Darren slouched into his office chair and found himself staring blankly at the screen. His heart hurt. He tried to convince himself that he wasn’t such a bad person, but it wasn’t easy. Though he did find some consolation in the thought that Duke was never real and should have been deleted a long time ago—and the new guy was going to find out that Lexi had a cock sooner or later. Why not now? Wasn’t Darren doing her a favour by telling him before he got too involved?
Even with this justification, Darren still felt sick to his stomach. He looked over at Lexi, who was looking sad at her desk, and he decided that he was going to leave her alone from now on.
CHAPTER XII
It was that night that Darren found himself on Tinder, on his own profile. He was going through profiles, swiping left and right. He had a new strategy for finding a partner. This strategy involved blocking the person’s image with a piece of paper, and only swiping left or right based on the person’s profile.
Surprisingly, this strategy worked. After an hour of going through profile after profile, Darren had a few matches, and a few messages. He was pleasantly surprised to see that the girls messaging him were cute and they seemed nice enough. They didn’t log off after Darren sent a single message. Some of them really wanted to chat with him, and they seemed happy to be chatting.
Maybe Darren wasn’t so hopeless after all. Maybe he had learned a thing or two during his time as Duke.
One of the girls wanted to meet up with Darren for a date that night, so Darren went along. He felt strangely calm as he walked up to their meeting place: a hip bar in the industrial part of town. He even felt calm as he approached Cindy, his date. Her face lit up when she saw him. “Are you Darren?” she asked.
“That’s me. You must be Cindy.”
“You’re so much more handsome than in your photos. My God, man—you really need new photos!”
Darren found himself blushing. He had been putting in a bit more effort into his appearance. He’d gone to the gym a few times, and he certainly felt a bit healthier. He was happy to hear that it was showing.
Cindy was a nice enough girl—though her interests were not in line with Darren’s. She was into craft beer and electronic music. She worked as a nurse, and she didn’t have many topics of conversation that weren’t hospital-related.
At the end of the night, they parted ways without a kiss—but they were mutually happy. No one said it aloud, but there was an agreement to just be friends. The next evening, Darren found himself back on Tinder, swiping through profiles, still with the images covered.
After about twenty minutes, he came across a profile that stuck out to him in a big way. She sounded perfect—she liked all the same things as Darren. And the way her biography was worded, she sounded so gentle and so kind. Darren couldn’t swipe right fast enough.
It was only a minute later when his phone buzzed with a match. His heart leapt up near his throat as he hoped it was the girl with the sweet biography—and it was her, and she’d sent him a message.
So he peeled the paper off of his screen, so he could see what this mystery girl looked like. And then his heart fizzled down into his gut when he saw that he’d matched with Lexi.
“What are you doing on here?” she asked.
It took Darren a minute to gather the courage to respond. “The real question is, what are you doing on here?”
“Looking for love in all the wrong places,” she said.
“I hear that,” Darren said. He had to sit down. His heart was pounding too fast and his legs were trembling too hard.
“You wouldn’t believe how many dick pics I get in an hour,” she said, with a little laughing emoji.
“Well don’t worry, you won’t get one from me,” Darren said. He felt warmth rush into his cheeks. They started chatting, as if they were together at that sandwich café. “So why are you on here and not with that charming new guy from the office?” Darren asked as his heart skipped a beat.
“He got weird on me yesterday. I don’t know what happened. But he wasn’t really my type anyway. He was way too obsessed with the gym and his ‘bros’.”
And then Darren wrote, “I have to confess something to you… Actually, a few things.”
“Go for it,” she wrote.
And Darren told her everything. He told her about Duke and then he told her about what he told the new guy. “If I could go back in time and take it all back, I would. I’m really sorry.”
He didn’t get a reply back. He thought about sending her a message, asking if she’d gotten the big confession, but he knew that she’d gotten it—and he wasn’t sure he wanted to know how she felt.
But unfortunately, they only worked a few cubicles apart.
Naturally, Darren didn’t get much sleep that night. He found himself tossing and turning and regretting everything. He knew he was a bad person, and now he was going to be treated like a bad person. He was responsible for breaking the sweetest girl’s heart. He was a menace to society.
He got up early the next morning and found himself looking through job postings. He knew work was going to be torture, sitting a few dozen feet from the girl he’d deceived and stalked and tormented. So the sooner he could get a new job, the better.
He got into work early and he made sure to slouch into his office chair, so no one would see him over the short cubicle walls. When people started arriving for work, he sunk lower and he kept his gaze on his computer screen.
He recognized the sound of Lexi’s heels as she entered the office. He sunk down as low as he possibly could. He even closed his eyes and prayed for the moment to pass as quickly as possible. Her clicking heels stopped behind him, and his heart stopped with them. He took a deep breath, ready for the confrontation—ready to be reamed out in front of the whole office.
She tapped on his shoulder. He peeled his eyes open and turned around slowly. She was staring at him. “Aren’t you going to say hi?” she said.
“Hi,” he said with a turning in his gut.
“You say hi to me every morning,” she said.
Darren forced a smile. “I said hi this morning,” he said.
“Yeah, after I made you,” she said. She was grinning. She walked over to her desk and took a seat. And Darren wasn’t entirely sure what had just happened. Was she teasing him? Was she mad at him? It certainly seemed like she was being playful—but why would she be playful with him after everything he did?
Darren didn’t get much work done that morning. He was relieved when lunch came around, because he could finally slip away and get forty-five minutes away from Lexi. But the relief was short-lived. It was only ten minutes into Darren’s lunch break when his phone buzzed. He had a Tinder message from Lexi, on his real Tinder account (the only one he had left). “Where are you?” she asked.
“Where am I?” Darren asked back, not sure what to say. He didn’t want to admit that he was eating lunch in an empty boardroom on a different floor.
“Why aren’t you having a sandwich with me?” she asked.
Darren wasn’t sure what to do. Lexi was acting strangely nice, and she was strangely calm about the whole ordeal. Was she setting Darren up for some sort of public humiliation?
He slowly made his way down to the sandwich shop. His hands were trembling and the back of his neck was sweaty. If it was a public humiliation, then he knew he deserved it. And maybe being humiliated would make him feel better about what he’d done to her.
She had a table by the window. She waved him over as soon as he entered. She had a smile on her face. “Enough—I can’t take this anymore,” Darren said before he even sat down. People around were all staring at him now. Lexi’s eyes were wide. “Just get it over with,” he said. “Tell me how much you hate me. Tell me how horrible I am. Tell everyone. I can take it. I already know it.”
But Lexi was silent. She even cracked a grin. “What are you on about?” she asked.
“I lied to you, and I’m sorry about that—I don’t know how to say it so you’l
l believe me.”
She started laughing. “You think I’m mad at you?”
“Aren’t you?” he asked.
“No—I’ve never been happier,” she said. Darren looked around awkwardly and then took a seat at the table.
“Why?” he said.
“Because now I have you, and you really want me,” she said, blushing slightly. “I’m not mad—I’m flattered. You did so much just to be with me. You really don’t care about who I used to be—and that makes me so happy. I’ve never had that before. Every guy before you has either run away or gotten weird when they found out about my… secret. Some guys become creepily obsessed, and some guys go through weird existential crises. But you—you wanted me before and you want me now. And you’re real.” She was smiling big now.
“So you don’t care that I lied to you?” Darren asked.
“Care? Sure—But am I mad? No. I had some time to think about it. I want to give this a try. I want to be with you.”
She leaned over the small table and kissed him on the lips. He had to pinch his arm to make sure he wasn’t dreaming—and he wasn’t. This was really happening. Lexi really wanted to be with him.
The rest of the workday went by in an instant. Darren didn’t get much work done, and neither did Lexi. They spent the whole rest of the day staring at one another with stars glowing in their eyes. As soon as five o’clock hit, they were gone—skipping the bar, skipping the restaurants. They were going to spend the night together—just the two of them.
They ordered Chinese food to Lexi’s apartment, and then they watched a couple movies on Netflix. Darren was nervous; he knew where the night was going. He knew sex was on the dessert menu, and he hadn’t forgotten about her big cock. He was nervous, but strangely excited. It was uncharted territory that he was looking forward to exploring.
They were halfway through the third movie of the night when Lexi’s hand slipped down the front of Darren’s pants. She massaged his cock for a few seconds, and then they kissed. All of Darren’s anxieties fluttered away in an instant. He let her stick her tongue into his mouth, and then he started exploring her soft, curvy, and a little bit boyish body with his hands. He squeezed her small tits and then he squeezed her firm ass. His heart rate increased as his fingers travelled closer and closer to her cock.
“Don’t be shy,” she said.
“I’m not shy—just excited,” he said. And it was true. He didn’t feel shy or nervous. He wanted to grab that cock and stroke it. He wanted to suck it and rub it against his body until she unloaded cum all over him. He couldn’t get to it quickly enough.
When his fingers finally slipped up her skirt and wrapped around her cock, his heart rate soared. It felt so good—so warm and so satisfying. He clenched it tightly an stroked it slowly. She moaned, making his heart skip a beat. He looked into her eyes and knew that she was perfect—everything he ever wanted, cock included.
“I’m a virgin,” she whispered.
“I’ll be gentle,” he said.
“Don’t be gentle,” she said. “I want it hard.”
Darren couldn’t help but smile. He lifted up her skirt and he pulled her panties down quickly. Then he pressed the tip of his cock up to her tight hole—
Then he watched as her eyes widened as he sunk deep into her tush. Her smile grew bigger and bigger—he was a lot bigger than her little black vibrator.
“Holy shit,” she muttered. “Fuck me—please fuck me,” she said.
And she didn’t have to ask twice. He started pounding her little tush, and she started moaning. And Darren knew that as long as he had Lexi, he would be happy.
THE END
OPEN WIDE
Frank is an emergency room nurse at a busy hospital. It’s a good gig: he gets to treat lots of beautiful women on a regular basis. Though sadly, the women are always more interested in the doctors than in Frank.
But one evening, a stunning brunette named Erin comes into the hospital. She’s flirty, cute, and funny—and she’s got her sights set on Frank. And Frank isn’t about to miss his chance to get a taste of what the doctors get on a regular basis—except Erin’s got something between her legs that the other girls don’t have.
CHAPTER I
The ladies love doctors. Sometimes Frank wondered if girls got themselves injured on purpose, just so they could visit the hospital and meet a doctor—and there was no question that it was true for some women.
During Frank’s first week on the job, a young woman came in with heart attack symptoms. Her blood pressure and heart rate all seemed fine, so no one was worried—until she started having strange convulsions just as the doctor was about to leave the room. The doctor ran over to her and tried to figure out what was happening—he’d never seen anything like it before.
Everyone scrambled, worried she was having a deadly seizure—though it didn’t look like a seizure to Frank. If anything, she looked like she was suddenly possessed, like she belonged in The Exorcist.
The doctor pulled down her apron, exposing her large fake tits. He felt her chest, feeling for her heart. It was hard for Frank not to stare at the woman’s firm bolt-on tits. They look absurd, but they were still somehow terribly mesmerizing.
The doctor sent Frank to prepare an IV while he continued his attempt to calm the woman down. By the time Frank was back with everything he needed for the drip, the woman was fine. She had a big smile on her face with heavy lethargic eyes. “Thank you so much, doctor. I don’t know what I would have done without you,” she said, staring into his eyes. Her tits were still out. Frank hopped in to cover her up.
“Does that kind of thing happen a lot?” the doctor asked.
“No, it’s never happened. Are you sure I’m not having a heart attack?” she asked. There was something off about the way she spoke, as if she was auditioning for a role on a soap opera.
“Everything is fine. But I think we should probably keep you here overnight, to keep an eye on you. We’ll check up on you every couple of hours.”
“Will you be here to check on me?” she asked.
“No, but Frank or one of the other nurses will be,” the doctor said. “And if anything happens, Doctor Cindy Chung will be here to help you. She’s one of the best. But I’m done for the night. It was nice meeting you.”
The woman with the fake tits looked devastated as the handsome doctor left the room. She looked over at Frank with a pale look. She looked him up and down, as if she was trying to decide whether or not her was worth her time. Frank realized he was missing a piece of the IV drip he’d been ordered to administer. He went to get it, and when he came back, the woman was gone. She decided not to stay the night at the hospital.
And later that night, Frank overheard the senior nurses talking about the strange patient. “She was just another doctor poacher,” one nurse said.
“What’s that?” Frank asked.
“Oh, you’ll see,” the senior nurse said.
And Frank did see. It seemed like there was a new woman being administered every week who was more interested in meeting the doctor than having her problems solved. Sometimes women would come in with injuries that seemed strangely self-inflicted. Were women hurting themselves just so they could meet doctors?
Frank had been working at the hospital for two years when he witnessed his first successful doctor poacher. She came in complaining about a pain in her stomach. The doctor ordered a few tests, so Frank administered the tests. And while he was taking her blood, he couldn’t help but notice how stunning the woman was. She looked like a model—and she was a model. While Frank was on his break, he noticed a magazine in the hospital waiting room with her picture on the cover.
The tests all came back normal, but the woman continued to complain. So the doctor had a close look at her. Frank saw that the woman was staring into the doctor’s eyes, and he was staring into her eyes. “Nurse, do you mind checking on the other patients?” So Frank went to check on his other patients. When he came back, the door was locked.
He put his ear to the door and heard thumping—the doctor was giving it to the beautiful patient, and he was giving it to her hard.
And Frank knew that they were fucking because he was the one who had to clean up after the girl left for the night. There was cum on the bed sheet, as well as a large wet spot—probably her squirting. When Frank saw the doctor again that night, he couldn’t help but wonder what the appeal of doctors was to women. This particular doctor wasn’t amazingly handsome. He wasn’t very fit and his hairline was receding. Sure, he made more money than Frank—but was that it? Were these women just gold-diggers? And if the model was a gold-digger, why did Frank never see or hear from her again? Why did she leave as soon as she got a good fucking? Were doctors secretly amazing in bed?
Beautiful patients occasionally came into the hospital, but they were never interested in Frank. There was one particularly stunning blonde with short bangs and a cute ski-jump nose who came in one evening. She thought she broke her ankle, but it was just a bad sprain. Frank couldn’t help but notice her oaky perfume as he was wrapping her ankle. He looked up at her and she looked down at him. For a moment they made eye contact, and for a moment it seemed like Frank had a chance. Maybe this would be Frank’s future wife. Maybe he was seeing the love of his life for the first time…
Doctor Hudgins came into the room and stole the beautiful patient’s attention. She looked at him with glowing eyes and parted lips, as if he was a movie star. He only stuck around for a minute, but the beautiful blonde continued to stare at the doorway as soon as he was gone, as if she was waiting for him to come back. “You’re all done,” Frank said. “You can go home.”
And the beauty didn’t say much as she got up and hobbled out of the hospital.
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