The Doctor Taught Me to Desire Another Woman

The February heat clung to my skin as I crossed the clinic hallway. I was wearing a sand-colored linen dress, light and with nothing underneath. I like feeling the fabric brush my nipples, the cool air slipping between my legs every time I take a step. It’s a secret I carry with me all day, a little mischief only I know about.

I was twenty-three, and it was the first time I’d set foot in that office. My usual doctor had retired, and the new gynecologist was barely a name on a sheet of paper: Dr. Quiroga. I walked to the back door with my sandals clicking against the polished floor, thinking only that my nerves were showing far too much.

When the door opened, I was speechless.

There she was.

A woman in her forties, elegant, wearing a white coat that hid nothing. Her breasts showed beneath the silk blouse, and the gray skirt hugged her hips with a boldness that did not seem fit for a doctor’s office.

“Hello, Renata. Come in, please,” she said in a voice so soft it clenched my stomach.

I followed her and sat down across from her. I crossed my legs slowly, on purpose, knowing the neckline would open a little more. I wanted her to look. And she did.

“First time with me, then?” she asked, glancing over a file on her tablet. “Age?”

“Twenty-three,” I answered in a voice I didn’t recognize as my own. My cheeks were burning.

“Good,” she smiled, noting something down. Her tone lowered just a little. “Have you had sexual relations recently?”

I swallowed. The question disarmed me. I crossed my arms by reflex, trying to cover my chest, but it was useless: my nipples were pressing against the fabric. She noticed.

“Yes… with a guy,” I said softly. “And once… with a friend.”

She let out a brief, warm laugh, like a caress.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Your body is yours,” she said, and looked at my lips. “And you’re beautiful. No wonder people want to be with you.”

I felt a tingle between my legs. I couldn’t tell whether it was fear or desire. I shifted in the chair, uncomfortable with how exposed the way she spoke to me made me feel.

“And did you like it? With your friend,” she asked, without taking her eyes off me.

I nodded, looking down.

“Yes… but I was very embarrassed.”

She stood and walked toward me unhurriedly. When she reached me, she held my chin with two fingers and lifted my face.

“That’s very good, Renata. Would you like us to talk a little more about that… while I examine you?”

My legs trembled. I wanted to say no, that I was scared, but all that came out of my mouth was a whisper.

“Yes… but I’m embarrassed.”

She smiled as if she had expected that answer. She took my hand.

“We’re not going to do anything you don’t want. We’ll just talk, so you feel comfortable. Trust me.”

And I believed her. I let her lead me without thinking any further.

***

Her hand was firm and warm, but it didn’t squeeze me. She led me to a couch by the window and sat down first. Then she settled me on her lap, sideways, like someone meant to be pampered. I didn’t resist. I couldn’t. My heart was beating between my thighs.

I ended up seated on her, with one of my legs between hers. I could feel the heat rising from her cunt, the same heat I recognized in myself because I had it just the same.

“You have such soft skin…” she murmured, brushing a lock of hair from my face. “And eyes that ask for things you still don’t dare say.”

I bit my lip. My nipples were so hard they almost hurt, standing out shamelessly beneath the linen, and she was looking at them like they were something she was dying to taste.

“Don’t be afraid. I just want to help you know yourself better. We’re going to check you carefully, like you deserve.”

Her fingers began to trace my waist. They barely touched me, and yet they set me on fire. I could feel myself getting wet, my sex throbbing with every caress. I wanted to spread my legs, show her everything, but instead I only pressed myself against her, small and burning at the same time.

My dress had ridden up. She noticed, and her gaze dropped and stayed there.

“When you’re with someone, do you feel discomfort… or rather pleasure?” she asked, while her hand stroked the small of my back.

I shifted. The movement made my breasts bounce against her face. A low moan slipped out of me.

“It doesn’t bother me… but sometimes I feel very hot inside,” I whispered, trembling. “And my nipples get so sensitive…”

She closed her eyes for an instant. Her breathing quickened just a little, and I understood: she was aroused just as much as I was.

“That’s completely natural,” she said, sliding her hand down to my bare thigh. “What matters is learning to listen to your body. I’m here for that.”

Her fingers moved over my skin as if they already knew it. Slow, sure. I felt so wet that if she touched me down there, she’d find me soaked.

“Can you show me where you notice those reactions?” she whispered into my ear. Her voice caressed me more than her hands did.

It took me a moment to react. With my lips parted and my face burning, I brought a trembling hand to one of my breasts and squeezed it through the fabric.

“Here,” I murmured, gasping.

Then, without daring to look at her, I pointed to my crotch.

“And… here too.”

She sighed and stroked my cheek.

“You’re so sensitive… so wet…” she said very softly. “Let’s see what happens, all right?”

Her fingers went straight to the straps of my dress. And I, instead of stopping her, opened my legs a little wider without even realizing it.

***

She slid the straps off my shoulders and the fabric fell away without resistance, as if it knew it had to open. I clung to her coat, trembling, feeling my breasts come bare, heavy, taut, my nipples harder than ever.

“How lovely,” she whispered, with the roughest voice I had heard from her so far.

I couldn’t hold her gaze. I felt ashamed, but also a fire that left me breathless. She circled one of my breasts with her hand, stroking along the side, unhurriedly. I only moaned.

“Does it bother you if I touch it?” she asked, grazing the lower curve with the pads of her fingers.

“No… I don’t know,” I said, brokenly. “It’s like it burns inside.”

“Easy,” she murmured, drawing slow circles around the nipple without quite touching it. “Let’s find out.”

When she finally brushed it, I let out a strangled moan. My hips moved on their own, searching for something I didn’t know how to name. I pressed myself against her leg.

She leaned down slowly and placed a soft kiss on one of them. I shuddered all over. And then her mouth took over my breast as if it belonged to her. Her tongue traced every inch of skin, stopping at the nipple, sucking it with a hunger that undid me.

I was panting, writhing on her lap. I could no longer hide how wet I was. I felt the folds of my sex stuck together, throbbing, begging to be opened wider.

She stopped for a moment, looked me in the eyes, and said, in that voice that was already melting me:

“Now we’re going to examine what’s happening lower down too.”

My body trembled just from hearing it. It wasn’t a clinical proposal. It was a promise, tender and filthy at once.

***

She helped me to my feet. My dress, tied in a knot at my waist, ended up on the floor when she undid the sash. I was completely naked. My breasts bounced slightly, still wet from her kisses, and between my legs I could feel the moisture running down the insides of my thighs.

She looked at me without hiding it, slowly taking me in, like someone going over something they were about to savor. She stopped at my hips, at the glistening, warm mound, and bit her lip.

“You’re not wearing underwear,” she said, with a smile that made me boil.

“I almost never do,” I answered in a whisper, my face on fire.

She turned me gently, her hands at my waist, and I felt her gaze pinning itself to my back, to my bare buttocks. I was completely exposed. Then she turned me again, and I stood before her trembling, my sex soaked at the level of her face.

“So… is it down here that you feel that heat?” she asked, lowering her voice.

My legs were shaking, but I took another step, moving closer to her mouth. She looked at me with desire, her eyes moving from my wet lips to my embarrassed face. She knew exactly what she was doing to me.

And then she touched me. Her fingers were so soft, so warm, that I couldn’t hold back a moan. I opened on my own, instinctively, wanting her to see, to feel, not to stop.

“Breathe, my love,” she said, while her fingers carefully parted my lips. “I just want to help you understand what you’re feeling.”

And I swore that if her mouth touched me a little more, I would come too soon.

***

“If you’re nervous, I’ll show you on myself first,” she said, and began undoing the buttons of her blouse. “That way you won’t be scared.”

I was breathless. I watched her undress in front of me and felt the heat return in waves. The coat slipped from her shoulders, then the blouse. Beneath a white bra that barely contained her, her breasts came into view when she unfastened it: large, firm, with pink nipples as hard as mine.

“Doctor… you’re excited too,” I murmured, trembling.

She came closer and offered me her breast, so near I could feel her heat.

“Touch them, if you want. Compare them with yours. You’ll feel calmer.”

I raised my hands slowly. I rested my palms on her. They were soft, full of life, different from mine. I squeezed a little, without thinking, and she let out a sigh that was almost a moan.

“Will you give me some kisses like the ones I gave you?” she asked.

I didn’t hesitate. I leaned in and kissed one nipple, carefully, then the other. Her body shuddered. I ran my tongue over her slowly, tasting her, and I knew she was getting wet too while she took me in. My mouth closed over her breast, I sucked it, moistened it, and her breathing turned into panting.

“Thank you for being so good to me,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Then she sat in the armchair, completely naked, and signaled to me with her fingers.

“Come. Get closer.”

I knelt before her without thinking. Her legs were spread, her sex shining with moisture, her lips swollen. With one hand she was stroking herself, parting the folds as if offering them up.

“Will you kiss me first? That’ll make it easier,” she whispered.

I nodded. My voice wouldn’t come out. I leaned in and kissed her, slow, shy, but hot. She let out a muffled gasp, and I tasted her for the first time: warm, intense, unlike anything else. I gave her another kiss, then stuck out my tongue and ran it over her.

“You’re wet… just like me,” I said softly, surprised.

She smiled and stroked my hair.

“That’s desire, darling. You’re learning to recognize it. In me, and in you.”

I kept licking, first with fear, then with more confidence. I could feel her hips moving softly against my tongue, her moans becoming more frequent.

“Is it good like this?” I asked, my face between her thighs.

“You’re doing it perfectly,” she replied, caressing my cheek.

***

When she couldn’t take any more, she lifted me gently and had me lie back on the exam table. She arranged my legs open, kissed my stomach, my groin, my thighs, slowly edging toward the center of my heat.

And then her mouth arrived. It wasn’t a tender kiss: it was wet, deep, hungry. Her tongue began to move through my folds, parting them, tasting them. I clung to the sheets, unable to stay still. Every time she grazed my clitoris, it felt like she was splitting me in two.

“You’re very sensitive here,” she whispered, looking at me while she licked me. “Do you like it?”

“Yes, Doctor… so much,” I gasped, my voice in shreds.

Her fingers opened my inner lips, explored me. Then one slid inside, slow and precise. I gave a soft cry. My body clenched around it desperately, wanting more.

“Easy… I’m going to make you feel very good.”

And she did. She moved her finger at a perfect rhythm while her mouth stayed on my clit, sucking, circling her tongue. I could no longer speak. I felt a liquid heat climbing up my spine, unstoppable.

“Doctor… something’s happening to me,” I moaned.

“You’re about to finish, love. Don’t stop it. Let it out.”

I didn’t have to think about it. My body arched hard and I let out a deep moan without shame. The walls of my sex clenched around her finger, and her tongue did not stop, kept accompanying me while I trembled all over. I came with my face soaked, my legs open, my mouth open in an endless sound.

She climbed up my body, kissing my stomach, my breasts, my neck, until she was facing me.

“That was beautiful,” she whispered, and kissed me.

I felt my own taste in her mouth, and I liked it. It made me moan again.

“I’ve never felt like this before,” I told her, my eyes wet.

“And we’re only just beginning,” she answered, with a smile that set me on fire again.

***

After that, the office fell silent, but it wasn’t a cold silence. My body was still vibrating inside, my legs open, my thighs wet, my nipples sensitive as if they wanted more.

She stood without saying a word, moistened a soft towel in the sink in the corner, and came back to kneel between my legs. She began to clean me with slow, circular, almost reverent movements.

“Let me take care of you,” she murmured.

I was trembling, not from cold, but from the tenderness of the gesture. I looked down at her with my body open and vulnerable, and for the first time in a long time I felt no shame at all.

“You look beautiful like this, after pleasure,” she said, drying my belly.

I smiled, shyly, and bit my lip.

“Doctor… if I ever feel like this again… can I come back?”

She looked at me as if I had given her the best gift in the world. She leaned in, gave me a slow kiss, and whispered against my lips:

“You can call me whenever you want, Renata. It will be a pleasure to help you.”

She helped me get dressed as if I were something fragile. And before opening the door, she looked at me one last time, with a spark in her eyes.

“Take care of that body, all right? I want to see it again soon.”

I left the office with shaking legs and one certainty: I wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about her, or about everything her tongue had made me discover.