Kenny & Deanne Play Doctor

KEN:

I grew up in the 1970s during the time of “sexual enlightenment.” It seems like I had always known what sex was about. My parents quietly and unemotionally explained the basics of sexuality, and answered my questions openly. They seemed to know how much to tell me so I didn’t feel overwhelmed. In spite of knowing about sex, it did little to slake my curiosity. I doubt that any amount of education could do that, but at least I never had to find out from my friends that the stork really doesn’t bring babies.
My early memory about sex was playing doctor, if you could call that sex. I don’t know how old we were, but we were probably about seven. We had a dense grove of trees with lots of shrubs in our back yard, which in turn backed up to a stream. We could play all sorts of games out there without being interrupted. Most of the times there were about six or eight of us playing hide and seek, war and in the winter great snowball fights.

One particular day, there were only two girls, my self and Danny. That wasn’t enough to play a good game of hide and seek, and we were tired of war games. One of the girls was wearing a nurse’s uniform and had a play stethoscope and first aid kit. She suggested that we play doctor and soon had set up her office behind a log and made appointments for the three of us. It started off with bandages and splints on broken legs and arms. Francie, whose mother was a real nurse, did a remarkably good job of winding the gauze bandages.

“Hey, Francie, is that all that nurses do every day, it seems kind of boring to me,” Deanne asked in a bored tone of voice.

“Well, it all depended on what was wrong with the patient. Sometimes Mom gives shots stuff like that too.”

“Hey, don’t the patients have to get undressed sometimes,” Danny demanded.

“Well I suppose so if they had something wrong down there,” she replied lamely motioning to Danny’s bottom.

Pretty soon, it was Danny’s turn to be the patient.

“OK nurse, I hurt really bad between my legs.”

“Well, just take two aspirins and call back tomorrow,” retorted Francie petulantly.

“Francie, you wanted to play nurse, now if you are a good nurse you will examine me and see what’s wrong. If you don’t you can’t play with us any more!”

“Well OK just take your clothes off and lay on the table.”

Danny took his pants off, then his shorts and lay on the old door we had placed on two logs for the examining table. Francie just looked without touching him.

“Hey come on nurse, you can’t do a good examination if you don’t even touch it, what kind of nurse are you anyway?” Danny complained.

Finally, she grabbed his penis and pulled it out to its full length, which wasn’t very much! Then, she felt his balls and pronounced him well. Danny hopped off the table saying it was Deanne’s turn to be examined.

“No! I don’t need to be examined, I feel just fine,” protested Deanne.

“Oh no you don’t,” replied Danny. “You watched real hard when I was being examined, so it is only fair that you get examined too.”

“Yeah, that’s right,” I stated in support of Danny.

Francie and Deanne looked at each other for a few moments, and then started to whisper. Finally they turned to us.

“OK, I will get an examination, but when I am finished, Kenny has to go next and we both get to do the examination,” she demanded with a challenging look.

I wasn’t too sure about it, but I wanted to see what a real girl looked like, and Danny already had his pants off, so what the heck. I nodded in agreement, and Deanne pulled her shorts and panties down and lay on the table. Danny and I pressed close to watch the examination. Francie kind of giggled saying that there really wasn’t much to examine, so Deanne needed to spread her legs apart. She complied, watching me intently as I observed. When she opened her legs, I was amazed at how much there really was to see. There were funny little folds and creases inside the slit I could see from the outside. I kind of wanted to examine it closer, but Francie declared that she was fine and the examination was over. Deanne jumped off the table and turned to me.

“It’s your turn,” she said. “I saw you looking real hard, so I’m really going to look at you!”

I slowly pulled my jeans and shorts off, and lay down on the table. By now my penis was hard like it got sometimes. Francie didn’t hesitate at all. She just grabbed a hold and began feeling it all over. She pulled the skin back exposing the head. Then, she lifted my balls up and began squeezing. I yelped saying that she was supposed to make me feel better, not hurt me. She apologized and eased up on the pressure, but continued to gently squeeze and play with my balls. Deanne pressed in close to get a good look. I could tell that she wanted to do the exam herself, but didn’t do anything except look until Francie was finished.

When Francie stepped back, Deanne gave me a kind of sympathetic look but stepped up to the table. Gently she reached out and touched my penis fondling and turning it over. She worked her way down to my balls and felt them gently, almost reverently. .After several minutes the exam was over and I got off the table. By now, three of us were naked from the waist down. We all looked at Francie, but she said that since none of us were doctors, there wasn’t anyone qualified to examine her, and she wasn’t going to do it. After promising all around that no one would ever tell that we had played doctor with no clothes on, we went home. I suspect everyone felt about as guilty as I did.

A week or so later, we were playing with the whole gang as usual. In an unusual set of circumstances, one by one everyone had to leave. Some of the kids had to go shopping with their mothers for school clothes, one was going to the lake, etc. Finally, Deanne and I were all alone. We played catch for a while, then just sat and talked. When there was a lull in the conversation I suddenly blurted out my real question.

“Would you like to play doctor again?”

“OK, but if we do, we get to take turns being the doctor,” she stipulated.

We decided to draw straws to see who went first. I got the short one. After going to the very back of the lot under a weeping willow tree that had branches all the way to the ground, I began pulling my jeans off.

“If you want me to do a good job of examining you, you have to take all your clothes off,” she demanded.

After checking around to see that no one was near, and we were well hidden, I took my clothes off and lay back on the grass. Deanne knelt beside me and ran her hands all over my chest and belly. Finally, she got to my penis and began to play with it. She pulled the skin back and exposed the head. She ran her fingers around the rim and spread the tip open as far as it would go. Then she began exploring my balls, gently squeezing and probing. My cock was hard, standing straight up and throbbing. I had never felt it throb like that before and it kind of excited me. Deanne indicated by pressure that I should open my legs. As I did, she explored under by balls, tickling the area between my balls and ass. To say I liked it would be a major understatement.
By now, she had both hands busy in the examination. At one point she was stroking my balls with one hand and stroking my trembling little erection with the other. An amazing feeling began to generate in my belly, deep inside. It felt as if something was about to happen, but then didn’t go any further. Finally Deanne proclaimed the examination was over and told me I could get up.

She began unbuttoning her blouse and laid it on top of my clothes. I looked intently at her chest, but her tits looked just like mine, with no hint of growing. Before long, she was as naked as I, and lay back on the cool grass. I ran my hands over her body just as she had done. I paid special attention to her tits, but there just wasn’t anything that felt any different from mine. I began working my way down until I was at her slit. I hesitated looking into her eyes. Deanne gave me her silent permission with a slight nod.