Molly Smith was excited! She was about to start her freshman year of college, and she couldn't wait to get started! Ever since she was a junior in high school, she had been filling out applications, taking the SATs and visiting campuses. When her preferred school sent her an acceptance letter, she was delighted.
Molly loved school and learning interesting new things. She began pouring over the college catalog which outlined degree requirements and described the course content of classes in various departments. She leaned heavily toward English, sociology, psychology and history subjects. She absolutely hated math and anything to do with math; that meant that she wanted to avoid many science classes as well.
Her method of selecting a major was unorthodox, she realized. By carefully studying the graduation requirements for different degrees, she discovered that she could get a degree in journalism without taking a single math class if she took certain other courses. She would have to take four years of Spanish, two years of Latin, and two science classes. She had taken advanced placement classes in Spanish in high school, so that shouldn't be a problem, and she figured she could handle Latin.
That meant that she needed two science classes. She decided that geology would be her safest bet, and a basic chemistry class wouldn't be too "math-y," according to her high school guidance counselor. So her decision was made -- she would major in journalism.
While she loved the idea of expanding her knowledge, Molly was equally looking forward to the freedom and independence that college life would afford her. Her parents had always been over-protective of their little girl. She realized that they were only concerned for her welfare, but a part of her felt that she had been denied the opportunity to experience an active social life.
She had not been allowed to date until she was sixteen, and even then, her parents had been pretty strict about curfews and knowing her plans for the evening in detail. She was a sweet, pretty blonde with a lush body, and knew that she stirred feelings of lust in her male classmates. And yet, while she had several boyfriends during high school, she had never gone steady and never had sex.
Her parents were against her pledging a sorority, and she went along with their wishes, since they were footing the bill, after all. She was there to study and get a good education, they reminded her, not to have a good time and get drunk at wild parties. Actually, Molly hoped to have a little fun and maybe even drink a little alcohol -- she had never even tasted beer!
Move-in day went smoothly. Her mom and dad helped to move all her stuff into her dorm room and get her settled. Then it was time to say goodbye. Her mom cried and her dad tried not to. They hugged and kissed her, then hugged her again, and finally, they were gone. Molly was on her own!
Her dorm assignment listed "Lisa Johnson" as her roommate. Since she was the first to arrive, Molly decided to take the right half of the room. She had put away her clothes in her dresser, hung a few things in the closet and was arranging her desk when the door opened and a young woman walked in, lugging a suitcase.
"Hi, I'm Lisa Johnson," she said. "I guess we're roommates."
"Hi, Lisa. I'm Molly Smith," Molly said, extending her hand.
"They didn't tell me I would be rooming with Miss America," Lisa said with a chuckle, shaking Molly's hand.
Molly blushed and laughed nervously, not really knowing how to respond. "Can I help you with anything?"
"Sure, thanks. I've got some boxes out there in the hall."
After Lisa got settled, they talked for a while, getting acquainted. Lisa was a sophomore math major, of all things. Oil and water, Molly thought to herself. When she explained she was a journalism major, and why, Lisa laughed.
"Journalism major? Yeah, I understand the job market for journalists is really booming. Of course, with your looks, you'd be a natural on TV news," Lisa said with a friendly smile.
"Well, thanks, we'll see what happens."
Lisa offered to show Molly around the campus, so they went for a walk. The campus was much too big to see all at once, but it was beautiful, with a giant water fountain, statues, and tall, stately trees. Molly was sure she would love it here. After a while, Lisa suggested they go get something to eat at the student union, which was a combination restaurant, coffee shop, gathering place and lounge area.
Finally, they headed back to the dorm. Lisa left for a while to go touch base with some friends she knew from last year, and Molly called home to let her parents know that everything was fine. Yes, her roommate was nice; no, she didn't think she had any weapons; and no, she hadn't offered Molly any drugs.
After the phone call, Molly put on her headphones to listen to music and read a little before turning off the light and settling down for the night. She wanted to get a good night's sleep before classes started the next morning. Lisa came in quietly a little while later and also turned off her light. Thankfully, she didn't snore, Molly thought to herself, as she drifted off with a happy little smile on her face.
***
Molly was up before her alarm went off, anxious to get started on her first day of college classes. She showered, dressed and was out the door before Lisa even stirred.
Her first class was geology, which she thought would be pretty interesting. Her instructor, who was probably a graduate student, must have thought she was pretty interesting, too; she had taken a seat in the front row, and he had trouble focusing his eyes somewhere other than her shapely legs. Molly wrote in her notebook: "No short skirts in geology!"
She had an hour to kill before her next class, so she decided to stroll around the campus to look around. Her wholesome good looks, and a windy day, which was constantly teasing her skirt, turned the heads of more than a few male students. She walked over to the student union and had a cup of coffee, while she looked over the student newspaper. Then it was off to her Spanish class and an English class, after which she was through for the day.
Before heading back to her dorm, Molly decided to walk over to the Journalism Building to make sure she knew where to go for her first journalism class the next day. As she approached the building, she noticed a sign out front that read: "Freshman Women Report to Room 302 for Mandatory Physical Exam." Molly didn't recall seeing anything in her orientation booklet about a physical exam, but she decided she must have overlooked it and decided she better check it out.
When she reached the third floor, she saw a sign on a stand outside Room 302 that read: "Freshman Women Report Here." When Molly entered the room, the only occupants she saw were two young men sitting at a desk. There were six empty chairs lining one wall and a privacy screen in a corner that she assumed was the examination area. Since there were no women in the room, she wouldn't have to wait long, she thought to herself. How lucky!
Both men looked up as she walked in the room. Both were wearing white coats and had stethoscopes around their necks. One man stood up and said, "Come in, come in."
"Hi," Molly said, "I'm here for my physical."
"Yes, of course. I'm Dr. Davis, and this is Dr. Barnes."
Molly smiled at them. "I'm Molly Smith."
"Have a seat, Molly," said Dr. Davis, "and we'll get started." Dr. Barnes busied himself rearranging various items on a nearby table.
"Okay," Molly said, as she sat down in the chair next to the desk.
Dr. Davis pulled out a form and said, "I need to get a little medical history, Molly. Please fill out this form, and then I'll have a few questions."
Molly began filling in the form, writing her name, her address, her phone number and so forth. She paused when she came to the question which asked: "Are you sexually active?" She wrote "No." To the question: "How much do you drink?" she wrote, "I don't drink." She completed the form by listing previous illnesses and prescribed medications, signed at the bottom and handed the form over to Dr. Davis.
"Okay, let's see. Um hum, um hum ... you're not sexually active?" he asked, looking over his glasses. Dr. Barnes stopped rummaging on his table and looked over at them.
"No, doctor."
"I see. How long has it been since you've had sex?"
"I've never had sex," Molly replied, lowering her eyes and blushing. Dr. Barnes dropped a metal object, which clanged on the floor.
"I see," Dr. Davis said, writing something down in his notes. "Well, let's get on with the examination, shall we? Please go behind the privacy screen and remove your clothing."
"All my clothing?" Molly asked, with a surprised look on her face.
"Just down to your underwear. I'll be over in a moment."
Reluctantly, Molly walked behind the screen and removed her top and her skirt. She looked around for a gown of some sort to cover herself, but couldn't find one. When she dressed this morning, she had no idea she would be disrobing a few hours later. Thank goodness I wore nice panties, she thought. She sat down on the examining table and waited.
Dr. Davis walked behind the screen. He looked at Molly and smiled.
"Okay, Molly, just relax."
"Okay, doctor."
"Now, I want you to take a deep breath and let it out slowly," he said as he placed his stethoscope on the right side of her back. Molly breathed in and out.
"Good," he said. Moving his stethoscope to the left side of her back, he said, "Again." Molly breathed deeply and exhaled. "Good, good."
The doctor then placed his stethoscope over her left breast and listened.
"Hmmm," he muttered. "Dr. Barnes, can you step in here, please?"
"Listen to this, doctor," Dr. Davis said, as Dr. Barnes walked behind the screen.
Dr. Barnes placed his stethoscope on her breast. "Hmmm."
"What is it, doctor?" Molly asked, with concern in her voice.
"Oh, I don't think it's anything to worry about," Dr. Barnes said. "Would you take off your bra, please?"
"My bra?"
"Yes."
Molly self consciously removed her bra.
Dr. Davis placed his hand on her right breast and squeezed very gently. "Hmmm," he muttered. "Dr. Barnes, can you feel her other breast, please?"
Dr. Barnes placed his hand on her left breast and squeezed. "Hmmm."
Molly had never had a breast exam before. Was that what this was? she wondered. Had they felt a lump in her breast? But I'm so young! she thought to herself.
"Now, Molly, I want you to lay back on the table. That's right," Dr. Barnes said.
Both doctors began gently massaging her breasts. Molly closed her eyes and tried to relax. Her nipples were erect as the doctors continued to massage her, now circling her areolas. She had never let a boyfriend remove her top, let alone her bra, but now she was lying there in nothing but her panties, while these two doctors felt her up. She had to admit that the sensations she felt were not unpleasant; in fact, they were very stimulating. She stifled a moan as she felt moisture between her legs.
"Does this hurt?" Dr. Barnes asked, as he gently touched the erect nipple on her left breast.
"No, doctor."
"How about this?" Dr. Barnes asked as he touched her other nipple.
"No."
"Hmmm," he muttered.
"Now just relax, Molly," Dr. Davis said, as he gently moved his hand slowly from her chest down her abdomen.
"Yes, doctor," Molly said softly.
Dr. Davis stopped near her navel and prodded her gently. "Does that hurt?"
"No, doctor," Molly whispered.
Dr. Davis moved his hand even lower, as Dr. Barnes continued to massage her breasts. Katie felt like she was about to lose control.
Suddenly, the door opened and a burly security officer shouted, "Okay, boys, fun's over!"
Davis and Barnes quickly shed their white coats, tossed their stethoscopes aside and emerged from behind the privacy screen. "Hello, Officer Tully," said Davis, with a sheepish smile on his face.
"Ben Davis and Joe Barnes. You guys never give up, do you? Every year, the same old stunt," said Tully. He had a little smile on his face as he shook his head.
