Futanari Dreams

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

She's playing with her fingers, trying not to bite her nails. The thin gown clings to her small breasts and she keeps pulling it forward to stop her n*****s from poking through. It's so cold in this room that they're as stiff as eraser nubs. And yet, there's a burning in her thighs that's hot enough to make her sweat. Prickles of perspiration are dotting her stomach, a frustrating contradiction.

When the door swings open Harper quickly shifts on the examination table, trying to force the gown lower over her bare knees. If Eve notices, her only reaction is a warm and silent smile.

"Hi," says Harper. She immediately blushes a bright vermillion. "What is wrong with me?" she screams inside her head.

Eve shuts the door softly and steps closer to the table. She offers her own, equally shy, "Hi."

They're eye-to-eye now, Harper seated on the table of a height with her tall, smiling doctor. She hasn't stopped blushing--she can feel that--but Eve isn't looking at her cheeks. She's staring into her eyes. "So," she says softly, "are you ready for me to poke around in your hoo-ha?"

Harper covers her face with her hands and lets out a monstrous howl. "Oh GAWD, this is the worst!"

Eve gently takes her patient's hands and chides her like a forgiving parent. "I know it's uncomfortable, honey, but trust me, it gets better. A Well Woman visit is part of what it takes to keep you and your body happy, healthy, and, well-" She winks. "You do want everything in working order for when you're...you know."

Harper rolls her eyes. "I haven't 'you know.'"

Is her doctor surprised? What is that enigmatic expression? Her dark eyebrows alight and her cinnamon irises travel the length of Harper's lips. "Is that right?" she asks, more curious than clinical.

Harper shrugs, not wild about discussing this so soon (but if it'll delay the physical part of the exam she'll talk till her red face is an airless blue). "That's...sort of why I'm here," she forces out the words. "I mean, it is why I'm here."

Eve lets Harper's fingers slip through her grasp and steps back to grab a seat. There's a rolling chair beside the cabinets and she slides it to Harper's side. She sits, crossing one leg over the other as lithe and limber as a cat. She straightens her skirt, straightens her glasses, and gives Harper her full attention.

"She's constantly giving me her full attention," Harper thinks. It makes her tingle.

Harper tries to push the gown to her knees again. "My boyfriend-" she starts. And stops. No, that would be a lie. She sighs and begins again. "There's a boy. We've started hooking up, and--he's my first real...anything, I guess."

"You're twenty-one?" Eve asks.

Harper winces. "Is that weird?"

Eve shakes her milk chocolate bangs. "s*x is for when you're ready, Harper. It's only weird if you want it to be weird."

A smile. It's contagious, and Harper feels the warmth spread across her cheeks again.

"I didn't think I'd wait all the way to the end of college," she says.

"So why did you?"

"I just never felt comfortable. Obviously I waited too long."

"'Obviously?'"

Here it comes. There's no getting around it now. Harper grits her teeth and spits it out. "I can't have sex."

Not what Eve was expecting. She leans forward, arms crossed over her generous breasts. "Pardon?"

Harper rolls her eyes. "He...we were...in my bed and when he tried to..." She's shaking like she's buried waist-deep in an iceberg.

With all her grace and power, Eve reaches out and gently strokes the girl's bare shin. "When you're ready, honey. I've got all the time in the world."

Would that she'd grown up with this woman as her doctor. All the questions she'd always wanted to ask would be just as gently dispensed with, her fears and anxieties soothed in the deep promises of her seductive voice. Then again, Eve was probably still in college while Harper was in high school.

"I thought I was ready to have s*x," she says. "I wanted to. I really..."

"He couldn't get it in, is that what you're saying?"

Harper nods, tugging at her fingers.

"It's a very common problem. No reason to feel ashamed."

"No," says Harper. "It's not shame, it's...regret? I think? He's not the first guy I've dated. I mean, like, we're not really dating. We just met in Philosophy and I started coming over to his place. It doesn't matter. I've dated before-"

"Boys?"

"What?"

"You've just dated boys."

"Y-yes," she says. Eve's eyes are searching hers. Does she not believe her?

"Go on," she encourages.

"Well. s*x would always come up but I just never felt...and I was scared."

"And this boy from Philosophy. You're not scared with him?"

Harper chokes out a feeble laugh. "I'm terrified! I'm just tired of waiting. I don't really like him that much but I wanted to--to just get it out of the way, I guess."

Eve rests her chin in her hands and flashes a wry smile. "Also a very common problem." She stands. Sliding the chair back with a practiced push of her toe, she crosses to Harper and places her hands on the girl's chest.

Harper yelps in alarm, and then realizes the exam has begun. Eve suppresses her grin and continues the conversation, unperturbed, as she gently massages Harper's breasts. "So, when he attempted insertion, were you wet?"

"Um!" Eve's touch is firm, commanding. She knows she's searching her tissue for lumps but she can't get used to being prodded so. And every new touch forces her to suck in the room's cold oxygen. "Y-yes, I was."

Eve's thumb brushes over her n****e. "And was there any foreplay?"

When she cups her left breast, Harper feels it in the backs of her knees. "What do you mean?"

Eve squeezes her gently. "Did he play with your n*****s or go down on you?"

"N-not really."

Eve cups the right breast and Harper hisses like a snake. The sound is enough to make the doctor pause. "Something wrong?"

Harper shakes her head rapidly. "Just--the way you--they're sensitive..."

Another devilish smile. "The nerves are more concentrated in smaller breasts. Inch for inch they're more fun than larger cups. Lucky you."

Harper eyes the woman's ample cleavage. "Look who's talking."

Eve's eyes light up. "Oh, you noticed?"

Harper tries to laugh it off. Eve's restarted her examination and it's easier to laugh now than to hiss. "They might be more sensitive but I feel like a little girl."

"You don't feel like a little girl to me," says Eve seriously. A final squeeze and her fingers reluctantly slide from the gown. "Believe me, if I could trade what I've got for just one day without awkward stares--from both sexes--that would be heaven."

"You don't like it?"

Was that too personal to ask her doctor?

Eve uses her eyebrows like finely honed instruments. The way they flex and arch, their graceful harmony with her luscious lips, it is intensely and uncomfortably beautiful. "Maybe I like it a little bit," she admits. "Now lay back for me, please. I have to do that whole thing again."

"Again?" Harper sighs. She swings her legs back and lies down on the table. She stares at the ceiling while the doctor renews her examination, grateful at least that her shyness has abated and this now feels somewhat normal.

"So no foreplay before insertion. Did he force himself on you?"

Harper tells her no. "He was...mad, I think. But he wasn't mean. Not really. We tried a few times. I started to cry."

Eve pats her shoulder. "It really is very common, Harper. Frankly, I'm just glad he didn't hurt you. I'm noticing a disturbing trend among women your age whose partners have grown up watching p**n. Boys these days seem to think that s*x is meant to be all 'wham, bam' in every hole a girl's willing to offer."

Harper shrugs. "I wouldn't know."

Eve gazes down at the young woman and fights the urge to brush her hair out of her golden lashes. "Did either of you try to loosen you up with digital m**********n?"

"Uh, 'digital?'"

Eve wiggles her fingers in the girl's face. "Hand stuff."

"Oh!" Harper giggles. "No..."

"And what about when you're by yourself?"

"I...don't."

For the first time, Eve looks concerned. "Do you mean you just masturbate by stimulating your c******s?"

Harper shakes her head.

"Not even with a vibrator? A pillow?"

Harper feels her freckles blaze like a crimson constellation.

Eve strokes her chin thoughtfully. "Do you use tampons?"

Harper offers the doctor a small, plaintive, "No."

This time Eve does brush the girl's forehead, her eyes downcast to drink in the Celtic beauty of her pale face. "So...you're saying you haven't had anything down there. Ever?"

And there it is. She fears what comes next. Her body is a steel trap, locked down forever because she wasn't promiscuous, or experimental, or confident enough to touch herself. Her mother never spoke to her about any of that. She started using pads because her best friend did. By the time she understood what tampons were she was too embarrassed to ask how they worked. Now it's shame that comes boiling up her throat, mingled with fear and a sorrow she's carried with her for weeks. A single tear slips from her blurry eyes and races down her cheek. "Am I broken?"

Eve brushes the tear away. "Far from it, honey. The opposite, actually. Your body just needs to learn."

Harper sniffs. She wants to believe it, but how can she? "Are you sure?"

Eve strokes the girl's wet cheek with her thumb. "Well, how about we find out? I'm going to ask you to put your feet in these stirrups. Can you do that for me?"

Harper nods, and gingerly lifts the hem of her gown.