by Sasha Medly
“Allison, is there something you’re not telling me?”
She muttered something unintelligible. She was hurting and furious of course there are things I’m not telling you we only just met because I tried to break into your house and rob you but the words dint come out. It was difficult to make sense of what she was saying between pants. She held her head down. When she held it back up, there were tears in her eyes. They trickled down her cheeks and she shivered she felt pain and burning at the place she only touched when she was washing.
“This was not how I imagined my first time”, she began.
First time! That revelation was like a kick in the gut. Although he suspected as much from his failed attempts to penetrate her, hearing it from her mouth almost drove him insane. He was many things, angry was one of them, very angry, so he set her down and gently pushed her a little way, and he was sorry. He didn’t want her first time to be like this either.
“If you don’t want to do this you could’ve said so”, he said sharply. “I didn’t know” she answered her breath was sharp and between huge sobs “it’s not like this happens to me often, I stay away from men.” She finished breathless. She could see he was saddened by what he did and though it hurt she didn’t think it was that bad.
“I think I want to”, she said.
“Why didn’t you tell me? I was this close to hurting you”, Leo said demonstrating with his thumb and forefinger.
“I don’t know”, she said closing one eye and making a face, “I meant to tell you or would have told but you were so distracting and I didn’t know how to get it out. It’s like I forgot how to speak.”
“Today is already memorable for you but maybe I can make your first time a bit more sweet”, he said, “Wait here.” Allison didn’t feel like waiting she felt like scaling over the wall and running away but he would find her, she could see it in his eyes he would never let her go.
He went into the bedroom and after what seemed like an eternity he returned in a tailored shirt. He turned on the music and walked over.
“May I have this dance?” Leo said walking over to where she sat.
“I’m afraid I’m not appropriately dressed”, she started then seeing the look in his eyes she jumped up and said, “Sure”. No wasn’t an answer he was ready to accept, the term submissive loomed in front of her and she breathed a ragged breath.
“I love that song”, she exclaimed as they danced to “witchcraft” by Frank Sinatra.
When the song ended he pulled her close and kissed her sweetly and sensuously. She kissed him back and ran her hand through his hair. He lifted her as they kissed, caressing her butt cheeks. The radio was playing still but she was too caught up to pay attention. He walked into the bed room. The aroma was like a warm embrace. The vanilla and musk candles he had lit excited her senses. She was touched by his gesture and hadn’t bought him for the type to care that it was her first time. That was why she hadn’t told him and she wouldn’t tell him why now that she had seen his reaction.
He laid her on the bed and unbuttoned her blouse, kissing her. Never did she once feel uncomfortable. He went from kissing her lips to kissing her breasts. She closed her eyes. She jumped a little when she felt something cold on her chest. It was wine. He had poured wine on her and licked it up before it touched the sheets.
She was in heaven. That was when he closed his cold mouth on her nipple. She felt a drizzle of liquid from her vagina. His mouth worked magic while his hand was busy with the other nipple. She moaned.
“Look at me”, he commanded.
She looked into his eyes. The radio was playing Strangers In The Night; a very fitting song to describe what was taking place with them she thought. He kissed his way downward. He poured wine in her navel and lapped it up. He pulled off her skirt and revealed her neon pink panties, they were crotch less he chuckled “I will have to get you some more of these” he said “that’s if these are the type you like” she didn’t answer she couldn’t. He took his time taking it off. The cool air that hit her excited her. He eased the panty off. She heard his intake of breath and blushed.
“You’re gorgeous, I am honoured to be your first”, Leo said roughly.
She didn’t know what to say so she said nothing. He took a swig from the wine bottle then closed his mouth on her clit. He had to hold her down. She was thrashing about so. He enjoyed her taste and her scent and her reactions were priceless. He sucked and licked her sensitive button till she felt she would go mad. She was dripping wet.
He inserted his finger into her and she groaned. Her muscles contracted around his finger. He continued suckling as he slid his finger in and out of her, wringing sweet pleasure from her. She writhed and wriggled but he held her tight. Then he put another finger into her. It hurt a little but she was too far gone to care. She ground her crotch into his face and he chuckled. “You’re a devil of a thing, greedy.”
He pulled his fingers out and replaced it with his penis. She cried out a little but soon got to enjoying it. They rode to a climax.
Finally Leo broke the ensuing silence, “I can’t have my sister-in-law in jail. Tomorrow morning I will speak with my lawyers and get her out. Hopefully, she has kept her mouth, if not, I will not press charges. Carlos has gotten what he deserves. I know him and his ways”
“And, I think you my dear, have found yourself somewhere to live and work”, Leo said patting the bed beside him.
“Thank you very much”, Allison said gratefully, blushing beet red.
“No thank you”, Leo said kissing her.
The End
Story
Description:
Trish is single and 9 months pregnant. She is a waitress putting herself through college trying to make a better life for her future baby. When she goes into the hospital for a check up she has a new doctor as her old doctor retired. The new doctor is a tall dark and handsome alpha male. His name is Dr. McGregor. He is immediately attracted to Trish, she's gorgeous. Trish can't help but feel the chemistry. And they have sex in the hospital long and hard
Trish Morningstar did her best to not explode at the child who just threw his milkshake on her uniform. Working as a waitress sucked. The wage was a joke, tips were small and the customers were mostly jerks. Going to college and working part-time was hard enough. Worse when you were pregnant. People would gawk and stare at her growing belly as if they never saw a pregnant woman before. She would soon have to take time off to give birth. At five foot two with blonde hair, brown eyes and a nice frame, it would be great to get fit again.
Right now she should be planning what internship or job she would be going for. Instead, she had to keep up with appointments with her doctor for the baby. College was a time to explore and experiment. Sadly she went about it the wrong way and got saddled with a baby. Her parents were disappointed and anytime she visited, it was clear they were ashamed. Their shining star was now going to be taking care of a baby on her own. They offered to help a bit but there was no question she was on her own for the brunt of this unplanned pregnancy.
Her biggest mistake was Shane Roberts. A brown-haired, green-eyed, supermodel-like figure studying to be an anthropologist. He came from a wealthy family with Jewish roots. They started dating during her second year. At first, it was a dream come true and her parents loved him. Then she discovered the cheating and drugs. They started fighting and when she got pregnant, naively assumed that would fix everything. Instead, the arguments got worse and one day she came back from Summer Break only to find out he left the country. When she tried to contact his family they sent a threatening letter stating if she pursued child support or embarrassed them. They would seek full custody of the baby. A devastated Trish was thrown aside. Men like Shane only used females for their ends.
Her parents never placed blame on Shane. Somehow she had fallen short and chased him away. Students and teachers alike often shunned her. As if the pregnancy appeared on its own and she was a freak. It was hard trying to stay on top of everythi
ng. With hardly a friend left in the world, she was lonely. Her ex-got to go off into the sunset to a new life. While she was stuck in a dead-end life with a child soon to enter the world. Why did this happen?
When it came to having a love life there was no one stepping up to take care of another man’s kid. Guys she was not even involved with had openly suggested she didn’t have to live with such a burden. It was shocking how outright people were about suggesting abortion. She was pro-choice but strangers had no right dictating what a mother chose for her child. It was ridiculous how much a stigma carrying a child was since she’s an adult. Besides she had decided that anything but raising this baby was out of the question. She loved her baby.
Her parents had suggested adoption several times but she would not hear of it. A college degree would help better support the baby. She was determined to raise the child. After everything she had gone through, the life growing inside her needed their mother. Money alone didn’t make great parents. Stories from friends of terrible treatment from better off adults reminded her of that. Abuse would never fall any child of hers. Whoever tried to hurt the innocent she birthed would face the wrath of a mother’s love and incinerate.
“You are a cute one,” Trish said instead of voicing her true feelings, “Marcy please give me a hand while I go clean up,” she called to the older dark haired waitress nearby.
“Why can’t you clean it?” the father demanded, “my child only acted up because your gaudy appearance scared the little angel. What kind of woman still works when that pregnant? I bet you are a drug addict. Why are you working in a place where decent people eat?”
“Excuse me, sir,” Marcy shooed Trish aside, “she’s in college and saving for a baby. Now let me assist you and get this mess cleaned up. Go, Trish, you didn’t mean to cause this.”
Trish walked off with clenched fists. The fact that a man hurt her yet again was beyond frustrating. She needed to learn to ignore them but it was hard. Words were a weapon that left scars for years to come. That father thought bad of her for working with a baby bump. She was certain he earned enough money with his wife to have her stay home for a good part of the pregnancy. Not everybody was that lucky but he clearly didn’t care.
Wiping away tears she focused on changing into a spare uniform. She would soak the soiled one then wash it out before leaving. It was upsetting just how little respect people paid to those who served their food. Not even to apologize or take responsibility for drenching their server. No wonder people avoided jobs like these unless they had limited options.
“Are you okay? I heard that you had a run in with a customer?” a gruff voice spoke.
“It’s fine Mrs. Frank, a kid threw their milkshake in excitement. You know how kids are in restaurants,” Trish did her best to seem unrattled. Their boss was only interested in the mighty dollar. Any complaints were seen as flaky and resulted in immediate firing or being changed to bad shifts until you learned your lesson or ended up quitting.
“The father goes to my church. I don’t want you or that belly upsetting him,” Mrs. Frank frowned, “last year I got a donation of some chairs from a charity drive. He’s a deacon and good word from him helps keep my business running. I will not lose the bible belt.”
“Of course not, I’m sorry if I upset such a decent man in any way,” Trish bowed her head.
“At least you are not one of those mouthy bitches,” Mrs. Frank muttered, “hurry up and get back to work. Macy has her own customers to serve. This is a business, not a sisterhood.”
“No one has to tell me twice,” Trish mouthed under her breath and followed.
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Trish went to her doctor’s appointment with a sigh. She was due for bedrest but tried to be nonchalant about it. Her last doctor, Dr. Waterson was not very hands on. As long as her pressure was fine and the baby was not in distress, everything was fine. It could be disconcerting at times how drawl he was about everything but he was a top doctor. Now he was retiring and she was supposed to start seeing Mrs. Poppy Redford today. A plaque in the hallway with her picture showed a cherry redhead. The credentials seemed in order so Trish just accepted that this woman was her new doctor. Even if she looked like Mrs. Claus.
“Miss Morningstar, there has been a change to your appointment,” a nurse walked up to her, “I’m sorry but Doctor Redford will be unable to see you. But we have another doctor on call.”
Trish was blindsided by this sudden change. She didn’t want to go to a doctor that was not verified by her standards. Why didn’t the hospital contact her earlier with this news? “May I ask why this has happened last minute. I knew over a month in advance that Dr. McGregor was retiring. Why am I just finding out about this new appointment? How dare you.”
“I am so sorry,” the nurse said then called Trish aside, “I’m not supposed to tell you this but the redhead doctor has a particular patient list. I’m not sure why anyone thought you could be snuck on. Trust me, you are better off taking this new doctor or coming back later.”
“Is it because I’m unwed? I can’t believe that anyone is still that archaic in medicine,” Trish’s face burned. It was bad enough being judged in public but within a hospital?
“Actually it is more about you being abandoned and an open atheist,” the nurse winced.
Trish couldn’t believe what she was hearing. A medical professional wanted to dismiss her for being unreligious and dumped? What kind of moron was this female doctor? “I don’t need medical advice from that dinosaur. Who is the doctor I’m seeing instead? Not an intern?”
“No, he has been with us for over a decade. I assure you he’s among our best. I’m sorry about this but he’s ready to see you right now. His list is shorter than Mrs. Redford’s.”
“Lead the way,” Trish said just wanting to get this day over with. When were people going to treat her like an ordinary person again? It was getting tiring trying to not be seen as a freak.
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Dr. McGregor looked over the charts of his new patient. Dr. Waterson was a longtime but somewhat lacadasical practitioner. He had heard the stories of how over the years this older doctor would try to cut corners and offer only the most obligated level of care. The fact that this hospital was fine with that turned his stomach. More interested in the bottom line than patient’s lives. Upon retirment most of the man’s patients were divided among the more seasoned doctor’s with himself only getting a paltry few. Now he had a new one just because the red devil had hangups on dealing with women who were not clones of her younger self.
Trish Morningstar had clearly been going through a hard time. No way this young college attendee planned to get pregnant at this stage. Plus he heard from the grapevine that she was ditched by the baby’s father. Some men were just worthless. He liked being in charge in all things and would never abandon the woman carrying his child. The picture in the file looked cute enough and he was certain she would still shine while pregnant. Hopefully the shock of having doctors being switched so last minute would not give her a sour mood.
“Doctor, Miss Morningstar is here to see you. Can I send her in,” a nurse opened the door.
“Go ahead,” Dr, McGregor put the file aside and waited for the young woman to enter.
Trish looked absolutely annoyed stepping in with her portruding belly. No doubt she was still sour about being shifted about like a sack of potatoes. “You are Dr. McGregor I presume.”
“Good Afternoon, Miss Morningstar. I apologize for the sudden change but you are in the best of care.” He smiled his winning smile. Few women ever resisted his charms. Most were either incredibly nasty by nature or hard line lesbians choosing to have a male doctor.
She stopped in her tracks and starred at him for a moment. Clearing her throat she sat down. “Wow I didn’t expect, well...you are my new doctor. That’s a good thing, I guess.”
He grinned knowing she had fallen for his charms. At 6’4 with chiseled features, tanned skin, green eyes and r
aven hair. There was no question in his mind he was a catch. Modeling helped him pay for his medical degree and he still did a few gigs, giving half the proceeds to charity. Women fawned over him all over and he never took any girl who was not ready to do anything he wanted. Trish right now looked ready to be dominated and shown what a real man was like. The belly didn’t bother him, the kid was clearly not his.
“So you are here for a checkup,” Dr. McGregor said, “I am hoping you took your old doctor’s advice and no longer working. You should be on bedrest with your due date approaching.”
“I am taking care of myself,” Trish said, “money doesn’t grow on trees,” she mumbled.
“Neither does health, don’t be a bitch,” the doctor countered without batting an eye.
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Trish couldn’t believe she had such a hottie for her doctor. This man should be working for a popular soap opera or on a movie set. People would sell their soul to look this amazing. That nasty dinosaur did at least one thing right. If she was not so pregnant things would be heating up in this office. But what kind of man wanted to screw someone soon to be ready to give birth? No one. Yet her panties were already wet with the thought of him inside her. If he realized that she was horny it would be so embarassing. Yet why did he have to be so hot?
Then she heard what he called her. “Who do you think you’re talking to? Call me that again and I will report your pretty boy ass. I’m pregant, not an invalid, you don’t scare me.”