A Cheater's Regret (Chapter 1) - Sex Stories

A Cheater's Regret (Chapter 1)

... nurse continues. “But if you finish this study successfully, you'll get off with a clean slate.” I nod. “But if you don't follow direction or comply with the program rules, you will be disqualified, and all charges reinstated.” I stare back at her, afraid to look away. “The doctor will be with you shortly.” With that, the nurse turns on her heels and walks out. I jump as the door slams shut. That bitch Melanie, this is all her fault! I know damn well she's the one who reported me. No one else knew I wrote Matthew's report, so who else could it have been? I slip out of my turtleneck sweater and skirt and fold them neatly on the chair sitting beside the examination table. Surprisingly, the room's temperature actually isn't too bad. Southern California gets warm winters anyways, so I guess I shouldn't be too surprised. All that's left is my bra and panties. God, I hope nothing too embarrassing happens to me today. I reach behind my back and unhook my bra. My nipples perk up as the warm air washes over them. I pause for a moment, and then slide my panties off. I look down over myself. I had made sure to shave and groom myself today – as if it matters in this place. It’s a matter of pride I guess. To my embarrassment, I feel a slight tingle of excitement shooting up between my thighs. I've always known I have a bit of an exhibitionist streak in me, but never strong enough for me to ever even think about acting on it. But I still can't help but find a guilty thrill in all this. ...

... Pushing away the dirty thoughts, I pick up the gown. To my pleasant surprise, it isn't one of those dreadful hospital gowns that barely what needs to be covered, it’s a nice silky little robe. It is a lot shorter than I would like, but better than what I thought I was going to get. I pick up the clipboard. The questions start out pretty basic. Sex? Female, duh. Do I drink? No. Do I smoke? Nope, thank God. Sexual orientation? Uh... straight. Yup straight. Am I on any medication? No. Allergies? No. Have I had sex before? Ugh… I answer “yes.” How many sexual partners have I had before? I answer “one.” I only had one serious relationship in high school – with the boy who took my virginity. But we broke up when I left for college. Have I ever had an orgasm? I stared at the question, unsure if I had read it correctly the first time. Yup, they're really asking that. Ah well. I answer “yes.” When did I last have an orgasm? Ugh, alright... three months ago. How do I typically reach orgasm? As sweet as my boyfriend was, I was never able to get an orgasm with him. I circle “masturbation” and drop the clipboard on the examination table. Well, that was awkward. How the hell did I get into this? When I lost my job, I needed to make money somehow. My phone was turned off, my car payment and insurance was past due... I was in deep trouble. Then Matthew, dumb jock and douche of the year, offered to pay me $50 to write his English paper. Easy enough. I completely half-assed it, but he came back ...