by Jamie Knight
She giggled.
It wasn’t exactly the response that I had expected.
“Everything okay?” I asked, thinking that maybe I had tickled her as I had freed my hand to unlock and open the front door.
“Um, yeah,” she said, starting to look around nervously. “I, uh, just have never done anything like this before.”
“You mean come home on the first date with a handsome stranger?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood.
“Well, yeah, that, too…” she said, starting to fidget even more.
She was moving so much that she was starting to make my arms tired, so I put her down.
What could it be that is bothering her so much?
I wracked my brain, trying to think of what it could have been. I didn’t think that she was a prude. If that were the case, she never would have gone out on a date with me, especially after our encounter in my office.
Then, it hit me like a ton of bricks: she was a virgin. I didn’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 suddenly 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 breasts 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 wet. My cock started to harden even more 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, but nevertheless, I circled my tongue around her clit.
She sucked in air, grabbing my face with her hands.
She moved her hips around and around as I licked and sucked her clit.
“Ted,” she gasped, moaning.
I darted my tongue in and out of her hole, tasting every drop of her sweet nectar as it coated my tongue.
Then 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, electrified and excited.
A hot trail of her 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 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 Eight - Anne
I felt like fireworks were coursing up and down my body from the strong orgasm that Ted 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 cock inside me, gently 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.
“You okay?” he asked me, in a concerned voice.
“Yes,” I told him, as the pleasure began to outweigh the pain.
I loved how he was stretching out my pussy and starting to fill me all the way up. His huge cock felt so good and snug inside me.
“Okay, good, because this feels fucking amazing,” he said.
He moaned, digging his dick in as deep as it would go. He pushed his cock in and out of me, slowly at first, taking long, deep strokes. He caressed my breasts and played 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, dull 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. I came over and over as he thrust inside me. I loved watching his muscled chest and strong, defined abs as he fucked me for my very first time.
Finally, I felt his cock throbbing and knew he was close. Sure enough, he let out a groan as 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 lay there holding each other, in awe of the amazing feeling that had just taken place between us. 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 last one out. That involved locking up the office and so now I 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 to 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 Nine - 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, the memory of 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 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 from 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 felt pretty positive that she would want to go. The way that she was all but in awe the night of the date was obvious.
I couldn’t help but feel as if I was back in high school, impressing the prettiest girl in the class. The fact that she seemed to want to be with me just as much was making my heart pound with excitement. I was glad I had gone to such great lengths to give her a good date.
But something told me that Anne wouldn’t have needed me to go to such over the top measures. 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 it in my cell phone. 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, though. I would just Google her number and call her that way.
I thought about just calling over to the front desk and asking Sheila, the receptionist, to look up Anne’s number in the patient database, 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 curious about what I was doing and decided to look into it more, I could lose my job for sleeping with a patient.
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, and as much as I sure was hoping it would go further.
Just the fact that I was doing this showed me how much I liked her. I was risking everything to see her again.
I found her number online but didn’t get an answer when I called her. 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. I didn’t want to seem too clingy or stalker-ish.
In the message, I told her that I’d had lots 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 presence 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 overheard 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.
Had he heard my conversation?
Was there any way that he could figure out that the person I had been calling was Anne, a patient?
Of course, I didn’t see how he could easily know who I had been trying to get a hold of. But I decided to lie about the purpose of my call, just in case.
“Oh, you know me,” I said, attempting 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. He 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 did and he came highly recommended, so I had 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 that rivals the level of a schoolgirl’s 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.
“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.
It was as if he somehow 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?” he asked me right back.
I just looked at him, blank faced, seriously wondering what he meant, until he continued.
“When I showed up at the restaurant for the reservation that I had made weeks ago and I find out that the restaurant has been reserved for a special event, it was obvious,” he finally said.
Shit.
“Everyone knows what your oversized limo looks like and it was parked right in front of the restaurant,” Jim continued. “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 peoples’ 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, and it didn’t seem as if he knew it was with a patient or I was certain he wouldn’t hesitate to dangle that information above my head, as well, 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 that 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. “Doctors should care about other peoples’ time and feelings; we shouldn’t be heartless assholes.”
His words scared me. And I believed him about the reporting threat. If there was some way for Jim to get me in trouble, I knew that he would figure out how.
All it would take was 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 our new patients coming in after the Brooklyn Fertility Clinic closed down and started referring them to us. 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 McAllister, Polly Sims, and Rebecca Jones, that would be great. They’re not high risk patients.”
I just pulled some other names out of thin air so that it wouldn’t seem so suspicious, and I correctly stated that those didn’t have urgent issues. All of them were trying to get pregnant for their first time and didn’t have a history of negative outcomes.
It seemed to work. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for me to have Amy, another doctor, help me with my workload, especially with the easier patients who didn’t require my expertise, since Amy was newer and worked under me.
It was a 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 Ten - Anne
Listening to Judy go on and on about how amazingly her date had gone made me angry, not because I didn’t want her to have a good date, but because days had gone by and I still hadn’t heard from Ted. I felt happy for her, but sad – even enraged – for myself.
“I really think this guy might be the one,” Judy droned on. “He has everything that I’m looking for and he’s just so incredibly sweet.”
Everyone in the office was hanging on to every word as she told her story about what happened on the date.
Everyone except me.
Sure, I did listen to how he had brought flowers and opened the door for her and took her to a place that had sushi because she had listed it as one of her favorite foods on her Match.com profile. (Oh, how I hated Match.com and how glad I was to have sworn it off forever ages ago – I would never be going back there!)
