One Hot Night by Megan West

said. “In what way?”

 
    “Well, I guess I
just kind of wished there was someone in real life who could make me feel like
the dreams do. Someone who’d know how to do those things safely but still give
me the experience. Like you did with the...uhm...anal sex?”

 
    Dr. Franklin
winked at her. “Anal training would be the more technical term. But, yes, I do
understand what you mean.”

 
    “And,” she added,
rushing ahead, “it seems like it was already hard enough to find a man I could
enjoy being with. All this weirdness is just going to make it that much
harder.”

 
    “Or, now that you
have better knowledge about what you need, maybe it could be easier?” he
suggested.

 
    “I guess I’m still
not entirely confident this is the real me. It’s so hard to believe this is my
life now. Like I’ve been told I have a chronic disease or something.”

 
    “Well, that’s why
you’re here. We can do some more testing and come to a conclusive result. But,
I assure you, either way, your sexuality is not a disease. And you are very
brave taking steps many people refuse to even consider and who end up going
through their entire lives depressed and unsatisfied. Be proud of who you are
and what you’re doing.”

 
    Feeling a bit
calmer, she smiled at him, very grateful he was the one helping her with all of
this.

 
    “Okay, I’m going
to go out and let you get undressed. Take off everything you feel comfortable
removing. There’s a robe behind the door. Knock twice when you’re all set.”

 
    After last week
there really wasn’t anything she felt she needed to conceal, especially after
her careful preparations that morning. She took off her dress and underwear
before slipping into the soft, cotton robe provided. Taking a deep breath, she
knocked on the door.

 
    When he came in, she
had gotten on the exam table and was sitting with her hands tucked between her
legs and her ankles crossed. She felt shy, but excited as well and wondered
what the exam would bring.

 
    Dr. Franklin sat
on the rolling stool and moved it closer. Gently he placed his hands on her
knees and coaxed her into separating her legs. When she pulled them apart, he
moved the robe out of his way, exposing her pussy completely. Next, he inserted
his finger into her pussy and probed around the soft opening.

 
    “I see you’re
already aroused. Your own natural lubricants are abundant and your clitoris is
swollen.” He removed his finger and showed her how it glistened in the light.

 
    Jennifer blushed,
but didn’t say anything. Her heart was beating fast. His entirely clinical
touch was turning her on so fast it was mortifying.

 
    “Go ahead and lie
back. Instead of using stirrups, you can place your feet on the table as close
to your rear as you can and let your legs remain apart.”

 
    She obeyed
quickly, glad she could stare up at the ceiling while he continued the exam.
Once she was in position, he swirled his finger inside her pussy and then
probed her anus, slipping only the tip of his finger in. Jennifer wanted to
squirm, but managed to keep still. Despite being uncomfortable, she couldn’t
say it hurt.

 
    “If you decide
you’d like to partake in anal sex regularly, eventually you may be able to take
a penis into your anus with little or no lubricant without worrying about
injury.”

 
    His finger
withdrew, and he went over to the sink and washed his hands while Jennifer
thought about what he said. She had no idea if she could ever handle full on
anal sex. What they had done at her first appointment had overwhelmed her
entirely, and she still wasn’t sure she had liked it, even if it had aroused
her more than anything else.

 
    “Do I have to do
anal?” she asked.

 
    He walked back to
her and met her concerned gaze. “Absolutely not. You don’t have to do anything
you truly don’t want to do. However, your dreams suggest pushing the limits is
part of what arouses you. If you