CHARLIE
Nine Years Ago
I sat in the waiting room, a nervous wreck.
I had heard enough horror stories to know that unprotected sex led to teen pregnancy, and I couldn’t have thought of anything worse at eighteen. After a sleepless night, I decided to bite the bullet and drive to a clinic the next town over so the doctor could prescribe me the pill. Maybe I was jumping the gun. We hadn’t had sex yet, but it was inevitable. He was twenty-five, and anytime I was near him, his cock practically waved hello and invited me over for a nightcap.
“So, Charlotte, how can I help you today?” Dr. Hanson asked.
“I… uh… want to go on the Pill.”
“Charlotte, before we continue, do you have any concerns with my intern sitting in?”
“Uh… no. If it helps the medical community then it’s fine with me.”
He left the room, and I sat there for a few minutes playing with a model of the human body that sat on his desk. As the door opened, I fumbled with the heart which fell to the floor. Surely, I wasn’t the only one who touched this? I reached down to pick it up thinking this couldn’t be any more embarrassing until a hand reached it before mine.
I recognized the hand immediately.
Fuck. Me. Sideways.
I looked up into eyes that belonged to Alex. This wasn’t happening. It had to be a dream.
Wake up, Charlie! For fuck’s sake, wake up!
“Charlotte, this is my intern, Dr. Alex Edwards. Now let’s continue our discussion. Charlotte, are you sexually active?”
I couldn’t have thought of anything worse right now, the temperature rising in the room as sweat broke out beneath my top. There was simply no way out of this. Just answer his questions and get the hell out of there.
“Um, yes… I mean, no… maybe.”
“Perhaps I need to rephrase my question. Have you had sexual intercourse?”
“Yes.”
“More than once?”
“Yes.”
“How many sexual partners have you had?”
I couldn’t look his way. My body had already crawled into a dark hole, my brain just waiting for an opening to follow. “Only one.”
“Will you be continuing to have sexual intercourse with this person?”
“Definitely not.”
“Did you use protection such as condoms?”
The hole was getting darker and darker, and I wanted to climb up and curl into the fetal position. How on earth could I be this unlucky? My eyes shifted toward where he was sitting, and the second I saw the smirk across that smug face, I instantly avert back to the wall.
“Yes, Dr. Hanson.”
“That’s a very responsible attitude, Charlotte. I understand these questions seem personal. However, it’s my responsibility to make sure you’re educated on everything associated with being sexually active.”
Oh, dear God, what the hell was he going to ask me now?
My feet shuffled nervously, and my knees pulled together while I rode this embarrassing moment out. If he asked anything to do with my vagina, I’d be out of there in a flash.