by Jamie Knight
Then, it hit me like a ton of bricks: she was a virgin. I don’t know why it had taken me so long to figure it out. But, all of the nervousness and saying that she hadn’t ever been with a man before. It all made sense. That must have been why she had been holding out for so long.
But, I had to know for sure.
“You aren’t a virgin, are you?” I asked her, like I didn’t believe that it could be true. She looked at me nervously, like she was looking for any sign of teasing. She stared at the floor before answering.
“Yes,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.
My heart started beating faster the more excited that I became. I was going to be the man to take her virginity. She was such an incredibly beautiful and smart woman, it was special and I knew that. Even though I was growing more excited by the minute, I told myself that I would take my time.
I led her down the long hallway towards my bedroom. I laid her on my bed and slowly undressed her. Once she lay there, stark naked, her porcelain skin gleaming in the moonlight, I had to tell myself to calm down. My dick was already starting to harden and I wanted to show her how special she was first. Her nipples were pink and perky, hardened from the cool breeze wafting in from the open window. I took her breasts in my hand one at a time, squeezing them gently. I leaned down and kissed each mound, feeling her warm, soft skin pressed against my lips. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, smiling seductively. I laid her back and kissed her from her breast down to her stomach, making a trail down to her center. She jumped as I slowly ran my hand back and forth across her pussy. I gently parted her pussy lips with my finger and found that she was already moist. My dick started to harden at the thought of me being inside of her.
Not yet, I told myself. I leaned down and kissed her clit over and over, feeling her writhe beneath my touch. I was sure she couldn’t take any more teasing, I circled my tongue around her clit. She sucked in air, grabbing my face wit her hands. She moved her hips around and around as I licked and sucked her clit. I darted my tongue in and out of her hole, tasting every drop of her sweet nectar as it coated my tongue. I grabbed her ass, squeezing it as she pumped faster and faster. Her breath came harder and harder until I could feel her clit dancing on my tongue. A hot trail of cum filled my mouth as I sucked, drinking in her powerful orgasm. She tried pushing me away, but I held her firmly in place. Her screams echoed off of the walls as her body spasmed harder and harder. I finally let go, only long enough to take off my clothes, no longer able to contain my own excitement, and got ready for the next round.
Chapter Seven
Anne
I felt like fireworks were coursing up and down my body from the strong orgasm that he had just given me using only his hands and his mouth. If that had been the end of it, I would have walked away satisfied. When my body had finally calmed down a little, I looked up to find him naked and hovering over me. There was more?
I couldn’t believe that this older, experienced doctor was going to be the one to take my virginity. But, he had already proven that he knew exactly what he was doing, so I was ready. He kissed me hard and guided his dick against my pussy, rubbing it around my soaking wet clit. I was already so slippery and wet. He slowly pushed his dick inside of me, slowly filling me up and stretching me with every long, hard inch of him. I tensed, feeling my pussy walls throb with both pleasure and pain. He moaned, digging his dick in as deep as it would go. He pushed his dick in and out of me, slowly at first, taking long, deep strokes. He caressed my breast and void with my nipples while he kept a steady rhythm, going in and out of my pussy that was tightening its grip around his hard dick. He stroked faster and faster, plunging so deep inside of me, I dug my nails into his arm to try to brace myself. I could feel a slow, dough burn building up in my pussy as he pushed himself with all of his might, smacking his body into mine. I opened up wider for him, as wide as I could. He was thoroughly enjoying himself and so was I. He reached down and grabbed a handful of my hair before he realized it. His eyes snapped open and he looked down at me, shocked and embarrassed.
“No, please,” I begged. “I want more. Don’t stop. I love it.”
And with that, he took off, pulling my hair and pounding my pussy like there was no tomorrow. He let out a yell when he came, long and hard, pulsing deep inside of my pussy. He collapsed in a heap on top of me, struggling to catch his breath.
We laid there holding each other, in awe of the amazing seen that had just taken place. We fell asleep in each other's arms.
I woke up to the sound of birds chirping and sunlight filtering in through the window.
It was morning and I was supposed to open the doors to the practice since I had been the one to lock up and had the keys.
“Oh no!” I said, springing out of bed, hoping that it wasn’t too late.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, sleepily. “What time is it?”
“I’m not really sure, but I know that it’s morning and I’m probably going to be late for work and make everyone else late, too.”
That got his attention. He popped up out of bed.
“I’ve got to get to work myself,” he said, grabbing a handful of clothes and rushing towards the bathroom. “My limo driver can take you home or work or wherever you need to go. I’ll call you. I promise.”
He paused, ran over to where I stood, planted a kiss directly on my forehead, and then ran out of the room, swinging his tight ass behind him as he went.
Chapter Eight
Ted
I could still smell her scent on me even days later. Or at least that’s what I thought as I sat in my office thinking about her. Her scent, her skin, her hair gripped in my hands made me remember what it had been like to be with her. And it made me crave her all over again.
At the very least, it made me want to talk to her again to see how she was doing. I had been so caught up in work and trying to get the practice caught up since we had just gotten an influx of new patients that I hadn’t had time to call her yet as promised. I didn’t want any more time to go by before I heard her voice. And the way that the date had gone, I couldn’t wait to see how another date would go. I was definitely asking her out again and I was pretty positive that she would want to go. The way that she was all but in awe the night of the date was refreshing. Many of the girls that he dated seemed unthrilled and unphased by some of the efforts that he would go through to impress them on dates. She had taken one girl to the circus and had even gotten her back stage to meet some of the performer and she had yawned and remarked about how bored they were. That was why I felt the need to go through such great lengths to impress Anne.
But, something told me that Anne wouldn’t have needed it. Even though she had been impressed, she seemed appreciative enough that even a stroll in the park would have been more than enough. With her, I could tell that it was the thought that counted.
The chance to flaunt my money, though, was always exciting.
I looked through my cell phone for her number and remembered that I had gotten her number from the patient’s records in the computer database and used the office phone, so I didn’t have her number. And since I was sitting in the break room without access to patient records, I wouldn’t be able to pull it up right away. Thank goodness for modern technology. I would just look her number up on Google and call her that way. I had thought about just calling over and asking Sheila, the receptionist to look up her number, making some excuse as to why I would need to call her, but I didn’t want to risk raising suspicion. If anyone even became even the least suspicious about what I was doing, I could lose my job. Really, I could lose my entire practice. And as much as I liked Anne, it just wasn’t worth losing everything for the sake of a date that I wasn’t even sure would go anywhere, as much fun as it had been.
I found her number, but didn’t get an answer. It went straight to voicemail after ringing a few times. I left a message and hung up. I figured that I could wait for her to call me back. In the message, I told her that I’d had lo
ts of fun on our date and that I would love to see her again. All of it was true.
“Ted,” came a snarky, nasally comment from the other side of the room. It was Dr. Thomas, one of the other doctors in the practice. I clutched my chest, surprised by his comment that seemed to come out of nowhere.
“Jim, hi,” I said, my heart racing. “I didn’t even notice that you were sitting there. You should warn someone next time.”
“What? And miss the chance to scare you half to death? Never.” He laughed loudly.
“How long have you been sitting here,” I asked, looking around to see if anyone else had heard my conversation.
“Long enough,” he said, shortly. “What has you all doe eyed and cheery today? You look like you’re up to no good.”
My heart sank to the bottom of my shoes. Did he hear my conversation? Was there any way that he could figure out that it was Anne, a patient? I decided to lie in case he didn’t know.
“Oh, you know me,” I said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. “I’m always just so happy and eager to help out our patients. As you know, we are a lot of these patient’s first and last chance at having a family. Being a single guy myself, I know what it’s like to want children and not have them for many reasons. I’m smiling because I kind of feel like a superhero when I’m helping my patients. That’s all.”
Jim eyed me suspiciously. Jim and I had known each other from medical school. It seemed like he had always had some sort of rivalry with me and I really didn’t care for him much myself. But, he was very good at what he does and he came highly recommended, so I put my personal views about him to the side and had decided to work with him.
Now, I was starting to wonder if I had made the right decision.
“You’re lying,” he said, pointing a finger at me. “Your giddiness like a schoolgirl has nothing to do with our practice.”
I almost laughed when he called it ours because he often made it a point to tell people that he only worked for the “my” practice and that it wasn’t his responsibility.
llllllllllllllllllllllllllll“What am I lying about?” I asked, trying to sound as calm as possible.
“I think that you’re lying about being happy because of this practice. I don’t think that you smiling and skipping around here has anything to do with the practice at all. I think that you are happy about the date that you went on last night.”
I froze. Jim smiled, seeing the color drain from my face. He knew.
“Yeah, I bet you thought that nobody would find out about it. But, I did.”
I kicked myself for not being more careful. I guess I did leave myself open for this, having the date in a completely public place where anyone could have seen us. Knowing Jim, he was probably hiding in the bushes somewhere following me. But, I wasn’t about to give myself away.
“Who told you about my date?” I asked, starting to get nervous.
“Who needs to tell anyone anything? When I showed up at the restaurant for the reservations that I had made weeks ago and I find out that the restaurant has been reserved for a special event, it was obvious. Everyone knows what your oversized limo looks like and it was parked right in front of the restaurant. I tried to come in anyway, but you must have paid your gang of thugs well to keep me away. Any way, your secret is out. But, I have a question. What makes you so high and mighty that you think that you can cancel other people’s dinner reservations? You aren’t the only one in town who likes to eat there, you know.”
I decided to just start apologizing, hoping that things wouldn’t go further. I still wasn’t sure how much he knew about the date, but I really didn’t want to risk him reporting me to the ethics board out of spite because he couldn’t have his favorite pasta.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “That was very selfish of me. It won’t happen again. I hope that you can forgive me and we can put this behind us.”
I waited silently for his answer.
“If you do it again, I’ll surely find some way to report you,” he said gruffly, walking away in a huff.
His words scared me. And I believed him. If there was some way for Jim to get me in trouble, I knew that he would. All it would take is a little sniffing around and, if he found out that my date had been with a patient, that would be all that he would need to have me reported, have my license taken away, and even have my practice shut down. Jim didn’t care enough about our other patients or doctors to think about anything. If he had the chance to put a nail in my coffin, he would.
I knew that I had to do something. Fast.
I walked back to the front desk and talked to Sheila.
“Hey, Sheila,” I said, as casually as possible. “I’m a little swamped with all of the new patients coming in. Is there a way that I can get you to pull up my roster and have a few patients moved over to Amy’s roster?”
“Sure,” she said, typing into the computer. “Any patients in particular or just random ones?”
“Actually, yes, if you could move Anne White, Polly Sims, and Rebecca Jones, that would be great.”
I just pulled some other names out of thin air so that it wouldn’t seem so suspicious. It seemed to work. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for me to have Amy, another doctor, help me with my workload. It’s pretty common practice. And with all of the new patients that we just picked up, it wouldn’t look suspicious. Or at least that was what I had hoped.
This way, if it ever came out that I had taken Anne on a date, at least I could truthfully say that it wasn’t with one of my current patients.
Chapter Nine
Anne
Listening to my friend and colleague, Judy, go on and on about how amazingly her date went made me angry, not because I didn’t want her to have a good date, but because days had gone by I and I still hadn’t heard from Ted.
“ I really think this guy might be the one,” said Judy. “ he has everything that I’m looking for and he’s just so incredibly sweet.”
Everyone in the office hang on to every word as she told her
Everyone except me.
“Men are pigs,” I said, almost spitting my words as I spoke.
“Whoa, what’s got your panties in a bunch?” asked Judy.
“I went out with this guy, a doctor, the other night, and he promised me that he would call me. Now, here we are a few days later and still no call. Don’t be stupid and fall for a live from a guy like I did. I should have known that he was too good to be true. Carriage rides in shutting down restaurants. Ha. I’m telling you, Judy. Don’t get your hopes up too high because these guys will make you think that they are perfect and will be lying the whole time. Just don’t trust them.”
The room went silent and everyone seemed to scatter after my last comment. Judy came over and pulled up a chair next to my desk that was scattered with briefs. I had been trying to keep myself busy with work so that I could distract my mind from the deep disappointment that I felt at being lied to and used.
“You know, this might be a completely stupid question, but have you tried calling him?” asked Judy.
“Calling him?!” I asked, shocked by the question. “Calling him and saying what? ‘Why did you lie and say that you were going to call me?’ What am I calling him for? That just seems really unladylike and needy.”
“Oh, stop it,” said Judy, waving a hand in my direction. “It’s not the 1950s, you know. In our day and age, it’s totally fine for the woman to make the first move.”
I thought that she was crazy. After making such a huge gesture and considering the fact that I had lost my virginity to him, calling him wouldn't be making the first move.
But, it was time to make a follow-up appointment at the clinic and that would be a good excuse to see him. I could ask him then why he hadn’t called me. I wondered if it would be better to wait before or after the fertilization attempt to give him the third degree.
“I’ll call him,” I told Judy.
It took me a few more minutes to finally work up enough nerve t
o call the clinic. When I did, I was shocked to learn that I had been transferred to another doctor.
“Are you sure?” I asked the receptionist.
“Yes, ma’am,” she said. “But, don’t you worry; Dr. Amy Renfro is more than capable of helping you out. She’s an excellent doctor as well. They all are.”
“Okay. But, I have a question. Maybe you don’t know the answer to it. But, do you know why I’ve been transferred to another doctor?”
“Overflow,” was the only answer I got. I thanked her and quickly hung up the phone.
“And like I said,” I said, turning back to address Judy. “ guys are nothing but liars and we’ll go through great lengths to tell lies.”
Judy hung her head and stared at the floor.
“I am so sorry for helping you get your hopes up about this guy,” she said. “From what you said, it seemed like he was really into you.”
“Yeah, I thought that he was, too,” I said. “But, it seems like it was all just my imagination.”
Judy came over to where I sat on my side of the desk and gave me a hard squeeze, looking at me with the saddest eyes I had ever seen. I didn’t want her to pity me, but I knew that was what she was feeling. I pitied myself. I knew there was good reason why I never wanted to open myself up to date someone and I kicked myself for breaking my own Unwritten rule. Because I knew that, with my bad luck, it would always end up being tragic for me.
I told myself to snap out of it. I picked up one of the briefs from my desk and tried to focus on it. It was a case about divorce. Just my luck, I thought. As I tried reading the words, they started swimming before my eyes. I had to push the brief away before it got ruined by tears falling on the pages.
I couldn’t believe that I was actually crying over this guy. It had only been one day. Yes, it had been the date of my dreams. But, this should have been a sign that no matter how great the guy seemed, it would always end in tragedy and I should just stay focused on my career.
