Chapter 9
By Thursday, Lola's blood tests had come through and the report was, as Parker suspected, good.
He took Rita out Wednesday night, and then asked her to go dancing with him on Friday night.
In the meantime, he was taking care of the other battleground-the sexual ones comprising him and his patients. At the moment, it was he against the rest of them, and they became increasingly persistent.
If Rita were surprised that he resisted their blandishments where he had never resisted them before, Parker was doubly surprised.
Rita, however, for all Parker's attentions, for all his surprising thoughtfulness, such as bringing her flowers for her desk, and suddenly remembering to pick up a scarf he had heard her mention that she had liked in the window of a boutique close to their office, labored under a false impression.
Parker was going to marry Lola. She was sure of that. He was having one last fling with her "because she was his friend. She admired the diplomacy which he used to fend off the lovelorn ladies who walked into his office.
Fortunately for Parker, they didn't stop coming.
In the meantime, Parker had an interview with one of the city hospitals, and volunteered for clinic duty in one of the teeming programs offered for the less fortunate.
Parker discovered that he loved the work, and he became totally and immediately involved in it.
The following week, Parker got an engraved invitation from Lola, inviting him to her wedding.
Laughing, he brought it out to Rita.
"May I assume that you will accept my invitation to be my guest?" he asked his lovely nurse.
Rita gasped, positively stunned when she saw the invitation to the wedding. She looked at it for a moment, not comprehending, and then she concentrated on the name of Lola's intended.
She looked up at him, shaking slightly, almost white from relief, and some other strange sensation that she was too confused at the moment to acknowledge or define.
"Well?"
"Well, yes, I'd love to go," Rita said. "I can't believe she's getting married!"
"Neither can I, frankly. But, yes, I can imagine it."
"How do you suppose it happened?"
Parker shrugged.
"Do any of us know how anything happens?"
"I'll answer this and post it right away," Rita said.
"What should I get her for a wedding present?" Rita giggled.
"I know what she'd like, but I don't think it's appropriate for a wedding gift."
"Well, think of something else, then," Parker quipped.
"Get her a gift certificate. In spite of all the gifts women get for weddings, there's always something that everyone forgets that she will probably need, or want."
"With her money, I doubt that there's anything she can't have, but it's a good idea."
Four weeks later, Parker and Rita attended Lola's wedding. There were a lot of people there whom Parker knew. By now his work at the clinic was becoming known, and at the wedding, he handed out a lot of cards, which pleased him enormously.
They weren't women looking for a lay but woman, and a few men on behalf of their wives, looking for a good doctor!
At one point, having gone for a drink for himself and Rita, he found her talking with Connie.
"Parker, this is Paul, Connie's boyfriend."
"I met Paul at Connie's party. Nice to see you again," Parker said.
Connie grinned, and slipped her arm through Paul's arm.
"We're living together now. We may be getting married soon," she said, smiling somewhat archly at the doctor who had bound her to his table.
"Congratulations!" Parker said, amused that Connie should go the same route as Lola.
Lenny walked up to the group as they were chatting.
"How'd you get her, Lenny?" Paul asked.
Lenny laughed.
"How'd you get Connie?"
"I did a little convincing, that's all," Paul said. Parker looked at the two men, and began to wonder just how they had nailed the women down. He began to wonder just how it had all happened.
Lenny laughed, and dug an elbow into Paul's side.
"Listen, you know how to keep a woman in line?"
"Dr. Evans does," Rita said slyly. Parker felt a slight flush tinge his handsome face. Connie giggled.
She turned to Rita.
"Yes, I would say, off-hand, that he does," she replied. She turned and winked at Parker. "Good shot, Dr. Evans."
Parker raised an eyebrow, and nodded, too afraid to speak. He took a hefty swig of his drink. Rita was suppressing the laughter that glistened, limpid, in her dewy blue eyes, and Parker got a hard-on just looking at her flushed, happy face.
"Yeah," Lenny said, fixing the good doctor with a keen look, "so I've heard."
Parker almost choked on his drink, but Lenny's face brightened with a broad, lewd smile.
"Well, what's the secret?" Paul asked, putting an arm possessively around Connie, who giggled.
"You tie them down a little and redden their bottoms a little. Then they know who's boss. They come around."
"Well!" Paul said, leering at Connie. Connie and Rita burst out laughing. Parker took another stiff sip of his drink.
The wedding was pleasant, and the reception lasted a long time. Parker and Rita left late, tired and happy.
"Stop at my place?" Parker asked.
"As it happens, I'm prepared," Rita laughed, patting the large pocket book she was carrying. "I seem to spend more time at your place than at my own"
Parker felt his heart plummeting to his feet.
"Well, why don't you just give up your place, and stay with me permanently?" he asked.
He felt a drag on his elbow, as Rita stood stark still on the sidewalk. He turned to see her looking at him, her soft mouth slightly parted.
"What?" she asked.
Parker chucked her under the chin.
"You're catching flies."
"What?" Rita asked.
Parker took a deep breath and started to sweat.
"Will you marry me?" he asked. "What?"
Parker turned and put both his hands on Rita's shoulders, and kissed her still-parted lips, softly. His arms slithered around her back, and he pressed her hard against his throbbing chest.
The kiss deepened, and Rita sagged against his body, feeling his hard, pulsating hard-on against her creaming muff.
Parker broke the kiss.
"Listen, get hold of yourself. That's a once in a lifetime offer, and I don't know if I have the guts to repeat it."
"What?" Rita asked, and then she started to laugh. The laughter turned into happy tears, and she pressed her face against Parker's shoulder.
"Words to remember memorable occasions by," Parker quipped. "Come on, let's go home."
In the elevator, going up to Parker's apartment, Rita looked at him, still awed. "Listen, Parker."
"What?"
Rita giggled, his response was so close an imitation of her dumbfounded responses on the street.
"Are-are you sure this is what you want?"
"What?"
Parker leaned down and gently bit the tip of her straight, small nose.
"Did you really ask me to marry you?" Parker pinched her. "Feel that?"
"Parker, please! I'm all-all upside-down."
"I know, darling. It's so sudden."
"Yes," she gasped.
In the apartment, she sat down rather numbly, staring straight ahead.
"Well for God's sake!" Parker quipped, bringing her a drink. "I asked you to marry me! I didn't mean to traumatize you into a catatonic state."
"I suppose it really wasn't so sudden, after all," Rita said.
"No," Parker replied, sitting beside her, and pulling her against his shoulder, "it wasn't really. You were under my nose all the time, and we just had to get to know each other."
Rita didn't want the drink. She was intoxicated with Parker. She put her drink down, and curled her arms around Parker's neck, looking at him adoringly.
"How would you like to decorate the apartment?" he asked her, kissing her lightly on her lips.
"With babies," she said, biting his lower lip. Parker laughed, and picked her up in his arms, carrying her into the bedroom.
They undressed each other, and fell on the bed, locked tightly in each other's arms.
Parker's hands caressed Rita's body softly. Rita shivered with sexual anticipation. She covered Parker's face with kisses, and then grasped his massive prick, throbbing hotly between their pressed-together bodies.
She moaned when she felt the hot hard rod of his lust.
Parker pushed her over onto her back and Rita spread her legs. Her pink inner petals of flesh flowered outward, glistening with the dew of her desire.
She moaned as she felt Parker pressing his bulbous, mushroom-shaped cock head against her quivering hole.
Unwilling to wait for his thrust, she arched up hungrily, impaling herself on Parker's throbbing, lusty sword.
Parker grunted, and thrust inward, driving his huge hard prick into her teeming twat.
Rita shivered as a mini-orgasm shot through her like hot lightning. She arched upward, driving her swollen muff against his hairy loins.
Her clitoris became inflamed and elongated, sprouting out of its fleshy sheath and adding to the wild welter of sensations which glutted her body with carnal excitement.
Her juices flowed heavily, lubricating
Parker's prick as he started to pump in and out of her cunt, his hard shaft driving her crazy with delight.
She moaned, and bucked upward, her upward thrusts meshing with Parker's downward lunges. The impact of his hairy loins against her sex flesh jarred her body.
Parker lowered himself on top of her sweating flesh. Their bodies were glued together with the moisture and heat of their passion as they writhed and squirmed on each other, taking and giving pleasure.
Parker's mouth covered hers, and he worked his arms under her quivering back and pressed her hard against him.
Rita squirmed against his chest, feeling her breasts flattening out under his weight. Her nipples puckered as she rubbed them against his smooth skin, and they tingled with erotic excitement.
Parker's prick lunged into her over and over again, his hard pulsating rod wreaking a sweet devastation in the depths of her wet and willing womanhood.
She felt the fiery pin-pricks of passion gripping her sex flesh and she moaned against his mouth, biting lightly on his tongue as it raked the roof of her mouth.
Her cuntal walls rippled and her entire body shuddered with pre-orgasmic tension. Her heated flesh became covered with goose bumps and she bucked upward with increasing frenzy, as she felt his prick plunge deeper and deeper into her cunt.
Then her pussy walls began to convulse rhythmically against his hard-driving cock. The convulsions intensified until Rita felt as if she had lost the boundaries of her own flesh.
She pressed herself hard against Parker's body, wanting to bury her flesh in his, losing herself in the wanton, carnal luxury of her orgasm.
At the height of her orgasmic tumult, she felt Parker's prick spewing his thick warm load into her cunt. His juices mixed hotly with hers and swelled the slimy stream of liquid lust which oozed out of her well-stuffed, quivering snatch.
She moaned loudly as she started to come down from the delicious inebriation of passion which had short-circuited her mind and turned her into a writhing, rutting animal.
Parker's prick lunged inward again and again, until he had shot the last of his wad into her teeming twat.
His body relaxed on top of hers, seeming to spread, and he hugged her tightly, intensifying the pulsations of passion which still possessed her body.
She curled her legs around his sweating waist, and tightened the grip of her arms around his neck, caressing his back, savoring the sweetness of togetherness.
Against her tit, she could feel his heart beating strongly, the rate of his pulse slowly gradually, until the two of them had subsided into a wet, warm aftermath of pleasure.
Rita felt as if she hadn't had enough, could never have enough of Parker's magificent prick.
It still lodged in the soggy swamp of her lust, throbbing and semi-erect. She squeezed her pussy walls around it, and looked at him, finally. His eyes still glowed with lust.
"I still don't believe it's happening," she gasped.
Parker smiled and kissed her lips, softly.
"I mean, you could have had any woman you wanted!" she said, getting delirious all over again.
"You are the only woman," he said.
"I thought you wanted Lola."
"I didn't know what I wanted."
"I always knew what I wanted," she said, biting his lower lip, and then tracing the curved line of his lips.
"Did you?"
Parker looked at her with something akin to awe.
Rita nodded happily.
"I loved you the moment I laid eyes on you."
Parker laughed.
"You're a patient woman," he said. "Not at all," she replied. "Just determined."
"I'll have 'to look for another nurse," he replied.
"So soon?"
"I want to get married soon."
"Well, that doesn't mean. . . "
"And I want a family soon! I'm paying a lot of money for the extra space in this apartment!"
Rita smiled.
"And you can interview her," Parker said.
"Do you have someone in mind?"
"There's a young black student nurse at the clinic-real bright, and dedicated. She might be very good in the office. She doesn't put up with shit from no one!"
"Oh, Parker, watch your language."
"I love you."
"Yes, me too," Rita said, her body quivering, as Parker started to move in her again.
Impaled on Parker's cock, feeling his passion overcome her, she abandoned herself to the man she loved.
She arched her hips up, grinding her pussy meat against his hairy loins. His pubic hairs were wet and matted with the honey which flowed lavishly from her pussy.
His cock swelled in her cunt, as he drove his prick in and out of her quivering quim.
She squealed and threw her legs up in the air, wrapping them around Parker's slender, hard-humping waist.
"Oh, Parker, so good!"
"Yes, love," he gasped, his tongue nuzzling her ear. His cock lunged into her more and more deeply, as she surrendered to his wild hot fucking.
She felt her body swelling with the heated waves of passion which swirled through her.
The pleasure which gripped her belly felt like viscid warm waves from some sexy sea. She felt as if her body were going to explode with the sweet agony which gripped her.
Her nipples stiffened once more with carnal excitement, and her flesh seemed to crawl with the lewd delight to which she had abandoned herself.
The fire of passion which possessed her young, ardent loins, spread outward, until she felt as if her insides were melting, oozing out of her cunt, which Parker's prick stuffed so well.
His hard prod drove deeply into her, the throbbing sides of his shaft massaging her itching pussy walls.
She felt her cuntal walls closing in around his hard-driving dork, as his cock head plumbed the depths of her teeming twat.
The fleshy friction of his prick against her sex flesh heightened her temperature until she felt feverish with the wild excitement which surged through her.
It had taken her a long time to get Parker, and she knew as she writhed beneath his body, that she had to take some of the credit for getting his love. She had earned it.
Where other women had used him as a stud, she had always loved and admired him as a person, and it was a person who was making love to her now.
Rita was sensitive to the difference between a friendly fuck and making love. She squirmed hotly under Parker's body, feeling his prick driving deeply into her quivering cunt, feeling his passion flow over her like a wet warm blanket.
She felt light-headed as the excitement built in her, driving her into a more intense delirium than she had experienced before.
Her head seemed to swell, to spin off her body, and she was grateful for Parker's weight, pinning her to the mattress, as he lunged into her like a wild, rutting animal.
Her body felt light, and as she struggled happily in the throes of her approaching orgasm, she had the sensation that she would have floated off the bed.
Parker's massive cock drove deeper and deeper into her cunt, and she felt the first spasms gripping her cunt, which closed in on itself like a soft, sweating fist.
The spasms spread outward, gripping her pussy walls, and then causing her entire body to convulse hotly.
She pressed her head back against the sweat-moist pillow, and her mouth opened in a silent scream of ecstasy as the power of her passion washed over her like a tidal wave.
Her ears rang with the lusty blood which surged through her, and every fiber of her flesh seemed to be possessed with a tingling upheaval which drove her crazy.
Her rational mind shut down, leaving her only with her cunt which seemed to have developed a will of its own and a mind which contained nothing in it but pure pleasure.
Parker's prick swelled in her pussy, and he lunged into her with almost brutal force as he took possession of the woman he loved.
His balls swelled and then contracted as they churned up their seething, heavy load of scum.
Rita squealed as she felt the hot "wet kiss of his gism pouring into her pussy.
The two lovers battered each other's body, driven crazy as they writhed in voluptuous agony.