Chase
She was absolutely gorgeous. Oh sure, the blonde friend was annoying what with talking with her mouth full and the irritating comments. But her friend was something else altogether.
Brown curls haloed a face so sweet and pure that I could feel my cock stiffening after a glimpse at those innocent lips. Her eyes were wide caramel pools, the expression soft and giving. And shit, but that body. I’m a fertility doctor, so I know exactly what’s childbearing and what’s not. And frankly, this girl had the body of a goddess.
Because she was no tiny stick figure. Instead, her hips were wide as a house, perfect for carrying a child. Those breasts were huge, at least Double Ds in my estimation, and perfect for producing milk. But the woman was perfectly proportioned as well. She had a narrow waist and a butt so round and enormous that my mouth watered from the visual alone.
But the brunette was shy, and completely unlike her mouthy friend. She barely ate her food as I introduced my medical practice, instead listening closely as I spoke. The pen in her hand didn’t move much, but that didn’t worry me. After all, I can spot a fertile female from miles away, and this girl wasn’t going to need much to get pregnant.
Because I’ve had to talk quite a few women off the ledge when it came to their chances of conceiving. In fact, looking around the waiting room now, I could tell there were some females who were going to leave disappointed. As a responsible professional, I simply can’t take on patients who don’t have realistic expectations, and frankly, if you’re in your sixties, the odds aren’t good.
So discreetly, I eyed my audience. Yep, there were some women who were way over the hill. They were well-preserved in some cases with botoxed faces and perfectly-dyed hair, but that couldn’t hide the aura of age. There was something seasoned about them that no plastic surgery can completely reverse. Maybe it was the sagginess of their breasts, or the crepey skin of their necks. As a doctor, I’ve learned to spot these signs from miles away.
But none of that was true when it came to the curvy brunette. Her skin was as fresh as the dew on a rose petal, her lips a natural pout. Plus, gravity definitely hadn’t hit her yet. I’d put her in her early twenties, mid-twenties at the latest.
Which leads me to the interesting part of my practice. Propaganda these days is so powerful, and women are continually bombarded with messages that they better have their kids earlier rather than later otherwise risk missing the boat. It’s crazy. I’ve had women come in who are as young as eighteen. They’ve never had a boyfriend before, and yet they’re already all worked up about their fertility, and beg me to do something for them just in case they meet the right guy. Completely batshit, off-the-wall behavior, but I usually just put them on pre-natal vitamins to assuage their fears. Vitamins never hurt.
So casting one last glance at my beautiful patient, I wrapped up my spiel.
“Thank you for coming,” was my low rumble as I made eye contact with every female there. “I appreciate your time on this rainy Thursday night.”
The ladies sighed and began to gather their things when my trusty receptionist Kathy stepped forward.
“Thank you,” she echoed in a professional tone. “Before you leave, ladies, I wanted to present the opportunity to meet with Dr. Roman to discuss your concerns. It’s just a ten minute private one-on-one to talk about some of the issues on your mind. We have sign-ups right here,” she said, waving a clipboard. “If you’ll just give me your names, I can start taking names asap.”
Of course, the aggressive blonde girl was on it in a moment.
“Me and my friend,” she said, nodding at the curvy brunette. “Ashley and Connie.”
“Perfect,” said Kathy, noting their names. “The first appointments are right now, in fact. Would you like to go in?”
“Oh sure,” jawed Ashley, shooting a meaningful glance at her buddy. “You go first Con. I’ll wait out here, and then after we’re both done, maybe we can get a drink at a bar nearby.”
The brunette blushed while shooting me a look from the corner of her eye.
“So soon?” she stammered. “I didn’t have my thoughts ready, this is all so new.”
“Don’t worry,” said Ash. “Just tell the doc the things you’re concerned about. I’ll be right out here, and then we can leave.”
Connie’s eyes flickered to me again, trailing over my hard male form before she bit her lip.
“Okay,” was her low murmur. “It’s nice to meet you Dr. Roman.”
I smiled, my lips curving even as my eyes flared with heat.
“It’s nice to meet you too. Connie, was it?” I asked, extending my hand. “I’m Chase Roman.”
As our palms touched, electricity sparked between us. It was as if all the oxygen in the room suddenly whooshed out, leaving my lungs straining for air. The world narrowed until it was just me and her, our eyes locked in a tell-tale dance.
But we were interrupted by my receptionist.
“Dr. Roman, I’ve put bottled water in your office,” said Kathy. “You can take the meeting in there.”
“Perfect,” I growled, staring at Connie. “After you,” was my smooth invitation as I opened the door to the offices in back. And as the plump girl walked before me, my eyes followed the sway of her hips, that giant ass bobbing up and down with every step. Shit, she’d really make a perfect mother, and my mind churned with the possibilities. Because I’ve wanted to be a dad for a long time now … and maybe this fertile girl was the answer.