Page 27 of Perfect Mess

Susan frowned as she reviewed the schedule. “Your appointment is at three thirty.”

I smiled and nodded.

Susan looked down at her watch, then back up at me. “It’s only ten thirty.”

“I like to be prompt.”

Susan handed me a clipboard stacked with paperwork. “Have a seat and fill out these forms. You’ll hand them to Dr. Thompson once he comes in. We’ll call you in a few …” Susan looked down at her watch again. “… hours.”

While I was filling out the paperwork, I took peeks at the other patients when they weren’t looking. There was a young couple holding hands, the anxiety clear on their faces. Like they were waiting for some critical life alternating diagnosis. Was it a hangnail or a bunion?

There was a pregnant woman who looked like she was about to explode. Her feet were so swollen she wasn’t wearing shoes, only socks. Maybe a severe case of athlete’s foot.

I don’t know if it was Purrfect waking me up in the middle of the night, the relaxing chair massage, or the three consecutive mimosas, but it wasn’t long before I found myself unable to stifle the yawns. I decided it wouldn’t hurt to rest my eyes. Just a little bit. Just a momentary respite.

* * *

I must have fallen asleep,because when I opened my eyes again, the waiting room was empty and I was alone. Except for Jack.

I saw him standing by the door that led back to the exam rooms. A crisp white doctor’s jacket hung on his shoulders, like a superhero’s cape. A stethoscope hung around his tautly muscled neck. There was a twinkle in his eyes. He looked at me like he had x-ray vision.

“Hello Mary.” I didn’t just hear his voice, I felt it in my bones. “Are you ready to come?” Jack held the door open wide.

Following him on wobbly legs, Jack led me back to an exam room. All the nurses must have already gone home.

Jack motioned to the exam table. “Sit,” he commanded.

I obeyed.

Jack walked over to stand in front of me, looking me over from head to toe. He smiled again, then dropped to his knees, sending my pulse into heart attack territory. “Give me your foot.”

I did.

“I’m going to remove your shoes,” he said. “Then I’m going to need you to spread your legs.”

My head was nodding up and down before I even realized it was moving.

“Is it okay if I touch you now?”

I wanted to tell Jack he could do anything and everything to me, but my voice no longer worked.

Jack gently grasped my ankles, fingers like feathers on my skin. He removed my shoes, prodding muscles and bones and tendons. I closed my eyes as a gasp slipped out of my throat. I could feel his touch working up the inside of my calfs, underneath my dress. My muscles melted in his palms.

Our eyes locked. He flashed that smile again, sending my heartbeat racing. Boiling blood rushed through my body in a torrent.

Jack’s hands smoothed past my calves and then up over my knees, kneading into my quadriceps, cupping the back of my hamstrings. He played the nerves on my thighs like a master violinist performing a symphony.

He moved closer. His body now pressing against mine. I could feel his breath on my inner thigh. See his lips quivering, a hair’s breadth from my skin. Hear the rasp in his throat as he tugged my dress up to my hips.

Just when I felt like I was going to erupt like a Yellowstone geyser dormant for a thousand years, his fingers moved even higher. Teasing. Probing. I felt a finger slip under the edge of my panties, now moist from the inferno which was raging between my legs. His other hand came in behind me, squeezing the flesh of my bottom and pulling me closer to his mouth.

“I want you Mary. I need you. I need you now.” Every muscle pressed against me was hard and pulsing, like a tightly coiled steel spring. “Do you want me Mary?”

“Yes,” I moaned. “Yes Jack, take me. Take me now, please!”

* * *

“Mrs. Burns?”A voice echoed from the darkness. “Mrs. Burns? Are you awake?” I opened my eyes to find a nurse standing over me. She was young, blonde, and pretty. Her name tag said “Kelsey.”

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