A nervous virgin goes to the doctors to have her first smear test. Is it the old male doctor or the young female nurse that looks after her?
I had put it off for far too long. None of my family liked going to the doctor. We had had the same family doctor since before I was born. Dr Smithers seemed old to me but he was probably only just into his fifties. I had only met him two or three times over the years. I discussed my need for a smear test with my mum and she convinced me that I must attend. She had plenty of sympathy for me when I said that I didn't want anyone 'fiddling around down there, particularly a man older than my father'.
My mum and I had never discussed sexual matters after her 'birds and the bees talk' when I hit puberty. At that time, she had been very dismissive about sex saying,
"All this nonsense about the sexual freedoms women now have, is rubbish. I don't know of any of my friends who have had an orgasm in years, I certainly haven't."
I suppose this very negative attitude rubbed of on me and at eighteen I had never experienced an orgasm, or invested any time or effort trying to. It was therefore a very nervous virgin who arrived at Dr Smithers's rather stark and cold waiting room in the late afternoon. The receptionist seemed very condescending as she announced to the whole room that I was there for a smear test. I wanted to run straight out but became tongue-tied and tried to find a seat as far away from the couple of patients as possible.
After what seemed like hours, but was less than five minutes, a young nurse called my name and escorted me to the doctor's room. Dr Smithers looked much older than I remembered. He was kind looking and reminded me a bit of Father Christmas. It did relax me slightly before I remembered that I was not there to sit on his lap and receive a present.
"Good afternoon, Sandra, you have certainly grown up since I last saw you. How are your parents?"
I confirmed that they were fine before he added,
"Nurse Bron will prepare you for your smear test. Do not be too nervous, at the very worst there will be a little discomfort. Nurse Bron will tell you exactly what will happen. To minimise any embarrassment, I will be involved as little as possible."
With this he disappeared from the room leaving me with Nurse Bron. She instructed me to go behind the screen (if I wanted the privacy) and strip below the waist and put a gown on. Even though I knew I would not enjoy much privacy later I did undress behind the screen. I rarely wear a bra, as my boobs are very small, but cursed myself for not doing so for the examination. I was surprised that being very nervous had caused my vagina to become quite wet.
I was soon laying on the couch with my legs wide apart secured in place by stirrups. I felt very vulnerable as Nurse Bron started to ask me questions.
"Are you sexually active, ------- are you a virgin then, do you use tampons or pads, do you suffer from any discharges?"
I confirmed that I was a virgin who had always used tampons and didn't have any problems 'down there'. Nurse Bron who insisted that I called her Bron seemed very happy with these responses before starting to explain how the examination would be conducted. She explained about how a speculum would be used and that I would be hardly able to feel as a brush would be used to take a few cells from my cervix. She showed me the speculum and how it could be opened up when inserted into my vagina.
"Given your age and sexual history, or lack of it we will use this, the smallest speculum. It is good that you have used tampons as this should not be too uncomfortable. I would recommend that you allow me to lubricate your vagina as this will also relax it and make it easier to insert the speculum. Are you happy with that? Before we start though I will ask whether you are bothered by your haemorrhoids. Piles can be very itchy but I do have some cream that can help soothe them, if you would like."
I assumed that when she showed it to me, she was offering it to me to take home. When I nodded, she unscrewed the cap and squeezed a small amount onto her finger. I went to say something but wasn't sure what as she eased the cheeks of my bottom even further apart than the stirrups allowed and applied the cream to the heart of my anus. It instantly felt cold but soothing as she covered a very small area.
"When you use this cream be certain to massage it in thoroughly including the part of the pile that is inside you bottom. That way you will get more relief."
As she said this her finger pushed easily through my sphincter and circled around the area easily reached by her finger. I was holding my breath, shocked by how wonderful this made me feel. Her finger was removed far too quickly and she said,
