Doctor Stuff (Stuffed #7)

Chapter 1

Frigid.

It was such an awful, ugly word. All encompassing.

Amanda didn't mean to be cold. Or prudish.

She certainly didn't feel that way most of the time.

But that's exactly what her boyfriend Travis had accused her of being.

They'd been going out since they were sixteen, high school sweethearts, and back then he'd understood that she wanted to wait till marriage.

College had changed that. He'd gone from being understanding to insistent and she'd finally given in.

Despite his attempt at making it romantic, it had ended up being awful.

First, it had hurt and then she'd just felt awkward while he gyrated on top of her.

Truthfully, she hadn't even really felt what was going on between her legs; it just felt like pressure and something...

moving inside of her. Not pleasurable or erotic.

She didn't even get any of the hot needy feelings that happened when she read romantic books.

Afterward had been even worse. Travis had been insulted that she hadn't enjoyed herself, he'd accused her of lying there like a board of wood and not being an active participant.

But what else was she supposed to have done?

She'd tried to move and moan at first, the way she'd seen in movies, but it had felt unnatural and not at all sexy.

Eventually it had seemed easier to just let him get it over with, but that hadn't been enough for him.

Tears sparked in Amanda's eyes, but she quickly wiped them away.

After all, it would be embarrassing to be caught crying in her new gyno's office. Even if this was her first visit, it wasn’t like she was scared or anything.

It was just that she was still upset from her awful first time and the even worse aftermath.

She and Travis had tried one more time but it hadn't gone any better than the first and afterward they'd decided to break up.

Being with him and facing his disgust with her was just too much and he obviously wanted to move on to greener pastures.

And now she was at the gyno her friend Sara had recommended, Dr. Michael Durand. While Amanda felt that she might be more comfortable with a woman, Sara had reassured her that Dr. Durand was the best gyno in the area and Amanda trusted her assessment.

"Amanda Crape?"

"That's me," she said, standing and facing the pretty brunette nurse who was smiling at her in a welcoming manner.

"Oh good, come back this way with me, please."

Amanda followed the nurse down to the hall, passing several exam rooms on the right, until the nurse turned and gestured to a door on the left.

"This is the restroom. Please step inside and pee in the cup, then put the cup in the little window. After that you can meet me in exam room three."

Trying not to make a face because peeing in cups was so awkward, she nodded at the friendly nurse and went into the bathroom.

Making a face at herself in the mirror, she wondered if maybe her assumptions about her attractiveness were wrong.

After all, Travis definitely hadn't wanted to hang around for any of her so-called assets.

It was a relief to make her way to exam room three a few minutes later.

The nurse was already in there waiting for her.

"Just hop up onto the exam table. My name's Carrie, by the way."

"Hi, nice to meet you," Amanda said nervously as she seated herself on the exam table.

The way her legs hung off the side made her feel like a little kid, and she was having a hard time ignoring the stirrups at the end of the table.

At least it was comfortably padded even if the room seemed a little cold.

"Nice to meet you too. Is this your first time at the gyno or have you seen one before?"

And with that they were off and running with what seemed like endless questions.

Amanda blushed as she confessed that yes, she had engaged in sexual activity.

She also accepted the offer of the HPV vaccine.

Insurance would cover it and since she and Travis had broken up she might as well, if she ended up ever having sex with someone else it was probably the safest way to go.

Not that she was planning on it at the moment.

The nurse must have seen something on her face because she immediately asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing..." Amanda mumbled and then looked away. "I just... I haven't been sexually active very long. I wasn't planning on it, it just kind of happened."

"Is that why you want the vaccine? Do you need some STD tests?" Carrie asked, her voice full of sympathy.

Blushing even harder, Amanda shook her head. "No... nothing like that. We were both virgins. But we just broke up. Recently." Tears sparked in her eyes.

"Oh sweetie, I'm so sorry." The older woman stood and gave Amanda a hug. "But you're young, you'll find someone else. Trust me, it'll be awful for a while, but eventually you'll find an even better guy."

"I hope so," Amanda said as Carrie started to set things up to take her blood pressure. "It's just... I thought I'd wait till marriage. And I didn't. And it ended up being awful."

She had been too embarrassed to talk to any of her friends about it, but now with Carrie's sympathetic gaze, she found herself pouring out the entire experience to a complete stranger while getting her blood pressure checked.

And she even admitted that she was worried that Travis was right and she was frigid.

"Maybe I shouldn't bother with the HPV vaccine," she concluded glumly. "Who's going to want to have sex with someone who's frigid anyway?"

"Oh honey, you aren't frigid!" Carrie exclaimed. "You're just inexperienced and so was he. Plus he was an asshat."

Amanda giggled at this description and the indignant look on Carrie's face.

"It gets better, I promise." She patted Amanda's arm.

"Now, unfortunately I have to go help some other patients, but I can tell you that you will be just fine and you are definitely not frigid.

" She handed Amanda a pink paper gown folded and wrapped in plastic.

"Take off everything and put this on, the opening to the front. "

"Everything?" Amanda asked, her heart rate picking up a little as she gulped.

Carrie nodded. "You can keep your socks on if you're worried about your feet getting cold. Dr. Durand will be here in a few minutes." She gave Amanda another warm, reassuring smile. "Don't worry, he'll take good care of you."

The door closed and Amanda was left alone in the exam room.

Huffing out all the air in her lungs in one breath, she looked at the paper robe in her hand skeptically as she took it out of the package.

Yikes. Just like the hospital robes she'd seen on TV—except that the opening was supposed to be in the front?

Well, she guessed that made sense... it wasn't as if Dr. Durand was going to be examining her backside.

Quickly, before she lost her nerve, she stripped off everything except her socks, folding her clothes neatly onto the chair beside the exam table, and pulled the paper robe on.

As a redhead, pink was not her best color, so it was probably for the best that there weren't any mirrors in here.

Absently she noted that this particular shade looked pretty good against her ivory skin, it was almost the exact same shade as her nipples.

Shivering a little, she hopped back up onto the exam table, her legs hanging down the side again, and she rearranged the flimsy gown so that it didn't gape open the way it was trying to.

Somehow she felt more naked wearing it than if she'd just been naked.

Her nipples had hardened in the slightly chilly air and were rubbing against the paper, she kept feeling like her trimmed red bush was peeking out from the front gap, and every time she moved the gown made little rustling noises.

When the door to the office opened again, she jumped and flushed red, grabbing the front of the robe and pulling it closed.

Fortunately, Dr. Durand was looking down at the clipboard in front of him so he didn't see her inadvertent peep show or her jaw dropping as she got her first good look at him.

He looked like a movie star! Very tall, broad-shouldered, with dark-brown skin, his curly hair was trimmed close to his head and his face looked like it had been sculpted from ebony.

And were gynos supposed to have bodies like that?

Underneath his white coat and button-down shirt, she could practically see the muscles bulging and moving beneath the fabric, as if clothes could barely contain his body.

Suddenly she realized that she felt warm and tingly all over, but especially between her legs and where her nipples were rubbing the inside of the paper gown.

Heat bloomed in her cheeks. These were the exact sensations that she'd gotten when she read sexy romances.

And the same sensations that had been missing when she'd had sex with Travis.

"Hello, Miss Crape. Do you mind if I call you Amanda?"

Oh god... His voice was as smooth and dark as his skin, a velvety sound that caressed her ears and gave her goosebumps along the back of her arms. The kind of voice that made women swoon...

Combined with his gorgeous face and sexy body, it was enough to make Amanda press her thighs together.

Hard. As if she could contain the strange new feelings that were creeping over her.

No man had never made her feel like this before!

Although, other than Travis, she'd never been so unclothed in a man's presence before either.

"Amanda's fine, thank you," she said, smiling weakly and trying to cover up how flustered she was. Her ankles crossed and re-crossed, her legs feeling twitchy. Dr. Durand looked up from his clipboard with those melting chocolate-brown eyes and Amanda just about creamed herself.

"Very good, it's nice to meet you," he said, holding out his hand.

Amanda took it, her tiny fingers looking absolutely dwarfed by his. His hand felt very strong and very warm, smooth, capable. The kind of hand she would want her doctor to have. Except that instead of feeling comforted by it, she just felt more unsettled.

"So this is your first time at the gyno?"

Amanda nodded and he gave her a warm smile.

"Nothing to worry about, we'll take good care of you here."

When he released her hand, she almost had to bite her tongue to stop herself from asking him to come back. It was like a visceral loss.

"So," he said, referring back to the clipboard, "Carrie has noted that you are recently sexually active, but are worried that there's something wrong with you?"

"My boyfriend said I was frigid." The words popped out of her mouth before she could stop them and she clapped her hand over her lips, staring at Dr. Durand in complete horror. To her relief he just gave her that warm smile again, looking rather sympathetic and comforting.

"Well that's certainly something that we can check out today, although I don't think you need to be worried in the slightest," he said. "Now, why don't you lay down on your back. You don't need to put your feet in the stirrups yet."