Justine
Holy shit, did that really happen?
And…I really woke up here.
Again.
But at least I’m not alone this time.
We’d had sex one more time after the first time before we passed out. I couldn’t spend all day there, but I didn’t have to get to the hospital until noon, and it was not even eight a.m. yet. It didn’t surprise me Zack was still asleep; aside from the cliche jokes about how college “kids” slept in, he was also a biker, a lifestyle that didn’t lend itself to early mornings.
I rolled over and looked at him sleeping, his back turned to me. In some respects, I couldn’t believe I’d slept with him so quickly. Once again, I’d gotten caught up in the euphoria of the moment, and this time, I didn’t even have booze to blame it on!
But at least here, it seemed like—seemed—we were building toward something more than just sex. As good as the sex was—and my God, was it somegoodsex—I wasn’t just interested in that. I wanted something more.
And that Zack was still there, even if he was asleep, was a good sign.
But you did give up to him that easily. One date, and you slept with him already.
What’s the deal, Justine? Are you that desperate for attention? Do you have that much worry about not being able to find someone at your age and with your schedule that—
Zack stirred. He groaned, stretched, and then opened his eyes. He looked at me, smiled, and nodded.
“Hey you,” he said. “What’s up, Doc?”
“Oh, my, God,” I said.
That was such a bad joke. So bad! And yet, I was laughing at it.
“Have you ever had anyone ever say that to you the morning after?”
“No!” I said, laughing some more.
Actually…I didn’t really know what most people said the morning after. Brock had been the only one to so blatantly walk out on me before I could wake up, but it had been so long since I’d had sex…
Being a doctor really drained your social life in more ways than one.
“Well, Doc, you got one now,” he said, pulling me in for a kiss.
Once again, he was hard and stiff, ready to glide in at a moment’s notice. I wasn’t quite there yet, but it wouldn’t take much of him touching me like this before I just exploded in a gush of arousal.
“I’m so flattered you could provide that for me,” I said, giving him another kiss.
“Wait until you see what else I can provide.”
When he kissed me again, I still wasn’tquitethere. But then he kissed me on the neck, a kiss that turned into a nibble, and, yeah, I got there. Once more, he had me so wet I could soak the sheets.
His kisses worked from my neck down to my breasts, down my stomach and to my groin. There was no dancing around, no teasing before more teasing. He just pressed his lips against my clit, kissed, and then worked his tongue all over me.
My legs squeezed so tight around him that I almost worried I was making it impossible to breathe. He didn’t say anything, but my legs so tight, I didn’t know how he could. I closed my eyes and thrashed my body around, completely out of control from what he could do to me.
“Zack, how the fuck…”
I couldn’t even form complete sentences.
And when he looked up at me with those dark, handsome eyes? The eyes that said, “I’m taking you how I like, and no one else can have you?”
Yeah, it was really game over at that point. Nothing I could do or anything else could change this moment. I was in a sea of bliss, and it was just a matter of time before the tsunami wave of orgasm came crashing down.
