Pam has been a "Teaching Assistant" for the University medical school for five months now. Specifically, she's a pelvic model who once a month has a full "well woman" check-up under the auspices of the University in the offices of her GYN, Dr. Christopher McCann as he introduces second year medical students to the practice of a general obstetrics and gynecology office.
She had initially gone to his office to fulfill a desire she has discovered to expose herself for sexual gratification. That's rather clinical for saying she has discovered and is exploring the rush she gets from flashing. I've always wanted her to show herself off, and over the last year or so she has been expanding our mutual thrill when she's seen. It's been a long-time topic of our pillow talk, but it's a rather recent actualization and came about almost accidentally when she sought treatment for what she felt were unsightly spider veins. We've both come to the realization that it arouses both of us tremendously; our sex life has improved and, if possible, we're even more in love.
Her initial visit to Dr. McCann, her first ever with a male doctor for a 'girl parts' exam, became something more when she discovered that she'd signed a release allowing a medical student to be part of the exam. (Read Pam - A New Doctor Pt 1-3, for the details) Dr. McCann had thanked her for allowing the student to participate and had been especially complimentary of Pam for her feedback to the student, suggesting that she consider becoming a 'training instructor.' After some thought and with my saying I was fine with it but that it was her choice, she decided to formally become a "Teaching Assistant."
I recalled that I had waited all day for her to tell me about the training. It was held in the evening at the medical school, so I'd picked up our boys from the daycare and sated their hunger as best as I could with a stop at a fast food burger joint, complete with ice cream treats for dessert. Pam got home, got her hugs and we finally got the boys to sleep - and I was positively humming with anticipation.
I'm not sure what I was expecting, but Pam simply answered "interesting" when I asked how the class was. I suppose I was imagining, well, something a lot sexier.
"It was pretty clinical" she said as she sat next to me on our bed after her shower. Wearing just her usual t-shirt and my mind expecting to hear the whole class was naked, I was surprised.
"What do you mean 'clinical?" I asked.
"It began with us all filling out a questionnaire, stuff like whether we'd ever had a pelvic exam, if we still had a uterus, had we ever experiences sexual abuse? Then about our motivations; were we motivated to be of service to others, did we enjoy a teaching environment, how comfortable did we feel exposing our pelvic areas, how did we feel about give feedback regarding our comfort during an exam, or that the examiner needed to change an approach?"
"I suppose that's all important," I tried to stay interested, waiting for the 'good stuff.' She's right when she says all men are just big twelve-year olds.
"As each of us finished the paperwork and turned it in, we were taken aside by an OB/GYN and a senior assistant and our answers were gone over," she continued.
"A senior assistant?" I asked.
"Women who have been doing this for over a year," she answered.
"Really?"
"Yes, really," I thought I caught an eye roll. "Karen, the program coordinator, has been doing it off and on for almost twenty-five years. She started when her husband was in medical school. They were "young, dumb, happy...and poor" as she put it. The $25 she got for each exam let them go out to eat, she told us."
"Wow," I was surprised. "And she still...?"
"Yep. As she explained, it's actually harder to recruit younger women."
I kinda had to think about that for a bit. Reading porn on the internet, I'd have thought that schools would be turning this free sex, no commitment generation away in droves. I mean, there's gotta be six million pussy pictures on the net right now.
"Anyhow, they resumed the class, but they had let two of the ladies... well, they asked them to please reconsider," Pam said quietly.
"Not you?"
"No, Steve, not me. I'm not an idiot." The glare in her eyes was deadly. I did not mean to say she was in any way, but I knew a great part of her motivation was sexual stimulation, for both of us. Probably the major reason.
"I know," she said softly, taking my hand in hers. "I know why I went to Chris, why I said yes to his offer..." she said through a look of dreamy sexiness. Smiling, she said, "I couldn't put
that
on the form, of course," she almost giggled.
"I guess not," I agreed readily.
"Anyhow, after that, we got to the training. There were a couple films from ACOG.."
"ACOG?"
"The American College of Obstetricians and Gynecologists, the national group all this comes through," she answered like everyone knew that. "Kind of, well, very, clinical stuff on the exam, how it should be done correctly and..."
"No demonstrations?" I asked like a twelve-year old.
"No, Baby, no demonstrations," she answered patiently, an eye roll thrown in. "But Dr. McCann stopped the films a lot and made comments, thing for us to note."
"Chris was there?" I asked surprised.
"Dr. Warren McCann, his dad! He's an OB/GYN too, and a professor at the med school. A very handsome man, probably mid-fifties or so. I can see where Chris gets his looks."
"Mmmm," I smiled. "Would you go to him for an exam?"
Pam squeezed my hand and said, the corners of her mouth turned up, "I don't think I'd mind that too much."
"You're naughty. The son and the father..."
She smiled and shrugged her shoulders. I noticed her t-shirt had two bumps that weren't so prominent earlier.
