Chapter 8: Chapter 8

It felt like my bottom was antsy that I couldn't stay in a single position a minute. I got so nervous about having to spread my legs in front of a doctor. I never considered my still being a virgin a problem until Ara made it appear grave in front of her friend. Mitch turned out to be not just a doctor but a specialist in the fields of  Obstetrics and Gynecology. Mitch was ten years Ara's senior, but they were close friends in their provincial hometown.

"Ma'am Yen Ramos, please follow me," Dr. Mitch's secretary called out from the doorway of another room. I was in a sitting room of her clinic, and on the wall across from me were closed doors leading to inspection rooms.

Once I was inside the room, she led me to a hydraulic OB Delivery Table. Just seeing the leg holder where I had to place each of my legs in a widespread position made me nervous.

I found it hard to imagine that someone else, other than my husband,  would look at my genitals in full view, even if the person would be a doctor.

"Ma'am, since you are wearing a dress, just please remove your panties," she smiled, and I was already melting in shame, even before I did it.

I removed my panties and folded them before placing them inside the pocket of my dress. Then, the secretary assisted me in lying down on the bed, with my back flat on the hard cushion. She then spread a sheet to cover me before picking each of my legs and placed it on the holder. I winced in shame in thinking that behind the sheet, the inner lips between my inner thighs were smiling.

"Hi, Yen!" I was so focused on the inconvenience that I did not notice Mitch opening the door and coming in.

"Dr. Mitch, hi!" I smiled shyly, and she chuckled.

She turned sideways, and I saw her donning a pair of gloves. "Don't be shy, Yen. This is my job, and I do this every day."

Facing back at me, she walked over to the bed's foot part and stopped at the edge of the table. I then held my breath as she opened the sheet and exposed my naked pussy.

"I'm going to insert my fingers to see if there's any resistance."

I bit my lip as I felt a long, gloved finger piercing inside my vagina. After moving her finger in a circular motion, she then pulled it out, but she came back with two fingers afterward.

While pushing and rotating them further inside, her thumb unintentionally pressed my clit. I felt pleasure for a moment, and I wondered how better would be the pleasure if her finger were a fully-erected dick. Removing her fingers after exploring inside, she took off the gloves and threw them on a bin. She then glanced at me, then let out a smile.

"You may now fix yourself, then please follow me on my table. We are going to talk about it."

I nodded silently then she went out, giving me unnecessary privacy. She had already seen and touched me, so what was there to hide?

"Yen, I see no problem in your vaginal structure. You don't have that kind of hymen that needs a surgical blade to cut it open. You may not be aware of it, but it had already opened up a long time ago."

I narrowed my gaze as I looked at her. "Why does it hurt so much, and why does he finds it hard to penetrate?"

"Because of your fear and reluctance."

"What do you mean? We tried it many times already."

"I think you are frigid."

The word frigid best defines a cold woman in bed or someone unable or unwilling to be sexually aroused. But I'm never that kind of a woman!

"No!" I screamed inside. I even love sex!

"Yen, how many times do you do it?"

"Hmmn-"

"You may not answer me," she said,  cutting me off before I could open up my mouth to speak.

"A newly-wed couple often does it at least three times a day."

Oh, heavens! We even stopped before we finished one. I mean, my husband always stopped even if I scream in pain in just one entry. He would then hug me tight, and every time he'd do it, I'd felt his hard shaft poking against my lower back.

I admired him for being considerate. I really felt that he was holding his desire so that I wouldn't feel bad for being unable to fulfill him. He wouldn't let me feel how badly he wanted sex because I might get offended.

"Yen? Are you still with me?" I jolted in my seat when I realized I got lost in my thought. Who wouldn't get lost when you are just diagnosed as being frigid?

"I'm sorry, doc. Is this problem irreversible?"

"It depends upon the causative factor. But if it is because of a mindset you have been living with since childhood, it could be corrected through counseling."

I stared at her, wondering what she meant. Why would I need counseling?

"Somewhere in the deep recesses of your mind, you consider sex as sin. And because you see it as something forbidden, you also feel that you're doing something sinful if you allow yourself to enjoy it fully. It could be because you grow up in a conservative family or some religious groups that discouraged pre-marital sex."

"Of course, pre-marital sex is wrong, but the name you put into it keeps you from seeing later that sex is a gift between married couples. Yen, you are married now. So, do what it takes to enjoy sex because one of our duties as spouses is to fulfill our mates sexually."

I nodded, but still, I couldn't quite understand why she seemed to blame me.

"Why not watch porn movies together with your husband? Use visual stuff to stimulate you. Then, come back to me after one month, and if you're still a virgin by that time, I'll prescribe some medication to address your psychological problem."

When I relayed this experience to Ara, she couldn't stop giggling.

"You should buy an edible thong!"