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He has social anxiety. So what? That’s the reason it’s his first time to the doctor by himself in his entire life, and he’s fucking nineteen. Sure he’d put it off, comfortable with his primary, who had been his doctor since he was a baby.
So imagine his surprise when he called to make an appointment and finds his doctor has cancelled. But Edward has had this nasty cough for about two weeks now, and he’s got to get it under control. So he takes the appointment with Dr.Swan.
He’s nervous already, and he’s had the cold sweats all day, and his fever is creeping higher and higher. He puts on some gray sweatpants and a green Adidas sweatshirt, and because he’s so cute and classy, he’s got on socks and sandals.
Thankfully he doesn’t have to wait long before he gets in his room. The medical assistant’s name is Courtney and she’s very sweet as they go over his past medications and symptoms. Finally she leaves, with the promise that the doctor will be in soon.
He takes out his phone to check Instagram, until there’s a quiet knock on the door.
“Come in,” he says.
In walks one of the most beautiful women he’s ever seen. She’s probably in her early thirties, with brown hair, clipped up, bright brown made up eyes, and soft mauve lipstick. She’s wearing a button down blue blouse, and a tight pencil skirt, with flats.
“Hi Edward, I’m Dr.Swan. You can call me Bella. What seems to be going on today?”
Edward sits there for a second, suddenly embarrassed.
“I, I’ve had this cough for awhile. And I can’t sleep, and I’ve been having cold sweats, and I have a fever.”
She frowns, “That sounds miserable.”
She walks closer to him and Edward’s heart starts racing.
“Let’s start by checking out a few things. I apologize in advance, my hands are perpetually cold.”
She walks up to him, and starts by grabbing the microscope. Edward watches as she twists the ear thing onto it. She has french manicured nails. She looks in his ears. Her hands are soft. She tosses it in the trash can and asks him to open wide. He sticks out his tongue and says “Ahh.”
“Oh yeah, you’re red and swollen.”
She looks a few seconds longer, before hanging up the device and reaching out to touch his neck. He flinches back and she frowns.
“Sorry honey. I just have to feel how swollen you are.”
Something else is about to be swollen if she doesn’t slow her roll. He knows he’s overreacting, but she’s so hot and so sweet, and he’s been trying to lose his virginity for months. So he nods and swallows hard, as her dainty hands come to rest on his throat. She kneads tenderly, but Edward can’t help but make a small pained noise. She traces over the veins in his throat and feels his thyroid.
“Alright. I’m gonna listen to your breathing okay?” She says softly, putting her stethoscope in her ears.
He nods and she moves behind him, hitching his shirt up so she can place the cold stethoscope on his back.
“Take a deep breath for me,” she says.
Edward can hear how raspy his breath is and how fast his heart is beating, and he doesn’t know if it’s from his illness or Bella. Soon she moves to the front of him and gives him a small smile as she listens to his heart.
“Are you okay?” she asks, pulling the stethoscope out of her ears, “Your heart is racing.”
“I just, I’ve never been to the doctor by myself,” he sputters out.
“Aw, you’re doing just great.”
He smiles,
“Thank you.”
“When was the last time you came in? Do you need a physical too?”
“Um,”
“Let’s just check you out,” she says, “go ahead and remove your shirt.”
He slowly pulls his hoodie over his head and Bella pushes his shoulders back slightly so he lays on the bed. She hums and feels her heart with her hand, before pressing lightly on his sternum. She moves down his chest to tap on his stomach, then wraps her arms around his torso, feeling his kidneys.
He can’t help his physical reaction to her soft touch, and by the time she’s done, he’s sporting a boner in his sweats. She looks down as she moves away and he flushes,
“I am so sorry, I didn’t-”
“It’s okay. It happens,” she says quietly. She’s still staring at him through his sweats.
“Are you sexually active?” she asks, “I didn’t see anything in your chart.”
“Um, no.”
“Do you masturbate regularly?”
He shakes his head slightly,
“I have roommates, it’s kind of hard to find time.”
She nods, “Well, if you need some relief-”
He stares at her, is she offering what he thinks she is?
“From?”
She smiles and sits down on the stool, wheeling herself over until she’s in between his legs. Neither of them say anything as she reaches over to palm his erection. His reaction is instant and he bucks against her, moaning. No one else has ever touched him here before.
“May I?”
She has an eerie note of professionalism to her, even though her pupils are blown. Edward nods and she slowly pulls him out of his pants. Whistles at his size and girth. He’s already dripping a bit of pre come and she rubs her thumb over the head, causing him to moan.
She jerks him a couple of times and he lets his eyes close. The fly open when she stops though, and he looks up to see her licking her hand. When she touches him again, it’s slick and firm and he can’t help but thrust his hips into her hand.
He wishes they could do more. He wants to rip open the buttons on her shirt and suck on her breasts, slide his hand up her skirt and see if she’s wet. He wants to be inside of her so bad. He moans as she jerks faster, thumb swiping the head on every upstroke. He’s too close, too soon, and he’s embarrassed, until she whispers,
“There you go, come for me.”
And he does, all over his chest and her hand.
She gives him a few moments to come down, lightly stroking him as if she doesn’t want to let him go. Finally she backs up and grabs him some wet wipes. She wipes her own hand and watches as he cleans the come that’s cooling on his stomach.
“Well, I think you have strep throat. I’ll send you a prescription to your pharmacy on file, but make sure to drink lots of liquids and rest. Take Motrin for your fever and you should be feeling better in a few days.”
She heads back over to the computer to enter a few things in, and Edward awkwardly pulls on his shirt, now feeling embarrassed.
“I’ll make a note in your chart to recommend you to another physician.”
“I’m so sorry,” he stammers.
“No, no. Don’t be. I just can’t see you professionally, if we keep doing this. Which, I for sure, want to finish what we started.”
Edward’s mind swirls as she walks over to him, handing him a post it with her number on it.
“I want to take you apart,” she whispers to him, before placing a light kiss on his lips, “message me if you want the same.”
And with that, she’s gone.