Sweet Satisfaction

I lay back on the bed. The scotch was making my head fuzzy, and the exhaustion of being sucked off like that was enough to knock me out. She was good .

“Want me to do it again?” she purred .

“No, you can go .”

“What?” She sounded alarmed .

“Yeah, we’re done.” I barely opened my eyes to look at her while she fastened the costume back together .

“But I thought you’d want to fuck.” Her disappointment was clear. Her hand slid over my cock, still wet from her mouth. It had a mind of its own as it started to grow hard again as she rubbed over the silky skin. “I was told I couldn’t leave until you were completely happy .”

I looked at her pouty lips and the lust in her eyes. This was my present, after all. Who was I to turn her down ?

“Do you know what you’re getting into, sweetheart?” I looked at her sternly .

She nodded. “I know you’re into dirty stuff .”

“And who told you that ?”

She shrugged. “It’s true, isn’t it? Shouldn’t matter as long as I like it too, right ?”

The girl had a point. I thought I was too exhausted and maybe a little too satisfied, but she had my dick hard again, and I wasn’t going to be able to sleep like that .

“Get on the bed,” I ordered, pulling my T-shirt over my head .

She started to unbutton her costume again. “No, leave it on.” I looked at the lacy garters running from her ass down her thighs. “I’ve never fucked a nurse.” I bit on my lip .

She climbed toward me .

“I want you on all fours .”

She did as I asked. I ran my hand over her bottom, shoving the edge of the uniform out of the way. I snapped the garter, making it pop against her ass .

“Ow,” she moaned, but she stayed in position .

“You sure?” I asked again .

She nodded. “Oh yeah, I said I like dirty .”

I grinned, knowing this little nurse had no idea what she was in for .

Two

Lennon

I looked up at the glass building. Ten floors of sickness, life, death, research, and wellness loomed in front of me. I had only been in San Antonio a month, but this wasn’t the first time I questioned why I had moved here .

The hospital had everything I said I wanted in a program. I could practice medicine, I could oversee long-term patient care, and I could be involved in the research that had always been my passion. But every time I walked through those doors, I felt lonely .

I was the new kid. The rookie doctor who finally had the training wheels off. The one who didn’t know her way around San Antonio, and still didn’t know if she was ready to move out of temporary housing into a permanent apartment .

I liked the city, but it wasn’t home yet. I still felt like a tourist who marveled at the Alamo, or thought about going to Sea World on a free day off. I couldn’t bring myself to accept that my life was here now, not D.C .

When I moved, I wanted to leave behind my failed relationship and all the m

emories that came with it. But the harder I tried to forget Ben, the more he was a part of what I was doing here. I questioned everything, and that simply wasn’t me .

There was more uncertainty in my life now than there had ever been .