Declan
“Let’s take a look,” I say as I look into her eyes. They’re normally so carefree and full of youthful exuberance, but not today. And it makes me want to physically punish the person who did this to her.
The Hippocratic Oath I’ve sworn to uphold says to “do no harm.” But if the reckless boy who did this to her today was here in my office being a real man or at least attempting to make right what he did wrong, I’m not sure how well I’d be able to control myself…if at all.
Apparently some boy her age ran into her and tackled her as she was standing by the side of a swimming pool minding her own business at an end of summer pool party. Her ankle caught the lip at the edge of the pool and it twisted pretty good…I can see by the bruising and the swelling, but I’m hoping it’s not broken.
But brake is exactly what I’d like to do to that boy right now, as in bend him over my knee and break him in half as I teach him how a real man acts around a woman.
Especially one this beautiful and this perfect.
She bends her knee from her position on the medical examination table towards me as I sit on my doctor’s stool. She came in hobbling, her arm wrapped around her dad’s neck. Her dad. My best friend.
But as he sits in the waiting room reading one of my sports magazines I can only wonder how come I haven’t gone by their house more often this past year.
I’ve been buried in work, but I should of had other parts of me buried in her.
Like my face in-between that chest of hers which is a lot fuller than I remember.
And my tongue in her mouth, exploring her as we kiss deeply and passionately.
And this raging erection that I’m doing a terrible job of concealing inside her…for what surely must be the first time.
I know how her dad raised her and I’m surprised he even let her go to a pool party where there were minors drinking. There’s no way he would have known, but I know she wasn’t drinking anyways. I didn’t smell it on her and she’s completely alert.
She’s a good girl, but oh boy do I want to do some things to her that are oh so bad.
I reach for her ankle and the moment my hands touch her skin I feel a shock run through me, traveling up my arm and then throughout my entire body. I feel static electricity in my hair and I know it’s standing up now. My arms are covered in goose bumps. Surely she can see.
Surely she knows what she’s doing to me.
This is the part where I’d excuse myself and try and calm down, but I don’t have a nurse in the office today.
This is the weekend and it was a special circumstance. I’d do anything for my best friend and his family, but right now all I can think about is how I’d do anything for her.
I just stare at her ankle for a second knowing it’s still beautiful underneath all that bruising and swelling and knowing I’m going to make this right. I’m going to fix it and get her back out there running around and doing things with her girlfriends again.
Fix her up so she can put weight on that leg so she can go on a walk with me in the park, or out by the lake, or even around town as we share an afternoon together.
What’s gotten into me?
I’m already planning out our first date and she doesn’t even know how I feel about her. And I should shelve these thoughts, but I just can’t.
I know if she took my stethoscope and put it to my chest right now she’d hear a pace that was so fast and so strong it would probably send her running in the other direction…twisted ankle and all.
And oh how tempted I am to use my stethoscope on her. To slide it down her white top that has the third button unbuttoned. The one that’s wet from where her swimsuit is making contact with it. She must have just thrown it on quickly before she rushed over here to meet me.
Her hair is still wet and I wonder if that’s the only thing.
Damn how I would like to slide right into her moist opening and fill her so full of my seed that she’d be back here in a week taking a pregnancy test.
How she’s so perfect and those eyes are so full of life…and how I’d like to put a life of our own inside her.
I carefully move her ankle in my hands checking it for any breaks. It feels perfect, just like she is, but I’m going to take a quick X-Ray just in case.
I’m not taking any chances with her. I want her to heal back just the way she was. And I’m going to watch over her treatment carefully. I’m going to make sure she’s not putting any weight on it, preferably just lying on my couch curled up in my arms as we watch movies and I feed her popcorn as I stroke that beautiful hair of hers.
And long before the movie is over, because there’s no way my desire for her will allow me to feel her body pressed against mine for ninety minutes without doing something about it, I’ll scoop her up in my arms and carry her to my bedroom and I’ll examine every single inch of her body…with my tongue.
I’ll take my time too, making us both wait before I enter her and make her mine. I know I’d be the first. I can tell by her mannerisms and her truly good girl ways.
This girl has never been touched. Maybe she’s never even been kissed.
And I want to be the first, and I will.
But right now I need to will myself through the rest of this examination before I do something I shouldn’t.
As much as I want her I don’t want to scare her and send her running in the other direction.
But the other direction is where I need to go right now as I feel myself starting to struggle to catch my breath.
“Let me get something that will help you these next few days,” I say standing up and carefully placing her foot on the doctor’s stool where I was. The moment I release her foot I feel that void, the loss of our skin to skin contact and damn do I want it back.
But right now what I want even more is not to make a fool out of myself and I’m damn close to doing that.
I step inside the other room where I keep the crutches, but right now I’m the one that needs them to stay upright.
I put my right hand on the wall and lean into it, my forehead making contact as I take a few deep breaths.
I’ve treated people for panic attacks, anxiety, and the likes before. They’re serious conditions, but never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d ever experience one.
And that’s because I never expected I’d experience someone like her.
Someone so inexperienced, yet so ready. Ready for me and me alone.
And if her dad wasn’t in that other room, and the two of us were truly alone…I couldn’t be held responsible for my actions.
That’s how much I need her. How much I have to have her.
And I will. She will be mine.