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Spent the last twelve hours convincing yourself it was fine is not the night you want to spend. That it was normal for your pussy to feel still raw, for the soreness to bite every time you shifted in bed, for the sting that made you flinch on the toilet at three a.m. It’s supposed to feel like that after the first time, right? That’s what Google said between the search results you clicked in a panic, phone screen bright against your pillow while your heart pounded too hard for how quiet your room was.

“Why does it still hurt after the first time”

“Is it normal for the first time to hurt 12 hours later”

“How to know if you tore down there first time”

“Will it get infected”

“Is he too big or am I too small”

“Is pain normal after losing virginity”

“How long do you feel pain after the first sex”

“Is bleeding normal after first sex”

“pain when sitting down after sex”

“When should I see a doctor first time with sex pain”

“feels swollen down there after the first time”

“How to know if something is wrong down there”

You pulled your knees up to your chest under the covers to press your thighs together until your hips cramped, but the soreness didn’t go away. It wasn’t even bleeding. It’s just tender, throbbing every time you move. Your brain wouldn’t shut up, cycling every worst-case scenario. Infection. A tear that won’t heal. Some hidden problem that would mean you’re broken forever. It was supposed to feel good because that’s what your friends have been telling you. Unfortunately, you are experiencing the opposite. It left you limping around your room and wincing when your jeans pressed against your cunt. Now you are cursing yourself for not telling him to slow down.

In the morning, you couldn’t even look at yourself in the mirror while you brushed your teeth, but you checked anyway. Shifting your hips and pulling your waistband down to peek. Eyes caught on the soft folds that were still a little puffy. A shade darker than usual. Too tender when your fingertip brushed the edge. No blood. No weird discharge. But you still didn’t feel right. Your finger hovered over the clinic’s online booking site for fifteen minutes before you typed in a fake name, a new email you made just for this, one you could delete after. You picked the soonest slot you could find. Ignoring the guilt in your stomach when you saw the price and just pressing confirm before you could change your mind. The confirmation pinged your inbox a minute later.

From: [email protected]

Good day. Your schedule for your appointment has been confirmed. Please come tomorrow, Wednesday at 10:15 AM. Your doctor will be Dr. Duncan. Please arrive 10 minutes early. If your name has been called during your schedule and no one answered. Your slot will be voided. Let us know if you need to reschedule. See you.

You swallowed hard when you saw the doctor’s name, the Duncan pulling at the back of your memory. Your mom’s best friend’s sister, wasn’t it? The pretty one you saw once at that family barbecue, the one who had soft hair and toned arms, the one who had smiled at you when you tried to hide behind your mother’s shoulder. You hadn’t even realized she was a doctor then, too busy counting the freckles on her shoulders when she laughed, the warm gold in her eyes. Your stomach twisted, heat crawling up your neck. Maybe it wouldn’t be her. Maybe it would be someone else with the same last name.

Maybe it didn’t matter, you told yourself while clutching your phone to your chest while you lay back down. Head up and staring at the ceiling as your cunt pulsing softly under the thin fabric of your shorts. It was just a check-up. Just to make sure you weren’t broken. Nothing more. You closed your eyes so you could sleep, but it kept replaying that experience in your mind. Like everything. How you bit your lip to keep from making a sound. How it burned when he pushed in. How it hurt more than it felt good, how you tried to pretend it didn’t. How you said it was okay. But you did all of that instead of saying shit. You let your legs shake through it. You just let yourself cry and gaslight yourself. It's normal because it’s the first time. That's what you said in your head right? Don’t forget how you convinced yourself that it wasn’t supposed to feel like that. So why does it keep hurting? You know that and maybe tomorrow, you'll get your answer.

And you will get it. Today. The day passed so fast because you’re already in the clinic before you even enjoy your sleep last night. The air in the clinic feels too clean. The air is cool against your bare legs while you sit in the waiting room with your knees pressed together. There’s the quiet blow of the air conditioner mixed with the sound of shuffling papers from the front desk. A scent of hand sanitizer is clinging to your nose with every breath you take. Your phone screen lights up in your hand, but you don’t open any notifications. Just let your thumb swipe over the glass again and again until your skin feels warm under your touch.

A dress felt like a good idea when you left the house. Easy to slip off. Easier to move in. Less pressure on your hips and the tender spot between your legs that still catches when you step wrong. It’s a pale color that makes you feel small, soft, like maybe it will make you look innocent enough that this will all be quick and easy. It shifts when you cross your legs and brush over your thighs. Keep reminding yourself that you’re still not comfortable. That the soreness hasn’t gone away yet.

There’s a soft ding sound from the front and the woman behind there looks up before calling your fake name. A polite smile is given to you when you walk over, but you can’t return it. Your cheeks are burning while you pull your dress down anxiously, and your sandals make a sound with each step you make on the clean tile floor. She doesn’t ask questions. She just checks something on the screen and asks you to sit for a moment and the doctor will see you soon.

You let the wait stretch around the clinic. Each second still feels heavy in your stomach, and your eyes keep darting to the fogged glass door that leads to the hallway. The coldness of the air conditioner doesn’t also help you. You are praying to everything that the Dr. Duncan they’re talking about is not Tashi Duncan. It should be just a coincidence. Just the same surname. But when the handle clicks, your breath stops. When she steps out in a coat with a clipboard in her hand, all you think is ‘Why is she the Dr. Duncan in front of you right now?’

She’s wearing light makeup and her skin glows under the clinic lights. The gold flecks catch in her brown eyes when she scans the room for a moment before her gaze passes over you. She looks back again and again. Lingering just a second too long before her lips curve into a soft smile. She calls your fake name, but it sounds strange in her mouth. It feels like it doesn’t fit there. Your stomach pulls into knots while you’re forcing yourself to get over it and stand up. Hands can’t rest so you pull it down again. Fingers brushing over the fabric so you can hide how your legs shake underneath.

Tashi turns before motioning for you to follow her. There’s the scent that smells so fresh and clean that drifts back while you’re trailing behind her into the hallway. The room she guides you into is big enough for whatever needs to be done inside. There’s a soft pink chair in the corner. You like how the counter looks neat and organized. It’s full of gloves, cotton swabs, small bottles of clear liquid, and a container for used instruments. There’s a fabric that covers the exam table, but she doesn’t instruct you to lie down there yet. She sets the clipboard down and sits on a stool. Her knees spread slightly to balance while she looks at you.

Her smile softens. It’s warm but edged with something careful. Something that says she knows exactly who you are. Fingers tap lightly on the clipboard, and she looks up. Her eyes are holding yours. “So, what brings you here today?” How will you answer this? What really brings you? Because you’re a nervous wreck? Because you don’t know if it’s normal? Because you might be overreacting? Before you open your mouth, it already feels dry like there’s sand on it. Teeth keep biting your cheek to feel a little comfort but you feel the opposite. Breath stuttering and glued down inside your body. Can’t even think or blurt out proper sentences without hands gripping and crumpling your dress. Eyes can’t rest and keep darting to the wall behind her.

“I… um. I had sex. For the first time. Yesterday.” Tashi doesn’t move, doesn’t even blink, just nods, her eyes calm, letting you continue. “It still hurts. I know it was supposed to hurt. Um. Like… The first push? But it still hurts now. It’s not bleeding, but it just… it doesn’t feel right.” You watch her shift and the stool creaks along with it. She reached forward and her forearms sat prettily on her thighs with her hands clasped closed together. Head tilt to the side while her hair relaxes as she focuses her attention on you.

“Does it hurt all the time? Or only when you move or go to the bathroom?” Your throat tightens as you swallow. Eyes flicking down to the floor. “When I move sometimes. And when I pee, a little.” Her nod is slow and reassuring. “Any itching, burning, or unusual discharge?” You shake your head quickly while quietly pulling the hem of your dress down again. “No. Just… sore.” She hummed. The only sound in the room is when she’s not asking something and when you’re not answering, as his fingers tap once against her knee.

Her eyes keep going down but she keeps catching the way your thighs press together before looking at your eyes again. “It’s actually good you follow your instinct to go to the clinic since it’s been worrying you,” Her voice is calm. It’s steady and low enough to make the small room feel smaller and warmer while you shift on your feet. She doesn’t break eye contact, she’s holding, and doesn’t let you lie and hide because she might know how messy you feel right now.

“I have more questions for you before we proceed looking at what might be the problem, is that alright?” You nod. A small and quick movement. Your heart is thumping so hard you can feel it in your cunt. A soft and dull pulse that makes you wince. Tashi notices, but her expression doesn’t change. “When was your last period?” You tell her, voice quiet, and she makes a small note on the clipboard. “Have you been on any birth control, or was it protected?” Your hands twist tighter in your dress, and you nod, adding, “Condom.”

Her nod matches yours, slow and calm. “Good. Any history of infections down there?” Her question brings more shame, but not bad shame, but maybe… Maybe you are just really embarrassed. You shake your head before answering, “None.” She writes it in her notes quickly before finally setting the clipboard aside, and she sits straight up. Placed her pen in the pocket of her coat before resting her hands on her thighs. “That’s all my questions for now, and I appreciate you being honest with me, consider… You know. Anyway, the check-up is just looking into if everything is healing the way it should and also if there is no other problem we need to worry about.”

Head bobbing up while you anxiously pick the loose threads on your dress. Breathing still heavy and letting out shaky exhales. “Okay.” Tashi’s smile stays the same before she stands up to reach for a small stack of gowns folded neatly on the counter. The fabric looks thin. Just like the basic ones you always see in the hospital and TV shows. It’s the blue one. She gives it to you when she turns around. “Here, put this on, open to the front. You can change behind the curtain over there. Just leave your dress and underwear on the chair, and let me know when you’re ready.”

Your hands are shaky when you take it from her. It’s worse because your breathing is still fucked. It catches in your throat when your skin touches for a few seconds. The fabric is cold against your finger, which must be because of the air conditioning here that made this gown feel this way. There's also a curtain in the corner of the room. It must be where you are supposed to change. The curtain is just a typical one but in a cream color that feels soft when it brushes against your shoulder when you go inside it. The rings above clink when you push them close around your body. The heart keeps beating and it seems the one down there is also in competition on the way it thumps too. It’s like some goddamn billboard propaganda in front of you that keeps reminding you how it feels sore. Fingers shake when you pull your dress above your body until it slips over your head and you put it in the chair beside you.

The bra wrapping around your body is suffocating against your chest but you leave it on because the only part she needs to see is down there. Your thumbs hook the side bands of your panties before pushing them down. The cold air immediately hits your skin, especially the mound of your pussy. The gown rustles when you put it on your body, the thin fabric brushes against your body, and the length is long enough to cover your knees. It gapes open in the front, and you clutch it shut with one hand while you step out from behind the curtain. Eyes under the bright light above the exam table.

Across where you are standing, Tashi is pulling a pair of gloves as she lines up a small packet on the tray. She also got a bottle of clear gel… You are sure that’s a lube but you can’t really tell since you never use one. You continue to watch her as she checks the seal before setting it down, her gloved fingers moving with practiced care. Tashi glances up when she realizes you’re already done and waiting for her. She scans over you for a moment before giving you a nod. “We don’t have to rush, okay’ You can take your time to breathe and just come to me. Lie down on the bed whenever you are ready.”

And you do. Feet walking like they have own their own life. The exam table is just what you expected. Comfortable and soft underneath our knees when you climb up. The fabric is soothing when the edge brushes against the backs of your thighs after you sit. You clutched the front of the gown tight around yourself when you settled there. The fabric is thin enough so the air is sneaking through it and you can feel the coldness inside. This makes your knees press together because of the shiver and the desire to hide yourself, but the gown shifts each time you move. It slips against your skin, reminding you how exposed you’re about to be.

Tashi rolls over on her stool, stopping a few inches away. She just stays still for a while like she’s having second thoughts about being your doctor as if she didn’t see you many times in your life. Her gloved hands are resting on her thighs while she looks up at you. Her eyes hold yours for a moment before she nods toward the table. “Go ahead and lie back for me. Alright, just gonna have a look, okay? We’ll take it slow.” Your legs feel like there’s added weight to them when you shift because it feels harder to do it. You slide down back until your shoulders meet the soft fabric. It feels comfortable under you. It clings to your skin where your thighs touch it too. The edge of the gown rubs against your skin when you clutch it tighter.

The heat head moves up until it reaches your neck and spreads all around your chest while the beat is hammering in your cunt. The soreness is pulsing when you shift your hips. She waits for you with calmness in her eyes. Just watching you get comfortable and settle before she goes closer. Her gloved hands creak softly when she adjusts her grip ok the edge of the table. “You’re doing good. Take a deep breath for me.” Tashi rolls closer on the stool, stopping just in front of the table while she looks at you. She’s steady and her eyes stay soft for you. Not even rushing because she can feel the embarrassment and nervousness coming from you. She just let you take a breath that shakes when it leaves your lips.

You can feel the cloth under you is getting warmer now which you prefer it that way. It feels soft where it presses against your thighs. This will be at the top of the pyramid of your most embarrassing experiences you do in life. It’s embarrassing to the point that even the edge of the gown just brushes against you when you shift, it's already making you uncomfortable and want to go six feet under. “Can you open your legs for me?” Her voice is gentle and softer than the cool air that moves across your skin. To the point it sinks into the quietness of the clinic while you shut yourself and swallow your shame. You can feel your body heating up while you open your legs for her slowly. The fabric of your gown slides down and it reveals your soft inner thighs and the pare skin that’s tender when it moves.

Your cunt feels exposed, the cool air brushing over your folds, making you clench around nothing when your legs settle open. “That’s it,” she mutters. She looked down for a second before quickly looking up like she didn’t just do that. Her eyes are now on your face and her hands are resting on her lap. She leans closer to take a closer look. You can smell the soft expensive scent from her soap that mixes with the sterile air. “Is it alright if I take a look?” she asks like it’s just confirming because she knows she needs to look for her to know what’s happening. Shaky breathing left your lips and fingers clutching anxiously at the gown tighter over your stomach before you gave her a nod. You look away because you might melt and cancel this if you hold her gaze. “Yeah,” you manage to say, your voice low. She leans forward, her eyes scanning down, looking carefully without touching yet. The soft hum of the lights above fills the room while she checks, her eyes tracing the lines of your slit, the puffy folds that still feel swollen, the small glisten where your slick has gathered without you meaning for it to.

“Thank you for letting me look,” she says softly before sitting back. You don’t know what's making you melt if you're honest. Her voice? Her words? Her look at you? Maybe it’s all the three. You feel her hands adjust on her own thighs while her thumbs tap before she glances back up at your face. “Would it be alright if I touched, just to see where it hurts?” That made your breath catch. Heat pools in your belly and spreads until it sends a pulse in your pussy. The soreness is still there but now it’s drowning in slickness and something warm. Legs shifting and opening a little more for her without meaning to. Like you don’t even know you are presenting yourself to her. The gown slips more to your thighs while you nod as an answer. Teeth caught on your lower lip before you managed to say, “Okay.”

“Let me know if anything hurts too much, or if you want to stop,” she assures you, and waits for you to nod or say something to her before she can proceed. Hand shifting and moving slowly until it came in front of your cunt. Just hovering above it and not touching. It might be some sort of magic but she feels your warmth from your skin reaching hers before she even can put her hand down directly to your pussy. She doesn’t know how, but maybe it’s just the tension that makes her feel it. The muscles in your thighs tighten when her she lowers her hand and her fingers brush lightly against your outer lip. There’s a soft gasp that slips from your lip. The touch is gentle. It’s not pushing. It’s just enough to feel the heat there.

“Does it hurt when I touch you here?” Her voice is calm when she asks you. Her fingers glide to the puffy lips of your pussy. Just tracing a line at the softness without pressing it forward. Your breath shakes and your bones feel tense with your hip shifts. Fingers slide over the spot that feels too sensitive at the moment. So the soreness flares before it goes back to the warm throb feeling. “A little,” you whisper. The word barely leaves your mouth.

She hums as an acknowledgement of your answer. A low sound that vibrates in the quiet room with her eyes still focused on your cunt while her fingers continue to work. It’s not heavy. It’s careful and light like she doesn’t want it to hurt. Just tracing the slick that is gathering at the edge of your folds.“And here?” she asks to check if you feel any discomfort with her fingers brushing higher. It’s closer to your clit but she’s not touching it yet. It’s like just skimming along the crease where your thigh meets your pussy. Legs twitching because of that and made you release a small whimper too before you could swallow it back to your throat. It also clenched again around nothing and she saw it happen.

“Nnngh- feels weird,” you let out a whimper you didn’t even realize it because you had to answer her. Your fingers were wrapped and gripping on the edge of the gown. It’s so hard that it gave the fabric wrinkles. “It’s okay,” Tashi assures you with her low and steady voice. She looks up for a few seconds just to check if you are doing okay there. It didn’t take long before he looked back away to move down to your body and watch how it reacts under her touch. “You’re doing good.” Her fingers move back down, sliding along your slit, pressing a little firmer without going inside, testing how your body moves under her hand.

The warmth of your cunt spreads around her gloved fingers, your hips lifting slightly when she reaches the most tender spot, the soreness biting for a second before it fades into that soft, warm throb again. “Tell me if it’s too much,” she says, her thumb brushing over the soft mound above your clit, not pressing, just resting there while her fingers trace the puffy lips of your pussy, exploring the shape of you under her hand.

Tashi moves close and the stool moves along with it. The sound of the wheels stopping as she settles much closer and her gloved fingers pause on your inner thighs. The heat of your flesh met the coldness from the latex as she takes a deep breath with her eyes focused but at the same time, she looks like she’s thinking about what she should do. At this point, the gown is not doing anything to cover your body and it leaves you open to her eyes. Folds still glisten under the light of the room each time your hips twitch. “Can you relax your legs a bit more for me?” she asks, her voice can already be considered a whisper how low and soft it is. Warmth rushes across your cheeks as your knees fall to the side wider for her.

She asks, her voice soft, just above a whisper. Heat rushes across your chest while your knees fall wider, thighs opening under her watchful eyes, the soft skin of your folds spreading a little more. The air hits the wetness gathered there, making your cunt clench around nothing, a small gasp leaving your lips. “Good, thank you.” Her eyes trace the shape of your slit before she lets her gloved hand move, fingers gently touching the outer lips, spreading them just enough to look.

The latex drags lightly over your folds, parting them, letting the softer, pinker skin inside catch the light. Slick gathers at the edge, coating her glove, a soft string breaking when her fingers pull back slightly. “I need to ask a few questions, okay?” Her tone stays calm, but her eyes lift to yours, waiting for your nod before she continues. “When you had sex, was it difficult for him to enter you?” Her eyes flicker down again, thumb brushing the edge of your mound, spreading your folds wider. Your throat feels dry, a flush creeping higher across your chest.

“Um,” you start, your voice too soft, so you swallow, blinking hard. “It took a while.” A soft hum leaves her, like she’s taking note. Her fingers slide down your slit, tracing where your slick clings. It stops just before your clit while letting you oak into the glove. “Was it painful the whole time, or did it get easier?” she asks as her fingertips brush the edges of your folds. She spreads them gently so she can see how you twitch under her touch. “It hurt,” you whisper in a tight voice. Your hips are shifting against the table and pussy is pulsing as her finger slides lower. “It was… sore the whole time.”

“Did you feel pressure, like it was too much?” Her voice is calm, but her eyes stay focused on your cunt. She watches the way you clench each time her fingers glide over the swollen skin. Your lips part, breath catching. “Yeah.” Her finger circles the opening without pushing in, testing how your folds part around her glove. “Did you feel him hitting deep inside, or was it more at the entrance?” she asks. Your face heated up before your eyes look away. Just staring at the ceiling while you try to find words. “More at the entrance,” you say, and voice small. Breath shaking when her finger drags across the spot that feels tender.

“Thank you for telling me,” she says softly. Her thumb brushes your inner thigh, grounding you as she looks back up for a moment, holding your gaze before she glances back down at your open, glistening cunt. “I need to check inside to see if there’s any tearing or swelling that didn’t go down.” Her hand lifts slightly hovering over your pussy. Your skin is heated, but not enough to feel the cool air between her glove and your slit. Don’t forget how your chest feels, as it makes it hard for you to breathe. Your legs are spreading a little more without thinking. Your cunt is pulsing with each quiet breath you take.

“Will it be okay if I put a finger in?” she asks while pretending this is all just a normal assessment. Her eyes are steady as she waits for your answer. Your throat bobs, and a soft, embarrassed sound slips out before you can swallow it down. The soreness between your thighs throbs, but the thought of her finger inside you sends a wave of heat down your belly. It’s pooling low that makes your hips twitch. “Okay,” is the only thing you can say and it’s just a very unsure quiet whisper. It’s barely louder than the air conditioner in this room but she managed to hear it. How can she be a doctor if she’s not going to listen to her patient, right? Tashi nods once before reaching for the small bottle of lube on the tray beside her. The cap clicks open with a soft pop. Clear gel glistening as it drips onto her glove, catching the light before it rolls down her palm.

“Thank you for letting me know,” she says as she rubs the lube between her fingers. The slick sounds fill the space before she brings her hand back down toward your open, waiting cunt. The lube glistens over Tashi’s gloved fingertips, dripping in a clear string before she rubs it in, coating her index and middle fingers until they shine under the bright lights. Her eyes stay on your pussy, the gown pushed so high it doesn’t even cover your hips anymore, your thighs trembling slightly with every breath you take.

“Let’s take this slow, okay?” Her voice is soft like she’s done this a thousand times. The way her eyes drag over your folds feels heavier than it should. Her thumb settles near the top of your slit before. Pressing down just enough to expose your clit. The hood pulls back as the cool air rushes over the sensitive spot. The sudden contact makes your hips twitch. One embarrassing sound leaves your throat. “Shh, it’s okay,” she assures you, but the smirk forming in her mouth says otherwise. It didn’t stay long on her face, though.

She thumbs your clit lightly and softly. It’s careful and gentle circles. Just testing how you react. The friction is soft but direct, making the tightness in your belly pull tighter as your cunt clenches, wetness gathering at your opening, dripping onto the fabric beneath you. “Does that feel sore, or just sensitive?” Her voice stays calm, as if she’s just taking notes, her thumb circling again, pressing a little more firmly, making your back arch off the table. Your breath leaves you shaky. “Sensitive,” you whisper with your face hot. Hands gripping the edge of the gown to keep them from flying to cover yourself.

“That’s normal,” she says as her thumb flicks a little faster. It drags slick across your clit as it swells under her touch. “Your body is just responding.” A soft breathy noise slips from your lips. The rising of your neck. “It’s… too much,” you say. Hips shifting as you try to keep still, but her thumb just keeps moving. Continuing to spread your slick higher across your folds. “It’s alright.” Her tone is even, but her eyes stay focused on how your pussy glistens each time her thumb drags over your clit. She watches the way your cunt twitches with each pass.

“You’re doing good.” Her other hand lifts, lube glistening as she holds her finger just over your opening, letting a drop drip down onto your slit, the coolness making your thighs jump. She rubs it in with her thumb, smearing it over your clit one last time before she shifts lower. “Does your mother know you’re here?” she asks like she’s gauging for a reaction. Her voice is casual, the one she uses when you both see each other at gatherings. The question makes your eyes snap open. Your throat catches your breath, and you are not letting it get out. Your lips part, but nothing comes out for a second. Heat floods your face, your chest rising, and falling too quickly as you try to find your voice.

“No,” you whisper before your gaze darts away. “I figured,” she says, thumb pressing gently against your inner thigh, keeping you open. “It’s okay. It’s good you came in to get checked.” She tests the water by her finger circling at your opening. She gathers the mixed lube with slick and she pauses to look up at you. Just waiting for you to notice she’s looking at you before she speaks. “I’m going to put one finger inside of you, and I’ll be gentle. Tell me if it hurts, okay?”

The words feel heavy. It sinks into the quiet between the soft sounds of your breathing and the wetness gathering at your cunt. Your thighs tremble. Hips pressing down into the table as your body betrays the nerves swirling in your chest. “Okay,” you said to her like you are giving control to her over your body. It’s barely louder than a breath. She nods once, her eyes dropping back to your pussy as she presses her fingertip against your entrance. The lube makes it easy for her to slide in slowly, and the stretch makes your walls flutter around her as she pushes deeper to test how much you can take.

“That’s it,” she says quietly, watching the way your folds cling to her glove, the way your cunt pulls her finger in as she sinks it deeper, pausing halfway to let you breathe. A soft, choked sound leaves your lips, your hips lifting slightly as your pussy clenches around her finger, the wetness making everything louder, slick sounds filling the small space as she holds still. “Doing good,” she says, her voice calm, pretending it’s just another exam as her thumb shifts back up, brushing lightly over your clit while her finger curls gently inside, checking for the tenderness you told her about.

Your breath breaks, hips twitching again, the heat in your belly curling tighter while your pussy throbs around her finger, clit pulsing each time her thumb brushes over it, making you clamp down on her finger before you can stop yourself. “It’s normal,” she says with her thumb moving again. It’s circling your clit softly as her finger curls just enough to press against that tender spot inside. “Your body’s just responding, that’s all.” Tashi pushes her finger in deeper, the slow stretch making your pussy flutter around her glove, walls tightening before you can stop it.

The lube makes it easy for her to slide in fully, her palm pressing against your mound as her thumb settles back over your clit, rubbing it in small, careful circles. A soft, choked sound slips from your lips. “Nnngh-” Your hips lift off the table, thighs trembling as her finger curls inside, pressing along your walls, testing how you react with each small movement. The wet sounds fill the room, slick dripping down to the fabric beneath you.

“Breathe,” she says softly. Her thumb is dragging over your clit. She’s pressing down just enough to make you gasp again. Her eyes stay focused on your cunt to watch the way your folds cling to her finger, and how your clit twitches under her touch. She starts a slow rhythm. Finger dragging out before sliding back in, and curling just a little deeper each time. The pressure inside builds in waves that make your thighs shake. The warmth in your belly is tightening with each stroke.

“Do you touch yourself?” she asks like she’s just checking another box on a form. Your breath stutters. The question hits harder than it should as heat rises up your neck. “I-” Your voice breaks, so you swallow, blinking up at the ceiling. “Only did it… twice.” Her thumb circles your clit again, pressing softly as her finger pushes in deeper, the heel of her palm brushing against your mound with each slow thrust. “Only twice?” Your hips twitch and press down against her hand even as your mind screams at you to stop.

“I didn’t… try again,” you whisper. It’s clearly evident how embarrassed you feel and it burns in your chest. “That’s alright,” she says as she continues to flick and rub lightly at your clit. The small motion sends a shock through your body. It’s making your pussy clench hard around her finger. “It’s normal to be curious.” A small broken moan escapes your throat with your thighs clamping shut around her hand as your cunt throbs around her finger. The pressure inside building too quickly. “Ah- mmn-”

“Easy,” she says, her voice still soft, her free hand pressing against your thigh, gently urging you to open again. “I need to keep checking you, okay? Just relax for me.” Your legs hesitate. You are holding tight around her wrist for a moment before you force them to fall open again. The cool air rushes over your slick folds as her finger curls inside. She’s pressing against a spot that makes your hips jolt. “That’s it,” she says, pressing her thumb against your clit again to rub in slow circles as her finger moves deeper. The wet, soft sounds fill the small room each time your pussy clenches down around her.

A small breathy whimper slips out. “Mmf-” Her eyes never leaving the way your folds spread open around her glove, your slit glistening under the bright lights. “Just like that,” she says, her voice steady. “Your body is just responding. It’s completely normal.” Her finger drags out slowly before pushing back in, thumb pressing down against your clit each time her hand rocks forward, sending heat pooling low in your belly. Your breaths come in soft, shaky gasps, hips rolling without you meaning to, chasing the friction each time her thumb circles your clit, each time her finger pushes in deep.

“Hah- ahhn-” Your hand flies to your mouth, trying to muffle the soft, needy sounds spilling out, but it only makes the heat in your cheeks burn hotter. “It’s alright,” she says, her voice calm, thumb pressing down a little firmer as her finger curls inside, pressing against the spot that makes your pussy clamp down again, the slick sounds louder as wetness gathers around her glove. “This is just part of the exam.” Wet sounds fill the room each time her finger sinks back in, her thumb circling your clit just enough to keep your hips moving against her hand. Heat builds in your lower belly as each slow drag of her glove inside makes your thighs tense.

Moan slips out when her finger curls to press against a spot that sends a wave of pressure up your spine. You clamp your hand over your mouth to try to swallow the next sound, but it still leaks out as a muffled “mmf- ngh-” Her voice cuts through the quiet. “Did he use his fingers on you before you had sex?” Your eyes snap open, heat flooding your cheeks. “Um-” Her thumb sliding down to press lower, almost touching your opening before gliding back up to your clit. “It’s okay,” she says.

Her finger drags out, slow, almost to the tip, before sliding back in, making your pussy throb around her glove. “I… I don’t think so,” you manage to whisper, staring at the ceiling, trying not to look at her, your hips still rocking down, chasing the friction even though you’re too embarrassed to stop. “Hmm.” She hums softly, thumb rubbing a slow circle over your clit while her finger presses deeper. “Sometimes it helps to prepare you, so it doesn’t hurt as much.” Your lips part, another soft whine slipping out as your walls flutter around her finger. “Nnn- ah-”

“Did he go slow, or did he just… push in?” she asks, her voice staying calm, as if this is a normal part of the check-up. Your thighs tremble, the warmth pooling between your legs turning heavier, thicker, each small touch making your cunt clench down around her finger. “I- I don’t know, it hurt.” She nods, her eyes fixed on the way your folds spread around her glove, watching how slick they gathers at the edges, dripping down to the fabric beneath you. Her thumb presses a little harder against your clit, dragging in a slow circle that makes your hips jerk.

“That’s alright,” she says, her finger curling inside, pressing again against the spot that makes your breath catch. A soft, shocked gasp leaves your throat, your thighs starting to close around her wrist as the pressure inside you builds, each movement of her thumb making it harder to keep quiet. “It’s okay, I just need to check a bit deeper,” she says, and before you can register it, another finger presses against your entrance, the cool lube making it slide in easily, stretching you wider.

A high, breathy moan tears out, “Ah- nghh-” Your hips jump. “Does it hurt?” she asks, her tone steady, eyes flicking up to watch your face while her fingers sink in fully, spreading you around them. A wave of heat floods your chest, your pussy pulsing around the stretch. “N-no,” you breathe out, the word catching as her thumb rubs over your clit again, the added pressure making your back arch. “Good,” she murmurs as her fingers move in a slow rhythm. Keep dragging out before pushing back in. Her thumb is keeping a steady pressure on your clit as she works you open.

Wet sounds mix with your quiet breathy whimpers. The table crinkles under your shifting hips each time her fingers curl. It’s pressing against that tender spot inside of you that makes your thighs tremble. Hand gripping hard at the edge of the table, which makes your knuckles white. On the other hand, your mouth is covered to muffle the soft, helpless sounds spilling out as your cunt tightens around her fingers. Slick dripping down with each slow thrust. “Relax your legs for me,” she says with her thumb brushing over your clit. It’s making your hips twitch.

It’s hard to keep them open, especially when your thighs instinctively try to close around her wrist as your body tenses. You feel it deep, and it’s new to you, considering you only did it a few times. It’s overwhelming with the way she presses and how her thumb keeps resisting your clit. “I need you to stay open so I can check properly,” she murmurs calmly but her fingers didn’t stop. You can hear the wet sounds come from you as she keeps sliding it in and out. The pressure is building in your stomach and is so close to bursting. Breathing comes in short and soft pants with your thighs shaking. You really try your best to keep them open but they keep closing. The beating below just keeps getting worse because her thumb circles your clit with each slow thrust of her fingers.

“Mm- ah- mmph-” The sounds slip out no matter how hard you try to stay quiet, your eyes squeezing shut as the wave inside you keeps climbing, your pussy clenching around her fingers, slick making it easier for her to keep moving, each small movement sending sparks of pleasure through your lower belly. Tashi’s fingers keep moving inside. It’s slow and steady and pressing deep each time they sink in. Her thumb circles your clit and rubs just enough to keep the tension building. The heat low in your belly grows thicker and heavier, until it feels like you can’t hold it in anymore.

Wet sounds fill the room. It mixes with your soft, helpless whimpers each time your hips rock down. You’re chasing the friction even as embarrassment burns across your chest. “Hah- ngh- mmph-” The sounds slip out as your hand clamps over your mouth. Your eyes squeeze shut while your pussy continues to suck her fingers in. The wetness between your legs is just an advantage for her to easily push it in deeper and hit the spot that will make your thighs shake.

“It’s alright,” she talks you through it while her thumb continues to circle in a way that makes your back arch. Your hips twitching as the pressure builds, your body trembling, your toes curl. The warmth flooding your cheeks as your pussy pulsing around her fingers and breath coming out in short shaky pants. The wave inside you climbs higher and pushes until it breaks all at once. A soft, broken cry tears out from behind your hand. “Nn- ah- ahhnn- !”

Your legs clamp shut around her wrist to trap her hand there while your cunt tightens. Pulsing hard around her fingers as slick drips out and wetting your thighs and her glove. Your body shakes even every nerve alive as the orgasm rushes through you. The feeling leaves you gasping moaning mess as your hips grind down against her hand. You’re chasing every last drop. You can’t look at her because your hands are covering your face. Doing that to try to quiet the sounds, but your body keeps trembling. Thighs pressed tight together and keeping her fingers inside as your pussy flutters around them.

“Shhh,” she says softly with her fingers stilling. She lets you ride it out while you hide your face and breath catching with each small aftershock. Shame crawls up your spine as the guilt is heavy in your chest and your legs stay locked around her wrist. It’s trapping her there. “I’m- I’m sorry-” The words break. Muffled behind your hands and eyes squeezed shut, too humiliated to look at her. Tashi’s voice stays calm and almost gentle. “It’s okay. You’re not the first one this happened to, and you won’t be the last.”

That caught you off guard especially how she said it. It makes your breath stutter as your thighs are still trembling. Cunt pulsing weakly around her gloved fingers. Wetness is dripping down on the fabric under you. “It’s normal,” she says in a soft voice. Her thumb brushes lightly over your thigh. She pulls her fingers out carefully while you keep your face covered, your body still shaking, the slick from your cunt coating her glove, shining under the light. The sound of the glove stretching as she moves fills the quiet room. She glances at the mess coating her glove, lifting it to her mouth when she knows you’re too busy hiding to see.

Her tongue drags over the slick latex that makes her eyes half-lidded for a moment as she tastes it. The faint salt and sweetness mix on her tongue before she licks it clean. It’s slow. She’s savoring it before pulling the glove off and tossing it into the bin. Your legs stay shut tight, face still hidden, and breath coming out in shaky huffs. Tashi’s hands find your knees, prying them open again with calm pressure. She looks down at your pussy and can see the the folds puffy and glistening. It’s still twitching softly under the light.

“See?” she says. Her voice is low but clear as her eyes watch the slow drip of slick from your swollen cunt. “Nothing’s wrong. Everything looks healthy.” Your face stays hidden behind your hands, breath still shaky while your legs remain open, the gown bunched around your waist. Slick drips down your folds. Sticking to your thighs. It’s like a warm, and humiliating reminder of what just happened. A soft rustle comes from beside you as Tashi grabs a few tissues. The sound of the box crinkling in her hand.

She moves closer with her hand brushing your knee. Pausing for a moment before she starts wiping between your thighs. “It’s okay,” she says calmly as if she’s done this a hundred times. The tissue drags across your pussy. Warm wetness smears before it’s cleaned away. Each swipe is careful, and slow. She’s making sure to catch every drop. “You’re alright.” The touch is gentle, but it makes your cunt twitch. Your breath catches in your throat as she cleans around your folds. She continues wiping the mess off your skin.

Heat surrounds your neck like a collar while you squeeze your eyes tighter. You try not to let out any more sounds. “You did good,” she says quietly before folding the tissue and reaching to clean the last bit of slick pooling near your slit before dropping it in the trash. You stay frozen, face still hidden, and your thighs pressing together once she’s done. She lets you close your legs. Her hand is giving your knee a small squeeze. Heat still burns in your face while your legs stay open. The gown pushed up around your waist while leaving your cunt sticky and swollen under the light. “If the pain continues, message me, okay?” Her voice drops softer, almost warm, a small smile in it you can’t see. “Or call me. I’ll take care of you.”

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