No, but she wants a demonstration

Pulling a spring-arm work lamp close to shed light on the subject, Nurse Practicioner Lewis looks carefully at your penis, moving, turning, and squeezing it gently in her blue-gloved fingers. She weighs your sack and ever-so-gently strokes and squeezes each ball. The work lamp feels warm on your skin, as do her fingers.

If all this tactile attention weren't enough, the tops of Dinah Lewis's large, mahogany-colored breasts are right under your eyes, boasting several inches of cleavage. Your penis quickly rises to salute Nurse Lewis.

"If you'll turn around, please," she says in her deep resonant voice. "I need to check your backside."

You're not sure what that has to do with anything, but you turn.

"If you would spread your buttocks for me?" she requests. With a hand on each side, you comply. You hear the thrum of the spring-loaded lamp arm levering into position and feel the warmth of the work lamp focusing on your exposed backside. The rolling chair squeaks as she leans close, and you think you feel her breath. You tense up a little, but she's content to look, not touch.

"All right, if you would turn back around," she directs. "I'd like you to demonstrate how you put on a condom, please," she says.

She hands you a little square envelope with a circular bump. The condom wrapper is a familiar brand, a Trojan. You tear it open, check for the inside and out, and with a few butterflies in your stomach -- you've never demonstrated for anyone -- you roll it on.

"Would you look at the wrapper again, please?" she says.

Uh-oh. You look more closely. This one has an expiration date in last term. "Expired. Oops." Sheepishly, you skin it off and drop it in the wastebasket. Your erection sags.

"At least you knew what to look for," she says. "Let's try it again. Would you like me to turn around while you get yourself hard?"

Sure, I'd love to examine you too, you can't help thinking. But those simple, direct words "get yourself hard" in her deep, sexy voice cause your cock to swell anew.

"Guess not," she says.

She hands you another one. This one is printed "Widley College Clinic" with regular and after-hours phone numbers. Thoughtful. And still within its freshness guarantee. Tear, pull, inside, outside, roll it on...

Ms. Lewis taps the head of your cock with a blue-gloved fingertip. The little teat at the end of the condom is sticking up, full of air. "Bubble in there. Got to pinch it out before it goes on or it breaks easier. Try again?"

You strip it off quickly and take another. It's another Widley Clinic special, within date. One more time, rip, pull, check inside and out, pinch the tip, roll, roll, roll.

She examines your work. "Perfect, you can keep that one if you like," she says. "I'll give you a few more later if you need them. We're done with the examination."

What the heck, you just peed, you can wear it for a while. You smile to yourself. First Amy's hair ribbon, now a Widley brand condom. What next? You raise your underwear and pants, tucking your mostly-erect penis carefully away.

Nurse Lewis strips off her gloves and leads you over to Ellen, who has been waiting in the other side of the exam area, behind a curtain. She's fully dressed, more's the pity, but she gives you a big smile when she sees you.

"Passed, huh?" Ellen says. "I hear Nurse Lewis is a tough grader."

"Only as tough as I need to be, honey," she tells Ellen.

Ms. Lewis spends a few minutes with you and Ellen, reviewing sexual techniques for coping with vaginismus. You clearly remember that picture of the penis bending painfully against the woman's tight muscles and not getting in at all.

"It's not always that bad," Ellen says. "If we aren't in a hurry, I'm pretty sure we can get you in," she says. "And it can be fun to build up really slow." She giggles.

Nurse Lewis gives Ellen a little bag of supplies. "You call me if you have any problems," Nurse Lewis says. "You hear?" She hands Ellen a card with her private number. "By the way, where is he staying? You're in one of the girls' halls."

"Um...with me?" Ellen says.

"That's not going to work," Dinah says, "You need someplace you can really relax, not someplace you're all edgy because you have to keep quiet and sneak him around. Someplace warm and comfortable where nobody'll chase you away." She looks up into the corner of the ceiling and considers. "I know where you two can go," she says. "Maybe not the most romantic, but practical. My treat."

Ellen beams at Dinah. "That's so nice! So gracious," she says.

"I know what it's like to have hot pants and no place to park'em, honey," Nurse Practicioner Lewis says. "And you don't need any extra worries."