Chapter 8
"Connie Lord called this morning," Rita said when he walked into the office. Parker's deep blue eyes surveyed the nurse about whom he had thought almost all weekend.
"Oh? What did she want?"
"She wanted to make an appointment to see you. Says she thinks she has a case of vaginitis."
Parker laughed.
"I don't doubt it."
"How was the party Friday night, and how could you have done that to the girl? I listen to you forever talking about over-indulgence.".
"Hold it! It wasn't I, I assure you!"
Rita raised her eyebrows with disbelief.
"I don't believe you," she said.
Parker leaned over and kissed Rita's cheek softly, a gesture which surprised Rita.
"I don't blame you. Who's my first patient?"
"Mrs. Silverstein."
Parker's eyes rolled back in his head. Mrs. Silverstein was one of his older clients, and she was a first-class hypochondriac. She saw him at least once a month with a variety of ailments, and Parker always saw her.
"Why don't you tell her to see a shrink?" Rita grinned, as he rolled his eyes back in his head.
"That's the first mistake that any good doctor makes with a hypochondriac," Parker said, gravely. "She does need some kind of counseling, but she's also an older woman and therefore prone to a lot of ailments.
"So you check her over before you pat her fanny and tell her to see a head man."
"But you've been doing it regularly at least twice a month now for almost a year."
"So what? I guess my life can't be a bed of roses."
"But almost!" Rita laughed, getting prepare the examining room for the patient of the day.
"Oh, did you give Connie an appointment?"
"Yes, at noon. I figured you could squeeze her in."
"Fine."
Rita, as she prepared the examining room, had a lot of her own to think about. Was she sexually fantasizing about the doctor too much, she wondered. She would have sworn that he was looking at her in an entirely different light.
When she had finished the room, she didn't have much more time for thought until noon.
The mornings were always busy and full.
At noon, she received a phone call from Lola, and buzzed Dr. Evans's office where he was conferring with his last patient before Lola. Said patient was pregnant and berating the doctor for her pregnancy.
"But you gave me the pills."
"Miss Moran, those pills only work when you use them. I have the compact you used last month and you have two pills left over!"
"Well, can't I keep taking them and maybe the baby won't develop?"
"Absolutely not! As it is, I want to do a thorough check-up on you. You have a choice, "I don't doubt it."
"How was the party Friday night, and how could you have done that to the girl? I listen to you forever talking about over-indulgence."
"Hold it! It wasn't I, I assure you!"
Rita raised her eyebrows with disbelief.
"I don't believe you," she said.
Parker leaned over and kissed Rita's cheek softly, a gesture which surprised Rita.
"I don't blame you. Who's my first patient?"
"Mrs. Silverstein."
Parker's eyes rolled back in his head. Mrs. Silverstein was one of his older clients, and she was a first-class hypochondriac. She saw him at least once a month with a variety of ailments, and Parker always saw her.
"Why don't you tell her to see a shrink?" Rita grinned, as he rolled his eyes back in his head.
"That's the first mistake that any good doctor makes with a hypochondriac," Parker said, gravely. "She does need some kind of counseling, but she's also an older woman and therefore prone to a lot of ailments.
"So you check her over before you pat her fanny and tell her to see a head man."
"But you've been doing it regularly at least twice a month now for almost a year."
"So what? I guess my life can't be a bed of roses.
"But almost!" Rita laughed, getting up to prepare the examining room for the first patient of the day.
"Oh, did you give Connie an appointment?"
"Yes, at noon. I figured you could squeeze her in."
"Fine."
Rita, as she prepared the examining room, had a lot of her own to think about. Was she sexually fantasizing about the doctor too much, she wondered. She would have sworn that he was looking at her in an entirely different light.
When she had finished the room, she didn't have much more time for thought until noon.
The mornings were always busy and full.
At noon, she received a phone call from Lola, and buzzed Dr. Evans's office where he was conferring with his last patient before Lola. Said patient was pregnant and berating the doctor for her pregnancy.
"But you gave me the pills."
"Miss Moran, those pills only work when you use them. I have the compact you used last month and you have two pills left over!"
"Well, can't I keep taking them and maybe the baby won't develop?"
"Absolutely not! As it is, I want to do a thorough check-up on you. You have a choice, of course. You can have the baby or you can have an abortion."
Jenny Moran subsided in her seat, mulling over the choices.
"Do you suppose I've ruined the baby taking the pills?"
"We'll do some tests which will tell, but if you're planning to have the baby, don't take any more pills!"
His intercom buzzed.
"Yes?" Paul said.
"Lola Wright is on the phone. She wants to talk to you, and I've put Connie in examining room one."
"Thank you, Rita," Parker said. He punched the lit button, and picked up the phone.
"Hello, Lola, how are you?"
"I need blood tests," Lola said, abruptly.
"Why, Lola?" Parker asked, his blood curdling.
"Because I'm getting married," Lola gasped, breathless with either exciternent or some other emotion.
Parker laughed.
"Fine. Come in any time today and I'll fit you in."
"Aren't you going to congratulate me?"
"Of course!"
"Thanks."
Lola hung up the phone rather abruptly.
Parker felt slightly dizzy as he turned his attention to Jenny Moran. "Well?"
"Maybe I can get this bastard to marry me," she said, grinning slyly.
"Miss Moran, that's not the best way to start a marriage."
"There could be worse ways," Jenny said, rising and holding out her hand to the doctor. "Do you deliver babies?"
"Of course."
"Fine. I'll call you in a day or two and tell you what my decision is."
"Very well. Good luck."
Parker went down the hall to examining room one. Connie was lying under the sheet, looking rather sheepishly at Parker.
"Well, how are you, Connie?"
"I, unh, think I have a case of vaginitis, Doctor," Connie said, her eyes raking the doctor's body lustfully.
For once Parker experienced a strong distaste for the wanton sexuality in his patient's expression. He had other, more important things in mind.
He pulled back the sheet, did a cursory examination of her breast, and then moved down over her belly. Her belly was fine, and he positioned himself at the foot of the examining table.
Using the speculum, he exposed her to his keen eye, and then removed the instrument.
"You have vaginitis, all right. I'll write out a prescription for you."
He started toward the head of the table, to wash his hands at the sink, when Connie's hand brushed across his bulging crotch.
Parker stiffened slightly and backed off. Connie grabbed his hand and held it.
"What happened to you Friday night?" she asked.
Parker did manage a charming smile.
"I might ask you the same question."
"Could we discuss it tonight over dinner and drinks?" she asked.
"No, I'm afraid not tonight. I have an appointment this evening."
"Oh, please," Connie said, her eyes misty as she stared at the handsome doctor. She was aware that she had some bridge-building to do. She had been a little too profligate.
With her free hand she reached over and pulled out Parker's prick. It was hard and hot in her hand, and she smiled.
What she didn't realize was that the hard-on wasn't for her, but for Rita. Parker's manhood had responded the moment he had walked into the office and seen the beautiful nurse sitting at her desk, smiling at him.
"Oh, dear, did I do that?"
"I don't think so," Parker laughed, trying to remove her hand from his pulsating manhood.
Connie didn't take no readily. She was determined to land the handsome doctor, and she gripped harder at the base of his prick. She turned over slightly on her side, and opened her mouth, encasing the doctor's cock head in her hot oral cavity, slightly loosening the grip of her hand at the base of his cock.
That was all the advantage Parker needed. He grasped her wrist tightly, constricting the muscles so that her grip loosened more, and he pulled backward.
His prick pulled out of her mouth with a plopping sound, as she was attempting to suck all of it in.
"Doctor Evans!" she exclaimed, trying to grasp his prick again.
This time, Parker had had enough. He went to the foot of the table, and got out the straps. Before Connie knew what was happening, he had secured her legs in the stirrups, and had bound her arms to the sides of the examining table.
"What are you doing?" she gasped, her eyes widening with disbelief.
"I am tying you up. You women talk a lot about your bodies belonging to you. Well, Miss Lord, my body belongs to me, and enough is enough! I said no, and I meant no!"
"Bullshit!" Connie exclaimed. "You have a hard-on."
"Yes, Miss Lord," Parker explained, softly. "But it's not for you."
"Where are you going?" Connie gasped, raising her head from the examining table to gaze pleadingly after Dr. Evans's retreating figure.
"I'm going to take care of the rest of my patients. You can stay there and think about what I said for a while. I'll come back and release you when I'm sure you know what I'm talking about."
"Ooooh!" Connie gasped, furious that she had got herself into this literal bind.
She struggled with the leather straps but learned soon enough that all she got for her pains were abrasions on her legs and wrists.
She lay back on the examining table to think about what the doctor had said, and to contemplate her rather embarrassing position.
Calling out didn't occur to Connie, and if it had, she would have discounted it. After all, when she stopped to think about it, she had done the sexual aggressing on this occasion, and a simple explanation from Dr. Evans was all that was needed to explain what he had done.
She clenched her fists in her bonds, and wondered how long he would keep her in bondage. Fully determined to get a date with the doctor for that evening, to start her campaign in earnest, she had turned down a date with Paul, and now she was absolutely furious with herself.
Fun was fun, obviously, but the doctor obviously wasn't serious. And to think she had been! It was the first mistake she had ever made With regard to a man, and the knowledge hurt her rather inflated ego sharply.
She struggled a little more, not wanting to live with her thoughts in the quiet examining room.
Parker went out to the reception office.
For a little while, at least, the steady stream of patients had stopped.
Parker went up to the desk, where Rita was labeling slides for the laboratory.
"Rita?"
"Hmm?"
She looked up, her gorgeous blue eyes full on his face. Parker winced at the hard-on, which only got hotter and harder in his pants.
"Would you like to have dinner and drinks with me tonight?"
Inwardly he trembled. For the first time, a negative response from a woman, something he seldom got, meant something to him, and he quailed at the possibility.
It had taken him a whole morning to work up his courage to ask.
Rita smiled and cocked her head curiously to one side.
"Why, yes, I'd love it," she said.
"I realize it's short notice, but. . . "
"Oh, that's all right," Rita said, going back to her work. Suddenly her head shot up.
"Where's Connie?"
Parker grinned at her, his smile somewhat lewd.
"She's, err, slightly tied up at the moment. Don't let anyone use examining room one for a couple of hours."
"Dr. Evans!"
"This time I'm thoroughly justified. She made a rather obscene pass at me and wouldn't take no for an answer."
Rita was now doubly mystified.
"I don't understand," she replied. "Since when did you turn down an opportunity like Connie Lord?"
"I'm sick of playing."
"Oh!" Rita exclaimed.
For the rest of the afternoon, Rita went around in a bemused state. She was afraid to make any judgments on Parker's behavior. She was too afraid that she would, in the service of her wishful thinking, misinterpret Parker's actions in the wrong light.
But Lola, apparently, got as short shrift as
Connie had. He released Connie after two hours, and she left meekly, after accepting the prescription from the doctor.
By the end of the day, Rita was almost beside herself with excitement and curiosity.
When they were closing up the office, Parker asked her where she'd like to go for dinner.
"Anywhere, really."
"No preference?"
Rita shook her head. How could she tell him that anywhere in the world would be good enough for her, as long as she was with him?
He took her to a quiet French restaurant, and the time flew as they talked, easily and well. Familiarity had given them that ease, at least, and Parker was relieved that his shy feeling didn't show in his being tongue-tied.
They walked out of the restaurant, and Parker turned to the lovely Rita.
"Would you care to come to my apartment for a nightcap?" he asked her gallantly.
"Why, Dr. Evans, is that what you really had in mind?" Rita quipped.
Parker smiled at her.
"No."
"I'd love to go to your apartment for a nightcap. It'll be the first time we've fucked together outside your office."
For once in his life, the rough mention of sex caused Dr. Parker to wince. He didn't want the casualness between himself and Rita any more, but Rita was still playing a part. She wasn't sure what Parker had in mind, and she certainly wasn't going to leave herself open for disappointment or rejection.
They walked to Parker's apartment.
"Oh, I like it! But why so big?" Rita asked, when Parker ushered her into his home.
"I got it big enough for a family so I wouldn't have to bother with the hassle of moving. Marriage is a big enough chore."
Rita laughed.
"I can see why you think so!" she declared.
Parker went behind the bar, and poured a drink for himself and for Rita.
"That isn't what I meant. I mean the expense and the time involved in preparing for a wedding. That's not the time to have to look for an apartment. And if we have a baby a year later, why move twice?"
"Oh!" Rita exclaimed, sitting down and accepting the drink which Parker handed to her. "I didn't realize you were that serious about marriage."
"I've always been serious about marriage," Parker said, sitting beside her, and clinking glasses with her. "When I settle down, I intend to settle down."
"Just like that?" Rita asked.
"Just like that!" Parker answered.
"Do you have a special girl in mind."
"I certainly do."
Rita felt her heart plummet to her feet. Her mind moved over the list of patients who were possibilities. There was Lola and she had had a blood test today!
"Anyone I know?"
"I assume so."
Rita put her drink down and snuggled closer to Parker.
Dammit, she thought to herself, if he can fly into the arms of another woman, the least she could do was get her final licks in. The problem was, she felt like crying, when Parker's lips came down and covered hers with a warm, sensual kiss.
She sagged against his chest, surrendering to the pleasure of the kiss. His tongue insinuated itself into her hot oral cavity and she sucked greedily on it, taking note of every breath Parker drew. It might be her last time to appreciate the small things.
The one regret she had was that she had never slept with him.
"Would you care to spend the night?" Parker asked her, his deep blue eyes warmly gazing at her.
Rita smiled and nodded, too afraid to open her mouth, for fear the lump in her throat would melt. It was almost as if Parker had guessed what she was thinking.
She suddenly wondered if he were aware of the long-time affection she had had for him, that strong torch that never seemed to flicker and go out.
Parker stood up and picked Rita up in his arms, bringing her into his bedroom. He laid her gently on the bed, and then began to undress her, kissing her and caressing her as he expertly divested her of her clothing.
Rita writhed under his gently, sensuous hands, and then watched him as he stripped himself.
His powerful body glowed warmly in the dim light from the night table lamp. He lay down beside her, and pulled her lush body against his.
Once again, Rita surrendered to the hot moist kiss which Parker planted on her, soft, ripe lips. She squirmed against his hairy loins rubbing her hungry muff against his pubes, feeling his powerful prick pulsating powerfully against her belly.
She reached between their bodies and grasped his massive manhood, softly caressing it.
She pressed her fingertip against his piss slit, smearing around the drop of pre-come which glistened on the head of his cock.
Parker moved down over her body, and his lips clamped on her right nipple. Rita moaned, and writhed with increasing ardor as she felt Parker's mouth sucking her nipple to a puckered stiff bud, which tingled hotly with desire.
He tongued his way to her left boob, and sucked on the little pink nubbin of flesh which crowned her left tit, until it was as puckered and sensitized as her right nipple.
Then he tongued his way down her belly, until he drove the tip of his tongue into her sensitive navel.
"Oh, fuck me, Parker!" she gasped.
She spread her legs, exposing her passion-swollen pussy meat to Parker's hot gaze.
He crouched between her legs, pressing his cock head against her honeyed sex ditch and thrust inward.
Rita gasped, and arched upward, driving his prick deeper into her well-greased cunt.
She felt the hot devastation of Parker's prick as he lunged inward, planting his fleshy, throbbing stalk to the hilt in her wet, sweet meadow of lust.
He lowered his body against hers, pressing her into the mattress, and he started to move in her, his cock pulling out to the tip, seeming to take forever, and then gliding into her well-buttered little hole.
His strokes were strong, but slow at first, and Rita savored the soft sweetness of the sexual excitement which built in her young ardent loins.
She started to buck her hips upward, her blond maidenhairs meshing against the dark hairs of Parker's pubes.
She felt his balls pressing against her humping quivering ass cheeks as she rose upward, to meet his downward thrust.
His hairy loins stimulated her pussy flesh which pulsated powerfully with her excitement. She felt her clitoris pop out of its fleshy sheath. It seemed to be on fire, and the fires shot through her already overheated body, driving her crazier.
Parker's prick continued to pump in and out of her creaming cunt. Her juices flowed downward, oozing out around Parker's thick cock as he lunged into her over and over again and with increasing frenzy.
Her desirous honey flowed down her ass crack and stained the sheets beneath her undulating ass cheeks.
Parker's prick seemed to lunge inward deeper and deeper, as Rita writhed under his sweating, throbbing torso.
She threw her legs up in the air and wrapped them around Parker's undulating waist, as the sweet passion built and built in her, driving her wilder.
She felt the fiery pin-pricks of passionate pleasure surging through her body, as she locked her legs around Parker's hard-humping waist. He was driving his prick harder and faster into her creaming snatch now, and Rita felt as if her insides were melting, as Parker continued to fuck her, getting wilder and wilder as his own balls swelled with a seething load of come cream.
Rita caressed his back, feeling the fine tremor of passion which gripped his muscles. She moaned against his mouth which again covered hers, and sucked his tongue deeper into her orifice, as his prick ravaged her pussy with increasing fury.
His hairy loins became wet and matted with the thick juices which flowed lavishly from her pussy.
The fleshy abrasion of his prick against her pussy walls raised her temperature to a feverish pitch.
Finally she felt a wild tremor surge through her, and then her cuntal walls closed in rhythmically around Parker's hard-driving dork, as she started to come.
She came wildly, abandoning herself to the intense waves of spastic pleasure which seemed to grip her entire body. If this were goodbye, she wanted it to be the best one she could get.
And she wanted to give the best too.
Her hips gyrated upward, and she mashed her pussy meat hard against his hairy loins, as she came violently, her body wracked with delicious spasms.
At the height of her orgasm, she felt the hot wet kiss of Parker's scum pouring into her overheated twat.
She squealed with the delicious delirium which wreaked havoc with her reason, and her body writhed and humped under Parker's body like a mad woman's.
Her flesh gleamed with a thin patina of sex sweat, and her skin crawled with goose bumps, caused by the powerful pleasure which had taken possession of her.
Parker humped into her over and over again, each inward lunge spewing more of his thick and seething load into her pussy.
Rita's orgasm peaked and then started to fade away slowly. Her ears rang with the impassioned blood which surged through her, and she felt light-headed, actually felt as if her body were as light as air and would float away.
Parker thrust into her one last time, and then his body relaxed on top of Rita's.
She clutched at him with something akin to desperation, savoring the way his heart beat wildly against her right tit, loving the way their flesh was glued together with their sex juices and the heat of their encounter.
Parker caressed Rita's gossamer-fine blond hair, and kissed her face all over, planting little wet marks on her soft, heated flesh.
Rita moaned and felt her juices flowing hotly again. Parker's prick still throbbed, semi-erect in her pussy, and as soon as she started to squirm under his warm body, Parker started to hump in her again.
Once again he brought her to a wild orgasm, and then lay on top of her. Rita had fully intended to stay awake all night, just savoring the closeness which might never be hers again.
But, sated momentarily with Parker's cock, she did fall into a deep and dreamless sleep, Parker's body still partially covering hers like a warm, sexy blanket, his weight pinning her to the earth, while her still excited imagination thought that she might spin off the fiercely-spinning earth into the void of outer space.
And his body was still on top of hers, his warmth permeating her flesh, when she woke up, stretching luxuriously, the following morning.
Parker fucked her again, and they showered together.
Then Parker took her for breakfast. Rita was quiet, but happy.
If she never saw Parker again, at least she had had that wonderful evening with him.
Parker's thoughts were equally agonized.
He didn't know if Rita loved him or not, but he decided he would persist with his courtship until he had some sign one way or the other.
He was risking refusal, but Rita was more than worth the risk. She would break his heart if she refused.