Bella
When Joshua tackled me into that pool I was so angry.
But when my dad told me Declan would come into his office to see me suddenly my pain turned to anticipation.
Yeah, I could feel my ankle swelling but it’s the body part of his that was swelling today that told me all I needed to know.
When he held my foot in his hands and examined my ankle I had a clear line of sight right into his lap, and his white smock did little to hide what was going on in his groin.
These last couple years my thoughts about him have gone from simple crush to something more. I wasn’t really sure what to call them, and I definitely didn’t want to share them with anyone else, but they were becoming more and more frequent and intense by the day.
And after seeing how his body responded to the feel of my skin in his hands today I feel comfortable thinking of him as Declan, and not just Doctor December. If he’s finally going to have grown up thoughts about me then apparently he sees me as an adult, and as adults I should call him by his first name, even when I’m just thinking about him.
Sometimes I’d even shoot baskets with my dad on the hoop attached above our garage thinking that one of those times he’d invite Declan over. I know how much he likes basketball, but there was only so many times I could tell my dad that “H-O-R-S-E would be so much more fun with another player.” I guess he didn’t get the hint.
But there were no hints in his doctor’s office today. Everything was very straightforward…very straight and very forward.
Wow is he ever hung. I could see his rod poking through straight at me, long and hard and I wanted to get down off that table and help him with what was turning blue just like he was helping me with my ankle, which was also turning blue.
And from the look on his face I’m not sure who was in more pain…me or him. Yeah, my ankle hurt but that huge erection he was trying, and failing, to hide must have been equally as painful.
But the best part was he didn’t give me a prescription for painkillers. He’s not a doctor that likes to medicate. He believes you can learn more by listening to your body. That’s another reason why my dad likes him. He’s very natural in the way he goes about treating things.
And his response to my body developing, even though a little late, was just as natural. And if he listens to the primal response which I clearly saw today then maybe my ultimate crush is going to become something much more real. Something lasting.
How this can work with my dad? I have no idea.
But I do have one idea right now and that’s the only one that matters.
I pick up the piece of paper he gave me from his doctor’s pad today. It has his name and office address monogrammed at the top and it look so professional, successful, and adult. Basically unlike anything those boys I was surrounded by today are even remotely close to at this point in their lives.
Sure, some of them will grow up to be successful and responsible men. But as a bit of an introvert and someone who spends plenty of time alone, I don’t have the time or desire to go through that phase of their life with them. Not to mention some won’t grow up to be adults, especially today with “men” literally hiring video game coaches so they can “get rich” playing eSports.
Are you kidding me? I’m all for pursuing your passions, but the idea of hanging out at huge video game conventions most weekends out of the year while sitting under fluorescent lights becoming completely deficient in Vitamin D doesn’t sound like a lifestyle that I want to be a part of. But I don’t need anything high-class or fancy either.
Just being outside or taking a walk is plenty romantic for me…as long as I’m with the right man. Emphasis on the word “man”.
And Declan is the man, the only man I’ve ever wanted.
As I stare at that paper I see the time tomorrow I’m supposed to go back by his office to make sure my ankle is okay.
And that’s the time he’s not going to have any more thoughts about whether I’m a girl or a young woman anymore. I’m going to make sure of it.