"... I'm always here to help"

"...Im always here to help."

"UGHH" you groaned in frustration, it has been 4 months ever since you got a proper orgasm.

"Oh my poor lifeless clit" you said, dramatically laying the back of your hand on your head. "What else have i not done!?" You were really getting mad, i mean who wouldn't?

You've tried almost everything, dildos, porn, masturbation, god you even asked your mom, and well men... but no matter how many times they'll say "I'm gonna give you the ride of your life" it gave you death more than life itself.

The last thing you haven't done was going to a Gynecologist, you were to bashful to go, like where do you even start?!

'oh hey my pussy's dead can anyone help l o l'

Although it has been 4 months, its either now or die having empty, meaningless orgasms.

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'turn right in Huddleston avenue-'

You drove in to the parking lot of the clinic. Nails tapped against the steering wheel, 'this is it' you were having second thoughts as you were pulling out the keys of your car.

'now or never, now or never...' you repeatedly encouraged.

The door bell tingled, as you pushed the door open, the clinic smelled like alcohol and a mix of women's perfume. Alot of girls were there it made you feel less alone.

"Hey sugar, how may i help" the lady at the counter said, you, embarrassed, quietly showed your phone that had your appointment file.

The lady only smiled "dont worry tuts, no shame here, we all go through it- come!" You nodded your head and followed along her footsteps.

"Here you are sweetie, the doctor will be here in a minute" as she passed by you can smell the deep yet subtle perfume reek from her, she smelled like a sweet grandma.

You flinched as the door opened, "hello, im Jonathan your gynecologist for today" he says, his eyes glued on your information sheet.

You were more shy since he was a guy, there aren't so many male Gynecologists anymore, but he kinda looked cute and...young? He looks fresh out of highschool, what the fuck is he doing in a doctor's coat.

"Hello doctor" you greeted, he peered from the paper and smiled "Hello Ms. [y/l/n]"

Dang his voice. You had to admit he was fine, boyfriend material indeed, his slick back black hair, his full pink lips, smooth skin, not even a pimple was in sight-

"So about your case here -" he clears his throat catching your attention "- it says here that you have a problem with orgasming, can you tell me any possibilities that may have stopped this?" He looked so focused, you should be like that too y'know.

"Uhm im not sure, it just stopped out of nowhere and ive asked for help from my friends so far none of their advice worked.." you felt helpless.

"May i ask what advice they gave you?" He said leaning into his leather chair. Clearing your throat you began to list down the things you've done, it felt like confessing your sins to a priest.

He looked at you in the eyes as you spoke, how intimidating yet intimate, he really knows how to put the spotlight on him, or was it just your interest that piqued.

"Some of my friends even recommended to meet up with guys, they even started thinking that maybe i was gay, i mean not like i have a problem with that but i am definitely not gay." you clarify, Jonathan only hums, and raises his brows.