My girlfriend Abby is a third-year nursing student at a major university. She lives in an off-campus apartment with two other girls, Barb and Carla. While Barb is a biology major, Carla, like Abby, is also a nursing student. While I attend a different university where I am majoring in engineering, Abby is only a couple of hours away meaning that I get to spend most weekends with her.
The first few weeks of the academic year went really well. On Friday afternoons I would drive to Abby's campus where we would spend the weekend together, but the best part was having sex on most Friday and Saturday nights. Barb and Carla really treated me like a brother and we all got along great. They didn't seem to mind having a guy around and wouldn't think twice about walking down the hall between their rooms and the bathroom in just bra and panties, or on occasion even less.
The first semester was a good time as we really enjoyed one another's company on the weekends. However, nursing students have other issues and one in particular has to do with the practical aspects of what they are studying. Being the only male, or should I say male with whom they are comfortable, Abby and Carla would frequently use me as their patient. The first occasion happened in January when they needed to use a stethoscope to listen to heartbeats and lung functioning. Sure, they could have used one another, but as long as I was nearby why not have some fun. That went OK as they did the homework assignment using a sphygmomanometer to check my blood pressure. No big deal here either until Carla wondered whether my seeing Abby topless would have any effect. Abby was highly amused by all this and shortly thereafter took off her shirt and bra as Carla took the measurement—and, yes, the blood pressure as well as heartbeat both did increase somewhat. I think Abby was pleased that the sight of her boobs got me excited, but nevertheless I was happy that Carla didn't want Abby totally naked, but just to determine that my feelings for Abby were genuine, Abby had Carla take off her shirt and bra. My heartbeat and blood pressure were not as high as when I saw Abby—whew! Good thing, too!
Some weeks later the girls had an assignment concerning temperature. They had to compare the electronic forehead scanner with the traditional oral and, yes, the rectal thermometers. Two out of three wasn't bad, but then I had to succumb to getting my temperature taken in my butt. There was some discussion of who would perform it, but they did agree that since Abby was my girlfriend that she should do the honors. For the most part it was a professional experience. Abby put on a pair of latex gloves, lubed my anus, and inserted the thermometer. To say that this occurred without some joking about my butt would be too much of a stretch.
I'm not sure why the focus was always on my butt, but it might be because the girls took more than a little pleasure in teasing me—in all honesty my butt isn't that big and Abby thinks it's just plain cute. The next exam was a prostate one, but now it wasn't which girl was going to be doing what, but for the purposes of their homework assignment, both had to do the exam.
Now I had never had one of these done before and when they explained what they were going to do I had to have turned multiple shades of red. Again, it was the latex gloves and both Abby and Carla teased me by showing the length of their index fingers. Fortunately, neither had long fingernails. Abby went first and well lubricated her finger before inserting it in my butt. She had to wiggle it around to find my prostate, but when she did, I immediately got a firm erection, which neither girl failed to notice.
"Oh, wow. Look what that does!" said Carla. "I like it better than when it's limp."
"Yeah, so do I, but now that I've succeeded in being able to find his prostate it's your turn."
Carla then tried it. Again, it was lubrication and insertion of her finger. Like Abby she had to wiggle it around to find the right spot and the two had an ongoing discussion as to how to find what they were looking for and what it should feel like.
"I never in a million years thought that I would ever be fingering my roommate's boyfriend's ass," she said giggling all the while.
"So long as you don't really like doing it that much," replied Abby.
"Hey, are you forgetting that I am not enjoying this all that much," I chimed in.
"Really?" asked Carla. "Then how come you have a huge erection when I do it?"
"It's involuntary."
"Sure, you just like women playing with you," Carla replied as she withdrew her finger and proceeded to peel off the glove.
"Generally speaking, I think I do," I admitted with a dirty grin.
The invasiveness of the weekend homework assignments seemed to increase over time. Moreover, I was still the patient, no, let me say victim, of choice. Towards the end of the semester came the crowning touch and I was glad that the girls would have to be studying for exams instead of looking for me to be the guinea pig yet one more time. But there came the occasion when they each had to give an enema. Yes, you just read that right—the original plan was that I would get two enemas: one from Abby and then one from Carla. It certainly wasn't going to be my favorite experience as the subject of two nursing students.
The girls were a bit cagey about breaking the news to me. It was a Friday evening, Abby, Barb, and Carla all had arrived home, and I had made my usual huge pitcher of pina coladas. We weren't anywhere near sloshed, but the alcohol had made us all much more, should I say, comfortable. I was the one who brought it up, at least thinking that it was a joking matter.
