When I was driving Jill to her apartment, I offered to take her to dinner. She declined and only wanted to take the pain pill that the doctor had given to her and go to bed. I thought that would be the end of my involvement and that I would never hear any more about it. Boy was I wrong.

Before class on Monday, she could not wait to tell me about her progress with the pain and how she was constantly remembering the whole experience at the doctor's office. She kept repeating how she felt as she removed her panties with me watching. How she felt as she got on the table and the doctor spread her legs to go in the stirrups. How the lamp beam felt so warm between her legs. I got harder from her description than I had when it was happening right in front of me. As the week wore on, her pain went away and I thought the topic would be dropped, but the subject only changed to how exposed she had felt as the two of us had poked around in what had previously been a private area. Jill asked me to drive her to her appointment to have the stitches removed.

Jill had requested the end of the day appointment and the doctor had allowed his nurse to leave on time to pick up her kids. The three of us walked into his exam room together. Without being asked, Jill removed her skirt and shoes. OK yes, the doctor and I watched as she slid her panties off and sat on the end of the exam table. The view was surprising. Two weeks ago , Jill had a neatly trimmed but full bush. The change was dramatic. The top was trimmed to a small area above the clitoris and from her slit on down was freshly waxed. Her outer labia were as smooth as a baby's butt and still slightly pink from the waxing. Jill asked me to help lift her legs into the stirrups and her lovely legs looked so nice that I had to brush my hands across her bare thighs. I looked at Jill and her eyes were wide open and she had a big smile on her lips. When she lay back on the table, her little pink anus was clearly visible. I had the strongest urge to poke my finger into it, but thought I had better not with the doctor watching.

The doctor and I washed our hands and put on the latex gloves. I moved to the side of the table to let the doctor get between Jill's legs. He spread he labia and peered at the stitches. He told Jill that she had healed nicely and we could remove the stitches. He got a pair of tweezers and scissors. He asked me if I wanted to do the stitch removal. I looked at Jill and she was shaking her head “yes”. I said “sure”. The doctor pulled Jill's labia apart until I could see the stitches. He had me pull each knot with the tweezers and cut each stitch. Jill was getting very wet. If she had been standing, it would have been running down her leg by the time I had cut the last stitch. I looked at Jill's face and she was still smiling. I think I was too.