Nurse Lovette (3 page)

“I think you’ll need to come back for a few more tests,” Nurse Lovette said, her face devoid of any emotion.

Avery blinked, still trying to clear the cobwebs from her head. “Yes. Yes.”

“Good. You can get dressed and then come up to the front desk to make your next appointment.” The nurse opened the door and left the room.

Avery sat bewildered and aroused and so thoroughly sated, she thought she would pass out if she tried to stand. This experience had exceeded her wildest expectations but had also sparked something else. A fierce attraction to Darby. And a need to explore sex with a woman.
This
woman. While Avery had enjoyed being on the receiving end of oral sex given by a woman, she suddenly wanted to try her hand at giving it.

She raked her hand through her hair and slid off the table. Still shaking, she put her clothes back on and walked back up to the lobby and the little window. Despite the ecstasy she’d experienced, instinct railed at her to flee out the back door and never come back.

Something far more insidious inspired her to stop.

“I have an appointment open at ten tomorrow,” Darby said and then innocently chewed the tip of her ink pen.

The gesture attracted Avery’s attention to the nurse’s full, soft lips and her own mouth went cotton dry. “Ten would be perfect.”

Darby filled out an appointment card and handed it to her patient. Avery stuck the card in her bag and then muttered an awkward goodbye before disappearing out the back door.

Letting out a sigh, Darby buried her face in her hands. Oh God. She’d crossed the line. She never—ever—should have allowed herself to be so intimate with Avery. Touching her and helping her find release while undergoing a procedure was one thing. It was what they’d agreed to. But eating her pussy?

“Fuck,” Darby cursed aloud. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

She licked the tip of her tongue across her lips, tasting the sweet nectar from Avery’s sex. When she’d been on the table, her blushing folds had opened like a butterfly’s wings, revealing the moist, pink flesh inside. Darby’s stomach tightened. She squeezed her thighs together. Even through the gloves, she’d felt the velvety tissues gripping her fingers, welcoming the invasion.

Lord have mercy, she hadn’t been able to resist burying her face in that sweet pussy, of breathing in Avery’s soap-and-water-feminine fragrance. She’d seemed so guarded and defenseless on that table, with her long brown hair cascading across the stark-white pillowslip and those pink lips puckered in a perfect pout. Darby had only wanted to soothe away the fear emanating from Avery’s wide, hazel eyes.

Darby certainly didn’t want to get involved in another relationship with a
patient
. If she’d maintained her distance with Marissa, maybe they’d still be together. Darby ached at the memory of her lover. It had broken her heart when Marissa left. A six-month stint of anti-depressants hadn’t helped. Neither had dating
normal
women. They’d all wondered about the little clinic in the back of her house and when she ventured to explain its purpose, they’d avoided her, unfriended her on the social networks and even blocked her emails.

For Darby, giving was second nature. She didn’t know how to
not
seek out the heady mixture of compassion and control she exerted when she had a patient on the table. Because the only real long-term relationship she’d ever had revolved around the fetish, she felt lost without it.

She’d hoped to fulfill her need by helping Avery—not by trying to turn a straight woman gay.

After today, though, she wasn’t so sure Avery was exactly straight. Her response to having her breasts kissed and her pussy devoured indicated Avery, at the very least, had an open mind.

Darby breathed in, the mere action of drawing a breath enhancing her arousal. Her clit swelled and throbbed against the cotton crotch of her panties. Absentmindedly, she spread her legs and brushed her fingertips over her aching flesh. Even through her clothes, the touch was electric.

She closed her eyes and visualized Avery’s beautifully blushed pussy lips parting to reveal the juicy core within. Darby had ached to taste the forbidden fruit, to pleasure her patient in myriad ways.

Avery’s particular brand of vulnerability—her complete surrender to the erotic examination—had caused Darby to want to gather the woman into her arms, to kiss her and comfort her.

She slid her fingers under the band of her panties and massaged her clit. Her legs shook and she rocked in her chair. The need to come burned hot. Leaning slightly forward, she rubbed with furious intent, shuddering as sensation budded and then blossomed, unfurling through her limbs, causing her to writhe in her chair in a torrent of ecstasy.

Even as the last burst of desire dulled and faded away, she questioned her motives. Her resolve.

Getting involved was out of the question. This situation was far too perfect. Darby had a patient with whom she could connect on a sexual level. She couldn’t lose another lover to familiarity.

* * * * *

Avery sat in a different waiting room. This one belonged to her therapist. At first, she’d thought making an appointment to follow her morning session with Darby was prudent. Now, Avery wasn’t so sure.

The door to his office opened. “Avery.”

Her stomach flipped as she stood. Even though Darby had wiped the lube from her bottom, Avery still felt the slick slide between her legs, dampening her panties, reminding her of what had transpired earlier this morning.

“Come in,” Dr. Milburn said, holding the door for Avery as she slipped past him and took her usual seat on his leather sofa.

“How is everything today?” he asked, seating himself across from her in a matching chair.

“I went to see
her
this morning,” Avery blurted.

His graying eyebrows lifted. “Your nurse?”

She nodded.

Dr. Milburn steepled his fingers. “And how did that go?”

“I have another appointment tomorrow.” Her heart beat as fast a cornered rabbit’s.

“Did the experience trigger any memories?”

“No. But for the first time, I achieved…sexual satisfaction without having to resort to fantasizing about the fetish.”

“How did it make you feel?”

Avery uncrossed then recrossed her legs. “I’m not sure,” she said after giving it some thought. Dark images flashed in her head. In truth, she’d experienced the perfect blend of erotic humiliation and loss of control she needed to push her over the edge. She swallowed tightly. “I…I felt…free. I wanted more.”

“Free?”

“All these years, I’ve dreaded going to the doctor. I’ve feared my reactions because I knew it was taboo to have sexual feelings when that isn’t what’s intended at all. I fear losing control, of experiencing orgasm and embarrassing myself. And with my…nurse…it’s okay for me to indulge those needs.”

“You know, Avery, your fetish
is
fairly common.”

She shrugged. In truth, she’d seen the vast number of people who subscribed to the website she’d joined. Those numbers and the plethora of websites devoted to the fetish alone had eased her in the fact that she wasn’t isolated in her desires.

Milburn nodded. “And how did you feel about being with a woman?”

Avery’s insides seized tight. She had ached to kiss Darby, to return the pleasure the other woman had given. Part of Avery wondered if she didn’t feel a different level of attraction to Nurse Lovette.

“She’s pretty,” Avery admitted.

“But how did it make you feel?”

“Accepted. Safe. Intrigued.”

“Intrigued?” he asked.

“Yes. It made me want to explore a relationship with a woman.”

He crossed his legs. “And have you ever thought about that before?”

“No. My reaction surprised me. I don’t know if it was the fact that I…came so easily or that I felt something with her I’d never felt with a man,” Avery responded honestly.

“I think you’ve had more of a breakthrough than you know,” he said. “As long as you feel safe, I think you should explore this side of you.”

* * * * *

The following morning, Avery climbed onto the table with renewed excitement. Her paper gown rustled as she settled herself. The air conditioning hummed, cooling her heated skin, soothing her, readying her for what was to come.

Already her pulse beat hard in her chest, thickening and warming her blood. Her clit throbbed and her rim tingled in anticipation of the special thermometer invading her again.

A rush of liquid gathered in her vagina when the door opened and Darby entered with professional detachment.

“Good morning, Miss Walker,” she said cheerfully. “Why don’t you go ahead and get up on your knees with your bottom raised and your head down.”

Avery’s mouth went dry. “On my…knees?”

Darby nodded as she donned a pair of latex gloves. “I need to take your temperature.” She stepped forward and pulled away the paper drape across Avery’s lap. “You won’t need that for now.”

Avery could scarcely swallow as she twisted up and onto her knees. Blood rushed to her head and pounded in her ears as Nurse Lovette set the drape aside and pulled open a drawer. Again, the sounds and clean scents of alcohol and sterile instruments washed over Avery like a warm wave. Cool air blew over her nude flesh, making her painfully aware of her exposed position and lack of control. She almost moaned when a cool nozzle breached her anus and thick lubricant squirted inside.

“Does that feel good?” Darby asked.

“Yes.”

A finger intruded and Avery sucked in a breath at the sudden invasion. The digit wriggled, awakening hidden nerve-endings, arousing her to the point of insanity.

“I’m just checking to be certain you’re clean in there and that we don’t need to use a rectal douche.”

Avery bit her lip.
Rectal douche?
She debated whether to ask for one. But before she could say anything, the finger in her bottom withdrew and the tip of the thermometer pressed against her rosette. The tight flesh gave and admitted the instrument and Avery sighed as the slick, cool object slid slowly inside her hole. Inch by tormenting inch, it filled her, delving deep until the nurse’s gloved hand pressed against the curve of her bottom.

Her pussy pulsed as she remained still, simply feeling and experiencing. A thousand thoughts at once ran wild in her head. She imagined how she must look with her naked ass raised and with the thermometer jutting from her hole.

Nurse Lovette twisted the device, sending a new flash of sensation racing around Avery’s inner muscles. She spread her legs. Just a fraction wider. And when she did, a gloved finger prodded her pussy opening and slipped inside her channel.

This time, she
did
moan.

“Tell me what you need,” Nurse Lovette said.

Tears squeezed out of the corners of Avery’s eyes. The intensity and speed of how quickly her desire built overwhelmed her. “I need to come.”

She dug her nails into the padding on the sides of the table as the nurse pushed the device in and out with one hand, and worked a finger from the other in and out of her pussy. A vortex of pleasure swirled like a twister inside Avery, rendering her into a mass of quivering flesh suspended on the edge of ecstasy.

Every coherent thought evaporated until only physical sensation existed. Her ass pulsed around the intruding thermometer. Her channel squeezed first one finger then two.

Hard tremors vibrated her body and there was no holding back. A harsh cry tore from her throat as a violent rush of sensation roared through her. She lingered on the relentless waves, floating, giving herself over to this experience, to this twisted lust, with complete abandon.

Moments later, the lubricant was wiped from her bottom and she was gently guided to her back. Eyes still closed, Avery swam in the lull of pleasure ebbing through her as Nurse Lovette lifted her feet into the stirrups.

“Slide your bottom down.”

Avery scooted. Her channel still spasmed as her knees fell open. Without the benefit of the drape over her legs, she knew she must look indecently exposed.

“Open the paper shirt,” Nurse Lovette told her as if she could read Avery’s mind.

Avery revealed her breasts. Her nipples pebbled at the rush of cool air whispering over them. Her gaze locked with Nurse Lovette’s but only for an instant. The woman maintained her dispassionate gaze as she turned her attention to the drawer below Avery’s sprawled legs.

“Have you ever had a vaginal ultrasound before?” she asked. Nurse Lovette produced a thick, white probe as large as a man’s penis.

A warm shiver shook Avery’s shoulders at the thought of that big, slick shaft penetrating her. “No.”

“Just relax,” the nurse said as she positioned the probe and then slid it inside.

Avery couldn’t resist the urge to pinch her own nipples as the instrument invaded her pussy. Thick and hard, it stretched her to exquisite perfection. Just knowing it was an object rather than a human cock set her on fire. It felt so good. So smooth. The taboo nature of her need and desire to feel such an object inside her faded, until there was only this wonderful sensation of something incomparable being done to her. For her own good. Blood pumped hard and fast through her veins.