Without waiting for her, I moved to the side of the table and slid my gloved fingertips under the band of her underwear. As she raised her hips, I pulled the underwear over her knees and off. There was a wet spot where it had touched her vagina. “Hmmm, it looks like there’s a little discharge here,” I said, looking down at her panties. “Don’t worry though, I’m sure it’ll be fine. I’ll still need to check it out though.” Julie’s thighs were pressed together, her toes curled over the edge of the table. She was now completely naked.

“First, I’m going to have you keep your feet together, but just let you knees open for me. I’ll do a quick external exam, then we can go from there.” Julie nodded.

“Yes, Doctor.” Her legs opened a few inches. From the foot of the bed I could see a glimpse of her red pubic hair. Gently, I placed my gloved hands on her knees, and guided her open. She was now in what the book called the frog-leg position, and I had a clear view of her vagina. I pointed one of the exam lights at her pubis, and turned it on. Her pubic hair was lightly trimmed. I could see her labia, her clitoris –just barely poking out of it’s hood– everything. Even with just a cursory glance, I could tell she was wet.

“Ok,” I said, pulling out the leg rests with a rattle and making Julie jump. “Next I’ll just ask you to pop your legs up into these, and we can get started. Julie’s legs snapped together, then slowly she extended first one leg, then the other, and moved into the supports. I held my hand near the bottom of the bed. “Aaand just scooch forward until you feel my glove. Hesitantly she scooted forward until her upper thigh touched my hand. She flinched involuntarily, and I patted her leg briefly.

“Great,” I said, pulling over the stool and sitting down between her legs. Now she was even more exposed. From my angle I could see not just her vagina, but also her butt, her anus. “Now you’re going to feel me touch your legs.” With the backs of my hands, I moved from her knees all the way down, almost to her groin, gently stroking down her thigh. She jumped a little as I touched her, then relaxed as my hands got closer.

“First I’m going to examine your pubis and pubic hair.” I ran my fingers through her pubic hair, stroking gently. I heard her inhale as my fingers moved down from her vulva, probing her external, then internal labia. With my fingers I started spreading her labia a little further, pressing on first the left side, then the right. She was already really wet, her labia slippery. She seemed to shiver slightly as I retracted the hood of her clitoris. “Great,” I said, “You seem to have really good reactions to stimuli. Now I’m going to examine you internally.” I reached for the tube of KY jelly. “I’m going to insert two gloved, lubricated fingers into your vagina. Please let me know if it feels uncomfortable”. I spread a good amount of lube all around my first two fingers. She was wet enough that I probably didn’t need it. With my left hand I spread her once more, and, placing my right index and middle fingers at the entrance of her vagina, pushed.

My fingers entered her surprisingly easily. She made a sound, somewhere between a grunt and a moan, as I entered her. She was smooth, her muscles tight around my fingers. I moved my fingers over the walls of her vaginal, slippery and smooth in some places, slightly textured in others. I pressed in as deeply as I could, then curled my fingers up and back, gently pushing on her tummy with my other hand. This time she definitely moaned, her hips rising slightly to meet my hand. I repeated the motion a couple times. Finally I pulled my fingers out. My gloves were slippery, both with the lube and with her wetness. I could smell her juices, mingling with the smell of the nitrile.

“Next,” I said, “I’m going to insert a speculum.” Again I reached for the bottle of lube, and spread it liberally on the speculum. I’d never done this part before. It looked big, maybe too big, and I hoped it wouldn’t hurt. Spreading her again, I pushed the speculum in. Again, it slid in surprisingly easily, prompting another moan. I spread the blades, and looked inside her. I took a swab from the tray, and gently ran it around the walls of her vagina. She shifted slightly, and I pulled out the speculum.

“And that was the last step in the vaginal exam,” I said, pulling off my gloves and tossing them into a nearby garbage can. Julie let out a long breath, and began slowly raising herself up on her elbows. “Just one moment,” I said. “Your vaginal exam went really well, but there’s another step before you can get dressed.” Julie froze. “Please lay back down on the table,” I said. She lay back, staring at me as I reached over to the tray and tugged another pair of gloves from the box. I moved back between her legs, and once again slowly pulled on the white nitrile gloves. From where I was sitting Julie’s face was visible, just above her vagina and between her breasts. She wasn’t touching her breast anymore, her hands had fallen to her sides, and her eyes were locked on my gloved hands.

“I’m going to perform a quick rectal exam and we’ll be almost done.” Julie didn’t respond, but I could see her eyes widen. “If you have any questions, or if anything feels uncomfortable, just let me know. I’ll tell you what to do.” I sat back down, once again staring at Julie’s vagina. “You’ll feel me touch you once again.”

I ran my hands down her thighs, not stopping at her pubis this time, but moving all the way down, passed where her legs met her labia, until my thumbs were close to her perineum. I slowly pressed her there, pushing and massaging in small circles. Then, moving down further, I spread her cheeks still further. Her anus was small, round, and closed tightly. It twitched as I touched the skin right next to it with my index finger. “I’m going to apply some more lubrication, then you’ll feel my finger one more time,” I said. This time I made sure to put on extra lube. I didn’t want it to hurt, and I wanted to be able to put my finger in. I’d never done this to anyone before. Once, last year, I’d almost gotten this far with an ex, but she hand’t wanted to go any farther.

I held my finger, slick with lube, right in front of her anus. “Now Julie, this might feel a little weird. Have you ever had this kind of exam before?”

“No. No one has ever… I mean I’ve never put anything…”

“Don’t worry. I’m going to insert a gloved, lubricated, finger into your anus, and do a quick rectal exam. You don’t need to do anything special, just concentrate on how it feels, and when I say so try to push down like you’re trying to poop.”

I touched my finger to her anus and she flinched. I could feel her tighten up, could see her vulva contract slightly as she tried to pull her legs together but couldn’t because of the supports.

“That’s kind of cold.”

“Don’t worry, it’ll be ok, I just need you to relax. Push down like you’re using the bathroom.”

As she pushed, I felt her slowly open, and pushed my finger in. Her anus was tight, tighter than her vagina had been, and as I entered her she closed around my finger.

“You’re doing really well. But keep pushing.”

“This feels weird, I feel like I’m going to poo.”

“Don’t worry,” I said, pretending I knew what I was doing, “That’s just a reflex. It’s a perfectly normal reaction to my finger. Just keep pushing.”

I slid my finger in deeper, and turned my hand, feeling her smooth insides. I moved in a little deeper still, and Julie moaned slightly. Slowly I pulled my hand out. My finger was still slippery with lube, and stained with a little yellowish brown where I’d penetrated her. Before she could sit up, I quickly pulled off the glove, and grabbed a new one, squeezing more lube onto my fingers. I must have grabbed the tube a bit too fast, because a lot more came out than I’d been expecting.

“I’m going to do a quick recto-vaginal exam now. Do you know what that means?” Julie nodded, looking a little scared. “Great, same as last time, just try to relax, and push down like you’re going to the bathroom.”

My hand now in position, I pressed my middle finger into her anus first, then as it started to enter her, slid my index finger back into her vagina. She moaned, more loudly this time. I moved my fingers in and out a little bit, feeling her press against me as my other hand pressed on her pubis and tummy. Slowly, again, I pulled my hand out. Both of us were breathing heavily now. I stood up, and with my clean hand grabbed a few tissues and wiped some of the lube off her. I could feel her hips buck a little as I brushed her clitoris with the tissues. Finally I pulled off my gloves, and she sat up, her naked chest still rising and falling.

“Ok,” she said, “That was crazy. Now go outside for a minute.”

“What?” I asked, suddenly nervous. “I’m sorry, I thought, are you o–”

“No,” she cut in. “That was great. But it’s your turn now. Go outside and wait for me to call you.”