Broken Desires (5 page)

“Did you reschedule?”

“Tomorrow morning at ten o-clock.”

“Hihihi, yes. This is so good!”

“Shit, now I have to shave my pussy again. The damn hair on it is just long enough to make me look like half gorilla.”

“Shave? No no no, use a hair removal!”

She’d never considered that. “Seriously? Wouldn’t that burn?”

“I
know women who do it all the time. It’s fine, your coochie will be smooth as a babies butt.”

“Well shit, that sounds a hell of a lot easier than shaving the damn thing. If you’d seen the positions I had to get in to be sure every hair was accounted for.
Looked like a perverted contortionist. Gotta go, Gammie’s calling.”

“You fucking call me, don’t leave me hanging!”

“Sorry, I promise.”

****

Daniel considered taking a Valium just to steady his hands. She’d rescheduled. His cock throbbed painfully every time he thought of touching her.  What would her breasts look like? Feel like? Was she as nervous as he was? How would he ask her out again? And when? He’d no doubt have that answer after the exam. It all hinged on that, how she responded to his touch. He’d know everything after. And he could hardly stand the wait.

****

Sofia tried to calm her nerves but nothing helped. If anything, the second time around after meeting Dr. Fletcher was harder. She’d thought it’d be easier now that they were acquainted. Wrong. Much worse. More intimate.

Shit.

“Miss Parsons?”

Sofia got up and went through the same piss routine without a hitch and headed to the torture chamber. She decided to put the backward gown on backward
s, putting the opening at the front. Just made more sense. She climbed up on the table, glad to not have her bare ass on the crinkly paper. Ohhh the deja v
u!

How would he act with her? How should she act with him?

Like no big deal, like this is a disgusting, boring profession for him. Treat him like a horse, don’t panic and he should be normal.

The door opened all too soon and she was hit with his smile. The thing was like a tornado in her mind, bl
asting all composure and planned greetings to smithereens. “Sofia, how are you?”

The question was as genuine as they came. Like he
literally wanted to know. “I’m…I’m fine thank you.”

“You enjoyed the food?”

“Every bit of it.” She gave a gaspy laugh. “I ate it slow. Savored it.”

He paused and looked at her. “Thank you.”

She pursed her lips nervously then remembered it made her look like a silly child. If she wasn’t losing her mind, there was a flicker of something hot in his eyes before he took his seat before her. He was such a contradiction. Acting like he didn’t like women while sporting a hard on. What was his game? Hard to get? He had the hard part down.

“So, we’re going to do this today?” he asked, meeting her gaze, his
dark denim blue eyes back to professional.

“Looks like it.”

“Are you nervous?”

“Nah.” She smoothed her gown. “Yeah, a little.
”

“Please, don’t be. I’ll be quick but gentle.”

Ooookay, that didn’t help her heart rate. Not the gentle part.

“Did you need to discuss anything with me? Any new problems since
we last talked?”

Assuming he meant last they talked in his office. She shook her head.
“Nothing gynological… that I’m aware of.” Shiiiiit she’d said that stupid ass word, and by the way he grinned told her it was so not a word.

“
Okay then. I’ll get the nurse in here and we’ll begin.”

She
nodded her affirmative, gnawing her lower lip off. A few seconds later and they were back to where they left off on her first visit.

He came
and stood on her right side. “Can you put your feet in the stirrups for me?”

Ohhhh shit. She nodded and complied, willing the tremble out of her damn body.

He ran his fingers along her forearm in a petting motion. “Good, you’re doing fine. I’m going to open your gown and check your breasts now.”

“Mmhm.”

His began at the lower left side of her breast, pressing warm fingers into the mounds with circular motions. She stared straight up at the ceiling, keeping him in her vision while her toes wiggled like they were on fire.

“How’s your grandmother?”
His voice was soft like his touch that slowly circled in toward her nipple. 

“She’s fine.
Called me Mary today. We’re getting her hair done cause she looks like Albert Einstein.” The words flew out all chirpy and in half ass order. She made the mistake of focusing on his warm fingers and heat shot to her belly.

“That breast is fine. Moving to the other side now.”
Professional colored his words this time. “You’re doing good,” he soothed. “But go easy on that lip.”

Nothing like somebody rubbing your tits and knowing how much it affected you.
She cleared her throat when the need to hum became almost unbearable. Why did she have to be so weird? Her thoughts raced as the breast exam came to an end. Would he be able to tell she was aroused when he did the vulva thing? Oh God, what would he think of her vagina? Damn. Wished she could’ve washed just
one
more time.

“That one’s fine too.” He moved to her lower abdomen and began pressing in various places. “Let me know if there’s any discomfort,” he muttered, staring into the air at nothing while he did his thing
all I’m so not into you looking. He leaned and looked her in the eyes as he shut her gown. “Everything seems fine, sweetie.”

He patted her hand then moved to her feet. There was a sheet draped over her legs and he lifted it.

Oh God, oh God. She bit her lip hard.

“Your gloves,” the nurse whispered
after a few seconds.

“Oh, thank you,” he mumbled.

God, they were
staring at her vagina!

There was a knock at the door
and instinctively Sofia tried to close her legs as the doc sighed.

“Must be important,” the nurse said.

“It better be.” He gently removed her legs from the stirrups and reached for her hand. She let him pull her upright. “Sorry, stay covered love.”

Her heart raced in her chest
, not sure how to process the way he talked to her while touching her so intimately. It was both weird and nice at the same time. He opened the door a little and mumbling proceeded. Sofia caught things like
so sorry, can’t wait, something something.

He shut the door
and turned to her. “I’m afraid we’ll have to reschedule, there’s an emergency I need to handle.”

“Dr. Gonzalas is here,” the nurse whispered.

“No, reschedule her.”

“As in
, he’s here in the office,” she persisted. “If you like he could—”

“Re. Schedule. Her. Please.”

Sofia bit the smile from her lips. He didn’t want another doctor seeing her? That was a good sign. And totally sweet.

Well that was that. Another dud visit.
No, not quite. Sofia’s heart raced as she dressed. She could barely wait to get to her car and call Dara.

****

Second ring. “Tell me tell me tell me,” was her greeting.

“Oh. My. God.”

“Shut your face, spill it!”

“We still did not complete my exam!”

“What? What happened now?”

“Well, he did check my breasts. Oh my God,
Dara, he was sooooo gentle. And he called me sweetie and made idle chatter to soothe me. So romantic.”

“What else!”

“So then my feet are in the stirrups right, and he finally makes his way to the south side of my body, lifts the sheet and I hear the nurse remind him to put his
gloves
on.”

“Ohhh, you think he did that on purpose?”

“No! Heavens no. I think he was
kinda distracted
though?”

“Hihihi, yes!”

So then I’m burning up with shame while waiting and there’s a knock on the door. Doc’s all huffy as he oh so gently removes my feet from the stirrups, takes my hand, pulls me up and tells me to stay covered.”

“Swoooooning. What else.”

“He opens the door, speaks to whoever, and tells me there’s an emergency that he has to leave and I’ll need to reschedule. But
wait!
The nurse in the room says Dr. so and so is here and he can see me. He says
no,
reschedule her. The nurse says, but he’s like in the office he can see her right now. Well, the good sexy doc
cuts her off
and says
re-schedule-her.
Oh my God, just like that!”

“Hihihihi! He is in
love!
He doesn’t want another man handling his goods!”

Sofia
laid her head on the seat and giggled. “Exactly what I’d thought. Wonder what happens next?”

“
Why don’t you bake him some cookies with oatmeal and brown sugar, not all desserts are unhealthy!”

“
You think? Crap, why does baking have to be the only thing I’m talented at and love to do? But maybe you’re right, maybe he just hasn’t been introduced to healthy sweets, I mean he avoids them like the plague, he may not even
know
you can do it healthy. And I can like bake him the cookies using all healthy stuff then wrap it and put a note that says, “because you’ve been so sweet to me? What do you think?”

“Ahhhhh yes yes, you’re a fucking genius! Now go do it!”

Chapter Five

Daniel braced his palms against the shower walls, letting the water hit full force on his neck. Sofia. Her breasts had been perfect. And she’d been aroused. Her nipples had hardened when he began caressing their respective breasts. But definitely no green light. She was far too timid. He stroked his cock seeing her beautiful shaved lips. His stomach and groin clenched with a savage hunger. They were plump and perfect. A lot like her nipples. Fuck, her nipples. Rose colored flesh all silky and puffy topped the handful of breast, and a little round tip crowned it all. The entire thing had become erect, and that tiny tip swelled to nearly twice its size. Much like he expected her clit would when his finger gave it attention…no…for her he’d use his tongue. He was sure she’d be succulent sweet.

H
is logical mind screamed
bad, bad, bad idea
. While his cock said she was exactly the therapy he needed, and that if he simply got her to the point of wanting it, she would beg for it. Then there would be no blaming him for whatever happened.

****

It was six thirty and Sofia paced the kitchen in her not so casual outfit. Time to deliver the cookies she’d baked. She’d decided to be a little feminine tonight. Nothing slutty, just sensual. Well, the silk was sensual, but the floor length vulva pink skirt with the slit running up to her butt hit a bit of a slutty note. Her top was an off the shoulder white peasant blouse and was a tie between slutty and sensual. After fifteen minutes of shoe madness, she settled on the platform shoes with the white ankle straps. Her nail polish and lipstick matched her skirt, and she even did her hair half up with little pink flower bobby pins. She was downright virginic. Now all she had to do was work up the nerve to call him. Or decide once and for all to just surprise him.

She didn’t like the surprise idea.

Her phone rang and she knew it was Dara again, wondering if she’d made up her mind.

She hit talk
and her breath froze at the silky deep tone in her ear, “Sofia.”

She swallowed her panic.
“Hey doc, what’s up?” Okay, too chirpy!

“Well, I needed your help with something. I’m getting that room ready for the classes and need a woman’s touch or opinion.”

“Like now?”

“Well, it doesn’t have to be. I know it’s spur of the moment.
I can wait till tomorrow.”

“No, it’s fine, I had something for you anyway. You want me to come now?”

Shit, that sounded so wrong in her ears at that very moment.

“If you can. Do you want me to pick you up?”

“No, I’ll drive.”

“I hope you’re hungry.” There was a slight pause. “I cooked for you.”

“For me? Mmmmm, can’t wait.” She clenched her eyes at how erotic her
mmmm
sounded.  See you in ten?”

“
Definitely.”

She hung up and pressed the phone to her racing heart.
Definitely.
The way he’d said it convinced her she was right. This man had some kinky shit going on in the food department. She’d figure out a way to find out for sure tonight.

****

This time when Daniel opened his door, he scanned
her
body. “Beautiful.” Her heart sledge hammered at the unexpected compliment. He stepped aside. “Come in.”