Warm and Sweet, Vol. 1

by Jolene Avonn

  “Ken with red hair? Or Ken with brown hair?”

  “Red, definitely red.”

  It was Dr. Adams’ turn to frown. He sat in an armchair near the window and flipped through his notepad.

  “Look, Jamie,” he said eventually. “Who was really your partner last night? This is important. A comfortable first session is crucial in our fertility regimen. So let me tell you this: there’s no Ken here. And there are no redheads in the current partner ranks.”

  Jamie took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She sat down on the couch and stared at Dr. Adams, sizing him up. He didn’t wear a lab coat. The sleeves of his white dress shirt were rolled up to his elbows, and his forearms looked wiry and strong. He stared at her expectantly with dark brown eyes. His jaw was tight and flexing. He raised his eyebrows.

  “Jamie? Anything you want to tell me?”

  Something in his voice made her trust him.

  “It was Dr. Span,” she said, and a weight lifted from her shoulders. “He came late. He had me, um, provide service. Here. On the couch.”

  Dr. Adams gripped the arms of his chair so tight his knuckles went white.

  “Span?” he said. “Here?”

  “Yes,” Jamie said.

  “Those marks?”

  “Yes.”

  “Fuck,” Dr. Adams said, then, quickly, “Excuse me, I’m sorry, Jamie. It’s just that...well, I’ve heard reports about Dr. Span but this is the first time I’ve personally witnessed direct evidence.”

  “Did I do something wrong? He seemed upset,” Jamie said.

  Dr. Adams jumped up, and then dropped to one knee in front of her. He put a hand on her forearm, a warm, kind hand that brought great comfort.

  “God, no!” he said. “Jamie, you didn’t do anything at all. Dr. Span is the one I’m concerned about. He’s violated the Hope Code. Again. Big time.”

  “The Hope Code?”

  “It’s what medical staff swear to when they work here. The most important of all the tenets is that we’re supposed to treat you like you deserve to be treated. Like a goddamned queen!” Dr. Adams shook his head. “Shit. I mean, shoot. I’m sorry for swearing, Jamie. I’m just upset.”

  He stood up and put his hand under her chin. Jamie didn’t move – she was frozen by the gesture. He tilted her face up and spoke again.

  “Don’t ever forget that you’re a beautiful, beautiful woman, Jamie,” Dr. Adams said. “And what you’re doing here is absolutely incredible. A selfless act. Nobody should ever harm you. Ever. When Dr. Span comes in this evening, I’ll take care of things. That’s a promise.”

  He pulled his hand away and Jamie’s head drooped. She was woozy from the heat that seemed to be transferred between them. She tilted her head up again.

  “Thank you, Dr. Adams,” she said quietly.

  “You can call me Will,” he said.

  “Thank you, Will.”

  “You’re welcome, Jamie. I’m very, very sorry this happened. Now, I have to go get this taken care of. I’ll be checking in tomorrow, first thing. I sincerely hope tonight’s session is more rewarding.”

  With that, Dr. Will Adams walked quickly to the door and exited Jamie’s suite the same way he came in: quietly, but with purpose.

  Jamie leaned back on the couch and sighed. Her entire body relaxed, and she was finally able to shrug off her cardigan. The room felt normal again. She allowed herself new hope.

  Tonight, she thought, will be the real first session.

  Jamie began her preparations at 7 p.m., willing herself to put the incident with Dr. Span out of her mind. By 8 p.m., she was in a red satin nightgown and thoroughly anticipating her next partner’s kinder touch.

  ~~~

  At 8:05, there was a light knock at the door. Jamie felt butterflies in her chest. She walked quickly to the entryway to meet her new partner.

  She opened the door to find an attractive man who she did not at all recognize. He was slightly taller than her, stocky, and dressed in plain khaki pants and a white t-shirt. She couldn’t hold back a wide smile of relief.

  “Hi!” she said. “You must be...?”

  The man, who had shoulder-length black hair and gray eyes, smiled shyly.

  “Peter,” he said, extending his hand. “You’re Jamie?”

  “Yes, that’s me,” Jamie said. She shook Peter’s hand and didn’t let it drop, instead pulling him playfully to the living room.

  “A drink?” she asked.

  “Oh, no thanks,” said Peter. He stood awkwardly near the couch. “Well, maybe. This is a really nice suite. Mine’s definitely smaller. And there are three of us sharing it.”

  “Really?” Jamie said. “I didn’t know that. I’m new here.”

  “Ahh, well, you’ll get used to it,” Peter said. “All the in’s and out’s.”

  He stood there, smiling at his joke, until Jamie caught on.

  “Good one!” she said, shaking a finger at him. “I like a sense of humor.”

  Jamie sat on the couch, legs tucked under her, and Peter sat by her side. They continued chatting in the living room until they both agreed that a glass of wine would ease their nerves. Two rounds of cabernet later, they were just starting to explore each other’s bodies. Peter stroked Jamie’s forearm so lightly that the tiny hairs stood up; she absentmindedly rubbed his thigh, very interested in the muscles flexing underneath.

  Jamie proposed they move to her bedroom. She was nervous all over again, but she definitely found Peter attractive. His chest muscles danced every time he gestured. His thighs were wide, his ass powerful-looking.

  I can get into this, she thought. I bet he’s going to be really good.

  Once in the bedroom, Peter took off his shirt and asked Jamie to rest comfortably on the bed. She laid back, and he began a slow, deliberate massage, starting at her feet, moving up to the middle of her thighs, and then along her arms. He coated her with a light, fragrant oil that he brought with him. The scent of vanilla filled the room.

  Jamie closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Peter’s touch was magical. His hands were hot and skilled. When he took her foot and rubbed her arch, then her toes, and then moved to her calf, she half-giggled and half-swooned. When he touched her thighs she let them fall open slightly, expecting him to hike up her nightgown for complete access. But he skipped her warming crotch and focused on her forearms and hands instead. Always smoothing and rubbing and working his thumbs into all the sore spots, making them vanish.

  “That feels soooo good, Peter,” she sighed. “Unbelievable.”

  “It feels good to me, too,” Peter said. “Believe me. Do you want me to do your back?”

  Jamie bit down on her lip. “Yes!” she said. “Why not?” She flipped over and felt all the tension in her neck and shoulder dissipate as soon as Peter’s large, warm palms pressed into her.

  “Ohhhhh myyyy Godddd,” Jamie said. Her body grew hot as Peter rubbed the base of her neck. A soft touch of wetness graced her pussy, a whisper of heat. A hint of what was to come. She shuddered at the sheer pleasure of it. She was overcome with a need for more.

  Peter was kneading the backs of her legs when Jamie slowly reached back and pulled her nightgown over her hips.

  “It’s time,” she whispered.

  Peter’s hands stopped, and then Jamie felt the soft satin slide further up her ass and bunch at the small of her back. She heard Peter sigh. Then he placed one hand on each of her cheeks and slowly, methodically rubbed her ass. Every outward motion opened her slightly, and as Peter worked Jamie could occasionally hear her own wetness as her pussy lips were pulled apart.

  “Mmmmmmmm,” she moaned. She reached back until she felt Peter’s leg, and then slid her hand up his thigh until she found the thickness at his crotch. He was hard, his cock throbbing under her fingers. She caressed him through his pants, smiling as his hands sped up and his fingers began to graze the extra-sensitive spaces between her cheeks.

  “May I...touch you?” Peter asked softly, stopping with a f
inger resting on her inner thigh and only an inch from her pussy.

  “Yes, please,” Jamie whispered. She kept up her stroking. “I can see why you were selected for the program!” She laughed, tracing a finger around Peter’s shaft and the large mound that must have been his balls swelling against his pants.

  She glanced over her shoulder and saw Peter smiling. He gently spread her thighs apart and ran a finger over her slick folds. Jamie shivered, and then spread her legs more. Peter used two fingers to pet her, from the base of her pussy to the top, every pass doubling her wetness. All the while he kept his other hand slowly moving up and down her back, like a perpetual-motion heating pad. Jamie thought she might come just from Peter’s touch. She was already so wet, and her entire body felt white-hot.

  He never touched her clit directly, which was sheer torture. Jamie had to let loose of Peter’s cock – it was too much effort to think about his member while he was slowly, deliberately, spreading her...enjoying her. He made soft sounds in his throat like he was completely taken with her sex.

  And he was. He leaned forward and kissed all around Jamie’s ass and thighs, inhaling deeply before murmuring, “May I taste you now, Jamie?” in a low voice that seemed to rumble up her spine.

  “Certainly,” she said, “but can I turn over? So I can see you?”

  “Yes, yes,” Peter agreed. “That would be better, wouldn’t it?” He held her at the small of her back as she rolled over, then helped her slide her nightgown over her head. He also stripped off his pants, revealing a pair of boxer briefs that was having trouble containing his considerable package.

  Jamie’s body responded to the sight. Her breasts felt swollen and ripe, finally freed from the small underwire of the nightgown. Her nipples tensed further, stiffly pointing toward the ceiling. Peter took immediate notice, and gently cupped her breasts as he leaned forward to kiss her on each nipple, thrilling Jamie with an electric wetness and devilish tongue. Then he bent forward even more and planted his lips firmly on hers, pausing, holding their heads still as they tasted each other. He slowly worked oil from his hands on to her breasts as they held the kiss, coating her stiff peaks with slick heat. Jamie blinked hard and smiled as Peter pulled away.

  “My goodness, Peter,” she said. “You know how to kiss.”

  He just laughed. “I want to kiss you more,” he said as he climbed on to the bed and knelt between her legs. “Right now.”

  Before Jamie could react, Peter had slipped his hands under her ass and tilted her hips up slightly. He’d put her pussy on a veritable platter, and now he was going to taste her deeply. He began with a light, broad stroke of his tongue. Bottom to the top, a hot feathering sensation over her whole pussy. Jamie arched her head back and raised her hips to Peter’s mouth, holding her breath until she remembered to suck in quick gulps as he continued.

  More slow lapping as Peter moaned slightly into her pussy.

  “This is so good,” he said with his mouth still on her. “You taste amazing, Jamie.”

  Jamie couldn’t string a sentence together. “You,” she said. “Your tongue. So hot. Crazy. Wonderful.” Her hips rotated in tiny circles now, swirling her pussy across Peter’s lips as he began to insert his tongue. He rolled his tongue in tiny waves, each pulse pushing against her clit and setting off a series of tremors deep inside.

  Peter never let loose of her ass. He mouthed her pussy and licked her in circles, broad strokes, plunging explorations, until Jamie lost track of time. Her mind clouded with a haze of sensual pleasure. She watched the top of Peter’s head shift and dive down, and she smiled at him when he came up for air. Eventually, her head felt too heavy. She had to lay back. She had to close her eyes. The warmth overwhelmed her.

  Slowly, ever so slowly, a tide seemed to rise within her center. A huge swell of pure bliss, all directly connected to Peter’s tongue and wherever he placed it. He seemed to sense her heightened state, and he opened his mouth wide and sucked hard on her clit; not directly, but sucking the entire area in to his mouth and pressing his lips down with just the right pressure. Always mouthing, always opening and closing. Jamie tried to count the number of times he slid his tongue deep but lost track after fifteen. She entwined her fingers in his long hair and held on as her thighs began to quiver.

  Then her chest began to spasm. Her breath was ragged and quick. Her hips bucked up once, then again, shoving her pussy against Peter’s face harder and harder. The tide swelled even higher, and then broke free, and Jamie came in a frenzy of grinding hips, half-choking cries, and a flood of tears that she couldn’t keep contained.

  Peter held his mouth to her until she finished. Jamie was amazed to see how wet his face was – his lips, chin, and cheeks gleamed with her juices. He grinned at her and licked his lips, then slowly pulled his hands out from under her.

  “Oh my God,” he said, shaking his head. “That was intense.” He reached up to wipe the tiny trails of tears from her cheeks. “You okay?”

  “Mmm-hmmm,” Jamie said, sighing happily. She raised a hand and pointed a finger at Peter. “You, sir...” She ran out of energy, dropping her hand conveniently on his lap. He was still hard. Still throbbing. He flinched as she squeezed his shaft.

  “Oh,” she said, playfully. “A little issue here? Or should I say, a very big issue.”

  “Ahhhh, yeah,” Peter said ruefully. “They don’t let us, you know...”

  “Jerk it?” Jamie said, giving him a tug. “Like this?” Another tug. Peter groaned.

  “Exactly,” he said. “Fuuuuck.”

  “Maybe I can do something about that,” Jamie said. She sat up and began stroking Peter’s cock in earnest. She couldn’t stop thinking about tasting him.

  “Careful,” he said, suddenly tense. “I’m really, really close. We can’t, y’know, waste any of it.”

  “I know,” Jamie said confidently. “Don’t worry, champ. We’ll get you to the station at just the right time. But first – it’s my turn to taste.”

  “Oh please be careful,” Peter said.

  Jamie planted a hand on his chest and shoved him backward on the bed. “Hush, you,” she said. She crawled over him, making sure to brush her breasts all along his torso, and returned his earlier kiss. This time she held his face and parted his lips, sending a tentative tongue towards his and thrilling at their wet touch.

  They kissed deeply now, mouths working hard against each other, until Jamie reluctantly pulled away. She slid back down until she was face to face with the waistband of his underwear. She hooked a finger underneath and dragged them down enough for his cock to spring free.

  It was huge. And his balls really were swollen and large, too. Jamie’s mouth watered as Peter’s cock twitched up, fully lengthened in two throbs of his pulse. She wrapped her small hand around the base and her fingers didn’t touch; she slid them up and down, working him to statuesque hardness.

  Peter was already breathing fast. The head of his cock swelled and filled with deep red that was turning purple, the skin stretched so tight it shone in the candlelight.

  Jamie rested her breasts right below Peter’s balls, pressing them into his thighs, and bent her head down to place her mouth right on the tip of his member. She paused, blowing steadily through pursed lips.

  Peter’s entire body shook.

  Jamie smiled and opened her just wide enough to take his head in her mouth. It stretched her, touching the insides of her cheeks as she held it steady with her tongue. The sensation was exquisite: his tender, velvety skin wet with her spit, pushing her cheeks out, tickling her inside and prompting her mouth to water even more.

  She felt Peter shaking. His pulse throbbed in a thick vein on the underside of his shaft. She cupped his balls, firm and warm and contracting as he struggled to maintain his poise. Then she descended further, taking more of his cock until the tip pressed against the back of her throat. She eased up, letting her mouth stay slack and her lips slide slowly along the shaft, then descended again. She couldn’t take him complete
ly, but she sure tried. She wedged the wide cockhead deep in her throat, past the spasming spot that made her want to choke, until she reached a point near the base that was simply too wide for her small jaw.

  Jamie held Peter there, buried as far in her throat as humanly possible, until it felt like their pulses were beating at the same rate. Then she sucked hard and retreated before beginning a steady bobbing motion, milking his rigid cock with her tight mouth and throat.

  Peter was groaning constantly now. He sounded panicky. He held Jamie’s head in his hands until the last possible moment. He made a soft squeaking noise, his rippled abs tense and his thighs trembling, and then held her head still.

  “Don’t. Move. Please,” he whispered. “Not an inch.”

  Jamie stifled a giggle and held her mouth around his dick. She was afraid to breathe. She could taste his salty pre-cum, and she wanted to get dirty. She wanted to drink it all down – to consume his load drop by precious drop, tasting every last bit of it. His sweaty musk filled her senses, and the sweet come lurking just below had her spellbound.

  “Okay,” he said, finally past the danger zone. “I think...I think we have to fuck now.”

  “Mmm-hmmmm!” Jamie moaned, mouth still tight on his cock.

  “Jesus!” he said. “You have to stop that!”

  Jamie slid her mouth free and laughed. “I’m sorry,” she said.

  She climbed across Peter, making sure to graze her wet pussy along his stomach, and laid flat on her back, spreading her legs wide and placing a hand over her sex.

  “You want what’s under here?” she said, wiggling her fingers. “Come and get it, big boy.”

  “You don’t have to ask me twice,” Peter said. In a flash he’d ripped his underwear off and was kneeling between her legs, guiding his still-wet cock toward her tight entrance. “Ready?”

  Jamie nodded, her cheeks bright red and her chest heaving. “Do it. Fill me up, Peter. Give me your seed.”

  Peter surprised her. In a moment where he should have plunged forward with reckless abandon, he instead carefully, slowly, lovingly, guided his cock into Jamie. She gasped at his deliberate and delicate insertion. It felt like when she used to pleasure herself and tried to make the initial touches last forever.