This is a true story of my first sexual experience.
I was 16 when, two girls, about 22 and 24 rented the house to our left. I'll call them Debbie and Jenny in this post. Our house happened to be close to a big medical college where Debbie was studying and Jenny was a trainee doctor.
My cousin, who was about a year older than me lived in the house to our right. She doesn't do much in this post but will appear it some of my future experiences. Behind the three houses were secluded gardens isolated from the outside world but separated from each other by short hedges. Beyond the gardens was a small wooded area.
There was a window from their house opening towards my house. I tried to catch a peek of them nude but the they always promptly closed the curtains before changing. I masturbated fantasizing about both of my neighbours.
One day, Debbie was talking to my mom over the hedge that separated the houses. Eventually their discussion turned towards my studies with my mom complaining that I was poor in Biology. And then, Debbie offered to help with my lessons. I was loitering close by and my heart pounded against my chest imagining many things.
I started going to her house the following weekend for the lessons. Jenny was rarely at home during weekends. Even if at home she kept to her room. We had the lessons in her living room which had medical books, a stethoscope and other medical stuff lying around.
Debbie was about 5 feet 6, slim built with long hair and always wore a pleasant perfume. She was usually wearing tshirt & jeans or shirt & skirt or even pjs some days. I noticed that her boobs were just above average sized. I tried to look down her shirt or up her skirts at every possible opportunity but without much luck. She rarely even showed any cleavage. So, against my expectation of some action, the weekends passed by uneventfully. I did show some progress at my studies though.
Then on a Sunday morning everything changed. I had skipped lessons the previous day. We were at her living room and Jenny was out as usual. Debbie was wearing a shirt and jeans. I noticed that the top buttons of the shirt were undone. To this day I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional.
"Where were you yesterday" she asked.
"I was not feeling very well" I lied
"You should have come anyway, I am nearly a doctor remember. I would have given you a medical checkup" she said. "In fact, I don't know why I haven't given you one so far. I need the practice" she joked. And "let me check you now anyway".
I was in no mood for any medical checkup as I was prefectly fine but I just played along.
She checked my heartbeat with a stethoscope on my chest and back. Next, she took my pressure. Then she had me open my mouth, show my tongue, checked my eyes and did all the medical stuff.
Just when I thought she was done, she started pressing various places in my chest and abdomen asking "does it hurt here" or something like that.
She went down even further, below my navel and while pressing in one place, as I was watching her face, she suddenly showed a shocked look. She asked "does it hurt here" and "do you feel any lump". I did not feel anything wrong so I said no.
"I need to check this further" she said and she cleared the dining table and asked me to lie on it.
I did as told, a little worried now.
She pulled up my tshirt and pressed, hard this time. Enough to be painful to anyone. I said it felt a little uncomfortable now. She was deep in thought for a minute and then pressed further down.
"Take off your jeans" she said. I showed the slightest of hesitation. "I am a doctor and you can be open with me" she said. I got down, took off my jeans and got back up on the table. By now I was quite worried.