So before I get into how I got into enjoying examining men, and well my soon to be husband, let’s stay back in time and let me tell you about my first experiences with some nasty men… I was a college freshman at a large school. I am doing OK in class. The first few semesters were almost a review of high school so I was coasting through and unlike my shy parents I decided to have a social life.

And that was where my problems started. OK second week there I had a date with a frat boy senior… I am not even going to acknowledge his name… Well he’s the one who got possession of my virginity. He was smooth though, and having a 22 year old interested in 18 year old me was just a turn on. He was inviting me to all his parties, cuddling with me… honestly acting like there was real chemistry.

King asshole invited me to another party and I brought my roommate Clara along. Anyways she was also getting the smooth talk from one of his friends. Against my better judgement asshole and I ended up in a bedroom making out. I was like what the heck and started giving him head… He said I was a real “expert” and I told him it was my first time because I was a virgin… That set off some fire in him.

I will be clear, it was consensual… I was not drinking.. yeah he pressured me to get naked but then I was on my knees putting a condom on him… Now he could have used a little finesse, it was my first time but it got ummm… overwhelming fast… he was probably the worst partner I ever had. He just put it in me from behind and when I yelped out he was like “What’s wrong?”

“I said I was a virgin!”

“Well, you’re not anymore…” yeah no shit… and yeah no one’s first time is like a scene in a movie but he just went to pound town on me… then started calling me his own “personal dorm slut” which at first just felt like some weird dirty talk… and I’ll be honest my sweet mom is NOT as quiet as she thinks she is… I took it though, even when he pushed his finger in my ass… but remember that condom? All of a sudden he pulled out and I felt him coming on my ass cheeks.

“What the fuck was that!” I yelled out.

“I came.”

“Yeah when did that condom come off?”

“What? and give up feeling inside a virgin?” and he was laughing! I was starting to get off from all fours and he pushed me back onto the bed and just left me there naked. He walked into the hall in his undies and yelled out “Virgin!” all his boys were high-fiving him! I just grabbed his shirt and ran off, out the door, cursing him so loud my roommate took off running behind me in another state of undress. I was buttoning up his shirt as we ran back to our dorm rooms, thankfully no one saw us…

“You OK Meg?” Clara asked me when we got in.

“I’ll be fine…”

“I think ummm… the guy I was with spilled the beans…”

“On what?”

“We were making out at second base and I said I was a virgin… and he blurted ‘Sweet double the points!’”

“What!?!?”

“Yeah, I pushed him away… First frat boy with 15 points gets his own room… the stud room… then I heard you yelling and the commotion and ran out with you.”

“Did he… have sex with you?”

“No… He did it with you though, huh?”

“Oh God… please don’t tell anyone!”

“I won’t Meg… I’m so sorry…”

I curled up and cried because I was so foolish… It just got worse though the next day Clara came back after a walk. She had taken her older brother to try and get our purses back… They were “kind” enough to leave them on the sidewalk.. Untouched… but my panties and Clara’s Bra were stapled to a cardboard sign that said “Dorm sluts of the year!” with our names there. We went back that night and tore it down.

So, I was an emotional wreck, big enough campus that it didn’t spread too fast but it ended me wanting to be social… I was still adjusted, I still had friends, but I hung out in academic clubs instead of parties. I also swore off dating until I graduated… I really was a mess for a few weeks… I felt betrayed… I was betrayed… I was taken advantage of. For some reason though, one Sunday I went to see my Aunt Ursula, and we went to church. I was about the ages of my cousins and I really didn’t want to face my mom and dad, but wanted to be with Family.

After I was crying in church she pulled me aside and asked me what was wrong… So I spilled the beans to my very catholic aunt… Who sat me down and didn’t scold me! “No one needs to know if you don’t want them to, It happens… Men are assholes, you need to keep them under control… and Meghan if anyone ever takes advantage of you again kick them in the balls… before you run off…”

OK So one guy down… I didn’t sleep with anyone again for years and it was in Med School with a fellow student. Johnny, cute Johnny, so nice… Maybe the one that got away? Maybe not… we started innocently enough but we became each other’s go to practice buddies. Nothing really inappropriate when practicing… well not intentionally. I just loved his company, and he was funny, and honestly believed in me… And didn’t hit on me. I wasn’t dating anyone, intentionally single and just too busy and too focused.

One day when we were doing exams, we were alone in my apartment, I let him give me a breast exam. He was so proper and clinical but somehow it had me aroused, maybe because he was also so shy about it… Then my turn and I gave him a hernia check, and testicular exam and I noticed he was getting half hard? A bit aroused but nothing too weird. He could have explained it away as just the stimulation. It does happen… Though I was suddenly feeling empowered over him.

“Johnny, bend over the table. I am going to do a prostate exam now.”

“What Meg?”

“I need practice…” I said as he lowered his undies and leaned over. “I am going to put a well lubricated finger in your rectum and assess your prostate.” I pressed my lubed up finger on his anus and it gave way and before I even could react it was in. I twisted it about and finally found it after some trying. “It feels healthy” I said, palpating it. Pressing on it… he groaned a bit and I took my finger out and tossed my gloves in the trash.

“Sorry Johnny…. I had trouble finding the right spot…” He didn’t answer, just stood up slowly, covering himself. Only thing is despite where he put his hands I could see he was hard. “Oh my…” I said with a giggle. He looked so ashamed though, I knew he was about to run away and I had a rush of emotion get the better of me… I mean I caused this, I really took advantage of the situation, and the friendship… and I had strong feelings about him… I got down and just started giving him head. He didn’t stop me and when he came I looked up at his big blue eyes and said “I’m not sorry, I hope you’re not either.”

“This really changes things Meg.”

“Yeah… if you’re going to go… just go now… I’d like you to stay though.”

“Meg? Meg? Get up…” when I did he kissed me.. With passion. I took his hand and led him into my room before my roommates could get home. He went down on me after that, so intense a feeling. I told him he was the first boy to make me cum and he really seemed to like that. I only had a twin bed but someone we fit and he held me close all night. We made love early the next morning… It wasn’t just sex it was making love, and he let me be on top… and he made sure I came also…

Though around 7 we heard my roommates moving around and he was a little embarrassed and I said I’d get them out of the house and then he could sneak out. I skittled out of the bedroom. “So who’s the guy Meg?”

“What guy?”

“There is mens pants and underwear on the kitchen floor… and you were not quite…”

“Fuck…” I mumbled.

“Yeah we know… Well, take him out here so we can meet him…”

I wish I could say Johnny was the man I was about to marry. But when he got a residency in Chicago we just couldn’t keep up with the distance… And he wanted me to move out there and start a family… But not with me as a resident in Boston…I was really tempted but yeah… So we ended up going our own ways… we still keep in touch and he is married now, with his kids… And I eventually met someone I really love just as much.