in my mind I'd like to clear up before I go any further."
She stared at the floor. "Yes, doctor."
"How old is he?"
"Eighteen."
"Have you been going out very long?"
The questions seemed crazy, but Kim answered anyway. "About four months, I guess."
"How frequently did you have sex?" he asked.
Kim looked up; her big, brown eyes seemed to melt into his stare. She knew he'd ask that. "Only once."
"Once?"
"Yes." She looked back down to the floor. Kim couldn't bring herself to look into the doctor's handsome face and discuss sexual relations with Jimmy.
"How about petting? Did you engage in much heavy petting?"
"What do you mean by heavy?" she asked.
"I'll rephrase the question. How often did you allow him to come in contact, any kind of contact, with your vagina?"
Kim swallowed. "Once."
"Okay, then we're talking about a single incident, that explains a lot. But now I have to know precisely how far that incident went."
With a frustrated stammer she blurted, "We went all the way! I told you that!"
"Now don't get excited, Glenda. I know you went all the way, but I have to know exactly how far he went inside you."
"Why do you have to know that?" Kim asked as the tears started to run down her cheeks.
"For very important reasons," he replied. He wanted to run to her and lick the tears away with his tongue. She seemed so frail, so helpless, so totally lost in the chair. "Very important. You know I wouldn't ask otherwise."
Kim sniffed. "He only went in a little bit, I stopped him before he got it all in."
"Did he touch the rest of your vaginal area with his penis? Was there much preliminary contact between your organs?"
"Oh, God, why do you have to know all this?" Kim finally cried out. Large tears of humiliation streamed from her eyes.
"Because I saw no overt signs of venereal disease and am trying to determine if you perhaps have gonorrhea rather than syphilis!"
The clinical words snapped Kim back to reality. He was a doctor, she knew she was being silly by not trusting him and answering the questions.
"We touched a lot," she answered.
"In what way? What parts of his organ touched yours?" James asked.
Kim inhaled and tried to compose herself. "He ran himself up and down against me for quite a while before trying to put it inside me."
"I see. Did that feel good? I mean did it arouse you enough to cause your vagina to get moist?"
She caught her breath and nodded. "Yes, I was wet."
"Did he reach the state of ejaculation?" Kim swallowed. "Yes."
"Was his ejaculation inside you? Even just inside your opening the slightest amount?"
"Yes, I believe so. But then...." She stopped. "Then what?"
She closed her eyes, that helped. In a barely audible voice she said, "He pulled it out and it finished on my belly."
"Then some of it was released outside you, on your belly. Anywhere else?"
"On my backside."
James imagined the scene, some young man furiously trying to screw her while she resisted and begged. His cock finally erupting with sperm and being unable to stay inside her twat. She must have been twisting, pulling away, frightened and in a panic. James wondered what the young man's reaction was to all this.
"Was your boyfriend angry?" he asked.
Her eyes opened. "Huh? What does that have...."
"Just answer my question, was he angry?" The eyes closed. "Yes."
James had all the answer he needed for now. Obviously the young punk was angry enough to call her up and feed her this lie about VD. It was his juvenile way of getting back at her, and it probably wouldn't stop there either. He'd spread the word at school, ruin her reputation. James decided one more question would cinch his theory.
"Did you break up with him or did he break up with you?"
"I broke up with him, I told him I never wanted to go out with him again," Kim answered.
"My examination shows no signs of VD whatsoever, Glenda. I still want to take some blood for lab tests, but I'm sure you have nothing to worry about in that area."
She smiled for the first time, and James was swept away with desire. She was a ripe little plum and he wanted his taste before she spoiled. "I'm making an appointment for you tomorrow. What time are you out of school?"
"Three-thirty. But why do I need an appointment?" she asked.
"For pregnancy tests, young lady. There are indications that no disease was transferred, but possibly something else was."
"A baby?" Kim's heart was flooded with dread. "I might be pregnant?"
"Possibly. But if we find out soon enough it will be a simple matter to reverse. How's four-thirty?"
She was stunned. She hadn't even given that a thought. If she was pregnant and her parents ever found out they'd kill her. James saw the sudden paleness in her well-tanned face, the attempts to swallow away the dryness in her throat. She'd show up tomorrow without a doubt. But he wanted to be sure.
"Okay, Kimberly Lewis, tomorrow at four-thirty."
At first it didn't dawn on her, and she stood and started for the screen where her clothes were. Then she stopped and turned back. "You called me Kimberly...."
"Yes, I did." He smiled. "I knew you were lying to me and I had to find out before proceeding. I'm sorry, but I looked inside your purse, Kim. I have your correct name, address, and age. If you fail to show up tomorrow I'll make sure the results of the lab tests and a statement of charges will be delivered to your parents."
"Oh no!"
"But if you let me help you and promise not to he to me ever again I'll make sure they never find out. Agreed?"
She nodded. She had no choice.
"We'll trust each other, right?" Conrad asked.
"Yes, doctor."
"Now get dressed and I'll take some blood."