Playing Doctor (7 page)

With the departure of
the last patient, both Jessica and Kelly swiftly hurried out, cheerfully calling “Have a nice weekend” as they left. As Lauren gathered her things to leave, she couldn't resist offering some helpful advice when Court emerged from the closet with a bucket, a mop, and cleaning supplies.

“Courtney, it's very important that you do a thorough job cleaning. I'm sure you'll agree that we need to eradicate any bacteria that might be on any surface. So you may as well cancel any plans you might have had for this evening. You'll be here for many hours yet.”

“Yes,
ma'am
,” he drawled mockingly as she turned to go back to her office.

I wish he'd stop saying that, she griped silently.
Stop
treating
me
like
an
old
lady!

Following close behind her, Court stopped Lauren in her tracks when he goaded, “I know that the cleaning staff are scheduled to come in tomorrow. You're just being spiteful, punishing me for telling you the truth.”

Before turning away he added, “Why don't you stay and help me? I know
you
don't have any plans for tonight either…or any night, for that matter.”

“How dare you!” she snapped, turning angrily to him.

Staring at her, Court responded, “I never would have pegged you to be such a bitch, with your nice girl-next-door persona and all.”

For a second or two his last words hung there in the silence as they both glared heatedly at each other.

Slap!
Her stinging hand hit his face so unexpectedly that he didn't flinch or try to duck.

Lauren turned swiftly away again and stood there leaning over her desk, holding herself up in an effort to steady her dizzying pulse. “Get out! Get out of my office and get out of my clinic.”

A loud crashing sound made Lauren jump as bucket and mop landed on the floor. She felt Court's hand grasping her arm as he jerked her back around to face him. He looked thunderously angry, she noticed as his other hand raced out and took hold of her free arm to pull her toward him.

“This has gone far enough,” he announced with a commanding authority that belied his youthful age. “We both know what this is really about.”

Lauren gasped at the zinging, tingling contact she felt on her arms. Watching his eyes lock on her mouth, she realized at the last second that he wasn't angry as much as heatedly aroused. Then his mouth slammed onto hers, his arms sliding around her back as he took charge of the dancing erotic tension that had been swirling between them all day. Locking her into a firm embrace, he used his mouth to begin a new dance that promised a sensual release, finally, for their fiery, intense longing for each other.

With all her senses overwhelmed, Lauren instinctively struggled against his tight hold at first, but then almost immediately surrendered to the raging desire she had been fighting all day—all summer, in fact. Her hands grasped at his sides to hold him even tighter to her as a moan escaped deep from her throat. For long, hot minutes they assaulted each other with their mouths, while their hands roamed wildly about each other's bodies, their mutual moans becoming loud in the small office.

Pushing her backward against her desk, Court slid his hands up her legs, sliding her skirt up, while she felt his chest with one hand and wrapped her other in his soft, corn-silk hair, anchoring his mouth onto hers. With her skirt up, he began to caress her bare thighs before sliding his hands under her briefs. He urgently stroked her vulva inside her briefs as his tongue plunged in and out of her mouth in a similar rhythm.

Feeling on fire, Lauren rubbed her breasts against his chest—her nipples now tight buds aching to be touched. Breaking the kiss, Court lowered his head and latched on to a projecting nipple through her blouse and bra, biting it slightly.

“Oh, yes, please,” Lauren urged as she held his head there and her hips began to swivel to the insistent massaging of his fingers at her pussy. She wanted desperately to feel him and lowered her hand to rub against the aroused bulge in his pants. In response, Court groaned and moved himself against her greedy hand.

Needing more, he released her from his embrace to swiftly and roughly pull her top up off her body. Joining him, she yanked his shirt over his head and began unzipping his pants as he reached around, unhooking her bra to free her breasts for his mouth. They were frantic with need as they hurriedly shed their remaining clothing.

As she reached down to pull off her high-heeled sandals, he grabbed her hand and ordered, “No! You paraded around all day in those sexy shoes. You'll leave them on now…for me.”

Her hand stopped at once as she acquiesced to his command. She may be his boss and he her employee, but in this new state of affairs he was the one in control, and she willingly ceded the power. Now that they were naked, he resumed his demanding kiss on her mouth as he pulled her against his body, his erect penis hotly pressed between them.

Lauren marveled at the feel of him. His youthful physique was all hard planes and firm muscles, and she couldn't resist rubbing herself against him like a cat in heat. Squirming and swiveling, she continued their silent erotic dance. Lauren was on fire with hunger and pent-up need—months of unfulfilled desire exploding out of her into this one man.

With a hoarse moan, Court swung his arm across her desk, sweeping all the files, pens, and myriad supplies off and sending them crashing to the floor. After taking hold of her waist, he lifted Lauren onto the desk. The feel of her naked ass on the wooden surface sent a titillating naughty thrill through her. Her brain screamed,
This
is
so
hot, hot, hot!

Court carefully laid her down backward on the hard wooden surface while his eyes burned passionately into hers. Before climbing onto the desk, he pulled a condom out of his pants pocket and looked at her with a question in his eyes.

“Yes, please, hurry,” Lauren assented, panting and reaching for him. Quickly Court ripped the package open and rolled it on his long length.

Climbing up to join her, he stared down into her eyes and she could see the intense hunger in them that mirrored her own need. Guiding his thick penis with his hand, he plunged it inside her and she moaned loudly at the wonderful sensation of being filled by him—
finally
!

He then lowered his mouth to begin kissing her again, first on her lips, then her breasts, all the while trailing kisses that explored her neck and chest. Returning to her mouth, he demanded her full participation as he plunged his tongue into her mouth. Lauren eagerly joined this new dance, their tongues plunging in and out of each other's mouths as Court repeatedly slammed his penis into her vagina while she lifted her pelvis, forcefully meeting each thrust.

Together, their bodies performed a horizontal dance of frenzied writhing and moaning. Flooded with glorious erotic sensations, they frantically grasped for the sexual release they had craved for weeks. Crying out his name loudly, Lauren exploded in a towering climax she hadn't felt in years. Her clenching pussy drove Court over the edge, and he came with a deep guttural moan.

They kept the pulsing rhythm going as long as possible as the kisses he gave her turned tender and their breathing slowly returned to something approaching normal. Touching his forehead to hers, he smiled and slowly pulled out of her vagina. Lauren was surprised to realize that she felt a little bereft, that she immediately wanted him back inside her.

Raising his head to look at her, he held himself up on his arms. “That was amazing,” he panted, still out of breath.

“That was extremely hot,” she echoed, slowly sitting up as he climbed off her and then off the desk.

Lauren ran out and quickly grabbed a couple sheets and towels from a drawer. She wrapped herself in one sheet and offered the other to Court.

“I want to look at you,” he said huskily. “You have a terrific body, and I've waited so long to see it.
Please
don't cover it up.”

Lauren was thrilled to hear his compliments, but the ramifications of what they had just done were beginning to sink in. She anxiously started to pace, a worried expression on her face.

“Really, if you let me look at you, I'll be hard again in minutes,” Court encouraged with a sly grin. “And this time we'll take it slow.” Reaching out to her, he added, “You'll like it. I promise you!”

Turning to look at him, she replied, “That was so great, really, but, um, maybe it was a mistake. I mean, what about our age differences and the fact that I'm your boss? Maybe we shouldn't do it again…just call it a one-time mistake and try to forget about it.”

With heated anger, Court retorted, “Fuck that! I've wanted to do bad things to you for weeks. It's all I think about…all the time! I know you feel the same way,” he challenged.

Then he reached out and yanked the sheet off her body, dropping it onto the floor. Pressing his sweat-slick body against hers, he once again took charge, saying firmly, “I don't care how old you are, and it certainly wasn't a mistake. If there was a mistake, it's that it took so long for us to get together.”

Nuzzling her neck, he tenderly planted little kisses behind her ear and trailed more down her neck. Whispering into her ear, “Yes, I'll admit that you are my boss, but when we're here, naked together, I'm in control. Trust me, I'll take us places that will make you beg…for more.”

Lauren relished his bold, skillful arrogance, so in contrast with his youthfulness. It wasn't an act of machismo. Court was serious and she believed what he promised. She wanted to go where he could take her, and she felt herself already stirring, desiring more sex with him, right then and right there.

Turning toward him, she raised her face to kiss him, and no more words were needed as their long-denied passion was released again to consume them. This time, Lauren truly let go, screaming gutturally as he expertly brought her to an uncontrolled, thoroughly draining orgasm.

Later, after they recovered, they raided the office refrigerator for leftovers. They didn't say much while they ate, just enjoyed a companionable silence. When they had finished, Court gently touched her shoulder, making small circles over her smooth skin while looking thoughtfully into her eyes. She tentatively reached out and touched his face, then swirled her thumb across his mouth. Taking that as encouragement, Court pulled her to him for a long, deep kiss and Lauren enjoyed the feel of his lips, firm but tender, as they moved over hers. It started leisurely but began to build in intensity.

Pulling back, Lauren asked diffidently, “Would you like to come over to my home? We can continue this there.”

In response, Court pulled her into a tight embrace, planting another kiss on her lips and then whispering, “I thought you'd never ask.”

At her bungalow, they
began a weekend of frenzied lovemaking that started just inside the door on the living room floor. They hardly left the cottage the entire weekend. By the time they were done, they had fucked in every conceivable position using every room or surface in the place—the kitchen table, the shower, the living room couch, the bedroom, of course, and more.

On Sunday afternoon they went for a long walk with Rufus in the woods. It was a lovely day, and out of sight of the neighbors, she let Court hold her hand as they strolled along.

“How are you feeling about the idea of going to med school these days?” she asked out of the blue.

He smiled at her then, really more of a delighted leer. “Well, you see, I have this amazing boss who's a doctor, and I've learned so much from her already. I think if my boss continues to provide such in-depth, private tutorials, I might really get a
feel
for hands-on medicine. In particular, I would like to focus on
bedside
manner.”

Lauren laughed, a bell-toned carefree sound. Then Court pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply. When he finally stepped away minutes later, she was breathless. Yes, it was definitely going to be a hot summer, she thought, smiling.

When they started walking again, she urged, “But really, are you going to go to med school? I want to know.”

“Yes…yes I am. I can't thank you enough for this chance to experience what it's really like to work in a medical practice. It has shown me that this is what I want to do with my life, and I can now totally commit to med school.”

Lauren strolled quietly for a few minutes, thinking about the fact that when Court left for med school, he would also be leaving her. This was to be expected, and while Lauren didn't voice it out loud, she knew that eventually she would want a relationship with someone her equal—her own age and in the same place in life, ready to settle down.

“Lauren,” he said quietly. “What do you want for your future?”

“I'm happy to just live in the moment these days,” she replied. “Getting over Ted's abandonment was difficult, but I managed to pull myself together and keep the practice going. I feel some pride about that.”

“You should,” he said, squeezing her hand.

“In a few years, I think I might like to start a family. I think Rufus needs some rug rats to chase his tail.” Looking down fondly at her dog, she singsonged, “Don't you think so too, Rufus?”

The dog looked up at both of them and happily wagged his tail. Then Court picked up a stick and threw it. Rufus looked at Lauren with puppy-dog eyes. “Okay,” she said, unhooking his leash. In a shot, the dog was off after the stick. Returning, Rufus wouldn't give it up easily, wanting to play tug-of-war before yielding it to a human. They played this game all the way back to the bungalow, but Lauren was careful to let go of Court's hand when they approached Plum Banks proper.

Later, as she lay wrapped in his arms while Court slept off the latest round of lovemaking, Lauren couldn't wipe the silly smile off her face. It was Sunday night, and she could hardly believe they were lying on the hallway floor.
The
hallway
floor!
Court had come up to her from behind while she was washing dishes at the sink after dinner, and somehow they had never made it all the way back to the bedroom. Funny, Lauren thought, she had never thought of the hallway as sexy before…but she certainly would now.

At her request, Court agreed to keep their new relationship a secret from the office staff during the weeks that followed. Now that Jessica was in deep with her old boyfriend, Lauren wasn't worried about her young friend's feelings. In fact, it sounded like the college boy might even propose before the summer was out. Frowning slightly, Lauren realized that she might end up needing a new receptionist if Jessica followed Jim back to college.

Lauren was still feeling slightly embarrassed about being involved with a much younger man. In such a small community, tongues would wag. Also, they both realized this would just be a summer fling, not something that could develop into a long-term relationship, so why prompt meddlesome gossip for no reason? Having made his decision, Court would head off to medical school in the fall—leaving just two short months for their romance. They tacitly agreed that this was just “summer love,” an exciting fling they both planned to enjoy to the fullest.

As is always the case, it seems, the weeks started to pass much more quickly. Days were busy with patients, and nights were filled with steamy sex. On the weekends they went on picnics and once to the movies together, but out in public she didn't let Court even hold her hand. After all, she had a reputation as the town's respectable doctor to maintain, she told him.

And once very late at night during a hundred-degree heat wave, they went skinny-dipping at the swimming hole. At first Lauren was nervous about being discovered, especially since they had snuck into the closed park, but after a while she enjoyed the risqué pleasure of floating around without a bathing suit and feeling the cool water against her bared skin. Seeing the moonlight reflecting off Court's wet body was an added bonus, and they made love right there in the water.