Pooja Ch. 02: Pooja has Desires

Author's Note:

This is a series of stories involving the titular character, a young woman named Pooja, and her various sexual adventures. The stories are themed, mainly, around the evolution of her sexual activity. Each chapter is somewhat lengthy and detailed, but it's my hope such detail will provide a richer experience for you, the reader, as you truly get an extensive look inside of Pooja's head.

Further, the stories are written in an intended order and it's highly recommended you read them as such. Obviously, you are free to proceed as you please, and I'm grateful you'd read any of them at all, but you'll get a much fuller and more rewarding picture if you follow the stories in their natural order.

These tales are my first attempt at story writing of any kind. I welcome all comments, suggestions and criticism.

Enjoy!

Thanks tooldnakeddad for editing.

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Sameer, Pooja's father, is a professor at a university in Boston, and Kamala, Pooja's mother, is a retired software engineer. Pooja is their elder daughter and she has a younger brother, Arjun. Sameer and Kamala had been working in the USA for over nineteen years before their parents had arranged their marriage. Sameer and Kamala are strict parents but they only enforce some rules and they aren't interfering parents, at all.

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The Day After Pooja's Gyno Visit

Pooja awoke to her alarm at six o'clock in the morning. She'd started her senior year of high school a few months ago, but yesterday was special to her because it was the first time she'd visited a gynecologist. It was a sweet surprise, actually, because what she thought would be a regular doctor's visit gave wings to a desire she'd suppressed for quite some time.

She was wearing her silk nightgown, which barely covered her thighs. After she'd awakened, she'd stretched her arms and took a deep breath. When she'd moved the blanket to one side of the bed, cold air kissed the outer lips of her vagina from which a small thread was hanging out. It was that time of the month for her.

She went into the bathroom, pulled the tampon out, using the hanging thread, and sat on the toilet. While sitting on the toilet, Pooja replayed her Gyno visit in her brain. It brought a naughty smile to her face and she bit her lower lip. Kamala had talked to her PCP and arranged for a Gynecologist visit for Pooja although she didn't tell Pooja anything about it except she'd undergo a physical examination.

Pooja was informed, on the Sunday prior, about her Wednesday appointment. Her mom had asked her to call the hospital for guidelines on the visit but Pooja thought it was a regular weight and vitals check so she didn't call the hospital until Tuesday, the day before the appointment.

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The Day of Pooja's Gyno Visit

After waking up at six o'clock in the morning, as she always did, she stripped her panties and nightgown off. Standing in front of the full-length mirror, in her bedroom, she took a minute to look at her naked body. She didn't have a clue it'd be the day she'd be presenting her intimate parts to a person she didn't know.

Pooja received the instruction booklet, by email, from the hospital after she'd called them on Tuesday. That same evening, she settled at her desk, in her room, and went over it before her first-time Gynecologist visit the next day. She was shocked when she read she'd be stripping and showing her most intimate parts to the doctor.

But the shock didn't last for more than a minute. An excitement, she hadn't felt before, took over her body as she read the instructions. The main thing she understood was to dress comfortably so she could easily strip and show herself to the doctor.

Pooja stood there watching herself in the mirror. A small thread hung from her vagina between her nice, soft and toned legs that accentuated her firm, pinchable butt and wide hips. The doctor's appointment made her more self-conscious and she lifted her right foot onto the top of the dresser, beside the mirror, and took a minute to examine her vagina.

There was some hair above her moist slit which she trimmed only when it became too long. As Pooja walked into the bathroom, her soft, round, firm breasts jiggled a little, asserting their prominence. She pulled the thread, threw the tampon into the dustbin and started brushing her teeth.

Afterwards, she removed the trimmer from the shelf and jumped into the shower where she trimmed her pubes because she didn't want to embarrass herself in front of the doctor. After her shower, she toweled her body dry then sat on one end of the bed, applied body lotion, as she usually did, and began getting dressed.

She knew the instructions told her to dress so it'd be easy for her to strip naked so she thought for a minute and decided to wear a comfortable pair of blue, skinny jeans, over her Victoria's secret cheeky panties, a cable knit sweater over her perfect coverage bra and a grey beanie.

"Are you ready for the Gyno visit?" Kamala casually asked as she poured Pooja's cereal into a bowl.

"Yes. But, Mom, do I have to do this, now?"

She was excited for different reasons, but didn't want her mother to know, of course.

"Look, Pooja, you're not a baby, anymore. These visits are a standard part of a woman's life and you're already late. Some people start having these appointments as early as fifteen years old."

"Whatever, Mom," she mumbled with a mouth full of cereal.

"Besides, Dr. Tanaz is very experienced. She'll take good care of you. I want to set-up this routine before you leave for college. It's something all women do on a yearly basis."

Pooja didn't pay full attention to what Kamala was saying, finished her breakfast and drove to school.

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The familiar sound of the school bell pierced Pooja's ears as she walked through the hallway to the English class. As she looked around, she saw students kissing, a jock teasing a cheerleader as she liberally applied her bubblegum flavored lip gloss to her, already shiny, lips and two girls shoving books into their lockers, giggling flirtatiously as they glanced over their shoulders at the group of boys ogling them.

Pooja felt it would be nice to have someone to love. Someone to hold hands with as she walked through the halls, to text during class and giggle every time her phone lit up and his name appeared, but she wasn't naive. She went through three and a half years of high school with three friends and a best friend. No boyfriends, or anything close to a mutual crush for that matter, and she was truly fine with it...at least, that's what she'd told herself.

Minutes later, she arrived at her English class and was greeted by the ever-so-friendly glare of Mrs. Cooper, her English teacher. Pooja threw her bag onto her desk and slumped into her chair. She was lost in thought, scrolling her Twitter feed, for a minute, before she looked around to see the class was nearly full.

"Look!" Elena eagerly whispered, pointing towards the doorway, while trying to get Pooja's attention.

There he was, decked out in his navy-blue varsity jacket that stretched over his broad shoulders, black-striped jeans and his backpack slung lazily over one shoulder.

"How's it going, Pooja?"

His voice was deep and flirty as he gave her one of his killer smiles, exposing his perfect white teeth. She looked down at her book as her cheeks turned red. Morgan Vincent had that effect on many girls, but if there was one girl he wanted, before high school ended and they'd gone their separate ways to college, it was her.

There was a reason for that. Morgan never had a serious girlfriend. Sure, he was a flirt and was surrounded by beautiful girls and he'd slept with two of them...that much Pooja knew. Pooja always brushed off her feelings for Morgan in a light way. Sure, he was attractive, no doubt about that.

She felt awkward because Morgan knew of her crush on Isaac. So, Pooja avoided Morgan, but he had other plans. Isaac had almost any girl he wanted. Morgan wanted to have the girl Isaac, himself, couldn't...whatever the reason may be. Besides, he thought Pooja was hot...an exotic special.

"Everyone is talking to their prom dates!" announced Elena to the friends' group during lunch.

Pooja immediately sensed trouble. She knew all of her friends had someone they were seeing and whom they would go with.

"And?" teased the always enthusiastic Elena.

Pooja shook her head in disapproval.

"What?"

"I have to find out something from Betty," Elena said.

Betty was a cheerleader who, somehow, knew everything going on in the school, thanks to her friendship with everyone in the class, except very few.

"And what's that?" Jess asked, curiously.

"You know. Betty told me Morgan is going to ask Pooja to the prom," grinned Elena as she raised her eyebrows.

"Shut up, Elena!" Pooja brushed off her friend.

"Why do you do this, Pooja? What's wrong with you? He's cute and you know he has a crush on you. Why do you keep denying this to yourself?" Elena retorted to her friend.

"OK. We'll talk about it if, and when, he asks me. OK?" Pooja, abruptly, put an end to the conversation.

"Hmmm! Someone's going to show her goods to a stranger. That must be exciting!" Elena teased Pooja.

After dinner, they calmed down and walked together after hearing about Pooja's afternoon appointment. Pooja was excited, but did not reveal the full excitement to her friend.

"It's only a doctor's visit!" she said as they went to the lockers.

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Both excitement and dread overcame Pooja as she drove towards the doctor's office. 'What will happen? What will it be like to be touched by a real person?' After her father gifted her with a smart phone, she'd started watching random porn videos, by herself, for the first time.

Previously, she'd watched them when she visited Elena's home, although rarely during school breaks, on her friend's phone when Elena would show a video that was widely shared among her friends.

Pooja took a liking to one type of video, in particular...the type where a random guy forces a girl, on the road, to give him head. There was something about those videos that got her really wet! As she drove, she was thinking about the last video she watched.

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The friendly blonde nurse handed her a clip board and showed the blank where she needed Pooja's signature.

"OK, Pooja, fill out this paperwork and please sign it, here, after you're done."

Pooja sat down in the waiting room and filled out the forms. She waited five more minutes, after she returned the signed forms to the nurse, before she was led, by the same nurse, to the exam room.

Pooja looked around. There was a table, covered with white paper and one small pillow, in the center of the room. She noticed stirrups on the table although they were retracted at the time, and she involuntarily shuddered.

"Here's a gown. Remove all of your clothing (including your panties, bra and socks), put it on and tie it in the front. Dr. Fahim will be in, within a few minutes," the skinny old bag of a nurse instructed her.

"Dr. Fahim? No, Dr. Tanaz! I have an appointment with Dr. Tanaz, not Dr. Fahim!" Pooja called out.

"Dr. Tanaz fell off of her stairs and has been on leave since last week. Dr. Fahim, and others, are covering for her. We're doing the best we can to accommodate Dr. Tanaz's patients. Dr. Fahim is very experienced and has very positive reviews. Besides, you must've received an email, about a week back, giving you the option to rebook if you wanted to," the blonde nurse told Pooja and left the room after Pooja went silent.

Pooja stripped naked and her pert melons jiggled as if in excitement to finally receive the touch of a man. She grabbed the skimpy hospital gown and tied it in the front as instructed. She felt and heard the paper crinkle under her ass as sat down on the table. Her hands trembled, the cold made her nipples constrict and she was self-conscious of her hard, little mounds.

Finally, there was a knock at the door and it slowly opened. Dr. Fahim stuck his head inside of the door, entered the room and shut the door behind him. His black hair was graying at the temples and his side burns were too long and his brown eyes had a kind look towards her.

"Hello, Pooja! So, you're here for your first pelvic exam. Is that correct?" he said with a smile.

"Yes," was all she was able to say, glancing at him and then down at her hands.

"All right, then. Do you have any questions for me before we get started?" he asked.

"No, no questions. My mom wants me to go on the pill. That's all I had," Pooja replied, feeling her face become hot and red.

"Sure. We'll get that sorted out after the exam. The nurse will give you instructions and you can collect the medicine, at the pharmacy, on your way out. Let's get started, shall we?" he said, moving towards her.

"I'm going to start with your breast exam. We're going to check for any lumps or bumps...anything that may be a problem. You should perform your own breast exam, each and every month, and let me know if you notice changes of any kind."

She tried to breathe shallowly as his hands slowly untied the gown covering her breasts and expertly rolled it down to her waist, leaving her completely topless. He moved her long, dark hair off of her breasts and towards her back.

"Please lie back on the table."

Then his hands were all over her breasts, touching and rubbing them...oh! She felt her arousal building and desperately tried to hide it. Desire rippled through her as his eyes coursed over her body, taking in her every curve.

Pooja longed to feel his mouth suck on both of her nipples, really hard, making them grow long and erect, she had to fight the desire to grab his head and pull his hot, wet lips to one of her breasts. Wow, she hadn't known she'd had such pent-up desires.

"Time for the pelvic exam," he announced.

There was a slight difference in his voice. 'Is he as nervous about this whole thing as I am?' she wondered. 'Sure, I've done this for years, but rarely do I get to see such an exotic beauty!' he thought as he firmly pulled the dreaded stirrups out of the table.

"All right, can you scoot your rear end to the end of the table?"

She moved her way down until she felt the cold end of the table under her ass.

"OK, now, put your feet into the stirrups," he instructed her.

While he pulled up the gown that was covering her bottom half, she felt embarrassed as she bent her knees and placed her feet into the cold, metal stirrups. Her knees were together and he couldn't help but laugh. He had a very attractive, Middle-Eastern laugh that nearly made her swoon.

"Now, Pooja, I need you to relax your knees and legs and let your legs fall open. There we go," he said.

He was seated on a little stool, on wheels, between her legs. Her freshly shaven pussy, glistening with her juices, was literally inches away from his mouth. Pooja immediately looked down to hide her face and she saw her pink ruffled panties on the stark hospital floor below her.

"I'm going to start by examining your labia...the outer and inner lips of your vagina. They look good and healthy," he explained as he rubbed her pussy lips, inspecting them all over.

He peeled open the outer lips to reveal the small lips, clitoris and pussy hole beneath. She wondered, 'Can he smell my musky odor? Does he like it? Does he want to lick my wet pussy lips?' She felt like grabbing his head and pulling it into her treasure.

"This is a speculum, Pooja. I'm going to insert this into your vagina and then crank it open so I can look at your cervix. Then I'll use a long Q-tip to insert and scrape a small sample from your cervix. That's the Pap smear. The sample will be sent to a pathologist, who will check it for any abnormalities such as cancer. That's why these annual pelvic exams are very important."

He moved the speculum towards her tight little hole. 'I wonder if it's going to hurt since I've never been fucked before? Most people, my age, probably already had some experience in that regard,' she thought.

"OK, I'm applying some lubricant so the speculum will go in easier," he said, nervously, as he spread an ointment around and into her fuck hole.

"All right, you're going to feel some pressure, now, as I insert the speculum into your vagina," he said.

He spread her wide and slid a long, thick metal object inside of her. It was uncomfortable and she couldn't help but let out a small gasp as the speculum reached all of the way inside of her. 'This must be how it feels to get fucked,' she thought.

"OK, I need to ratchet the speculum open," he said as he cranked it open, making it hurt her.

'How much longer will this go on?' she wondered. He grabbed one of the long Q-tips, inserted it inside of the speculum and she felt a cramping type of sensation as he swiped some cells off of her cervix. Her legs trembled in the stirrups as the big metal speculum hung out of her pussy.

"Ok, that's it for today. You can get dressed and the nurse will go over the birth control instructions with you. I hope it wasn't as bad as you might have imagined. Have a good rest of your day," he announced, making her feel relieved. He was so nice and professional.

After he picked up his folder and left the room, she dressed, collected the birth control pills, after the nurse gave her some basic instructions, and started to drive home.

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As she drove home, she felt as if she'd received a new lease on life. The exams weren't bad and the male Gyno was a shock that turned into a blessing in disguise. Never in her wildest dreams had she thought a handsome, Middle-Eastern man in his mid-forties, would open her most intimate parts and inspect her privates, finger her and fondle her!

She reached her home, undressed until she was naked, slipped into a camisole night dress and sat on the bean bag chair where she relived every delicious detail of her doctor's visit for a while.

She simply couldn't get the guy out of her head...she fantasized Dr. Fahim sucking her tits and licking every square inch of her body! She lifted her chemise to the middle of her stomach, spread her legs and thought of what he'd done to her. Her breasts felt achy and she felt her hard nipples rubbing against her silk gown.

She was wishing he was there, between her legs or, preferably, on top of her, giving her the only thing she wanted. She moved her hands to her chest and impatiently flattened her nipples as if to tell them to behave.

She'd always liked her large, firm and, yet, very soft and sensitive breasts. He seemed to have liked them, too, as he spent a great deal of time giving them attention by caressing, fondling and squeezing them with his expert hands. If only he'd lowered his mouth to kiss, lick and gently bite them!

As those thoughts flowed through her mind, her fingertips gently imitated what he should have done...pinched and rubbed her large nipples. As she teased herself, she began to get very turned on, her breath became faster, her legs drifted apart and her clit tingled, demanding attention.

Suddenly, she realized what was happening, pulled her hands away, slipped out of her chemise and went to the bathroom. She waited while the water warmed for her shower and when it was steaming, she stepped in and sighed as the water cascaded over her body...that was nice.

She soaped her body with the luxurious bubbles, impatiently stopping when she realized she was paying more attention, than was wise, to her breasts and pussy. After she was covered with suds, she glanced at the removable showerhead she'd used, in the past, to achieve wonderful orgasms.

She hesitated, but her desires took over, she reached up and removed it. She turned the setting to pulse and began to rinse the soap from her creamy skin. She paused, when the squirting jets reached her breasts, and concentrated the flow there for a few moments. 'Oh, that feels nice!'