That evening, after cleaning up the tent, Michelle invited us all to her house for a party. Her housemate was older, and had bought some drinks, mostly beers and vodka. Everyone sat around playing drinking games, and laughing about health screenings they’d conducted. Michelle wouldn’t tell us who, but was pretty sure she’d done a testicular exam on someone on the football team. “It was like, sooooo small!” she said, collapsing into giggles, “He was so embarrassed when I touched it! But then the other guy? He got this massive boner! I was like, ‘don’t cum’, ‘don’t cum’!”

By the end of the night most of us were a little drunk. “Thanks again for the invite, Michelle!” I said, stumbling towards the door.

“Yeah, it was great. I need to head out, too.” Julie followed me down the steps from Michelle’s apartment, and we both turned back towards campus. “So,” said Julie, a little shakily, “how was your first day?”

“Uh, it was interesting,” I said, still remembering Jess and Vanessa. I could feel myself getting a little hard. Julie guessed what I was thinking about.

“How were the breast exams?”

“Uhhh, I didn’t mind them?”

“It’s ok to enjoy it” she said, glancing at me sideways, “I remember I enjoyed checking someone’s balls recently.” I felt my heart beating faster. She giggled again, “Well at least you know they’re healthy. Peace of mind!”

“Yeah,” I said.

“Fuck.”

I looked over at her. “What is it?”

“I just realized I have all the leftover gift cards in my bag. Shit, I need to swing by the club office. If I loose these I’m fucked.”

“I’m heading that way, anyway,” I said. “We can go together”.

The club office was empty. Julia fumbled tipsily with the keys before unlocking the door and turning on the lights. I followed her in, and flopped down on one of the couches. Julie went through to the smaller storage room. Next to me was a shelf filled with slim books detailing how to do various health screenings. Most were about screenings that we did, but there were also pamphlets on things we couldn’t do: rectal exams, urological exams, and pap smears. I pulled a book on pelvic exams off the shelf, and started flipping through, looking at the photos of lubed fingers examining labia. “Eric, do you remember the combination for the new lockbox?”

I jumped, hurrying in to the storage room. “Yeah, it’s 6, 8, 3.”

“Thanks – what have you got there?”

I’d forgotten to put the book away. I could feel my face getting red. “Uh, just looking at, I mean, well it was on the shelf”.

Julie laughed. “Ok all done with the gift cards.” She paused, looking around. The room was mostly taken up by one of the exam tables, which someone hadn’t folded up properly, and shelving holding supplies from the health center. A folding table held boxes and boxes of exam gloves. “You know,” said Julie, “It’s really weird. Even though we’re not allowed to do those exams, since we’re just volunteers, we still have all the stuff for it. The health center keeps dropping off boxes for us to store for them.” I saw a box marked “KY Jelly” on a shelf just behind her head.

“Have you ever had one?” I blurted. Where had that come from?

Julie blushed. “Yeah, for my college entrance physical.”

“Yeah,” I said, remembering my own exam. “So girls do have to… you know, take off…?” She glanced down at the book I was holding. “It was pretty much just like that”. I looked down at the book, the page still open to the pictures, imagining Julie lying back on a table… I looked up at her. She went on, “We’re not officially allowed to do those exams, but I mean, the office is closed…”

Was she saying what I thought she was? “You mean?”

“Only if you want. I think it’s ok though. I’m pretty sure I caught someone fooling around in here last year before they graduated. Plenty of people do it. If you want to that is…”

“Ok” I said, feeling adrenaline flood my system again. I flipped back to the beginning of the book.

Julie looked up at me. “You go out there and read that, and let me get ready.”

I waited outside the storage room until I heard a muffled “ok” through the door. Heart pounding, I approached the door, and knocked. Julie was sitting on the exam table. She was naked except for a light purple bra and matching panties. Both were lacy, embroidered with little flowers. Her red hair was loose, hanging down past her shoulders. She’d pulled some paper over the table. Her thighs were pressed together, and as I walked in she pulled her arms up over her boobs. Next to the table was a rolling tray with a box of gloves, a tube of KY jelly, a speculum, some swabs, and some paper towels. I swallowed. This was really happening.

“Hello, Julie, you’re here for your well-woman exam today?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Ok great, it looks like you’re all ready for the exam, but first I just have a few questions for you.” Julie’s arms tightened over her breasts. “First off, when was your last period?”

“Umm, it was a couple weeks ago.”

“Great, and are you sexually active at the moment?”

Julie paused. “No… I’m… I’m in between boyfriends.” I began to feel more confident.

“Ok, and how is your sex drive? Do you touch yourself often?”

Julie’s face flushed, “Um… I, a few times a week maybe? Ok, maybe once a day?”

“And do you have any problems you’d like to talk about?”

“No,” Julie mumbled.

“Well today I’m going to examine you from head to toe. Let’s get started.”

First I began with Julie’s face. I looked in her eyes, checked her ears with an otoscope I found in a drawer, and made her open her mouth while I pressed on her pink tongue. Then, putting my hands just under her jaw, I felt her lymph nodes. Her skin was warm, her neck smooth. I listened to her back, and then her upper chest. Her hands were still clamped over her breasts, hugging herself. That would change soon though.

“Now I’m going to listen to your tummy. Go a head and lay down on the exam table, legs straight out. Oh, and arms at your sides please.” She nodded. I watched as she scooted up onto the table, the paper crinkling, then lay down. As she moved she put one foot up on the table and, as she spread her legs, I saw the shape of her mound, pushing against her underwear. Quickly she lay back down, thighs together, and folded her arms back over her chest. “Sorry, if I could have you just put your hands at your sides-” Julie paused, then slowly lowered her hands, sliding them next to her thighs.

I moved forward again, listening to her stomach, moving the stethoscope around. I wasn’t really sure where to listen, but I could hear her stomach gurgling. As she took some deep breaths, I could see her chest rising and falling. Her boobs weren’t huge, but they looked bigger than I’d been expecting. I couldn’t wait to take her bra off.

“You’ll feel me touch you now.” Slowly I began pushing on her stomach. Again, she was soft, and warm. Her tummy was flat, but sank gently under my fingertips. First I pushed up higher and higher towards her bra, then slowly down, closer and closer to her panties. Gently I slipped my fingers just under the band of her underwear then withdrew.

“Ok. Everything seems fine there, now we’re going to do a quick breast exam. Please sit up, and take your bra off.”