Chapter 13
Brandon
I walked into the office with a bit of a smile on my face. I felt like I was standing a bit taller, like my legs had grown longer overnight. The last couple of nights as I settled in after tucking in Max, Melissa had called. The first time was because of a panic attack, but the past two nights she called, we simply talked like old friends. I enjoyed talking with her greatly. It reminded me of the nights I’d climb up to her bedroom window, and we’d sit on the sill and talk. Her giggle fluttered into my eardrums and ingrained itself into my brain, and I’d fall asleep with the image of her smile imprinted on my eyelids.
I felt fantastic talking with her.
Her voice had deepened a bit since we last talked. As a girl, she had this light, innocent tone to her voice. Now, she sounded like a woman. Sultry with a bit of playful attitude thrown in. Some nights, we got into deep conversations about her sleeplessness or how she woke up crying that morning. Sometimes we talked about the things that happened in my marriage, and sometimes we talked about fights her and Carl had, but there were two things we never broached.
We never talked about why I married that awful woman or the fact that I had a son.
I left the office that evening preparing for our next conversation. I knew she would call, and I could hardly contain my excitement. I had to admit, her voice was sexy as hell, and coupled with the feminine body she had wrapped up in her work clothes Monday, it was a hard image to let go of. I had moments in the shower where I didn’t bother attempting to contain myself, and I even had moments where I thought about what she might look like underneath those clothes.
I had no idea what the conversation tonight would bring, but as I lay down in bed around eleven o’clock, my phone began to buzz on my nightstand.
“Hello there, Melissa,” I said.
“Good evening, Brandon. How was work?” she asked.
“It actually flew by. I’m glad you called.”
“Why’s that?” she asked.
“I suppose I’ve been enjoying the talking we’re doing. How did you do at work today? How’s Sarah?”
“Sarah’s good and work was, well, work. Lots of numbers and calculations.”
“I actually don’t think I know what you do for work,” I said.
“I’m an accountant for the tech company up the road from you,” she said.
“Out of all the things I thought you would do, that was not something I ever considered,” I said.
“Yeah, well. I suppose we fall into things sometimes,” she said. “I always knew you’d find your way to helping people, though.”
“Why’s that?” I asked.
“Because you helped me,” she said.
“I don’t think so. I think all I left you with was hurt and heartache.”
“Leading up to that wasn’t hurt and heartache, though. You exposed me to things my parents would’ve never imagined me knowing. You taught me things, broadened my horizons, so to speak. Had it not been for you and your encouragement, I probably would’ve gone to the community college they wanted me to just so I didn’t create any more friction in the family.”
“I take it you guys still don’t talk?” I asked.
“Nope. They’ve never even met Sarah. Don’t even know they have a grandchild.” I could hear the sadness in her voice, and my heart ached for her. How the hell could two parents do to their child what they’d done to Melissa? Having a son of my own, I could never imagine him doing anything that would make me disown him and never want to see him again.
Nothing.
“You remember that night underneath the stars?” she asked. “That night with the full moon?”
“The night underneath that massive oak tree? How in the world could I forget something like that?” I asked.
“Remember how tentative you were with me? Like you didn’t want to hurt me?”
“I do remember because I didn’t want to hurt you. Why do you ask?”
“I think about that night a lot.”
I felt my skin heat up as my cock began to jump to life. Out of all the nights of passion I’d shared with all the women in my lifetime, that one took the cake every single time. The way her skin was painted by the moonlight and the way her pussy squeezed me tightly was a sensation I couldn’t replicate. Not with any woman I ever came across.
“May I ask why?” I asked.
“It was the first time I ever orgasmed,” she said.
“You didn’t orgasm the first time we had sex?” I asked.
“I think maybe I did, but I maybe didn’t know how to define what had happened. That time underneath the stars, I knew exactly what had happened.”
I shivered at her voice. I heard those sultry tones sink in, and I knew it was because of the chemical change taking place in her mind. I found my hand creeping across my cock, massaging it as I heard her breathing into the phone. I didn’t know what to say or where to go from here, so I stayed silent until she continued talking.
“Can I admit something to you that I would never be comfortable telling anyone else?” she asked.
“Of course,” I said.
“Carl never made me come like that.”
I had to take deep breaths in order to keep myself at bay. My cock was pushing through the seam of my boxers as I wrapped my hand around it. I had to tell her to stop or to divert the conversation and get it onto another topic. I wouldn’t be able to take any more of those words falling from her lips.
But I was speechless at the way she was breathing into the phone.
“If it makes you feel any better, I never could replicate the feeling either,” I said.
“Not even with that thin little bride of yours?” she asked.
“Not even with her,” I said.
“You were the first man I’d ever seen naked. I was astounded by your body,” she said.
“You were beautiful to me, Melissa, a flower that had just bloomed amongst a bouquet of wooden roses,” I said.
“I would’ve done anything for you,” she whispered.
My hand was stroking my cock as her breathing began to speed up. I could hear her moaning, and I knew exactly what she was doing. I thought about her naked body spread on her bed, her legs parted for me as my cock slid into her warm depths. My hand stroked my length, juices dripping down my hand as I groaned into the phone. I could hear her whimpering, and I envisioned her shaking and her legs jumping as my tongue flicked her clit while she covered my face in juices.
“I can only imagine the curves your body holds for someone to sink their fingers into,” I breathed.
“What I wouldn’t give for you to touch me again,” she whispered.
At first, I didn’t think I heard her right. My eyes flew open as my hips began to pump into my hand. I pressed my ear into the phone as she whimpered and moaned. I could hear her bed creaking on the other end as my ass flexed and my cock twitched. I thought about her juices dripping down her ass crack, waiting for my tongue to lick them up as her legs locked me between her legs.
I bet she smelled divine.
“Brandon. Yes. Oh, shit. Right there.”
My name falling from her lips threw me over the edge. I ran my thumb along the head of my cock as I grunted into the comforter. My hot come spilled all over me, stream after stream of thick, juicy come painting my sheets and body as I clenched my teeth. I could hear her whimpering and rolling around, her mind lost to the sensations she was probably fighting off due to the change in medical treatment she was receiving.
But the words that flew from her mouth as she came shivered me to my core.
“Brandon. Brandon. Oh yes. Just like that. Just for you. Oh shit.”
I heard her breathing deep, trying to catch her breath as I listened to her come. I smiled as I closed my eyes, taking in every single sensation. Her breathing slowed and her body rested, and I wondered what it would feel like to have her curl into me, to run my fingers through her hair again while she fell asleep next to my body.
I bet her curves would mold perfectly to my chiseled muscles protecting her like she’d wanted to be protected all those years ago.
“Melissa?” I asked.
“Mhm?” she hummed.
“Why don’t you try to get some sleep?” I asked.
“Sounds good …” she trailed off.
“Good night, Melissa,” I said.
“Mhm.”
I hung up the phone and simply stared at the ceiling. What the fuck had just happened? How the hell did we jump from friendly conversation to phone sex? I wasn’t complaining. Not by a long shot. But fuck, that was hot. Her breaths and her moans. The way my name still rolled effortlessly off her lips. It was like she was building to this moment, dreaming of it the way I had been dreaming of her.
I closed my eyes as I rolled away from my mess. I didn’t want to clean myself up. I wanted to imagine that her juices were coating my cock. I wanted to wake up and remember this moment. I wanted proof that it had happened and that while it was unexpected, we had still gravitated back toward each other like we had all those years ago in the middle of a high school class when I couldn’t stop looking at the way the sun filtered over her skin through the window.
I fell asleep for the first time in years with a smile on my face and dreamed of the way her breath cascaded over my ears in that phone call.
Chapter 14
Melissa
Holy hell, what had I just done? I stretched my arms and felt the residue of last night all along my thighs and grimaced. How in the world could I have done something like that? Brandon’s voice kept echoing in my mind like a haunting reminder of the betrayal I had just committed. I threw myself out of bed and ran to the bathroom, heaving into the toilet as I heard Sarah stir. I had been weak. I had masturbated to a voice that had ricocheted around in my head for nights. I had garnered pleasure from the idea of another man.
I had betrayed Carl.
I didn’t know how I was going to face him again. As I got Sarah and myself ready for the day, I thought about canceling my next appointment. Surely there had been a doctor-patient logistic that had been breached by our actions. Surely that warranted a good enough excuse to change doctors. Or stop this shit altogether.
I dropped Sarah off at work and felt my phone vibrate. I was a message from Brandon, asking if I was all right. No, I wasn’t all right, but the last person I wanted to talk with was him.
Then, my phone vibrated again.
Just let me know you’re okay.
No, I had no intentions of doing that. I had no intentions of talking with him again or seeing him for that matter. I needed Ava. I needed to talk with her. I needed her voice of reason and her guidance. My mind was swirling and my stomach was churning with guilt. My head was blasting memories of Brandon and me on loud like I had broken the volume control, and my legs were still throbbing from last night.
I walked up to Ava, but she was head-deep on phone calls and messages. She waved at me but did little more, so I grabbed the cup of coffee she always had sitting out for me before I made my way to my office. My phone vibrated again in my purse as I sat down, but I simply ignored it. I knew who it was, knew what he was asking, but I didn’t want any reminders of him during my day.
I wanted to build up the courage to cancel my appointment before I called.
I ran calculations with my trembling hands as I blocked out the sounds around me. People came and asked me questions, set paperwork down onto my desk, and even tried to get my attention, but I simply kept shrugging them off. I wanted silence and alone time. I wanted to get my work done and go home. I wanted to wrap myself up in my comforter and cry myself to sleep.
I wanted the guilt to go away.
Finally, it was time for lunch. I checked my phone and saw Brandon was still asking me if I was all right, and I decided to call him after lunch. I’d get some food in my system, talk a bit with Ava, and then let him know I was switching doctors. I needed the help. I knew I did, especially after what happened between the two of us last night.
He would surely understand that.
I grabbed my things and headed to lunch, but Ava was nowhere to be found. I sighed in frustration, cursing this day before it was even halfway over. I needed to talk with my best friend. I needed her to root me back to the ground. I felt like I was floating aimlessly, my body slowly filling with air as I approached the edge of the atmosphere. I couldn’t breathe, and the world was spinning. I needed to get somewhere dark.
Somewhere safe.
Somewhere quiet.
“Melissa, are you all right?”
I jumped at the voice as I whirled around. My breathing was coming in short pants, and the look on Brandon’s face turned from concern to worry. He grabbed my hand and tugged me down a lonely hallway off in the corner and pressed my back against the cool wall. His hands smoothed over my shoulders as my wild eyes took him in, watching as he tried to relax me while I caught my breath. He was slowly talking me through breathing techniques, his mouth moving but no sound coming out.
Then, his voice slowly began to hit my ears
“Breathe in… two… three… four… breathe out… two… three… four…”
My shaking hands clutched my purse, but slowly I began to listen to him. My body was shivering, and I felt my head spinning, but things were dropping back into place. My heart rate settled, and my vision stabilized. The grip on my purse loosened as it dropped to the floor. I allowed my head to fall back against the wall as Brandon’s hands slid down my arms, and then slowly he pulled me into his embrace.
“Are you all right, Melissa?” he asked.
“What are you doing here?” I whispered.
“You weren’t returning my text messages. I got worried that something might have happened to you.”
“You shouldn’t be here,” I said.
“But I’m glad I was. What happened?” he asked.
“I just feel weird,” I said.
“Weird how?”
“Guilty.”
“About last night?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Would you go to lunch with me? So we could talk about it?”
“I don’t know, Brandon,” I said.
“Please? Just to talk.”
“Are we even capable of doing that?” I asked as I pulled back to look up at him.
“If we talk, and you’re still not comfortable, I’ll schedule you a different appointment with another doctor on the spot. You’ll have a different psychiatrist before you come back to work,” he said.
“Okay. I could do that,” I said.
“Where would you like to go?”
“I was just going across the street to get a bowl of soup,” I said.
We crossed the road and sat down in the diner. The silence that hung between us was heavy, and I wasn’t sure how to begin things. Did I apologize? Did I tell him why I felt guilty? He probably already knew, but did I tell him anyway?
How was I supposed to begin this?
“I want to start off by telling you how sorry I am,” he said.
Wonderful. I didn’t have to start it.
“It’s not your fault. I’m the one who brought up the topic,” I said.
“But I’m your physician. I was roped in instead of digging down to the root of how you were feeling. I was taking our calls personally and not professionally. That was my mistake,” he said.
“Mistake?”
Why did that word hurt so much?
“You’re not a mistake, Melissa, I just meant—”
“I wish you weren’t sorry,” I said, whispering.
“What?” he asked.
“I mean, I enjoyed it. Let’s just call it what it was, two people who have an unresolved past and an obvious connection exploring things,” I said.
“But you still feel guilty.”
“I do,” I said.
“You know that’s natural, correct?” he asked.
“I don’t.”
“What I need you to understand is that I’m apologizing in a professional capacity. Despite our past, I’m still your doctor. You’re still calling me to help you sort through things you’re thinking. Feeling. Experiencing. The line I crossed with you, the line I allowed us both to cross, it could cost me my license.”
“I’m so sorry, Brandon,” I said.
“All this to say, I’m not apologizing in a personal capacity,” he said.
“What?” I asked.
“Have you had sex since your husband passed?” he asked.
“No,” I said honestly. “I haven’t.”
“Then the guilt is normal, and you might experience this for a while. As you cope with the situation and your body starts to chemically realign itself, you’ll experience things normal individuals experience. Cravings for things you thought had died. Even sex. Don’t be afraid of those and the emotions they might trigger. It’s normal to feel guilt after something like this, okay?”
“But how do I work through that guilt? How do I get it to go away?”
“The guilt happens when the dichotomy between what the body wants and what the heart hangs onto happens. Your body has certain needs that need to be fulfilled. It’s simple human nature, both chemically and otherwise. But losing someone as close to you as a spouse or a friend, that causes a stark chemical reaction as well. Our bodies are a constant swirling pot of communicatory chemicals, and when some of them conflict, it causes the body pain. That pain is then interpreted emotionally so we can make sense of it, and that’s where you’re sitting. Your body is chemically producing hormones to strike up your libido, but your body is also still experiencing residual chemical reactions from the stark loss you experienced.”
“How do I fix it?” I asked.
“You don’t. With Carl alive, you experienced one set of chemical reactions. Now with him gone, your body is going through a set of withdrawals. Your body is trying to realign itself with your new reality. It’s trying to cope with chemical processes and reactions it was used to that it is no longer receiving. You simply have to ride out the slow change your body is going through.”
“I don’t know if I can wrap my head around all this,” I said.
“And that’s why doctors like me are here to help and aid in that process. It’s confusing and hard to digest, and we’re here to help make it a bit more palatable.”
Our food hadn’t even been touched, and my soup was getting cold. I started eating it, thinking about all the things Brandon had just told me. It made sense, even though I was still unpacking it. I would have to sit with it for a while and sift through some things I was still thinking and feeling.
But I was glad that Brandon was there to talk to. Again.
“Brandon?” I asked as I finished my soup.
“Mhm?”
“Thanks,” I said.
“For what?”
“For being here to talk with me.”
“It’s not a problem. I do want to help you, Melissa. Will you continue to allow me the opportunity to do that?”
I looked up into his bright blue eyes, and for a moment, the guilt wafted up my throat. I lost myself in his eyes as Carl’s voice bounced off the corners of my mind, but the idea of trying this all over with another doctor was scary. I didn’t want to get to know someone else. I didn’t want to talk with anyone else about these things. I didn’t want a stranger dissecting my life and trying to make sense of how I was feeling.
I wanted him to help me with that.
“Yes,” I said. “I would like it if you continued helping me.”