Date: Mon, 16 Jan 2006 09:31:11 +0000 (GMT)
From: Andrew xx <andrew_private2000@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Kath Goes To London Part 2

COPYRIGHT: 25 DECEMBER 2002. May not be reproduced or distributed without
written permission from the author.

This is fiction. Any resemblance of characters dead or alive and historic
or current organisations to the real world are completely co-incidental.

WARNING: This is for adult reading. If you are a minor or you are offended
by consensual sex between two women and a man, do not read this story.

This is part 2 of the story. It leads to part 3 which is the climax of the
story. Part 2 develops the characters, the storyline and sets up the
thrills to follow in Part 3. Thanks to Susan K for her advice, and Jen B
who wrote a nice comment and will appear in Part 3! I appreciate and
respond to all comments. Please, ladies as well as gentlemen, do comment
and tell me what the story did for you.

*

An hour after her first diagnosis and treatment of her problem, Kath had
showered and dressed and regained her composure. Her treatment had been
thrilling to say the least, and she remembered vividly how she had orgasmed
so strongly under the ministrations of her consultant Andrew Maxim and his
nurse, Jayne.

Kath and Jayne sat in the waiting room together. Jayne was still flustered
by her part in Kath's treatment. She was flushed with embarrassment, and
her labia were still swollen following Jayne's solo masturbation that led
to her own orgasm. But she knew that as a professional, she should not be
feeling this way. There had been an obvious chemistry between the two women
since Kath had first walked into Jayne's reception. There were a million
differences between them... age, marital status, sexual experience,
physical attributes; but none of these mattered one iota because there was
an indefinable spark that linked them. This concerned her greatly. To have
physical relations with a patient was absolutely forbidden, even in these
enlightened times. Simply, it was against every directive and every ethical
code in the book. But she quieted her thoughts as it was obvious that when
someone masturbated someone else to orgasm, even as a prescribed medical
procedure, that they too would be turned on.

Jayne sensed that Kath was still turned on, and could not shake the idea of
touching herself discreetly under her desk. As she watched Kath sitting in
the waiting room, flicking through Cosmo, she imagined Kath reading about
sex and becoming horny herself. Occasionally, the two women made eye
contact. Surely Kath could tell what Jayne was doing, especially as Kath
kept crossing her legs and squeezing her muscles to rub her pussy lips
together.

Meanwhile, Andrew Maxim was cleaning himself up, and the treatment couch
that was sodden with Kath's juices, (even a consultant recognises his
housekeeping duties) and wiped away the spunk that had flown from his cock
only a few minutes before. Again, just like Jayne he questioned the
morality of wanking himself whilst bringing a patient to orgasm. But a
stiff prick has no conscience, and a horn needs to be dealt with. As he
thought of both Kath and Jayne, his penis began to harden.

The medical sector watchdogs had provided little guidance on this. As
Andrew Maxim was a well-respected physician, he had studied hard and risen
to the top of his profession. He had appeared at countless ethics council
meetings and was challenged about his professional conduct. Now, as a
pioneer of new therapy for women, he had almost re-written the rules for
good conduct. Namely, that any physical intimate sexual contact between
physician and patient was acceptable, provided that a consent form had been
signed, and that the procedures were explained in detail before any drugs
had been administered and when the patient was fully clothed, and able to
leave the surgery without hindrance. Andrew Maxim had obeyed these rules
without exception. But, in all fairness, becoming sexually aroused was an
occupational hazard that he found difficult to control. However, he did
draw the line at full sex with his patients, especially as they would be at
his mercy when drugged. He always remembered his professional position and
was true to his Hippocratic oath.

Kath could now sense the smell of Jayne's juices as they leaked into her
panties and covered her fingers. It moved Kath to surreptitiously squeeze
her breasts with one hand whilst the other held up the magazine that
shielded her from view. As small gasp escaped her lips, and it coincided
with the gentle sigh produced by Jayne. Both women needed satisfaction but
neither had the bravery to share their needs vocally. Jayne excused herself
and almost ran to the loo where she immediately locked herself into a stall
and rubbed her desperately needy pussy to orgasm. With two fingers of one
hand plunging deeply inside her throbbing liquid sex, and her forefinger
and thumb of the other hand tweaking her hard clitoris, Jayne bit her lip
to mask the cries of joy as she came, visualising Kath as her new lover.

Kath was pleased that she was now alone in the waiting room, and she
quickly slid her right hand into her panties and caressed the bare flesh
beneath. Her moisture flowed and soon her fingers were coated with her
nectar. She had never felt like this before. How could another woman turn
her on like this? She was scared of labelling herself a lesbian, but
thrilled at the way she was feeling. She squeezed her fingers as they
pushed inside her and she felt her walls ripple as she climaxed. She
hurriedly tidied herself up as she heard the loo flush only a few feet
away. Kath wondered what Jayne had been up to in there all alone for the
past minutes, and guessed that they had shared another orgasm together as
Jayne sheepishly grinned at her as she returned to her desk.

After he gathered his notes and returned to his office, Andrew asked Jayne
to ask Kath to join him for further consultation. She stood up slightly
shakily and joined Mr Maxim in his office.

Andrew sat behind his desk and re-read his clinical notes. Kath sat
demurely on the other side of the desk. She wondered about the physical
boundary that was now between them and contrasted it with the extreme
intimacy of their last contact. She felt a new little pulse of blood rush
to her vagina and it began a slow tingle of anticipation. He looked
directly at her and began to speak. Andrew knew that he had to remain as
professionally detached as possible, despite the beginnings of another
erection.

"O.K. that was a start. You already know what the physical problem is, and
I have a couple of ideas to try to solve it. But I think that there are
some psychological issues there as well that are stopping you having the
complete freedom of orgasmic bliss. I'd like to suggest a holistic
long-term health-care plan. It's quite detailed and will need a series of
carefully considered decisions before we do anything more.

Kath thought about her options and asked, "Do I have to decide now?"

"No, of course not. Take all the time you need. Discuss your options with
anyone you like.  Look on the Internet, certainly chat with your GP, talk
with your best friend, and of course you should involve your husband. That
point leads me to the psychological bit. I think that you both need some
couple counselling. It really can help as part of your overall treatment.
You grew your pubic hair to hide your most intimate problem from your most
intimate partner. That can't be right. You need to feel good about all of
your body and hide nothing, even if you're embarrassed about something."

Kath nodded in understanding and agreement. She didn't know when would be a
good time to discuss her fears and options with her husband, but she knew
the time would have to be soon. No doubt Ken would have questions of his
own. After all, they had been married long enough for a deep caring to grow
into solid love. But she had to know everything before she discussed it.

So Kath asked about what lay ahead. Who would do what? Where? What was the
cost? Is it safe? What would be the outcome? So many questions, so many
issues, so much pressure.  Kath looked down at her clasped hands and tears
welled up in her eyes.

The doctor discretely summoned his nurse to attend. Jayne entered the
consulting room and sat quietly next to Kath, offered her a hand to hold
and a tissue with which to dry her eyes.  Andrew Maxim had seen this so
often before. It was a reaction to the huge release of orgasm, and the
confusion and fear of the future. Jayne was well trained in this support
role. But this time, Andrew could see an unusual connection between Jayne
and her patient.  He wondered what was going on between these two women.

After a few moments, Kath composed herself and apologised for her
distress. Andrew had heard apologies for tears countless times and never
understood why people felt the need to apologise for a very natural human
reaction. He told Kath that there was no need at all for apologies, it was
very understandable for her to feel apprehensive and full of emotions that
should be released. He was not patronising or condescending, he was being a
decent human being, trying to empathise as well as sympathise with his
patient's very real problems. Kath looked into Jayne's eyes, and Jayne
returned the look that spoke volumes.

He asked Kath whether she wanted to continue the discussion, or leave to
consider her options before a second meeting. She replied that she did not
yet have enough information to consult friends and family, and asked Andrew
to explain more about the treatments and options.

He began to explain. "Firstly, as you may know, your clitoral hood is quite
thick and this prevents your clitoris receiving the stimulation it needs to
help you to orgasm. We can resolve this either by the old method of minor
surgery, or with my new technique that has many, many great advantages."

Kath nodded as her consultant continued. He took the time and care to
explain the details that Kath needed to make an informed decision. It was
important for both specialist and patient to understand the bond of trust
between them, especially as Andrew went on to explain his new technique.

"The new and painless alternative to going under my knife is my own
technique which is still in development and is not yet an officially
approved medical procedure. That doesn't mean you're a guinea pig, it just
means that we are still refining the methods. Approval only comes after a
peer panel examines the procedures and effects. This will probably happen
within the next 2 years, but I can tell you that so far over 300 women have
chosen this treatment and the success has been excellent."

"We have worked hard for many years putting the process together. The
treatment starts with about a week's worth of preparation involving massage
and ointments, then we use an electronic muscle pulse device to exercise
the tiny muscles around the clitoral hood to gently pull it back and at the
same time reduce its mass." The room fell silent as Kath tried to take in
the information. Ointments and massage? That sounded vague and quacky, but
distinctly pleasurable. She again recalled the feelings from the skilled
fingers of Jayne and Andrew again and her pulse rate increased.

"These creams are based on blood and other samples that will show me which
nutrients your whole body needs, we will be able to stimulate blood flow
and toxin drainage from the area around your vulva. If you wish, I will ask
Jayne to take some small samples of your blood. I already have small test
swabs from your examination today. All of these will be analysed to profile
your body chemistry. Of course, the mild sedative will show up in your
blood, but as we know its chemistry, and by now there will be so little in
your bloodstream, we can ignore it. In any case, it's always worthwhile
having these tests done once in a while, just so we can check your general
health."

"The deep tissue massage prepares you perfectly. That's what makes it so
easy for the pulse contractions to be pain-free and efficient. In fact,
most women enjoy the stimulation and come to orgasm very quickly."

But the electronic muscle pulse device still worried her. It sounded
frightening and sci-fi.  Kath's vividly inaccurate imagination created
visions of an evil doctor clad in his theatre scrubs pulling on latex
gloves with a snap, and she being strapped down on a machine to accept some
terrible sexual device. As a film buff, her sub-conscious remembered that
famous scene in Barbarella and triggered new warmth that spread through her
sex. Why was she feeling so horny today? Was it because she could sense
Jayne's arousal that matched her own?

She looked at Andrew quizzically and again he read her thoughts and
continued, "And before you ask, no, we don't want to electrocute you or
your pussy! We're not into pain. No, my gadget is a bit like a
tummy-trimming device. You know, the sort that stimulates muscles gently
and makes them move and trim. You can buy them in the high street. It's not
a new idea, and mine works in a similar way but in miniature."

"This is all about restoring your ability to have unlimited pleasure, where
and when you want it. As I said, all the 300 women made the same choice,
and for those it helped, there have been no side effects and only increased
sexual activity and joy. There's no risk of infection, no long healing
process, no risk of problems with anaesthetic. However, as with all
procedures, it's not for everyone, but I think you'll find it the perfect
answer."

He continued, "Jayne has helped develop the therapy, and she can tell you
how it feels."  Jayne nodded enthusiastically and spoke.

"The massage is wonderful; soft, dreamy and very sensual. The idea is that
you apply this cream every day for an hour for about a week. You may prefer
to do a little-and-often regime, or just one large dose per day. It's
whatever suits you. The best way to tackle it is to make it part of your
playtime. You can do it yourself, have your husband do it for you, or
anyone else you like. I had a lover help me and we had a great time." Jayne
smiled knowingly at Kath. She was dying to be asked to help!

Andrew continued. "Over the week, as your pussy becomes more and more
sensitive, due to increased blood flow and general good health, you may
find that your labia are slightly more engorged and as you rub the cream
in, your actions may lead to full masturbation.  You may even surprise
yourself and cum a couple of times. But don't push yourself too far.  And
at this stage, must not use any toys to bring yourself to orgasm. You will
naturally learn to rely on your fingers to re-educate yourself to a natural
climax."

Kath was already feeling horny, and her freshly shaved pussy began to leak
precious fluid into her panties. Jayne could feel increased moisture in
Kath's palm as she held her. Jayne guessed what Kath was feeling and began
to gently lubricate in sympathy. Andrew who kept speaking did not notice
the girls' reaction. The women winked at each other and understood their
combined secret.

"Then, after a week, you'll come back here for another examination so I can
check your progress and advise you on the second stage. I think it's too
early to go into details here and now. Let's take it one step at a
time. But to save another journey, why not let us take your blood samples
so that I can send them to the lab for analysis?"

Kath nodded in agreement and while Jayne prepared her arm for the test and
drew some blood, Kath thought of whom she could tell about this, and ask
for advice. She thought of her sister... too judgmental. She thought of her
best pal Jen... far too prim and proper. She thought of her husband... not
until she'd got her head together a bit more. She looked up at Andrew and
told him that she had no one to help her, so she would do it herself. They
all sniggered at her joke and Jayne suggested that if Kath needed any
advice, she could always call her. Andrew wondered about the ethic of the
nurse/patient professional relationship.  But when he saw the body language
of the two women, he nodded approvingly and Jayne wrote her home telephone
number on a card and gave it to Kath.

Kath's head was spinning with all that had been done to her, and the
life-changing information she had received. She told her consultant that
she had heard enough for the time being and clutching the card with Jayne's
number on it, rose to leave. Andrew and Jayne stood up in harmony and as
they said their goodbyes, Jayne accompanied Kath to the door. Andrew sealed
the blood samples and instructions for the laboratory in a bag and asked
Jayne to deliver them immediately.

End of part 2