The test was boring, but then you meet someone

You and Mary try to enjoy the movie, but you can't get your mind off of what her mom said. She wanted to test you? You like Mary pretty well, but was she worth all this? You can kind of understand where her mom was coming from. She only wanted the best for her daughter. Still, this was a bit ****. And the strange part, there would be a woman her mom WANTS you to fuck, to see how well you fuck, but first some girls not to fuck, to make sure you won't fuck who you shouldn't fuck. All this so you get to fuck Mary. What the fuck? Maybe you should just fuck the first one to get it over with

"What wrong, John?" Mary pulls you out of thought.

"Huh, oh just thinking some about your folks," you explain. "They're not quite what I expected."

She nods. "Well, they are a bit unique, but that's just who they are."

You wonder if she knows anything about her mom's little plan. You need to ask, without giving too much away. "Marry, I know you want to wait before we have sex, and I know it has something to do with your parents, but are you wanting to wait for marriage, or something else?"

"Mom always said that if it's the right boy, it will be the right time," she tells you. "But if it's the wrong boy, every time will be the wrong time."

"I'm not sure I follow."

"She said when she lost her virginity, it was a horrific experience. She almost decided to give up on men in favor of a good vibrator. But she says she then met my dad. Ever since they hump like bunnies. It's a little embarrassing; I can even hear them in my room. But I know they're happy, and that's what I want."

You just smile, and the two of you watch the movie. Maybe this testing thing is all for the best.

"Mr. Doe?" The elderly nurse calls into the waiting room. You are the only one there, yet she looks about as if some one else might pop up to claim your identity.

"Right here," you reply. You follow the woman, who could be your grandmother, heck, great grandmother. Her arthritic body shuffles along to the examination room.

"Take y'er shirt off, and I'll get the needles for y'er tests." she tells you as she opens the door.

You sit down, and hope this won' take too long. You set your shirt beside you, and the gray haired nurse returns. "Now let's see here." She looks over your chart a moment. "You're here for tests for HIV, genera, syphilis, herpes... my word boy, are you in the navy?!"

"No mam," you explain. "My girlfriend's mom just wants to make sure I'm clean."

"Land o' Goshen!" she exclaims. "In MY day you didn't need to find out if your man was clean till ya' was gettin' hitched. Then if he wasn't clean, ya' got a new man, and he got a close up of paw's shot gun!"

"I'm sure everything will be fine."

"Well, how sure are ya', sonny?" She asks. "I mean, how many wild oats have ya' sown?"

"Enough," you tell her. "But, that's why I'm here, to make sure everything is ok."

She gives you a suspicious eye. "Well, what if YOU are ok, but some little missy, aint?"

"Beg pardon?"

"Are ya' expecting any storks to fly by any past lady friends? Any little baskets that might end up on y'er door step?"

"I'm sure they're all fine." You assure her.

"Uh huh," she snorts, unconvinced. "Well, let's get these tests over with, so you can get back to your life of sin and fornication."

In a few minutes she has taken several vials of blood, and bandages your arm. "Ya'all get the results tomarra," she grumbles. "Pay at the front." With that she leaves you to redress yourself.

As you get up to leave, a very beautiful young woman, maybe 20 give or take a year, bursts into the room. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I thought this was... but you're... I'm sorry."

"It's ok," you assure her. "I was just leaving." Your curiosity won't let it go just yet though. "What was it you were looking for?"

"I just needed an empty room for a few minutes."

"Why?"

"Well, if you must know, I have a rare condition that the doctor here is trying to find an appropriate medication for. And this condition is um... well, I need to... orgasm.... regularly."

Your cock twitches. "I beg pardon?"

"Well, it's kind of like nymphomania, but this is a physical condition, not psychological ," she explains. "I have hyper-sensual stimulation disorder. Basically, I get turned on easily, and if I don't orgasm, it just drives me nuts. So I was looking for an empty room for some... release."

Your dick is now at full attention in your pants. "Well, I see how that could be annoying. If I might ask, do you have to relive yourself, by yourself?"

"Well, I can't keep a boy friend," she explains. "I keep wearing them out. I mean what man can have sex ten or twelve times a day. I would rather with a partner, but... Actually, now that you mention it, would you mind helping me out?"