by Naomi Niles
As the days passed I got stronger, but the raw need I felt for Amber got stronger, as well. It was killing me that I wanted her so badly and I couldn’t have her. I lay awake all Thursday night thinking about her. I wondered if maybe I needed to just call one of the girls I used to booty call. That might stave off the hornies for a while – but the bottom line was that for the first time in years I didn’t just want sex. I wanted her.
By the time the sun came up on Friday morning, I convinced myself that I had to find out if she wanted me as badly as I did her. In order to do that, I needed to get her alone. She wasn’t going to agree to go out with me and the clinic got way too packed during the day for any alone time to happen. I formulated a plan in my head. I had no idea if it would work or not, but at the rate my therapy was going, I wouldn’t need the clinic much longer. I had to act now – before I lost the opportunity.
The first thing I did when I got up that morning was to call the clinic and ask what the latest appointment Amber had available was. I got lucky when the new girl answered the phone. Not only does she not really know all the protocols, yet but I think she has a little crush on me, too.
“She’s here until five, so she takes appointments until four, but she’s booked this afternoon.”
“Is there anything you can do for me, Sadie? It’s just that I have a doctor’s appointment this morning that I forgot about, but I really don’t want to miss my session. I’ve been doing so well.”
“I’m sorry, Kyle; I’m just not sure what I can do. Joyce is off today.” I knew that. I’d heard her telling Amber that the day before. “Amber is the only therapist here today.”
“Is there any way she can see me at five…just this once?”
“Um…I guess I could ask her.”
“Would you, Sadie? That would be awesome.”
“Sure, hang on for a minute.”
A few minutes later, she came back on the line. “Kyle, Amber said she can see you at five. The clinic will be locked up right at five though, so can you get here just a little early so I can let you in before I leave and lock up?”
“Absolutely, Sadie. Thank you so much.”
“You’re welcome, Kyle. I’m glad you’re doing so well.”
I hung up feeling a little guilty about being manipulative, but I also knew that Amber could have easily said no. The fact that she didn’t gave me hope. The next thing I did was call Greg. Over the past week, things between us had started feeling like they used to. I hadn’t forgotten what he’d done, but I think I was coming around to eventually forgiving him.
“Hey, I need to ask you a big favor.”
“Absolutely, what do you need?”
I told him my plan. Greg was the only one in my world that would think it was a good idea. As a matter of fact, he thought it was a great one. He agreed to take me to the clinic and not come back until I called him – if I called him. Now all I had to do was convince Amber that she wanted this as much as I did.
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“So how did your appointment go?” Amber had her green scrubs on today. I loved those. Her eyes looked like emeralds when she wore green.
“Good, the doctor said there are no signs of what’s left of the tumor growing,” I lied. I didn’t have an appointment today. It wasn’t scheduled until next week.
“Good. Okay, are you ready to get started?”
“Yep.” Sadie was here when I arrived and she was letting Amber’s last appointment out the door. She took me back to where Amber was and then hung around for a while until I was worried she was going to stay. Thankfully after fifteen minutes or so, Amber told her she was welcome to go home. Now, it was just her and me. I was far enough along to do my own leg exercises. I missed the days of her touching me – it almost made me want to take a few steps back in my progress. I sat down on the mat and stretched out my legs, and then she helped me up so I could do the parallel bars.
“You’re amazing,” she said when I made it to the end. “Only two weeks ago you were sweating bullets doing this and look at you now, not even breaking a sweat.”
I grinned at her. “I have to tell you, this is not the first time I’ve been called amazing.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m sure,” she said. I had to channel the old Kyle, the one that was self-conscious about his limp or the bald spots on his head.
“I seem to recall you screaming it out once or twice-”
“Kyle!”
I laughed and took a step closer to her. God, she smells so good. “What?” I purposely lowered my voice. “I can’t even remember how good it was?”
“Kyle…” That one came out in a whisper, but she didn’t step back.
“You don’t remember, Amber?” I reached up and just lightly touched her hair as I took one step closer.
“Kyle, please…” that one was so faint I could barely hear it.
I put my mouth next to her ear. “Please what, Amber? I’m just talking about memories, memories that keep me awake at night. Sometimes there’s no other way for me to get to sleep at night other than to relive it. Do you ever relive it, Amber? Do you ever lie in your bed and run your hands across your gorgeous body and think about me?”
“Kyle…I can’t do this.”
“Do what? I’m not asking you to do anything…” I let my lips brush against her ear and I felt her shiver. “We’re just talking about our memories here. You can’t take those away from me. I remember how you feel…how you taste…the sexy little sounds you make.”
“Oh fuck…Kyle…”
“What, baby? What do you want?”
She didn’t answer me, at least, not with words. She turned towards me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and pulled her body up into me. I held onto her with one arm and the bar with the other as our lips met. I felt her sweet lips part and I slid my tongue into her mouth and tasted her. Nothing tasted as sweet as her…nobody tasted as sweet as her. Her warm and wet tongue was as busy exploring as mine was. Her body was melding into me. My cock was already rock hard – it was painful. I needed her. I broke the kiss and only pulled back enough so that I could look down into her beautiful eyes. “I need you, Amber…please.” She still didn’t speak; she only nodded. She took my hand and walked me slowly into the massage room. My heart was racing, and I had finally broken a sweat.
The room was small and filled with aromatic plants and a small fountain in the corner. The lighting was low and sexy and there was a big massage table in the center of it. There was a sheet and a pillow on it. She pulled me down for another kiss and nearly shoved her tongue down my throat this time. She was as hot, if not hotter than I was. “Take off your clothes and lay down on the table,” she said in a low, sexy voice.
“Really?” I asked her with a grin.
She grinned up at me and winked. “Really,” she whispered. “I’ll be right back.”
I watched her step through a different door than the one we came in. I was kind of in shock that she not only agreed to this, but she wanted to play. For a few seconds, I considered the possibility of her leaving me here stripped down and taking off, but I was pretty sure that wasn’t her style. I started stripping off my clothes, using the table to hold onto as I did. I was slow and kept expecting her to come back in, but by the time I was completely nude, she still hadn’t shown back up.
The anxiety crept in again just a little bit as I lay face down on the massage table. I put my face in the hole in the table and stared down at the floor until I heard the click of the door. I started to lift my head, but she flipped off the light and said, “Don’t, stay comfortable.” She flipped on another light, a small one, and flipped on the CD player, allowing smooth jazz to waft through the room. I felt her hands suddenly on my back and for the next several minutes, she rubbed, squeezed, and manipulated every muscle in my back. My hard cock was boring a hole into the leather beneath me as she massaged her way down my spine. I’d come here hoping for a quickie in the therapy room…and five minutes in, she was already surpassing my wil
dest dreams.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
AMBER
I couldn’t believe I was doing this. It had always been a fantasy of mine – and Kyle was my new favorite fantasy. I’d come back to work this week with a promise to myself that Kyle and I were going to be strictly business, but by yesterday afternoon, I felt like I was going to explode. I’d gone home and taken a long, hot bubble bath. Kyle was right about my memories and whether I touched myself when I remembered him. I had brought myself to orgasm in the bathtub three times and once more in bed. When he propositioned me today, there was no way I had the willpower to say no.
I reached up on the shelf behind me and picked out one of the scented oils that had a deeply male fragrance. I poured some of it into my good hand and started at the base of his spine, just above the swell of his super sexy ass, working the oil into his muscles all the way up to his neck. I could see him keep flexing his hips and knew his cock must have been throbbing.
I finished his back and neck and poured a little more oil in my hand. I started on his butt and I slowly and deeply worked the muscles there. He arched his back and pulled his legs in just slightly. I could tell the sexual frustration was getting to him. I worked my ways down the tops of his thighs to his knees and back up the other side, stopping just short of touching any of his swollen parts. He groaned and tried to wiggle down – his body language was begging me to touch his cock, but I wanted to tease him just a little bit more.
“Roll over, Kyle.” He used his strong arms and quickly flipped himself over on his back. When he saw that I was naked, his throbbing hard cock actually twitched. He reached for one of my nipples and I let him grab it and roll it between his fingers. I love the way he touches me, and I love the reverent look in his eyes when he looks at me. I smiled wickedly at him as I reached for different oil. This one was flavored, and I knew it was there because I’d given it to our massage therapist Linda as a joke. She told me she kept it on the shelf just in case a “tasty” one came in.
I poured some in my hand and then I slowly spread it all over my breasts while he watched. It was hot touching myself in front of him, but mostly it was hard massaging with only one hand, I needed some help. Once my breasts were all lubed up, I bent over and let them rub across his chest.
“Oh, baby…” My hard nipples bore into his skin as I began a sensuous massage using only my breasts and nipples. I worked them down one side of his body, adjusting my body to let his cock slide between them as I pressed them together. My tits were soaked in the silky oils, and he was mumbling sexy things under his breath as his cock slid in between them.
I continued on down and massaged one of his legs with them, moving all the way down to his feet. “Jesus Christ, Amber… You’re going to kill me.” I grinned and moved around so that I was right above his head. When I bent forward to let my breasts rub against his cheeks and lips, he opened his mouth and caught one. He immediately started sucking and licking, even biting down slightly on my engorged nipples. He definitely knew what to do with his tongue. I let him pleasure me like that for a while before I pulled back and returned to the other end of the table by his feet. I used my good arm to wedge his legs apart, and I started massaging the inner muscles there. God, I love touching him…he’s so hot.
His cock was as hard as a rock and when I leaned in even more and pressed my tongue right at the base of it, he nearly jumped off the table. “Jesus Christ!” I grinned and moved on. I let my tongue probe down between his sexy, muscular thighs and up along the crevice between them and his heavy balls. He groaned and gasped as I licked my way up to the tip of his cock. I opened my lips and let it slide into my mouth, and then I sucked the whole thing in down to the back of my throat. He bucked his hips up off the table and twisted his fingers up in my hair as I kept working his cock with my lips and tongue, each suck ending with him resting at the base of my throat.
After a while, I raised my head and told him, “Bring your pillow and lay down on the sheet in the floor.” He didn’t bat an eye before he slid off the table. I was afraid he would fall, so I helped him to the floor and onto his back, and then I moved up to his head and lowered my pussy down onto his face.
He was quick on the uptake and within seconds, his hot tongue was licking and probing. I moved back and forth, helping him pleasure me. He worked that amazing tongue from one end of me to the other as my thighs quivered and my heart beat so fast I thought it might explode. Then he bit down on my clit, and I literally screamed out his name as he held it there between his teeth and began sucking and licking. My orgasm was approaching fast and when it hit me, it was like a ton of bricks. I had to drop forward onto his body because I was shaking so hard that I couldn’t sit up straight. I could hardly breathe. He was going to kill me…literally.
When I could move again, I turned around and straddled him. I lowered my lips to his and we attacked each other. We kissed and pawed at each other hungrily like we were both starving for it and we had to have all of each other all at once. While our lips were locked in a passionate, tongue-tangling kiss, I raised up enough to allow his hard cock to slip inside of me. We moaned into each other as he reached down and grabbed my hips and began thrusting up into me. I thrust my hips down as he thrust up and we finally calmed down a bit and found a comfortable rhythm. He broke our hungry kiss and burrowed his face into my neck where he began to kiss, lick, and suck, working his way down until he reached my breasts. He used his tongue to circle first one and then the other nipple and flick across it as I whimpered and moaned. He pushed into me deeper and harder as he pleasured my breasts.
“Kyle…”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Just…oh God, Kyle…so good…” I felt him grin into me as his pace picked up even more. I felt another orgasm building up all the way from my toes. I cried out his name again, and he brought his face back up to look into my eyes and then he whispered my name before I felt his body go tight and his hands dig into my skin. That put me over the edge and we came together, panting and gasping and writhing in the oil that our bodies were both covered in now.
I shook and quivered, and once the high had passed and I lay comfortably in his arms, the regrets began to slip in. Dylan was still in rehab. He’d been there for almost two weeks and he was doing great. He thought that I’m waiting for him. Kyle shifted underneath me and I felt his hands come up and take my face in them. He brought his lips sweetly to mine and that warmth spread through me, obliterating all thoughts of Dylan – for the time being.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
KYLE
Amber and I didn’t talk about us. We didn’t talk about Dylan. We just continued on with life as usual for the next two months, except for Friday afternoons when she would schedule me for five o’clock and we’d spend an hour or two after everyone left having wild, incredibly hot sex in the massage room. I was getting stronger and we’d experiment with a different position each time. I liked to think of it as extra therapy. The only one I talked to about it was Greg and, of course, he thought the whole thing was a great idea. I refused to let myself think about what would happen when I finished my therapy in another month – or when Dylan finished rehab. I hadn’t asked her, so I had no idea when that might be.
For now I was happy and for the first time in my life, I allowed myself to do something without considering the repercussions or its effect on my future. I moved back into my loft at the end of the second month after my surgery, against Sarah’s wishes. I was used to doing things my sister disapproved of, though, so that was okay. Dad was supportive. I got a full nod out of him when I mentioned it.
I walk with a cane now and I’m much steadier on my feet. Michael handed over the new account to me, and I worked from home for now on the designs for the new building the company wanted. If these kept going well, I’ll go back to the office after I finish my therapy. As it is now, I communicate with the owner via Skype and I keep myself so busy that most of the time, Sarah doesn’t even have time to nag me about anything. I hones
tly think if life stayed this way forever, I could live with it just fine – for the most part.
This morning as I worked on my computer, I got a call that just might change the course of all of that.
“Hi, Kyle, this is Brenda from Dr. Grant’s office.”
“Hi, Brenda, what’s up?”
“Dr. Grant would like to know if you can come into the office this afternoon.”
“This afternoon? Okay…can you tell me what this is about?” After my surgery, I saw them once a week for a while, but after they took out the staples, I only had to go in once a month for my scans. The doctor told me that with all tumors there was a possibility of re-occurrence. He said if they got it all during surgery there was less of a chance, but when he removed mine there was a small part that had attached itself to too many nerve endings and blood vessels to safely remove. We did the scans routinely just to make sure it wasn’t growing. My first scan had been all clear last month. I had the second one yesterday. Her asking me to come in today freaked me out a little bit.
“The doctor wants to talk to you, Kyle.” I had figured she wouldn’t tell me anything on the phone, but it was worth a shot.
With a resigned sigh I said, “Okay, what time?” I still wasn’t allowed to drive. Although my coordination was a hell of a lot better than it was, it still wasn’t quite up to par.
“How is one o’clock?” I looked at the clock. It was ten now.
“Okay, that will work.” I hung up and called Greg. “Hey are you busy this afternoon?”
“Yeah, man, I’m sorry. I have a new client and I have to meet with her about doing some cabinets for her kitchen. Is everything okay?” I guess he could hear the anxiety in my voice. I hadn’t let myself think of the possibility of it returning – until now. I was trying to keep from completely freaking out by telling myself if it was growing again, I’d have symptoms. I hadn’t had a headache in over a month and everything else was great. There must be another reason he wants to see me.
“Yeah, it’s fine. I just have a doctor’s appointment, but I’m sure Sarah will take me. If not, I can take a cab or Uber.”