I was staying at a friend’s house last weekend while on a "quick trip" vacation and, on Saturday evening, I started to feel a little sick. The next morning, I woke up and just didn’t have the energy to get going. My friend, Emma, noticed this and asked me what was wrong. When I told her that I was feeling a bit under the weather she felt my forehead and noted that I felt warm. I asked her if she had a thermometer and she told me that she thought she had one. I thought everybody had a thermometer in the house, but I guess not. She came back into the room and told me that she thought she had a thermometer but she couldn’t recall ever having used it so she probably didn’t have one…
I told her that it was no big deal and to get on with the day---that I would be okay. I drifted off to sleep and didn’t pay it any more mind. Probably about half an hour later Emma awakened me and told me that she had gotten a thermometer from her neighbor because she was really concerned about my fever; actually, I was feeling pretty bad and I think the fever was getting a little high. So, I appreciated her concern. Then, the “surprise” came---Emma told me that all her neighbor had was a “baby thermometer” (i.e., a RECTAL thermometer) so I’d have to take my temperature the “old-fashioned way”.
Although I was a bit surprised, I didn’t really think too much about it because I was curious what my temperature was. However, as I started to think this through-and how awful I felt-I began to think what a true “pain in the ass” it would be to take my temperature rectally. Emma had laid the thermometer on the nightstand next to the bed and I looked over to see it in the case and a small jar of Vaseline next to it. Then, I must have drifted off again because the next thing I remember is Emma sitting on the side of the bed asking me what my temperature was.
At that time, it was quite easy to admit that I had not taken a rectal temperature (much less, on myself) and to ask Emma to help me. She actually seemed to be embarrassed to have to subject me to having my temperature taken rectally. But, I guess I was a bit encouraging when I rolled over on my stomach and kicked the covers back, exposing my panty-clad bottom. I was wearing a long T-shirt but that had risen up above my hips. Now, I was a little bit embarrassed, but Emma and I had been friends since high school and had seen each other naked and in various forms of dress and undress for 20+ years. Emma got a little bit more comfortable and lowered my panties to my knees and then, at my suggestion, removed them. I looked over and saw her jabbing the thermometer in and out on the Vaseline jar, and when she was finished, she removed it and I saw a large glob of Vaseline on the tip.
Almost instinctually, I spread my legs, as I felt her hand on my buttocks separating them to expose my anus. I jumped and squeezed my anus tight as I felt the thermometer and the cold Vaseline make contact. I think this also surprised Emma as she withdrew like she had hurt me. But I told her it was OK and to try again; this time, she just waited until “the shock” was over and then she slid the thermometer into my rectum. The first time, she went in at the wrong angle so it kind of poked me, but the next time she got it right and it slid in fine.
Emma was very concerned that she was hurting me and apologetically expressed that she had, somehow, set me up for this bad experience. Actually, it was no big deal and was even easier than having to pay attention and keep an oral thermometer under my tongue. So now, while the thermometer registered, we were able to kid each other about “playing doctor” as kids and even being kinky as adults and Emma gave me a light smack on the butt! I don’t want to say that I was getting aroused, but it was no big deal to lie there and have my temperature taken rectally. In fact, it may have even felt good had I been feeling better.
When Emma went to remove the thermometer, it also caught me by surprise and I clenched my butt shut---kind of squeezing on the thermometer. I’ll never forget her response: “Oh, you like that?” I really didn’t know quite how to respond because the response was involuntary but it did feel kind of good! And, Emma pushed the thermometer in again before removing it. She took a Kleenex to wipe the thermometer and to wipe between my buttocks. Then, reading the thermometer, she told me that my temperature was 101.2 degrees---so, no wonder I was feeling bad!
Now, what was funny was that later in the day when Emma returned home from work she came in to check on me and then commented that she had forgotten to stop by the store to get an oral thermometer. I told her that it was no big deal since I was feeling a little better anyhow. She again felt my forehead and commented that I did feel a little cooler but wouldn’t it be nice to know what my temperature really was? Almost at the same time we both looked at the thermometer and the Vaseline sitting on the nightstand and, at that time, I rolled over on my stomach to present my buttocks once again for a temperature taking---I had left my panties off since the last time this morning. The second time, Emma went right to it and before I knew it the thermometer was in my rectum. This time, however, Emma was very comfortable and was even playful… moving the thermometer in and out of my rectum as we both giggled when I squirmed… my temperature was now 99.9 degrees, which was only slightly elevated based upon the fact that rectal temperature is one degree higher than oral temperature and normal oral temperature would be 98.6 degrees. So, a day of rest, fluids, and Tylenol had done the trick!
The morning of the next day I felt fine, but just before I was about to get out of bed, Emma came into my room and asked how I was doing. I told her that I felt fine but it was so funny to look up and see her shaking down the thermometer and then getting it greased up with Vaseline. I told her again that I felt fine but I think she really wanted to make sure; actually, I think it was almost playful for her. Emma pulled the cover down to the bottom of the bed and, as I was about to acquiesce to her "initiative" and roll over, she put her hand on my hip to stop me.
"Just lie on your back, spread your legs and I'll take your temperature," she said, pushing on my hip to force me to lie on my back, and then she ran her hand down my thigh and put it under my knee to bring it up.
This was different than just exposing my buttocks and anus (and maybe a bit of a view of my vagina deep between my legs). Now, "everything" was exposed. I was glad that I had trimmed up down there, leaving a light patch of hair above the lips of my vagina, but clean everywhere else - and I always took care to make sure I shaved between my buttocks and perineum. I felt Emma's hand on my buttocks, separating them for good access to my anus --- and then, she was using the tip of the thermometer to spread the lubricant, before slowly inserting the thermometer. That felt so good and, yes, I did feel a tingling between my legs.
Emma giggled, standing next to the bed and looking at me. "You're so cute," she said.
Although I felt exposed, I also felt comfortable lying there spread and with a thermometer inserted into my anus. I couldn't help myself; I let my hand run down across my stomach and come to rest so that my fingertips were resting on my clitoris. That felt nice and it made me constrict my anus on the thermometer. WHOA! That was wonderful!
"You like that, huh?" Emma asked, and then she reached down and, taking the thermometer, between her fingers, started to move it around and in and out.
While I didn't want to masturbate in front of Emma, I did enjoy the feeling and I rubbed my clitoris as Emma moved the thermometer around. I think Emma also knew that this could go in a direction that we both would like, but didn't want it to happen, because she stopped moving the thermometer around at just about the same time I moved my hand away from my clitoris and just rubbed around it.
I sighed, and my knees had relaxed to open further.
Emma, too, was very cute as we gazed into each other's eyes and smiled, no words needed to be exchanged. It was a pleasant few minutes and, then, Emma reached between my legs and slowly withdrew the thermometer. She had a tissue in her hand and, after wiping the thermometer, she read it.
"99.2 degrees," she said. She went back to the bathroom with the thermometer. I remained in place, as I had gotten comfortable, enjoying the feeling between my legs. When she returned, I noticed that she had taken off her shorts and her panties, leaving her in just her white tank-top. I could see her pubis and noted that, although she was trimmed, it wasn't as much as me (and I recalled when we first "discovered" shaving in high school).
"Move over, let's ease into the morning together," Emma said, as she sat on the bed next to me.
I moved over and Emma got in, pulling the covers up over us. She slid over close to me and turned on her side, her buttocks against my hips. I turned on my side and put my arm around her, my good friend, as I felt the warmth of her buttocks against my pubis ... and we drifted off to sleep.
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The point of all of this is: WHAT IS THE BIG DEAL ABOUT TAKING A RECTAL TEMPERATURE??? It seems to me that it is easier and the most accurate way. Yet, there seems to be a stigma about it at least in the United States. I understand, however, that in certain countries in Europe it is standard procedure.[/color] The next thought; however, is --- WHAT IS THE BIG DEAL ABOUT TAKING A RECTAL TEMPERATURE? but this time, from a different perspective. It feels so good.
Can anybody share with me their thoughts and/or experiences?