Chapter 1

Alex Hamilton parked the car at the medical pavilion and subtly patted the hand of his wife, Lori, before they opened their doors. Fourteen-year-old Marcie climbed from the back seat and joined her parents as they walked to the front door of the Medical Arts Building.

Marcie was nervous, even though her mother had tried to reassure her the night before with a gentle description of what would happen on her first visit to the gynecologist.

Nonetheless, Marcie was bashful by nature and sexually inexperienced beyond some guilty self-pleasure. She’d never made out with a boy, much less been naked with one. Her health class had discussed enough sex basics for her to realize how little she understood. She’d seen porn on the Internet, but she’d always rushed to close the browser window when sexy feelings and her guilt became too intense.

After watching a video of a woman masturbating, the girl discovered how to pleasure her secret place. In the privacy of her bedroom, her fingers stroked her little bud and produced countless orgasms. Like most teenagers, though, she was stealthy in her explorations and would have been mortified for anyone to know.

By any measure, she was beautiful in an All-American way. Dark green eyes and a ready smile could melt steel. She kept her brown hair cut short in a boyish style. Her breasts had begun to develop, and she proudly wore an A-cup bra. A snug pair of jeans or shorts could show her firm bottom to great advantage. And she’d turned plenty of heads at the swimming club last year when she wore her bikini.

Inside her bikini, her pussy sported a tiny tuft of fine hair that began to sprout about a year earlier.

None of this was on her mind, though. Her heart pounded while she walked with her parents to the elevator. Alex punched the button for the fifth floor. Her nerves were on edge at the prospect of the doctor examining her intimate places. It was all she could think about, and she was almost trembling.

The arrival at Dr. Johnson’s office was routine ... check-in, insurance and paperwork. And more paperwork. Her mother helped her fill out the forms in the waiting room while her father browsed his iPhone.

After a short wait that seemed too long to Marcie, her name was called. She’d decided last night to go back alone and let her parents wait out front. “Remember, text me if you need me,” Lori reassured and blew a kiss as Marcie turned to walk with the nurse.

“I’m Ms. Blaylock,” the young nurse said, extending her hand.

“Hi, I’m Marcie Hamilton,” the girl said before realizing the the nurse already knew her name.

They stopped in the hall to check Marcie’s height and weight. Then it was into a large examining room that felt more warm and inviting than her usual doctor’s office. The walls were a tasteful combination of paneling and wallpaper in soft colors, and the warm lighting was subdued. Several armchairs worthy of a living room were against the walls.

There was no ignoring, however, the full-fledged gynecological exam table in the middle with all of its medieval implications, no matter the modern features intended to soften its presence. Marcie felt a shiver down her spine.

Nurse Blaylock escorted Marcie to a dressing cubicle in the corner. “Take off your clothes; you can hang them here,” she said with a gesture to a hat tree with some clothes hangers.

“And take off everything. Some girls try to be modest and keep their panties on, but there’s no point. That’s exactly where he’s going to look, so you might as well accept it.” the nurse said evenly.

Marcie shuddered, even though the room was a comfortable 74 degrees. She was approaching the moment of truth that she was so deeply dreading.

Nurse Blaylock handed her one of the infamous paper gowns that physicians seem to buy by the trainload. “The opening goes in the back,” she instructed, “so that you’ll be totally covered in front. Come out and sit down when you’ve got it on. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

The nurse exited and closed the door. The nervous 14-year-old took a deep breath and began removing her clothes. She blushed a little while unsnapping her bra to expose her little titties. And took a big gulp before pushing her white cotton panties to the floor. She couldn’t help but pause to admire herself in the full-length mirror.

She hurriedly unfolded the gown, briefly puzzled by its design. She figured it out quickly, though, because she was desperate to cover her nudity.

She peeked around the corner to confirm the room was empty and then slid into the nearest chair, locking her knees together and pressing the gown into her lap in a desperate bid to protect her modesty. Her heart pounded.

A light tap on the door startled her, but she exhaled with relief when Nurse Blaylock’s smiling face appeared in the opening.

“Oh, good,” the nurse said when she saw Marcie. “This is going to be easy peasy, honey, if you keep following instructions. OK, it’s time to get up in the chair.”

The nurse guided Marcie to the foot of the table and helped her sit on the edge. “Scoot back,” she said, and Marcie lifted her bottom when it wouldn’t slide.

“OK, lie back and relax.”

Even reclined, though, she was still mostly upright because of the way the table was positioned. “Now, we’re going to put your legs up here,” she said, gesturing to padded leg rests.

The nurse leaned down and lifted a leg. As she lifted the second, Marcie closed her eyes and tried to forget what was happening. The gown theoretically covered her front, but she knew her sex was open beneath the garment.

With her eyes closed, the virgin didn’t see the nurse reach for a wide nylon strap and wrap it around Marcie’s left calf before securing it with velcro. By the time Marcie’s eyes flashed open, Nurse Blaylock was already moving a strap into position on the right leg. She fastened it before Marcie could react.

“What are you doing?” Marcie exclaimed.

“This is standard procedure,” the nurse assured her. “It’s more comfortable for you in the long run, and it’s safer for the doctor,” an explanation that unsettled Marcie further as she imagined a stranger between her legs.

The nurse turned to the counter and made some notes on the girl’s chart. Turning around, she smoothly reached beneath Marcie’s right arm for another strap. Using her spare hand, she pinned Marcie’s arm while smoothly closing the velcro.

“I’m not sure about this,” Marcie said with foreboding in her voice. She tried to reach with her free hand, but the experienced Nurse Blaylock intercepted her.

“We always do this to first timers,” the nurse said. “None of us know how you might react, including you. You’ll be more safe and comfortable; trust me.”

Before the shocked, innocent girl could muster a defense, her final limb was restrained, and her heart raced faster than a speeding bullet. Testing her bonds, she twisted her torso, but it was all the movement she could muster. She was confined.

Her Mom! Her cell phone! Oh, no. She’d left it in the dressing cubicle. She couldn’t text her Mom. Oh, horrors!

The nurse turned and made more notes in the chart. Heading to the door, Nurse Blaylock said, “the doctor will be here in a minute.”

As the nurse left the room, Marcie realized the position of the exam table left her private region completely exposed to the hallway when the door was open. Before Nurse Blaylock could close the door, another nurse walked down the hall and glanced in at the trembling virgin. Marcie could tell that the nurse never saw her face; the nurse just looked between her legs.

The girl was mortified and prayed to shrink into the table after the door was closed and she was alone.

Minutes passed, and Nurse Blaylock tapped on the door and stuck her head in before opening it wider. Marcie thought she would die. Her parents were standing there. The nurse escorted them into the room and gestured toward two chairs near the door. “You can sit here.”

Her Mom and Dad had a perfect, eye-level view of her virgin treasure framed by her splayed legs, a site they hadn’t seen since she began bathing and dressing herself. Marcie blushed a deep red, closed her eyes and futilely prayed to be taken to heaven immediately.

“How are you doing?” her mother said softly.

Oh, God. What a question. “How do you think I’m doing mother. When are you going to release me?” she cried.

“Not yet, honey. You haven’t even been treated by the doctor, honey. It will be over soon.”

“But why are you here? You said you’d stay out.”

“The doctor’s staff insisted that since it’s your first time, the doctor would like to be able to talk to us as he examines you.”

“Mom, please, please, please. Please let me loose.”

“No, honey,” her father spoke firmly. “You must go through with this.”

The nurse was silent as Marcie’s parents denied her entreaties, but then she came to Marcie’s side with a clipboard.

“OK, I have some more medical questions now. Have you smoked cigarettes?”

“No.”

“Smart move. Have you had alcoholic beverages?”

“Mom and Dad let me have a few sips of wine at home sometime.”

“Nothing else?”

“No.”

“How about street drugs like marijuana or pills?”

“Never,” Marcie said indignantly.

“Good.”

“Now, let’s talk about your sexual practices.”

Marcie died another thousand deaths.

“When did you start masturbating?”

Marcie was taken aback by the premise of the question. She wasn’t being given a chance to deny that she played with her pussy. The nurse just assumed that she did.

“About two years ago,” she murmured after a long pause to muster her courage.

“I’m sorry, did you say two years ago?” the nurse said loud enough for her parents to hear.

“Yes.”

“Please speak up. Do you usually have an orgasm when you masturbate?”

Marcie’s throat clenched, and she couldn’t speak for a moment. “Yes.”

“And do you just use your fingers or do you have any sex toys?”

Marcie’s face was bright red. “My fingers.”

“That will probably change soon. How often do you masturbate?”

Marcie knew she wouldn’t be able to answer this one. She lay there in silence, the circuits of her mind overloaded by the question. After a long pause, she stammered, “a few times a week.”

“Every day?”

“Yes,” she said softly.

“More than once a day?”

“Sometimes.”

“Have you ever put anything in your vagina besides a tampon?”

“No.”

“Not even a finger?”

“Well, yes, I’ve done that.”

“How far?”

My God, was there no end to this? “Not far; it wouldn’t go in far,”

Marcie couldn’t believe she was having to spill her entire sexual history, limited as it might be, in front of her parents. And having to do so while they could clearly stare at her exposed genitals as they sat at the foot of the exam table.

Her crease was showing signs of moisture. Marcie didn’t realize it because she was focused on the nurse, but her parents did.

“Now, how about boys. Have you had sex with a male?”

Finally, an easy one. Marcie had hardly dated and only once experienced a chaste goodbye kiss. “No.”

“How about oral sex or mutual masturbation? Those are sexual relations, too.”

“No,” she said, relieved that she had another answer that wasn’t embarrassing. Marcie had never seen a penis in real life.

“And what about girls? Have you had sexual relations with a girl?”

Oh, no. Not this. She couldn’t tell the truth about what she did with Amy Perkins.

“No,” she murmured, but she didn’t convince an experienced inquisitor like Nurse Blaylock.

“Marcie, I’m not sure you’re telling the truth. You must tell me the truth so the doctor can examine you properly.”

A long silence filled the room.

“It’s OK, Marcie. Tell the nurse the truth,” her mother urged her.

Another silence hung in the air.

“Amy and I fooled around some,” she said while closing her eyes to hold back tears of shame.

“It’s OK, honey. Lots of girls experiment with each other,” her mother said.

Relief washed through Marcie as she realized her parents weren’t upset ... or at least her mother wasn’t. Little did she know, her father was aroused by the mental image of Marcie and the nubile Amy naked together.

“OK, so what did you and Amy do together?” the nurse said, resuming her interview.

“We kissed and touched and, and...”

Even with her parents’ support, it was still too embarrassing to admit everything they’d done together.

“Did you touch each other’s breasts?”

“Yes.”

“Did you touch each other between the legs?”

“Yes.”

“You put your fingers in her sex and rubbed her clitoris?”

“Yes.”

“And did you put your face between her legs?”

Marcie knew life as she’d known it was over. She was completely humiliated; she might as well confess everything.

“Yes,” she said softly but with a new inner peace.

“Did you kiss and lick her vulva?”

“Yes.”

“Did you lick and suck her clitoris?”

“Yes.”

“And did she have an orgasm while you did that?”

Marcie closed her eyes and dropped her chin to her chest in shame. “Yes,” she whispered.

“Did she do those things to you, too?”

“Yes.”

“Did you have an orgasm while she licked you?”

“Yes.”

“How many?”

“Two.”

“Did she penetrate your vagina?”

“No.”

“Where did this happen?”

“In my bedroom during a sleepover.”

“Finally, have you ever inserted anything in your anus?”

“No!” she said indignantly.

“OK; no more questions. The doctor will be here in a few.”

Nurse Blaylock departed again, leaving Marcie alone with her parents. “It’s OK,” her father reassured her. “You’re just a beautiful girl growing up in a normal fashion. You have nothing to be ashamed about. We’re proud of you for being so courageous.”

To Marcie, that was easy for him to say. He hadn’t just spilled his sexual secrets to an audience.

She noticed both parents staring at her sex while her father talked to her, and she blushed when she realized she was lubricating.

Before she could think about it further, a firm rap at the door presaged the entry of Dr. Johnson.

A tall, handsome physician in a white lab coat strode into the room with a broad smile, followed by Nurse Blaylock. He looked Marcie directly in the eye while introducing himself and patting her shoulder gently. He turned and introduced himself to her parents, who sat back down.

“OK; let’s see what we’ve got,” the physician said while reading her chart. “Go ahead and remove her gown,” he said to the nurse.

The nurse turned with a pair of blunt-tipped scissors.

“Wait!” Marcie said.

“I need to examine your breasts, Marcie,” the doctor said.

The nurse strategically sliced the gown and removed it, leaving Marcie completely naked and exposed. The doctor continued to look at her chart while her chest heaved in everyone’s sight. Her nipples were hard and protruding.

“I’m glad to see that you’re an active little masturbator,” the doctor said while studying the chart, reminding her of an embarrassment she’d prefer to forget. “Good for you. Orgasms are good for your health, so I want you to have a lot of them.

“Mom and Dad, feel free to encourage her and make sure she has plenty of opportunities to play with herself.”

Marcie absorbed another blow to her dignity as she heard the doctor coach her parents to encourage her sex life.

“And good for you for experimenting with other girls. I see that you had orgasms. Did you like the taste of her pussy?”

“Yes,” Marcie groaned as her own became wetter with the memory.

Standing beside her, the doctor placed a hand on each breast and began rubbing gently and sensuously. His fingers skipped lightly across her nipples, teasing the erect nubbins. Then he massaged her little tittles with his index finger and thumb, adding to the arousal in her sex.