“Would you like for me to walk you through the exam first?” he asks when he sees how nervous I’ve suddenly become.
“No, I know what you’re going to do, it's just… shit. Nevermind,” I sigh. He turns from grabbing gloves and narrows his eyes for a fraction of a second.
“Luna,” he starts to say.
“It’s just that I have piercings and uhm… well…”
“I understand,” he says kindly. “I’ll be easy on you.”
I stare at him, not knowing how to respond as he continues to set up for the exam. When he’s done, he has me lay back.
“Okay, just bring your feet up to the stirrups and let your knees fall apart,” he says. I do as he says and try not to think about him or my books. “Scoot down just a little for me… perfect. Speculum first but tell me if anything hurts.”
“Kay,” I whisper.
The thing about these piercings is that they make me super fucking sensitive. It doesn’t do that for everyone, and I didn’t evenget it for that reason. I think it’s supposed to be like a pseudo-treatment. It’s more about reclaiming your body. I’ve read that it’s a part of certain forms of acupuncture that can be helpful, but it just depends on who you talk to. There’s not much medical research to back it up.
When he opens the speculum a wave of weird pain and pleasure immediately sweeps over me, and I bite back a groan. Female doctors that I have had have never commented on my reactions. I don’t know why I think he would be any different. There’s just something different about accidentally having an orgasm around a woman than a man. A man that I also think is fucking gorgeous.
“Just the swab,” he says. I have my palms pressed to my forehead, trying to calm down.
“Are you sexually active?” he asks.
“No,” I say quietly.
“Do you want me to test you for STIs?”
“No. I’ve been tested since then,” I reply.
“Okay,” he says. “Luna, I’m going to be blunt with you here…”
“Oh no,” I sigh. He takes the speculum out, but I know he’s not done.
“You have a few cysts on your cervix. They’re not large and I don’t think they could be cancerous but considering your family history, i’d like to do a biopsy to make sure,” he says carefully. “They’re likely Nabothian cysts and usually I won’t even mention them, but I also don’t like to leave room for the what-if.”
“Fuck,” I say, running my hands down my face.
“Like I said, I don’t think you have anything to worry about, but I want to make sure,” he says. “It requires a biopsy, but I can do it at the same time as your surgery.”
“Alright. I feel like you’re trying to make sure I don’t have a panic attack in your office, but okay.”
“I understand, but if I thought it was bad, I would tell you,”He says before patting my knee. “One last thing and we will be done. You’ll feel some pressure but let me know if it hurts, alright?”
“Okay.”
“Just relax, Luna,” he says softly.
“Easy for you to say,” I grumble, and he chuckles.
I close my eyes and try to slow my breathing. I’ve had this hurt, but I’ve also accidentally had an orgasm. The moment he starts to push two fingers inside of me, I know where this is headed. The piercing is overly sensitive today and I’m not in pain now.
“Am I hurting you?” he asks. I shake my head because I’m trying to not make it so obvious what he is accidentally doing to me. I make the mistake of opening my eyes, and I see that he is watching me closely. He presses down on my lower belly while pressing up with his fingers. I know this is a normal thing they do, the way he’s looking at me is different.
The combination of sensations mixes, and it feels so fucking good. Too good, in fact. He shifts his fingers and presses up again. My body instantly responds by sending an orgasm rolling through me. “No, no, no,” I say with a whine that quickly and unexpectedly turns into a moan. I slap my hand over my mouthas something louder spills out of me. My back involuntarily arches off the bed and I twist slightly as my entire body tenses up.
My body relaxes when he pulls his fingers out of me, and I’m too fucking stunned to say anything. He takes a step back to throw away his gloves, and I quickly sit up, contemplating throwing myself out of the window. It wouldn’t be so bad if he didn’t look so fucking delighted. It’s probably not every day his patient accidentally comes on his hand.
“Okay, Luna,” he says. “I’ll have them get you scheduled for a pre-op appointment and surgery at the first available. That should be in the next week or two.”