I was taken aback when she walked in. OMG, f-ing seriously? I didn’t care about old Doc Parker seeing me in nothing but a paper gown – he’d seen me since I was a little girl and it never really bothered me, but I immediately felt butterflies in my stomach – felt nervous and shy, a little embarrassed in nothing but my little white lace boyshort panties and a paper examination gown, sitting there on the table. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her – I knew I was staring – I knew I wasn’t that much of a woman yet – still almost just a girl – Our hair was almost identical, but after that, nothing else – she had the perfectly amble breasts and here I was without my padded push-up bra, just my barely A cups natural under nothing but paper – she had womanly curves at her hips, long slender legs and I still felt like a board when I looked at myself in the mirror. She had to have been at least twice my age – 36 at least to my 18, though she was definitely a young and hot mid thirties. OMG – she was just the MILF I fantasized about at night in the dark, hand down the front of my panties, hand doing you know what. “Hi, Monica, I’m Doctor Kate. Doctor Parker is out sick today so I am seeing his patients. How are you feeling?” Her eyes were so beautiful, her face so defined and gorgeous - the kind of gorgeous that lit up a room and turned heads. “OK, I guess,” was all I managed to muster through my stare and nervous, cracking voice. “That is good,” she smiled. “So, just a routine check-up?” she asked. I nodded. “OK, great. I’ll let the nurse do the bloodwork after I leave and we’ll refer you out to a gyno as well, unless you already are seeing one?” I nodded yes. “Doctor Sanchez, my mom’s doctor. I see her regularly.” She smiled and nodded, “That is good. It’s always smart to get checked out, no matter how young you are.” She walked over towards me – I got even more nervous the closer she got. I almost felt myself tremble. “Little nervous?” she asked. “It’s perfectly normal. Don’t you worry about it at all.” I nodded again. “I am going to check your spine first – make sure there are no abnormalities. Will you stand up and turn around for me?” I slid off the table, onto the floor and turned around. “I am going to open up the back of your gown here and run my fingers up and down your spine, OK?” I nodded again. My nervousness quickly gave way to another feeling as I felt her hands open up the ties on the gown, spread it apart, and start to run her soft fingers up and down my spine. “So, Monica, any regular medications? Birth control?” I was biting my bottom lip a little at her touch and couldn’t help but breathe out a little sigh as I answered, “No, nothing.” “Really?” she asked, a genuinely surprised tone in her voice. “A beautiful girl like you must have a boyfriend. I hope you’re taking the necessary precautions. Always better to be safe.” I nodded as I felt her fingers leave my spine and pull the gown back together. “Um,” I muttered. “No, no boyfriend. I’m, um, I’m not really into…guys.” She reached up and put a hand on each of my shoulders and pushed and pulled indicating that she wanted me to turn around. I looked straight at the ground, afraid to look at her. Why in the world did I just say that to her?! Shit, what if she tells my mom?! “It is OK, Monica. I’m not really into guys either, so I understand.” My heart started to race. Did she just say that?! “OK, hun,” Doctor Kate said, acting as if she had not just said what she said, “now I am going to pull the top of your gown down off your shoulders a bit so I can listen to your heart, OK. The stethoscope might be a little cold, but I’ll go quick.” She reached up to the neckline of the gown and I couldn’t help but look right into her eyes as she gently pulled the gown down, stopping just before it was about to expose my nipples. “Now, don’t you worry, Monica, anything you tell me stays between you and me, OK?” I was lost in her eyes. “So, you’re, um...” I started to ask. “Sweetie,” she said to me in a comforting voice, “I could see how nervious you got when you said that, but you’re 18 now, so that is between me and you, OK?” I nodded breathing a bit of a sigh of relief. “Besides, I didn’t come out to my family until I was almost 30, so I understand what it is like to be carrying around that secret.” She said it so matter-of-factly, so casually. Did it really get to be that little of a deal some day? “So, you’re, um…” I muttered again. “Yes, hun,” she said, nodding, still smiling, still looking into my eyes, “a lesbian. All my life.” I don’t know what came over me – I don’t know why I did it, other than the fact that I could just not help myself. Maybe it was a leap of faith, maybe it was because she was being so nice, maybe it was because she was so beautiful, but without a word, I leaned forward, my eyes never leaving hers, and went for it. I pressed my lips against hers with all the passion I could muster, all the experience that I had, which wasn’t much, hoping my kiss would be at least somewhere close to the type of kiss she was used to. Even as my lips pressed against hers, as I felt her softness, felt her lip gloss, tasted just faintly and smelled so strongly its fragrance, I thought to myself, OMG, what are you doing, Monica?! It was about two or three seconds – the longest of my life – that I was pressed against her lips, my eyes still looking into hers while her eyes were wide with surprise, her lips frozen, her frame too caught off guard to even take a breath – but then…then all of the sudden, her eyes closed, I felt her push back against me, felt her lips return the kiss, gently parting a little as she turned her head to the side and I felt her tongue gently make its way to mine. Her right hand immediately cupped the back of my neck and the left pulled me close into her, my little A cups pressing against her beautiful, large, womanly breasts. What an amazing kiss! What passion! What power she had in her lips! Before I could even fathom the ramifications of how embarrassing it would have been for me had she not returned my kiss, she had moved her hands behind me, cupped my ass cheeks and helped me back up to a sitting position on the examination table. In one motion, I spread my legs and she was pressed against me, my legs wrapping behind her, her arms holding me, our lips never parting. My instincts just took over – my hands opened her white coat, then one began to massage her breast through her silky burgundy top and the other went straight for the hemline of her short black skirt, quickly finding its way to the warmth of her nylon little panties, my arm brushing against the lace tops of her stocking and what felt like actual garter belt straps! Wow, actual real lingerie, like a real, actual woman! My mind was aflutter, my hands doing things I would never have imagined when she had walked in the room just a few minutes earlier. As I fidgeted a little with her panties, trying to move them over out of my way, I felt her hands reach up to the neckline of my paper gown and pull it away from my body. It was such a forceful motion, literally ripping the paper gown off of me. Her lips were still locked with mine as her arm flung the paper gown behind her. Then, she opened her eyes and I felt her pull away from the kiss. Worry for a second, but then understanding as her hands gently pushed on my shoulders and I leaned back, finally laying back on the table. She was so deliberate, so almost forceful, yet somehow gentle with her touch. I’d never been with a woman before – not like this – not like the girls at school – such smooth movement, no talking, just raw passion. In one motion, her face moved down the length of my upper body, her arms went under the back of my thighs and her lips began to gently kiss me through the white lace of my little boyshort panties. I looked down in amazement, almost stunned by how quickly this was all happening, only to find her beautiful eyes once again looking up at me, her lips moving quickly back and forth between her kissing my panties and making the biggest, most beautiful smile that I had ever seen. It wasn’t long before she yanked those boyshort panties to the side, literally ripping them at the seams a bit, and I was so overcome with ecstasy that I had to close my eyes, lay my head back and just enjoy the feeling as her tongue finally met with my wet, waiting lips...
