Olivia #3
“There should be towels in there,” he says, gesturing to the bathroom. As I go to open the door, he pulls me back and steps in my way. “Wait.”
“What?” I ask.
“I was not prepared for another person to be in that bathroom,” he laughs nervously. I gasp dramatically, and he grins.
“Is your toy in there, Bodhi?” I ask.
“Yes,” he says. “I can get rid of it so you don’t have to…”
“No,” I say with a smile. “What if you need it?”
“If I need it, it will be because you want to use it on me, Liv,” he says, thinking that will scare me off.
“Cool. So leave it out,” I say, slipping past him and going into the bathroom. I see the toy is sitting on the counter. It looks like he cleaned it, and it’s on a hand towel to dry. Up close, it really puts it into perspective on how big his dick is. Now that I’m curious… “Want to shower with me?”
“I do,” he says as he turns the shower on. “But we need to talk before we go any further.”
“I agree,” I sigh. “I… There’s a chance… I don’t know how to say this.”
“All at once,” he says.
“I might have herpes,” I say. “Maybe… I don’t actually know, but the internet is a scary place.”
“Why do you think you have herpes?” he asks, cupping my cheek.
“But I also want to preemptively say that even if you did, there are medications you can take and precautions to keep it from being passed to someone else. It’s not uncommon, and it doesn’t make you gross or anything. It’s just one of those things.”
“I… So… I don’t know how to explain this,” I sigh. “I have a bump… A rather large bump… It’s gotten pretty fucking painful in the last few days. I actually planned on going to the clinic after I get court handled.”
“Pause,” he laughs. “Sweetheart, you do know I am a doctor, right?”
“What?” I ask. “No. I didn’t know that. At the clinic?”
“I own the clinic,” he says. “I have a handful of physician’s assistants and nurse practitioners, so I don’t have to always be there. What did you think I did?”
“Hell, I don’t know,” I laugh. “I figured you’d mention your job eventually.”
“I started classes in high school. I’ve been running the clinic for a while now,” he says. “So explain it however. I deal with farmers most of the time, but I am trained to handle women and basic gynecological care.”
“Shit… Okay… So uh…”
“Let’s start here,” he says. “Where is it?”
“My vagina,” I say. “Well… Like the entrance…”
“Ah, like off to one side?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I say. “It’s come up before, especially when I’d be assaulted repeatedly without lubricant or anything. Or if someone used something stupid, like lotion.”
“I’d be willing to bet it’s a Bartholin’s cyst,” he says.
“It’s a fluid-filled pocket that forms when the opening of a Bartholin's gland becomes blocked… You have two of these tiny glands, one on each side of your vaginal opening. Their normal job is to produce a small amount of fluid to keep the area lubricated. When a blockage occurs, that fluid has nowhere to go, so it backs up and expands the tissue like a small, water-filled balloon. If yours is large and painful, it might be infected.”
“How does it get fixed?” I ask.
“Well, there is a quick procedure that can be done,” he says. “In layman’s terms, I could cut the cyst open and drain it. To prevent it from happening again, it can be done in a way that keeps the gland open to prevent blockages on that side.”
“Fucking ow. You want to slice up my pussy?” I ask, and he laughs.
“I would numb the area very well,” he says. “Dissolvable sutures, so you’d be good to go in short order.”
“Sorry I killed the mood with my vagina cyst,” I say, and he smiles.
“Liv, you didn’t kill anything,” he says, cupping my face and gently kissing me. “How about this… If you are okay with it, I’d like to at least make sure it’s not infected. If it is, it needs to be taken care of now.”
“And if not?” I ask.
“Then it can wait until we get back from Dallas,” he says.
“We? You’re coming with me?” I ask. “I thought you said I had to ask you?”
“That was until someone shot the floor beside you,” he says. “You are staying with me.”
“Good,” I say with a smile. “Question… How do those cysts happen?”
“Trauma to the area can cause them. Sometimes it’s childbirth.
Sometimes it's assault. Sometimes it’s just random,” he says.
“Because we are so small around here, I made sure I was trained to handle basic gynecological needs that may arise. I can handle low-risk pregnancies, too. The more complicated stuff gets referred to another city.”
“So you would do it?” I ask.
“Do you want me to?” he asks. “I could get one of my girls to do it.”
“No, I’d rather someone I know, and I don’t trust Kate with a knife.”
“Fair enough,” he laughs. “There’s a bench in the shower. I can have you lie on it and check it if you want.”
“Is that not weird?” I ask.
“To make sure you are okay? No,” he says. “Do you want me to check you for everything, though?”
“Probably wouldn’t hurt,” I say with a sigh.
“Considering all of that, sex is off the table until further notice,” he says. “Where is your level of comfort?”
“I'm comfortable with everything, but Virginia the vagina cyst is a cock block… Literally, actually. She’s a big bitch.”
“Good to know,” he says with a smile. “Let’s get in.”
I focus on just undressing. When I am naked, I step into the shower and just close my eyes to enjoy the hot water for a moment. When Bodhi steps in behind me, I sit on the bench. I hiss in pain, so he helps ease me back to lie on the stone bench.
“Okay,” he says. “I just need you to have your feet flat on the bench, but let your knees fall apart.”
“This is so weird,” I groan.
“Would you rather drive three hours and sit in an ER for twelve hours?” he suggests.
“Fuck no,” I laugh and let my knees fall apart.
“Am I okay to start?” he asks me, and I could fucking cry. No one has ever asked me before touching me.
“Yeah,” I whisper.
“If you need me to stop for any reason, tell me,” he says. “You’re going to feel me touch.”
He is gentle, but I still whimper in pain. “Ow,” I whine.
“Yeah,” he says. “I don’t think it’s infected, but sweetheart, that needs to be taken care of very soon. That has to be horribly painful. How long has it been growing?”
“Since about a week or two before Jason tried to kill me,” I say.
“It’s only ever on that side?”
“Yeah,” I answer.
“Okay. When we get back from Dallas, we can go to the clinic and take care of it,” he says. “It’ll be after hours, so it will just be us.”
“Good,” I sigh. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” he says, helping me stand up. “When I drain it, it will be an instant relief.”
“Ew,” I say. “How do you feel knowing that your first encounter with my pussy was a fucking cyst?”
“Honored that you trust me enough to even tell me about it,” he says. “Nothing about the human body is inherently gross or off-putting to me.”
“Ew. Is it going to smell? Do I smell bad?” I ask.
“If it gets infected, probably, but not right now. It’s very red and angry, but I’m surprised it hasn’t burst and drained itself.”
“Gross,” I say, scrunching my face up.
“So I assume you don’t want a mirror to watch?” he teases as he helps me stand.
“Hell fucking no,” I say, and he laughs. “Pass.”
“Let’s get done so we can lie down,” he says, kissing me.
We quickly wash and rinse before getting out and drying off. We get dressed for bed before curling up together. I face him so he can wrap his arms around me, and I can bury my face in his chest.
“Good night, Bodhi,” I mumble.
“Good night, Olivia,” he says, kissing my head.