It was my sophomore year at college and my favorite class was architecture. I usually got to class early, just in anticipation of finally a class in the subject that I was majoring in. From the first day of class, Jill would spend the time before class started by sitting next to me and finding some topic to keep me engaged in conversation. Jill was quite attractive and interesting, but, well, just not my type. I am only 5' 8” and Jill must be at least 5' 10”. I have always since early teens, preferred petite girls. I always went for the five foot or shorter, and a girl that was four inches taller than I was probably intimidating even if she was beautiful. Beside that, Jill was very hands y and would always find some need to touch my hand or arm , or brush something off my clothing. But, she persisted and we met this way, three days a week.

This went on for a couple of months and we actually became friends. She was quite pretty and feminine with a very nice personality. One Friday, I noticed she looked particularly “frazzled” and distracted. I asked if she was OK and got a not very convincing yes. Then suddenly and almost in tears, she said “no”. It was just the two of us in the classroom still, and she started explaining.

She had a medical problem in a personal area. She wasn't specific, but it was obviously a “girl thing” and she was scared. Class started, so we cut off our discussion until after class. The weather was nice, and we took a long walk together. Her problem was sudden and painful. She had no idea what the cause was and had no family to talk with. She had made an appointment with a doctor that she had never met and was scared to death to actually go to him. He had agreed to fit her in at the end of his day on Monday. She practically begged me to go with her Monday afternoon. I had to say yes.

After my last class I drove to her apartment to pick her up. She looked terrible and said she hadn't slept much all weekend. Jill hung onto my arm all the way to the gyn's office. She held my hand as we walked into the office. The nurse took her insurance card and handed her the papers to fill out. She apologized that she had to leave to pick up her child from childcare.. Soon the doctor came out from his office and said that he was glad that I had come too as he didn't like to see patients without a chaperon present. I think he believed I was the husband.

The doctor invited us back to his exam room and told Jill to strip below her waist and get into the chair. I was stunned to see Jill undress with me standing right beside her. We were friends but I had only been with her in public places. Jill removed her panties and sat in the exam chair covering her lap with the drape that was on the seat. I sat in a chair to the side and Jill asked me to hold her hand. Without a knock, the doctor came into the room.

He turned on the large exam light and tossed the drape covering Jill on a table, leaving Jill quite exposed. I tried to look at Jill's face and not her well trimmed bush. We watched the doctor put on gloves and I could not stop thinking of all the places those hands had been. The doctor stood between Jill's legs and spread her labia with his fingers. Jill had her eyes closed and a terrified look on her face. Her grip on my hand got even tighter. I watched as he ran his fingers slowly over both sides of her labia, peered into her vagina and retracted her clitoral hood. I was hard as a rock and glad Jill had her eyes closed so that she would not see where I was looking.

The doctor broke the silence by saying to me “See this here? This little lump on her labia is a cyst that is causing all her problems”.. “I usually have my nurse to assist, but if you will help, we can take care of that right now”. Jill opened her eyes and looking at me without making a sound, mouthed the word please.

I think I had to say yes or Jill would have crushed my hand. I said “OK”. The doctor told me to wash my hands and helped me put on a pair of rubber gloves. We both put on masks and he got a tray of instruments from a cabinet and then sprayed purple antiseptic over Jill's vulva while I held her labia out of the way. He made six or eight injections of local anesthetic all around the small gray bump that he called a cyst. I watched Jill's face and her terror seemed to be fading but her eyes were closed again. I had gotten so interested in the process that my erection was gone. The doctor made several careful strokes with a scalpel and lifted the cyst out . I was surprised how little blood leaked out. I kept holding Jill's labia pulled back while the doctor put three stitches to close the wound and cleaned up the blood. He said we were done and I could let her labia close back up. I don't know why but I leaned over and kissed Jill for the first time ever. Jill opened her eyes and said “thank you”. The doctor said Jill could get dressed as soon as she felt steady enough to stand up. Then he said “ only anal sex for two weeks and then you can come back and I will teach you how to take the stitches out”.