Page 6 of Caleb
“Why didn’t you tell me you’re studying to be a doctor?”
“Because I’m not,” she says, talking to me from over her shoulder. Bent over. Her delicious, wide ass sticking up in the air. Begging for me to reach forward and grind my cock against her opening.
“So what’s with all the textbooks?” I manage, finding my way over to a chair. I need to sit down soon otherwise she’s gonna notice the big pants tent I'm rocking.
She turns around, her books held tight to her breasts. “A nurse,” she says. “I want to be a nurse.”
“Normally when a person's studying medicine, it’s the first thing they talk to me about.”
“Well,” she says, “believe it or not, I had bigger things on my mind yesterday. Like my brother all drugged up and injured in a hospital bed, and the fact I’d just been canned from my job.”
“You got fired?” I ask.
“Uh-huh,” she says. “My manager, he’s been looking for a reason to get rid of me for ages. I guess this was the final straw.”
I’m about to say something about how that’s not fair. How her manager sounds like a major league doofus. But she stomps out the room with her books, leaving me sitting in my chair with a coffee in one hand, my mouth wide open, and a flagpole between my legs.
She comes back in with a couple of plates of pie and hands me one.
By this time, I’ve managed to close my mouth. But the boner’s still there.
I put the coffee on the little table to the side of the chair and take a bite of pie. She looks at me expectantly as I chew.
“Delicious,” I smile. “That might be just about the best damn pie I’ve ever tasted.”
She positively beams at my words. Her whole facing lights up like I’ve just told he she’s won the lottery. “You mean that?” she asks. “You ain't just saying that to be polite?”
“This pie could solve world peace.”
“It was my momma’s recipe,” she says, her voice thick and raw and full of memories. “She always did love to bake. It’s why I still do it. Just the smell of a pie makes me think of her. Puts a smile on my face. You know?”
“A pie like this would put a smile on anyone’s face. But yes, I know what you mean. My mom, she passed away a few years ago. She loved those stupid game shows you see on TV. You know the ones. Jeopardy. Who Wants To Be A Millionaire. Anything about trivia with prize giveaways. Now, whenever I see one of those shows, I always think of her. How she’d sit there shouting out the answers with her feet up and a twinkle in her eye.”
For a moment, we just sit in silence. The weight of our pasts heavy in the room.
I take another bite of pie and let out a deep sigh. It’s been a while since I’ve eaten anything this good. What with working long shifts at the hospital, I eat most of my food in the cafeteria. And let’s just say, it’s lucky a lot of our patients are under heavy medication... because you’d need to be to enjoy the stuff they serve.
“Look,” I lean forward with my elbows on my knees. “I’d prefer it if you didn’t mention me coming around here to anyone.”
“You mean… like, it’s our little secret?”
“I guess.” I put the empty plate next to my coffee cup and then pick up my drink. “I don’t want to sound too melodramatic, but I really shouldn’t be here. If the hospital found out, I could get in a lot of trouble. Maybe even lose my job. We’re not meant to treat patients outside of the hospital.”
She chews on her lips for a second with her eyes lowered. Then lifts her head up a bit and looks at me. “So, why did you come?” she asks. “I mean, if it could get you in so much trouble? Why are you here?”
I clear my throat. I want to tell her it’s because I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her since the moment I set eyes on her. How every waking moment - and every non-waking moment, too - I’ve been picturing her. In my arms. Locked together in the throes of passion. But something holds me back. “Jake,” I say, “I guess I just wanted to come by and see how he was getting on. Make sure that head injury wasn’t worse than it looks.”
“Oh.” She stands up and takes my plate. “That’s really kind of you, Dr. Caleb.”
She walks back into the kitchen with the dirty dishes, and I find myself following close behind. Watching her ass swing from side to side like a sexy-as-hell metronome I want to sink my cock into.
She puts the dishes in the sink and turns back towards me. “I guess you better be going then,” she says.
“Naomi,” I say, stepping closer. My heart's beating so fast I’m surprised it doesn’t pop right out my chest. “Jake’s not the only reason I’m here.”
She looks at the bulge in my pants. Her tongue licks across her lips. “And what’s the other reason, Dr. Caleb?”
“You.”
