She's pleased by your erection.

Nurse Lewis carefully examines your penis, touching, turning, and squeezing it gently with her blue-gloved fingertips. She weighs your sack and stretches your ball skin, tenderly stroking each testicle. Her kinky graying hair is pulled back tightly on each side of a center part and gathered into a bun at the back of her head. You look away before you make eye contact with her hands.

Three times three is nine...five times seven is thirty-five...twelve times eleven is a hundred thirty-two. You try and distract yourself with the times tables and recollections of your most boring class while the buxom, bodacious, blues-mama-voiced college nurse touches up your penis.

You look down at Dinah Lewis and the times tables fly out of your head. Her low-cut white blouse shows inches of deep cleavage in the warm brown skin between her heavy breasts. They jiggle deliciously as she moves slightly in her rolling chair. Her hands are rubbing your balls. You catch a whiff of the sweet-hay scent of your exposed dick. All at once your penis swells to salute her.

"Ulp, sorry Miz Lewis," you say.

Nurse Lewis gives a deep chuckle. "Honey, I was wondering if you had a young man's normal reflexes. Now that Widley's gone co-ed, I'm quite a lucky woman. I have absolute proof that young men get erections for me. Makes the old girl feel proud when all the boys give me the big thumbs-up."

"Really?" you say.

"Every one," Dinah Lewis says. "One young man even came in my hands. Now it looks like your erect penis is about as big as a Number Four vaginal dilator. As long as Ellen is relaxed and you use plenty of lube, you shouldn't have any trouble getting in. As long as she's relaxed, mind you. No forcing the issue, son. Take your sweet time." She breaks the seal on a tiny tube and squirts clear gel onto her fingertip. "Now turn around honey, I have to check your backside."

You turn around for Nurse Lewis. Her chair wheels squeak on the floor as she adjusts her position.

"Lean forward a bit, honey," she says. "I've gotta spread your butt. Now let's get some light on the subject." You hear the springs on her adjustable work lamp thrum and you feel its warmth on your ass. She spreads your buttocks. "Hmm." Her finger touches gently around your butthole. "Looks healthy," she says. She touches around a bit more. "Hmm. Have you been the receptive partner for anal intercourse?"

"No, ma'am!" you say.

"Nothing to be ashamed of either way. But it is good for your prostate," Miz Lewis says in her low, blues mama voice. "You're probably too young to even think about that. But as long as we're here, may I check your prostate, Scott?"

The pad of Nurse Lewis's gloved finger touches the center of your butthole.