Take Me (A Steamy Short Story Romance) (3 page)

"I dunno. A couple
years?"

"Uh huh. And is it a problem
only when you're with a partner, or do you find that you can never get aroused,
in any situation?"

"Uh, in any situation. I
just don't get turned on anymore, and I don't know why."

"Mm hm. Hopefully it's not a
physical condition. Would you mind if I examined you right now?"

"Examine?" I shifted
uncomfortably on the exam table.

"You've been to the
gynecologist before, right?"

"Y-yeah," I said
hesitantly. Was Rick asking me to take my dusty jeans off so he could examine
me…intimately? Right here and now?

"Well, then go ahead and
take your pants off. I'd like to get the bottom of this right now while you're
here. It'll save you another drive all the way into town."

"Alright," I said
softly, standing up and taking my belt off. Something about this felt naughty,
but I tried to push those indecorous thoughts out of my mind. After all, this
was a medical exam, and Rick was being as professional as he could be.

My heart started beating a little
harder as I peeled off my jeans, folding them neatly before setting them on the
counter. Then I nervously took off my panties and set them there as well.

"Just lay on the table for
me with your feet flat," Rick coaxed. I
laid
down
on the exam table, and he gently spread my knees apart. The skin on my thighs
tingled a little where Rick's gloved fingers had touched me.

"Nothing looks out of the
ordinary so far," he said while probing around. "Your hymen isn't
intact. Have you had penetrative intercourse?"

"For like, five seconds.
That's when my dad walked in and found me with my boyfriend. That's why I got
sent out here, actually."

"Jesus. That must have been
a traumatizing experience. No wonder you can't get aroused."

"You think that's why?"

"Well, no. But that memory
certainly can’t help you achieve a calm state of mind should you want to get
aroused.
I'm going to take a deeper look inside. Is that
alright?"

"Yeah," I breathed.
Then I felt him slide in a speculum.

"You look like a healthy
eighteen year old," Rick concluded after examining me for a few minutes.
"Nothing wrong with you at all as far as I can tell through a visual exam."

I didn't mention that having that
thing inside of me was turning me on. I could feel prickling heat start to crawl
up my legs, and my skin felt hot. I stifled a moan as he contracted the
speculum and slid it out of me. I heard the wheels on his chair squeaking as he
scooted across the floor and put the instrument on a counter top.

"Given your fairly strict
upbringing, I think what you need is a comfortable environment to explore your
sexuality. Mary, do you masturbate at all?"

"Yeah," I exhaled,
"sometimes. But lately I can't get turned on."
Except for now
,
I wanted to say.

"Can you show me how you do
it? Don't worry. You can be comfortable around me."

"Show you?" I was
shocked.

"Look, I've been married
before, and I had plenty of girlfriends before that. Add that to
all my
medical training and I can say with a fair amount of confidence
that I understand a woman's body. I can help you arouse yourself, and figure
out what feels good. I'm willing to help you, as long as you're comfortable
with it."

"Okay." My heart was
suddenly slamming in my chest. I couldn't believe he wanted me to touch myself,
right in front of him. "I usually start by touching my breasts and my
body. Is that okay?"

"Do whatever you like doing.
Do your best to pretend you are alone."

"Okay." With my skin
burning and my blood hammering through my veins, I unbuttoned my shirt just
enough so that I could slide my hands underneath and undo my bra. When my
fingers found my nipples, they were already rock-hard. I moaned as I touched my
breasts. I hadn't felt like this in so long, and the pleasure was just so good.
I don’t know why, but I sure didn’t feel frigid at that moment. It must have
had something to do with Rick.

When I was done teasing myself I
slowly ran my fingers over my skin and down to my thighs. Another wave of pleasure
ran up my body and I moaned. Then I softly stroked the inside of my thighs,
feeling my sex begin to throb. I spread my legs open even wider, wanting Rick
to see just how aroused he was making me. And then with agonizing slowness, I
ran one finger down the length of my wet slit. It made my whole body heave with
pleasure.

"I think I'm turned on
now," I moaned, stopping to catch my breath. I was shocked at how wet I
was. "Should I keep going?"

"Yes, please," he
murmured; the husky tone of his voice turned me on even more.

"No. This is really naughty.
I'm having very inappropriate thoughts about you right now."

"What kind of thoughts,
Mary?"

"Thoughts about you…taking
me. Here. Now."

Then, without warning, Rick's
fingers slid inside me, pushing hard against my g-spot. "Does that feel
pleasurable?"

"
Oh my God
," I
gasped, suddenly abandoning all hope of being a good girl. "
Fuck me
right there
.
Right there!
"

Rick slid his fingers inside me
again as I writhed and panted. Then his thumb slid forward and touched my clit.
I cried out and my whole body bucked on the table, like I'd just been hit by
lightening. Rick kept fingering me, and I abandoned myself to the pleasure,
letting him do whatever he wanted.

"Goddamn," he breathed.
"You're so fucking beautiful. I've been dreaming about doing this to you
ever since I first saw you." He felt my breasts with his other hand then
started undoing the buttons on my shirt, his fingers coming to a stop inside of
me. My pussy clenched hard around them.

"
Don't stop,
" I
begged.

He continued to finger me, hard
and fast, and then a hot explosion of pleasure, something I had never felt
before, burst throughout my body. I cried out in ecstasy before Rick could
stifle my scream. I screamed into his hand until the sensation passed, and then
I heaved on his exam table, trying to catch my breath.

"Oh my God," I gasped
between breaths. "I, I've never felt that before. It was so…so divine."

"You just had an
orgasm," Rick explained. Then his voice took on a note of animal lust.
"Now I want you to give me one." I watched with excitement as he
pulled down his scrubs and removed his cock.

"Oh my God," I said,
drawing in my breath. "You're a lot bigger than my boyfriend."

I closed my eyes as Rick rubbed
the head of his cock over my clit, sending waves of pleasure over my body
again. Then he pushed slowly into my opening. I closed my eyes, feeling my
sensitive flesh
begin
to stretch and take him. Then he
was inside of me, stretching me to my very limit. I moaned loudly, loving the
way my entire throbbing body felt impaled on him.

"Be gentle," I
whispered.

"Of course, baby," he
whispered back. Then he began to fuck me, deep and slow, just the way I'd
imagined it. He leaned over my body and kissed me on the lips. I kissed him
back hard, unable to get enough of him. I ran my fingers down his back and
breathed in his scent as he took me brutally, defiling me with his bare prick
before I finally felt him come inside. My own orgasm hit me again, and I
wrapped my legs around his hips, holding him in as my body shook with heavenly ecstasy
for a second time.

****

Rick may have wanted to awaken me
sexually, but he'd done something else in the process. He was suddenly on my
mind day and night, and I went to see him every chance I got. I just couldn't
get enough of him, or his massive member.

When I discovered I was pregnant
it sent my world into a whirlwind of confusion.

What was I supposed to do?

In the end it didn’t matter,
because my grandpa decided for me when he finally discovered what I'd been up
to with
Rick
. A shotgun wedding sounded old-fashioned,
sure, but Rick and I didn't have a choice. Of course, I was secretly overjoyed,
and I knew he was too.

After a couple of years we ended
up moving to a slightly larger town, and Rick opened a practice there. We were
happy as could be together, and when we found out I was pregnant with another
baby, the fact that we were having a family only brought us closer.

Not long ago my whole world had
been so utterly different. Looking back now I couldn't believe how lost and
unhappy I'd been. I knew I had done wrong by sleeping with Rick before I was
married, but I didn't care. I knew God had brought us together, and that’s all
that mattered.

We were going to live happily
ever after.

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Raw Medicine

I didn't know what I hated more
about being a pharmaceutical sales rep: how unethical it all felt, or how crassly
I had to present myself.

It was bad enough that my job
required pushing doctors to prescribe more prescription drugs to people who
didn't need them. But on top of all that I had to present myself as somewhat
shallow and flirtatious, which wasn't me at all. Believe it or not, there were
actual thoughts going on in my blond head, but all they saw was a bimbo in a
form-fitted outfit with a brainless sales job that basically entailed pointing
my rather large tits at doctors in the hope that they would prescribe kids more
amphetamines or whatever.

And one more problem: I had to
travel all the damn time. All the wasted, stressful hours spent in airports and
driving rental cars around unfamiliar cities was starting to wear me the hell
out.

Of course, a lot of the girls who
had my job loved it, because they only had to work for a few years before some
hot, rich doctor wanted to make you his trophy wife.

But I wasn't that type.

I sighed and put down my issue of
the Sunday New York Times, pushing up the thick glasses I wore when I wasn't on
the job. If doctors were so damn smart, where were all the smart ones? I'd take
a nerdy doctor any day over one of the shallow, money-hungry, type-A alpha
males who seemed to dominate the medical profession; but I couldn’t seem to
find an honest, decent, intelligent physician to save my life (no pun
intended).

The seatbelt sign dinged on above
me, and the plane began its descent into Phoenix Sky Harbor International
Airport. It was my fourth sales trip out West.

Ugh
,
I said quietly to myself as I looked out at the approaching city below, my mind
running over the last several years of my life.

My dilemma had been even worse
when I was a college cheerleader. I loved the athletic aspect of cheerleading.
In fact, I'd been so good at it I went to college on a scholarship paid for by
the athletic department. Of course, it didn't cover room and board, and I had
to take some loans out to cover those expenses. Paying them back was a
headache.

Anyway, it had been fun to run
with the popular group in college, and to socialize with all the pretty girls
and the swaggering frat boys. But secretly, all my life, I had always lusted
after the nerdy smart guys, the ones the other girls seemed to enjoy rejecting
and putting down. They were the ones with a rich interior life, who were
interesting to me. I liked to think my own inner life was pretty interesting as
well, and it was something I wanted to share with someone else, someday.

But I hadn't found that guy in
college.

So, sadly, when school was
finally over I was still single with no prospects. I did, however, have a
couple of career options. I could have tried to start a career using my degree
to teach English, but the economy had just collapsed, and schools were being shuttered
left and right. The prospects for a teaching career at that moment were pretty
dim.

And so I grimly decided on the
other option.

The major pharmaceutical
companies recruited straight from the ranks of college cheerleading squads.
They knew better than anyone that a perky, hot young thing was the key to
getting the attention of their target market: doctors. So I absorbed the
minimum amount of medical knowledge I would need pretty fast, and armed with my
beauty, my powers of persuasion and a suitcase full of samples, I'd been
pushing pills to the pill-pushers, all across America for the last two years.

I sighed as I finally arrived at
my hotel room and swiped the card.

Phoenix, Arizona.

After so much time on the road,
all these cities started to look the same.

The bellboy brought my luggage in
shortly and I plopped down on the bed after he left, exhausted. Then I rolled
over and opened the minibar, curious as to what goodies were inside. My expense
account didn't cover the minibar, but I learned long ago that flashing a smile
at the desk assistant was all I really needed to do to have all my minibar
charges quickly dismissed.

There were perks to being hot and
blonde, definitely.

I plucked a pint of organic ice
cream and a miniature bottle of Jameson out of the bar and settled into bed,
switching on the TV.
Ooh: Criminal Minds
was on!
One of the main characters looked just like Dr. Jeffries, one of
the gynecologists on my account, whom I was visiting on this trip. Dr. Jeffries
was hot, yet nerdy, with a slight touch of awkwardness that contrasted with his
self-assurance in a peculiar way.

Watching the show was like catnip
for me. Well, maybe more like crack. I watched the episode transfixed, and
after it was over and I felt bloated by the amount of ice cream I'd just eaten,
I
laid
back in bed with a sigh.

I might as well take care of
myself before I took a shower, I decided. If hot Dr. Jeffries was going to be
on my mind anyway, then I might as well just let my imagination run wild.

I closed my eyes and ran a hand
up my rapidly heating body. I let it ride my curves, all the way up to my
breasts, and then I felt both of them with my hands, letting my fingers tease
my nipples until they were totally hard, like little pebbles.

"
Oh yeah,
" I
moaned, imagining we were in his office, and I was leaning against the exam
table as he violated me. "
Feel my tits, doctor. Do you like those?
"
I grabbed the hem of my skirt and pulled it up. When it was a hot summer day
like today, I never wore panties, and just the feeling of the cool,
air-conditioned air against my bare sex made me feel even more aroused. I
heaved in the sheets for a moment, feeling hot and crazy. Then I slowly ran a
finger up my wet slit. I gasped when it bumped over my clit, and then I started
to rub myself, slowly and softly.

"Just like that," I
breathed, imagining I was still pushed up against the side of the exam table,
and that Dr. Jeffries was fingering me under my skirt.

"You're not wearing any
panties," I imagined him growling.

"
Why would I wear panties,
doctor?
" I squeaked, right before I pushed two fingers deep inside of
me. I gasped at the slick sensation. Being filled felt good, even if it was
only by my own fingers.

"
Oh yeah, put your cock
inside me, doctor! Fuck me with your thick hard cock.
" I loved
pretending I was a dumb blonde doll when I fantasized about Dr. Jeffries. I
didn't know why, but pretending I was dumb when I talked dirty just made it
feel even nastier and hotter.

"
Fuck me hard
,"
I sobbed, as I stabbed my fingers over and over against my spot. I arched my
back as the pleasure swelled and swelled, and a few seconds later I was right
on the edge of cumming.

"
Oh yeah,
" I
moaned, feeling my orgasm begin to crawl up my legs. I pushed against my clit
one final time before the pleasure exploded through my flesh, and then I
collapsed into the sheets.

****

I woke up bright and early the
next day.

Because of my secret crush on Dr.
Jeffries, I wanted to arrive at the hospital early. I rifled through my dresses
hanging in the closet, picking out the one that was the sexiest and most
revealing. I usually dressed far more conservatively and professionally than
the other girls, but I wanted to catch his eye, and I knew the short, strapless
red thing I always kept at the very bottom of my suitcase would do the trick.

Half an hour later, I put my
makeup away and examined myself in the mirror, turning around and looking over
my shoulder so I could see myself from the back.

Perfect.

Of course, I barely knew a thing
about Dr. Jeffries except that he ignited my own particular appetite in men,
and he probably had no idea that I dressed this way only for him...but a girl
had to have fun somehow, right?

Ugh, this life was making me lose
my mind. I wanted to save some money and try to learn another career, but right
now I had student loans to pay off. I walked to the minibar and slammed another
tiny bottle of Jameson before throwing it across the room into the
trash can
.
Slam dunk
!
If I
ever
really
got sick of hawking shit to doctors I could just do porn. It
was probably a step up from this horseshit. I wondered how desperate I'd have
to get before it finally happened.

I picked up coffee and donuts for
the doctors at a little donut place along the way before arriving at the
hospital and double-parking my rental car.

"Hey, lady," a
middle-aged hospital employee called as I stepped out, pushing my oversized
sunglasses onto my face. "Would you mind parking your car in one
spot?"

He looked like a lowly OR scrub
tech. "Would you mind shutting the fuck up?" I retorted before
strutting towards the hospital entrance in my heels, the box of donuts balanced
on my shoulder, and six coffees hanging from their disposable holder in my
other hand.

"Bitch," he hissed
under his breath. I contemplated turning around and unleashing my tongue, or
maybe dousing his face in hot coffee, but I decided it probably wasn't worth
it. I waited impatiently for the double-doors to slide open, and then I got in
the elevator and headed upstairs.

A gaggle of doctors was sitting
in the physician’s break room. I looked around the little group of MDs, but Dr.
Jeffries was, as usual, in his office.

"Good morning,
gentleman," I said, forcing a natural-looking smile onto my face and
setting their coffee and donuts down on the table. They responded with an
enthusiastic chorus of hellos and good mornings, and I stood there looking
radiant or whatever as their eyes ate up my body in various degrees of
discretion.

Then out came my sample case and
the spiel about all the new drugs and hormones and shit my company wanted the
doctors to start using. As usual, I could tell that my words were going in
through one ear and out the other. They literally thought they were so far
above me that anything I said couldn't possibly be useful to them; it didn’t
help that they were probably more interested in what I was wearing than what I
was selling.

Annoying, to say the least.
But whatever, just part of the job.

Then I passed around samples and
pamphlets and the usual free goodies.

"Are you swinging back this
way again today, Abby?" one of the older doctors asked
.

"Of course," I smiled,
making myself giggle and touch his arm. Then I packed up my shit and headed
down the hall to Dr. Jeffries' office.

His secretary was absent, and he
was leaning back in his chair, reading the newspaper. A crappy little 3-cup
coffee machine was percolating in the corner, and it was the only sound other
than the hum of the air conditioning.

"Good morning, Dr.
Jeffries," I breathed, sidling into his office like a wraith. "I
saved a coffee for you."

"Got my own already,"
he grumbled. "And don't try to push those donuts on me either. The ones
from that shop down the street give me heartburn."

"Well, how about some free
samples of Welltravenex? We also have little foam stress balls this time, and keychain
purses."

Dr. Jeffries looked at me askance
over the tops of his glasses. Then he nudged the
trash can
out of the corner with his foot and stepped on the pedal, opening the lid. He
pointed into the open can, as if indicating where all the pills and free
trinkets could go.

I laughed, unable to contain
myself. I really did like him, especially when he was this curmudgeonly.

"Well humor me
somehow," I retorted. "Can you at least stare at my tits?"

He put his newspaper down, giving
me his full attention.

"Well, in that dress, I
think I can." He smiled impishly and pushed his glasses all the way up his
nose. "Did you have a good flight out here?"

"
No.
" I frowned.
"It's a fucking red-eye all the way from Cincinnati, and I got to my hotel
room around one. And of course I have to be all bright and perky the next
morning."

"I see. Doesn’t much sound
like you enjoy what you do. You may sit down if you like."

"Thanks," I said,
sitting down in one of the chairs. "I hate it, but I have to pay off my
student loans. I've got a history degree, and I wanted to teach, but now is not
the best time to be a teacher. I was a cheerleader, too, so it was pretty damn
easy to get into pharmaceutical sales. And lucrative."

"You don't seem like the
cheerleader type to me." Then he leaned back a little. "After a few
years in this profession, you start to get a good read on people. You look a
little pissed off under all that makeup."

"Just a little," I
admitted.

"And you look like a smart
girl who wants to do something other than walk the street for the drug
companies. No offense."