Doctor's Virgin (Innocence Book 3)

by Roxeanne Rolling

  His mouth is close to mine. I can feel his breath on me, and smell it. It’s the first time I’ve really smelled something that wasn’t my stale bedroom in so long. He smells wonderful, incredibly manly, incredibly sexy.

  Before I know what’s happening, his mouth is against mine, kissing me. His mouth crashes onto mine.

  And I kiss him back.

  My whole body feels awake like it’s never felt before. Not only am I not burdened by the horrible feeling that I’ll never leave my room alive, but… well, my body is screaming at me, “Now you’ve got your chance, you’re out of that hell. Time to activate those ovaries and pump out babies! Time to collect all the hottest sperm you can!”

  It’s kind of gross to think about it that way. But I don’t care right now. I’m so turned on right now, with Liam’s muscles pushing against me, with his mouth against mine. Our tongues swirl together. My nipples are hard, and I’m ready. I’m ready to lose my virginity. Right here and right now. I couldn’t care less that there’s a horde of nurses making a huge racket by banging on the door, or that I’m in a hospital bed, or that Liam’s older than I am, or that I really don’t know him well at all.

  “What the hell’s going on in here?”

  It’s my dad’s voice!

  I open my eyes and Liam pulls away from me. I catch the grin in his eyes, but he puts on a serious face for my dad.

  I’ve never been more horrified in my entire life. I’ve never been walked in on doing anything, well except if you count that one time last year when my mother walked in on me right after I had finished… pleasuring myself. But I’ve never been caught messing around with a guy. And by my dad! I could just curl up and die.

  My dad’s dressed in the ridiculous plastic, with the full face mask on.

  A couple nurses stand behind him, wearing the same get up, their arms crossed angrily in front of their ample bosoms.

  “You’re not wearing your mask!” shouts my dad at Liam. “Do you want to kill her? What the hell are you doing here?”

  Liam doesn’t answer. But he doesn’t look in the least bit fazed by my dad’s tirade.

  “Just paying a visit,” he says simply.

  “And you’re… kissing her! You could kill her like that. You’re a fucking brain surgeon, you think you’d know what that could do to her!”

  “Dad,” I say, trying to interrupt. “I’m fine… Liam…”

  Liam shoots me a look that for some reason I know for certain means, “I could get in trouble for giving you the blue liquid. Don’t tell them.”

  “I’m going to get going,” says Liam. He gets up calmly and walks towards the door, pulling off the plastic wrap as he does so, revealing that he’s wearing nothing more than a tight black t-shirt that shows off his gorgeous torso and his bulging biceps.

  “Don’t ever come near my daughter again,” says my dad, visibly intensely angry even behind his mask.

  “I’ll call you,” says the defiant Liam as he walks through the doorway.

  Liam just changed my life forever. It’ll never be the same again.

  Chapter 7

  Liam

  I walk through the hospital with the taste of her lips on mine. My cock is half hard, but it was fully erect when we were kissing. This isn’t one of those kisses that you just forget. No, this is going to linger with me until I finally have her.

  It’s just a matter of time before she comes running to my bed, begging for my cock.

  “Dr. Horton!” says someone, coming up behind me and tugging on my shirt. I’ve already peeled the ridiculous plastic off my body, leaving it on the floor outside of Mia’s room.

  “What?” I continue to walk without pausing.

  “Dr. Horton,” says the shrill female voice. Whoever it is, she continues to tug on my shirt. “Administration needs to see you immediately!”

  I stop, turning to look at her. She’s a young mousey looking nurse. Not too bad in the tits department, though. I’d give her a lay, let her have a chance at my cock… if it wasn’t for Mia. I have a feeling no one’s going to be able to scratch this itch until I finally sink my cock into Mia’s tight little pussy. No one’s going to do but her.

  “Dr. Horton!” says the woman. “Are you listening to me?”

  “No,” I say.

  She looks completely stunned.

  “Oh, sorry,” I say, sarcastically. “Were you telling me that administration needs to see me?”

  She nods shyly.

  “I’ll see them when I’m good and ready,” I say.

  “But Dr. Horton!”

  I sigh loudly.

  “Liam!” shouts a male figure coming rapidly down the hallway. He’s walking stiffly, with his arms moving at his sides like he’s a robot. I’d recognize that walk anywhere. It’s Johnson.

  “There is he,” says the nurse, in a low voice, without looking at me. She rushes past me, staring at the ground.

  “There you are,” says Johnson, out of breath as he comes up to me. In one hand, he’s clutching his cell phone. In the other, he’s got a stack of papers, and it looks like he’s lost some, since they’re all ruffled and out of order.

  “What’s up, Johnson?” I say.

  “We’ve just received another complaint,” he says, still completely breathless.

  “Great,” I say. “Just add it to the list. Bill me later, or whatever you do. I’ve got to get going.”

  “But this is from… let me get this straight. Did you just administer an experimental drug to a highly allergic patient who had just come out of a coma?”

  Great, so Mia’s dad found the bottle and complained to the staff. That’s just what I need, more complications. So much for him being an old friend, but that’s something I’ve learned over the years—people can turn on you when the situation is right and it’s to their advantage. Well, that and he’s just trying to protect his one daughter who has a life threatening health problem. I get that. I can understand that. But what I gave her worked and it’s going to continue to work. I know I’m right.

  “Yes,” I say, staring Johnson right in the eyes.

  “But…” he sputters. “You can’t do that… You’re a… You just can’t go around…”

  “Listen,” I say. “If it doesn’t work, tell them they can sue me and I’ll admit to everything.”

  “That’s not a very good legal position.”

  “I don’t give a shit about my legal position,” I say.

  I turn and walk away, leaving Johnson still sputtering and clutching his messy stack of papers.

  Fishing in my pocket for my cell phone, I walk swiftly towards the elevator that will take me to my department.

  I dial John’s number.

  He picks up on the first ring.

  “How dare you!” he says, sputtering his words just like Johnson.

  “I’m going to cut you off right there, John,” I say. “I’m headed into surgery and I don’t have time for this bullshit. So listen. And listen carefully. I’m right about the methylene blue. Do the research yourself. It stopped her attacks, and you’ll notice over the next week that Mia doesn’t have any other attacks. She’ll be able to leave her room now.”

  “But… you…” His words are nothing but anger and confusion. He might know I’m right.

  “Sue me if I’m wrong,” I say. “Give it a week and see. You’re an old friend, John, and I’ll forgive this little stunt of yours, reporting me to that asshole Johnson. I know you’re just concerned about your daughter.”

  There’s a long pause on the other end of the line.

  That might have calmed him down a little. But what I’m about to say next is sure to make him angry again, but fuck all if that’s going to stop me.

  “And another thing,” I say. “I’m going to be asking your daughter out.”

  I can hear the anger coming from him, but he’s not speaking. He’s just making vague guttural noises.

  “I know that’s not what you wanted to hear,” I say. “But she’s been st
uck in that room alone for a year. She deserves to get out and see the world.”

  I almost say experience things, but that might be pushing it just a little too far, since the obvious implication is that she’s going to be experiencing my cock.

  “You can’t!” is all he manages to say among all of his sputtering.

  “I absolutely can ask her out,” I say. “And I have a hunch she’s going to accept. But the point is she’s an adult, and she can make her own choices. I’ve got to get to surgery.”

  I hang up the phone.

  Sometimes, friends need you to show them what’s what.

  “Is the patient prepped?” I ask the nurse in the hallway.

  She does a double take, seeing me in a t-shirt and jeans. “Not yet, Dr. Horton.”

  “Get on it,” I say. “I’ll be ready in five.”

  I pull off my t-shirt, and grab my phone. One last phone call before heading into surgery.

  “Mia?” I say, as she picks up.

  “Hi,” she says, giggling a little nervously. “Oh, I’m sorry that…”

  “I know what you’re about to say,” I say. “I don’t have much time. I’ve already talked to your dad and everything. Don’t worry about the treatment. You’re going to be fine… And you’ll come out with me on Friday, right?”

  “Sure,” she says eagerly. Then there’s a pause. “Oh,” she adds, sounding suddenly uncertain. “I don’t know if I’m allowed to. They’re really worried I’ll have a relapse…”

  Chapter 8

  Mia

  My dad’s given me a stern talking to, as a doctor, of course, rather than a parent, telling me that the results I’ve seen so far may not be the ones that I will see in the future.

  Whatever.

  I trust Liam with this.

  I feel a thousand times better than ever, and it’s not just being able to go outside. I guess I didn’t realize just how tired and run down I was all the time, because that had become my normal reality. There wasn’t anything else to compare it to.

  But now my body feels light. I have energy, and most of all nothing makes me sick, nothing makes me pass out.

  Getting out of my room, out of the house, is just insane. There’s really no way to describe it. Unless you’ve spent a full year locked away in a single room, there’s just no way you’ll ever understand the experience.

  I was so excited to get out today that I woke up at the crack of dawn and left the house without even eating breakfast. Even though I’ve been eating an incredibly bland and hypoallergenic diet for a year, food is the last thing on my mind. I just need to get out, to explore, to live life.

  My parents were still asleep when I left.

  One thing I know for sure: I need to get my own place, or move in with some roommates. I’m too old to be living with my parents, and the thought of staying in my childhood room any longer makes me feel physically sick to my stomach.

  The sun is shining. The sky is completely cloudless. The air smells sweet. It’s like I’ve been given a new chance on life, and second chance to get out, to live.

  Oh yeah, and I have a date with Liam on Friday. That’s only two days away.

  I know it’s early, but I can’t wait any longer, and I grab my phone and call Shelly.

  “Huh?” she says, her voice full of sleep. I can just imagine her in bed with her hair all tousled, maybe a guy next to her. Pretty soon, I’ll be the one waking up with a guy next to me in bed… hopefully Liam.

  “Want to meet for breakfast?” I say.

  “Breakfast? Huh?”

  “Yeah, there’s a diner down by your place.”

  “A diner? What?”

  “Yeah,” I say, laughing at her sleepy antics.

  “Who’s that?” says a deep male voice in the background.

  I laugh. “I knew it,” I say. “I knew there’d be a guy in your bed.”

  “So what?” says Shelly, sounding a little annoyed and a little more awake.

  “I’d like to invite the two of you to breakfast,” I say.

  “In your room?”

  “I’m outside,” I say. “I’m out! I’m cured. I’m a free woman.”

  “Is this some kind of joke?”

  “No, I’m serious. Come on, meet me at the diner.”

  “Want to get breakfast?” says Shelly to her male companion, her voice only slightly muffled as she holds the phone away from her mouth to ask the question.

  “Sure,” he says sleepily.

  “I’ll be there in half an hour,” I say. “I’m going to take the train down.”

  “I’ll believe it when I see it,” says Shelly. “Mia… out of her room. Who would have thought?”

  We say goodbye, and I find myself staring again at the beautiful sky, with the rich blue.

  I’m a free woman now. This is as good as I’ve ever felt, and as free.

  And by the end of Friday, I’ll hopefully no longer be a virgin.

  What do I mean by hopefully?

  I mean I’m going to do everything in my womanly power to take Liam by the cock and have my way with him. I’ll do whatever it takes to lose this badge of embarrassment that’s been haunting me for so long.

  Some women have good excuses for being virgins. I mean, in some situations, it’s a perfectly valid state to exist in. Some women have personal belief systems, and they don’t tend to mind being virgins so much.

  Others have medical excuses. I know, I know. It seems like I would have a medical excuse as well. But in reality I was only in my room for a year. Some women fall into comas as teens and wake up ten years later and, boom, they’re adult virgins just like that. Me? I had my chances. Well, I could have had them.

  I’m not going to make the same mistake twice. I’m tired of not being a real adult, and I’m tired of missing out on a whole sphere of reality and experience. It’s downright disturbing how much I’ve missed.

  The train ride is just amazing.

  I remember taking the train more than a year ago, before I got “locked” in my room and I was just complaining to Shelly the entire time about how boring it was.

  I couldn’t have been more wrong.

  The whole world that passes by the windows on the train has that magical sheen that it used to have for me as a kid. It took being in my room for a year to see the world like this. Even the boring paunchy ticket collector fascinates me, the way he walks, the way he grumbles to himself—it all appears beautiful, perfect, fascinating… exactly the way it should be.

  The heart of the city where I’m meeting Shelly is even more fascinating, if that’s even possible. I watch with glee as the cars zip by, as the commuters bustle past me with their briefcases and their umbrellas. (Who needs an umbrella on a gorgeous day like today?)

  There’s Shelly!

  It’s strange to see her on the street after so much time. She looks different, more grown up, and her hair is longer than I remember it being. The last time I saw her in person was when she came to visit me at my parents’ house, and of course she was decked out in the ridiculous plastic wrap.

  She looks like she’s going into shock when she first sees me. Her jaw nearly drops to the floor.

  I can’t help it. I run towards her, and she runs towards me.

  She’s about to give me a hug, but she stops.

  “Can I?” she says. “You’re not going to pass out?”

  I shake my head, unable to hide the huge smile on my face.

  We hug, and it feels good to feel her against me.

  …Not in the way it’s going to feel to have Liam pressed against me, his hard cock pushing into me.

  “You’re out of your room! I can’t believe it. I thought it was some kind of joke, but I came down anyway.”

  “It’s not a joke,” I say. “I’m cured… Where’s your guy friend?”

  “Oh, he started following me here, and then he saw some girl he recognized from his class and he started chatting her up.”

  “With you right there? What an asshole.”<
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  “Yeah, and they were taking so long, and flirting so obviously that I just walked away without him.”

  I laugh. “Serves him right,” I say. “What a pig.”

  “You’re telling me. But he was great in bed.”

  “Come on,” I say, not sure how to respond. “Let’s get something to eat. It’s been way too long since I had some real food and not that gruel they feed me.”

  “You’ve been eating a lot of porridge?”

  I laugh.

  We enter the diner and sit down at a big booth opposite each other.

  The waitress comes over to take our orders.

  She’s a rail-thin woman with an interesting face. A year ago, I would have barely looked at her. But because I’ve been cooped up for so long, and everything is so interesting, I find myself just staring at her, studying her face.

  “Mia!” says Shelly, snapping me out of it. “She asked you what you’re having.”

  “Oh,” I say, vaguely, picking up the menu again. “OK, I’ll have the breakfast platter, the fruit platter, and the full English breakfast… and a cup of coffee, and a tall orange juice.”

  The waitress just raises her eyebrow at me but she writes it all down.

  Shelly laughs. “Hungry, eh?”

  “I just want to try everything.”

  “So tell me what the hell happened,” says Shelly, leaning across the table. “I don’t get it. You’re just suddenly all better?”

  I tell her everything, including the date I have with Liam.

  “Wow,” says Shelly, clearly amazed. “He’s like your knight in shining armor, you know? He just swoops in and a day later cures you! It’s incredible. And now he can take care of your other problem, if you know what I mean.”

  I blush. “That’s the plan,” I say. “I can’t even tell you the things I want to do to him.”

  “That’s the spirit,” says Shelly, giving me a wink. “You’ve got a lot of time to make up for.”