Lara checked her morning schedule. It was pretty empty, actually. Just a pre-nup exam at ten, then nothing until she'd be on call in the ER at one.

Pre-nuptial examinations are rare these days, so she was surprised when the appointment was made. It actually used to be mandated by the state not too long ago. Were sexually transmitted diseases actually so much more common back then? She didn't think so. Maybe because of the wars - returning soldiers and so forth.

Anyway, she hoped the patient wasn't going to be a fat guy who didn't know what a shower was for! Oh, stop it! she said to herself. Be a professional. After so long as an APRN you'd think you could keep your personal tastes out of it. The usual silent debate with herself kicked in - yes, yes, I know, give me a break, I'm good at my job! Uh huh, right, but you have to admit your judgement can get a bit foggy when men are involved. Hey, I'm human, all right? But that never has led to any real trouble. Oh? What about that time when you...Okay, conversation over, I don't have time for this!

She gave herself the once over in the mirror one last time before she left for the clinic. The scrubs she had to wear there weren't exactly glamorous, but she managed to avoid looking frumpy in them. Her hourglass figure didn't hurt - a nice high bust and curvy hips were certainly eye-catching, especially when what she wore was kept on the tight side. She was pretty sure her patients appreciated it, at least the men did. Maybe some women, too.

In the nurses' locker room she changed into her uniform, then went to the room she'd be using for the examination and looked over the bio of the patient she'd be dealing with: Eric Whitson, male, 23, address, phone, health history, etc. Seemed to be a healthy specimen, that's good. She got out the equipment and instruments she'd be using for the exam, and without thinking about it undid the top button of her uniform.

At ten on the dot Mr. Whitson arrived at the front desk. She went out to greet him, and led him into the examination room. He was a nice looking guy of average height and build, not at all unpleasant to look at. It occurred to her that she'd seen him before, outside a market where he was soliciting donations for the food pantry run by a local church. He was with a pretty but very shy young woman she assumed was his fiancée. The church, she recalled, was a very conservative one, and she imagined that its members were pretty straitlaced - she wondered if the pastor knew what Mr. Whitson was up to now! On the other hand maybe the church requires it - very discreetly, of course.

Once in the examination room she took his jacket from him and hung it on a hook.

Oh my God! He's wearing a tie! He wore a tie to have his genitals examined!

"Uh, Mr. Whitson - Eric - may I call you Eric? - it might be better if you removed your tie. It probably wouldn't cause a problem, but I think you'll be more comfortable without it." He mumbled something and hastened to comply. As she stood watching him she noticed that unlike most men who couldn't take their eyes off her breasts, he was struggling mightily to keep his eyes away from them. She had to suppress a smile.

He sat on the examination table while she did the routine measurements - blood pressure, temperature and so forth.

"So, you're getting married soon. It's very responsible of you to have this exam - was it your idea, your fiancée's, perhaps?"

"Oh, it's my idea," he said. "She - well, we never talked about it, actually." Then he hastened to add, "I don't think anything's wrong, I mean I never - uh, well, you hear things, and I just want to make sure, you know, make sure everything's okay, to, uh, to protect her and all, you know? Cheryl is very, you know...chaste."

"Of course. As I said, very responsible of you." He smiled slightly and stood mutely looking at the floor. She assumed this meant they'd never had sex; in fact it wouldn't surprise her if he'd never had sex with anyone. I wonder if he even masturbates? Looks like we may be in virgin territory! I wonder if he...

Careful, Lara! Don't let the cougar out!

"All right," she said brightly, "now I'll need you to remove your shoes, trousers and underwear. Then lie back on the table and cover yourself with this blanket." She handed him a warmed blanket and a pillow, and then went to the sink to wash her hands. She didn't like to use rubber or latex gloves - she found bare skin to be much more informative, intuitive.

When he was situated on the table with the blanket covering him from the waist down, she dried her hands on a sterilized towel and moved next to him. Raising his shirt, she gently palpated his abdomen. "All right, then," she said, and slowly pulled the blanket down to his knees.

Well, she thought; how about that? She was surprised to see that he was circumcised. He's certainly not Jewish, she thought, maybe his parents were especially concerned with hygiene - circumcision was very popular for a while. His penis wasn't overly large, but the bulb of the glans was prominent and rounded, exposed by the absence of foreskin. The head of most men's penises are uncovered during erection, of course, but seeing his exposed when at rest like this made him seem more, well, more vulnerable.

She noticed that he was blushing. "Don't be embarrassed," she said. "This isn't exactly new to me, you know!" She gave his penis a gentle pat. She was surprised to see it jump a little. Hm, she thought; interesting.

She placed her hands on his thighs. "I'll need you to move these a little further apart, please," she said. He quickly spread his legs, almost over the edge of the table. "Not that much," she said, smiling. "Just like this..." She gently pulled them a bit closer together, then ran her fingertips up along the insides of his thighs; he shivered a bit.

She carefully grasped the shaft of his penis with two fingers and lifted it up, so that she could examine its underside, turning it to one side then the other, giving it a complete once over. "Good," she murmured, "no obvious lesions."

"Now we check these guys," she said, moving down a little. She gently manipulated his balls, massaging them with her fingers. Grasping the edge of the head of his penis with the fingertips of her other hand, she pulled the shaft to lift and straighten it, in order to expose his testicles a bit more. She began to gently brush her fingertips over his scrotum, which was starting to tighten in response. Then, the middle finger of her other hand moved through the V cleft in the edge of his glans, and slid down the ultrasensitive frenulum at the top of the shaft. He made an involuntary gasp.

"Oh! Did I hurt you, Eric? I'm so sorry! I'll have to be more careful." She continued to gently stroke his scrotum. As she finished her visual inspection the same middle finger slid down through the V again and lightly brushed the underside of his penis just below the head. He suppressed a gasp, but frowned slightly and bit his lower lip.

Lara noticed the effects of her ministrations. His penis was clearly on its way to becoming erect, in spite of his futile, no doubt desperate attempt to suppress it.

"Very good!" she said approvingly. "You're quite free of any infection that I can see." She stepped away from him, and he covered himself with the blanket again, and began to step down from the table. Lara stopped him with a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"You know," she said, "since this is going so well I think we might take the opportunity to test your erectile response. You do seem to have normal responses to stimuli, but the sooner we know of any potential problems the easier it will be to remedy them. So - shall we?"

"I - I guess so." He wasn't quite sure what she meant, but he certainly didn't want any problems to spoil his wedding night with Cheryl. He lay back down on the table and waited for further instructions.

"All right," said Lara, "just lie back and relax. We'll begin in a moment." He did as he was told, lying straight with his hands at his sides, looking up at the ceiling. "Relax," Lara said again, almost in a whisper. "Try to let all the tension drain out of you." She slowly removed the blanket and gently positioned his legs a bit further apart. As she stood looking down at him his partial erection abated, and his penis became flaccid again. She reached down and gently brushed her fingertips over his scrotum and up along the shaft, tracing along its underside where it lay at rest against his belly. She moved very slowly, and by the time her fingertips reached the top of the shaft it had straightened in response to her delicate touch. A single finger lightly brushed the underside of the head as she withdrew her hand.

"Oh...oh!" Eric gasped, and looked down at the erection that was starting to rise up from his stomach.

"Didn't hurt you again, did I, Eric?" Lara asked softly. "No, I didn't think so," she whispered with a smile. "You're doing very well - just relax - concentrate on how this feels..."

Once again she lightly ran her fingertips over his balls and up along his rapidly stiffening erection, but this time when she reached the top of the shaft her fingers flicked and played all around the head of his penis and over the sensitive frenulum, teasing and tantalizing it.

"Oh!...I...oh God, I don't think we..."

"Shhh," Lara whispered, "you're really doing very, very well. Pretend I'm not here - pretend I'm Cheryl - would you like Cheryl to do this to you?" She gently and rapidly ran her fingertips up and down his erection, then took it in her hand and gave it three slow strokes of languorous, voluptuous pleasure.

"Mmmm, do you like that? Maybe we should have Cheryl come to talk with me, so we can teach her how to do this to you..." She ran a single finger up and down the underside of his erect penis. "Would you like Cheryl to tease you like this? On your wedding night, perhaps? She smiled and gave him two more slow, sensuous strokes, then unexpectedly withdrew her hand halfway through a third.

Lara didn't have to feel his pulse to know that his heart was racing as he involuntarily whimpered in frustration. She stepped back and looked down at him with satisfaction. His abandoned penis was stiff and fully erect, lifting from his between his legs in a curved arc, the engorged head quivering with anticipation.

"Well, I think we can say that you definitely passed that test!" she said enthusiastically. "You were wonderfully responsive!" She covered his lap with the blanket, its bulge revealing the state she had left him in. "You can get dressed now," she said, "I think we're all done here." She went to the chair where he had left his trousers and underwear, but then turned and seemed to have been struck by a thought.

"You know," she said as she slowly walked back to the table, "there is such a thing as being too responsive. I don't mean that the kind of sensitivity you've demonstrated is a bad thing - no, I wouldn't say that at all! - what I mean is that in erotic situations such as you'll soon be in with your Cheryl responsiveness to pleasure should be balanced by control." She put her hand on his leg and began to slowly pull the blanket down.

"For example," she said, "I could see just now that you were very close to, well, to culmination, just as we ended the test." His penis was now uncovered again, still partially erect. She continued to pull down the blanket, then removed it entirely. She put her hand on his leg, and moved her fingers up along his inner thigh as she continued speaking. He stared at her hand as it continued to slowly move up between his legs.

"I realize that Cheryl is not very experienced, but as a woman I think I understand something of what her wedding night might be like." She looked down at Eric's penis, which seemed to be stirring again as her hand moved closer to it. "Of course, there's the matter of her virginity, and I know you realize that you must be very gentle with her." Eric reddened, but nodded in agreement.

"Yes, I know...I know about that, uh, yes, I'll be very careful. And gentle, yes, and very gentle."

"Good, I assumed you'd be aware of that." Her hand was very close to his testicles now, and she paused, tracing a slow circle with a fingertip on his inner thigh. "But let's imagine a night you're together - not necessarily your wedding night, but a night when you want to make love - and she has done something to get you excited..." her fingers moved to his scrotum, which she began to delicately caress - "something like I've just done during our test..." Her hand moved up the shaft of his penis, fingertips making light, gentle flicks as they rose higher, closer and closer to the head and his most erotic center of pleasure. "You like this, don't you? It feels soooo good, doesn't it?" She had reached the head and encircled it with her fingers, repeatedly drawing her fingertips up along the top of the shaft and over the rim of his engorged glans.

"Ohhh yes...it...so good, so...ohhhhh..."

"Yes, I know it does, and if Cheryl does this, at this point you'll probably be desperate for relief, just the way you are now - you really need to come now, don't you Eric?" He couldn't speak, just nodded weakly.

"So imagine you're with Cheryl and she's done the most delicious things to you to excite you and make you want her, and you - you just ejaculate!" Releasing his penis Lara stepped back and crossed her arms, her eyes wide in mock disapproval. "Now, how do you suppose that would make her feel? As a woman I can tell you that it would be a huge disappointment!"

Eric looked crestfallen. "I'd really try not to, I mean I..."

Lara laughed and patted his knee. "Oh, I'm just fooling with you, I know you'd try your best." She moved closer again, and again ran her fingers teasingly up his thighs. "What we have to do now is practice - practice getting you to the very edge of coming but having the self control...not to."

After waiting a minute or two for his erection to again deflate, she set about subjecting his penis to exciting caresses, lavishing it with subtle wisps of pleasure that had him whimpering with frustration and desire, showing him she knew exactly how she was making him feel, and then going on to make it worse, much worse. Whenever she recognized the signs of impending ejaculation she stopped what she was doing to him, withdrawing pleasure until his erection had calmed enough to allow her to continue provoking it. Each time she did this she allowed him to take credit, praising him for his self control.

"Oh my, you are handling this so well! If you're like this with Cheryl, well, she'll have no reason to be disappointed." She continued to feather his penis with her fingertips. "Of course, there are other things that might be more of a challenge for you" - she ran the tip of her tongue along her upper lip - "but it wouldn't be appropriate for me to do that here." She looked at him and slowly shook her head. "No, I can't do that to you." She made a sympathetic pout. "If Cheryl comes to see me, though, well, I could teach her how. Would you like that?"

Finally she decided he'd had enough. His penis was hugely erect and a deep purple, and she worried that the aching pleasure he was writhing with might actually become painful. Ecstasy was like that.

"Wow, Eric, that was amazing! We'll stop now, you have done so well!" She bent down and blew a stream of air along the rigid shaft of his penis. She looked into his eyes and her nose wrinkled in a grin. "Just to cool you off," she said, winking.

She walked to the chair where she'd laid the blanket and picked it up. Eric didn't notice, and in fact seemed to be in somewhat of a daze. Lara walked back and once again began to lay it on his lap. But then she paused.

"Actually," she said slowly, "everything we've been discussing so far has to do with what happens before you have intercourse with Cheryl." She touched her chin and frowned, thinking. "That doesn't really address what might happen after you've actually, well, entered her, now does it?" She removed the blanket again. "Let's see if you can maintain control while experiencing very different stimulation."

She went to a drawer at the side of the room and returned with a small bottle of personal lubricant. "This will feel very different," she said, pouring a generous amount into her right palm. "Much more like what actual intercourse is like. I'm afraid this will be a much more difficult challenge, much harder for you to avoid ejaculation - but that's what intercourse is for, isn't it, biologically speaking!" She took the base of the still erect penis in her left hand and raised it upright. Then she spread the viscous lubricant all over it, moving her right hand slowly up and down, twisting her hand as she went, up the shaft and over onto the head, covering every part of his throbbing organ.

"Ohh...!" Eric's eyes shot open and his jaw dropped at the sudden onslaught of indescribable pleasure. Lara stopped moving her hand, and just held his penis immobile and vertical.

"Careful, Eric, remember, self control!" He closed his eyes and bit his lips, desperately holding back the orgasm he so desperately needed. "It really feels different, doesn't it? That's what it will feel like when you're inside your pretty Cheryl." She kept her hand still, just holding onto the base of his glistening erection, keeping it upright. After half a minute she began to move her hand up, just a fraction of an inch. "Are you all right, Eric?" she asked. "Are you ready for a little more?"

"I...I think so...I...ohh..."

"Yes, this is very much like what it will feel like when you're making love to her - nice, isn't it?" His response was inaudible. "Of course, it's not exactly the same. For one thing, it will feel much warmer when you're actually moving inside her. Think about that, Eric, imagine how that will feel inside Cheryl - so warm, almost hot..." She gave him a gentle stroke, just once, up and down. He gasped, and she once more held his cock immobile, preventing it from erupting.

"And there's something else that's different, too. Your lovely Cheryl is still a virgin, and because of that she will probably be quite tight where your erect penis will be moving in and out. So, it will feel more like this..." She tightened her grip on him and moved her hand slowly up the lubricated shaft, all the way to the top until her hand was almost past the head, then reversed direction back down, squeezing his slippery cock as she went. Then she stopped and waited a few seconds again, to delay the inevitable.

"Now, we've been going pretty slowly here, to make sure you understand my explanations. When you're with Cheryl, though, you probably won't be able to hold back - you'll certainly be going faster, like this..." She set to stroking him again, but more rapidly, her tight grip moving up and down his slippery phallus once each second. She let him have only four of these, though, before she stopped - that was close! she thought to herself. Right to the edge!

Eric gasped and whimpered in frustration, and looked at her in desperation. Aww, poor boy, she thought, is this driving you crazy? Well, that's the idea, silly! But don't worry ... soon ... soon.

She waited a full half minute, then took his penis in her hand again stroked it gently. "Well, I guess I don't have to tell you that I'm very pleased with how this exam has gone!" she said. She looked down at his erection as she stroked it. "You have a very nice penis, Eric, and I'm sure you and Cheryl will have a lovely wedding night." When she was sure he was fully aroused again, she stopped stroking and reached for the blanket. "You can get dressed now," she said, smiling. She held the blanket out to him. He stared at her, his eyes pleading.

"Are you all right, Eric," she said with concern in her voice. Then she seemed to have a sudden realization. "Oh! Are you still excited? Do you need to come, is that it?" She moved closer to him. "Do you want me to make you come, Eric?" she whispered. "Is that what you want?"

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