Dr. Olin was known by his colleagues for his gentleness and his ability to make his patients feel very comfortable. They always seemed to leave his office with a smile. What they didn't know was what caused them to smile that way, the feelings of bliss you were sure to feel after a visit to the gentle physician. Theodore Olin was about mid- fifties they guessed, tall and thin, with silver hair that was still as full as a younger man's, which he kept long and tied back in a ponytail. He had kind, gentle emerald eyes that shone with concern to make each patient feel as good as possible.

But Dr. Olin had no wife. He just had never found the right person. He never complained about loneliness to anyone, however. He never seemed to complain about anything. He just wanted to please other people.

One day, a young woman came into his office, just as they were about to close, complaining of stomach pains and nausea. She had no appointment.

"You'll have to make an appointment," the nurse told the despondent girl, who appeared about twenty.

"I just moved here..." She winced a little. "I started feeling this way earlier. I was driving by and saw this office and thought..." She trailed off.

"Well, I'm sorry, but-"

"I'll see her," Dr. Olin interrupted. He was looking at the girl worriedly.

The nurse sighed. "Dr. Olin, I really must get home. I have to-"

"It's alright," he answered. "You may go home. I can see the young lady without you here," he looked at her, "if it is alright with her."

The young woman slowly nodded. Something about him eased her nervousness. Plus her stomach was really hurting.

The nurse shrugged and left the office.

Dr. Olin came over to the young woman and offered his hand with a gentle smile. "I'm Dr. Olin."

She shook it slowly. "Kally," she replied.

"Alright, Kally, why don't we go back to the exam room and see what's wrong?"

Kally nodded slowly and allowed him to lead her into the exam room, where he handed her a gown and said he'd be back soon. Slowly, she undressed completely, put on the exam gown, and waited just another two minutes before he knocked softly on the door and then entered the room again.

"Alright, let's just have you lie back," he said softly, and helped her to lie down, then put on a pair of exam gloves.

"is there a certain spot that's hurting?" he asked.

"No, she answered quietly. "It's really my whole abdomen."

"Okay," he answered, and started to press gently on her stomach. She winced softly.

"Hmm. Kally, it doesn't seem there's any swelling anywhere, but I need to do a pelvic exam to be sure.

"Oh..." she blushed a little and played nervously with the paper on the exam table. "Okay..."

"It's alright," he reassured her gently. "Just relax."

Dr. Olin helped her place her feet in the stirrups, then stood at the end of the table, gently pushing two fingers into her opening and again pressing on her abdomen. She winced softly again.

"No, no swelling," he affirmed, and pulled his fingers out, washing his hands and changing his gloves.

"I think, Kally," he said as he turned back to her, "this is a stomach flu. Do you feel feverish?"

"Uh huh," she said quietly.

Dr. Olin came back over to her with a long, thin thermometer, which she opened her mouth for, but he shook his head, saying gently, "I am going to take your temperature vaginally, it's more accurate."

"Oh...uh...okay..." Kally swallowed hard.

He gave her a reassuring smile and moved to the end of the table again. He placed the thermometer on a nearby metal table and gently ran a hand down her leg. With one finger, he began to gently stroke her vaginal lips, up and down, until they began to open a bit. Kally gave a surprised gasp, but did nothing to stop him. Then he slowly slid a finger inside her, his eyes watching her as his thumb grazed her clit. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted a bit. He slowly pulled his finger out and spread her lips apart to slide the thermometer inside her.

When he removed the thermometer, it read 102.5. "You definitely have a fever, Kally," he said gently, going back to the counter. "I'm going to give you an injection of something that will bring down the fever and help the pain in your stomach."

She nodded just a bit, feeling a tad satiated. Dr. Olin came back to her and gently swabbed a spot on her shoulder with alcohol before giving her the shot, causing her to wince softly. She realized dimly how tired she felt, and didn't even realize that Dr. Olin had added a mild sedative to her injection.

When next she awoke, Kally found herself lying on a leather sofa in what must be the doctor's office, for he was sitting at the desk, with moonlight shining through the window, his desk light on, going over some papers. More than a little surprised, both at this and the fact that she was still naked, she sat up quickly.

Dr. Olin looked up and quickly came over to her, saying softly, "It's alright, lie still."

"What...what am I doing here?" she asked nervously.

"You fell asleep in the exam room," he answered. She blinked in surprised. "So I brought you in here to rest. I had some work to do anyway."

"You...but how did you get me in here?"

"I carried you." He seemed very nonchalant about it.

"You...you carried me?" She couldn't believe this. And yet she was only surprised at his tenderness and concern for her, his willingness to stay here instead of go home. She wasn't surprised because this was completely out of the norm. Gazing up at him, she slowly lifted a hand to his cheek, and his eyes met hers. He was old enough to be her father, and yet... He slowly lowered his lips to hers and kissed her softly. Kally returned the kiss, slowly wrapping her arms around the doctor as he sat on the couch.

Dr. Olin's hand slowly eased between her legs, his finger finding her clit and rubbing slowly, applying gentle pressure. Kally buried her face in his shoulder, moaning quietly. She felt two of his fingers slip inside her passage, which was already becoming wet. She turned her head on his shoulder, lips parted softly, as his fingers worked inside her, finding her sweet spot and massaging. Kally whimpered in pleasure, the doctor's other arm holding her close.

"Does that feel good?" He whispered in her ear.

"I... oh, God..." was all she managed. Good? Was he kidding? She felt like she was melting.

He slowly stood, and for a moment Kally wondered what was wrong, until she saw he was taking off his white coat, his erection obvious through his pants. He slowly removed his clothing, Kally giving a whimper of need as she saw his large, pulsing erection. "Please," she whispered.

Dr. Olin eased himself on top of her. "Shh," he whispered as he slowly slid into her. Kally's eyes flickered closed. No man had ever felt this good inside her. He filled her completely, warm pleasure filling her lower abdomen. With a quiet gasp, before he even started moving, she came, burying her face in his shoulder and whimpering softly.

He started to move, slowly at first, her small sounds of pleasure sending any stress flowing out of him. He always wanted to make his patients feel good, but he had never taken one of them. Kally entranced him, and as he moved inside her, everything seemed right with the world. Making her feel good, giving her this pleasure, contented him beyond words.

Kally moaned deeply as her second orgasm washed over her, her tightening muscles causing the doctor to dig his fingers into her neck as his essence filled her. Slowly, after a few breathless minutes, he raised his head, gazing down at her. "Kally, I..."

"Yes, Dr. Olin?" she whispered.

He smiled softly. "Call me Ted." He kissed her softly.

"Mmm... okay." She gave him a soft smile.

Dr, Olin was still the kindest doctor anyone had ever met, but now he had a young wife, and he seemed happier. He still gave patients what he had before... but now he had his own pleasure to return to at home, both emotional and physical. And her name was Kally.