by Marie Solka
“I have a surprise for you,” I said in between heavy breaths.
He glanced up at me. “You do? What is it?”
“I can’t tell you. I have to show you.” I got off his lap and headed to the bedroom. “I’ll call you when I’m ready.”
Once the door was closed I changed into the outfit I bought the day before. It was a sexy white nurse costume with a little red cross on the chest and matching red thong. I slipped on a pair of heels, ran my fingers through my hair, then I got nervous all of a sudden. I wasn’t sure if it was too soon to live out a fantasy with him. I hoped he wouldn’t think I was weird.
“Can I come in yet?” I heard him ask.
I took a deep breath and dimmed the light. “All set,” I said.
Greg opened the door, then his eyes grew wide and his jaw simultaneously dropped. “Oh God,” he groaned. “You look so hot.”
Relieved, I playfully said, “Are you ready for your exam then?”
He looked like he was going to break through his pants he was so hard. He nodded and took a seat on the bed. Then I walked toward him, sashaying in a fashion that showed off my assets.
I leaned forward so my breasts spilled over the top of the costume. “Now why don’t you start by telling me your symptoms,” I said in a throaty whisper.
Greg looked eager to play along. “Let me see,” he said, pretending to think. “I’m in love with this incredible girl. And when I’m near her she makes my heart race.”
“I see,” I said. Then I bent over and reached for the stethoscope I’d pulled out of my bag earlier. I heard Greg gulp. I stood in front of him and secured the rubber earpieces in my ear and put the device against his chest. “Oh my,” I said in an exaggerated tone. “Your heart is beating very hard, I mean fast.”
I began unbuttoning his shirt and pulled it off him. Then I paused, held his gaze and said, “This is more serious than I thought. I’m going to have to remove your pants.”
As soon as I got his jeans off I was barely able to set my medical equipment aside before he threw me on the bed. In an instant, he’d gone from lingering touches to behaving like a panther.
He ripped my panties off and buried his face between my legs. I wasn’t sure what he was doing differently than he did last time, but it felt ten times better. Maybe it was his excitement level. Maybe the first time he was calculating how to please me, and he definitely had, but today he was like a savage.
I began screaming so loud I was sure my neighbors were going to find a way to have me evicted if this continued. And it did, again and again. Finally Greg stopped. “Can I give it to you from behind?” he asked.
“By ‘from behind,’ do you mean…”
He blushed. “I just mean from behind. I’m not into…um…that.” He hesitated. “I mean, unless you are…”
“No, not even a little,” I said. He breathed a sigh of relief.
“Well, now that we’ve dispensed with that awkward moment…”
He climbed up behind me and eased himself inside. Then he grabbed my hips and started thrusting, slowly at first, then faster and deeper as I began to pant and moan. Soon he was moaning as loud as I was. Then, after a final, groaning thrust, he collapsed onto the bed, spent and exhausted.
“Is it wrong that I’m hungry again?” he asked just a couple minutes later.
I snuggled up to him. “No. You’ve just used up a lot of energy, and you had a light dinner. You want chocolate chip cookies?”
“Mmm. Those do sound good right about now. Do you have milk?”
“Yep,” I said, getting up. I reached for my clothes and put them back on. Greg dressed too and we headed to the kitchen.
I set the cookies on a plate and poured two glasses of milk. We sat side by side, munching contentedly.
I grinned at Greg. “You’re lucky you live in a house,” I told him.
“Why’s that?”
“Because,” I said, “Think of how loud we just were. My neighbors are going to hate me soon if that continues.”
Greg shrugged. “Then we’ll do it at my house next time. No worries.”
I dunked another cookie into my glass of milk. “But what about your dad? His chart doesn’t say he suffers from hearing loss.”
“Don’t worry about him. He adores you, and wants to give us some privacy. He finds things to do out of the house on nights when you come around.”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed that. But I don’t know if I like it. I don’t want him to have to leave his own house just because I’m stopping by.”
Greg reached for my hand. “We’ll mix it up then. Some nights we come here, some nights we go to my house. We’ll just have to learn how to be a little quieter. And by ‘we,’ I mean you.”
I slapped his arm playfully. “Hey, you weren’t particularly quiet that last time.”
He began tapping his fingers on the table, then looked my way. “How do you feel about going on a business trip with me?”
“Where to?” I asked. I’d go anywhere he wanted to take me.
“There’s a big robotics conference in Seattle. I took my dad to the last one, but I’d love it if you came along this time.”
I lit up at the idea. “I’d love to,” I said.
“Great. I’ll book the tickets then. I usually stay at a cheap hotel, but I think splurging is in order this time.” He placed his hand on my knee and gave me a kiss.
I climbed back on his lap and started kissing his forehead, his eyelids, his cheeks. “You make me so happy Greg. I can’t wait to go.”
He was beginning to get happy again too. And it was back to the bedroom for the rest of the night.
Chapter 25
I stopped by my mom’s after work the next day. Even though I had been consumed with my own life, I hadn’t forgotten that she seemed a bit down. I hoped to catch up with my dad too.
I knocked on the door, and as luck would have it, my dad answered. “Hey sweetie,” he said.
“Hey Dad. How’ve you been?” He looked like he’d lost weight.
“Oh, you know. Working hard. Worrying about you, worrying about Tabby,” he joked.
I smiled. “Don’t worry about us. We’ll be fine. In fact, you and Mom should take a vacation. Have some fun.” I said, patting him on the shoulder. “By the way, where is she?”
“I think she’s doing laundry. Gloria,” he called out. “Sam’s here.”
Dad and I walked into the kitchen and sat down, then he gave me an inquisitive look. “So your mother tells me you have a boyfriend now.”
My face lit up.
“When do we get to meet him?” he asked.
My mom walked into the room. “Meet who?”
“Greg,” I answered. “Dad was just asking when you guys get to meet him.”
She sat down, wearing an expectant look that mimicked his. “My thoughts exactly,” she said.
“Well we just started dating. I don’t want to freak him out right away. If it feels right I’ll bring him over. Or maybe since Mom’s birthday is in September we can have a party,” I suggested.
“Oh. That would be nice,” Mom said, eyeing Dad. She seemed excited by the idea. He just shrugged, oblivious to the opportunity he’d missed to make her feel special.
“You’ll meet him soon enough either way,” I said, feeling uncomfortable.
Dad nodded, then got up and went to the restroom. After he was gone Mom said, “I heard you talked to Tabby.”
“Yeah,” I said. “I couldn’t pretend I hadn’t heard about Jack from you. Sorry about that. I think Tabby would have figured it out anyway. But I don’t think we have to worry. Jack’s just a friend. She’s just hanging out with him out of convenience, or maybe pity.” I wasn’t entirely convinced I believed either one, but I wasn’t about to admit to my mom that I thought Tabby might still have feelings for the jerk.
“If you say not to worry, then I won’t. I just wish she’d meet someone nice like you did.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” I said. T
here was a silence, and in it I felt a certain sadness seep through. “How are you and Dad doing?”
She gave me a smile that didn’t look genuine. “Good. Everything’s fine.”
“I don’t like it when you do that.”
“When I do what?”
“When you tell me everything is fine when it clearly isn’t.”
“It’s just a little rough patch. Like I said the other day, when you’ve been married a long time, you go through seasons like this. But that’s all it is. A season. A brief season. We’re fine. We’re going to be fine.”
I thought about pressing the issue, but decided it would be pointless. At least she’d opened up a little more than usual.
“How are things with Greg?” she asked, shutting down any follow up. “Have you seen him a lot lately?” Her mood seemed to improve whenever she asked me about him.
“Things are wonderful,” I said. “We’ve been spending a lot of time together. In fact, he just invited me to come along with him on a business trip to Seattle. I’m pretty excited about it.”
My mom got teary-eyed. This was happening far more frequently than ever before. “That’s wonderful honey. I hope you have a great time.” She could tell I noticed her emotional reaction. “Don’t mind me. I’m dealing with crazy hormone changes. You don’t want to know, believe me.”
I reached out and took her hand. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me Mom. I love you.”
That caused her to burst into tears. Then she came over and gave me a bone-crushing hug. “I love you too sweetie,” she said.
We hugged in silence for a moment. When she broke away from the hug, she was wearing a sad smile.
“What are you and Dad doing for dinner?”
“Your father is grilling chicken. Why don’t you stay and eat with us.”
“Is there enough food? I know you weren’t expecting me.”
My mom gave me a look. “There’s always enough food for our favorite older daughter.”
I spent the evening with my parents, telling them more about Greg. How we met, what he did for a living, how smart he is. They both listened attentively, and during our meal they seemed to get along fine. Maybe it was hormones after all. Was Mom old enough to be menopausal? I shuddered at the thought. I hated the idea of my parents getting older.
When I got home I noticed I missed a call from Greg. I changed into my pajamas and called him back. “Hey,” I said. “What are you up to?”
“Not much,” he said. “Worked all day. Had dinner with my dad. Missed you.”
I smiled. “Sounds a lot like my day,” I said. “I worked, stopped by my parents place, ate dinner and hung out. We talked about you.”
“You talked about me? What did you say?” He sounded playful, unconcerned.
“Oh, you know. I told them you bang me silly until I can’t walk.”
He burst out laughing. It was the loudest I’d ever heard him laugh, a much more manly laugh than the high-pitched giggle I’d grown accustomed to. “No you didn’t.”
“I did. I told them their daughter turned into a porn star and you’re to blame. Now they want to meet you.”
Greg began cackling again. “Seriously, what’d you guys talk about?”
“You know. I told them how cute you are, how smart you are. That we were getting along great. Then they wanted to know when they will get to meet you.”
“I was thinking the same thing. I thought maybe I was just going to be your sex slave and you didn’t want them to know who I was in case you trade me in on a better model.”
Now I laughed. “That would never happen. I adore you too much. You really want to meet them?”
“Of course,” he said.
“I wasn’t sure you’d want to meet them so soon. I figured I’d invite you to the next family gathering. My mom’s birthday is in September. How about I bring you round then? I mean, if I don’t give you heart failure or wear you out first,” I teased.
“Sounds good. The meeting them and the you trying to wear me out first. I accept the challenge.”
I smiled, remembering the last time I’d worn him out. Then my mind flitted back to my family. “We’re having a party for my mom’s birthday,” I said. I decided we were doing something. I wouldn’t leave it up to my dad to plan. “Tabby will be in town too, so you’ll get to meet her. You should bring your dad along.”
“Let me mention it to him. I’m 97 percent certain he’d like to come.”
“Ninety-seven percent?”
“Give or take three percent,” he added, goofing around. “Speaking of my dad. He tells me tomorrow is his last appointment. So, your work is done here? You’ve healed him?”
“No, silly. He’s still diabetic, but he’s been doing much better. His foot has improved and since he’s stable there’s no reason for me to see him anymore.”
“Hmm. Now you just have to come over and take care of me,” he said. “It’s all I’ve been thinking of.”
“Tomorrow.”
“But I want you now,” he whined. “I don’t want to wait until tomorrow night.”
“Maybe tomorrow you could wear your pink robe. And nothing else.”
“God Sam. You’re killing me.”
“Sorry, but I have to go to bed now.” I gave him a kiss and said goodnight.
Chapter 26
While driving in between appointments, I thought about how grateful I was that I met Greg. I never would’ve expected to find the guy I want to spend the rest of my life with at a patient’s house. With the all the bars and online dating services out there, I assumed I’d eventually find someone that way. I had really lucked out.
Mr. Varo answered the door in good spirits. “Hey Sam. Come on in. Looks like today’s our last appointment.”
I took off my shoes and winked at him. “But not the last we see of each other.”
“Greg’s not home yet,” he said. That was code for “bring me up to date on how you guys are doing.”
“I noticed it sounded a little quiet. Isn’t he usually walking around here muttering to himself?”
Mr. Varo nodded. “He’s added humming and skipping to his routine too.” He pointed to his head and twirled his fingers around, implying Greg was nuts.
I grinned. “I’d like to think I have something to do with that.”
“Oh, you definitely have something to do with that. He’s crazy about you,” he assured me.
I unwrapped the bandage on Mr. Varo’s foot and saw that it had completely healed. I checked all his other vitals and found they were normal. “You’re doing great,” I told him. “What’s your secret?”
“Well, I have this nurse who takes good care of me, and I’ve been eating less sugar.” He sighed, and said, “And I’m happier now that I don’t have to worry about my son.”
I wondered what he was worried about, but then figured he was probably just like my mom, worrying about his son’s happiness the way Mom worried about mine and Tabby’s.
“Your son is in good hands,” I said. “I promise to take care of him and treat him right for as long as he will have me.” Hopefully forever.
“I can’t imagine anyone I’d rather see him with,” he said, smiling. “Did I mention I’d like to have a grandchild one day?”
I smiled back. “You did. And specified it should be human if I’m not mistaken.”
I began packing up my diagnostic equipment.
“Are you interested in having a family?”
“Of course,” I replied without hesitation. I had always wanted to be a mom, just had to find the right guy. I didn’t know how Greg felt about having kids, which worried me. Only thing I knew for sure was that it was too soon to bring it up.
I heard the front door open. “I’m home,” Greg announced. “You can stop trash talking now. A man’s got feelings.”
My heart fluttered just hearing his voice. Then he was in front of me wearing a silly grin. “Well hello Samantha.”
I turned to face him. “He
y,” I said, then bit my lower lip.
He giggled and walked away. I pivoted back to Mr. Varo. “See what I mean?” he said.
I nodded, then reached for my computer so I could enter in his final data. “I hope you’re hanging out with us tonight? Seems like every time I stop by you disappear.”
“I’m sorry dear, but I’m going to watch a football game at the neighbor’s house.”
“Okay. Maybe next time,” I said. “You have fun then.” I was beginning to think he didn’t mind leaving, that it was all part of his master plan.
Once Mr. Varo was gone, I went looking for Greg. I found him in his room, wearing nothing but the pink robe, loosely belted.
“You hungry?” he asked. “I was thinking of having food delivered.”
My purse fell to the floor and I leapt at him. The next moment we were on the bed and I pawed at him uncontrollably. I had to taste him that instant.
When Greg got excited and began crying out my name, it sounded far away. I was lost in the wave of passion that swept over me, and only the awareness of his erection relaxing awakened me from the trance. Afterward, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and sat on the bed next to him.
“Oh my God. That was incredible,” he said. “I’m literally shaking.”
I gave him a drowsy smile, followed by a peck on the lips.
“So? Did it happen? Was it like in the dream?”
I shook my head no and kept beaming at him.
“What’s it like? I mean, I know what it feels like for me. ‘Incredible’ doesn’t really come close. But what’s it like for you?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know. Transcendental? It’s impossible to describe. I guess seeing you in the robe overwhelmed me.” The truth was I had no explanation, other than that mystical thing called chemistry.
Greg stared at the robe like it was made of gold. “Wow. I’m going to have to take Brad out for a steak dinner. I’m so glad he gave me this.”
“Speaking of dinner, I’m kind of hungry now. What are we ordering?”