Attending Physician

  “For you, milord,” I replied and then I moved. I placed my hands on her chest and tucked my hips tight to hers, wrapping one leg around her calf. “Please, take your pleasure, darling.” Her body heard me way before her mind. Her body heard yes, and indeed, yes was what I wanted her to receive. I wanted her.

  I pulled away from her and began to shed my clothes. Boots, socks, skirt. Her breath hitched at the sight of my black lace French cut panties.

  “Leave the sweater, baby,” she murmured. “I’ll do that.” She reached for my hair and it came tumbling down around my shoulders, then she commenced her assault on my ears and neck till she kissed her way around it, and bit the back of my neck. I gasped at the sensation, panting her name.

  Then she slid her hands under the sweater and into my demi-cut brassiere, teasing my nipples whilst she ravaged my neck and shoulders with her mouth. My legs trembled, and I wondered if I’d collapse but I didn’t. Instead my back arched, and my hips pushed back toward hers as my breasts thrust themselves into her hands.

  Raven removed my cashmere sweater very slowly and the soft wool was exquisite torture against my ever more sensitive skin. Finally she slid it over my head and I stood trembling in front of Raven in bra and panties.

  “So very sexy, milady,” she said encircling my waist with her hands. “How is it that I functioned the whole day beside this beauty and didn’t take advantage of it?” She shook her head at me. “My mistake, clearly.”

  I laughed. “I don’t know, sir, but I think you’re doing a good job right now.” I reached for the buttons on her blue oxford cloth shirt. “May I feel your skin against mine?” I asked. Her breath hitched. My small hands were quick with her buttons and soon I had broad shoulders and strong bare arms to enjoy. She wore an Italian undershirt. I ran my hands from her face down her neck and over her shoulders and watched the goosebumps rise just from my touch.

  Then I brought one of her hands to my mouth. I already knew they were supremely sensitive. She was a surgeon. I set out to discover how much more sensitive and was not disappointed. I pushed her toward my bed and sank to my knees in front of her knowing that was a position of much butch fantasy. I kissed, and licked, and sucked, and bit her hands and her long sensitive fingers as she watched me—or probably more accurately, watched my mouth—and began to make my way up her arm when she lifted me bodily to lie on top of her.

  She kissed me deep, running her hands down my back and over my ass, finally grabbing and holding tight. “Baby,” she growled, “I need your sweetness. Sit.”

  I straightened my back and spread my legs across her hips. As I did I was aware of the dripping wet state of my sex and her hard desire pressed against my aching want. I gasped. Her hands encircled my hips and crept down across my soft belly covered with black silk to rest at the juncture of where my thighs met my deepest self. She stroked the soft skin there and my breathing sped up. Watching my eyes she carefully moved her thumbs toward the core of me, toward the sweet spot of my pleasure. When she arrived there, my eyes closed and my head fell back exposing my neck.

  “Milady,” she spoke after an endless moment as she continued to stroke me, “I need to fuck you.”

  I struggled out of the haze of my desire to respond. “Milord, I need you to fuck me. Please.”

  Without another word, she rolled us so that I was underneath her, and she yanked the panties down my legs in one motion sliding her hand up the inside of my leg and touching my naked intimate flesh for the first time. My hips bucked. “Please,” I whispered.

  Her fingers entered me gently. She whispered, “Slippery, wet femme.”

  “Indeed, sir, to your credit,” I said.

  “You talk too well, milady.”

  Raven thrust her fingers inside me to be sure I was ready and I gaped at her for the pleasure of it.

  “Do something to change it then, sir,” I threw back. “If you want me unable to talk,” and at this I reached down and wrapped my hand around her cock causing her breath to hitch, “then I suggest you use this. Use it hot, use it fast and use it deep. Use it, and we’ll see how well I’m able to talk after that.”

  “As you wish, milady,” she replied evenly, and moved so smoothly that had I not been paying attention I would have missed it. She’d replaced her fingers with her cock, and the head was pressing against the entrance to that slippery wetness she so craved. She raised her fingers to her lips, and licked me off them whilst I watched her.

  I tilted my hips to encourage her deeper. She kept her position adjusting to my tilt.

  “Please, milord,” I realized she wanted me to ask for it. “Please, please, now.”

  “Please what, milady?” She withheld my true pleasure her fingers having settled on my sweet spot yet again.

  “Please. I need you. Please.”

  She sent an inquiry my way as if to say, For what?

  “Please,” I attempted to shift down the bed, to pull her into me, but she wasn’t having any of it. “Please, darling, please, milord, I want your cock inside me.”

  The light flashed in her blue eyes that had become so dark with desire and she didn’t wait another instant but snapped her hips forward and filled me full to brimming. I panted with pleasure to feel this way again.

  “Yes, milady?”

  “Oh, yes,” I exhaled.

  “Now for speechlessness.” This was a focused butch. She began to move, so subtly, so beautifully, backing out and driving in over and over again until she brought me to the edge of unravelling underneath her. Then she backed off and let me come down a smidgeon before she bent and picked up one leg so that she thrust deeper still into the core of me and I began to come undone. Again and again she went deeper and deeper until I thought I’d faint with the orgasms, and then, knowing she’d pleased me beyond pleased and taken me right to speechlessness, she gave me her pleasure as well breaking into a sheen of sweat as she did so.

  “Baby,” she said as she came. I tilted my pelvis to receive everything she had to give. The heat coming off her skin was tremendous, and I reached to pull her against me because I wanted that heat for my own. Her arms slid around me as we lay together in our delighted satisfaction.

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  Raven leaned away from me and traced my lips with her finger focusing on my eyes. “Alright, baby?”

  “Better than that,” I said. “Stupendous. Just what I wanted. Let’s do it again.”

  She laughed. “I’ll see what I can do to arrange that.”

  “Are you alright?” I asked.

  “Better than that,” she teased. “Delighted. Just what I wanted. Let’s do it again.”

  So we did.

  It got better.

  Then we had to sleep because, as Raven had said, Monday morning was coming. That’s what always happens after Sunday nights.

  A tug on my nipple brought me to wakefulness that morning. My breasts had tumbled out of the black lace of my nightgown, and Raven wasted no time taking advantage of her access. The sweet heat of her mouth suckling at me created a delightful sensation between my thighs. I was still wet from the previous evening.

  “Darling,” I spoke my first words to the passionate picture she made, “I need you. Now. Please.”

  A butch of few words, she tucked my back to her front, and entered me smoothly. My hips jerked back to meet her hardness. I was going to miss her today, and I wanted the feeling of her with me all day long till I had it again that night, or so I hoped.

  “Baby, come for me,” she said pumping into me and reaching for my sweet spot.

  I concentrated my focus on her touch, and how deeply turned on I was, and was able to do as she demanded immediately. She came at the same time. Her heartbeat synced with mine as they both sped up and then slowly calmed.

  “You, milady, are one very sexy femme,” said a husky voice in my ear.

  “And why do you suppose that is?” I faced her.

  She shrugged.

  “Could it be that there’s a hot butch in m
y bed who unmistakably wants me?” I posed.

  She cocked her head. “I suppose, but I think you were a sexy femme before that butch ever laid eyes on you.”

  “I suppose,” I sassed her enigmatically. “You’ll never know now.”

  “I won’t?”

  “Nope, because you’re here now, and you’re staying,” I said happily and then I kissed her.

  “I suppose I am,” she said to herself. “You’ve bewitched me, I see.”

  “Of course, good sir,” I agreed. “That’s what witches do.” Then I cackled.

  “Upsy daisy,” she said, as she grabbed my ass and pulled me closer. “I’m going to miss you today, baby.”

  “I should hope so,” I said tartly as I slid out of the bed to stand. “Will you be joining me tonight, milord?”

  “Wouldn’t miss it, milady.”

  “Oh, goody!” I said, sounding like Lucy, and making her laugh.

  One of my tests of the possibilities in a relationship is whether we do weekday mornings together easily. If it played awkward, that never boded well. Raven and I behaved like we’d been doing mornings together for years. Magical.

  The buzzer sounded at 8:30, and my legs held firm. I walked down the hall, my skirt swishing, to press it. Raven watched me.

  Mickey stood at the door. “Hey, Verity,” she greeted me. “Whoa, what happened to your face?”

  Oh jeez. I had in essence forgotten that Mickey a/ didn’t know and b/ hadn’t seen me, and c/ I realized hadn’t called last night.

  “Verity,” Raven reminded me.

  I realized what she had asked me without words. “Mickey, this is Dr. Raven Lange. Raven, this is my supervisee Mickey Collins.”

  I witnessed a sort of feral butch circling, which often happens when someone new is claiming jurisdiction. Mickey already held sway over a professional part of me, and she wasn’t sure how Raven fit. It resolved itself quickly.

  “I’m the one who texted you last night, Mickey,” Raven explained.

  It slotted into place.

  “This is a handover, gentlemen, isn’t it?”

  They reeked guilty as hell, which completely cracked me up. I dissolved into giggles, and they shifted to relief.

  “Hilarious,” I said. “You guys are completely hilarious. Mickey, tea?”

  “Please,” she said.

  The three of us walked into the kitchen. Me, to make tea. Raven, briefing Mickey so I didn’t have to.

  “Wow,” said Mickey sitting down at the kitchen table. “Shit, Verity.”

  “It kind of was until the Butch Brigade came over,” I concurred.

  “Butch Brigade?”

  So Raven had to explain that, too. I listened, steeping tea.

  Finally I said, “They were phenomenal, Mickey. I’ve never felt so taken care of in my life.”

  “Awesome,” she grinned at Raven who grinned at her. “Gotta go, sweetheart,” she said. Then she gave Mickey one of those silent butch looks.

  Mickey squared her shoulders and spoke directly to Raven. “I’ll take care of her.”

  Raven shook Mickey’s hand.

  “Come say good-bye, wench,” she demanded.

  “I thought you were the one who’d have to say `good-bye, wench’,” I deliberately misunderstood her.

  She laughed. “Naughty!” A subtle warning in her tone made my breasts ache for her mouth.

  “Perhaps,” I said at the front door. “Kiss me, milord.”

  Raven obliged—very thoroughly, I might add. “Have a good day, milady. May I call you?”

  “Please do, sir.”

  “I promise,” she promised against my lips. Then she was gone.

  My seven and eight patients were every-other-week-ers. My nine was on time and Mickey sat to observe; then we do-si-doed with the security installers, leaving them behind as we went off to the clinic to have my emergency full-staff meeting. Mickey hovered, being sweetly protective. I think Raven had inspired her.

  My text sound pinged: Milady, good luck with your meeting.

  I smiled.

  Mickey spoke appreciatively, “That’s a femme smile.”

  “It is,” I said glancing at her in the driver’s seat. “Thanks for driving, Mickey.”

  “Thanks for letting me,” she answered. “Raven’s really protective of you.”

  “Wouldn’t you be if your lady had had the experience I did on Friday?”

  “Fuck, yeah.”

  I think Mickey had more permission to be the butch that she was since she’d seen Raven with me. She was, truth be told, adorable. Baby butches are so very sweet. I reached over and patted her hand on the steering wheel.

  “Do you know what you’re gonna say?” Mickey asked as we entered the building.

  “Mostly,” I said. “We’ll have to see how everyone reacts.”

  We walked in at eleven on the dot on purpose knowing that everyone would already be present. The room let out a collective gasp at my face and began to bounce questions at me as fast as they could throw them.

  “Whoa,” I said putting up my hands as I walked toward the front of the room. “Whoa. One at a time.”

  I allowed a longish pause once I arrived to let everyone get a good gander. Then I wisecracked, “You should see the other guy.”

  So, of course, they laughed but then Dean Forrester, who I had not expected to be present, asked the question uppermost in everyone’s mind.

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  “What happened, Verity?”

  Whilst Mickey configured the computer to project the pictures of how bad my face had been originally, I told the story.

  The snarky Dr. Seligman couldn’t resist a jab, “Well, that was poor planning, wasn’t it?”

  The room froze.

  I cheered on the inside.

  “Dr. Seligman!” escaped the dean’s tight lips. “How dare you?” which effectively shut down the brat as well as his complaint. The dean had apparently known from the get-go that I would not have “humiliated” him if he hadn’t deserved it. He’d worked with me for a lot longer than the spoiled newbie doc.

  “Dr. Seligman,” I added smartly, “that’s why I called this meeting. I know we’ve talked over emergency plans in theory, but how many of you in private practice actually have one?” Only three hands rose. “Keep your hands up. How many of you are in group practice?” Another five. “So of thirty people in this room, twenty-two of us stood a chance of being the one standing here today rather than me.” I let the seriousness of that sit in our company.

  “Which,” I repeated, “is why I called this meeting. I’ve been in private practice, out of my home, for more than twenty years. No patient has ever threatened me or hurt me like this. I never had a plan. Now I do. A security system with a panic button direct to the police station is being installed as we speak. So, we’re going to assign accountability partners, and create plans, so that no one else risks having to stand here like this.”

  The room stormed into talk.

  The Dean walked to me. “Verity,” he said in his walnut bass voice stilling the rest of the room, “it’s completely typical of you to think of caring for your community out of your own pain. Thank you for being who you are.” He hugged me and began to applaud, and the whole room came with him, save our one doctor brat. I didn’t need his acknowledgment.

  For the next hour, we talked and shared what was needed for emergency plans, how to get those needs met, and what the plans were that the three already in private practice who had them had. I must have referred a dozen docs to Marcia. I had to chuckle later when I figured out from studying the staff birthday drive that all the ones who did have security measures were each and every one of them Virgos—typical!

  Mickey brought me home and I sat with patients for the rest of the day. My legs were fine with the buzzer especially since I now had video so I could see who was on their way. Astonishing how different that made me feel in terms of safety. Mickey, although she didn’t have to, stayed the rest of the day wi
th me to observe, and because she wanted to hand me off to Raven directly.

  Is it any wonder I love butches? None.

  Raven’s key scraped in the lock a minute after my last patient left. She carried a shopping bag that had to be dinner. I stood in the door of my therapy room waiting for her wearing a big smile.

  “Hey,” I said softly.

  “Baby!” her breath whooshed out in relief. She set down the bag, pulled me tight to her, and tipped my face to hers in order to kiss me soundly.

  Mickey ahemed.

  “Mickey, hey,” said Raven. “I brought some dinner for us. Wanna stay?”

  I had to hide my mouth with my hand because I didn’t want Mickey to know that I’d tracked her eager teenage yes. I’d forgotten how baby butches so desperately need older butches to act as role models. I think Raven had gotten herself a younger brother, but I didn’t point that out.

  “Yes, Mickey, darling,” I chimed in, “do stay. I’d like you to get to know Raven.”

  “You sure?” she asked. “I know ... I mean, you probably want to be alone.”

  Raven laughed. “Oh, we do, but we also have to eat. We’ll kick you out, kid, I swear.”

  “Deal,” said Mickey. “I’ll get the plates.”

  “I’m going to let you gentlemen take care of me tonight, alright?” I went to my office. “I’ll make a few jots, and join you when you’re ready.”

  I blew them a kiss.

  I rarely keep session notes. Instead, I rely on my prodigious memory or I ask my patient to remind me. They know I work with persons other than them, and they’re usually very gracious. Also, I try to hold all their details and they appreciate that.

  However, I do write a few jogs on supervisions because my supervisees like to be able to refer to things, so on a supervisee day, I tend to jot down a few memory-joggers. I might never refer to them but the act of writing helps me remember.

  Raven and Mickey talked in the kitchen and it pleased me for Mickey’s sake. She’d been summarily dismissed from her Catholic family by her father for being an `unnatural abomination.’ She needed a butch older brother and I might have manifested her one.