So, I had my first solo OB/GYN exam today, and holy shit, it was a wild ride. I’m still a med student, but my mentor, Dr. Hawthorne, is pretty hands-off and lets me take the lead while she supervises. But man, today was something else entirely.

The patient, Sarah, was this young chick, around my age, and way too relaxed for what was about to happen. She didn’t seem nervous at all, which actually made me feel better. I mean, here I am about to do this exam, and she’s lying there like it’s no big deal. The room smelled sterile as usual, the fluorescent lights buzzing, and I was trying to keep my cool. I get the speculum ready, and Dr. Hawthorne’s watching me closely, giving me that reassuring nod she always does.

“You’re doing fine, Jake,” she says, calm as ever. “Just keep steady.”

I nod, but my hands are already a little shaky. It’s my first time flying solo, and the pressure’s real. Sarah’s lying back with her legs spread in the stirrups, totally unfazed, and I’m trying to focus on the task, but then… things took a weird turn.

As I’m getting ready to start the exam, I catch this look from Sarah. It’s not the usual “get this over with” look that patients give—it’s more playful, almost teasing. I brush it off, trying to focus, but then she shifts her hips slightly, making her pussy even more exposed, and smirks at me.

"Doctor..." she purrs, her voice all low and flirty. "Are you sure you know what you’re doing?"

My brain short-circuits for a second. I’ve never had a patient talk like that, and I’m thrown off. I manage to keep going, but I feel my hands shaking. Sarah sees it too, and I swear, she’s enjoying it. Dr. Hawthorne glances at me but doesn’t say anything yet, just watching to see how I handle it.

I insert the speculum and start the exam, but Sarah’s still eyeing me like she’s got a secret. Then she crosses her legs just slightly, which forces me to pause. It’s not a normal move during an exam, and I can’t help but notice the way her thighs rub together, almost inviting me to look closer.

"Don’t be so serious, Doctor," she whispers, her voice oozing with mischief. "It’s just an exam, right?"

I’m sweating at this point, trying to act like it’s no big deal, but my heart’s pounding. She shifts her hips again, and now I can’t ignore how exposed she is. Her pussy is right there in front of me, and I can’t stop my eyes from lingering a little too long. Dr. Hawthorne steps in closer, giving me a look that says, Focus.

"Jake, stay on task," she warns, her voice a bit more stern now. "You need to concentrate."

But Sarah’s not making that easy. She’s playing games, and she knows exactly what she’s doing. She spreads her legs even wider, almost like she’s daring me to look. And yeah, I’m definitely looking. Her pussy’s glistening under the light, and I feel my whole body heat up.

"You’re doing such a good job, Doctor," Sarah says, her tone way too flirty for the situation. "Really impressive… you’re so thorough."

Her words feel like a trap, pulling me in. I try to focus on the instruments in my hands, but all I can think about is her body spread out in front of me. She tilts her head back, running her fingers through her hair, and the movement is so slow, so deliberate. I’m barely holding it together.

Dr. Hawthorne steps even closer, her hand on my shoulder now, grounding me. "Jake, stay professional," she says quietly, but there’s an edge in her voice. "We need to finish this."

But Sarah’s not letting up. She lifts her hips again, pushing herself closer to the edge of the table, her pussy practically begging for attention. I can’t help but feel the pull—my professionalism is hanging by a thread. She’s got this sly smile on her face, and I know she’s loving how flustered I am.

"Come on, Doctor," she teases, her voice turning more seductive. "Don’t you want to make sure everything’s okay… down there?"

She emphasizes the last part, and I swear my brain goes blank for a second. I glance up at Dr. Hawthorne, who’s watching closely, probably sensing that I’m barely keeping it together. But Sarah’s words are sticking with me. She’s doing everything she can to get under my skin.

Then she takes it even further. Sarah slowly reaches down, her hand grazing the inside of her thigh, inching closer to her pussy. I’m frozen, watching her, and I know Dr. Hawthorne sees it too, but she hasn’t stopped me yet. Sarah’s fingers stop just before they reach her pussy, and she looks me dead in the eyes.

"Like what you see, Doctor?" she asks, her voice dripping with seduction. "Or do you need a closer look?"

I can feel myself sweating, my heart pounding. I know I should stop this, but I can’t tear my eyes away from her. Sarah’s fingers hover near her pussy, teasing me, daring me to do something. My throat is dry, and my hands are shaking, but I can’t stop staring. Dr. Hawthorne’s grip tightens on my shoulder, pulling me back to reality.

"Jake," she says, her voice firm. "We need to move on."

But Sarah’s not done. She spreads her legs even wider, her pussy fully exposed now, glistening, and she lets out this soft, teasing moan. It’s subtle, but it hits me hard. My professionalism is slipping fast, and I know it. She’s looking at me like she knows exactly what I’m thinking, like she’s already won.

"Don’t you want to be thorough, Doctor?" she whispers, her voice laced with mischief. "You should make sure everything’s in perfect order."

I’m losing it. My mind is racing, torn between the exam I’m supposed to be finishing and the sight of her naked body in front of me. She reaches down again, this time not stopping until her fingers slide over her pussy, gently parting her lips. I’m frozen, completely unable to move.

"See, Doctor?" she taunts, her voice low and dangerous. "Even you can’t resist."

I feel Dr. Hawthorne’s hand tighten on my shoulder, her patience clearly wearing thin. She’s about to step in when Sarah goes even further. She dips a finger inside herself, slowly, her eyes locked on mine the entire time. I watch, completely mesmerized, as she pulls it out and brings it to her lips, licking it clean in the most deliberate, slow way possible.

"Maybe next time, Doctor," she whispers, her voice practically a purr. "Maybe next time, you’ll get to explore a little deeper."

That’s it. The tension snaps. I’m sweating, my hands shaking, and I can barely breathe. Dr. Hawthorne pulls me back one last time, her voice sharp and urgent.

"Jake, focus. We need to finish this."

But all I can think about is Sarah’s teasing smile, her pussy glistening under the exam light, and the way she’s completely wrecked my ability to focus. She gets off the table, still looking at me with that infuriating grin, and it’s clear she’s won this little game.

"Well, Doctor?" she says one last time, her voice dripping with challenge. "What’s it going to be?"

I manage to stumble through the rest of the exam, but my head’s spinning the entire time. By the time Sarah leaves, I’m completely wrecked, wondering how the hell I’m going to deal with another day like this. No one told me medical school would be like this.

Full chapter here.