Daddy To Go: A Secret Baby Medical Romance

by Adams, S. C.

  And it’s great, to be honest. I’m at the top of my game professionally and have the luxury of knowing my entire schedule months in advance.

  This visit to Farmington, Maryland just so happened to be a last minute booking on my schedule. I was working a gig in Chicago when my old friend from med school, Colleen McNamara, called and asked me to fill in while she was on vacation. She had a sub already, but he bailed because his kid got chicken pox at the last minute. As a result, she was panicky and nervous, calling me in desperation. Of course, I said yes. I was happy to do it. But once I got to Farmington, suddenly I remembered how tiny and suffocating little cities can be.

  But it’s just for a short while. My next move will come soon. Colleen will return from vacation, and then I’ll be free to go wherever I choose.

  Besides, it’s not so bad here. Mrs. Albertson was older, but the rest of the patients were mostly middle-aged women with the typical middle-aged problems: varicose veins, hot flashes, and saggy boobs. It was the same story every time with a little flirting, a wide spread of the legs, and then me unobtrusively trying to back out of the room as they asked a million questions.

  Something about being middle-aged makes women desperate. It’s like they were searching for the fountain of youth. They asked me about vitamins, elixirs to help them stay young, and every other fad diet and pill on the market. I had the same answer for them every single time: exercise, eating well, and minimizing stress were the key. These are the best ways to maintain youth, beauty and vigor, but my advice fell on deaf ears. I would put my whole life savings on the fact that if I came in a year from now, they would ask all the same questions over again.

  “Ms. Henshaw left her number for you,” one of the nurses said with a grin as she set it down on the desk. “How many does that make today?”

  I chuckled and closed the file, taking the number, balling it up, and tossing it in the waste basket. “That would be number two.”

  “And how many patients have you seen today?” she asked.

  “Eight so far,” I replied.

  She nodded her head with a sly grin. “And out of eight, how many did a little wiggle of the hips, cooed, made coquettish comments, or innuendos?”

  I cleared my throat, glancing up at her. “Seven. Fortunately, Mrs. Albertson managed to control herself.”

  The nurse giggled and shook her head, picking up a file and setting it in front of me. “I don’t know how you do it.”

  I shrugged. “You know what? These women, they just want the attention. For whatever reason, it’s lacking in their life and I’m successful and not too bad on the eyes. So if I can smile and be nice, why not? I’m not hurting anyone.”

  She put her hands up with a smile. “Oh, I’m not doubting that. Dr. McNamara raved about you and your professionalism. I’m just saying, you’re handsome and successful. Don’t you want to share that with someone?”

  It’s the million dollar question. I frowned at the thought, taking the next patient file from her.

  “I’m not looking, to be honest. Part of why I travel is because I want to see the world. Having ties would just inhibit that right now. I grew up in small town Minnesota, and when I say small town, I mean the place had maybe two hundred and fifty people max. This is my chance to see the world, so getting into a relationship with someone in Farmington…well, it’s not really on my to do list.”

  “I don’t blame you,” she laughed. “I was born and bred here. Married my husband here, and we’ll probably grow old here. I’m fine with it, but I know how it feels to want to spread your wings. Take advantage of it, because not everyone has that chance.”

  Glancing down at her moderately sized diamond ring, I smiled, pretending to look at the next file. My words were true, but in fact freedom wasn’t the only reason I like to travel. In reality, I was awkward, skinny, and really shy during my teen years. I spent half of my life with a weak chin and scrawny frame. Once I got to medical school, though, everything changed. I started working out and eating right. I started making sure that I took care of myself and it showed. My new haircut, trendy clothes, and toned physique caught the attention of the ladies, and soon they were moaning my name in bed.

  As a result, it’s kind of like I had a delayed manhood. I wasn’t necessarily proud of the fact that I slept with different women every city that I went, but it is what it is. It made me happy, comfortable, and stress free. And I wasn’t a douche about it either. I made sure that every woman I slept with knew I was leaving the next day or very shortly after that. I never led a woman on, and that was important to me. There’s no reason to be an asshole, so long as expectations are upfront and clear.

  Lately though, my lifestyle had been getting a little stagnant. I had been traveling so much and there had been so many women coming in and out of my bed, that it was all starting to blur together. I had an appetite, one that made me want to go out on the prowl. But after so many women, I was almost ashamed of the fact that I was struggling to keep them separate in my mind. I couldn’t remember some of their names. Others, I’m not sure I even knew their names to begin with.

  On top of that, my last stop in Florida last month had been a bit of a head turner. I went to see my sister Pam and her family. She’s not like me in many ways. She settled down right out of college, marrying a man, Tom, she met as a freshman. Pam’s got two kids, my niece and nephew, a perfect little home, a picket fence, and a dog named Rover. She’s got the storybook tale with a perfect marriage and a happily ever after.

  It was so perfect, in fact, that sitting there in the warm Florida sunshine playing with my nephew, I could almost imagine myself settling down soon. How soon? Obviously not that soon. I was still stoked to have a full schedule and to get back on the road asap. But I could definitely tell the temporary lifestyle was getting a little tiresome.

  “Hello? Dr. Rivington? You look dazed,” the nurse said, snapping her fingers before my eyes.

  I shook my head. “Oh yeah, sorry. Mind went somewhere else.”

  She raised an eyebrow and laughed, tapping the file in front of me. “Your next patient. Twenty. Her name is Abby McAllister. Non-smoker, doesn’t drink, no history of drugs.”

  Sounds boring as hell.

  “Right,” I said out loud. “Great. I have a break after that right?”

  The nurse looked down at the schedule and nodded. “Yep, and actually your last appointment canceled, so you’re done for the day.”

  I gave her a thumbs up and slid the file open as I walked toward the room at the other end of the hallway. I looked over the patient’s vitals, noting that she seemed pretty healthy. Blood pressure normal. Pulse normal. Weight a little high, but still fine. No alcohol, no cigarettes, and no drugs.

  She sounded like a complete bore, which in my profession is usually a positive thing. I’ve seen too many problems resulting from addiction and various psychoses.

  Most likely, this appointment was going to be a general exam with a discussion about anorexia, birth control, STD testing, or one of the many other plights that troubled young girls. At least she was twenty and I didn’t have to deal with an overprotective mother hovering over my shoulder while I swabbed her cervix.

  Like I always did, I leaned my shoulder against the door, tapped twice with my knuckle and walked in while still looking down at the file. When the door clicked shut behind me, I strode over to where the gloves were, still not looking up.

  “Hi Abby, I’m Dr. Rivington, here filling in for Dr. McNamara.”

  I glanced over at the patient, rushing through the introductions a bit. But then I did a double take. The girl sitting there on the table was gorgeous, with an angelic face with big brown eyes that her long black eyelashes batted down over. Her long brown curly hair cascaded over her shoulders and…holy shit, that body.

  Even through that hideous pink paper gown I could see her lush ripeness. There was nothing anorexic about Abby McAllister, and her curves seemed to go on for days. My attraction to her was immediate. It
was so immediate, in fact, that I had to turn away as I pulled on my gloves to hide my growing erection.

  Clearing my throat, I continued talking in a professional tone. “What brings you in today? How can I help you?”

  As I turned around, she looked up at me with wide innocent eyes, entrancing me to the point where I had to put one hand on the counter. She nodded as she shook her head shyly.

  “Well, it’s my first time at the gynecologist’s office.”

  Her voice was so low it was almost a whisper. I grabbed a stool and scooted over next to her, laying the back of the table down.

  “That’s alright, Abby. It’s my first time too.”

  She looked at me wildly for a moment and then giggled. That laugh was intoxicating.

  “What? How can this be your first time, Dr. Rivington? You didn’t just graduate from med school, did you?” I kept a professional manner, but I could feel the blue in my eyes blazing as I stared deeply at her.

  “It’s my first time with you,” I clarified. “And there’s no reason to be nervous. You can call me Ryder, if you like. Are you here for a regular check-up?”

  She nodded shyly. I pressed forward.

  “Is there anything else I should know before we start?”

  She was lying down at this point, her hands on her stomach, her head turned toward me. She shook her head and then stopped, her brow furrowing slightly. “Actually, yes. I’m a virgin. So please be gentle, okay doctor?”

  I almost choked on my own tongue in that moment. Beautiful, shy, sexy as hell, and a virgin to boot. And god, that voice asking me to be gentle. I don’t think I’d ever wanted anyone as much as I wanted that girl right then and there.

  Reaching up, I put my hand on her shoulder in what I hoped was a comforting manner.

  “No reason to rush into it. Why don’t you tell me about yourself as we begin?”

  Her eyes shifted down and then back up to mine. “Okay. I work at a call center, and I’m saving up to go to a local community college. I graduated from high school last year.”

  I nodded. “And what do you do in your free time?”

  She smiled nervously. “Pretty much read. I love to read, everything I can get my hands on. I probably could have paid for college twice over if I didn’t buy so many books.”

  I laughed. “I like that. That means you’re intelligent, Abby. Intelligent and beautiful, quite the mix.”

  Her eyes shifted again and I immediately realized what I had said. “I’m sorry, that kind of slipped out.”

  “Intelligent or beautiful?” she teased, breaking a bit out of her nervous shell.

  With a grin I shook my finger at her. “I like that. Sense of humor too. I appreciate it, especially since you’re not the only woman who gets nervous when it comes to her annual exam.”

  Abby’s eyes flashed slightly, and I could tell she was already attracted to me. Why not? I have an incredible bod, wavy black hair and eyes so blue that they sometimes turn black. Yet I also wanted her to relax, and to let me examine her without being too nervous. Of course, I needed to relax too. It wouldn’t really be good for me to give a breast exam if I was poking her in the side with my hard cock.

  “Women probably get nervous because you’re so handsome,” Abby said shyly, immediately looking away when she realized her gaffe.

  I don’t know what crossed my mind in that moment, but I’m not sure I even had control over my own hands. Before I realized it, my fingers were grazing her chin, turning her head back toward me. My cheekbones had a harsh flush on them, and my voice was deep and thick.

  “Don’t look away when you say something like that. It makes me think you’re just saying it to make me feel better.”

  Her eyes grew bright again and she slowly smiled. “I think you know that already.”

  A half smile pulled at my lips. “Believe it or not, I wasn’t always a confident man. I used to be shy and a loner. Pretty geeky.”

  “Oh yeah?” she asked. “And what changed it?”

  I took in a deep breath, my eyes moving down her body and back up to her face again. “Becoming a doctor and starting a wellness program where I took care of myself. But more on that later because it’s time we get your exam started. How about we begin with the breast exam? Do you check yourself on a regular basis?”

  She licked her lips and nodded, turning her head back to stare up as I moved my fingers from her chin. I stood up, nonchalantly edging my cock to the side and pushed my sleeves up, gently pulling the strings on the front of her gown. As they came loose, I brushed the paper to the sides, staring down at her huge, firm, round tits.

  At that point, I tried to stop myself from being overzealous, but there went my hands again, immediately cupping her right breast. My eyes shifted up to her and sank deeply into the chocolate brown of her gaze. Her nipples immediately went hard as my gloved hand passed over it just light enough to tell me she was aroused. Oh shit. What do I do now? This exam has already gone off the rails, and yet we just started.

  3

  Abby

  I was so wet, I was terrified I was going to slip right off the table and into a mound on the floor. I’d been nervous but when Dr. Rivington walked into the room, everything changed. The way he looked at me with his piercing blue eyes. The way his muscles tensed, pressing against his light blue t-shirt beneath his white jacket. The way his jet black hair stayed perfectly in place but looked soft and shimmering as his ultra-white smile reminded me of a wet dream.

  Then there was his personality. As soon as his hand touched me, I felt sparks shoot through my whole body and my thighs began to quiver enough that I pulled them tight together. The way he spoke to me, the connection between us, made me anxious, nervous, and calm all at the same time. Talk about a mixture of emotions while wearing nothing but a crinkly pink gown.

  Then came the moment when he untied my gown. All I could do at that point was fixate on his handsome face. The way he bit the inside of his lip as he folded back each side. Just one touch of his hand on my skin set me on fire. It took everything I had not to arch my back into the air and to beg for more.

  “You like it, don’t you Abby?”

  I could do nothing but nod silently, my body giving him its own answer. His palm slid slowly over my nipple and it hardened, but as his eyes seized mine, any feeling of shyness washed away. The fact that locking eyes during an exam wasn’t really how it was supposed to go didn’t even cross my mind. All I could think of was how I wanted more. How I couldn’t pull my eyes away from his as he pressed down, cupping my breast with one hand while caressing it with the other.

  My mouth opened slightly and a heated breath pumped my chest up and down. He squeezed again, this time harder and pulled his fingers up to my nipple, rubbing it between his forefinger and thumb. A small whimper came from me and he released me before slowly taking both of his gloves off.

  “Is this okay?” he rasped. “You’re just so beautiful and I want to feel you skin-to-skin.”

  I nodded, unable to get the words out of my mouth. Of course, it was okay. In fact, it was amazing to be with Dr. Rivington like this. The warmth of his hands, the pressure he put on my breasts, every whisper and hum made me go insane. It sent unbelievable electricity through my entire body.

  Dr. Rivington took things to the next level then. Slowly he lowered his head down to my breasts and ran his lips over my skin. The soft tender pressure made my lower back arch upward. Suddenly, as his own control wavered, he dove down onto my tits, squeezing them hard while rubbing his face across my firm mounds.

  “Shit baby,” he rasped. “You feel so good. Huge and bouncy.”

  A slow moan rose from my throat and my hand moved up his shoulder, rubbing against the stiff fabric of his jacket sleeve. I could feel his pulsating muscles beneath, hardening with every touch. Keeping his face lowered, a nipple in his mouth, he pulled his jacket off, dropping it to the floor around his feet.

  Immediately I wanted him. I needed him to examine me even more,
if that’s possible. As if he could hear my inner thoughts his hand slid down to the tie at my waist and slowly pulled it loose. He moved quickly to the end of the bench and gripped my hips, digging his fingers into my thick flesh.

  With a quick tug, I slid down the table, my legs immediately opening wide for him. The air was cold in the room but his heat quickly filtered over to me, flowing over my body like a wave. I lifted my head for a moment, but he pushed me back down, his blue eyes fierce. He licked his lips and knelt down on the step, running his fingers up my thighs.

  “We should get to the exam,” he said in a deep sexual tone that sent chills rippling over my skin.

  I lay back and looked up at the ceiling, my heartbeat racing. I was white knuckling the table, but this time not out of anxiety, but anticipation. My hips screamed to lift up toward his face and my knees shook slightly. He pulled the stirrups out and gently took each foot, placing them into the holds. I should have felt exposed. Any other situation and I would have.

  But the anticipation…

  He opened me up wide and ran a warm finger down through my lips. He took a circle around my clit which instantly stiffened, twitching in delight at the unexpected touch. I could feel my pussy pulsating, vibrating as if it had its very own heartbeat.

  “Oh Dr. Rivington,” I moaned. His blue eyes flicked up and he let out a hoarse chuckle before moving down, the sensation against my skin both erotic and nerve wracking at the same time. I wanted him to both slow down and speed up simultaneously, it felt so good.

  “Oh yeah,” he whispered. “I see it right there. Right inside your vaginal orifice, sweetheart. That’s your sweet hymen.”

  I never in my entire life thought someone could sound sexy and arousing when they said the words vaginal orifice. But there I was, wishing with all my might that his other orifice would plant right onto it. It didn’t take long to get my wish. He slowly lowered his face, his eyes hungry as his lips touched me.