"Kyle?" the nurse called.
I stoop up and followed her into the doctor's office.
"I'm April, I'm going to take your blood pressure and ask you a few questions and then Dr. West will be in to see you."
April was a very pretty girl. I would guess she's probably about 22, same age as me. Despite being in baggy scrubs she still looked gorgeous. As she put the band around my arm, touching me, I could feel myself getting a little worked up.
Pathetic isn't it? Just the slightest touch from a pretty girl was enough to do that to me. It wasn't something that I got often. Even after moving to a new city since graduating college, I was still having no luck on dating apps.
I felt the band tighten around my arm as the machine went to work. Soon the pressure started to alleviate, and she freed my arm.
"I'm gonna need you to get down to just your underwear, we need to get your weight," April told me, pointing to the scale.
I blushed, nervous about showing my body to this pretty girl. But I knew I was at the doctors and this was just part of the process. Besides, so what if I was over weight? Shes seen much worse before I'm sure.
I removed my shoes, socks, shirt and pants. I could feel the heat in my cheeks, standing in front of her with just my briefs on. I could feel my cock start to harden, and quickly shifted my focus to something else.
I stepped onto the scale. She moved something around trying to get the balance just right.
"Looks like, 5'8", 250 pounds," she said, matter of factly as she wrote on the paper. It felt much worse hearing her say it.
"Ok, now I just need to ask you a few questions, and the doctor will be in to see you."
I picked up my pants and started to put them back on.
"Oh, nono, no need for that," she said interrupting me, "the doctor will just need you to remove them again when they come in."
I put the pants back down and sat on the table. I could feel and hear the paper crunch beneath me.
"So you're just in here today for a checkup? Is that right?"
"Yes, that's correct," I responded.
"Ok, do you smoke?"
"No."
"Do you do any drugs?"
"No."
"Do you drink alcohol?"
"Yes but only occasionally."
"Alright, are you currently sexually active?"
She looked up from the paper for the first time. I could feel the heat returning to my cheeks as she looked at me.
"No..." I answered meekly.
"Okay, well when was the last time you had sex?" This time she was looking down at the paper as she asked it.
I was starting to sweat. Did I really have to tell a beautiful girl about this secret while half naked?
"Well, I ah. I've never done uh, that. Before."
I could barely get it out, I kept tripping over my own words.
She looked up from the paper at me, I could see her have to stifle a laugh that had come as a reflex. I wanted to curl up and die.
She asked me more questions, allergies, medical history. I can barely remember.