It was late afternoon when I woke from my fitful nap. The house was empty, and I could see shadows forming outside. Still feeling light-headed, I went into the bathroom and took a long shower to try to warm up. After donning my bathrobe, I headed for the kitchen but was too woozy to eat anything, so I just sat at the breakfast table and tried to read the newspaper.

After about 20 minutes I heard the front door open. Katie soon appeared the kitchen holding a white paper bag marked “Phillips Pharmacy”. She had changed into gym shorts and a loose-fitting sleeveless t-shirt. She was obviously not wearing a bra because her breasts were bouncing freely as she walked in.

“Oh, Luke, you’re awake! How do you feel?” she asked, putting her hand on my forehead. “Hmmm”, she said with a slightly concerned expression on her face before I could answer. “Have you taken your temperature yet?”

“Um, no…” I have to admit that the visit to the doctor’s office had become a bit of a blur, and I had totally forgotten about Jill’s instruction.

Katie gave me a kind of fake-stern look. “Oh, you’re such a baby! Well, we’ll take care of that in a few minutes,” she said ominously.

I immediately regretted not having taken charge of things myself to show Katie how mature I was. Maybe I should just take the initiative now and go get the oral thermometer? At the same time, I really didn’t feel like getting up. And, in a strange way that my late-adolescent brain didn’t quite understand, it was kind of comforting to have Katie there. So, I ended up just sitting at the table.

At that point the phone rang. Katie walked over and picked up the receiver. “Hello? Williams residence. Oh, hi, Mrs. Williams! How was your flight? Yes... Yes, it went well, though it turns out he does have strep... Yes, penicillin...” She glanced over in my direction. “No, he’s still warm, and he looks miserable… “I think so; I’ll need to take it…” Her face then reddened a shade, and I noticed her nipples again under her t-shirt. “Yes, Jill told me…. Hmmm, yes, I saw…. OK, if you think so… Good luck with your meetings, and don’t worry at all about things here! I’ve got everything under control. Bye!”

Katie hung up the phone with a little smile and disappeared upstairs. After a few minutes she called me up and met me at the top of the stairs. She still seemed slightly flushed.

“I need to take your temperature,” she said matter-of-factly as she took my hand and led me toward the master bedroom. My heart was pounding inside my chest. Surely, she would be using the oral thermometer, I tried to convince myself. But to my dismay, upon arriving in the bedroom, I saw the stubby-tipped thermometer and Vaseline jar on the nightstand. There was also a box of medicine. I felt a new stirring in my loin and steeled myself for more embarrassment.

But what came next was actually worse than I imagined.

Katie sat down on the side of the bed.

“We need to do it rectally, of course, to be consistent with your earlier readings,” she added. “And because you’ve been acting like a baby, I’m going to treat you like one.”

My head started reeling, wondering what exactly she meant, and I started to get dizzy.

“Take off your bathrobe,” she instructed with that little smile that I had seen at the pediatrian’s office.

I froze, remembering that once again I had nothing on underneath. The stirring in my groin was more pronounced now, especially seeing Katie’s bare legs and her shorts pushed up slightly into her crotch. The shapes of her breasts were also visible through her t-shirt.

“Katie, do we really have to?” I stammered, trying to stall for time. “I think I can use the oral thermometer now.”

“Jill was very clear about the importance of using the same method so we can accurately track the progress of your fever,” Katie replied. “Besides, your mom told me she thinks you might prefer it this way,” she added, with a slightly smug smile.

Her gaze didn’t falter, and I knew that I wasn’t in any shape to put up much resistance. So, I finally ceded, untying the belt and allowing my bathrobe to slip to the ground. Katie’s color deepened another shade as I stood naked in front of her, my now erect penis just inches from her face. Then I learned what she had meant by treating me "like a baby”, because she took my hand and gently guided me face down across her warm lap and helped get my feet up on the bed.

I’m not sure how to describe all the complex emotions that I felt at that moment. On one hand, it is difficult to see how a young man could have been more humiliated than to be stark naked across a pretty woman’s lap. Especially when that woman was his neighbor on whom he’s had a crush for years. On the other hand, it was strangely pleasant to be cared for and not have to make any decisions for myself. And I have to admit that the idea of having the comfortable stubby bulb in my rectum seemed better than the sharp oral thermometer jammed under my tongue. On top of all that, I couldn’t ignore the eroticism of the moment, with my hard penis pressed between Katie’s bare legs, knowing that it might actually be touching her own intimate area. All that served to make my erection as hard as I have ever experienced.

Katie reached over me and picked up the thermometer off the nightstand. As she did so, her soft breasts pressed sensually against my bare back. After reading the thermometer and shaking it down, she put a dollop of Vaseline on the tip, spread my raised bottom with two fingers and deftly inserted it into my rectum. I felt the glass glide deep inside then come to a rest as her hand cupped my bare behind. The sureness of her gestures made me wonder if she had already done this before – maybe with Ben? I found the idea strange and erotic at the same time.

Neither Katie nor I spoke while the thermometer was registering. I had to wonder what was going through her head. From time to time, she pushed it to one side as if to monitor the interim progress of the column of mercury. And for a while she seemed to be gently caressing me. Did she enjoy this? It sure seemed like it, but I dared not ask. In any event, the result was that my penis remained rock-hard between her thighs the entire time.

Five minutes finally passed. Or maybe it was more, since I had lost all track of time. Katie removed the thermometer, wiped it with a Kleenex and held it up to read it.

“Your temp is still over 102. You must be pretty uncomfortable,” she said, reaching over again to put down the thermometer and pick of the box of medication. “This should help with that.”

Wondering how I was possibly going to swallow a pill while lying across Katie’s lap, I was in for yet another surprise.

“This is a suppository,” Katie said. “It has to go in where the thermometer went.”

Although I had heard stories about suppositories from friends when I was younger, I had never actually had one myself. I was petrified.

“Is that really what the doctor prescribed?” was all I could squeak out in a barely audible voice.

“Yes, it’s a strong dose of paracetamol. The nurse at the check-out desk said it works faster this way compared with oral medication,” she replied casually, as if there was nothing unusual about the situation.

Katie again spread my cheeks. I don’t know what she was waiting for, but it seemed like an eternity before I felt the cool medicine press up against my anus. Suddenly, it was inside, and I felt it slip past my sphincter. To my shock, Katie then continued with her finger.

“I need to make sure it goes all the way in,” she explained, as she slowly worked her finger a few times in and out of my now clenching anus.

I can’t say for sure whether she was getting any pleasure out of this, but I was genuinely afraid that I would ejaculate right there in her lap from all the strange sensations. Just in the nick of time, she removed her finger and told me I could get up.

“Why don’t you go to bed now,” Katie suggested as I arose, trembling, both relieved and yet somehow disappointed to be off her lap. “But don’t put on pyjamas; I’ll need to check your temperature later and don’t want to have to wake you.”

She smiled again sweetly as I made my way still naked to my bedroom. It was only 8 p.m., but I collapsed into bed and fell asleep.