Now I want to take your rectal temperature before I do the pelvic exam. Are you comfortable with

that, or would you rather I do it orally?" Dr. Winslow asked.

"I trust your judgment. Whichever you feel is better, I'm willing to

accept. You have put me at great ease today, and I'm sure this will be

no different." I commented.

"I'm glad you're comfortable enough with me to let me take care of your

best interests. Most patients would have chosen orally right off the

bat. Rectally is the most accurate way to measure temperature, so I

would prefer it that way, unless you now have objections." Dr. Winslow

explained.

"No, It's okay. Will it hurt?" I asked worriedly.

"Not at all, but you might feel some discomfort. To ensure that I do it

so that it is most comfortable for you, I'm first going to put on a pair

of latex gloves and lubricate one of my fingers really well. Then I'm

going to lubricate your anus both externally and then internally. After

I've lubricated your rectum properly, I will lubricate the thermometer

and insert it carefully into your colon. Are you still comfortable with

the procedure?" Dr. Winslow asked kindly.

"Yes. I feel better when I know what's going on, that way nothing

unexpected can happen and I won't be as nervous." I stated.

"All right. In order to take your temperature rectally I need you to lay

on the table on your tummy. Good, perfect. I'm going to go get the

things I need and I'll be right back." Dr. Winslow said.

I could hear him opening drawers and cupboards, pulling things out and

setting them down on the tray that previously held the equipment needed

for the blood test. After a few seconds, Dr. Winslow returned to my line

of vision. He was bustling around behind me, preparing everything. As a

few more seconds passed, I could hear him snapping on a pair of rubber

gloves. In the silence that followed, I was sure he was applying

lubricant to his finger. A split second later, Dr. Winslow spoke.

"Okay, now I want you to completely relax. I'm going to pull your

buttocks apart with one hand so I have better access with the other

hand. I'm going to touch you now." Dr. Winslow said.

A split second after the words left his mouth, I felt his hands on my

buttcheeks, his thumb and forefinger holding them apart.

"Okay, now I'm going to lubricate your anus. It might be a little cold."

Dr. Winslow explained.

I loved him talking to me during the examination, explaining everything.

It was reassuring. Besides, his voice was sexy and added to the arousal

that grew at his touch. I felt his finger on my anus, gently circling

it. The slippery fluid lubricated my asshole, and I could feel my vagina

getting hotter and wetter.

"I'm going to insert my finger into your rectum now. Raise your hips off

the table a little." Dr. Winslow suggested.

I raised my hips and felt his fingertip slide in. At first it hurt a

little, but I soon got used to the intruder. Dr. Winslow slowly slid his

finger into my anus, up to his first, and then second knuckles. Once it

was fully inside of me I could feel the beginnings of an orgasm. It felt

so good! Once Dr. Winslow started gently and slowly massaging me

internally, I went slack and enjoyed the feeling. He massaged my insides

for a few minutes before removing his finger. I immediately longed for

it to return to the dark recesses of my ass.

"Okay, your sphincter muscle is loose now, so I'm going to insert the

thermometer. It's going to go in slightly deeper than my finger, so just

relax. It's going to stay in for three minutes, so I need you to lay

very still for me so you don't dislodge it and provide a false positive,

okay?" Dr. Winslow asked.

"Mmm hmm." I said.

It was all I could muster. I was still off in another galaxy, feeling

the phantom sensations of his finger. The doctor then inserted the

rectal thermometer. It felt really good sliding in. He moved it around

and turned it a few times before letting go of my buttcheeks. He placed

his hand on my upper buttcheeks and held the thermometer in place

between his middle and index fingers while he waited for a reading. I

closed my eyes and daydreamt about us in bed. He would make a very good,

gentle lover. I imagined the thermometer being his penis inside of me.

It was sad when I felt Dr. Winslow pulling the thermometer out a few

minutes later.

"There, all done. That wasn't so bad now, was it?" He asked.

"Definitely not." I agreed.

Actually, it had been one of the best moments of my life. This was

turning into the best day of my life. I made a mental note with myself

to get transferred to a male physician. In the meantime, Dr. Winslow

wiped the thermometer off with a tissue and read the results. He put the

thermometer back in it's case and wrote something down in my chart.

"Well, Claire, your temperature is back to normal, ninety eight degrees.

Your oral temp was probably, as I had suspected, inaccurate." Dr.

Winslow smiled.

"They should seriously invent accurate oral thermometers." I deadpanned.

"I completely agree. Now then, I want to get started on your pelvic

exam. Are you ready?" Dr. Winslow asked.

"No, but I don't suppose I'll ever be. I'm scared. I don't want it to

hurt. Will it?" I sobbed nervously.

"Well, since you are a virgin, it might hurt a little bit at first, but,

as you get used to the sensation the most it will be is uncomfortable. I

promise to be very gentle." Dr. Winslow said sympathetically.

"Okay. Can you explain it first, doctor?" I asked.

"Of course. First I'll get you to lay back and put your feet in the

stirrups. I will put on latex gloves and I'll do a visual inspection of

your outer genitals, including your labia majora, labia minora,

clitoris, urethra, and vulva. Then, I'm going lubricate one of my

fingers to examine your vagina internally. After that, I'll insert a

second lubricated finger to do a bi manual exam, which is where I feel

the size, shape, location, and consistency of your ovaries and uterus

from the outside while I have my fingers inside. Then, I'll remove my

fingers and insert a speculum to do a visual internal examination. With

the speculum inside, I'll do a pap smear. With that done, I'll remove

the speculum. After that, I'll do a rectal exam. If everything is

normal, you'll be free to get dressed then we can meet in my office and

talk things over. If not, then I'll decide what other tests I will need

to run. How does that sound?" Dr. Winslow explained.

"Wow, that seems like a lot." I deadpanned.

"I assure you that it isn't as bad as it sounds." Dr. Winslow reassured.

"What other kinds of tests would you need to run if you found

something?" I asked.

"It would depend on what I found. I might want you to have a

sigmoidoscopy if I found a polyp in your rectum, or an ultrasound if I

found a mass in your abdomen. However, I'm confident that you'll be

given a clean bill of health." Dr. Winslow said firmly.

"Okay." I sighed.

"Are you ready to get started?" Dr. Winslow inquired.

"I guess so." I replied.

"Okay. Lay back on the table. That's it. Now, scoot your bum down to the

end of the table. Perfect." Dr. Winslow said.

He came over and lifted my feet into the stirrups.

"Are you comfortable?" Dr. Winslow asked.

"In what context?" I replied sarcastically.

Dr. Winslow raised his eyebrows questioningly, but his gaze was knowing.

"Never mind. I'm fine, thanks." I laughed.

"All right then. Relax there until I get everything set up, then I can

begin the exam." Dr. Winslow said.

I nodded my head and watched the doctor turn and walk over to the

counter. I heard drawers and cupboards as he searched for the materials

he would need for my examination. After a few minutes, Dr. Winslow came

back over and loomed into view.

"Okay, I'm going to sit at the end of the table now and start the

examination. I won't do anything without letting you know first, okay?"

Dr. Winslow said.

"Great." I replied.

He smiled and gave a quick nod before disappearing between my legs. I

could feel his eyes traveling over my clean shaven vagina. After a few

seconds, Dr. Winslow spoke.

"Now I'm going to do an external genital exam. You'll feel me touching

you down here. Are you ready? Okay, I'm going to touch you now." The

doctor warned.

I held my breath and waited in anticipation of his touch. First his hand

brushed my thigh. Immediately after, I felt his gentle fingers on my

lips, moving them out of the way so he could see my hidden parts. His

fingers traveled over my lips and to my urethra. After examining that,

he moved on to my vaginal opening. His finger gently circling it. It

felt so good. There was nothing I could do to stop the moan that escaped

my lips. Immediately Dr. Winslow stopped moving his hands.

"Did that hurt?" He asked concernedly.

"No, I, it just..." I trailed off.

"It's okay, Claire. Pleasure is a normal response to touch around your

vagina. It's okay to derive pleasure from this examination. Don't be

embarrassed. Just let yourself go. It's nothing I haven't seen or heard

before." Dr. Winslow assured me.

"Okay." I said airily.

Right away Dr. Winslow carried on examining my vagina. He moved his

hands from my opening to my clitoris. He pulled back the clitoral hood

to expose the pink little pleasure organ. It was swollen and pulsing

from his touch. Dr. Winslow felt around it and then gently rubbed it

between his fingers. I gasped from the pleasure and pushed my vagina

down against his hand. My hips moved in time to his touch against my

clitoris.

"Normal sexual response." Dr. Winslow noted aloud.

This feeling was anything but normal! I had never felt such immense

pleasure in my entire life! The doctor ran his fingers over my vagina

for a few more seconds before removing them and making a few notes in my

chart. He depressed my gown in the middle so I could see his face as he

spoke.

"Everything looks fine so far." He said approvingly.

"Was my response... weird... for you doctor?" I asked, choosing my words

carefully.

"Heavens no, Claire! If you hadn't reacted in that manner I would have

been worried. It's perfectly normal for you to feel pleasure during

clitoral stimulation. Don't worry about it, I see young women like you

every day, and they all react in the same fashion." Dr. Winslow said.

I gave a relieved sigh. Okay, so the man didn't admit to thinking I was

a complete weirdo. I could only imagine what he really did think. I

still appreciated his concern for my feelings. In the silence that

followed, I knew the doctor was applying K-Y to his fingers. I was

getting excited just thinking about his fingers inside me, probing,

massaging. I closed my eyes and smiled. When I opened them a few seconds

later, Dr. Winslow stood over me with an unreadable expression on his

face. I blushed a furious scarlet.

"Sorry, my train of thought derailed for a moment there." I said

apologetically.

"That's all right, Claire. Now I want you to relax, I'm going to do an

internal examination. I'm going to lubricate your vulva first, then

insert my finger. You'll feel it moving around a bit and you will be

feeling some pressure against your vaginal walls. I need you to relax

for me. It will make the examination more comfortable." Dr. Winslow

explained.

"Sure thing." I replied.

"Okay, are you ready?" Dr. Winslow asked.

"Yes, doctor." I stated.

"All right. Relax your vaginal muscles. I'm going to touch you now. The

lubricant might be a little cold." Dr. Winslow said.

The sensation was very pleasant. His finger circled my vaginal opening

for a few seconds, gently lubricating it properly.

"Okay, now I'm going to insert my finger. Don't forget to breathe, and

remember, anything you feel is completely normal, so don't be afraid to

express it." Dr. Winslow said.

Almost instantaneously his finger slid into my opening. First up to the

first knuckle, then all the way in. At first, the doctor simply rotated

his finger inside of me from side to side, and pulled it in and out. I

was daydreaming again. We were in bed, and he was pumping, his penis was

inside of me. We were kissing frantically. After a few seconds I snapped

out of my dream. It was better just to enjoy what was happening in

reality, instead. I was beginning to find the whole medical scene very

erotic. Dr. Winslow then started to gently press against my vaginal

walls with his fingertip. As he rubbed my walls, checking for

abnormalities, I moaned silently with pleasure. His internal massage was

marvelously gentle and soothing. He continued to examine me for the next

few minutes with exquisite thoroughness. I again longed for his touch

when he removed his finger. I opened my eyes to look up at him as he

stood up from his stool.

"Well, Claire, I couldn't find any abnormalities there, and your hymen

is still intact. Now I'm going to insert a second finger to do the bi

manual examination. It might hurt a little at first, because of the

stretch, but you'll get used to it in a flash, I promise. You're doing

very well for now, so keep it up. Here we go." Dr. Winslow said.

With that, he slipped his finger back inside of my vagina. My muscles

immediately tightened around it, never wanting to let go. After a few

more seconds of gently massaging my insides, he inserted his second

finger. It stung for a second.

"Oh, ow." I gasped.

"I'm sorry, Claire. Is it better now?" Dr. Winslow asked concernedly.

"Yes, thanks." I replied.

"If something is causing you pain, let me know. This isn't a contest of

your bravery." Dr. Winslow instructed.

"I will, I promise." I said.

As I got used to the second intruder it began to feel good all over

again. The doctor's second hand found it's way to my soft pubic mound.

It travelled upwards slightly, his questing touch gently squeezing down

on my stomach, searching for my sexual organs. His eyes rested on my

face, searching them for any signs of discomfort. The attention I was

receiving vaginally and externally were enough to send me over the edge,

but I remained in control. My abdominal muscles went slack as I enjoyed

the massage. His hands moved and pressed a little more firmly over my

ovaries. I breathed in sharply as a look of pain flashed momentarily

across my face. The doctor immediately released the pressure off of my

stomach, but kept his hand there.

"I apologize. Well, Claire it seems as though we've found your ovaries.

Don't fret, a little sensitivity is always normal. Just relax for a

little while longer while I finish up, you're doing extremely well." Dr.

Winslow soothed.

I laid there for another half a minute while the doctor finished

palpating my abdomen. I felt his fingers being retracted from my vagina.

My muscles again tightened, begging his fingers not to be removed. I

breathed a sigh of content while Dr. Winslow made a few notes in my

chart. I heard him pull off his gloves and snap on a fresh pair. I also

heard the clink of metal on metal. I looked up to see him lifting the

speculum off of the tray and lubricating it skillfully. He walked over,

carrying the instrument and once again loomed into view. As he spoke, I

watched his mouth forming the words. It was so sexy!

"Now I'm going to insert this speculum into your vagina. It might be a

little uncomfortable at first, and a little cold. If it hurts, let me

know and I can re-adjust it." Dr. Winslow said.

I nodded and again watched him disappear down behind the drape that hung

between my knees. A few seconds later, I felt his hand on my lips again.

He gently pulled them apart with his thumb and forefinger before slowly

inserting the speculum. It was cold, and made my muscles contract a

little. I gave an involuntary shuddering spasm. Dr. Winslow noticed and

stopped advancing the instrument for a second.

"Are you all right? Did I hurt you?" He asked concernedly.

"No, I'm fine. I'm just getting a cramp from the cold of the metal,

that's all." I said.

"That's normal. I'll gently massage your lower abdomen to help with the

cramps for a little bit before I continue with the exam." Dr. Winslow

said.

"Okay, thanks." I replied.

"I just want to be sure you're okay and comfortable. I'll finish

inserting the speculum and I'll open it before I massage your abdomen."

Dr. Winslow said sympathetically.

I took deep, cleansing breaths as he carefully eased the speculum in the

rest of the way and opened it. I heard the clicking sound as it came

apart. After it had been opened all the way, Dr. Winslow laid his right

hand gently on my stomach, just above my pubic region. He started

rubbing in circles, pressing down lightly. I closed my eyes and let out

a low, guttural moan as the cramp eased and I was becoming aroused.

After a little while longer, the doctor desisted. He adjusted the floor

lamp so he had a better view of my vagina. He got a good, thorough look

before speaking again.

"Well, Claire, there's nothing wrong from what I can see. Now I'm going

to do a pap smear. It might feel a little uncomfortable, and if you

start getting cramps let me know and I'll massage your abdomen again."

Dr. Winslow instructed.

"Mmm hmm." I moaned.

This exam was turning into an erotic fantasy. I thought it would have

been sheer torture, especially after I initially found out I was going

to be examined by a male physician, but it was anything but torturous. I

wished it would never end. It was then that I felt the swab scraping

against my cervix. It sent shivers up my spine, but didn't really bother

me. After that, the doctor quickly closed and withdrew the speculum. By

then I had given up any and all resistance, both physical and mental, to

the examination. After putting everything away and putting on a fresh

pair of gloves, Dr. Winslow returned to my side. He lubricated his

finger as he stood at the foot of the table.

"All right now, Claire, I need you to slide down a tad further for me,

just like that. Wonderful. Now, I'm going to do a rectal examination.

It'll feel like when I was lubricating your rectum for the thermometer.

I'll re-lubricate the outside a little first, and then I'll tell you to

bear down for me so I can more easily insert my finger, okay?" Dr.

Winslow explained.

"Bear down?" I asked.

"Like you're having a bowel movement." Dr. Winslow said wisely.

"Oh. Right. Okay." I said.

The doctor smiled and sat down on the stool at the foot of the

examination table.

"Okay, I'm going to lubricate your anus now." Dr. Winslow prompted.

I once again relaxed my body and let his fingers do the walking. I felt

him rubbing my anus and purred with pleasure. After a few more seconds

of lubrication, the doctor's finger stopped moving.

"All right, now bear down for me, Claire. That's a good girl." Dr.

Winslow instructed.

I tensed my anus and felt Dr. WInslow’s finger glide in. Again I was hit

with a wave of deep, sexual pleasure. I couldn't see what he was doing,

but I imagined it looked pretty odd. I felt him rubbing up against my

rectal walls with his finger, and it felt beyond good. The pleasure was

beyond orgasmic. I closed my eyes and envisioned his form standing

there, clad in his lab coat, black trousers, and blue shirt. It was

enough to blow any girls' mind. After a few minutes of deep probing, the

examination was over. I felt his finger slide out of my anus and then he

wiped the lubrication off of my backside with a towel.

"Well, Claire, everything looks great! Your examination went very well.

You're in perfect health. I'll leave you to get dressed and then you can

meet me in my office and we can discuss a few things. My office is at

the end of the hall, on the right." Dr. Winslow said.

"Great, I'll be there in a minute." I replied.

Dr. Winslow nodded and picked up my chart before turning around and

leaving the room. Once the door was closed and he was safely out of

hearing range, I hopped of the table and laughed to myself wildly. As I

got dressed, I relived every moment of the examination in perfect

detail. It was the highlight of my life. I finished getting dressed

quickly and I almost ran to Dr. WInslow’s office. I knocked on the door

and heard him calling for me to come in. I stepped inside and closed the

door behind me.

"Please, have a seat." Dr. Winslow offered, motioning to a chair.

I walked across the room and dropped down into a cushy leather chair

across the desk from where Dr. Winslow sat. I wished that the beastly

blush on my cheeks would fade. The doctor rolled his chair closer to the

desk and leaned on it, joining his hands and propping himself up on his

elbows. I clutched my handbag to keep myself from leaping over the desk

and kissing him. The office was warm, and cozily decorated. The doctor

smiled at me warmly.

"That wasn't so bad for your first pelvic exam now, was it?" He asked.

"No, it really wasn't. Not at all. You put me at ease to an extent that

Dr. .Abernathy could never hold a candle to. At first I was worried, I

didn't know how I'd react to being seen by a male physician, but now I

look back and think how stupid I was." I admitted.

"I'm glad that you can walk away from this and not call it a traumatic

experience." Dr. Winslow laughed.

"So am I." I smiled.

"Now then. I hope that you realize the importance of a full annual

physical examination. I want you to come back and see Dr. .Abernathy

once a year for a full work up. If not Dr. .Abernathy, than another

physician of your choice, but get yearly check ups." Dr. Winslow said

sternly.

"I will, I promise." I said, and I meant it.

"I also want you to practice doing monthly breast self exams. If you are

at all concerned about anything, see a physician." Dr. Winslow stated.

As he spoke, he looked me straight in the eyes. His gaze burned into me

and warmed me from the tips of my toes to the roots of my hair. I had to

bite my cheek to keep from smiling.

"Okay, this might be a weird question but, do you have a practice of

your own? I mean, don't get me wrong, Dr. .Abernathy is great, but now

that I know the level of trust I instilled in you, I can't see myself

seeing her anymore." I sputtered.

"Actually, I do have a practice, and I'm glad I was able to make you

feel like you could trust me so deeply. I just opened my practice last

week, so I don't have many patients yet, which is why I was able to take

over this practice for a few days. Here, take this card and call the

receptionist to make an appointment for next year. Like I said, if you

have any concerns at all don't hesitate to call." Dr. Winslow said,

handing me a card.

"Thanks a lot, Dr. Winslow." I smiled.

"Any time, Claire. Do you have any further questions?" He inquired.

"Nope, that's it." I replied.

"All right then. It was great meeting you, you are the best patient I've

ever treated. I'll see you soon." Dr. Winslow said.

"You're the best doctor that's ever treated me, and many others, I'm

sure." I said.

Dr. Winslow stood up from behind his desk and walked around to where I

sat. I stood and looked up at him. He stepped back a bit to allow me to

walk around to the door. We shook hands and his touch still electrified

me as much as it had the first time. I gave him one last smile.

"See you, doctor." I said.

"See you, Claire." He replied.

And with that I left the office. I heard the door click shut behind me

as I walked down the hall. I said goodbye to the receptionist and walked

out the front doors of the clinic. It was the end of the best experience

of my life, but definitely not the last of it's kind. I skipped down the

street with a new spring in my step, whistling. Life was good, after all.