It was a bright, warm day and the weather was pleasant for that time of the year, but eighteen year old Jenny was far too nervous to feel the heat of the sun on her face. She let out a soft shiver, despite the temperature.
Carla slipped her arm into Jenny’s and gave her a little squeeze of encouragement and support.
“Come on, you’ll be fine,” she reassured her with a smile. “Every woman’s had this at some point. There’s literally nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about.”
“I know,” mumbled Jenny. “That’s what my mom told me.”
“And your mom’s right. She must have had dozens of these kind of check ups over the years. And I’m sure you’d rather have this than like… I don’t know… get cancer or something. Because there’s a risk, y’know, if you don’t get these check ups ”
“I know, I know,” Jenny interrupted. “You’re right. Mom’s right. I can’t help being nervous, okay?” She huffed a bit and pushed some of her medium length blonde hair back off her face. “I just don’t like the idea of some stranger poking around down there.”
“Oh, I dunno about that,” Carla teased.
“Having a stranger poke around down there sounds kinda fun to me.”
“Yeah, maybe to you, cause you’re a… slut!” Jenny laughed and slapped Carla lightly on the arm.
Carla giggled and returned the slap. “Am not!”
Their joking around did improve Jenny’s mood, however, and for the rest of the day she tried to put the appointment out of her mind and focus on their lectures, and on enjoying themselves.
Jenny and Carla had known each other a long while. They’d first met at high school, and become best friends then.
Now, they were studying at the same University, and although they were on different courses and therefore attended different lectures they still lived together and hung out with one another whenever they could.
They were pretty much inseparable, and still the best of friends, despite having made acquaintances with other people on their courses.
They shared everything together, sought advice from one another, and told each other their secrets, fears, hopes and dreams.
Neither of them had boyfriends or girlfriends for that matter and a lot of the time, when they were out, people assumed they were a couple. Occasionally, they’d play up to that and link arms or hold hands, call each other ‘darling’ and ‘babe’.
Once, they’d even kissed each other in public just to keep up their act. For them, it was just a bit of fun, and although they were both bisexual, they could never actually date each other. They were best friends. It would just be too weird.
The last time either of them had dated was in high school, and that was hardly serious it rarely is at high school, after all. Since going to Uni, they hadn’t had time for that kind of thing, although Carla had brought home a one night stand in their first week after a night out.
It was three in the afternoon that day by the time they saw each other next, having spent the majority of the day in their lectures.
“How are you?” Carla smiled and leaned in to give her friend a hug, knowing how stressed out she’d been earlier that morning.
Jenny wrapped her arm around Carla’s waist and the two of them set off walking together, away from the University and in the direction of the small student house they shared.
“Yeah, I’m good,” she smiled. “How was your day?”
Carla yawned exaggeratedly to show how bored she’d been. “Sorry we couldn’t meet up at lunch. Got really snowed under in the lab.”
“Sounds exciting to me.”
“It’s really not.”
“At least you’re gonna have an actual career, unlike me just doing an arts degree.”
“Aw come on, you’re gonna be a famous actress,” Carla encouraged her. “That’s even cooler than a doctor.”
“That’s not what my dad thinks,” Jenny chuckled.
“I think it’s great that you’re pursuing your dreams. We only get one life, babes.”
“Mm, true.”
Arriving back at home, Carla let them both in and Jenny headed straight through to the living room, dumping down her Uni bag and looking at the clock with a groan. “Oh God. We have to leave soon.”
“Yeah, just give me ten minutes to grab something to eat.”
“You don’t have to come, Carla. I know it’s like, really super boring.”
Carla opened up the fridge and took out some cheese and a couple of slices of bread, making herself a sandwich while they talked.
“It’s not boring, it’ll be fun.”
“Fun?” Jenny raised an eyebrow. “At the doctors?”
“Yeah, I get to laugh at you being all nervous.”
Jenny picked up a dish cloth and flicked it at her friend’s butt. “I hate you.”
“I love you too.” Carla smirked.
That was the kind of friendship they had. Being so close for so long had enabled them to poke fun at one another without the risk of actually upsetting each other, both of them knowing that, deep down, there was a lot of love between them.
Jenny genuinely appreciated Carla’s support that night though, despite their friendly banter, and once they arrived at the doctor’s surgery, she appreciated it even more so.
“It’s going to be okay, I promise,” Carla whispered, holding Jenny’s slightly clammy hand.
“Ugh,” she groaned. “Just really not looking forward to ”
At that point, there was a loud ping and Jenny’s full name came up on the screen up on the wall, telling them to go to room number 6.
“That’s us, let’s go,” said Carla, standing up and keeping hold of Jenny’s hand.
When they got to room 6, Jenny raised her free hand and gently knocked on the door.
“Come in,” came a kind sounding but commanding voice from inside the room.
Carla turned the handle and pushed open the door, stepping inside, leading the way and pulling the more reluctant Jenny along with her.
It was a small, but bright and airy room, with a large window that overlooked the parking lot, a desk on the right hand wall and a surgery bed on the left hand wall.
There were a couple of chairs just by the desk for patients to sit on in an informal surrounding whilst talking to their doctor who was, at that very moment, sat in a big black leather armchair wearing a white coat and luscious black hair flowing just over her shoulders.
“Hi,” she smiled, flashing them both a set of sparkling pearly white teeth beneath her luscious red lips. “I’m Dr Henley. You must be Jenny.”
She was looking directly at Carla, obviously making the assumption that Carla was Jenny, seeing as she was the one who’d led the way into the room and was being the more confident of the two.
“Uh, no actually,” Carla spoke up with a small smile. “I’m Jenny’s friend. I’m just… here for moral support more than anything.”
“Ah,” the doctor smiled back at her, then turned her head and cast her eyes to the correct person this time, glancing Jenny up and down then indicating the seat directly by the desk. “Please… there’s no need to be nervous, come and sit down.”
“Is… is it alright if my friend stays?” Jenny mumbled, speaking for the first time since they’d entered the room, her voice sounding slightly shakier than she would have liked.
“Yeah, of course, that’s totally fine,” Dr Henley replied gently. “That’s why there are two seats in the office. It’s fairly common for patients to bring friends or family members in with them… for all kinds of ailments and problems.”
And with that, both girls took a seat, having been made to feel comfortable and relaxed in Dr Henley’s presence. She certainly had a way with words and an easy going, welcoming mannerism.
She also had… a massive cleavage.