Aftercare: Second Chance Romance

by Jennifer Hartley

  “That’s for me to know and for you to find out,” she remarked, hoping she at least sounded coy. Or seductive. A post-coitus back sensation was not her strongest suit at all.

  “As a gynecologist-”

  “Really? You have a gynecological take on it?”

  “Of course, I do.” He said, giving her butt a playful slap that had her blushing again. “As sexy as it is, it can really harm your vagina if you skip underwear. Or if you wear anything binding. It can lead to irritations, infections. So that means,” he added with a pout, “no sex.”

  She couldn’t help but laugh. He grinned. “But seriously. Skip the underwear if you want but know the risks. And when you wear one, stick to cotton.”

  “Oh, really? Because satin is so tacky?”

  “Well, for one, I like cotton. And two, it’s the best for your vagina. Lets you breathe.”

  “Cotton underwear next time, check. Landon?”

  “Yes?”

  “So, we’re really going to wait?”

  “Yes. Hey, it’s hard for me too.” Landon glanced at himself. “Not just literally. I’ve had sex with you and really want to have sex you a lot. But I also want to get to know you.”

  “I want to have sex with you too,” she admitted, her cheeks burning as he grinned. “You should know it means a lot to me that you want us to take it slow. Even if it’s just for a few days. I think you’re great and want to get to know you too.”

  “Glad to hear it. But don’t stop trying to change my mind.” He kissed her on the lips.

  “Alright,” she said, kissing him back.

  “Breakfast?”

  “Oh, yes. And I brought muffins.”

  Landon startled her by cupping her possessively between the legs. His eyes bright with mischief, he said, “But I’m happy with this muffin.”

  He kissed her again. “I love how you can still blush after having my tongue in you.”

  She would protest but found her mouth devoured in another kiss. She moaned, letting him bury his tongue in her mouth as a finger thrust into her. Then he freed her lips, covering her throat with little kisses before claiming a nipple. As he pulled the swollen nub between his teeth, another finger pushed inside her vagina.

  “Oh, Landon.”

  It was almost as good as real sex.

  Almost.

  Chapter Five

  “I’ll give you a hundred dollars to ignore whatever sound or thing you’ll see from the back,” Landon told the driver as he and Regina climbed in the back seat of a cab later. “And I assure you nothing illegal will be happening and done with the full consent of my friend.”

  Regina felt the burn of anticipation sweep through her at his words. With her eyes huge and her mouth heading for the floor, the driver glanced at them, shrugged and declared, “Done.”

  “What are you going to do?” She managed to whisper at Landon as the car lurched forward and into the traffic. His eyes twinkled up with mischief before catching her lips in a deep, lingering kiss. Moaning huskily, she threw her arms around his shoulders.

  He tasted of toothpaste, minty and fresh. As he licked her lower lip, he reached between them to squeeze her breast. She gasped. “Landon.” Then looked worriedly at the driver.

  “Do you want me to stop?” He asked, kneading her breast through the top. She blushed, realizing that she was practically draped over him, her leg on his knee and her skirt hiked high on her thigh.

  She should tell him to stop. Human decency should not have them engaging in this behavior in the first place, not to mention what a possible arrest could do to their jobs. But her head was thick with the scent of him and the taste of his toothpaste and semen were still in her mouth, at the back of her throat. Being kissed and held by Landon felt like taking a good, hard hit of one hell of a drug and she couldn’t get enough.

  “No,” Regina said, her voice trembling from lust. She clutched at the collar of his shirt desperately before mashing her mouth against him. He groaned and tightened his hold on her, a hand slipping between her thighs still slick with her come from earlier.

  “Yes,” he whispered, his fingers brushing against the curls of her vagina. Her mouth fell open, releasing harsh, pitched pants as he started thrusting into her with them. God. The man knew what to do.

  They kissed and fondled each other for the entire twenty-minute drive. Landon would leave her mouth, so she could catch her breath, only for her to take a huge lungful as he helped himself to her nipples. Still red and tight from their encounter and with his lips sucking them with furious hunger, she squealed, the force of her release driving her body to shake with violence, her thighs clamping around his hand. Her eyes were big as they darted towards the driver, who mercifully kept his attention only on the road. As the tremors softened, Landon’s mouth slanted over hers, distracting her. She kissed him back, her thighs falling open now that she was limp. It was at that moment that he started plucking at her clitoris still swollen and sensitive. His mouth muffled her wail of indignation, the sensation so sharp it bordered on glorious, white-hot pain. She pushed against him, not to put a stop to the fury of his fingers thrusting into her vagina, but because it was too much that she felt like she might burst. She bucked and gasped, her feet arching sharply, knocking her shoes to the floor.

  “Landon,” she managed to whimper through their kiss. Her hips thrust against his relentless fingers. “Landon. Landon.”

  Her hand tried to slide toward his dick and he ripped his mouth off her, growling, “Only you, for now, sweetheart.” He pulled his fingers out of her vagina to stop her hand’s descent. As she whined in protest, he panted, his expression tortured, “Don’t worry. I’ll take your mouth soon.”

  Then his fingers were back inside her, filling the cab with the wet sound of her vagina swallowing them. Eagerness at having him pounding in her throat again caused her vagina to spill on his palm. “Oh god,” he gasped. “You’re a woman made to be made love to, Regina. Where have you been all my life? All I should do is have sex with you.”

  “Then stop waiting,” Regina begged, riding his fingers fast and hard. He groaned and dropped his head on her shoulder, making her still. “I want you to have sex with me. Please take me, Landon.”

  “When you get my dick, I promise you won’t be leaving the bed,” Landon vowed.

  “I look forward to it,” she grunted.

  Regina came for the second time, panting hotly against his mouth. Pink mantled her cheeks through her crash, as well as his dazed but intent gaze on her. When she collapsed against the seat, she expected him to remove his fingers from her vagina. Instead, they remained inside her. He even bent his head to briefly mouth one her peaked, swollen nipples.

  Through bleary eyes, she spotted the familiar landmarks and buildings leading to her place of work. “I should- I should fix myself,” she murmured, trying to sit up but finding her spine too happy to remain slumped against the seat.

  “Stay like this until you must go,” Landon requested, flattening his palm against her vagina to make his intention clear. “You look great.”

  “I’m in public and practically naked,” she pointed out, finally able to sit up. She laughed softly as he sighed with apparent great disappointment and pulled his fingers out. She cocked an eyebrow at him as she lowered the edge of her top toward her waist. It had been gathered around her neck.

  “You could help, you know,” Regina muttered, blushing red when she saw that her nipples, still slick with his saliva were not only tight against the cloth but had wetted it. There was no mistaking the two very prominent dots. She yanked at her jacket closed and struggled to right her skirt.

  “I should,” he agreed, obviously in approval of her disheveled state. “But it’s so much better seeing you annoyed and messy because of me.”

  “Asshole.” Her vagina was sweetly tender and her thighs were wet. It was going to be hell sitting down. As she buttoned her jacket, she glanced at his crotch. There was no mistaking the bulge straining against his
light gray pants. “You deserve that, you know.”

  Landon sighed. “I sure do. Punishment for not being able to keep my hands off you.”

  “Just your hands?”

  He grinned.

  Regina rolled her eyes and got her bag. As she did, he took her hand and brought it to his lips. “Thanks for the wonderful morning.”

  “How can you be so maddeningly vulgar and romantic at the same time?”

  Landon pretended to shrug before smiling at her. “Come on. At least let me walk you to the door. Could you wait?” This he asked the driver.

  “You still haven’t paid me,” the driver reminded him.

  “Oh, god.” Regina groaned, hiding her face and remembering there was another person in the car. She hadn’t been whispering.

  Landon opened the door, took her hand again and she went out after him. Catching her fidgeting with her clothes and patting her rumpled hair flat self-consciously, he said, “Relax, Gina. You look fine. Aside from that lovely blush, you don’t look like your gynecologist just had his fingers in your beautiful vagina.”

  “You are not my gynecologist,” she said, giving him a playful slap on the chest. He chuckled and put his arms around her waist.

  Her co-workers would definitely see them. Her heart raced and she tried to look around. No man had brought her to work before. None of her exes had. This was all new. A kind of fresh start but with lots of parts that felt very familiar. As she looked at Landon, he bopped his forehead gently against hers.

  “I have a surgery tonight. Are you free tomorrow?”

  Regina bit her lip, wondering if more of the same awaited her. Squeezing her thighs together, she stammered, “It depends, I suppose?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “If you’re asking if I’m free tomorrow to help you with cleaning, then I’m not. But if you mean dinner, a movie or something that doesn’t involve cleaning supplies or a dead body, then I might be.”

  “There’s an exhibit at the Tennyson War Museum. If you want, we can see it and then we can go for the juiciest burgers afterward. They’re not your typical, limp, greasy sandwiches. Burger.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Interested?”

  “Sounds like fun. But is that what you would like to do? We can just go to a movie?” She suggested. It was nice that he was looking for activities that might interest her but she wanted them to do something that might be more aligned to his interest too. But what could a gynecologist be into? She remembered he liked chess, classic war movies and punk rock. There might be a retrospective one of these days.

  “I don’t mind the museum. It looks cool, actually.”

  “Then I’m free,” she replied.

  He kissed her again and felt herself tingle from head to toe. “Great.”

  “Landon?” She asked as he nibbled on her lips. “You mentioned a surgery?”

  “Yes. An endometrial ablation,” he said. Seeing her curious, he added, “It’s done to reduce very heavy menstrual bleeding. My patient’s periods have become so heavy after giving birth. She’s been missing work and basically, a normal life.”

  “So, the procedure will help her get back to it?”

  “Yes. But she can’t have any children after it. It’s not the kind of procedure you decide on lightly. She’s young, only twenty-seven. The procedure might lessen the bleeding or stop it altogether. It will also remove the endometrial lining. That’s where the fertilized egg goes.”

  “I’m sorry to hear that.” Regina didn’t know the woman but felt bad for her. There was comfort in already having had a child and the relief the procedure promised. But it was still unfair for the choice to have another taken away like that.

  “It’s a difficult decision but she’s sometimes in bed just bleeding for two weeks. She really can’t function and the stress is not helping her. She’s tried everything to regulate her period but none are working. This is the last one. We hope it works.”

  His concern for the woman brought her hand to his cheek. He cradled it there.

  “Well, if she’s made the decision...let’s hope everything turns out for the best.”

  “That’s the hope. Say, why don’t I call you later, after it’s done?”

  “Sure. I look forward to it. Good luck, alright?”

  “Thanks. I appreciate it. Take care of yourself. And stick to cotton panties should you decide to remedy the underwear situation.”

  He laughed as she turned violently red, looking around if they were overheard. “Landon!”

  “I was speaking as a gynecologist, Gina.”

  “Speaking as a professional, my ass. Do you think I should remedy the situation in the, I don’t know, the direction of wearing a pair?” She could play this game.

  He looked between her thighs pointedly, his emerald eyes burning. Up they trailed toward her stomach, lingering on her breasts, her mouth, before resting on her eyes. “Well, as the man who would like to take you for days, I’d rather you ditch the panties. Cumbersome, really. Gets in the way of wanting to finger you anytime.” Smirking at her blush, he continued, “ But as a doctor, that outrageously sexy option can do you more harm than good. I get that it’s comfortable. I get that it’s liberating. But if you tend to sit on surfaces and you’re not sure how clean they are and you don’t have panties, it might lead to some infections. As someone who’s professionally and personally invested in your vagina, I’d like for you to be comfortable but not put yourself at risk.” He put his hands in his packets, causing his pants to stretch across his erection. He smiled innocently. “For both our sakes.”

  Regina sighed and rolled her eyes. “You enjoy doing this, don’t you?”

  “I shouldn’t, but yes, I do. Very much. Because it’s you.”

  Well, how can a sane woman be annoyed when someone says something like that to you? Landon surprised her by suddenly taking her hand and pressing a gentlemanly kiss there.

  “May I call you later?”

  “Landon, given what we’ve done, I don’t think you should be calling me that.” She said, blinking at him rapidly. God, but looking at him was much like looking right at the sun.

  “Maybe, but though you have the sexiest, filthiest grunts, you are still one to me.”

  “Well, if you put it like that...” Pretending to think of it seriously, she gave a cool nod before giving him a shy smile. “You may.”

  Calls were exchanged and they saw more of each other in the coming days. He did take her to the espionage exhibit and the wild boar burger they had afterward was so excellent she declared it was the best thing ever put in her mouth. He countered that maybe she should re-think, being that it had been a day since she had his dick.

  Landon had no qualms about pawing and fondling her in public. In a nearly-deserted secondhand bookstore, he slipped a hand under her sweater and played with her nipples, nibbling on her neck as she protested weakly that it wasn’t proper. When they took the subway together, she got the shock of her life when, while standing behind her, he lifted her skirt and started thrusting into her vagina with his finger. She nearly tore off the overhead grips.

  Regina took him to an all-night marathon showing of the movie series the Battle Grounds. Riveted by the scenes of the classic war movie on the screen, he only held her hand for the entire screening. It was nice, but it was much nicer when he dragged her behind the theater’s alley afterward. There, he unzipped her jeans and tongued her vagina until she was gasping and barely keeping upright. She took him to her apartment for the first time that night, and, with a flash of her sapphire eyes, shoved him to the couch and unzipped his jeans.

  Because of his shouts and the lamp and picture frames he knocked off during the frenzy of his release, her next-door neighbor called the cops. The officer, a tall, muscular man with vivid hair and very bright eyes, refused to leave despite their assurances neither was harmed. He glared at Landon but would give Regina a small smile while assuring her that she was safe as long as he was around.

  “Tell me the
truth,” he pressed her. “If this guy hurt you I’ll take you away. You only have to say the word.”

  “I’m telling you, Officer-” Regina squinted at his uniform, trying to see if his name was there.

  “The name’s Willems, miss. Howard Willems.”

  “Well, Officer Willems, the only thing that didn’t survive was a lamp. As we’ve been telling you, I knocked it off by accident. We were-” Landon suddenly flushed and cleared his throat. “We were playing cards, and I don’t like to lose.”

  “So, you took it out on a lamp?” Officer Willems demanded.

  “It’s an old lamp,” Regina clarified. “I got it for fifty cents in a garage sale.”

  “Your boyfriend seems to have violent tendencies.” He told her.

  “What? Just because he destroyed a lamp because he didn’t win?” Regina was blushing at what Landon had been called. They hung out and had fun with each other, and every date revealed something more interesting in the person, no matter how silly. For example, she thought it was cute that Landon’s movie marathon staple was red gummy bears. But boyfriend? She hoped that didn't make things awkward.

  “You’re playing cards at two in the morning?”

  “Alright, alright. Gina, let’s just be honest about this?” And before Regina could stop him, Landon blurted out, “My girlfriend’s mouth is heaven, Officer Willems. Have you ever put your dick in a vacuum cleaner? The tube? It’s alright. I’m a doctor. I won’t judge. Anyway, if you know how that feels, Regina sucks my dick with, like, at least three times the force-”

  Mortified, Regina shrieked, “Landon!”

  “No, no. He clearly doesn’t believe us. It’s late and what enjoyment I had from taking your throat is being killed by this guy.” Landon insisted, sounding annoyed. He crossed his arms and glared at the cop. “Regina swallows. You know how most women would gag and have to be warned you’re coming? Well, she likes the mess of it-”

  “Landon, oh, god, stop!” She wailed but he kept talking.