Never mind why I thought I might have an STD. Later, it turned out that I didn't. I'd gone to the health clinic a half-mile off campus to get tested.
I filled out the paperwork at the office window, nervously aware that everyone in the waiting room could be watching me. I found an empty chair and tried to be invisible.
Twenty minutes went by before I was called. I tried not to make eye contact. The waiting room was mostly women. But there was a broad mixture waiting their turn. Older and younger. All races, people from all walks of life. I saw a couple, but mostly women alone.
The nurse called me through the door into the back office. A hallway, a workstation, some carts, a scale, and a bunch of closed doors.
She led me through one of the doors into the examination room. She was in her 50s, graying black hair tied back, sturdy and no-nonsense. Clearly very busy, and not somone who would tolerate delay or shenanigans.
In the middle of the room, a padded table, covered with a paper sheet. And two college-age girls busying themselves. I assumed they were cleaning up after the last patient.
The nurse told me that I should take off all my clothes except my underwear and have a seat on the table, and that she would be back to begin the examination.
The three of them left the room.
I folded my clothes in a pile on a chair and sat on the paper, legs dangling, as I waited to have my genitals examined.
The door opened and the nurse came back in -- along with the two girls!
It was rather embarrassing to be in my underwear around three people instead of just a nurse. I wasn't sure if they needed to pick up some supplies or paperwork or something. But no one explained it.
The nurse picked up a syringe of some kind and began by telling me what they would be testing for. She confirmed my name and explained to the girls that I was here for unresolved medical issues. She wrapped a hose around my upper arm, held my forearm efficiently and firmly, and stuck my elbow with the needle.
One of the college girls pulled the hose off my arm, and the nurse drew a sample of blood. Were they still here? What was going on? Why wasn't the nurse examining me privately?
The nurse explained the rest of the tests while the other college girl taped a cotton ball to the inside of my elbow. Both these girls wore streaked blonde, straight hair in a ponytail, and they both wore the same practiced professional look on their naive, trusting, pretty faces. Same height, same plucked-thin eyebrows, same pert noses. I was sure they got drunk every weekend and probably never had anything bad happen to them. They had different color blouses under their white lab coats but I still couldn't tell them apart.
"...and this test," the nurse was saying briskly, "is done by saturating the skin of the affected area with a gel that softens the skin and causes any potential trouble areas to become visible to the naked eye." She got out a tube but I was distracted by the word "naked."
I didn't need to picture the nurse naked, but the thought of these two bubble-headed girls naked was a good distraction. A split second later I realized I was wearing only my boxer shorts and I didn't need that kind of distraction. But it was too late, I felt my penis start to grow a little.
Not good. I didn't need that kind of embarrassment. They were just doing their job. I was just a patient.
I was trying to think about something else when I realized the nurse was holding a tube of something and had asked me a question. "Uh... what?" I said.
"I asked you," she said, deliberately, "if you would like to apply the gel yourself, or would you like me to do it?"
"Ah, well you're the professional, I guess you'd know better than me," I said.
The nurse turned away. I avoided looking at the college girls, tried to think about something other than sex. Interns, I guessed. Or maybe this was for a health class they were taking. Oh hell, what if they went to my school? What if I knew them? What if I ran into them in the cafeteria, and they'd seen me here in my underwear being tested for an STD?
As I wondered whether there was a confidentiality thing, I couldn't help studying the one to my right out of the corner of my eye. I thought I could see her breasts bulging under her lab coat. Big ones. The sexy firm boobs of a 20 year old. Oh sure, they were chastely resting inside her bra, but she'd love it if I set them free for a little playtime. They were just the right size to cup my whole hand under them and heft them up. I'd stand behind her and squeeze her breasts as she leaned back against me and got all horny from what I was doing.
Oh, shit, I shouldn't be thinking about that right now -- my dick got a little stiff -- oh, the nurse just asked me a question.
I guess I had a blank look on her face because she repeated herself. "Would you like to remove your underwear entirely, or leave it on for this procedure?"
Underwear? What the -- the two girls were still here! I looked between them. They just stood there. They weren't going anywhere. Did interns really need to see this?
"Uh, I'll leave it on I guess," I said. What procedure?
"Would you please pull your penis out for me, then," the nurse said.
Right here? In front of all three of you?
I suddenly realized what the tube she was holding was for. It was some kind of medicine I guess. That was where it was going.
I swallowed, hard. The three of them were all just looking at me. And for some reason my penis had suddenly gotten a little harder.
I reached through my fly and fished myself out. I was definitely half-hard now, it was starting to straighten out and it was thickening up. I did not need this.
