This is another true story of a rectal temperature taking that I've had in my life. The names are changed to protect everyone's privacy.

Amanda was a very pretty girl. Tall, dark haired, with piercing green eyes, she's not the sort of person I can forget easily. I met her one night at a nightclub, she was a friend of a friend, and immediately we hit it off. Within days we were in touch, and had set up a date.

On the appointed evening, we went out to dinner. The two of us sat across from each other, talking. The conversation was fairly mundane until something caught my interest. Amanda mentioned that she had had some rather severe abdominal pain in the last week. What she further described sounded a little like appendicitis. Lower right quadrant pain, rebound tenderness, etc.

I was torn. I knew that one of the ways to diagnose appendicitis is to take a rectal temperature, but on the other hand, I'm not a doctor, and really have no business making medical determinations. Still though it couldn't hurt to try….

Amanda and I finished dinner and headed back to my place to just hang out and talk. It was pretty clear that we liked each other, and that there might be something between us. During the course of talking, I got up the courage to tell her that one way to diagnose appendicitis is to take a rectal temperature, and see if it's elevated. Amanda sort of looked at me, a little bewildered.

"What does that show?" she asked.

"Well, it shows that there's an infectious process going on in the pelvic region, and that there might be something up. Its not a sure fire way to diagnose it, but its an indication that something might be wrong." I said.

Amanda sort of regarded me for a minute, and then asked "How do you know so much about this?"

I told her (truthfully) that my professional job requires me to know a fair amount about medicine, and that I deal with doctors a lot. She cocked her head and looked at me.

"God, I haven't had anything like that done since I was a little girl. I wonder what it feels like." She said.

I sort of smiled and decided to push the issue. "Well, if you are comfortable with it, and if you trust me, I'd offer to do it for you."

She looked at me for a second and laughed. "And what makes you think that I'd let you do something like that?"

"Well, nothing really. I was just offering to be nice. I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

Amanda fixed her green eyes on me. "I'm not uncomfortable and I don't mind if you do. How shall we do this?"

Needless to say, I felt blood rush to my brain and almost thought I'd faint for a second. This was the last thing I'd ever expected to happen. Steeling myself, I calmly stood up, and told her that I needed to go get a thermometer and some lubricant. I asked her to wait in the living room for me to return.

Once in the bathroom, I was torn - part of me knew that what I was doing was a semi-legitimate medical procedure, and the other part of me wanted to rip my pants off and masturbate compulsively before I returned to her. Needless to say, the rational part of my mind won over. I gathered up a thermometer, some K-Y Jelly, and went back to the living room.

Amanda was sitting on the couch, thumbing through a book of poetry I had left on the coffee table. "What took you so long?" she asked, smiling.

I stood in front of her, shaking down the thermometer. "Now how do you want to do this? I suggest that you stand and bend over something."

Amanda stood up, rising to her full 5'9" height, and looked around the room for something to bend over. Both our eyes alighted on a high backed chair in the room, and simultaneously we half exclaimed "How about there?"

Chuckling, she walked over to the chair, turned her back towards me, and flipped up her skirt. She was wearing a black thong, and she made a little scene of pulling it down - slowly, peeling it off herself and almost caressing it off herself, down her long legs. There was no doubt that she was well aware of the sexual element of what was about to happen.

With her panties in a pool around her feet, Amanda bent over the chair, exposing a perfect rear end. She turned her head a bit and looked at me. "This doesn't hurt or anything, right?"

"No, its just going to be a little cold. But it will help if you relax as much as you can." I reminded her.

By this time I had the thermometer shaken down, and lubricated. I gently placed one hand on Amada's right cheek and spread her open a little more. I could feel her tense up a bit as she grabbed the back of the chair harder.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Yeah, its fine." She said.

I could see her anus, perfectly hairless and spread so invitingly. I took the thermometer and gently slid it into her. I slid it in about 1.5 - 2 inches and held it in place.

"Oh my god" Amanda cried out. "That's REALLY cold!"

"It'll warm up, just relax" I said, while holding the thermometer tightly between her cheeks.

We stood like that for about 5 minutes, neither of us really knowing what to say. Finally, I withdrew the thermometer. Amanda stood and turned around to face me. I read the thermometer.

"Well?" said Amanda.

"Pleased to say that your temperature is normal." I said.

There we were, both facing each other, not more than a foot apart. Me holding a thermometer, Amanda with her panties around her feet, and K-Y still deep inside her bowels. We were drawn to each other with animalistic attraction. We kissed, lightly at first, but soon devouring each other in animalistic passion.

When we parted, her lipstick was smeared across half her face, and I was wearing the rest of it. That night we kissed, we held each other, we cuddled, but we didn't have sex. For some reason it wasn't right then, we really liked each other and we wanted to see if there was potential between us. Eventually, we became a couple, and had a great relationship for just under a year before events beyond the scope of this story broke us up. And for those of you who are wondering, Amanda didn't have appendicitis.

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