by Jamie Knight
I had to admit to myself that I couldn’t get him off my mind ever since that crazy incident in his office. I had Googled him and found out he had founded and built quite a few fertility clinics and was ranked as one of the best specialists nationally.
I also couldn’t help but notice an entry on his Wikipedia page that said he was a self-made billionaire thanks to his impressive research in the fertility field, for which he worked with pharmaceutical companies and scientists, as well as for the clinics he owned and managed.
When I had looked him up, I hadn’t expected he would call and ask me out. I thought we were both embarrassed by what happened and trying to forget about it – even though I certainly couldn’t.
How could it be that the handsome, smart, successful doctor who had fingered me during my appointment and who now wanted to take me on a date was also so unbelievably rich? It felt like my luck was too good to be true, and so I had initially told Ted I was too busy to date him, because I hadn’t wanted to get my hopes up, only to have them crash hard.
But he was too hard to resist, especially when he was telling me that he could fulfill my dreams.
What girl could say no to a guy like that?
Still, it seemed completely unreal.
So, when a limo pulled up to the doors, I blinked a few times to make sure that I hadn’t been daydreaming.
A driver wearing white gloves came over and opened the lobby doors. He peeked around until he saw me standing in the dimly lit hallway with my jaw almost touching the floor.
“Ms. McAllister?” he asked, extending his gloved hand in my direction.
“Yes,” I said, so quietly that almost I didn’t hear myself.
“Right this way,” he said, beckoning for me to follow him.
My legs felt like bricks as I tried walking the short distance from the lobby to the front door.
There were no other cars on the street except for the limo. The driver opened the door and Dr. Roberts sat inside. He was dressed in a sleek, black suit and had two champagne glasses in his hands.
"Join me," he said, smiling his charming smile. I slid into the limo, still not able to find my voice.
I looked around the limo at the bright lights and remembered the last time that I had ridden in a limo.
It had been prom night and my date had left me to run off with one of the cheerleaders.
This already seemed to be a more promising evening.
"Wow, this is amazing," I finally said, after the limo had pulled off and turned the corner.
Dr. Roberts just glanced at me and smiled again. He looked at me in a way that told me that he was searching every bit of me and liked what he saw.
"My dear, this is only the beginning," he said, mystically.
My mind started reeling, wondering what he could have meant.
It wasn't very long before I got my answer.
The limo came to a screeching halt at the majestic entry way to Central Park. Dr. Roberts got out of the limo, tipped the driver, and then walked around to my door. He opened the door and extended his arm to me like a real-life fairytale prince.
"Your chariot awaits," he said, pointing to a horse-drawn carriage a few yards away from where we stood.
He snapped his fingers and a stringed quartet started playing soft, romantic music as he guided me the short distance to the carriage. He helped me inside and got in himself.
"I've never been in a carriage before," I admitted, more thinking aloud than anything.
It was all very romantic and sweet. Tears started to well up in my eyes as I took in everything that was happening. Dr. Roberts touched my cheek, looking like he was going to cry himself. But of course he didn’t. He was too alpha for that.
“We’ve got one more stop to make,” he said, pulling his cell phone out of his jacket pocket.
The clicking of the heels of the horse accented the air as the smooth music of the strings faded into the distance. I would have been happy riding around in the park in the carriage. I had never experienced something so thoughtful and romantic. I wasn’t quite sure what to expect next.
“Yes, hello. This is Dr. Roberts. Is everything set? We will be pulling up shortly. I just want to make sure that no one else will be at the restaurant except for my guest and me.”
I leaned in closer to see what I could hear, now curious about his plan. I could hear someone talking fast on the other end of the phone, but I couldn’t quite make out what they were saying.
“Well, sure, the wait staff I expect to be there,” he said, laughing. “I’ll see you all soon.”
He hung up the phone, slid it back into his jacket pocket, and turned towards me.
“I hope that you like Italian food,” he said.
“What’s not to like?” I asked, incredulously. “It’s actually my absolute favorite kind of food. There’s a really awesome restaurant around the corner with some of the best pasta that you will ever eat.”
“Oh?” he asked, casually. “We’ll have to go there sometime.”
I leaned back, becoming more impressed with this thoughtful, attentive man who was showing me a wonderful time.
The carriage coasted to a stop and I almost completely fell out of my chair. We were at the very restaurant that I had been talking about. I told him as much.
“Well, good,” he said, stepping out of the carriage. “At least I know you will enjoy the food. Hopefully, you will enjoy the company at least half as much.”
“I already am,” I said, catching his hand as I eased out of the carriage.
He held my hand as we walked through the front door of the almost-empty restaurant.
Wow, this is the life, I thought to myself.
This is usually one of the busiest restaurants in town. It must have taken a considerable amount of money for them to agree to shut down just for us.
We sat down to dinner and the waiter brought out the finest red wine in the restaurant, the perfect pairing for the saucy pasta that promised to follow. Our food came out quickly, with a line of waiters rushing in to make sure that we had silverware, dressings, condiments, napkins, and anything else that we could have thought of.
I had to admit that I was impressed. It wasn’t like I didn’t have my own money or hadn’t visited my share of fine dining restaurants like this one. I just didn’t quite have this kind of money, the shut-down-fancy-restaurants kind of money.
It felt nice to be wined and dined and treated so nicely. The fact that someone would do so much and go so far out of his way to impress me was refreshing and exciting.
If this was the first date, I thought, what would other dates look like? I figured I’d better make sure my Passport was up to date in case I ever needed to find out.
I looked down at the beautifully-prepared plate of pasta and over at Dr. Roberts and smiled brightly.
A girl could get used to this.
Chapter Seven
Ted
“I am stuffed,” said Anne, wiping the corners of her mouth daintily with the napkin.
“Are you ready for dessert? At my house?” I asked, hoping that she didn’t find my offer too forward.
She sat up attentively and swallowed hard. She leaned towards me.
“I sure am,” she said, pushing her plate away from her.
We left the table and walked outside to where the limo had pulled back up and was waiting for us. We drove in silence to my house, holding hands.
I couldn’t tell if she was just happy from all of the food in her belly or if she was enjoying the date. I wanted to think that maybe it was a nice mix of both. Either way, it made my heart happy, seeing her lit up like a Christmas tree.
“Here we are,” I said, as we pulled into my long driveway.
She gasped.
“Oh, my goodness,” she exclaimed, clapping her hand over her mouth. “You live here? It looks like a mansion!”
“Yes, this is what I call home sweet home,” I said. “But, in all honesty, it’s too big. I mean, I’m the only
person living here, so it’s much too big of a house for just one person.”
Anne stared at the house in shock.
This was my moment while she stood frozen in place. I swept her off of her feet, catching her off guard. She almost fell out of my arms as she jumped, startled. She was so dainty and light. She fit easily into my arms.
I was going to make sweet love to her. I kissed her lips gently, taking care to taste every inch of her sweet lips.
She giggled.
It wasn’t exactly the response that I had expected.
“Everything okay?” I asked, thinking that maybe I had tickled her as I had freed my hand to unlock and open the front door.
“Um, yeah,” she said, starting to look around nervously. “I, uh, just have never done anything like this before.”
“You mean come home on the first date with a handsome stranger?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood.
“Well, yeah, that, too…” she said, starting to fidget even more.
She was moving so much that she was starting to make my arms tired, so I put her down.
What could it be that is bothering her so much?
I wracked my brain, trying to think of what it could have been. I didn’t think that she was a prude. If that were the case, she never would have gone out on a date with me, especially after our encounter in my office.
Then, it hit me like a ton of bricks: she was a virgin. I didn’t know why it had taken me so long to figure it out. But all of the nervousness and saying that she hadn’t ever been with a man before suddenly made sense.
That must have been why she had been holding out for so long.
But I had to know for sure.
“You aren’t a virgin, are you?” I asked her, like I didn’t believe that it could be true.
She looked at me nervously, like she was looking for any sign of teasing. She stared at the floor before answering.
“Yes,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.
My heart started beating faster the more excited that I became. I was going to be the man to take her virginity.
She was such an incredibly beautiful and smart woman; it was special and I knew that.
Even though I was growing more excited by the minute, I told myself that I would take my time.
I led her down the long hallway towards my bedroom. I laid her on my bed and slowly undressed her. Once she lay there, stark naked, her porcelain skin gleaming in the moonlight, I had to tell myself to calm down.
My dick was already starting to harden and I wanted to show her how special she was first. Her nipples were pink and perky, hardened from the cool breeze wafting in from the open window.
I took her breasts in my hand one at a time, squeezing them gently. I leaned down and kissed each mound, feeling her warm, soft skin pressed against my lips.
She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, smiling seductively. I laid her back and kissed her from her breasts down to her stomach, making a trail down to her center.
She jumped as I slowly ran my hand back and forth across her pussy. I gently parted her pussy lips with my finger and found that she was already wet. My cock started to harden even more at the thought of me being inside of her.
Not yet, I told myself.
I leaned down and kissed her clit over and over, feeling her writhe beneath my touch. I was sure she couldn’t take any more teasing, but nevertheless, I circled my tongue around her clit.
She sucked in air, grabbing my face with her hands.
She moved her hips around and around as I licked and sucked her clit.
“Ted,” she gasped, moaning.
I darted my tongue in and out of her hole, tasting every drop of her sweet nectar as it coated my tongue.
Then I grabbed her ass, squeezing it as she pumped faster and faster.
Her breath came harder and harder until I could feel her clit dancing on my tongue, electrified and excited.
A hot trail of her cum filled my mouth as I sucked, drinking in her powerful orgasm.
She tried pushing me away, but I held her firmly in place.
Her screams echoed off the walls as her body spasmed harder and harder.
I finally let go, only long enough to take off my clothes, no longer able to contain my own excitement, and got ready for the next round.
Chapter Eight
Anne
I felt like fireworks were coursing up and down my body from the strong orgasm that Ted had just given me, using only his hands and his mouth. If that had been the end of it, I would have walked away satisfied.
When my body had finally calmed down a little, I looked up to find him naked and hovering over me.
There was more?
I couldn’t believe that this older, experienced doctor was going to be the one to take my virginity. But he had already proven that he knew exactly what he was doing, so I was ready.
He kissed me hard and guided his dick against my pussy, rubbing it around my soaking wet clit. I was already so slippery and wet.
He slowly pushed his cock inside me, gently filling me up and stretching me with every long, hard inch of him. I tensed, feeling my pussy walls throb with both pleasure and pain.
“You okay?” he asked me, in a concerned voice.
“Yes,” I told him, as the pleasure began to outweigh the pain.
I loved how he was stretching out my pussy and starting to fill me all the way up. His huge cock felt so good and snug inside me.
“Okay, good, because this feels fucking amazing,” he said.
He moaned, digging his dick in as deep as it would go. He pushed his cock in and out of me, slowly at first, taking long, deep strokes. He caressed my breasts and played with my nipples while he kept a steady rhythm, going in and out of my pussy that was tightening its grip around his hard dick.
He stroked faster and faster, plunging so deep inside of me, I dug my nails into his arm to try to brace myself. I could feel a slow, dull burn building up in my pussy as he pushed himself with all of his might, smacking his body into mine.
I opened up wider for him, as wide as I could. He was thoroughly enjoying himself and so was I. He reached down and grabbed a handful of my hair before he realized it. His eyes snapped open and he looked down at me, shocked and embarrassed.
“No, please,” I begged. “I want more. Don’t stop. I love it.”
And with that, he took off, pulling my hair and pounding my pussy like there was no tomorrow. I came over and over as he thrust inside me. I loved watching his muscled chest and strong, defined abs as he fucked me for my very first time.
Finally, I felt his cock throbbing and knew he was close. Sure enough, he let out a groan as he came, long and hard, pulsing deep inside of my pussy. He collapsed in a heap on top of me, struggling to catch his breath.
We lay there holding each other, in awe of the amazing feeling that had just taken place between us. We fell asleep in each other's arms.
I woke up to the sound of birds chirping and sunlight filtering in through the window.
It was morning and I was supposed to open the doors to the practice since I had been the last one out. That involved locking up the office and so now I had the keys.
“Oh, no!” I said, springing out of bed, hoping that it wasn’t too late.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, sleepily. “What time is it?”
“I’m not really sure, but I know that it’s morning and I’m probably going to be late for work and make everyone else late, too.”
That got his attention.
He popped up out of bed.
“I’ve got to get to work myself,” he said, grabbing a handful of clothes and rushing towards the bathroom. “My limo driver can take you home or to work or wherever you need to go. I’ll call you. I promise.”
He paused, ran over to where I stood, planted a kiss directly on my forehead, and then ran out of the room, swinging his tight ass behind him as he went.
Chapter Nine
Ted
> I could still smell her scent on me even days later. Or at least that’s what I thought as I sat in my office thinking about her. Her scent, her skin, the memory of her hair gripped in my hands, made me remember what it had been like to be with her.
And it made me crave her all over again.
At the very least, it made me want to talk to her again to see how she was doing. I had been so caught up in work and trying to get the practice caught up since we had just gotten an influx of new patients that that I hadn’t had time to call her yet as promised.
I didn’t want any more time to go by before I heard her voice. And from the way that the date had gone, I couldn’t wait to see how another date would go.
I was definitely asking her out again and I felt pretty positive that she would want to go. The way that she was all but in awe the night of the date was obvious.
I couldn’t help but feel as if I was back in high school, impressing the prettiest girl in the class. The fact that she seemed to want to be with me just as much was making my heart pound with excitement. I was glad I had gone to such great lengths to give her a good date.
But something told me that Anne wouldn’t have needed me to go to such over the top measures. Even though she had been impressed, she seemed appreciative enough that even a stroll in the park would have been more than enough. With her, I could tell that it was the thought that counted.
The chance to flaunt my money, though, was always exciting.
I looked through my cell phone for her number and remembered that I had gotten her number from the patient’s records in the computer database and used the office phone, so I didn’t have it in my cell phone. And since I was sitting in the break room without access to patient records, I wouldn’t be able to pull it up right away.
Thank goodness for modern technology, though. I would just Google her number and call her that way.
I thought about just calling over to the front desk and asking Sheila, the receptionist, to look up Anne’s number in the patient database, making some excuse as to why I would need to call her, but I didn’t want to risk raising suspicion. If anyone even became even the least curious about what I was doing and decided to look into it more, I could lose my job for sleeping with a patient.