1 comments/ 12761 views/ 2 favorites The New Patient By: Sare "I've got an interesting new patient for you, Dan," his supervisor's voice said. "I think you will find her very... challenging." Dan hung up the phone and waited for the file to arrive. Turning his chair, he surveyed the office. The walls were painted a warm cream colour. Wooden bookshelves filled two walls from floor to ceiling, still only partially full, with boxes full of books cluttering much of the floor space. There was a long low couch on the wall opposite the window, and in between stood his desk, with his chair on one side and two quite uncomfortable-looking chairs on the other. The desk was large and made of very sturdy wood, and it held, among other things, his laptop computer, the telephone, and a small lamp. Still waiting for the electronic blip that meant the file had arrived, he turned again and looked out the window. He watched a gardener tending a flowerbed. The hospital's grounds were extensive, and he had a good view from here. He saw a small group of male patients, accompanied by several nurses, wandering down near the orchard. Watching the men reaching up to touch the blossoms on the trees, Dan allowed his mind to wander. He had accepted this position at the hospital only a month ago, and had only been in his office for a week. He had already begun seeing patients, and so far he was enjoying this job. It seemed to be everything he had hoped for when he decided to go into the mental health profession. Suddenly the computer beeped and he immediately opened the email. The file size was larger than he expected but he saved and then printed the document, patiently waiting as page after page spewed from the printer. He collected them all into a neat pile and began to read. The patient in question was a twenty-one year old female called Claudia. The record started when at the age of four she was dropped off at a Catholic convent and orphanage. She was set on the steps of the church and the bell was rung, and when the nuns found her there she was clutching a small piece of paper containing her mother's last message to her: "I hereby terminate my parental rights..." Dan looked at the clock and saw that he had only fifteen minutes until she would be arriving to see him. He skimmed the file quickly. Throughout her childhood and adolescence Claudia was variously extremely well behaved and extremely unpredictable. She was sweet and polite and helpful, but also terribly vindictive and, on occasion, violent. From her early teens, she suffered from bouts of depression. At sixteen she had tried to hang herself. That same year she stabbed a male teacher whom she said had been harassing her. The same teacher's house later burnt down due to unknown causes. At seventeen she had cut her wrists. At eighteen she had been admitted to her first mental hospital after setting fire to a shed in the convent and seriously injuring three children who were playing in it at the time. She had spent two years in that hospital during which she was alternately catatonic and psychotic. Shortly before her twenty-first birthday, Claudia seemed to be coming around. She attended regular therapy sessions and spoke openly with her psychiatrist. The doctors talked of possibly letting her return to the convent so that she might take her vows, which she said she was hoping to do. Claudia asked for and received permission to wear a nun's habit and this she did all the time, wearing it even to bed. A progress meeting was held where her psychiatrist decided that although she was making progress, she was not ready for life outside of the hospital. Claudia was summoned and greeted this news with equanimity. She said nothing and allowed herself to be led back to her room. Late that night Claudia had somehow managed to bypass several security measures and had gained access to her psychiatrist's office. She had located and presumably read her own file, then used it to set fire to his couch, desk, computer, and bookshelves. She had locked the door and sat waiting for the fire to consume her. Fortunately the firemen had found her, unburned but suffering from smoke inhalation. She had been transferred to a regular hospital for several weeks and had then been brought to this institution, where she had spent the last three weeks in solitary confinement after hurling her lunch tray at a nurse and threatening another patient with a fork. The file said that Claudia dressed only in her nun's habit and refused to take it off; that she was refusing most of her meals and would not speak to anyone. Dan looked up from the file and stared into space, wondering what so troubled this girl. He wondered where all her rage was coming from. He especially wondered whether he would be able to get through to her or whether he would arrive one morning to find his office in ashes. Suddenly there was a tap at the door. He recognized the nurse's measured knock. He hurriedly tucked the file into a drawer and walked around his desk, leaning back against it and hoping he looked approachable. "Come in." The nurse opened the door and stepped inside, seeming to tug on the arm of the person she was leading. Though he had just read about the black and white nun's habit he was unprepared for the sight of her struggling through the door, her hair tangled and hanging limply over her face, her hands clawing at the nurse's hand on her arm. Finally the girl was standing in his office and the nurse was escaping through the door, which she closed firmly behind her. Dan stood looking at the girl, who ignored him completely and stared out the window. Dan swallowed hard. The girl's face, hidden behind her hair, looked faintly bruised, and her eyes were circled with shadows. He cleared his throat. "You must be Claudia." She didn't so much as blink in response. She ignored him and walked over to the window, standing motionless in front of it. He came up beside her and tried to see where she was looking, but her hair was in the way. Not wanting to touch her or startle her, he backed up a few paces and started talking to her. Random comments about the weather, the gardens, the apple orchard, the hospital. He talked steadily for the entire 45-minute session standing three feet away from Claudia but not looking at her, and when the nurse came to the door and tapped, he was surprised at how quickly the time had gone. He looked at Claudia and found her still standing looking through the window. She had not moved in that entire time. As the nurse took her arm and led her away, he noticed that she wasn't struggling now – just being led. Over the next week Dan tried to remember everything he had said to Claudia while she was in his office – said at her, really – but he wasn't sure. He wondered what he would say to her at her next session, though it seemed to be a moot point – she was back to assaulting the nurses and was repeatedly being put back into solitary, which meant she was not turning up for her appointments. By the following Wednesday, Dan decided that Claudia's behaviour was directly related to not wanting to visit his office – that she was assaulting the nurses specifically to be denied the "privilege" of her psychiatrist appointments. He spoke with her physician and they decided to have her brought in for her appointments from solitary and then returned to that room afterward. Perhaps after a few days she would get the hint. ****************************** On Thursday morning Dan sat looking around his office. Everything was put away now, and he had had the couch replaced. The cleaners had been in the night before and everything sparkled. He sat behind his desk and waited. At precisely eleven o'clock he heard heavy footsteps in the hallway. Claudia's abuse of the nurses meant that she was being escorted by one of the burly ward aides instead. Dan went to the door and opened it, where he found the aide standing in the hallway holding Claudia in his arms. She was completely limp, a deadweight. Dan held the door open and stood aside, and the aide brought her in and deposited her on the couch. "I'll be back to collect her at 11:45," he rumbled, then left, closing the door behind him. Dan looked at Claudia where she lay on the couch. Her habit was dirty, fraying at the edges, and covered her completely from head to toe. She must have moved while Dan was seeing the aide out, because even the bottoms of her bare feet were now tucked under the robe. She lay silent and still, her hair concealing her face. Dan went to the desk and brought one of the chairs over beside the couch, then sat on it. "Well, Claudia, how are you feeling today?" he asked, and waited for a response. After ten minutes she hadn't moved or spoken. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, he noticed, but she was barely even blinking. He wondered what to do. Finally he started talking. He told her about his wife and their sons, about the job he'd had prior to this one, about some of the trips he had taken. She lay motionless on the sofa and was completely ignoring him. Again. He wondered if she was even listening to what he was saying. At eleven forty-five the aide appeared, and Dan let him in. The aide spent a few moments trying to persuade Claudia to stand and walk with him, then reached under her armpits and pulled her into a standing position. Claudia was limp as a rag doll under his hands and refused to take her weight onto her feet. Finally Dan nodded and the aide scooped her up into his arms, grunting slightly, and turned to carry her out into the hall. Though he tried not to notice, Dan realised that Claudia's robe had gotten hoisted up when she was being lifted, and her ankles, calves, knees, and the lower part of her thighs were visible. He drew in a sudden, sharp breath. Staring at her legs, he almost didn't notice that her head had lifted slightly and she was looking at him, an unreadable expression on her face. He cleared his throat and spoke briefly to the aide, who held Claudia with one hand and used the other to tug her clothing down so that she was not so exposed. The aide headed off down the hallway, and Dan stood in his doorway watching. Claudia had once again gone limp. Dan turned back into his office and sat behind the desk, trying to compose himself before his next patient arrived. Desperately he fought his arousal. He'd seen girls' legs before. And she was a patient. He tried to think of non-erotic things, hoping his erection would fade before his next appointment. He wondered what he was going to do when she came in tomorrow. She knew what had happened, he knew she did. She heard his gasp of surprise, and when she looked at him she knew exactly what he was thinking. ****************************** The next morning, Dan sat nervously in his office. The fifteen minutes between the last patient's departure and Claudia's arrival seemed to go far too quickly. He tried desperately to compose himself, to keep himself calm. Overnight he had convinced himself that Claudia hadn't noticed his erection, and there was no way she could have known his thoughts. He was not going to look at her legs, it had been an accident and would not happen again. He took several deep breaths. Hearing the aide's footsteps in the hall, Dan got up and went to open the door. Expecting the same sight as yesterday, of the aide carrying Claudia's limp form, he was shocked when the door opened to reveal the aide walking along the hallway holding just the arm of a stunningly pretty young woman. Convinced that he'd got the appointment time wrong and this was another patient, Dan started to speak to the aide, but before he could ask who the girl was, the aide spoke. "Amazing transformation in little Claudia here, isn't it?" Dan's eyes flew to the girl's face. She was smiling, but her eyes were vacant. Dan, shocked, could only nod. "Well, Miss, I'll be back to collect you in three quarters of an hour. You be nice to the Doctor, now." Claudia said nothing, but walked past Dan and into his office. Dan nodded to the aide and followed her in, closing the door behind him. He studied her while her back was turned. She wore a black short-sleeved sweater, and a dark denim skirt that ended just below her knees. Her long legs were bare, and she wore purple thong sandals, which she kicked off as she sat down on the couch, crossing her legs demurely at the knee. He glanced quickly at her chest, saw that the sweater was cut low over her luscious breasts, and looked away quickly. He went over to one of the chairs by his desk, turned it around and sat down facing her. "Hello, Claudia. How are you feeling today?" "Hello." Her voice was flat and expressionless. "I'm glad you've decided to talk to me today. I don't know what I could have talked about to fill up another hour." "Well, Doc," she said, and there was expression in her voice now, barely concealed contempt, "maybe you could've talked about how all you've been thinking about since yesterday is how you want to fuck me." Dan felt his face redden and his heart began thumping hard in his chest. He was shocked by her choice of words and even more so by the truth of those words. He stared at her, unsure what to say. "Awww, Doc, have I made you uncomfortable? I saw you looking at me. I see you looking at me. You can hardly restrain yourself from throwing me down on the couch and pulling up my skirt and burying your face in my panties." Her voice was low, soft, almost purring the words as he fought against the images she was conjuring in his mind. He wondered what her panties would be like. Would they be moist? What did she taste like? NO! He fought for control of his thoughts. He felt his blood thundering through his veins, felt his cock straining against his boxers. "What's the matter, Doc, cat got your tongue?" She laughed, and the sound made him shiver. There was no warmth in her laugh, just pure malice. "Claudia, I think... I think this is a highly inappropriate conversation." He swallowed hard and took a deep breath. "I don't, I think it is a highly relevant conversation. Look at you, reduced to a quivering throbbing wreck." His cock throbbed in his pants at her words, as though reacting to her suggestion. How was she doing this to him? he wondered. "Oh, poor Doc, you just don't know what to do, do you? You just want to go and lock the door and come and lie on top of me, don't you?" Dan was halfway from the chair to the door before he realised it. He stood hesitating, fighting with himself. He tried to ignore the insistent throbbing of his erection. He fought against the voice in his mind telling him to lock the door, telling him he could have her now and no one would ever know, no one would ever find out, he could have her, he could take her, he could taste her sweet little virgin pussy and nobody would ever, ever know. NO! He knew that was ridiculous. She was obviously talking now, she would tell someone, of course people would find out. She was a patient and he was her doctor. This couldn't happen. No. He turned back to her, his face stern. "Claudia," he began, "Why don't you tell me what's changed in the last 24 hours? You're hardly the same girl who laid on that sofa yesterday." "No, I'm the girl who's lying on the sofa today." She stretched out, one bare foot still resting on the floor and the other on the couch, her thighs spread slightly, and his eyes followed her leg up to where it disappeared beneath her skirt. Her sweater was snug around her breasts, and her skin looked soft and creamy. He longed to press his face into her cleavage. He became aware that he was once again staring at her and not speaking. He also noticed, with some panic, that his right hand was slowly caressing his cock through his pants. He jerked his hand away, his heart pounding. What was happening to him? He felt like he wasn't even in control of himself. "Aww, come on, Doc... you know you want to. You're just dying to lock the door and come over here and taste my smooth skin. You can hardly bear your longing for my hot.. wet.. achingly tight.. little.. pussy." Each word left her lips and caused his cock to jerk against his hand. Dan's shock was fading with every word she spoke, and his will was fading, too. He wanted her, oh how he wanted her. He imagined her pussy, never touched by another man, soft and wet and dripping for him. He imagined planting his mouth on it, tugging at her little clit with his teeth, making her scream out again and again as he brought her to orgasm after orgasm. He could almost taste her already. NO! But his hand was already on the lock on the door. He turned it. He looked back at her and she had drawn her skirt up over her thighs. Her soft creamy thighs were right in front of his eyes and he couldn't look away, he couldn't look at anything else, he couldn't think, he couldn't breathe. All he could feel was the pounding of his heart and the throbbing of his cock and the moisture in his mouth that craved her, needed her, had to have her. Dan's legs felt like they were made of lead as he approached the couch. She cooed encouragement. "Yesss, Doc, you want me so bad you can't stand it, can you? You want to eat my little pussy, you want to stuff your tongue inside me, you want to make me flood your mouth with my sweet cum, don't you?" He nodded, his mouth dry now, too dry to talk, too dry to swallow, he needed water, he needed moisture... he knelt on the floor beside the couch. He felt her hand on the back of his head, tugging him closer, tugging him towards her pussy, and now he could smell her, he could see that her panties were damp and he could smell the wetness escaping from her pussy. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, smelling her, inhaling the soft musky scent, unable to resist or think at all. He had to have her. He pushed his nose against the fabric of her panties. He heard dimly her soft moan of approval as he pushed harder, the material giving way beneath the pressure and allowing him to feel the outline of her pussy against his lips. He opened his mouth slightly, his tongue slipping between his lips and dragging across the material. He could taste her already and his body screamed out its desire for more. Using his hands he impatiently tugged her panties out of the way and buried his mouth in her pussy. He heard her moaning, gasping, felt her hips pushing up against him but he ignored it all, ignored everything but the taste of her as he dove his tongue deeper and deeper between her pussy lips. Dan pushed his tongue almost roughly between her lips and dragged it over her clit. Moving down he forced his tongue deeper, deeper, finding her wetness and licking, sucking, burrowing feverishly deeper, desperate to taste more, more, drinking her in. He felt her shudder, heard her shriek as she came, but all he cared about was the flood of her sweet pussy juices in his mouth. He lapped at her pussy, pushed his tongue inside her, swirled his tongue over her clit, sucking, licking, drowning in her. Both his hands were cupping her ass now, holding her to his mouth, and his cock throbbed untouched in his pants, he could feel his briefs becoming soaked with his precum as he ate her pussy like a man possessed. She thrashed and moaned and he ignored her, just forcing her to cum over and over so that he could have more and more of her juices. Finally his cock gave a mighty lurch in his pants and suddenly he was cumming, without ever touching his cock. He felt spurt after spurt of cum leaving his cock, he was moaning into her pussy and his entire body was trembling as the world momentarily stopped. ****************************** Suddenly Dan felt like he was waking from a dream. Lifting his mouth from her dripping pussy, he looked around, confused. He felt the wetness in his pants and looked down at her, unable to remember what set of circumstances had landed him here, smeared with her juices and cupping her ass in his hands. He looked at her face, flushed and glowing with pleasure and something else, he didn't know what, he didn't know her at all and couldn't tell what she was thinking. The New Patient He backed slowly away from her, frantically trying to remember: what happened?? His thoughts chased each other through his mind: he'd be fired. Worse than that – he would be arrested, his wife would leave him, his life would be over! What had he done? And this poor girl, this poor little girl, what he done to her? He needed to see if she was okay. Taking a deep breath, he turned back round to face her. She lay quite still on the sofa. She had tugged her clothes back into place and was lying still, her eyes on him. Dan swallowed hard, then took another deep breath. "Claudia?" She smiled a slow, lazy smile, "Yes, Doc?" "Claudia, what just happened... uh..." "Aww, are you scared, Doc? Don't worry, I'm not going to tell on you." "Tell on me? You're not? Claudia, what just happened?" She laughed maliciously. "Oh, nothing. Don't worry about it. I'll see you for my appointment tomorrow." She stood up and put her shoes on, and as he stood, speechless, staring at her, he heard the ward aide's footsteps in the hallway. Claudia walked to the door and turned and waved at him, wiggling her fingers and with no expression on her face. Then she opened the door and he heard the two sets of footsteps heading down the hall. Dan collapsed into the chair behind his desk. Fervently he hoped that he had been dreaming, the most amazing dream of his life, surely, but please let it be a dream. He looked down at the large wet spot on the front of his tan trousers. Shit. What was he going to do? The New Patients "Well, if you'll have a seat Mr. Wilson," said the cute young nurse seated at the front desk. "It should be only a few minutes until the Doctor can see you." She gave me a clinical, polite smile and turned back to her work on a stack of files in front of her. I took a seat in the waiting room and opened up my newspaper to help pass the time. I had finished the front page when in came a young woman. Her face was flushed and she was out of breath. "Sorry I'm late," she said scribbling her name on the register. "Did you bring your referral slip from Dr. Kowalski?" the nurse asked her after checking her name against the list of appointments. "Yes, I have it in here somewhere," she said, opening and rummaging through her purse. "Here it is!" "Okay then, please have a seat. The Doctor will be right with you." As the nurse went back to her work, the young woman grabbed her purse, gave a quick look around the waiting room, and then sat in the chair farthest away from me. It was hard not to check her out. She was a tall slender blond woman with light green eyes and pale skin. Looking closer, I noticed that she wasn't perhaps as young as first glance told me, maybe in her early thirties. She probably wasn't a natural blond either, but when did that matter? She was a very pretty woman, with a nice healthy complexion and high round cheekbones. She had an interesting look to her face: her eyes looked sort of crossed, not at all in a goofy way, and she had a slight overbite. Her light pink lips curled into a polite little smile when she noticed I was checking her out. I nodded and looked back to my newspaper. She pulled out her cell phone and made a call. From the sound of it, she was talking to her husband or roommate about the appointment. Although I wasn't trying to eavesdrop, her voice carried across the small waiting room as if she were seated next to me and I could hear everything she said. "Hi, it's me. Yeah. I hope it won't take too long. It's just a referral. I don't think they'll really do anything. No, I don't know when. Well, don't wait for me. Yeah, go ahead and have dinner. I'll stop and eat on the way home. Okay. See you whenever. Bye." As she put her phone away, I caught sight of a bright sparkle from her ring finger. Probably her husband, I thought. What a lucky guy. She was wearing a gray and black striped sweater under a black woolen jacket and slacks outfit that was loose enough to hide her figure. But when she took a deep breath in, her breasts pushed out against the sweater and her jacket opened a little, showing off a nice pair of rounded curves. I realized that I was staring because she shot over that polite smile again and tugged her jacket closed. I tried to smile warmly before burying my head back in the newspaper. I'm sorry but I couldn't help it. She was so pretty and I don't work in an industry that affords me the opportunity to meet a lot of pretty women. I'm not much for either the smoky bar scene or the church singles scene. About the best luck I had had lately was to hang around the new bookstore in town, the one with the coffee bar that doesn't mind if you sit there all night reading so long as you keep buying the cappuccino. This one was different. I couldn't take my eyes off of her and caught myself shifting in the chair and lowering the paper just enough to sneak a peek at this lovely woman as she crossed and re-crossed her long legs. Her low-heeled shoe dangled as she tapped her foot; even her ankles had a wonderful shape. She drummed her long slender fingers on her purse impatiently, letting out another sigh. Her light green eyes were mesmerizing. When she looked over at me again, I smiled and nodded and tried to look back more thoughtfully than leeringly. For a moment, our eyes caught and her mouth opened as if she was going to say something. Just then, the medical assistant came out and said something to the nurse at the front desk. "Miss Newman?" she called out. "Can you follow me?" The pretty woman got up and quickly left the waiting room. I tried to show her my best smile, but realized that it was futile since I would never see this incredible beauty again. I drank in the look of her figure swaying through the doorway, noting the long legs, and how the nicely rounded curves of her butt showed through her snug woolen slacks. Well, just daydream some more, old boy, I thought to myself. After a few minutes more, the nurse called me back and placed me in the last examination room along the corridor. As I walked along, I noticed that the pretty woman was sitting fully dressed and on the table in her room, her long legs crossed demurely in front of her. "You're in for just a physical, Mr. Wilson?" the nurse asked me. "I guess. Just the normal thing." "This is your first time with us, isn't it?" "Yep. It's my first time, so please be gentle with me." "Well, Dr. Kowalski has warm hands, so don't worry," she said, laughing. "Here's a gown for you. If you'll get undressed down to your briefs, the Doctor should be in shortly." "Thanks." I had always hated undressing and sitting on a cold table waiting endlessly, but fortunately the fall weather had been cool lately and the heat was on, keeping the room rather comfortable. Following her directions, I sat back down with the gown on over my boxers and waited for a few minutes. The nurse came and handed a small cup to me. "I think you know what this is for," she said with a knowing smile. "The bathroom is just back down the hall." As I moved back up the corridor, I noticed that the pretty woman was gone from her room. Oh, well. She said it wouldn't take long. As I reached for the handle to the restroom, the nurse called over to me. "Oh, Mr. Wilson. I think you might want to knock first." I knocked and heard the voice of the pretty woman call out, "Just a minute!" As I stood in the hallway, holding the cup in one hand and my gown together in the back with the other, I heard the nurses say something to each other and giggle. The restroom door suddenly opened and the pretty woman came out, clad as was I in a gown. She handed her specimen cup to the nurse and returned to her exam room. As I stepped back to let her pass back down the corridor, she turned toward me and whispered, "Nice boxers!" Watching her walk away, clutching at her gown, like me rather unsuccessfully, I couldn't help but notice the dainty black undies that she was wearing under the gown, and also that she had left her black thigh high stockings on as well. By the time I stepped into the restroom to produce my sample, I had developed enough of a hard-on that I had to think about baseball for a couple of minutes before I could do the deed. After handing off my sample to the nurse, the rest of the examination went routinely. I was surprised when Dr. Kowalski turned out to be a woman, and a very nice looking one at that; short and trim with short dark hair and lovely blue eyes. But she was professional and efficient in her examination and got me out within a half hour. At one point the Doctor excused herself for a few moments. While she was gone, the nurse came in and took some blood. The only awkward moment came when the Doctor returned. She wanted to check me for hernia and asked me to lower my boxers. "Nice shorts!" she said, as I pulled the gown to one side and lowered my drawers. As she placed her hands on me, my penis responded in a most unprofessional way by standing up to attention, not quite fully erect, but enough to make her eyes pop open. "Sorry," I said, trying to remember Ted Williams' lifetime batting average. "That's okay. It happens to me all the time." I could see her cheeks blush slightly. "All right then. I think you can get dressed now," she said making some notes on the chart. "We'll have your blood work back in a couple of days, but from what I can see here, you're in terrific shape, Mr. Wilson." "Thanks." She excused herself and I got quickly dressed. As I walked back out to the front desk, I noticed that the pretty woman's room was empty and the light was turned out. Oh, well at least I could keep the image of her tight little butt peeking through her gown as she swayed down the hall. However, I was pleasantly surprised when I reached the front desk and found her standing there waiting for the nurse to complete some paperwork. "Well you should all set, Mr. Wilson," said the nurse waving to me. "And so are you Miss Newman. You both have a good evening!" Playing the natural part of the gentleman, I held the door open for the pretty woman. She headed straight to the elevator and I followed at a respectful distance. As I glimpsed at her walking in front of me, for some prurient reason, my mind kept flashing back to the earlier vision of her behind. There was an alluring sway to her walk. She pushed the down button and waited impatiently. "That wasn't too bad for my first time," I remarked, trying to strike up a conversation. "I hate doctor's offices," she remarked. "Just hate them." "Hey, I'm the guy. I should be the one doing the complaining." "Hopefully this will be the last time for me for a while." The elevator rang out and the door opened. Since I was closer, I stepped inside and held the door for her. She gave me a quick little polite smile as she stepped inside and stood on the far side away from me. Again I couldn't keep my eyes to myself and let my gaze wander up and down her tall slender figure. I forced myself to concentrate on her eyes. They were a light green color and slightly crossed. She was staring intently at the button panel. When she noticed my look out of the corner of her eye, she glanced over to me. "Is there something wrong?" she asked, sounding kind of pissed off. "No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare," I said beginning to feel embarrassed. She gave me a quick look up and down, her eyelids narrow and skeptical. "I mean," I said trying to come up with a decent line. "It's just that I don't meet a lot of pretty women and you most definitely are." Her eyes dropped down as her cheeks began to blush. "Really," I went on. "It was really meant as a compliment." "Fair enough, then," she said, letting a faint smile cross her face. "Compliment accepted." I felt better when she appeared to relax a little. "I guess a pretty woman like you gets hit on quite a bit." "Not that much really. Mostly the guys just stare like they're trying to undress me with their eyes." "Well, your husband is a lucky man," I said. "My husband?" she said quizzically. "Yes, your husband," I said holding up my hand and wiggling my ring finger. "Oh, this!" she laughed, holding up her hand to show off her ring. "I'm not married. This is just my protection." "To discourage the riff-raff, eh?" "And most of the rest. You know, just because I'm at the grocery store or the dry cleaners, it doesn't mean that I'm looking for a man." The elevator reached the lobby and she stepped through the door as soon as it opened, nearly bowling over the guy who was trying to rush inside. "Asshole!" I heard her say under her breath with a nasty look on her face as the guy backed up. She strode down the hall toward the door, heading in the same direction as I was. She glanced over her shoulder with the same dark look she had given the guy at the elevator. "Sorry, but I'm really not trying to follow you," I said as I tried to keep a safe distance. "Stalking isn't really my thing." She turned back for a moment, sighed softly, and then slowed down so I could catch up. "Have you been going to Dr. Kowalski long?" she asked. "No, this was my first visit with her, In fact I didn't even know she was a lady doctor until I met her. Some people at work recommended her" "My regular doc sent me over as a referral. He thought she might be a better fit." "She seems nice," I said as I held the lobby door open for her. "Well, I'm parked over there," she said pointing off to the left. "So am I." "Coincidence or dumb luck?" "That depends on whether you'll have dinner with me." "Dinner?" she said looking over at me. "Don't take me wrong," I said. "Not a pick up or date kind of thing. Just dinner. It's late. I'm hungry. You probably are. I was going to stop and get something any way, and besides, it's more fun when you can share a meal with someone else." "Dutch treat?" she asked. "Dutch is fine. No pressure. No bullshit. Okay?" "Oh, all right. You seem pretty harmless. Besides I've seen you half naked." She stopped beside a sharp looking red Pontiac coupe parked right next to my old blue Mustang convertible. "What do you feel like?" I asked. "Do you know any good Mexican restaurants around here?" "There's a great little one over on Fenkell Road not far from here. Do you want to follow me?" "Okay." "You know, I still don't know your name," I commented. "Trisha," she said. "Trisha Newman." "Jack. Jack Wilson," I replied reaching out to shake her hand. "Nice to meet you, Jack." She followed close behind me as we made our way through traffic to The Old Mexico Café. At a stoplight, I looked back to see her fussing with her hair and makeup. It was only a few minutes before we pulled into the parking lot. The dark eyed hostess seated us at a quiet booth in the corner. "I hope you understand that this is a kind of special thing for me," I said, leaning forward to set my arms on the table. "What do you mean?" she said leaning back, arms crossed over her chest. "Well, for one thing, I don't go around asking strange women to have dinner with me." "Just normal women?" "Not strange funny, strange as in strangers." "Well if it makes you feel any better, I don't usually accept dinner invitations from men I've just met." "So to what do I owe this honor then?" I asked. "I know it's not my dashing good looks or my witty banter." "I don't know," she said looking over at me quizzically. "You seem to have personality. You're a nice looking guy, not stuck on himself. Besides there's a feeling I get when you look at me. It's like you're looking at me, not just my body." "Actually, if you want to know," I said leaning farther forward and lowering my voice. "It's your eyes. I've never seen eyes the color of yours and besides, well this might sound strange, but you look really cute when they kind of cross." "You like me because I'm cross-eyed?" "Well that, and your sexy overbite." She held a hand up to her mouth for a moment. "And your sense of humor," I added. She smiled again. "You are a charming man," she said, looking up as the waitress stepped up. We ordered a pitcher of margaritas and later on some dinner. Our conversation expanded to cover where we grew up and lived; she on the east side, I on the west side; where we went to school; she to a Catholic school and Notre Dame, I at public school and MSU; what we did for a living; she worked for an advertising agency, I was an engineer. Despite the differences, we found that our love lives were similar. We had each almost gotten married once, but both had gotten cold feet before making the plunge. Both of us had come out of a long-term relationship that had dead-ended recently and neither of us had gotten back into dating scene. "Sometimes, I think that I'm destined to be an old maid," she remarked sadly. "Despite the best efforts of my roommate, love just never seems to work out for me." "I know that feeling all too well. I mean, even my mother once asked my sister if I was gay because I didn't have a regular girlfriend." "Are you?" she asked apprehensively. "Oh, not at all!" I laughed, trying to reassure her. "Believe me, my orientation is definitely toward women." "That's a relief," she confessed. "I dated a real nice guy for almost a year. Things were going great, a little slow maybe, but I thought he wanted to take his time and it felt really great. But then he admitted that he was gay and really only wanted to be my friend. It took me a long time to get over that. And the next thing I know is I'm thirty-five years old and my family doctor is hitting on me." "You're kidding!" I exclaimed. "That's too much. Although I have to admit that I wouldn't object if the good Dr. Kowalski hit on me." "You would like that wouldn't you," she laughed. "Actually, though I was suspicious when he kept having me come back for test after test and could never seem to find anything conclusive. I felt fine and didn't think that there was anything wrong with me. I think he finally recommended that I go to another doctor so that the bastard could hit on me without any qualms about ethics." "I can't say I blame him totally," I said. "You are a pretty woman and look ten years younger." "And you are a liar of the first degree," she laughed. After dinner we ordered another pitcher of margaritas. As the evening progressed, I got the feeling that she was getting kind of loaded. She had progressed from sitting with her legs and arms crossed to where she had slipped off her jacket and would lean forward, casually resting her elbows on the table. Then there was a lock of her hair that kept slipping out of the pin that was holding it back on her head. She even went to the restroom to effect repairs and within a minute of her return it had fallen back down. "Oh this stupid thing," she disgustedly trying to stuff back. "Here, let me," I said reaching over to the side of her head. I tried to tuck it behind her ear but could see that it was going to slip back out. So, I reached behind her head and tugged at the large clip that was holding her hair back. "What are you doing?" she asked as I pulled the clip away from her head. "Let your hair down, Rapunzel," I said, letting her lovely dishwater blond hair fall about her shoulders. "There, that's better." "And here I am on a bad hair day," she remarked. "I always put it up like that when I can't do anything with it." "Well, you look terrific to me." She shook her head a couple of times to fan it out about her shoulders. Although she had looked pretty with her hair up, she looked absolutely beautiful with it down about her face and shoulders. It gave her a softer and more sensual look, especially since she had exchanged her skeptical tight-eyed look for a relaxed wide-eyed smile. The waitress finally brought the bill and we spent a half hour arguing in fun over how to split the bill. Trisha wanted to stop at the restroom on the way out. "Wait for me, okay?" she said, setting her hand on my arm for a moment. "Sure, Go ahead. I'll wait." I stood by the door for a while and then took a seat after a few minutes had passed. I had to brush off the dark-eyed hostess who kept thinking I was waiting for a table. After what seemed like a half hour she finally came out of the restroom, her hair a little tousled and looking a little pale. "I think I've had one margarita too many," she confessed. "I don't normally have this much to drink." "Are you okay?" I asked, taking her by the arm. "Yeah, I think so," she replied in a weak voice. "But can you give me a ride home? I don't feel up to driving." "What about your car?" "I can get it tomorrow." "All right." I took her arm and walked her out to my car. She leaned heavily on my arm and I had to help her climb inside. She told me the address and gave me some sketchy directions but enough to get us there. She leaned back in the seat and let her head fall to the side to watch me as I made my way through traffic. In a minute or two her eyes closed and she appeared to be asleep. It was only a few more minutes before we were pulling up to her apartment building. "I think you're home," I said reaching over to touch her arm. "Trisha, you're home." She sat up with a start. The New Patients "Oh, okay." She tried to get out but was having a hard time finding the handle. Poor kid, I thought. Well, it was my idea to order the second pitcher. I should do the right thing. I went around to her door and helped her out. She hung heavily on my arm as she directed me to her apartment. She fumbled with her purse eventually pulling her keys out at the last minute. I opened the door for her and helped her inside. "Shh," she hissed, still clinging to my arm. "My roommate's probably asleep. She has to work early in the morning." "Let, me get you to the couch," I offered. "No, my room's down the hall. Just let me lay down." "Okay," I said moving my way down to the bedroom with the open door. She was nearly as limp as a rag doll as she clung to me. Her room was large and done in a rich mauve color with pink and green flowered accents. It actually looked quite feminine and nice. Holding her upright by the shoulders, I guided her toward the bed. As she neared it, she sort of turned and slipped down out of her jacket and sprawled onto the bed, leaving me holding her jacket. She had collapsed in a heap, so I stretched her out and slipped her shoes off. I paused for a moment, letting a nasty thought of undressing her farther creep into my mind before dismissing it. I decided to pull the coverlet up over her and leave. As I began to move away, she stirred on the bed. "Jack?" she called out. "Where are you?" "I'm going home," I whispered. "You're so out of it. Get some sleep. I'll leave my number so you can call me in the morning." "No. Don't go yet," she said hoarsely. "Can you help me get undressed?" I watched as she pulled herself up to a sitting position and pulled at the bottom of her sweater. "All right," I said, nervously moving back to the side of the bed. She went to pull her sweater up over her head, but got her arms tangled up. "Help me with this, Jack," she asked. I had to laugh at the sight of this lovely woman, her sweater covering her head, her arms tied up over her head pulling her lovely breasts up a bit from her tiny black bra. "This isn't funny," she said, her hoarse voice muffled by the sweater. "Help me!" "All right," I said reaching over to help her tug it over her head. She wiggled her head to shake out her hair as she tossed the sweater onto the nightstand. She looked gorgeous in the dim light, her soft smooth skin glistening. She reached behind her waist and fiddled with the button of her slacks. "Oh, dammit," she said hoarsely. "Here, let me help," I offered, slipping onto the bed and rolling her over onto her side to get access to the button and zipper. I opened up her slacks and helped her tug them down, revealing her dainty black thong panties and the lace top stockings. "I thought you wore those knee high things under pants," I remarked. "I like to wear these when the weather gets chilly," she said pulling them up as I pulled her slacks off. She drunkenly reached around to her back to unhook her bra and seemed to be having a hard time. I reached down between her breasts and indicated the front closure. "You know it's in the front," I said, trying to stifle a laugh. "Oh, my God!" she laughed hoarsely. "I don't even know how to get undressed!" She unhooked her bra and slipped it off her shoulders, tossing the little lacy undergarment onto the nightstand. She fell back onto the bed, now dressed in her panties and stockings. As soon as I felt a lump develop in my pants, I knew it was time to go. I really liked her and didn't want to take advantage. So, I reached for the comforter and pulled it up over her. "Get some sleep," I called out softly and went to leave. "No, don't go yet," she said again. "Could you lay with me for a few minutes?" "Just for a bit, then I have to go," I replied, slipping onto the bed beside her. "No, under the covers," she said, pushing at me. I slid under the covers and Trisha cuddled up to me, wrapping an arm and a leg around me tightly and bringing her head to rest on my chest. I was able to slip my arm under her as she hugged me. She felt so soft and warm to the touch as I wrapped my arm around her. I thought I heard her purring as I brushed the hair from her face. "Mmm. This feels nice," she said squeezing me. "Thanks for staying with me. And thanks for being a gentleman about it all." "No problem," I said holding her close. Her hand began to move from my arm to my chest. If she hadn't been so loaded, I might have thought she was trying to feel me up, running her fingers over my pecs and down to my abdomen. When I moved my hand to rub her shoulder and arm, she began to let her hand wander farther, up to my neck and face and then down over my shoulder to my belly. When she brought her hand back up it slipped under my sweater. "Is it me or is it hot in here?" she asked, her voice a soft whisper. "It is warm." "Why don't you make yourself comfortable?" she suggested. "Are you sure?" I asked, wanting to make sure. "We are both grownups, and you told me you were a gentleman. You're not afraid of me are you?" "No. I guess it's okay," I said sitting up to pull my sweater off over my head. "Don't you think that's better?" she said as she pulled up the coverlet and we lay back down. Her hand resumed its random path over my chest. "You have a very nice body, Jack. Do you work out a lot?" "Not a day in my life. Just stuff around the house." Her fingers began to flirt with the waistband of my slacks. I had slipped my arm back around her shoulders but began to let my hand wander over her soft smooth skin. "Don't be afraid to touch me, Jack," she whispered. My fingers slowly traced a path from her shoulder down her back, then farther down toward her waist. She began to press her firm breasts into my chest. "Does it still feel hot under here to you?" she asked. "It is pretty warm." "Why don't you take those pants off then," she suggested. "You just want to get me naked, is that it?" I said starting on my trousers. "Of course. I want to get a better look at those boxers," she said reclining fully on the bed. After I had pulled my pants off I pulled the covers back up and we embraced again. I ran my hand over her face to brush her hair back. She had her arms around me tightly. "So are you really loaded, or is this an act to get naked with me?" I asked. "Am I that transparent?" she said with a flirty little laugh. "Don't answer questions with a question," I replied. "Besides, I really like being with you and I'm very attracted to you. I just need to know where you stand." "Do you have some unresolved trust issues?" she said pulling me closer. "I don't want to hurt you. It's been so long since I've felt this good being with a man that I didn't want you to go." We snuggled up under the warmth of the comforter, our hands and fingers making their way over each other's nakedness. She nestled her head down onto my chest and shoulder. "I feel really safe here with you, Jack" she remarked. After a few silent minutes passed, she spoke up again. "Would you think that I was cheap if I asked you to make love to me on the first date?" "You mean tonight, or after a real first date?" "Tonight." "To begin with, whatever happens, I don't think you're a cheap woman. Hey, we all have needs and desires. We're both grown ups. We've both been around. But I don't want to take advantage of you." "Just because I had one margarita too many, doesn't mean you'd be taking advantage," she said, picking her head up from my chest. "Besides, making love is one of the best ways to sober up. Why don't we see what kind of love we can make together?" She brought her face to mine and kissed me fully on the lips, a kiss that lasted a long time and told me many things. We hadn't even come up for air when our hands were flying over each other. I pulled her lithe body up so that I could kiss and suck on her taut little pink nipples. Her hand had worked through my boxers and found my rigid cock lying in wait. She slipped her legs around my waist to straddle me and positioned her pussy right over my cock. I pulled the pillows up under my head so that I could more easily reach her beautiful little boobs. Her hips began to move on top of me, humping my cock to a complete erection, enough so that it was pushing up past the waistband. She wiggled down under the covers and began to lower my boxers, getting them down to my knees. Taking my long stiff dick in hand she began to kiss it and lick the head. "Just don't do something to make me gag," she said before bringing her luscious lips down onto me. I let her ply her magic on my tool at her own pace. Laying back and raising my arms over my head I was tempted to close my eyes and drift off to carnal heaven. Then I realized that it wasn't often that I got head from such a pretty woman. So I pulled the covers back and looked down to see her head bobbing up and down on my cock. She came up to catch her breath several times and kept stroking me with her hands. When she licked my balls and cock, I thought I would explode from the wild sensations. I finally pulled at her. "Swing around so I can get a shot at your quiff," I said. She knew what I wanted and I was sure that she wanted it too, as she turned around and straddled me in a perfect 69 position. I pulled the crotch of her little black lacy panties to the side and plunged my lips and tongue into her pussy. She was wet and waiting for me as I grabbed her by the hips and moved her into the best position. Several times as I worked over her eager little clit, she picked her head up and gasped loudly. "You should know, something," she said out of breath before we got too far into it. "I can be a real screamer." With that I sucked her erect little clit up into my mouth and tried to flick my tongue all over it. She squealed loudly and let her head drop straight down to suck my cock up into her mouth. As I wrote the alphabet with my tongue over her twat, I heard her screams muffled by the presence of my cock in her mouth. I tugged her panties down to get better access to her pussy. Finally she was ready to make the next move. She pulled her wet tight pussy away from my mouth and brought it down toward my cock. Rising up in the bed and pulling her panties the rest of the way off, she held my cock upright and brought herself down slowly to ease me inside, letting every inch of me slip inside her. Once I was fully inside her, she paused for a moment and wiggled her ass around and positioned her legs so that she could ride me like a cowgirl. And ride me she did, up and down, her hoarse voice screaming out as her passion grew. The sight of her hourglass figure bouncing up and down drove me crazy. I began to raise my ass up from the bed to meet her twat with each stroke. I grabbed her tightly by the hips, letting my thumbs slip up into the dimples above her sweet ass. I could feel her fingers down around her pussy, working over her clit. "Oh, God, Baby!" she screamed again and again. "Your fat cock is making me come!" I could feel her pussy tighten up around my cock as she rode me up and down, the sweet juice running down to coat my balls. Without missing a stroke, I sat up and scooted us over to the edge of the bed assuming more of a sitting position. I was now able to reach around and cup her breasts as she bounced up and down. I could feel her start to come again as I tweaked her taut little nipples. "Oh, fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she screamed. "I'm coming again! You bastard! Make me come!" As she erupted with a flurry of shouts, she fell back against me, her body quaking and shaking like a leaf. "Oh, my God!" she screamed with a shudder. "You know we should be using some protection." "No problem, Babe," I said letting her rise up from my lap so that I could reach for my pants. "I'm a good boy scout and always come prepared." She lay back onto the bed as I retrieved a condom from my wallet and opened it up. "Let me see that thing," she said after I had quickly slipped on the thin sheath. She stroked me lightly. "It almost feels like the real thing," she said with a laugh. I pulled her hips over to the side of the bed so that I could enter her and remain standing. Her hot wet twat accepted my stiff cock easily. Soon I had flipped her ankles up to my shoulders and was making the sweetest love that I could. Her hands danced on my chest and belly and then dropped down to squeeze her breasts as they bobbed in time. She pulled her nipples up several times as if trying to pull them right off. I leaned forward to offer my lips and tongue to tease them. I thought she would come again as I suckled her sweet tits. "Oh, fuck me, you bastard!" she called out again and again, squirming and wiggling all over the bed. She let out this screaming, moaning sound that I had never heard a woman make before, urging me to bring her to greater heights of passion. Trying to keep up with my stroke, I found myself climbing up onto the bed, holding her hips at a perfect fucking level. Eventually, we fucked our way across the bed so that her head began to fall back over the edge. What a beautiful sight, this pretty woman stretched across the bed, her pale body half falling off, her breasts bobbing wildly, her taut pink nipples fully erect, writhing in the throes of a great passion. She finally grabbed me by the arms and pulled herself up. "We've got to change," she called out, turning to position herself up on all fours. "Oh, Baby!" I said eagerly. "My favorite position!" Her wet pussy took me in hungrily. As we fucked, her head dropped down to rest on the pillows. I reached down and around to cup her breasts for a while. Then I reached up to hold her gently by the neck as I pounded my cock into her. "Oh, fuck me harder, you bastard! Harder! Harder, you bastard!" She rubbed her clit with her hand and began to collapse under the weight of my fucking. I fell on top of her, my belly pressing into the cheeks of her ass, bringing me to the brink of a bodacious orgasm. "Oh, Baby! I'm going to come!" I shouted. "Ooo, let me see!" she screamed as I pulled out of her and rolled over. "I want to see you come all over me. She stretched her arms above her head as I straddled her body and stroked my cock. "Oh, Baby!" she cried. "Come all over me!" After yanking the sticky condom off and within another couple of strokes I began to erupt onto her belly and tits. As each burst shot out onto her smooth silky skin she rubbed it all over her body, bringing her fingers up to her mouth to lick it off. I finally shot the rest of my load onto her tits and fell toward the bed in a groaning heap. She reached down to stroke me gently, squeezing the last of my cum out onto her belly. "Oh, God!" she said more softly. "I feel like such a slut with your cum all over me." "If only the good Doctor could see us now," I remarked, now gaining control of my breathing. "How are you feeling?" "I'm feeling much better now," she said, hugging me tightly. "I told you that making love is the best way to sober up." "Do you have any other miracle cures?" "Like what?" "Well, you see, I've got this problem with impotence." "Oh, poor Baby. Can't get it up anymore?" "No, I can't get my hard-ons to go away." "Oh, Baby! My kind of man!" she squealed and took her head down toward my cock. "Oh, my. I see what the problem is. You have a case of rarius pussimundus." "Is there a cure, doctor?" I asked. "Only one that I know of," she replied. She began to stroke my still stiff cock and took it again into her mouth, licking off the sticky remainders of my semen and her sweet juice. After a few minutes of her delicious head, I was fully erect and ready to fuck her again and she could tell. She rose up from the bed and opened up the drawer of her nightstand. When she turned on the lamp, a warm rosy light spread through her bedroom. In this light, she looked amazingly beautiful, bent over rummaging through the drawer, her body a wonderful arrangement of soft rounded curves and pale silky skin. "Aha!" she screamed fishing something out from the drawer. She turned to show off a condom and a bottle of lube. "Maybe this will cure you of your terrible affliction." She went to work rolling the condom onto my erect cock. It was one of those ribbed designs. Squirting a little lube onto her hand she stroked my sheathed cock and made it glisten in the rosy light. "Now, don't move a muscle," she said climbing back up onto the bed. As she maneuvered into position, she rubbed some lube between the cheeks of her ass, a couple of her fingers disappearing for a moment into her anus. She looked me straight in the eye as she lowered her tight asshole onto the head of my slick cock. Her eyes widened as my head began to penetrate her anus. Her mouth opened to let out a gasp as she lowered tight little ass onto me. "Oh, God! Trisha!" I shouted out. "On my God! Your ass is too tight!" She smiled and pushed down more determinedly. I had never pushed my cock into anything as tight as this and the feeling was driving me wild. Bit by bit she eased herself down onto me. Once she had taken me entirely up her ass she began to slowly move up and down. "You like my ass, Jack?" she asked me. "You like fucking me in the ass?" "I like fucking you any way you want," I babbled throwing my head back in ecstasy. Like a tight little fist, her firm asshole pumped me up to the brink quickly. The ribs on the condom were obviously doing something to her as well. Her taut little pink nipples looked so stiff I thought they would fall off her tits. I reached up to toy with them making her scream with joy. Meanwhile, I could feel my balls tighten up and get ready to shoot off. "You're going to make me come again," I shouted. "I'm almost there!" She practically jumped up off of me and got her head down to my cock. Tugging off the condom, she brought her hot ready mouth down and sucked my cock inside. She fondled my balls and squeezed they gently and I began to shoot my sperm up into her mouth. I could see it dribble out past her lips as she bobbed up and down. Seven, then eight times I shot off into her hot hungry mouth. She finally brought her head up and flashed a great big smile as she pumped my cock gently to squeeze out what cum still remained. She licked her cum stained lips. "You like coming in my mouth?" she asked needlessly, already knowing the answer. She lay next to me for a few minutes, as we recaptured our breath. "You know, I've never let a man do that before," she confessed. "I got the idea from a movie my roomie brought home a while ago. I told myself that if I was with a really cool partner that I would try to make him come in my mouth. That felt so cool. Naughty and cool." "You are a great lover, Trisha," I said kissing her on the top of her head. "If there was any question that I was gay of not before, I sure as hell wouldn't be now." "I need something to drink," she said. "Your salty old spunk made me thirsty." We got up from the bed and crept out into the kitchen, dressed only in her stockings and my socks. She pulled some fruit juice from the refrigerator and poured us each a glass. As I took a long swig, her hand drifted down to my cock that was still fairly rigid. "Oh, my. It looks like you need some more treatment," she said, stroking me lightly. "I guess I'll have to develop some new techniques." "You know, you had better be careful," I warned her. "If you keep fucking me like this, you may never get rid of me." "Oh, yeah?" she asked. "You mean I could pussy whip you?" "No," I replied. "Pussy whipping is where you only promise to fuck me to get what you want. If you keep fucking me like this, ..." The New Patients "If I fuck you, what?" "I can't make any promises, Trisha. Not yet. Let's just see where all this leads us tonight and tomorrow and the next day. No promises. No expectations." "I don't want to spoil this feeling either," she said. "We've known each other for what, eight hours? Okay we just had some terrific sex, but will it turn into love?" "Let's not stop and ask that question," I said, stepping in front of her and pushing her up against the counter. I cradled her head in my hands, kissed her spunky lips, and pushed my tongue inside her mouth. She put her hands up to rub my chest and I pressed in closer to her, my cock now forcing its way between her legs. The space between her legs was wet with the juice of her pussy and the lube from her ass. I held my cock and rubbed it between her legs. She spread her long legs enough to give me a clear path to her sex. "So what will it be, Miss Newman?" I asked. "Pussy or ass?" "Pussy," she whispered softly. "Please fuck my pussy again!" I rubbed the head of my cock on her pussy lips and it slipped up inside her easily. As I reached back and grabbed her ass, she brought her legs up and wrapped them around my hips, pressing her pussy hard and fast against me. I was able to set her butt up on the counter and thrust deeply into her. She leaned back on the counter, her legs still about me, and wiggled her hips as I fucked her. She ran her hands over her breasts and shoulders and face. Her fingers found their way back down to her clit and she twiddled herself to the brink of another orgasm. "Oh, Jack! Oh, Jack Baby!" she called out. "Oh, Jack Baby! Fuck me some more!" The sounds of her screams urged me on and I pounded her swollen wet pussy with all my might. Again and again I thrust deep inside of her wet sticky pussy. Without a thought of protection she lay back on the counter and wriggled her hips wildly. The vision of her sweet pale body writhing on the counter, her shapely stockinged legs wrapped around me as we fucked, brought me to the brink again. Although there couldn't have been much left, I could feel the cum begin to rise out of my balls. "Oh, my God! I'm going to come!" Trisha pushed herself up and grabbed my shoulders. Without a thought of protection, she urged me on, "Oh, come in me, Jack! Fill my pussy with your sticky cream!" "Oh, God! Here it is!" I cried out. "Oh, Baby! Baby!" As my cum shot up inside of her, she wrapped her arms and legs around me holding on to me tightly. I could feel her pussy muscles contract and grip me tightly as she began to come as well. We collapsed onto the counter. "What are you two doing?" came a strange voice. We both looked over to see her roommate standing by the doorway in a sheer frilly nightgown, her hands on her hips and a surprised look on her face. "Oh, Lorrie," Trisha said, pulling away from me. "I'm sorry. We just got so involved, I forgot you were trying to sleep." I felt the warmth of embarrassment creep over my face as we tried to hide our nakedness behind the counter. Lorrie still looked kind of pissed off. "It's bad enough you were so loud in your room that you could wake the dead, but did you have to come in here and wake up everyone else?" "I'm sorry," Trisha said again. "It won't happen again." "So who's the stud muffin here?" Lorrie said, letting her eyes run up and down my naked form. "He's kind of cute." "I'm sorry. Lorrie, this is Jack Wilson. Jack this is Lorrie, my roommate." "Nice to meet you, Lorrie," I said, feeling the embarrassment of the moment begin to pass. "So is he really as good as the early reports?" Lorrie said, starting to look less pissed off and more understanding. "Oh, yes. Absolutely," Trisha cooed, rubbing her hand over my chest and shoulders. "Isn't he beautiful." "And still rock hard too?" Lorrie said shrugging her shoulders, giving her full-breasted body a shake. "I always thought you were the lucky one." "I'm really sorry," Trisha said. "I just lost all control." "Well, I know I was pretty loud with Lewis the other night and it has been a long time for you Honey. Now, pour me some of that juice and tell me all about how you two met." "Can we get some clothes on first?" I asked. "Hell, we're all adults here. I'll join you," Lorrie said pulling her nightgown off over her head and tossing it over a kitchen chair. "Now tell me all the dirty tricks!" Needless to say, the rest of the evening was pretty interesting as we sat around the kitchen, naked as jaybirds and talked about this crazy night. Lorrie turned out to be a real funny and understanding roommate. As we became good friends over the few weeks, the thought of a three some has crept into my mind, but only time will tell the tale of that story.