Trapped Between Doctor Daddy And Ex Chapter 01
“All right, Erica. That’s it for the questions.”
Nathan set his clipboard down on the table beside him. My face was hot as I stiffly nodded. The past five minutes had felt like a million years as I answered Nathan’s questions about my sexual history. But the questionnaire was a cakewalk in comparison to what was about to happen.
My dad’s best friend was going to physically examine me. He would see all my intimate parts totally exposed.
And touch them too.
Oh god.
Nathan rolled closer on his wheelie stool and placed a hand on my shoulder, giving me a gentle squeeze. I raised my gaze to his and he gave me a reassuring smile.
“I know you’re nervous. Most women are even after they’ve done this several times. But I promise I’ll take really good care of you, OK?”
Nathan was about forty or so but he looked younger. He had hazel eyes, sandy-brown hair, and a light beard. He and Dad were college buddies who remained good friends for the past twenty years. It was so strange to reconcile the Nathan who wore t-shirts and khaki shorts, and played dumb drinking games with dad every so often, and this professional, lab-coat wearing doctor Nathan.
“OK. I trust you, Nathan.”
“Good girl.”
He slid his hand up to cup my cheek and caressed my face with his thumb. Delight filled me at his touch and his praise. I had a secret crush on Nathan. Sometimes, the way he looked at me and touched me made me wonder if he might have feelings for me too.
Then again, even if he did like me in that way, nothing could ever come of it. I was his closest friend’s eighteen-year-old daughter, and that alone made us completely off-limits to each other. And it’s for that reason this trouble with Tony started.
Tony was a guy at college who sort of looked like Nathan. But their personalities were completely different—Nathan was gentle, while Tony was a total bad boy. Still, since I couldn’t have the real thing, I went with an alternative and started dating Tony. He had been my boyfriend for a few months when I stupidly let him take my virginity. The jerk dumped me shortly after because he’d finally gotten what he wanted: another notch on his bedpost.
Mom insisted I get checked out after what happened. She said that sexually active girls needed to see a gynaecologist, and she was worried about potential STIs I might have contracted from that jerkface Tony. Since I didn’t yet have a regular, and Mom wanted me seen by a doctor immediately, she asked Nathan who agreed to see me after hours on short notice.
“So, Erica, it’s standard procedure that a chaperone is present for the examination,” Nathan said. “But none of my female staff were able to stay late last minute. However, my assistant has agreed to do it. Are you OK with this or would you like to reschedule?”
My stomach tightened as I hesitated between two men seeing my private places bare now, or rescheduling and going through all this nervous energy again later.
The sooner I get this over with the better.
“It’s fine. I want to continue.”
Nathan nodded once. “Great. I’ll leave the room now. Take off your clothes and get on the table. I’ll be back shortly.”
Nathan stood and left me alone in the room. I stripped myself down to nothing, piling my clothes in the chair. But then I realized there were no patient gowns, only a short, thin sheet that I could use to cover myself.
It barely covered my bits and bobs.
It felt like an eternity before Nathan returned. A brown-haired man in blue scrubs followed him in. They were about the same height. At first glance, his broad shoulders and narrow waist looked good. But the moment I saw his face clearly, I froze.
Tony? What was he doing here?
A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes when he saw me, then quickly hid it behind a small smile.
“Hello, Erica. I’m Tony, Dr. Briar’s assistant. Nice to meet you.”
This asshole had taken my virginity just a few days ago—how the hell could we not know each other?
He was just putting on a nice-guy act in front of his boss.
I didn’t want to make things complicated, so I nodded at him with feigned composure.
In reality, my whole body prickled at the realization of just how naked I was beneath that barely-there sheet under their eyes.
“Tony will participate in your examination, and the way we touch you might feel… inappropriate at times. If it becomes unbearable for you, please let us know and we’ll stop immediately. Your comfort is our top concern. Do you understand?” Nathan said gently.
“Yes, I understand.”
“Perfect. Tony and I will wash up and then we’ll get started.”
Soon both of them returned to the table with washed and dried hands. Nathan moved to stand on my left while Tony used a pedal to adjust the table’s height. Caught in the middle of the two tall men, I darted a nervous yet excited gaze up at them. My grip on the sheet was so tight, my fingernails dug into my palms.
“Erica, I’m going to pull down the sheet and begin your breast exam,” Nathan said in a calming voice.
I swallowed and nodded. An expectant stillness filled the room for several seconds before Tony spoke with a chuckle that carried a hint of teasing.
“You have to let go of the sheet, Erica.”
“Oh.”
My face was an inferno as I relaxed my grip on the sheet but didn’t let it go. Nathan gave it a gentle tug anyway, sliding the material down to my stomach. The fluorescent lights above were like a spotlight on me, highlighting my bare breasts under the gazes of the man I secretly loved and my ex-boyfriend. My embarrassment was so intense, I had to close my eyes.
“Raise your arms and lay them beside your head,” Nathan ordered.
I did as he said. His fingers pressed along the curve of my armpit, kneading in slow, firm circles. The touch tickled, but I forced myself to hold still as he worked higher, up beneath my collarbone, then down again toward my breasts.
His palm flexed while he fondled my breast, his thumb swiping back and forth over my nipple. When he pinched my nipple between his fingertips and tugged it, I gasped from the shock and the pleasurable sensation. I jerked and between my legs pulsed from the accidental touch.
Meanwhile, Tony stood nearby, watching intently as Nathan examined my breasts.
His brown eyes, which somewhat resembled Nathan’s, flickered with an unreadable emotion.
By the time Nathan finally announced that the breast exam was over, my whole body was burning with shame.
“The patient’s breasts are completely normal… no lumps, no discharge,” he said. Tony recorded everything as he spoke.
Then Nathan tapped twice on the table.
“We’re going to start the vaginal exam. Spread your legs, Erica.”