Getting Something Off Her Chest

Patty sits on the exam table, blouse open, chest tight with the same dull ache that has followed her for weeks. Dr. Cooper greets her with a steady hand and a glance that lingers half a second longer than professional. Then the doctor turns to her clipboard and begins the routine questions, voice cool and clipped. Fingers press beneath Patty’s collarbone, trace the red grooves left by elastic that has bitten into flesh all day. When the doctor asks her to stand and lift her arms, the strain shows clearly—skin pinched, breathing shallow. Dr. Cooper nods once, decisive. “Your bra is two sizes too small,” she says. “Take it off.” Patty hesitates only long enough to feel the doctor’s gaze hold hers, then reaches back. The clasp gives; the cups fall away. Heavy breasts settle into open air, marked with faint lines and a sheen of sweat. The relief is instant and audible—a soft sigh that slips between her lips. Dr. Cooper’s stethoscope hangs forgotten around her neck. She steps closer, palms open, and cups the undersides as if weighing them. Thumbs sweep over stiffening nipples, once, twice. Patty’s breath catches. The doctor’s touch shifts from clinical to deliberate; she rolls each nipple between gentle fingers until Patty arches into the contact. They move together without another word. Patty leans back on the table, legs parting, and Dr. Cooper follows, mouth finding the slope of one breast, then the other, tongue circling slowly. Fingers slide lower, parting slick folds, easing inside with a careful curl. Patty’s hips lift to meet each stroke, breasts swaying with the motion, nipples glistening from the doctor’s attention. The exam room fills with the wet sound of fingers working deeper, Patty’s soft gasps, the low hum Dr. Cooper makes against heated skin. When release finally rolls through her, it starts in her chest—nipples tightening, back bowing—and spreads downward until her thighs tremble around the doctor’s wrist. Dr. Cooper stays close, lips pressed to the rapid flutter beneath Patty’s sternum, until the last aftershock fades.