They stared at each other for a moment suspended in time. Neither moved; April’s chest was constricted, but she felt like if she took a breath, she would ruin the moment and she wanted that moment to last.
After a few moments, Dr. Goodfreid shifted and stood. “Well, Ms. West,” he said. “Go ahead and lie back on the exam table. I’ll go grab our nurse and we’ll complete your exam.” He smiled, one eyebrow arched, and then he was gone.
April’s exhale exploded from her and she realized the reason her chest had felt constricted was because she had been holding her breath for who knew how long. She’d been a swimmer in junior high and high school and could hold her breath for several minutes. She laughed and laid back on the table. She stared at the ceiling and put her hands on her stomach. While she waited, she felt her nipples with her fingertips; they were hard as rocks. She smiled.
When Dr. Goodfreid came back in with Nurse Raul, she looked between the two of them, trying to figure out what their game plan was. She was sure Dr. Goodfreid was straight, but she wasn’t sure about Raul. She decided the best game play would be to act exactly as she said she was: submissive. She sat back and waited to see how the exam played out.
It started just as it had the last time, with Dr. Goodfreid washing his hands and telling her that he would do her breast exam first, then the pelvic, and then she would be “out of here.”
“I’ll tell you what I’m doing as I do it,” he said, “so you don’t have to worry. Right now, I’m rubbing my hands together—”
“So they don’t freeze my skin when you touch me,” April said flirtatiously. That was exactly what he had said to her during the first exam. Dr. Goodfreid looked at her quizzically, and then laughed, a small chuckle.
“Yes,” he said. “Exactly. Good memory. I’m not going to be able to use old material on you, I can tell.” He looked at her meaningfully and she wondered about his intentions. Old material, she wondered… did that mean that this trip would not carry out the same way as the other exam? And, if that is what it meant, what would be different? What would be the same?
Dr. Goodfreid pulled her gown down over April’s right shoulder and she saw a smile form at the corner of his lips as he drank in her breast and her nipple. He used his fingertips to pad around her breast in a circular motion.
“Did you know, Nurse Raul,” Dr. Goodfreid said, his fingers warm on April’s breast, “that doctors use the pads of their fingers to do breast exams because the finger pads are the most sensitive part of the hand and fingers?”
“That’s very interesting, Doctor,” Raul said. He, too, had his eyes on April’s breast, she noticed, but he, unlike Tricia, was not interacting with her. She remembered Tricia had been so supportive, smiling at her and letting her know things were going to be okay, that there was absolutely nothing to worry about during such a routine exam. She wondered, again, what Raul’s role would be in whatever happened after her exam was complete.
Unlike the last time, Dr. Goodfreid did not cup her breast, nor did his index finger brush against her nipple. She waited for him to do so, but, after he had pressed a few more times with his sensitive finger pads, he pulled his hand away and drew her gown back up over her shoulder, then held the sleeve open so she could slide her arm through. He pulled the gown down on the left side and repeated the same exam as he’d done on her right breast. By the book. No extras. She tried to catch his eyes but, when she did, she couldn’t read the expression in them. He smiled at her.
“There we go, April,” he said. “Everything feels normal, exactly as it should.” He patted her shoulder once it was covered again by the gown. “Now we’ll begin the pelvic exam, so, if you could, please slide your seat down to the very end of the table.” He walked to the end of the exam table and April heard the sound of metal on metal as he slid the stirrups out of their hiding spots within the exam bed.
He washed his hands a second time, and followed that by putting gloves on. He moved the stool to the base of the exam table and sat down.
“Spread your knees, April, just slowly.” He touched her knee cap as if to remind her where her knees were. She slid her knees apart. “Now scoot down just a few more inches.” She complied. She knew that he was taking her in, her wet, pink pussy so close to his face. “April,” he said. “I need you to come a little closer, then relax. You’re clenching.”
He’s ordering me, she thought. In a way that Raul can’t understand. She wondered if her flirtation with Raul had been accidental, completely separate from the action she was expecting with Dr. Goodfreid. She glanced at Raul; he was still watching her, a small smile on his face.
“Nurse, would you go stand by April’s head, please?” Dr. Goodfreid asked as he reached for the speculum. April heard him squirt jelly onto the speculum, and, as Raul stood by her shoulder, she felt the doctor’s hand touching her pussy.
“I’m going to touch, then you’ll feel the speculum,” he said. She smiled and looked at the ceiling, then she closed her eyes. In her mind, she left the exam room and went to a tropical paradise… a beach, with crashing waves and bright sunshine. She imagined herself on a towel in the sand with Dr. Goodfreid’s face between her bent knees, cupping her pussy beneath her black bikini, then sliding a small, silver vibrator inside as Raul, a server for the nearby boathouse, walked by with cocktails that looked refreshingly cold and delicious.
“Does that feel okay?” Dr. Goodfreid asked. His hair had a golden tint to it in the sunlight and he squinted at her from between her legs.
“It feels,” divine, she thought, “just fine,” she said.
“I’ll be just a moment here. I’m going to take the speculum out. Raul,” Dr. Goodfreid began. “I forgot I told Faye that I would have our notes from yesterday finished by nine this morning, and I completely forgot.” As he talked, he rubbed the sides of April’s pussy with his fingers. The pressure of the speculum along with the sensation of his fingers felt immensely pleasurable, and April did everything she could to keep from moaning or moving around. “Could you go take care of that? She’ll be less angry if it’s you who dropped the ball and not me.”
Raul looked at the doctor, then looked back at April. She smiled at him to let him know she was absolutely fine—more than fine, thank you—if he got the hell out of there.
“Sure thing, Doc,” Raul said. “April, it was nice to meet you.” He held her gaze for a moment and she could see in his eyes that he wanted to stay, that he was thinking of reasons why he might be able to, but he was coming up empty. She would have felt a little bad for him if she hadn’t been so busy building to an orgasm she expected to come within the next five minutes if Dr. Goodfreid kept up the way he was.
As soon as Raul left, Dr. Goodfreid removed the speculum and began to massage her pussy with his hand.
“I didn’t want to share you,” Dr. Goodfreid said. “Relax your hips.”
April did as she was told, and smiled. “What are you going to do to me next, doctor?”
Dr. Goodfreid smiled and began to kiss the insides of her thighs. This was April’s fantasy come true once again; he was going down on her at an angle where he had direct, unique access to her clit. He licked her clit, alternating tongue swirls with gentle sucks, and she felt him slide two fingers into her. She groaned with pleasure.
“Shh,” he said. “No noise. Use your energy to come for me.” He began to suck her harder, pressing his fingers into her. She felt the itch of her orgasm, heat building, and he paused for a moment with her right on her edge, then he gripped her clit tightly with his lips and she dove over into her climax. It washed through her, heat and wet and echo, and she bit her tongue to keep from crying out. He was right; the soundlessness gave her an even more intense orgasm.
He stood and, with April watching with glazed-over eyes, he reached into a cabinet and pulled out two pieces of rubber band. April recognized them as what nurses used to tie around a patient’s bicep when they were drawing blood. Dr. Goodfreid, however, began to tie her ankles to t
he stirrups. April’s excitement grew—she had an affinity for being bound lightly, which was exactly what Dr. Goodfreid was doing. How he guessed that, April didn’t know, but she smiled widely, wordlessly, giving her approval.
“Lay back,” he commanded as he began to undo his belt. “I very much enjoy having you all to myself,” he said, more to himself it seemed, than to her.
He stripped his coat, shirt, and pants, then he walked over and locked the door. He walked to April and stood at her breasts. He smiled, then continued walking. He reached into the cabinet again and grabbed a condom. Prepared, April thought. He unrolled it over his erection and smiled at her. He entered her, and, as April strained gently against the restraints, she felt his enormous cock fill her. She longed to moan, to show her pleasure, and she found that she could communicate her arousal and desire for him with her hips, grinding them against him slowly. He put his hands on her hips to assist her as well as to brace himself, and he groaned as she tightened the muscles in her vagina, gripping his cock tightly within her.
“Bad girl,” he whispered. He slapped her thigh lightly, leaving a small blush of pink on her light skin. April responded by tensing the muscles a few more times. “What are you doing,” he said. “Morse Code?”
“Once for yes, twice for no,” she replied, breaking her silence.
He looked at her, his head cocked, and she closed her mouth. He nodded and closed his eyes, focusing on thrusting against her, the fronts of his thighs slapping against the backs of hers. His breath and pace quickened, and, when he tightened his grip on her hips, she drew her muscles against him one more time, sustaining the hold.
“Oh God!” he groaned as he came. He thrust several more times, the force of him against her strong and fierce.
He pulled out slowly and dumped the condom in the trash.
“April, you are the best fuck. You don’t even know how good you are.” He kissed her, first on the mouth, then his lips trailed down to her neck, between her breasts, and he kissed her once more at the top of her pussy.
April did, in fact, know how good she was, but she didn’t say anything. She smiled, still blissed out by her orgasm and the fucking she’d just been given.
Chapter Four
April drove home from her appointment with Dr. Goodfreid as if she was floating on a cloud. She had the entire weekend off, and though she had been extremely tired from her late shift the night before, now she was full of energy and ready to take on the rest of the day. Maybe she’d go shopping, she thought, or maybe even pack a lunch and take a day trip. Go for a hike. She gripped the wheel gently, and, after just a few blocks, pulled over to a bistro at which she was a regular customer. They had a killer happy hour and April frequented the place for their cheap wine and free Wi-Fi. Today, she was starving after her exam.
She walked in and greeted Carlos, the manager, then sat at one of her favorite tables and ordered a glass of wine. She looked at her watch—a little after ten o’clock. No matter; it was five o’clock somewhere, and she’d already accomplished everything she’d planned for the day.
She was poking around on the internet on her phone, sipping her wine, when she saw someone out of the corner of her eye standing close to her table, facing her. She looked up; she couldn’t hide the look of surprise on her face at the sight of Raul standing beside her.
“Hi gorgeous,” he said.
“Hi there!” she exclaimed, then apologized. “Sorry, I’m just surprised to see you here, after…” she trailed off and felt herself blush.
Raul grinned, and his smile lit up his face, making him even sexier than he had been a moment earlier. “I’m running an errand for Dr. Goodfreid. Can I sit?” he asked.
“Sure,” she kicked the chair across from her an inch with her toes. “Please do.”
He sat and looked at her eye to eye.
“I’m really glad I ran into you; I was trying to figure out if I was to get your number from your file, exactly how creepy you would find that…”
April was still blushing. She ducked her head and took a breath, trying to calm herself down.
“Not super creepy. Just a little. It would more depend on what you were planning to do with my number once you go it.”
“I wanted to ask you out for dinner tonight,” he said evenly. His eyes never left hers; they gazed deeply into her and she could swear he was trying to not just undress her, but fondle her, lick her, arouse her, with his eyes.
“You don’t know anything about me.” Of course April was going to say yet, but Raul didn’t need to know that. She liked to have fun with the men who were attracted to her. “I could be married.”
“I have a feeling you’re not married,” he said. “And, you’re not wearing a ring.”
“I could be a lesbian,” she countered.
“I’m fairly certain you’re not a lesbian,” he said, the corners of his mouth turning up in the beginnings of a smile.
“I could be annoying. Ridiculous. Terrible in bed.” She threw out each with an increase in the volume of her voice, keeping it just quiet enough so the tables around her didn’t stare, though, when she looked at the table behind her, April knew they were curious about what was going on.
“Are you going to be this difficult at dinner tonight?” he asked.
“Definitely.”
“Ah, so that’s a yes? You’ll go out with me?” His eyes, she realized, were almost two different colors. She smiled.
“I think that would be quite enjoyable,” she said. She batted her eyes at him in a way that she knew both looked completely natural and also drove men out of their minds with desire. “What time will you be picking me up?”
“Ah,” Raul looked like he hadn’t quite thought that far, bless his heart. “I’ll pick you up at 7:30,” he said. “Do you like Italian?”
“I find linguine to be one of the most sensual foods to eat.”
He leaned in, his nose just inches from her own. “I asked if you liked it,” he whispered. The sultry intensity in his gaze took her breath away.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, I like it.”
* * * *
Several hours later, April was back in her apartment getting ready for her date with Raul. They had exchanged numbers and he had texted her to let her know he was still on schedule and would be picking her up at 7:30 for an eight o’clock reservation at Armada, the best Italian restaurant in town. April was excited; Armada was exclusive, for A-listers only. She was also confused; it seemed highly unlikely that a nurse, even a highly skilled one working in a private practice, could afford somewhere like Armada when it wasn’t happy hour. She wondered if there was more to Raul than what met the eye. Then, she smiled, because what did meet the eye was pretty damn fine as well.
She showered and shaved her legs and touched up her bikini area. She preferred a completely clean pussy and maintained it as meticulously as she did any other part of her body. The sensations were so much stronger and she knew that the men she was with appreciated it when they went down on her. She believed her shaved pussy was one of the reasons she’d never needed to ask a guy to eat her out; they did it voluntarily and, as far as she knew, enthusiastically.
She towel-dried her hair and rubbed lotion, lightly scented with lavender, all over her body. Walking into her closet, she selected a red lace G-string and matching lace bra. She paused before putting on her dress to look at her body in the full length mirror. She did, she agreed, have curves in all the right places. Her breasts were full, “more than a handful,” and her yoga classes had worked wonders to strengthen her abs. She didn’t have a six pack by any means, but anyone looking at her body would know that she was athletic, fit, and firm. She smiled and reached for her dress; it was a black jersey dress with a low neckline that it showed off the tops of her breasts, framing her pale peach skin with the black.
Finally, she selected a pair of black heels with straps that laced up to the tops of her ankles. They were a little daring, maybe even a little slutty, and
they were her favorites.
At seven thirty, Raul rang her doorbell. He was prompt, to be sure. She answered the door and he whistled lowly.
“Have I mentioned how happy I am that I ran into you today? And how happy I am that I’d already kind of decided to jack your number from the system even if I hadn’t? Because if I haven’t mentioned that, please know that I am delightfully, exquisitely, undeniably, ecstatic.
He leaned in and kissed her. His lips on hers were not only surprising for their presence, but for their firm, warm insistence. She kissed him back, and he put his arms around her shoulders. She drew her hands into his hair, just above his neck, and he kissed her back into her apartment from the doorway. His tongue found its way into her mouth and prodded at her own. While his tongue explored her mouth, his hands explored everywhere else, her breasts, her waist, her hips, as though he had been mapping how he wanted to touch her all day long. He may have been doing exactly that, April thought as she kept her fingers firmly entrenched in his hair. She loved a man’s hair, especially when it was thick, soft, and slightly curly, just like Raul’s. She felt herself getting wet for the second? Third? She’d lost count…probably third time that day.
“You’re an incredible kisser,” she told him, and he responded by kissing her deeper, with more energy, tilting her head back, putting her off balance, but holding onto her so strongly she felt stable and supported.
“I’m hungry,” he said.
“Well,” she pulled away, smiling, “we should go to dinner, then.”
A look of mock disappointment crossed his face. “I guess,” he said slowly. “I guess I did say I wanted to take you out, not keep you in.”
“How about this,” she suggested, grinning flirtatiously at him. “We’ll go out, and then, if you behave, we’ll stay in.
Chapter Five
Armada was packed when they arrived, which was not a surprise. The restaurant was only open for dinner, and only from five o’clock until eleven o’clock, six days a week, because the food was just that good. The ambiance spoke of luxury, with dark, rich Italian tapestries on the walls, ornate fabric on the booths, and servers that were so well trained they could give you the entire menu if you asked for it, in English or in Italian.
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