Chapter Eleven – Oliver

I cannot believe it, I don’t know what to say. The night that I had a threesome with two random chicks just in an attempt to get over Louise, she wasn’t thinking about me at all. She was having a one night stand and a wonderful carefree night. Maybe she’s being repenting for it now, but so am I. It hurts a lot. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to get the image of her and another guy out of my mind forever. It’s already destroying me from the inside.

“So, er… do you want to hop up onto the examination table?” I ask her awkwardly.

“Can you hack it?” she replies with her eyes narrowed. “I honestly can wait.”

“No, it’s fine.” I turn my back to her to get myself sorted out. “I can do this. I wouldn’t want you to have to go through this with someone else. At least we’re friends so it’s less awkward.”

“Less awkward?” she doesn’t sound convinced. “Yeah sure. I’m sure you’re right. So, we’re really going to do this? I’ll just head behind the curtain and take off my underwear then.”

“You know the drill by now,” I reply in a hollow tone of voice.

The thought of her taking her underwear off is a bit much for me right now. Maybe I should have thought about this before I changed where her name was written on that sheet. I haven’t hooked up with anyone all day long, so this is going to be a damn struggle.

“I’ll give you some privacy while you get yourself ready.”

I step out of the room and press my back against the wall while I suck in a couple of deep and calming breaths. This isn’t what I signed up for, I don’t think I should be getting mixed up in this at all. I should have known that mixing business with pleasure was going to end up in all mess and confusing at some point. I couldn’t get away with it forever. I just didn’t think that moment would come now.

Just do this, I warn myself. Act like a normal person, behave like I usually do in the appointments. Or maybe not like I usually do, just in a professional way.

I shake my head rapidly, desperately trying to rid my brain of all the thoughts that are currently cascading through my brain at the speed of light. Louise, some horrible random guy, sweaty, humping, but not in the way that gives her any pleasure whatsoever… it’s not a nice image at all. I hate it. I really want to change it. I want to give her the orgasm that I’m sure she didn’t get with her one night stand. Her first, and probably last, one night stand that she’ll ever have. Louise just isn’t like that at all.

Finally, I turn on my heels and I make my way back inside. Louise is already on the bed with her legs up, waiting for me. As her hair spills over the side of the bed, my heart melts. She looks so damn sexy that it actually hurts me. She draws me in like there’s a powerful magnet between us and the sensation is intoxicating. She turns her head to look at me and gives me an apologetic smile.

“Hi there, Doctor Foxx. I suppose I should call you that now since I’m here in a professional capacity” she says in almost a tortured tone.

“What do you think?”

“No, please call me Oliver still, let’s not make this weird.”

I take some giant strides and I close the gap between us. “Okay, let’s just… let’s just do this.”

My heart thunders in my chest as I get closer to her. I can almost feel the pheromones emanating off her and they’re drawing me in like crazy. I cough awkwardly before I lean down to really look at her. Instantly, I can tell that she doesn’t have anything wrong with her, not in the way that she’s worried about anyway. I’ve done this job for long enough to recognize any abnormal signs instantly, even for the ones that you aren’t supposed to be able to see. I know this girl is fine. Whoever her asshole one night stand was, a guy who clearly didn’t think to use protection because he’s a douche bag, he’s clean so that’s something Louise doesn’t need to feel as bad as she thinks she does because of her error in judgement. I just hope that she learns from it and she doesn’t do it again.

I could pull away, I know I could, but I don’t. Just because she doesn’t have any kind of sexually transmitted disease, it doesn’t mean that she’s getting off this scot free. There still might be some things wrong with her, so I need to examine her completely.

I grab my swabbing equipment to perform the tests I think that she might need. I do it clinically, not thinking about the emotional side of this part, then I dab the swab into the testing liquid to see if anything instantly shows up.

Again, I could pull back and stop now. There isn’t anything else that I can do, but I don’t. I haven’t been this intimate and close to Louise before and somehow, I can’t stop being this near to her.

The gorgeous, feminine scent of her, the slickness of her slit, the sight of her clit, it’s all too much for me. I find myself licking my lips because I’m so desperate to taste her.

I lean in, despite the part of my brain that’s screaming at me not to, and I touch my nose to the wet heat she has there that’s just for me. Of course, I expect her to scream and to push me off of her but she doesn’t. She gets frozen, she lies there still and I see her fingers hooking around the side of the hospital bed until her knuckles turn a funny shade of white. She’s feeling something, that much is for sure.

Next, I press my lips against her, kissing in the most intimate areas which causes her to shudder. The instant buck of her hips suggests to me that she likes this a lot. I hear Louise suck in and hold a breath before a small moan escapes her throat.

“You like this?” I smirk to myself as I whisper. My breath tickles all over her pulsating slit and she shivers.

I’m not supposed to be behaving this way, I really told myself that I wouldn’t, but here I am acting like an out of control animal. That’s just typical of me, I just thought I wanted better for Louise. Still, it’s far too late now. “You want more?”

She doesn’t answer me, but the way that Louise moans when she rolls her hips against me is so intense. I flick my tongue into her and taste her delicious sweet taste. It’s like nothing I’ve ever tasted before and I feel absolutely addicted and sucked in by it. I want more, so I grip onto her hips so I can plunge my tongue deeper into her. I want to taste all of her, I want to explore every inch of her with my tongue, and I don’t even want anything back. Usually I only do things like this for the return favor, but for Louise I don’t want any of that. I just want to make her feel good.

As Louise gasps desperately, I pull my mouth away from her core and move up towards her clit where I can trace patterns all over her. I flick my tongue rapidly, I write letters and draw designs, all the while making her buckle and crumble crazily.

“Oh my God.” Louise pulls her hands off the bed and she knots them up in my hair. She grabs me so hard that it hurts a bit, and then she even takes control of the movement of my head. She pushes me up and down, making me move in the way that she likes and actually I don’t mind. It’s quite fun to be controlled when it’s Louise. There’s something about her that makes me like the loss of control. Maybe it’s because she’s so sweet and innocent and I want to corrupt her… but she’s corrupting me right now and it really is a nice surprise. “Oh fuck, Oliver.”

The way that my name rolls off her tongue is so damn sexy it causes my cock to stand to attention in my trousers. I’m so hard right now and I think I might explode, but still I don’t expect anything from her. This definitely isn’t about me, I can sort myself out later with the memory of this fucking hotness to get me going. I strain against my trousers but don’t focus on that feeling. Instead, I slide two fingers into her while I continue to flick my tongue all over her clit.

“Oh my God.” Louise’s breaths become more ragged, her hips struggle against me but I keep her fixed in one place as I move in a way that I just know will send her wild. “Fucking hell!”

Her thighs tense up and I can feel the pressure running through her. She’s getting closer, I move faster and more rapid, I plunge my fingers in and out of her, and soon she shudders violently as the orgasm shatters through her body. She’s loud as she comes, it’s lucky that all of the walls in this place are soundproofed, so the noise is like music to my ears. I love it. It makes me almost painful to keep myself retrained. I’m very close to tearing my clothes off and ploughing into her but I know for a fact that it would be pushing a bit too far. And I know that I’ve already gone too far with all of this.

Eventually, once the pleasure subsides and she lies flat on the bed panting breathlessly, I pull away and stare down at her. She looks drained, but somehow incredibly beautiful. All I want to do is lean down and kiss her on the lips which is something that I normally don’t do with others.

The sensation is strange, I don’t know what to do with it, so I slide across the room at the speed of light and I stare down at her test results, blinking my eyes rapidly. I need to focus to be able to tell her what’s wrong with her, that’s why she’s here after all. Not to be preyed on by me.

I know I should turn, I should probably talk to her about what just happened, but I don’t know what should I say. I don’t usually need to discuss it at all, but since I’ve already had a work mishap, I know that communication is key, especially with someone like Louise.

She’s sweet and nice and doesn’t deserve to be screwed over by someone like me. Damn it, all I wanted to do was give her the pleasure, the orgasm which I’m sure she didn’t get during her one night stand, but now I’m sure that’s a mistake. I should just keep my fantasies to myself. How have I not figured that much yet?

Oh my God… all of a sudden my eyes refocus and I see the results of Louise’s test. I definitely shouldn’t have done that, even more so than before. Shit, now I’m in real trouble.

“What’s going on?” Louise asks quietly from behind me. She sounds a little more alive now, like she’s recovering from the post coital bliss. “Are you okay, Oliver? You look really pale.”

Pale… that’s hardly surprising considering what I just interpret from her test results. I feel like all the color has been drained from my body. I’m almost shaking with anxiety, this is a nightmare. How am I going to tell her what her test results show? It’s going to change absolutely everything…