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Doctor Eva

By: LeBoulangerie



Based on actual events. This was the beginning of what was a pretty wild rest-of-the-summer. It's also my first try at writing something like this. Please use the comments if you want to hear more.

*****

I'm really not a bad person. I've been dealt something of a bad hand at life, and I've tried to overcome that, but some things still get in the way.

Here's where I'm going with this. Men think I'm radioactive, and part of me doesn't blame them. There's something in my background I can't escape, and no matter how hard I try, it always comes out. Once it does, I'm right back to where I started - not in a relationship, not attached. Do you know how humiliating it is to have a date "excuse himself," only never to return? Or to have a guy cancel out on a date at the last minute? More than once? 

That's my cross to bear. So, you're probably wondering what it is about me that makes me so repulsive. No, I don't have a wart on my nose, and if you're interested, yes, I do shower at least once a day. What's so bad, then? I'm a widow. And not just any widow. No, I'm a widow twice over, and once guys hear that, they're running for the exits trying not to be my third.

It didn't start out this way. I finished college with a nursing degree and had a job almost waiting for me at graduation. Then I met Luís. A real Latin lover. Sure, he was a little older than I was, but he was a professional, trying to cope with the loss of his own wife while trying to raise his daughter, Anita. His wife - this is awful - had a complicated delivery and didn't make it. They ended up suspending the physician for a "whopping" 30 days, and believe me that was absolutely no consolation. I actually knew the bastard, and they should have just taken his license. Eventually they did, but not before he messed up other people's lives, too.

A couple of years after I got married, I was on duty one night in the ER when the paramedics rushed in someone broadsided by a drunk driver. He wasn't going to make it, but his passenger didn't have a scratch. The "someone" was Luís. The passenger was Anita. She was 8 at the time. They had to give me a sedative and sent me home later with her, in a taxi. We both stared out our windows. She knew what had happened, but the only way she could process it was by asking if Daddy was with Mommy. All I could say was something stupid like, "For now and forever more."

I learned something about Latin families. The girls are really close. Sure, sometimes they fight - what siblings don't? But the girls are really tight-knit. They share everything. And as they get older, they keep sharing. It's new, different, but they grow up creating this kind of tapestry. I was so happy that Anita's cousins, or "primas," as she called them, stepped up and "adopted" her, first because they felt sorry for her, but as time went on, because they all wanted to.

Eventually, Bill came along. He was wonderful, and I mean wonderful to the point that I could move beyond Luís. He was haunted, at least at first, by the loss of his wife. She lost her battle with depression, and didn't leave anything behind to try to explain what she did. We were just what the other one needed, and it was truly magical - a whirlwind romance, with a fairy tale wedding. Anita was in the ceremony, and so was Bill's son, Tommy. He was a couple of years younger than Anita.

Except for getting Anita and Tommy accustomed to being sister and brother, we were pretty much on cruise control. We had a great house, with a pool and hot tub - Bill and I used them a lot together - and the kids were doing really well in school, far better than could be expected, given the circumstances. Anita and I had connected so well that she even wanted to follow in my footsteps and go into nursing as a profession.

Then Bill got sick, and four months later he was dead. Fucking cancer. His was really aggressive. It left us all devastated. One of the few good things that came out of Luís' and Bill's passing was that we were well provided for, but that wasn't much of a consolation when you're trying to raise a boy and a girl about to enter their teen years and neither has a natural parent left.

High school was awkward. Nobody writes a manual for circumstances like this. Even before high school, it wasn't easy with things like "the talk," not with the internet out there, so I tried to emphasize the natural design and what was going with them, a lot more than what they were hearing in school. I tried to make sure that we had an open environment, trusting, and that they were free to ask or discuss anything. It was more difficult with Tommy, because he was a boy and was reluctant to talk with me about his body, at first, anyway. It must have worked, because now that they knew what each other was going through, they became more patient with each other when their differences started to get in the way.

Anita loved having friends and primas over. I sort of knew what they would talk about when their voices whispered and they'd start giggling. That brought out the competitor in Tommy. The cousins spoke in Spanish, thinking Tommy couldn't understand. So, he went out and learned it as much as he could without telling her. You should have seen the look on Anita's face when he said, "I can understand everything you say" in perfect Spanish. Once the shock wore off, I think she had a new level of respect for him.

Anita was a princess at graduation, but you knew that she wished Luís could have seen her. I think he did, you know? She had her pick of nursing programs, and she chose one that made her prove herself for a couple years before formal admission. I admired that. That's what I did.

The social scene became pretty much non-existent. Once a guy heard I was a widow twice over, he wouldn't hang around to find out if he'd be the third. There were guys (as in "plural") who'd take me to a restaurant, find out, excuse themselves, and never return. Then there were guys who would have something "come up" at work right before they were supposed to pick me up. The rest of them just didn't show up at all. Sometimes, a girl just has to cry, and being a supervisor, there weren't many people I could have a cry with.

Anita worked hard her freshman and sophomore years, and each time she came home, she had blossomed a little more. I'd sometimes catch Tommy taking a longer look at her out by the pool, even more when she had her primas or girlfriends over. I was okay with that, because he never made it a leer, at least when I was around. Tommy could get distracted very easily if they started dancing.

The house was definitely emptier without Anita, and it was one of those things where Tommy and I tried to make it seem less empty without telling the other that that's what we were trying to do. We'd Skype with Anita, and Tommy would ask her advice on improving his accent. We wanted to make it like she was here even though she left.

Tommy was constantly improving as a soccer player, and when the injuries inevitably came, I was his team physician of choice. This could have created some awkward situations, but we worked through them.

Well, Tommy got a soccer scholarship, to the same college as Anita, no less, and while I was so proud of him - letter of intent day was his 18th birthday - I also knew that the clock was ticking towards the moment I'd be an empty nester. They weren't my real children, but that made the situation no less daunting.

Anita's sophomore year ended in time for her to get back to Tommy's graduation. I was so proud of the way she made it important to her. She was also making preparations of her own. First, there was the practicum at a local doctor's office over the summer. Then, she was going to Spain for a semester abroad. Sevilla. Wow. I did Munich and I was still jealous.

We must have overlooked something about getting Tommy ready for college. He needed a physical to accept the scholarship and start with his team, and I understood that part. It's just that we misunderstood the timing. We had to scramble. Our regular physician's office was booked solid, so we asked Anita if there may be someone at her office who had an opening. I was so relieved to find out that there was, right at the end of the day. So, Tommy grabbed a shower and off we went. We got there a little early and went through the standard history forms, then Anita came out to take us back. This was a real treat, seeing her acting like one of the staff when she was a student. She looked the part, too.

Once we were back in the examining room, she told Tommy that she'd have to take his vitals. He asked if he had to remove his shirt, and she said not yet, so she did the work-up and then left for a minute.

When she came back, she opened the door and we heard the receptionist call out, "Doctor Cabrera, you're the last one here."

"Thank you, I'll lock up," came the reply.

Anita was followed by a Latina woman about my age with flowing black hair, a sung white blouse with a complimentary gray skirt, black heels and a lab coat. I had to catch my breath.

"Eva?" I asked.

"Carol!"

I jumped up and hugged her. My breasts pressed against hers, just like the old days. It felt good having that kind of contact. I needed it.

"You two know each other?" Anita asked.

"Know each other? Heck, we were - wait, do you know each other?"

"She's my step-mom."

"So then he's your - "

"Step-brother."

"Step-son," I said at the same time.

"Damn. So it was true," Eva said.

"What?"

"What they said about what happened. I always wondered why you dropped off the face of the earth, and now I know why."

"I wasn't in the mood to be 'Christmas Carol' when all of this was going down."

"Christmas Carol?" Tommy asked.

"My sorority name."

"You were in a sorority?"

"Oh, yeah." Saying that brought a smile to my face.

"Your Mom and I were sisters. We pledged together, we had some classes together. We did everything together."

"Why Christmas Carol?" asked Anita.

"Because she was always full of good cheer."

"What was your name?"

"Ready."

"Ready?"

"Yeah. Like in Eva-ready. Ever-ready. Get it?"

"Ever ready for what?" ask Tommy, and Eva just flashed her eyebrows.

I felt young again. Before the tragedy. Before the hurt. Just being in the same room as Eva made time disappear.

"So, Tommy needs a physical, right?"

"Yes, he does. He's on a soccer scholarship."

"Soccer?" asked Eva. "My kind of guy. Wait, I'll be right back."

About a minute later, Eva returned, holding a tray with three glass goblets, a very large bottle of chilled white wine, cheeses and crackers.

"I save this for special occasions and the end of Fridays. Today's both, and we're the last ones here. Okay, Tommy?" confirming his name, "I have to ask you a couple questions before we start. Don't feel like you have to answer a certain way. Be honest with me, okay?"

"Okay."

"Anita, pour your Mom and me a glass, and pour yourself one, too. Tommy, I have to give you a complete exam, okay? And Anita has to be present for this so she'll be able to do it on her own. I'll tell you why. People are projecting that there's going to be fewer doctors and more patients. Nurses are going to be primary care providers, not right away, but maybe in a year, two years - who knows? Some states are already changing their laws to make it easier."

"Um, sure, I'm okay with that."

"Great! Now, can your Mom stay, too? I'd really like to catch up with her."

Tommy shot me one of those "what do I do?" looks, and I tried to respond that his decision would be all right whatever it was.

"Yeah, that's okay, too," he answered.

"Now, you know," explained Eva, "that you'll be undressed for some of this. So, there's no problem with you being undressed, right?"

"Uh... um... "

"I've seen Tommy naked before," Anita interrupted. "Couple of times. My friends have, too."

"No, you haven't! When?"

"Anita, I don't think a pair of swimming trunks counts as 'naked'," I said.

After the briefest of pauses, Anita said, very matter-of-factly, "Not even trunks. Tommy likes to swim naked when he thinks nobody's home. I mean, he really likes it," she said with something of a mischievous smile.

"Tommy, is this true?" I asked.

What a stupid thing to say. Of course I knew it was true. Well, sort of, anyway. Once Tommy turned 18, he started acting more like his Dad. Bill loved swimming in the buff, especially when we did it together. There's nothing like swimming nude. That's why I liked Germany. It's practically a national pastime. I thought Tommy liked swimming naked when he thought everyone was asleep. That's how I found out, because that's when I'd swim naked, too. I came down one night for a midnight dip and froze at the window. There he was. I wasn't sure at first. Then, when he flipped over to do backstrokes, he was sticking straight up like a periscope. It was cute and erotic at the same time. The cool night air on his wet penis must have felt great. I was torn. I turned away, then I wanted another look, felt bad, turned away, looked again. I couldn't believe I was having these feelings. Then he just meandered to the side of the pool and put his hands on the edge. I ducked aside when he looked back towards the house. He was there for a minute when his head rolled back. That's when I figured it out.

Tommy was getting off. He was letting the water jet do all the work. Clever boy. I couldn't blame him. Bill and I used to do the same thing, only in the Jacuzzi. We'd even help each other. Hot tub orgasms. You won't see that as a Jeopardy! category anyone soon, not on TV, anyway. We made up our own special version, Sex Jeopardy. We never actually played the game because we were having too much fun doing the research. The other categories were "The Great Outdoors," "Fantasies," and "Fuck Foods," but the real fun was the "Daily Double." Thank goodness for all the kids' sleep-overs. Bill never thought about going solo in the pool. He didn't have to. Men really do think with their penis. Downright creative about it, too.

Don't rush things, Tommy. Just try to enjoy the whole experience and don't "jump to conclusions." My. You are, aren't you? Just keep doing what you're doing. Let the water pulsate your penis. I bet your fantasizing about some babe. Anita, maybe? I've noticed you checking her out, especially when she and her friends or primas are in their bikinis right where you are now. Target-rich environment, right, Baby? Let me tell you something, Tommy. She's not rushing things. Neither should you. That's it. Rotate your hips. Let that warm water pound against your penis. You're liking that, aren't you, Boy? Why, Tommy, you're tossing your head back. Over and over. I know what that means. Do me a favor. You keep using your muscles to keep from shooting in the pool, while your penis wants nothing more than to erupt, over and over. Nurses know these things. Your muscles are saying, "no, no, no" and your penis is saying, "yes, yes, yes." We know who's going to win that battle, don't we, Baby? I give you credit. You're really trying. It looks like you can't breathe, you're trying so hard. You're close. Real close. Try to hold it a little... while... longer. You're feeling the burn. The burn that feels so good. Oh, my. That's not a penis between your legs. That's a fire hose. I bet those ropes of semen you'll leave in the pool could be tied to life preservers. Well, it would be fun to try, anyway. I'm about to climax watching you climax. I'll take care of myself later. You're doing good, Boy. Now let's see if you're real good. Don't rush out of the water. Pretend she's still there. Bask in the afterglow with her. That's it. Who's been schooling you? Uh-oh. You're on the edge if the pool, and what's this? Oh. You're getting a noodle. Now let's see if you really know how to use it. Nice ass, by the way. I know some girls on the night shift who wouldn't mind some exploratory with you. So, you do know how to use it? Oh, my, you do. Not under the neck, but under the small of your back. That makes your hips float, and... there he is! My, Tommy, it looks like you're having one of those four-hour erections you hear about in Viagra ads. I know just the ER you should visit. This isn't the first time you've done this, is it, Boy? I'm learning all sorts of things about you. Uh-oh. You're looking around. Checking if anyone's watching? You must not think so. That must be why your hand is moving to... ready for Round 2, eh? Go get 'em, Tiger. I don't blame you. If you thought the first one was intense, wait and see how the second one feels. Damn. He sees something upstairs. Terrific. Anita's in the bathroom. Steady yourself, Carol, and don't let out a sound. No, Tommy, don't get out. Not yet. Let me see you finish what you started. Please? I know he couldn't hear me. Rats. He's getting out to dry himself. Oh-my-gosh. Baby, you certainly have come a, um, "long way" since those days in the tub. I knew you liked play baths, but this is really taking it to the next level. I need to get back in the studio. I could build a whole course around the way lights and shadows play across your body. We'd skip the Art Department bullshit about male models and erections. That's why we'd all be there. We'll keep the enrollment closed - ladies only, of course - and for the tuition they'd pay, I don't think they'd mind if they were asked to, you know, "prepare" you. Not that you'd need any help. But it would be there - before, during, and after class, if you needed it, Baby. Would you like the lights on the students, too? I mean, you could watch them watch you. If I turned the lights low on the students, you could only guess how they're looking at you, and that just might make that cock of yours even harder. Wouldn't that be fun, Tommy? Bet you didn't know Step-Mommy had thoughts like this, did you, Baby? Well, I do, and you're the one giving them to me.

I snapped back to the here and now.

"Tommy, that's nothing to be ashamed of. I like to swim naked, too. So did Carol."

"You?" asked Tommy.

"Well," I blushed, "maybe when I was younger." Not exactly the whole truth.

"See? There you go," encouraged Eva. "Maybe sometime we could swim naked together."

She was just trying to keep him comfortable in his own skin. Eva hadn't changed much. I envied that about her. Part of her was still a party girl, what, not quite 20 years after graduation? That meant that if she was naked in the pool with Tommy, mouth-to-mouth was only the beginning. So, here we were, the four of us, and the only one who hadn't seen my Baby in the raw was the doctor about to examine him, and that was going to change. At that point, Tommy must have thought that he'd at least be able to keep his underwear on, because he was pretty much compliant, at least at first.

"So, Tommy, go ahead and take off everything while I catch up with Carol."

Eva pulled up a chair directly across from and took my hands. "How've you been getting along?"

I couldn't help but think that Tommy was just a tad bit apprehensive. I guess he thought we were going to step out. Showtime, kiddo. The wine gave an almost immediate rush, not just to me, so we started a little feast to get something in our stomachs.

After he kicked aside his sandals, Tommy removed his polo shirt. Go ahead, Eva, check out that definition, as if you needed any encouragement from me.

"Wow, Tommy, I have to compliment you," Eva gushed. "You don't know how many people I see your age with obesity problems. Type 2 diabetes is almost an epidemic - it's never been in so many young people before. I'm glad you don't have to worry about that!"

"Thank you."

Eva started the routine. Tongue depressor. "Aaaah." Eyes. "Look straight ahead." Ears.

"You have a little wax build-up. Any hearing problems?"

"What?"


Doctor Eva Ch. 02



You'll read some lyrics from music played during the pool party. If you have a chance, search for clips of the songs, if you don't have the album, because they were crucial to how things went.

*****

I woke up the next morning, and I have to confess, I was confused by my surroundings. My eyelids felt like they weighted a ton. It took me a second to realize that I was in my own bedroom, but I couldn't remember how I got there. There was Eva's office, then Tommy helping us out of the car. Then...nothing, until this morning, anyway.

Wait. Didn't we plan something for today? Oh, it was a party for Anita, and Eva put something in my purse. What was it?

I propped myself up on my elbows and looked at the time. 10:00? There was something about 5:00 that was important. Someone's coming over, right? Damn. The primas, that's it. I looked the other direction - what's Eva doing here?

I pulled the covers down, and OMG, she's not wearing anything. Wait. Neither am I. Oh, no. Did we...? It was one thing back in college when we, you know, "experimented," but did we have a "peer review" last night?

I honestly couldn't remember, and I couldn't - how do I say this? - taste anything, so maybe nothing happened after all. She still looked hot, so I couldn't be blamed, if it did.

I got out of bed and took a shower. It felt good letting the hot water run all over my body and using the soap as a chance to explore myself. There was something I was supposed to do...

My purse...something about a bag...I got out of the shower and dried myself and my hair. After I put on something light, I thought it unusual that everything was so quiet. I looked in first on Tommy, then Anita, both still asleep. Everyone was wiped out. I found my purse on the table next to the front door, then took it into the kitchen where I made some coffee. Pouring myself a cup, I took it to the dining room with my purse. There was a paper bag inside, and something was coming back.

I vaguely remembered that Eva had given it to me. I also remembered that I didn't know what was in it. Now it was time to peek, and that's when I remembered more of what happened the night before. Eva thinks of everything, even when she's fucked up. She wants me to give this to him? It's not like he needs it. Then there are all the "ethical" concerns. Oh, what the hell. Screw ethics. This will be fun. I don't think he'll complain. Besides, "doctor's orders."

How am I going to pull this off? He can't know. I rubbed my hands over my face and had more coffee. Needed to wake up, I reminded myself. A quick check of the refrigerator and - there it is! - a big container of fresh, cold orange juice.

That's it, I thought. Vitamin "C." There's a double entendre. I fetched a mortar and pestle and opened the foil container, putting its lone pill in the cup and grinding it to a very fine powder. Then, emptying the powder into a glass, I filled it with orange juice and stirred until the powder was no longer visible. "Back in the fridge you go," I said.

There wasn't a whole lot of time to make all the preparations, so it was back upstairs. Anita and Tommy were still in something of a deep sleep, so it was with more than a mild protest that each of them got up. They needed to get to the store. Anita understood that, but I had to explain to Tommy that Anita's cousins were coming over later in the afternoon and I needed everyone to help get ready.

"Please, not again," objected Tommy.

"Come on," I countered, "it's been a while, and they'd really like to see you before you go away."

"It's been a while since all the clean-up, too."

"Well, we're still going to need you, because I'd like to get caught up with Eva. If you don't want to socialize, could you at least tend the bar for us? It's only for a few hours."

"Okay," he conceded.

I knew it would be at least a half-hour before they would leave, so I went back down to the kitchen to make some breakfast for them. Still nursing my coffee, I developed a shopping list for things that would last us well into the evening.

The sound of heavy steps on the staircase told me Tommy was coming down first. Anita didn't go out in public as much as she made an appearance in public, so she always took longer than her step-brother.

I put the glass of orange juice on the table, and so as not to cause any questions, I poured one for Anita, but used a different kind of glass than Tommy's so that I wouldn't confuse them.

Tommy came into the kitchen.

"Good morning!" I greeted him.

"Hi," he yawned.

"Sleep well?"

"Oh, yeah. You?"

"Perfect. Still a little groggy, though."

"Listen, Mom, about yesterday - "

"Sshh. Sshh. Sshh. I know we kind of got carried away. Um, I don't know how to say this other than to say it, but...sometimes life is just so difficult without someone to go through it with, and...I felt young again."

"With me leaving and Anita going back, are you going to be all right?"

"I think so. I might be calling and using Skype a lot with you, at least at first."

Tommy opened the refrigerator door.

"What are you looking for?" I asked, both terrified and feeling guilty.

"Milk," he answered, like he was wondering what the big deal was.

"Oh, Tommy, here, I poured orange juice for you."

"But I wanted milk."

"Well, the OJ is already out, and it can help fill you up, so take that and you can have milk afterwards."

Tommy sat at the table and began eating what I prepared. That's it, Baby, drink up that OJ, with all of its "nutrients." This was like a scene out those old B movies, where the narrator says "someone slipped me a Mickey." He had finished about 3/4 of the glass when Anita entered the kitchen. She must have been thirsty, quickly finishing the first glass and getting herself another. While eating her English muffins, I reminded them that Saturday was always crowded at the grocery store. Tommy got up to go to the car, finished off his glass - good boy! - and I made sure to give him the shopping list and my credit card to cover the cost. After he left, Anita got up to join him, and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Bye, Mom."

"Bye. About how long do you think you'll be?"

"No more than a couple hours."

"What time does everyone arrive?"

"I told them around five, but they might get here a little earlier. One of them said something about a 'front row seat.' Does Doctor Cabrera need anything?"

"I've got coffee for her already. I think she's looking forward to this, too. She got a little something for Tommy."

"She's been here since last night. What kind of 'little something' could she get him?"

"A little something she gave me at the office. Go on, go. There's lots to do and not a whole lot of time."

"What aren't you telling me?" she smiled.

"Go!"

I head the car door shut and let out a sigh. I needed the solitude. Taking my cup and another, I grabbed the coffee pot and went out on the patio. Looking out over the pool, I had a sense of solitude coupled with mischief wondering how the day would play out. Seeing the Jacuzzi made me think of Bill and all the great times. I missed him, but I couldn't help smiling. By the time the day is over, I said to him, Tommy just might be following in your footsteps.

Thinking about those times made me want to relive some of them. I stood up and looked around. The neighbors couldn't see. The kids weren't home. So, I kicked aside my shoes, and looking around one last time, I took off my blouse. This was so exciting, so liberating. The outside air felt so good on my breasts and nipples as I removed my bra. I just stood there taking in deep breaths because it felt so electrifying. I have to do this more often, I thought, especially after I dropped my shorts and started to step out of my panties. There I was, "starkers," as the Brits say, and I felt at least 20 years younger, pretty much looking the part, too, I felt proudly.

Go ahead, Carol, I told myself. You've earned it. I walked confidently towards the pool. "Check me out," I told the imaginary crowd, hands on hips.

"Do you how long it's been since I woke up in a strange bedroom?" a voice behind me asked.

I spun around and tried to cover myself, horrified. I wasn't prepared to see Eva. She had just a towel wrapped around her. In fact, I had almost forgotten she was in my home.

"Were you going for a dip?" she asked. "I thought you said you didn't do that anymore."

"The public me doesn't. The private me does." I started to uncover.

"I get it. There's a side you want the kids to see and a side you don't. I think we're all like that. You got any coffee?"

"Over there," I nodded. "I thought you might want some."

She poured herself a cup.

"Damn, that's good."

"European."

"Now why am I not surprised?" she asked sarcastically. "The kids are gone, right?"

"With me like this? Yeah, I think so," I retorted.

"I heard them leave. That's what woke me up. I didn't know where I was, at first. Then I saw the pictures on the wall and that's when it hit me. Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"When I got up, my clothes were on the floor, and your clothes were on the floor. Did we...?"

"I don't think so. We didn't smell like sex."

"It's been so long I almost wouldn't know."

"You're kidding."

"No. I wish I was. After my divorce, it seemed like the only reason guys went out with me was to get in my pants afterward, you know?"

"No, actually, I don't."

"Oh, hey, I'm sorry," she said, hugging me. "I didn't mean to hurt you. Forgive me?"

"Of course I do. Loneliness sucks. I mean, at least you've had dates. They don't call you the 'Black Widow.' Why the divorce?"

"He decided he liked white women better, no offense. My sisters and me, we'd get together - we still do - just us and we'd talk, about a lot of things, but sooner or later, we'd start up about sex, and one time - this was in our house - we were talking about our husbands, and then it was my turn. I wasn't complaining. I was bragging. So, I tell them that Eddie - that was his name - has this 'problem.'"

"Like ED?"

"Not like you're thinking. He'd need about a half hour to come, and that was with a BJ or a hand job. I'd get worn out, wondering why it was taking so long. He'd say things like it was feeling so good and he loved all the sensations and that, so I asked him to beat off for me a couple of times, 'cause I was wondering if it was me. Five, ten minutes, he's done. So I ask him how he can do it so quickly, and he says that when he does it, he's thinking about how good coming feels, and when I do it, he's thinking about how good I feel."

"Well, that's sweet."

"Right. That's what they said."

"But how did that lead to your break-up?

"I'm getting there. See, there was no such thing as a 'quickie' with him. He'd need like 45 minutes minimum to get off, sometimes an hour-and-a-half. I'd climb the mountaintop like three times already when he was just getting to his first. One time, he wanted to get it on over lunch, and I had to reschedule appointments at the last minute because his energizer bunny was 'stilllll going.'"

"I still don't get how this caused a divorce."

"Because I'm telling my sisters this."

"Yeah?"

"And he hears me. Well, their cars are barely out the driveway and he comes flying into the living room, screaming that I embarrassed him, I humiliated him, that I did it on purpose, he'll never be able to show his face in public."

She started crying.

"I tried to tell him that I was bragging about him. Their guys, 15 minutes and they're done, rolled over, and snoring. I was proud of him. I was getting my needs met. After that, any time we got together, he'd spend the rest of the night upset at the way he thought they were watching him, they ways he thought they were whispering about him, their guys didn't want to socialize with him, and that's all my fault, right? So he starts 'working late,' then come the 'business trips,' people spot him with some lilly-white princess, or princesses, and six months later we're split. He wanted nothing to do with me and I wanted nothing to do with him."

I hugged her. The pain was still raw, and she needed to feel safe

"I've had dates since," she said, choking on her tears, "but they've mostly been with other doctors. They're the worst. Biggest bunch of lechers ever. And the ones who aren't doctors? Real make-out artists. 'Hey, I got this pain, right here,'" she said, pointing to her crotch. "Oooo, yeah, Baby, let me kiss it and make it better." I knew what she meant. And yes, doctors really were the worst.

"Well, at least they haven't said, 'Could you excuse me?', and then disappeared. I've lost track of how many dinners-for-two that I ended up paying for by myself."

"They're all fucking pigs, I tell you. Now Tommy, he's different. I don't know what you did with him, but somewhere down the road, someone somewhere is going to thank you."

"I wanted him to be like Bill."

"I didn't know Bill, but if Bill was a gentleman with a - an...erogenous side, I think you succeeded," she smiled. "Did he get the Cialis?"

"I had troubling remembering at first, but yes, he did."

"Let's go for a swim," Eva said, unwrapping her towel. "What time?"

"Around 11."

She dropped her towel on a deck chair. Yes, I looked at her breasts. They were full and erect. Eddie must have been a real asshole.

"So," she said, enjoying the light breeze blowing over her body, "he should be good until tomorrow night."

We were both now totally nude. I wrapped my arm around her as I led her to the pool's edge. She rested her head on my shoulder.

"At least. I've heard from some women that the effect can last at least 12 hours beyond that."

"There's field research for you. Is the pool heated?"

"Oh yeah. Ninety degrees, just like Germany."

"What is it about you and that place?"

"We'll need to go sometime. It's a different kind of carnal. Tell you what. We're going to Sevilla over spring break to visit Anita. Why don't you come with us and we'll spend a week in Munich afterwards?"

"Can Tommy get away that long?"

"He could only do Sevilla, then he'd have to get back."

"I'll do two weeks in Europe. Sure!"

We slipped in the water. Jeez, it felt good.

"What did Anita see when Tommy went swimming? Did she ever tell you?"

"Well, if she saw what I saw - "

"Wait. What you saw? I thought you didn't know."

"That was the public me. The private me came down one night for a swim of my own and there was Tommy. I wasn't that sure he was in the buff, not at first. I thought I saw his butt cheeks on the surface of the water, but then, when he started backstrokes, his penis was straight out and I wanted nothing more than to jump his bones."

"You're kidding."

"No, wait, I haven't finished."

"There's more?"

"Tommy figured out how to pleasure himself in the pool. I thought Bill was creative with the Jacuzzi - I mean, he was really creative."

"I got one, too, you know."

"No, I didn't. How could I? Well, Tommy used the jet right over there to get himself to come. He can have really intense orgasms, you know?"

"Yes, I know. He almost busted my eardrums, he yelled so loud. Oh, by the way, nice little bedtime story you told him."

"Well, that's why I'm sort of worried about today."

"He'll be fine."

"Oh, it doesn't end there. He knows how to use a noodle."

"He doesn't put it under his back, does he?"

"You're damn right he does."

Our legs were now wrestling with each others.

"What does he do?"

"What do you think he does? His cock is sticking straight out of the water, he's fantasizing about someone - for all I know, it could be Anita - and he's aching for the next go-around."

My feet played with her pubic hair and slipped between her legs.

"How did you know that?" she asked, returning the favor. She felt so good.

"Because he was going to start stroking himself when he saw a light come on upstairs."

"Anita?"

"Yeah, I think it was a bathroom visit, but then Tommy must have thought it was all over. He looked like he was afraid of getting caught, so he got out."

"What did you do?"

"I couldn't help staring at him because he was so...pronounced, even after coming. I could have watched him dry himself all night. I hid because he was coming in and I didn't want him to see me."

Our bodies rubbed each other's. I had forgotten how sensitive my breasts could be, especially with someone whose fondling was as tender as Eva's. I wrapped my arms around her waist and began my own stroking of her back, and as we looked deeply into each other's eyes, some invisible force drew our lips together -

And that's when we heard a car engine and the sound of tires crunching on pavement. Damn. They were back from the store. 

Eva and I quickly got out, grabbed our clothes, and dashed upstairs, hoping we wouldn't get caught. We giggled like school girls at the thrill of it all. I grabbed a couple of swimsuits from the dresser and took them into the bathroom, putting them in the sink and turning on the faucet.

"What are you doing that for?"

"If they heard us or see the water disturbed, we have 'evidence' that everything was legit."

"Done this a few times?"

"Yeah, just a few," I let on.

I took the suits out, wrung them, and hung them to dry. Anita got in the shower and I dried myself off. I had to get fresh clothes because my others were still wet, so I started with a two-piece swimsuit and put over it another light blouse and some shorts. There was a soft knock at the door. I noticed Eva's clothes still on the floor and quickly kicked them under the bed.

"Mom?" Anita asked softly, cracking open the door.

"Hi!" Whenever Anita used the same tone of voice, I knew she was hiding something.

"Eva's just getting cleaned up, and I was getting ready to come down."

"Did you go for a swim? The water looks like someone was just in it."

"Oh, uh, sure. We both did. Our suits are drying off." Why did I say that?

"Why wouldn't they be?" She hesitated. "Is there something going on?"

I hate it when kids ask their parents questions the parents normally ask their kids.

Just then, the bathroom door opened, and thankfully Eva had another towel wrapped around her.

"Hey, Anita, I thought I heard you. You all set?"

"What'd you get Tommy?"

"What did I get him?"

"Yeah. Mom said you got him something special."

"Oh." I was trying to give a signal not to tell her anything. "Come on, Carol, let's tell her. This whole thing was her idea."

"Tell me what?" Anita asked, with a curious smile.

"Well, understand that...um, Eva wanted to help."

"Don't put this just on me. You're an accomplice."

"An accomplice? Did you break a law or something?"

"A law of nature, you might say," I explained.

"All right, I'm officially confused."

"Tommy took Cialis this morning," I said very matter-of-factly.

"Wait. That's the 36-hour one, isn't it? I thought he wasn't supposed to know."

"He doesn't know," said Eva.

"How could he take it and not know?"

"Because I mixed it in his orange juice this morning."

"How did you get it?"

"I put it in her purse at the office last night. Heck, I mean, you don't have a party like this and not try to make it a hit," Eva said.

"Well, that explains something."

"What's that?" I asked.

"Tommy was fidgeting a lot when he was driving, and at the store, he was - I guess you'd say he was 'adjusting' himself a lot."

"Where is he now?"

"Anita!" Tommy called up from downstairs. "I could really use your help getting all this stuff ready. It's your party, you know."

"And I'm having it for you," Anita called back, rolling her eyes.

"Some things never change," said a smiling Eva. "We were the same way."

"Okay, Sweetheart, why don't you go help him," I encouraged.




Doctor Eva Ch. 03



It was such a restful sleep. It might have continued uninterrupted, except for all of the voices poolside I heard. I got out of bed - even sound asleep, Eva was gorgeous - and went to the window, slightly opening the venetian blinds.

I was greeted with quite a sight. Anita, María, Nina, and Tommy didn't even bother getting dressed. They were all naked, perfectly at ease in their own skin, like it was the most natural thing in the whole world. Tommy was really natural. He was clearly getting hard, but then again, what guy wouldn't in that company? Yesterday's "Vitamin C" was certainly helping.

He must have been practicing his Spanish. They were having a lot of fun rolling R's and trying to get him to do it better. I'm not sure why, but he got in a playful tussle with María. She pushed his shoulders, he pushed back, and before you know it, they were sort of wrestling standing up, their hands and elbows locked as they struggled to push each other. I felt an arm slip around my waist.

"Watcha looking at?" yawned Eva.

"Adonis and his Aphrodite's," I answered, holding her close.

María and Tommy still struggled, apparently unaware - or not caring - that Anita and Nina were snapping photos of them with their smart phones. It got a little more interesting when María broke one hand free and tried to grab Tommy's cock. Some girls never learn. When she bent over, Tommy wrapped his arms around her waist and flipped her upside-down, facing away from him, opposite the way he did that with Anita the day before. More pictures, laughter. María's legs rested on his shoulders, his penis nestled in her flowing black hair, inspiring him to taste her in any number of ways. Anita and Nina snuck up to them and gave them a push, laughing hilariously as they sprawled into the pool. When they surfaced, you could see that they thought it was funny, too. María came up behind Tommy and put her hands on his shoulders, a silent signal for him to wade and swim through the water with her in tow. I so wanted to take my own pictures, professionally, and a lot closer. Even underwater. You should see what happens to a hard-on when it's submerged. It makes water sports so much easier...and enjoyable.

"You think he'll be able to keep it under control when he goes off to college?" Eva asked.

"I don't think he'd do anything to intentionally jeopardize his scholarship. Unintentionally might be another matter. I think I can talk more openly with him now. I don't want him to become - what was that we called the sex fiends?

"Franken-fucks."

We both broke up laughing. "Yeah, that's it."

"You think he might be interested in seeing where I work out?"

"You know, he just might. He's slipped off his usual routine since graduation, so he probably needs to get started again. He reports in just over a month, and I know he wants to be ready, especially for the first week."

"What happens the first week?"

"Supposedly it's hell."

"Soccer?"

"Oh, yeah. They want to know who's serious. There's always one or two that quit."

"Well, I gotta get my car. It's still at the office, and I always get antsy when I leave it unattended like that. So, can you drop me off and then you can follow me?"

"How far is your gym?"

"Oh, it's real close," she smiled.

"What are you hiding?"

"Nothing, nothing."

I dialed Anita's cell and told her Tommy needed to get dressed with some workout clothes to go with me. Even from my perch I could see that he didn't want to leave his "little friends."

I let Eva borrow some of my clothes for the journey and got cleaned up. We met up with Tommy, but before we left, I dashed out back to tell Anita we might be gone a little while. They were relaxing in the Jacuzzi.

Back inside, he didn't have anything with him, so I suggested that he might want to bring a change of clothes.

"Why?"

"Eva wants you to see her gym and I thought you might want to get in a workout."

He looked out at the pool like it was the worst possible time to ask. Mothers, even stepmothers, tend to specialize in that.

"Now?"

"Yes, now. Now go on and get your things. You've got camp coming up."

He clenched his teeth as we went upstairs. Still frustrated when he came back down, he didn't hide his impatience as he went towards the front door. Eva and I followed. He seethed as he got in the back seat, leaving the front for us.

The ride was mostly uneventful. Tommy muttered silently under his breath while Eva and I continued to catch up. It was a mixture of sorority reminiscing and life sharing, and I was struck how, emotionally at least, we had a lot in common. Tommy just shook his head and rolled his eyes, I saw in the rearview mirror.

"Tommy," I reminded him, "Dr. Cabrera is still our guest, and a very dear friend."

"I know, I know. Sorry."

"Tell you what, Tommy," Eva offered. "If you don't like it, you can leave whenever you want and that will be that."

"But what if I - ," I started.

"Relax, Carol, I'll bring you back."

"I'm okay with that," said Tommy.

"But starting tomorrow you're back to two-a-days, clear?"

"Clear."

We reached her office parking lot, and the Mercedes convertible had to be hers. It was the only car in sight.

"Had that long?" I asked.

"Yeah, a couple of years. It gets me where I'm going."

"I had you pegged for a Mercedes, or maybe an Audi."

"My last car was an Audi."

"And you rib me for liking European."

"That's the public me," she said, winking. "Um, Tommy, I'm gonna have your Mom ride with me and you can follow. Is that all right?"

"Sure. I'll have the keys once we get there."

Eva and I got out while Tommy moved to the front seat. I loved the smell of the Mercedes' leather interior. Eva got some sunglasses out of the glove compartment and put them on.

"Gotta play the part," she said nonchalantly.

She opened the top, put it in gear, and just being in the car with her gave me a feeling of privilege. I could get used to this! I hadn't felt like a lady of luxury since I don't know when.

Tommy stayed close behind us, but then we came to an intersection with a light, and Eva gunned her way through it as it changed, leaving Tommy stuck. He wouldn't chance it with a cop car coming up beside him.

Eva pulled over so she wouldn't lose him, then quickly pulled out her cell and speed-dialed a number.

"Hey, it's Evie."

"Evie?" I asked.

"Sshh," she gestured.

"You guys free this afternoon?...Yeah, I know it's last minute, but this is special, really special...an old sorority sister I haven't seen in ages..."

"I'm not old!"

"Sshh!" she gestured again.

"And a...a mutual acquaintance...scholarship athlete starting college...soccer...yes, he's 18...Tommy...does it matter?...my place...how does double the weekend rate plus tip sound?...cash...I thought you'd say that...we might be downstairs, so if no one answers the door, just let yourselves in...about an hour-and-a-half...Thanks! Ciao!"

The light changed and Tommy pulled up behind us. Eva started off again.

"What was that all about?" I asked. "You're not lining up hookers, are you?"

"I'm a doctor, for crying out loud! They're what you might call part-time employees of my health club."

"What else might I call them?"

"Very good at what they do."

We were now on a quiet side street, lined with very nice houses that some would call "MacMansions." She pulled into a semi-circular driveway and parked at the far end, Tommy drawing up behind us.

"This is your place?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"Be it ever so humble."

"Why does one person need all this?"

"Well, at first, it wasn't going to be just one person, but once Eddie screwed me, it wasn't so much a home as it was a retreat. So, this is all about how I get away, and I don't need a travel agent to make it happen."

"Whoa!" Tommy said, getting out of the car. "I'm going to med school."

"If you're just in it for money, don't even think about med school," cautioned Eva as she got out. "I can't count the number of people who made the same mistake. They were in it just for the bucks, but they never thought about four more years of school, plus specialization, plus residency. And when you're a resident, patients and doctors treat you like crap. The hours suck, and you have no social life."

"Then why did you do it?"

"Because I wasn't in it for the bucks. Carol probably had it worse, being a nurse."

"It was bad, I can tell you that," I said.

"Why?" asked Tommy.

"Because some people see 'nurse' and all they see after that is sex."

"You didn't go through that, did you?" asked Tommy, and it was really sweet of him how he hugged me.

"I still go through it, just not nearly as much."

"Why didn't you ever tell us?"

"Being hit on isn't exactly something you talk about at the dinner table. I started wearing one of my wedding rings during shift. That usually keeps the wolves at bay. Usually."

"I'd kill anyone I found doing that to you, after all we've been through and what you've done for us."

My eyes stung. He had never said anything like that before, and just hearing him say that made it all worth it. I still don't know what made me want to say, "I love you so much" in such an affectionate way, but it was out there now.

Eva led us inside. "Palatial" would be an understatement. A high, arching foyer with an ornate chandelier. Cherry wood everywhere. A curved staircase led upstairs and its companion led down.

"Over this way," our tour guide started, leading us to the left, "is the kitchen and dining room."

Fully equipped. A charming breakfast nook that looked out over the back yard, where I could see that her own pool was nearing completion. The dining room was complete with china cabinets and a table that could easily sit eight, and the only thing I could think about was all the lonely meals she must have had there. Nobody could blame her for letting her wild side show over the last couple days. I certainly didn't.

Going back past the foyer and great room, she led us to the study with its screened-in patio. This was a home office on steroids, bookcases lining the walls, but the real reason it took my breath away was because it also made for the perfect studio.

"Could you orient me?" I asked Eva.

"What do you mean?"

"Where does the sun set?"

"Right through those windows. Why?"

"I can scheme, too."

My mind raced with possibilities. Shadows. Silhouettes. There was a time when I could make an entry-level SLR sing, and right then, it was like a Mozart opera had consumed me.

"What's going through that mind of yours, Carol?"

"Nothing, nothing," I retorted, just like she said to me in the car.

"Come on. Let me take you upstairs."

Once up top, we saw that it was a five-bedroom, two bedrooms at each end with a bathroom and linen closet. We stood before the entrance to the master bedroom. I had a big grin on my face after we entered.

"You still have it," I observed.

"Of course, I do. You didn't think I'd get rid of it, do you?"

"That's you?" said Tommy, half asking, half stating.

"Damn right, it's me."

"I haven't seen that in - "

"Don't say how long. It's been long enough."

The object of our attention was an oil painting over the fireplace. A younger Eva was in bed, naked under the covers, sheets pulled up to her chin, a smile that wreaked of sexual satisfaction, the viewer left to wonder whether she had just woken up or was ready for another go. Could be both. Or maybe she was taken with what she was "seeing."

"She's looking right at me," said an awestruck Tommy.

"She keeps looking at you, too."

"I don't understand."

"Here. Let me take your hand so you don't trip. Keep your eyes on her, and walk across the room."

Tommy's mouth gradually opened more and more as he crossed the bedroom.

"She's following me! How can that -?"

"Pretty cool, huh? You have to go to Paris or London to find paintings that do that, and they're 500 years old. Now, if you really want to be blown away, go up and look in the corner. Lower left."

No sooner had Tommy done so that he snapped his head back towards me.

"You did this?"

I smiled and shrugged my shoulders.

"That ain't all. Come with me."

We were at the doorway to the master bath, and just inside, there hung a color photo of a woman. Nude. Face down on a massage table, in a garden, her masseuse dressed in white with a towel draped over her shoulder.

"It's okay to get turned on, but it's art."

"Nude art," I said. I especially liked the way you were almost forced to follow her legs up, or follow her back down, but either way, you were going to zero in on the two perfectly-shaped spheres of the model's ass. Tommy was having a reaction. At least he remembered his underwear.

"You again?" he asked. "And Mom -?"

"Yeah, Honey, I took that picture."

"You're...good. We never saw you - why did you stop?"

"Life kind of got in the way and took away the desire."

"Let me tell you something about her," Eva interrupted. "I bet she's still something of a legend on campus. She was the only student who wasn't an art major who got her own exhibitions. And these things were packed. She pissed off a lot of people."

"Who?"

"Mostly the esoteric crowd who bought a few gallons of acrylic from Home Depot, threw it against a wall, and called it something stupid like 'Conflict.'"

"You're being generous," I said.

"No, I'm being truthful. Do you know I was offered six figures for your masterpiece out there?"

"You're kidding."

"No, I'm not, and more than once. They kept raising the ante and I kept saying 'not for sale.'"

I was so touched hearing that validation.

"Who would pay that much for something like that?"

"Guess."

"Guess? I don't know. Maybe some old guy."

"Not old, and not a guy, or guys. Uh-uh. They were women, my age or younger, professional, women."

"Now you've got me curious, Eva," I said. "How did that come about?"

"Same story. Their bedroom was more like a morgue and they thought a virtual voyeur might liven things up."

"Well, why didn't you just tell me? I could give it another go."

"And just how was I supposed to do that if I didn't know we were practically neighbors until two days ago?"

"Point taken."

"Come on. Let's go downstairs. Tommy might like this."

We descended the staircase, and at the foyer, Eva made sure she was at the front. The stairs wound down, and as we reached the lower level, both Tommy and I couldn't believe what we were seeing. He summed it up best.

"You have your own health club?!?!"

"Something like that."

It had to be a converted family room. A large, flat-screen TV adorned the right wall, and facing it were four cardio machines: stationary bike, elliptical machine, stair master, and rower. Back in the left corner was a Jacuzzi, at least a seven-seater, to its right sliding glass doors leading to the pool. A doorway was to the left of the Jacuzzi, Eva leading us there once we had regained our senses. The doorway led to a room not quite as long as the "rec room," with a washer-dryer mini-tower, towel stand, clothes hooks, a glass-enclosed two-headed shower, and taking up the left part of the room, a sauna. I guessed it could hold six people easily.

"Is this the gym you were talking about?" I asked.

"Mmm-hmmm."

"You still want to go home, Tommy?"

"Can I try it out? Do you use all this?"

"Pretty much," Eva explained. "I usually pick two machines and do 30 or 35 minutes on each, then hit the sauna and the hot tub before taking a shower. I just throw everything in the washer afterwards so that it's ready for tomorrow."

Tommy cautiously approached the elliptical machine and began slowly getting into rhythm.

"Here. Here's the remote for the TV. Sports channels are in the 600s."

Tommy started a slow warm-up, advancing through the channels until he found a soccer match. He sped up and slowed down like he imagined himself on the pitch, running with his team, trying to take a header, grimacing if they missed an easy goal.

"I'm going to show Carol the sauna, so we'll be back here, okay?"

"Yeah. Whatever," he answered.

We just smiled. Guys and sports. Eva turned on the sauna.

"Let's get out of these," she said, getting undressed.

"You have a dress code?"

"Yeah. You have to sit on a towel."

"Sounds like someplace I know and love."

We reached grabbed a couple of towels, hanging our clothes on the hooks and entering the sauna both completely nude. On the wall next to the door, there was a speaker box with a red light over it.

"Intercom?"

"Yeah. I can talk with people out there without losing any heat."

"What's the light? A warning you've been in too long?'

"It's actually a silent alarm. It's wired to the doors upstairs and flashes if someone comes in."

With the towels on the bench, we both sat and waited for the heat to fill the room. As it got hotter, Eva took a ladle of water and poured it over a bucket filled with stones, the hissing sound a sign of more steam being released into the air.

"This must have set you back." Conversations on a sauna were always hushed. I could never figure out why, even when it was just two of us.

"Believe it or not, I actually come out ahead."

"How's that?"

"For as long as I figure I'll stay here, the cost of a gym membership, plus what it does for the resale value, I actually end up making money."

My pores opened and beads of sweat covered my skin.

"Speaking of making money, I was really touched hearing about how you refused to sell...my little handiwork."

"Did you ever come up with a name for that?"

"Oh, yeah."

"Well what was it?"

"Not telling."

"Come on. I'm the one in it. I should know."

"It might spoil things."

"Come on."

"Look, what a person thinks it should be called is a lot of times better than what the artist thinks it should be called."

"Okay, have it your way. What did you, as a person, think it should be called?"

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

I paused. "Ready For More."

We both split a side laughing so hard.

"Yeah, yeah," Eva said between laughs, "I guess that's one way to look at it."

"There were others."

"Like what?"

"'Rise and Shine.' 'Come and Get It.' 'Where you going?' 'Dressed So Soon?'"

Eva was laughing hysterically.

"And then there's my personal favorite."

"Stop! Stop! I can't take much more of this! What is it?"

"You don't want to know."

"Yes, I do! Yes, I do!"

"Where's the rest of the team?"

We were both laughing, but Eva had this blend of shock and laughing so hard that she couldn't make a sound.

"Now, wait a minute! Wait a minute! I never did that. You know what happened to girls who did. Most of them didn't graduate. Or if they did, they couldn't get hired, or stay married."

"I didn't say it was a men's team."

"Oh, good come-back. The women's volleyball team, when they won a playoff, ¡caramba!"

"And when they lost a playoff?"

"¡Caramba!" we both exclaimed together, laughing even harder.

"Wait, I don't remember seeing you there."

"That's because you weren't with visitors."

"Oh, you traitor!" she protested, throwing her extra towel at me.

"Hey, you know how it is. Fresh face and all that. Besides, I got a ton of experience treating sports injuries that really helped Tommy once his soccer took off."

"Speaking of which..."

Through the steamed glass, we saw the blurred figure of Tommy, his gym clothes darkened by sweat. He must have had quite a workout. We watched him undress through the mist. Once he was nude, he opened the shower door, leaned in, turned on the shower, and waited for the water to get hot. Right as he was about to go in, something was wrong.

"Aw, dammit!" he yelled.

Eva pressed the intercom switch.




Doctor Eva Ch. 03



"What's the matter, Tommy?"

He spun around, not expecting someone to be able to talk with him.

"You can talk with me?"

"Yeah. Is something wrong?"

"Yeah. I thought we were going to a regular gym and left my change of clothes in the car."

"Just throw them in the washer on the quick cycle."

"How long will it take?"

"Between that and drying, maybe an hour."

"I won't need that long for a shower."

"Well, use the hot tub, or heck, you can even come in here."

"I'd have to shower again."

"So?"

"All right."

He got in. About ten minutes after his shower started, the red light started flashing slowly.

"That must be them," Eva noted.

I heard some thumps coming down to the "health club," and shortly later, the fuzzy outline of two women dressed in white entered. Eva cracked open the sauna and they waived to each other. One of the women pointed to the shower and Eva nodded. Cool air rushed in and I thought it might time for a break. Like it was no big deal, they opened the shower door.

"Yaaah!" Tommy yelled. "Who are you?!?!""

"I'm Susan and this is Valéria."

"Bon dia."

"Bon what?" asked Tommy. "That's not Spanish."

"No, it's Portuguese. My name means 'strong.'"

"Didn't Evie tell you? We're here for your massage. You know, you should stand up straight. You might do some real damage hunched over like that."

"Massage?" I asked, wrapping a towel around myself as I stepped out of the cabin.

"Oh, wow. Are you the sorority sister? You look as young as Evie. I'll have to get your secret before we leave."

Flattery will get you everywhere, I thought.

"So, you're some sort of out-call operation?" I asked.

"We describe it as personal referral massage therapy."

"Personal referral?"

"Yes, ma'am. You won't find us in the yellow pages. Heck, we don't even have a web site. We're word of mouth only, and even then, we don't take just anybody. Here's a card. See the number in the lower right corner?"

"It's not a phone number."

Valéria started drying off Tommy's shoulders.

"Nope. That's a client number. Go ahead and keep it. Anytime we get a call out of the blue asking for an appointment, we ask for the client number of the person that referred them. If they don't have it, that's it until they get it. Then we call the person who has the client number to confirm. Sort of like a background check."

I read the card.

"'Private Heaven.' You're an LLC."

"Yeah. We pay state and federal taxes, we do our own W-2s, we even have Roth IRAs. When we first started, we thought about keeping it underground, but then there were a lot of things we couldn't get, like loans, without showing earned income. Then there were all the questions about how we could spend money without having declared income, so we made it legit."

"Mixed clientele?"

"Sure. We have professional, retired, semi-retired, stay-at-homes- "

"I meant men and women."

"Men? No, we're ladies only. Most of the time. There might be something special like a birthday present, or Tommy here, but that's case-by-case."

"Wouldn't that be discrimination?"

"Well, we like to think that we 'discriminate' the same way a gynecologist does. Besides, we're at the courthouse on Fridays, so if there were ever any complaints, we could work them out."

"You're having legal problems?"

"Not like you might think. It's more a scheduling issue. We have - what is it, Valéria? - four judges and six prosecutors as clients. It was pretty obvious what was going on, because we'd show up and suddenly people started wondering if they forgot their appointment. So, we got together over lunch one day and worked out a solution."

"In the courthouse? Would it be a violation if I asked where?"

"I don't think so. Judges' chambers. You won't see that on 'Law and Order.' The ladies all pitched in to buy tables that they keep in their closets. That doesn't arouse any suspicion. Plus, they tell us that productivity is way up."

"Come, Tommy, let's start your massage," said Valéria. Her voice had such an exotic tone.

The rest of us followed them back into the exercise room. A massage table more the size of a twin bed had been set up just a few feet in front of the hot tub.

"Have you ever had a massage before, Tommy?" asked Valéria.

"Um...no," he answered.

"We do something special for first-timers. We call it a sensitizing ceremony."

"What happens?"

"First, you must completely relax, close your eyes, and let us do everything."

"Evie," asked Susan, "can you put on your spa music?"

She activated the sound system in the hot tub, and relaxing, synthetic music filled the air. Eva then took my hand and led me to the Jacuzzi, undoing our towels and helping me into the hot, swirling water. The massage table was right in front of me, a few feet away.

"Now, Tommy," Valéria explained, "we want you to be comfortable with all the ways we'll touch you, no surprises, so just keep your eyes closed and relax."

Four hands lightly swirled through his hair, over his face, his neck, his chest, his back. They kept them there, repeating the motions, over and over.

"You like that?" Susan asked.

It was a dumb question. Of course, he did. His cock was jutting out.

"Yes," he whispered.

"Okay, we're going to change a little."

They knelt and began their feather touches up his legs, up and down, calves, tickling behind his knees, dropping down, inner calves, working up, thighs, up and down, fingertips, backs of fingers, inner thighs.

"Spread your legs a little," ordered Valéria.

Inner thighs. Back of his thighs. Can't you see him getting even harder?

Hands over his ass. Hands up and down his ass. Hands brushing against his balls. Hands between his legs. Hands massaging his balls. Hands running over his cock. Hands tugging his cock.

"You massage that too?" Tommy wailed.

"Sure, we do," said Susan. "That's your Private Heaven."

I gave Eva my best "You've got to be kidding me" look. She smiled and crinkled her nose.

"Why don't you lay on the table?" Valéria suggested.

She guided him to the far end, his feet directly before us. Valéria traced her fingertips down his back, over his ass, and down his legs, where she took his left ankle and moved it to the table's edge. Doing the same with his right ankle, Tommy was pretty much spread open giving us an eyeful all the way up to his jewels.

My mind began snapping images in color and black and white, the near-perfect companion to that picture I took of Eva so many years ago. Tommy's legs were muscular and his ass so rounded, but the real attention-grabber was what lay between: his perineum, begging to be stimulated; his balls, aching to be squeezed. I almost passed out when he rolled to his left, reached underneath, and adjusted his penis so that it pointed towards us before rolling back. Did he do that because he thought we were watching? Did he do that for the therapists? What a photo that would make!. If he could bend his right knee just a little, any woman seeing that would throw caution to the wind and start fingering herself on the spot. Art can do that to people.

Eva and I both licked our lips and nervously breathed through our mouths, adjusting ourselves so that jets of hot water pulsated us between our legs. The therapists worked their way down Tommy's back. He had no idea how good a massage could feel. They worked his shoulder blades, sides - he liked being tickled - and then they neared the rising spheres of muscular flesh that we had been fantasizing about from the opposite end. Fingertips swirled and made gentle circles around his ass - he loved it- and then followed the centers of his legs down to his ankles.

They worked the oil deep into his skin, kneading his calves, on top, outside and inside. Just above the back of his knees, things started to get interesting. Tommy's breathing became more pronounced, especially as they started moving their way up the insides of his thighs. It was cute, really. He spread his legs so that his ankles rested on the edge of the table, and as their hands went higher, propped himself up ever so slightly on his knees. Well, well, well. Tommy's learning more about his body - how he likes to be touched, and where. Susan and Valéria were no dummies. There were smiling as much as we were, albeit for different reasons. We were enjoying the show, and the ladies knew they had him under their total control. They were going to have fun with this.

We didn't have to wait long. They wanted to see where they could take him on their sensual journey, so they began concentrating on the insides of his thighs, going ever so higher. And with every inch closer they were to his ass, Tommy pulled his knees up a little more, spreading his legs a little wider, a silent signal that he wanted so much more. Of course, with his knees up and his penis so hard, those balls of his just hung down and his cock had sprung up so that it was almost touching his belly.

"I think I'm going to rinse off and go back in the sauna," I said as I started to stand. I made just enough noise so that Tommy could hear me step out, then held an index finger to my mouth to everyone as I tried to get back in as silently as possible. They all smiled at me, knowing what I was up to.

He was completely up on his knees, legs spread wide, his head resting on the table with his eyes closed. The therapists allowed themselves an occasional graze between his legs, and he must have thought he was being subtle as he kept shifting his hips to the one her thought closest to the Promised Land. They loved playing with him, almost torturing him as his breathing mixed with gasping, and when they thought he had had enough, they each ran a single finger up and down right behind his balls. Someone unaware of what was happening might have though he was in pain, but it was nothing but pure pleasure.

Valeria's hand lightly ran over his balls, smiling as she continued her exploration of her new client. Gradually, she took them into her hand and squeezed them rhythmically, the other hand a playmate of Susan's as they stimulated his perineum. Tommy cried like a little baby when Susan reached between his legs and started sliding her hand up and down his cock at the same time.

"Seems like someone likes their Private Heaven," said Susan playfully. That's when she gripped his penis and pulled it back between his legs so that it bunched his balls up and pointed straight back towards us. She made circles around his penis head while Valeria began working her way into the depths of his crease. She massaged one side as she spread him open, causing Tommy to cry as the cool air rushed in. Oiling her hands thoroughly, she traced her finger up to the small of his back and down through to his balls, while Susan slid her hand the length of his cock, released, and smiled as it flew up and smacked his belly. Reach-pull-release, reach-pull-release, over and over while Valeria's index finger zeroed in on his button. As her finger slid in to the first knuckle, Susan pointed his cock towards the floor and gave him a long, flowing stroke, but before she reached the end, her other hand gripped him at the base of his shaft and slid down, repeating this over and over as Valeria's finger went deep into him. She switched to her middle finger and gently worked her way in, deeper and deeper, and I saw that there was a wonderful harmony to the way they moved. They were milking him. Eva was practically fucking the water jets by now, and I couldn't help but turn towards her slightly and slip my hand between her legs to help her along. Tommy's wailing, yelling told me he was about to explode, and while I wanted to stop it because I thought it was too soon, almost as if his cries were a pre-arranged signal, they began to relent, pulling him back from the edge as they became more tender, more gentle. Valeria eased one leg back to the table, then the other, her hands gliding up and down his legs. Susan complimented her with long, graceful touches over his back as his breathing returned to normal.

"Just relax," Susan encouraged. "We're gonna turn you over in just a second." She pointed back to the sauna room and silently said, "Did you want to go back again?"

I nodded and stepped out as silently as I could. Fortunately, the bubbling of the jets and the spa music masked my exit.

"Okay, Tommy, very slowly, roll onto your back."

As he did so, he looked at the Jacuzzi and seemed worried.

"Where's - "

"Carol? She's been back in the sauna. Been there for a while, too."

He seemed relieved, probably worried that I had seen all that happened. Now, in his mind, I hadn't. He seemed comfortable being so erect in front of them. His nudity in front of Eva was almost becoming commonplace, and maybe he was starting to learn to enjoy it. That would mean he was becoming more like his father, and even after all these years, I still missed him. I began to feel like my high school girlfriends, with their tales of spying on their brothers - sort of like Anita - but this was becoming my moment for some racy fun. I was almost a teenager again.

They draped a towel over his hips, covering his penis, and another covering his face.

"Why are you covering my face?" said a muffled voice.

"For your enjoyment," explained Valeria.

"I own unnerstan," he said from beneath the towel.

"Well, Tommy," Susan continued, "we found that the enjoyment of a massage really takes off if it comes as a surprise, like not knowing what's next. Some people don't care for this because it might get in the way of breathing, so, if that happens, just let us know, 'cause other people like watching, too."

They each oiled their hands and began kneading his fingers, then forearms, and when they reached his biceps, they marveled at his tone.

"You know," noted Susan, "I never thought soccer players had such good upper body strength."

"Fro-ins, ba-ance, and jostling."

"What's jostling?"

He removed the towel from his face.

"It's when you have to throw an elbow to keep someone out of your territory. It's a lot more physical than most people think."

They were now working his pectorals.

"We'll," said Susan, "you look like you could jostle just about anyone."

"Except Ronaldhino," joked Valeria, "and maybe Marta."

"Wait a second," he said, ripping off his facial towel and sitting up halfway. "You don't think I could take Marta?"

Valeria smiled broadly. "I'm impressed you know who she is."

"Know who she is? She learned Swedish to play for her club team in the Women's Allsvenskan league. She royally pissed me off in the 2007 Women's World Cup against the United States, and I was the happiest SOB anywhere in 2011 when we played against her in Germany. Those tears when she lost? All, I said was, "Yeah, baby!"

"You either make me every happy that you know so much or very angry that you do not like our heroes."

"I respect your heroes. M-, um, Carol went with a bunch of us to see her play when she played soccer here. It was a thing of beauty."

"Carol likes football, too?"

"She has what you might call an acquired taste."

My. Just a few minutes ago, he was ready to explode his jism all over Eva's basement, and now, here he was getting into a soccer argument. This sport had that kind of impact on people.

"Ok, Tommy, towel on or towel off?" asked Susan.

"I'm sorry. On."

"Now, calm down," she instructed, her hands gliding effortlessly over his pects, with a quick pinch of the nipples. Their hands continued their swirling motions, edging ever closer to his abdominal towel, his breathing becoming more pronounced, until Susan's hand dipped beneath the terry cloth. It stayed there, playing with his hair, as Valeria's hand pushed one edge aside, exposing his hip as the towel was prominently tenting. They rocked his body back and forth until the towel slipped and exposed his penis, causing him to gasp. They didn't care as it fell to the floor, leaving him completely exposed, his penis swaying as their gentle body motions rocked him to and fro. He had to wonder why they made no effort to cover him, didn't he?

Their fingers raced along the outside of his hips, down his legs, to his feet, where their fingers with a fresh coating of oil began stimulating him again, working up his calves, until unexplainably stopping at his knees. Then I understood why. They each took a leg simultaneously and spread them wide, working the outside, top, and inside as they inched towards his cock. They tortured him as their hands danced all around his penis, his body writhing in the hope that his cock would contact their hands. Valeria was standing at his head, leaning down, whispering.

"Should I be pleased you know our football, or punish you that you make fun of Marta? Hmm?"

Her hands swooped over his torso back towards his cock, and as she picked up one leg and put it on her shoulder, she raked her fingers over his glutes and let them travel to his button, almost scratching it as he twisted and contorted himself. She picked up his other leg and placed it on her opposite shoulder, and leaning forward, he reached up and grabbed his ankles, pulling them back towards his head. I had no idea he was so flexible! With himself so exposed, it was no surprise that her fingers traveled the length of his crease, zeroing in on that center of unspoken delight, rapidly going to the first knuckle, then the second, until she was finger-fucking him to the third and beyond.

"Pleasure or punish?" she demanded, plunging deep inside him while she massaged his cock.

"Plea-, pun-, oh, oh fuck, pleasure me, punish me, I don't fucking care!"

Eva stood up as I stared out of the sauna room. She walked to the head of the table and threw the towel aside. Leaning forward, she looked at Tommy deep in his eyes and threw her lips into his, each kissing the other deeply, passionately, until Eva broke free and planted one knee on the massage table. She swung her other leg around so that she was positioned over Tommy's face, then gently eased her hips down so that her pussy covered his head completely. She started sliding over his yearning mouth.

That's when I realized that Tommy couldn't see. I cautiously exited the sauna room, and while Eva was sliding her pussy back and forth over Tommy's mouth, his cock hard beyond belief, I realized that I had the chance for the fuck of a lifetime, or at least the best fuck ever in many years.

I approached his glorious erection, wondering if my pussy was worthy of such a magnificent specimen, and like Eva, I put one knee on the table, swung them other over, and mustered up the courage to straddle him. Eva tossed her head back encouraging me to join her, and as I was over him, Valeria grabbed his penis and began sliding it back and forth over my pussy. I was tingling all inside.

Tommy's penis was what you would call normal, maybe just over six inches (please, guys, we know better), but it was just beautiful to behold, especially when he was fully aroused. I remember studying Greek and Roman sculpture back in the day, and while nude men were very prominent themes, their penis always looked something like an earthworm on a couple of ping-pong balls. Tommy didn't have that little problem, aroused or not. And as Val slid his cock back and forth over me, I could feel myself getting wetter as what felt like little electrical shocks pulsated all over me. I had tried to loosen myself by working my fingers deep inside me, but even then, I was still tight as Val guided me down onto him. It was almost like I was a virgin again, and as I gently rocked up and down over the tip of his penis, I became warmer, wetter, and my cunt expanded to hug him as if a long-lost friend had returned home.

I slid completely down on him, a wave of euphoria engulfing me, so much that I clenched my teeth to keep from crying out. Fucking felt fucking great! I kept my back straight and leaned forward, sliding up his penis, allowing us both to kiss as Tommy licked and probed her between her legs. His hands freely roamed over Eva's breasts. Val took my shoulders from behind and pulled me back down on him, another pleasure wave crashing over me. I slid up, my tongue dancing with Eva's, before Val brought me back down again. Her hands cupped my breasts, squeezing them and rolling my nipples with her thumbs and index fingers. Like a coach, she then placed a hand on each side of my waist and pushed me forward, pulled me down, pushed me forward, pulled me down. She was helping me fuck him, and gone was the tightness. In its place, it was like my pussy was wondering what I was waiting for.




Doctor Eva Ch. 03



I can take it from here, thank you very much. That's what I thought, at least. The ladies were there to give me a treatment, too, I remembered, but I didn't realize the treatment included Val kissing me as I rode Tommy, or Susan kissing Eva as he thrust his tongue deep inside her. I wasn't used to having sex like this, so I paused for just a second as I slid forward, kissing and being fondled by Susan, when I felt one thigh, then another, prop up against my tush. "He's not," I thought. He is.

By bending his legs and supporting me, Tommy's feet were firmly on the table, giving him all the support he needed to thrust deeply into me, again, and again, and again some more. His fingertips found my thighs. I wanted to scream, he felt so good, but I had to keep quiet so that he didn't know it was me. My lips quivered, and Val turned my head to hers, and held index finger to her mouth. I whimpered softly as we deeply kissed, not knowing what she intended as she leaned me back. It exposed my clit so that she could press little circles in it over and over. Tommy moaned deep into Eva's pussy, her reaction as if she was assaulted with a thousand vibrators. As his hands journeyed up and down my body, his thrusting into me was almost out of control, Eva just staring as she watched him slide in and out of me. Susan kissed her neck and fondled her breasts so much that Eva's eyes were pinpoints and she was unable to talk. Tommy tried desperately to snatch his head left and right, prevented by Eva's thighs. His muffled screams alerted me to what was about to happen, and deep within me, I felt what I can only describe as someone pressing and holding a buzzer. It pushed me to an orgasmic edge, and the second time it happened, I went over the cliff. A wave of pleasurable burning overtook me. I grabbed Val and held her tightly, as the wave kept building and building. I knew what was causing this intense orgasm. That's why I was having it. Tommy was coming in me.. He thrust even deeper with each jolt. I trembled nervously as I cried by a whisper in Val's ear. Her fingertips raced over my back, and as she did so, Tommy's penis started feeling... different. It tingled more and was just a touch softer, bathed in his juices and my own. He eased hack on the table, allowing me to gently ride him. Eva looked how I felt - completely spent, afraid to get off him. She nodded towards the sauna and I silently said, "I don't want to." She nodded again, and I held Val, not to help me get through climax, but for the support I knew I'd need just to walk.

I got off the table and staggered as I stood, drunk from sex: my sex, Tommy's sex, Eva's, the therapists. I walked as if I really was intoxicated, just not from alcohol. Val fetched me some water, which I gulped down and asked for another glass. She eased me to the sauna and patted the sweat off me with a towel.

"It has been a long time since you've had such pleasure, yes?" she asked.

"Yes," I whispered.

"Many years?"

"Yes," I hesitated.

"Next time, you must let him see you."

"I don't know if I can."

She started undressing.

"He will think it was me. You must have a secret."

"Yes."

"When a man sees the pleasure he brings to a woman, he is inspired to try to bring you more. He didn't see you. With a young man such as that, seeing you as you were meant to be will make him want to love you more."

She was naked and wrapped a towel around herself.

"Please, let me help you into the sauna."

We entered, and she left as I sat in a corner, catching my breath. I could feel his semen ooze out of me. I'd always rolled my eyes when I heard about guys who measured their output in "buckets," but this was an instance where it was almost true, all the more remarkable considering what had happened over the previous couple of days.

A couple of minutes later, I could see the fuzzy outline of Tommy coming towards the sauna. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, and as he opened the door, he looked in and blurted, "Oh, I'm sorry!"

"Come on in," I encouraged him. I draped my other towel over my front. "There. I'm decent." It was sort of true. He sat at the opposite end of the sauna, facing my exposed side. He had the most difficult time looking at me.

"How long have you been in here?" he asked. He's fishing, I thought. That meant he didn't know, or wasn't sure.

"Quite a while. Maybe too long. I had to get some water and pat myself off."

"OK. I hadn't seen you and was just wondering."

"How was the massage?"

"I haven't had anything, um, like that, before."

"They seem like nice girls."

"Oh, I thought so, too. They talked about another appointment before I left."

"Do you think you'd like that?"

"Oh, this was really good, and, uh, yeah, I might."

"It felt really good and you think you only might like another one?"

"No, I would, I mean, yeah, sure."

"Tommy, you don't need to worry telling me you liked two women running their hands all over you. It's supposed to feel good. You can look at me, you know."

I still couldn't quite break his code. He either knew what I'd done or he was worried I think someone else did something. It was time to push the envelope.

"Did anything happen out there?"

"No! It was a massage. It was just...intense."

Awww. He didn't want Mommy to know he'd had an orgasm. That's OK, Baby. Mommy doesn't want you to know who helped you, or that she had one, too.

Through the misty door, I saw Eva, Susan, and Val coming to join us. They laughed boisterously as they opened the door, all naked, each holding a towel.

"Whoa! I'm all for cramped quarters," exclaimed Susan. "Val, I don't know about you, but I'm ready for a Tommy sandwich." They stood right in front of him, eager to show off their bodies.

Eva sat next to me on the short side of the L-shaped bench, with Valeria first at the bend while Susan nudged Tommy to the middle. Maybe he thought it would offend them if he looked at their naked forms. I could tell this because, by now, I recognized his "I hope they don't find out I'm having an erection" look.

"Tommy, get with the program," said Susan playfully. This is Evie's place, and at Evie's place, we do Euro-saunas."

She reached over his lap and smiled as she looked in his eyes, her blonde hair a perfect complement to the happiness in her voice. She continued smiling at him as she undid his towel and peeled it back.

"Kind of defeats the purpose if you wear anything," she told him.

She and Valeria pressed themselves close to his body and leaned him back. Susan turned sideways to face him and rested her elbow on the top of the bench. Val followed suit, Tommy jumping just a little as they each rested a hand on his thigh and began delicate back and forth caressing.

"First time in the sauna?" Susan asked.

"Huh? Oh, uh, yeah."

She smiled affectionately at him.

"It's OK to just let yourself go."

She was letting him know that he shouldn't try to fight his reaction. This really was a safe place to let himself go. His cock was off to the races, and Susan and Val brazenly watched it as it grew, no longer looking at him, but studying his penis as it returned to arousal. We watched it, too.

"It's beautiful to see," whispered Val. Her gentle touches started going further up and down his thigh. It took me a second to realize that Tommy was looking at me for - something - as I stared at his penis. It was now wickedly arching up, inviting any one of us to straddle him for another wild fuck. I smiled as warmly and as reassuringly as I could, silently telling him, "It's all right, Baby."

Susan kept gazing at his penis, then looked up at Tommy to see him looking at her. She smiled tenderly.

"Maybe for your next appointment you'd like a shower ritual."

"A...shower ritual?"

"Oh, yeah, we always start off a newbie with the sensitizing ceremony, but if they become a return customer, we offer up the shower ritual. Evie's a big fan."

"Shower ritual?" I asked Eva.

"You know how it is," she answered.

"No, I don't." (pause) "But I might be willing to find out," I smiled.

"You want a free sample?" Susan asked Tommy, and standing, she took his hand, quickly joined by Val. "Come on."

They put his arms around their waists as they left. He looked back at me wondering what to do.

"Just go," I whispered.

As the door to the sauna closed, it was just me and Eva.

"How can he still have hang-ups after all that?" she asked.

"I actually think it's a couple of things. He's spent his whole life responding to what people tell him to do. So, when a woman in a position of authority tells him something to do - but not, you know like some whip-cracker - a little authority, like a doctor, or a nurse, or even a therapist, he thinks he has to comply even if it means having to risk getting a hard-on. The other reason is a whole lot more simple."

"What is it?"

"Same as it is for boys and their natural mothers."

"Which is?"

"Mom will kill me if she knows I think about sex."

"You're kidding. How does he think he got here?"

"You're clouding the issue with facts. Besides, did you ever tell your Mom you thought about sex?"

"We had the sex talk, but no, nothing like, 'there's this guy and I want to jump his bones.'"

"I think I should - "

"Wait! I want to hear this."

She jumped down next to the door.

"You can't say anything," she cautioned.

Eva turned on the intercom. Strangely, it was only Susan doing the talking.

"The first thing we do is put soap all over your body, like this... then we work it in, allll over... you like that, don't you?... Then we pour soap over ourselves...and we worked all over each other... Wow! You're a good helper... That's it... That's really it... Then, we use our bodies to give you a good all-over soapy massage... You like how our breasts feel?... Betcha never had your penis rubbed by those...Now wait...You can't do that... Not with Valeria, either... You're the client... No... Wait... Don't... stop... Please... Please... Don't... Stop... Please... Don't stop... Don't stop...I could lose my balance...Aahhhh...You can hold me while I do this?... Yes, you can. Yes, you can... Oh, ride him, cowgirl!...I didn't know that people like you actually existed!"

"We gotta see this," Eva said as she started to climb down.

"No," I stopped her. "Like you said, let them have their fun. Repeat business is the last thing they'll worry about."

"Tommy... Tommy... Oh, fuck! Tommy!... I'm... I'm...Aaaaahhhhhh...Aaahhhhhh...Oh, fuck...Tommy..."

All we heard was heavy breathing, then..." Let me down... down...Oohhh...Oohhh...You wanna cuddle?... Just hold me... Like that... Touch me any way you want...mmmMMMMmmm, like that, too... Val, it's only supposed to be a sample... Don't jump on him. You might hurt him... Tommy, I wouldn't try walking like that."

The water stopped. We could hear them much more clearly.

"You like drying us off, hey, Tommy?"

They gasped almost at the same time.

"We like it, too."

Three naked bodies filled with the wonderment of youth left the shower and danced back to the rec room.

"Where do you think they're going?" I asked Eva.

"Hell, I don't know. Jacuzzi. Massage table. Maybe even the rowing machine."

"The rowing machine?"

"You know, for an artist, you need to be more creative. You need lots of padding, mostly for the knees. The seat slides without the t-bar, so she sits and spreads them wide, he straddles the slider bar, and she plants her arms so that she slides back and forth. Or, he can hold her legs and she can pull herself back and forth. Or - "

"OK, I get it. Have you actually tried this?"

"No, but in theory it should work."

"And remember what they say about theory?"

In unison we said, "It predicts what will happen then explains why it didn't." We both broke up laughing.

"Come on, Eva said, standing and taking my hand.

"Where are we going?" I followed.

"I need a shower ritual."

"But they're with him," I said, stepping down.

"I've done this enough that I know the routine," she smiled. "And then, after that - "

"¡Caramba!"



Doctor Eva



"I said - "

"I'm sorry. I was kidding. No, no problems."

"Examining room humor. Nothing like it," said Eva, chuckling and shaking her head.

A massage-like check of his neck confirmed no lymph node problems. Using her stethoscope, she first listened to his heart, but a page was turned when she listened to his chest. It wasn't just having him breathe deeply. She rested her head on his chest, her eyes closed, "breathe... deeper... again... hold it. Okay, turn around." She repeated this little dance, her body pressed against his, steadying herself with a hand on his shoulder. Good thing she didn't go to prom with him, I thought. "Turn back."

He just stood there. He must have thought he was done. Eva just smiled.

"What?" Tommy asked.

"Go on. Trousers, too. Get undressed."

"Take your pants off, Tommy," Anita ordered. The second glass of wine was having an impact on our, um, bedside manner, and I could see a faint blush on Anita's face. Well, that was understandable. The room was getting warmer.

Tommy stepped out of his pants and hung them behind the door.

Eva palpitated his abdomen, causing Tommy to jump.

"Does that hurt?"

"No, I'm just... sensitive."

"Oh, you mean you're ticklish. Well," said Eva, "how about this? And here? And here?"

Her fingers were poking him all over his abdomen and waist. I loved hearing him laugh, even more with his half-hearted attempts at protesting. He was cute like this. Even Anita thought so.

"See," she observed, "you aren't the only one who can have fun during an exam. And boxers. Good for you!"

"Yeah. Mom won't let me wear briefs most of the time, unless there's practice or a game."

"You know why, don't you?" Eva asked. "I swear," she said, sitting down and turning to me, "sometimes it seems like half of my practice is infertility for the men and urinary tract infections for the women, and it's all because of underwear."

"I've ditched her thongs, too."

"TMI, Mom," Anita protested.

"Hey," Eva retorted, "She's just looking out for you. Who wants more?"

She filled our glasses.

"Hop up on the table."

"Reflexes?"

"That's right," she answered, retrieving the mallet. A few tries getting the desired result, she passed it to Anita.

"Ow!" protested Tommy.

"Not so hard, Honey," I cautioned.

"Sorry. I'm making a mess of things."

"Don't let it shake your confidence," instructed Eva. "Try again, just not as forceful."

This time she got it right.

"Tommy, stand up again. There are several places we check lymph nodes, Anita, and we check in certain areas because more are gathered there. First, both sides of the neck, like I did before, right here. You try. Good. Feel anything unusual?"

"No."

"If you do, tell me, because I can miss something, too. Tommy, hands on your head. Next, we check his armpits."

Tommy struggled to stay still, but he was laughing and twitching too much. Eva smiled playfully, her eyes sparkling, when she started quickly prodding his rib cage.

"St - stop!" he pleaded.

"All right, Anita, you try," said Eva.

Anita smiled at him, more like she knew he was under her control, but good for her, she tried to maintain a professional demeanor, except for a few quick pokes in his stomach.

Eva let out a big breath. We were all flush by now, and it had been something of a long week, so none of the girls thought anything of it when Eva held up her glass.

"More," she told Anita, and of course, she charged all of us, then taking her seat again in front of him. Tommy was definitely driving us home.

"Now, speaking of 'more,' Tommy?"

"Yeah?"

"More!"

"More?"

"Yes. More."

"How much more?"

"Everything, of course."

"There's no room in your glass."

"My glass? Come on, Tommy you know I'm not talking about wine," she said playfully.

"What then?" I really couldn't tell if he was that clueless or if this was his way of delaying the inevitable.

"Your boxers."

"What about them?"

"Take them off," she firmly but softly ordered. Eva looked and sounded... hungry.

He hesitated. Bad move.

"Would you like me to step outside?" I asked.

"He said you could stay, Carol."

"But I didn't think -" started Tommy.

"You didn't think what?" Eva asked. "You've had physicals before, haven't you?"

"Yeah. At least every year."

"Well, then this should come as no surprise. We need to see you naked."

She looked up at him in such a nurturing way. Anita was breathing through her mouth.

"Now, young man," Eva purred, hooking her thumbs under the waistband on each hip, "when I said 'undressed,'" sliding her hands behind him and pushing them down, exposing the top of his ass. She continued this downward pressure as her hands slowly returned to the front, exposing his rug of pubic hair and just the beginning of his shaft. She smiled up at him while her hands slid back again. Now Tommy's tush was completely exposed, the waistband holding steady right underneath. The poor boy. His penis was already rigid, pushing against the cotton and giving me a view through the slit from my angle. She brought her hands to the front again, this time not doing anything to remove his last vestige of clothing. Instead she gently took hold of each boxer leg.

"I meant... " Her eyes were fixated on his. He almost looked terrified as she gave a gentle tug.

"Completely"... Anita fixated on his exposure. Heck, so did I. Have you ever seen a horror movie, and you know what's coming, you just don't know when it's coming? Well, this damn sure wasn't horror, but the build-up was all the same. All of us knew, even Tommy, where Eva was going with this, and my Baby was incredibly turned on, being stripped by a woman doctor in front of a nurse and student nurse. In a way, this was a very tender sight. The only thing holding up his underwear was the head of his jutting penis.

"Breathe, Baby, it's okay," I encouraged him, unable to help myself. I started caressing his back. Backside, too.

"Undressed," Eva whispered, with one last tug. She let his underwear just fall down his legs. Tommy gasped as his penis sprang free and bobbed in the cool air - cool to him, at least. We quickly emptied our glasses and filled them again.

"There, that's not so bad, is it?" Eva cooed. "Just go with it. Enjoy yourself. Think about all the pleasurable sensations, and Tommy?"

"Yes?" he stammered.

"Don't worry about your penis."

Tommy let out a soft whimper at the same time Anita suppressed a giggle, and it almost killed the moment. I couldn't remember a time when I was more disappointed with her. I went straight to my lecture voice.

"Anita, one of the quickest ways to face a disciplinary board is if you laugh at a patient. And if it goes up to a state board - because he can skip the hospital and start there - that will follow every one of your job applications."

"Listen to her," seconded Eva. "Those things can ruin careers."

"I'm sorry," Anita apologized.

"I know he's your step-brother, but he's the one that should get the apology. Erections are a part of masculinity, and he is one very healthy (was I really staring at his cock?) young man."

Anita was beet-red, and it wasn't just from the wine. Her apology really was genuine and contrite, and Tommy proved himself the perfect gentleman by the way he accepted it. He hugged her, took her hands in his, and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. If there was a silver lining, it was that Tommy seemed more comfortable and relaxed. Well, one part of him did, anyway. His legs still trembled a little, and I tried not to make it too obvious when I took a glance, but this was way different when I spied on him at the pool. I hadn't been this close to a completely nude young man in ages, not even on the ward, and he was so close, so aroused, that my feelings conflicted even more than when I watched his nighttime swim. The alcohol played a role, too. I hoped that being tender and reassuring helped. It was the least I could do. With that little awkwardness out of the way, Eva continued.

"Come sit by me, Anita. Where were we?"

"Limp - lymph nodes, " she slurred.

"Lymph, lymph nodes. His nodes aren't... limp. I mean, they're not called that."

Their eyes were fixated on his erection, and they were so close to him that he had to feel their breathing.

"The th-third place, I mean, except around the abdomen, is right here in his groin area, here, where his legs meet up with his torsho, um, torso. I'm okay, Tommy, really. You want to run your thumbs along this area, right here, and check for... any... swelling."

Eva seemed more interested with another kind of swelling. His hard penis freely bounced. Tommy's eyes had rolled back, totally absorbed by Eva's "examination." When she turned the reins over to Anita, my girl looked at me, waiting for a nod of approval which I eagerly gave, all the while reassuring Tommy by telling him, "Don't worry. You're doing fine. It's okay." My light touches over his back and legs helped.

Nobody said anything, not right away. He was becoming even harder than he was in the pool. Of course, it was easy for us to tell him not to worry. We weren't the ones stark naked with a raging hard-on in front of family and a near-stranger for the first time. I don't count my stint as a pool voyeur. There was a big difference between ogling Tommy from afar and trying to reassure him by caressing his body. Tight and firm. Muscular. Sensuous. Maybe that's why he was trembling. Or maybe it was because his cock was so close to Eva's face - I mean like no more than an inch or two - that he was hoping she'd start sucking him any second now. Baby's first blow job, as far as I knew.

"How ya doing, Tommy?" asked Eva.

She knew damn well how he was doing. Any place else and this would foreplay. Anita was pressing her thumbs deep into groin area - but not roughly- causing his penis to bob and sway. She was watching this delicious movement, practically staring, well past what was necessary to make a determination.

"Can I ask something?" Anita queried.

"Sure, anything," answered Eva.

"It looks like his ba-, uh, scrotum is - I don't know how to say this - contracting."

"I'll answer this, Eva. It might be better coming from me."

Tommy really was afraid to breathe.

"Anita, Tommy's... circumcised." Nothing like stating the obvious. "So, what this means is that he doesn't have the... some of the skin he'd need... to 'accommodate' a... full erection. So, his penis, so to speak, 'borrows' some skin from his scrotum to... help matters, and that causes them to tighten."

I think she was more absorbed with what she was doing to him than to my little explanation, because she kept at her regimen throughout it. Tommy couldn't get any more stiff.

"Congratulations, Anita. That is a fully erect penis." Eva liked looking up at Tommy when she said that word.

"When his penis is fully erect, see how it actually angles up from his body. It's not just straight out. Now let me show you something."

Anita flashed up a devilish grin at Tommy and, just leaning forward a little, she and Eva was even closer than before. I couldn't watch. Well, not for long.

"See," Eva instructed, "it starts out straight, and right here - "

Tommy jumped. Eva was touching him, I just knew. I held him closer, and it had been so long since I had held a man so, so, intimately that I lost myself in the moment. My hand glided over his back muscles, down to his waist and back up. "I can only imagine how good this must feel to you," I whispered in his ear. "Go ahead. Enjoy it, Baby."

Yes, I did look down, and yes, Eva was tracing an index finger up and down his penis. I have no idea what he was thinking, but here he was, naked as all get-out, and three women were touching him. Pure bliss.

"This is the shaft, and this shiny part, that's his circumcision scar. See, he wasn't shircum- circumcised - damn, I'm fucked up - we're fine - his foreskin would naturally cover the head of his penis, like this," she said, tugging him. "I can barely get it over his corona, no matter how much I try, see? Be careful with gland, this part here, because it can be real sensitive. Is that sensitive, Tommy? Yeah, it's sensitive. And right here," she continued, "is the meatus," rubbing her thumb over the tip. "He's lubricating, which, you know, 'helps' during sex but it's not as much as women do. Now, you try," Eva told Anita.

Eva and Anita both sipped some more wine, and I joined them, and then, Tommy was looking right down at his step-sister as she held her fingertips so close to his shaft and stopped.

She looked at Eva and asked, "Are you sure this is okay?"

"Have you heard any of this in college?"

"Not in class."

What did she mean by that?

"Then yes, it's okay."

There was something very knowing in her eyes as she studied her brother's facial reactions, running her fingers along his penis. Yes, that's right - fingers. She had good technique. She was driving Tommy crazy. He didn't breathe so much as he gasped. "Don't hyperventilate," I cautioned him.

I wasn't exactly helping the situation. He was just so firm "back there" that a girl couldn't be blamed for wanting to play with him. Good thing he showered before the appointment. My fingers quivered as they slowly ran up and down his crease, and at least in one regard, that kind of pushed him over the edge, in a manner of speaking, because that's when Tommy returned the favor and started playing with my ass, too. Gawd, it felt wonderful.

"Let me show you something else, Anita." That kind of brought me back to reality. "Tommy has a little crook up right here," she said, practically tickling him, "but with some men, it's much more pronounced and it actually causes the penis to point straight up."

That's when she actually gripped his penis and ran her thumb along the underside to make it bend like she just described. I can't describe the noises Tommy made. But I had to hand it to him. Most guys would lose all self-control at this point, or at least take matters into their own hands, but not Tommy. See, Eva wasn't just holding it in position for comparison. She was "demonstrating the difference" over and over. And between getting one heck of a hand job, feeling me up and me feeling him up, Tommy started to relax and get into it.

"You're going to see all kinds, and co-, uh, penishes - penises can become erect to any angle. It just depends on the guy."

"Huh?"

"Ish like a bell curve. About two-thirds are going to point up. A few go straight up or almost straight up, like this" pointing his penis to the ceiling and pulling it down just a little. "But something like shixty percent are between a 30 degree and 85 degree angle, in thish range." She was stroking him as she "demonstrated." "Now, only about ten pershent are straight out, like this. I have to hold it here because he looks like a 40 degree angle kind of guy. And then 20 percent actually point down in this range, and then just a few are straight down or almost straight down, in this range."

She finally let his penis go and watched it spring to its naturally erect state.

"Your turn."

Anita's fingers were already used to stroking him. Now she could manipulate him. And did she ever. "Like this?" she asked coyly, and just as coyly, Eva answered, "Yes, very good!"

Tommy looked at me, and, well, with the wine and everything, all I could do was look at him with the best of my bedroom eyes. Have you and your boyfriend wanted to kiss each other for the first time, and neither didn't want to make the first move? That's how we looked at each other. I really could have used some lip-lock right about then.

Based on our experience, Eva and I both knew that Tommy's balls had to be aching. He needed a release just on humanitarian grounds. But no, Eva was just getting warmed up, which is why she must have gone to the next part of the exam.

"What's a hernia?" she asked Anita. She blinked several times, and her head wasn't exactly balanced. Goodness gracious. My Anita is tipsy.

She let out a sigh, then said, "the protrusion of an organ or the fascia of an organ through the wall of the cavity that normally contains it."

"Wow. Very good. And if I wanted a talking dictionary, I could get an app for it on my iPad. Tommy, did you understand that?"

Tommy couldn't answer. He was laughing too much. It certainly took some tension off him because he started to soften. Eva would have none of it. She started purposefully massaging his balls, if for no other reason than to get him rock hard again. He loved it.

"Tommy, did you understand that?"

"Oh... no," he whispered.

"There. See? Anita, you're going to be on the front lines, and you have to be able to explain to patients what's going on in terms they understand. Try again."

Eva was still gently squeezing him, studying his penis as she kept him stiff.

"Tommy?" Anita asked.

"Yes," he gasped, his eyes as big as saucers.

"Try opening your eyes and looking at me."

Nice come-back. He was warm and wet between his legs. His ass felt good. Get big and stiff for me, Baby. Mommy just might have to suck you off. Here. Let me pull your cheeks apart. You like the cool air rushing in, don't you?

"Tommy, sometimes our organs don't stay where they were meant to stay."

"Mmm-hmm. Mmm-hmm."

"Slow down. Take deep breaths," I whispered, flicking his ear with the"l" and puffing with the "p" and "r." I nibbled his lobe. Eva was more forceful in her massaging. When was I going to get to touch his cock?

"The most common place this happens is in the groin area with the intestine - "

Tommy whimpered and jumped when Eva's finger dipped back and stroked his perineum. "Much better," encouraged Eva. "Now tell him how we check it."

"We have to manipulate your scrotum," Anita explained, taking them in her hand and letting them roll through her fingers.

Tommy was visibly wobbling, more so when Eva wrapped her hand around his cock, muttering "I'll keep this out of the way." If she hadn't, I was going to.

"Press your finger here," instructed Eva. "Cough, Tommy. What did you feel, Anita?"

"It presses."

"Did you feel anything bulge out?"

"No."

By now, my Boy was oozing out of his meatus, and it seemed only natural that Eva was nonchalantly rubbing her thumb all over it. She casually fondled him as she stood, telling Tommy to lay down on the examining table. He seemed almost relieved, and he was so cute the way he breathed heavily with his penis waiving in the air. Eva extended a stirrup at the end of the table, then placed Tommy's foot in it.

"Get the other one," she told Anita, and for the first time, he really protested.

"What are you doing?" he demanded, kicking his foot away from Anita.

"Hey, hey, hey," argued a perturbed Eva, "you don't think we're gonna hurt you, do you? We got juss a couple of things left and we're done, okay. If you don't want her to do it, you can do it on your own."

He was so embarrassed when he looked to me. It was all I could do to just nod my head and smile. And slowly, Tommy's legs spread wide, giving us all a clear view of him - cock, balls, pleasure patch, and his ass - not knowing why he was doing this and what he could expect.

"Take his blood pressure, Anita."

"I already took hish pressure."

"Do it again."

She blinked a few times, got her balance, and started to get the cuff machine.

"What are you doing?" asked Eva.

"You said to take his blood pressure."

"And did I say to use a machine?"

"I'll get one of the manual cuffs."

"I didn't shay to get one of those either. What are you going to do if you're out by yourshelf and you don't have those, huh? What are you gonna do then? Can you take his - his pressure without some kind of device?"




Doctor Eva



"Oh, I can!" I exclaimed.

Eva just smiled. "I know you can, but can she?"

"I'm not sure," a frustrated Anita said.

"Good! Now we're ready to learn. Iss as simple as one-two-three, but it's stupid that two is two, so we'll make it three, but don't forget that's really two, comprende?

"Creo que si."

"Good! All right. Now, this isn't 100% accurate. It's juss a guide, and it only gives you the shis-, sis- "

"Systolic," I corrected.

"Yeah, the big number. Thanks. So, one. You have to be gentle, because if you press too hard, you can make him dizzy."

"Like us," I added.

"Right. So, he's been relaxed for about five minutes, and you should give him five or maybe ten. You relaxed, Tommy?"

"I think so."

"So, one, check his corroded - damn, carotid artery on his neck. Whadda ya get?"

She watched the clock in a few seconds before answering, "About 70."

"If you get a pulse at all, his syshtolic is 'bout 70. Now, the number three is the good old-fashion way, on his forearm at the wris'. If you get a pulse at all, that means that his... you know, big number is at least 80.

"So, what's the third... I mean, you know, what was it? The third one is the second one?

"R-r-right! Well, that would be the - "

"Eva, allow me," I interjected. "He might... take it... a little better. Tommy, do you remember biology when they talked about arteries?

"That was a couple of years ago," he answered, a little confused.

"That's right, and do you remember what they do?" It was surreal that we were having this conversation with Tommy spread-eagled with his ass almost pointing up in the air. Surreal to us girls, anyway.

"You want me to answer that now?"

"Ah, ah, ah. I've taken good care of you and I'm not about to stop." It felt good to assert control. "What do arteries do?"

"I don't know. Wait. Carry... blood... away from the heart?"

"Very good. Now, femoral arteries - "

"Those are the ones going into the legs, aren't they?"

"Whoa! I'm impressed," said a surprised Anita.

"That's very good, Tommy. Baby, do you know why I asked you about all of that?"

"Something about blood pressure?"

"You may want to consider a medical profession, young man. That's right. The last - "

"But it's really the second," interrupted Eva.

"Whatever it is, we check the pulse of the femoral artery, one, or, if you want to be sure, both of them."

"So, is that like, where? My ankles?"

"No, not quite," I said, changing my voice to make it as seductive as I remembered. "We check it right here, where your thighs join your abdomen. Right here," my middle finger running up and down the inside his thigh. I guess I couldn't help it that my thumb grazed him between his leg and flowed over his balls. Woops! I touched your penis. How did that happen? "Or here," I said, repeating the motion on his other side. "I can try to find your pulse on this side... or maybe this side... but Anita needs to find this all by herself." I kissed his forehead. And then, I don't know what came over me, but I just started stroking his penis. My eyes locked on his. "Anita, check Tommy's femoral pulse just like I did."

I wanted him so bad. After all these years, my needs... he was so hard and skin so soft, so warm and so tender. He was in such ecstasy as I stroked him and Anita was so delighted to see him contort in such raw pleasure. He wasn't complaining, that's for sure. Poor Eva. Maybe she felt left out. I guess that's why she just explored him between his legs while we busied ourselves elsewhere. I'd never heard Tommy sexually moan before. Another minute and he'd start using words like "fuck," "suck," and "cum." But the exam wasn't over, not just yet. Time for the grand finale. 

"Damn, look at the time," Eva noted. "We need to wrap this up."

She stumbled as she retrieved a bottle of lube from a cabinet, then got her fingers nice and oily. She held the bottle, waiting for Anita.

"Shouldn't we be using gloves?" Anita slurred.

"Honey, we're way past gloves. Besides, you need to know exactly what you're looking for."

"What's she looking for?" cried Tommy. His face was pure horror.

"Your prostate gland, silly."

She and Anita were now seated between his legs.

"Anita, there's sumping you need to know. Guys always tense up when a man does this do them, but when it's a woman doctor? They won't tell you this," she said lowering her voice and crinkling her nose, " but I think they kinda enjoy it. He might be a li'l tight, so we're gonna, you know, loosen him up a bit."

I wanted to do what I could to keep his mind off of this - oh, "violation," so I playfully fondled him and smiled. I hope he enjoyed my playing with him as much as I enjoyed watching my hand play with him.

Eva started at his perineum and slowly worked her way into his crease. Then she found his button.

"You might wanna make some tiny circles around him, because that helps release some tension. Watch. See? Male doctors just want to shove it in and get it over with. I like it this way because it's part of that 'do no harm' stuff."

Tommy tried to control his moaning. He couldn't.

"Then you insert a fingertip - I like going up to the firsht knuckle, but I do it a few times."

And she did. Tommy was so confused, not knowing if he was in discomfort or whether he should enjoy it.

"Don't go too fast, and when it starts going easier, you can go up to the second knuckle. Now's when you can go faster."

He was making sounds I'd never heard before. I leaned forward and cradled his face with my free hand, kissing cheek, and gently saying, "Sshh, sshh, you're doing fine."

"Then your whole finger can go in and you can feel his prostate. You really need to keep your nails trimmed if you have to this, and then, once you're all the way in, you have to move your finger around to get the size of his prostate."

"It should be about the same size as a walnut, right?" Anita asked.

"Thass right," slurred Eva, now rhythmically plunging deep inside him. Tommy breathed heavily as he bent forward slightly. I thought he wanted to watch, especially because of the way Eva's lustful eyes met his, her tempo quickening. The real reason floored me. He reached up, grabbed his knees, and pulled them towards chest, making himself completely vulnerable to her and she was more than willing to comply. She loved it, especially the way Tommy begged, "go in me, go in me" over and over. She pulled out slowly and pressed her index and middle fingers together, preparing his sweet spot to take them both. In they went, again and again, going deeper and deeper, and as she massaged his prostate, he looked down between his legs, seeing Eva having almost much as fun as he was. I was methodically stroking his cock, and I still don't know what came over me as I kissed my way down his chest, sucking his nipples, and as I rubbed my face through his pubic hair, I knew there was no going back.

I was kissing the head of his penis, licking up and down the shaft, and as that engorged mushroom head filled my mouth, it felt tender and velvety. Every one of the thousands of nerve endings belonged to me, and I gave them as much attention as I could. I took him deeper in my mouth, flooded with sensory overload: soft skin over a hard shaft, warm, hot, tender, firm, and I was showing him why a woman's mouth is like a second vagina - for both of us. My tongue bathed and swirled over him as I bobbed up and down, trying to maintain a rhythm even though he was moaning and twisting his body because of all the sensations. Tommy's hips bucked, causing me to gag, and as I backed off, I saw why. Anita owned his ass, and she was being completely unpredictable: teasing his button with one finger, then two; running a finger up and down the length of his crease; teasing with one finger barely going in, the plunging it and working wonders on his prostate; two fingers in, deeper, deeper still, in and out, over and over; Tommy begging for more. Anita lived torturing him this way.

Tommy's body couldn't stay still. Still holding his legs up, he was contorting and whimpering, pleading, "don't stop, don't stop!" I had him in a firm grip, studying his face, purposefully stroking him. Eva energetically working his balls and perineum. Anita doing a two-finger fuck. That's when Tommy gave his signal. Of course, he didn't know that we knew it was his signal. He started throwing his head back against the padding of the examining table, making incomprehensible noises like, "naaah... nyah... ahh... ahhh... "

"He's getting ready to come," Eva said. Duh. "I wanna see it."

What no one else in that room knew is that I could talk a guy into climax. Observe, ladies, while I talk and stroke his cock.

"Tommy," I said so gently, "someday soon, you're going to be with some hot co-ed, and you'll take turns taking each other's clothes off, and you'll wrap your arms around each other."

My grip was firm and my stroking was designed for one thing only: a massive cum shot.

"Tommy, she's going to push you down on the bed, and then she's going to straddle you, and all you'll want is to feel her up in every place you see."

His eyes stayed closed, but if anything, Eva and Anita increased their intensity.

"She's got a really nice ass, Tommy. I want you to see her ass. I want you to see her gripping your penis and running it back and forth over her vagina. She really loves it. She wants you. Your penis can't wait. She slides down your raging cock and it feels great. Then she leans forward, and you're seeing your penis slide ou, but - oh! She wants you again, and now she's sliding up and down your penis. It feels great. Your fascinated with her pussy lips and how they bathe your penis, over and over - "

And that's when Tommy let out one of the most violent screams I've ever heard. Ropes of cum flew by me, each one making him scream, one, two, three times. Then his cum spurted, each time he barked, and we all had a role to play to get every last drop of semen out of him. Tommy was trembling, quivering, coming down from what had to be the most intense sexual experience of his life while we kept trying to prolong it. Glistening with sweat, he slowly faded, now basking in the euphoria of sexual exhaustion. He had a certain serene look over his face, his eyes glassy, and I wish I had thought to take a picture. He had that look, the look that says, "I just had some really great sex." You know what I'm talking about, girls.

Not even Eva had seen one man produce so much cum. No, Anita, that's not normal, so you may want to modify what you want to... "shoot" for.

I plopped down in a chair. We all sort of used Tommy as a pillow and we were in no hurry to have him get dressed. He wasn't in a hurry, either.

I remember that we were stirred from our slumber when Tommy wanted to get up. The alcohol rush was hitting us all, and as ladies are prone to do in those circumstances, we were a little giddy. My little man was ever the gentleman and started gathering the empty bottles, glasses, and plates, putting them on the tray, and then he stood there, holding them, completely naked.

"Where should I take these?" he asked.

We just stared at him. It must have turned him on because he started getting hard again. Eva was wasted.

"Down the hall, second office on the right," she told him.

We watched his firm ass as he left the room, and we all started giggling.

"I really needed that," I confessed.

"So did he," Anita commented.

"Why do you say that?"

"You know, there's a reason he's called 'the turtle.'"

"Now you wait. I've been to mosht of hish games and there's nothing slow 'bout him."

"Iss not 'bout speed. He'z in thish shell an' he doesn't wanna come out. Girls wan' him to make a move an' he can't!"

I had a wicked thought and couldn't keep from hiding it.

"Whacha thinkin' 'bout, Carol?" Eva asked.

"I can't say."

"We've heard my tias talk about naked waiter parties," Anita yawned.

"About what?"

"Relax. They didn't know we were lishening."

Eva was laughing so hard we couldn't hear her. I tried to suppress a laugh but couldn't.

"He'd never agree to it."

"Who said anything about asking him?"

Anita got out her cell phone and struggled to focus on the screen. Then her fingers were in a blur writing something.

"Wash that you're writing?"

"I'm askin' my primas if they wanna come to a 'Tommy, the naked waiter' party tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? I don't think we're ready -"

Seconds later, her phone started chirping. She smiled and laughed. "They wanna know what time."

"Tell 'em 5," Eva suggested, still laughing. "Here. Let me get something that'll help."

She staggered out of the room.

"Anita, are you sure this is a good-"

"Hey!" we heard Eva say down the hall. "We have rules about patients walking around naked, especially patients getting erections."

She hurried back into the office and stuffed a small bag in my purse.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Sshhh. Izz... it's a vitamin supplement. Give it to him tommmorrow, but don't peek."

Tommy walked in a few seconds later, and he seemed comfortable in his nudity, so comfortable that he was getting hard again. I think women like watching a man get an erection. We did, that's for sure. Eva stood up, steadying herself on the table.

"Congrats, Tommy. I think you passed. This has been quite a day, so, we'll get your labs set up an' tha' will be that.

The alcohol rush really hit us all, and I know it showed.

"Mom, where are the keys?" asked Tommy while he was dressing. "I'll drive."

"Aww, idn't that nice?"

"All of you."

"I'm fine, I'm fine," protested Eva.

All I can remember is that I think I said something about "just like old times," and why did "underwear party" stick in my mind?

Locking up... Tommy trying to help us get to the car... this really bright light... am I in my car?... a door opens... Tommy's here... my door opens... "Come on. We're home."... he's helping me into the house... Eva's spread out on the couch?... my bedroom door... the pillow... 

To be continued...?