Lesbian Anatomy: Phony Doctor

When the doctor leaves Whitney Wright in her room for the night, Charlotte Stokely watches from the doorway. Her eyes trace Whitney's body. She spots white coats nearby, slips one on, drapes a stethoscope around her neck, and steps inside with a plan. Charlotte's hands shake as she introduces herself as the new doctor. Whitney looks puzzled but doesn't argue. Charlotte presses the cold metal to her chest and takes a full handful of breast while she listens. Your shirt's in the way, she says. Take it off. Whitney complies. Charlotte's fingers roll both nipples between thumb and forefinger, then she smiles. Good response. They're sensitive. She tells her to lie back and proceeds to massage the smooth skin of her inner thighs, asking about pain. None, Whitney answers. Then pull the skirt up, Charlotte directs. Her hand glides over Whitney's flat stomach, stops just above the thin fabric of her panties. The stethoscope's next stop is right between Whitney's legs. She presses it there, feels the warmth through the thin cotton. Whitney doesn't flinch. Instead she sits up, lifts her hips, and shimmies out of everything. Clothes gone, she lies back open, ready. Charlotte smirks. Exactly what the doctor ordered.