Dr. Daddy's Virgin

Erik Levy was damn hot.

I couldn’t help but adore his new, clean-shaven look. As I looked over again toward him, I saw that he was admiring me, as well. Although he kept a reasonable distance away from me, I felt the sexual power between us.

The grinding electricity of our two bodies in the warm chlorinated water filled the space between us. We wanted to touch. Both of us stopped the urge and controlled our own desires, but we wanted to touch each other.

I wanted to let my hand slide down into the water and feel the soft skin of his hard body. My imagination had my hand sliding into his swim shorts and pulling him out so I could play with him a little. Oh, how he would be so shocked if I just slid under the water and took his hardness in my mouth. Would he be able to keep from moaning out with pleasure? I didn’t think so.

Erik had been at the treatment facility for almost a month. Surely, his body was near explosion simply from the desire that had built up for the days he was celibate. I could be the first woman he was with as a sober man. He’d remember me always. Having sober sex after struggling with addiction was an erotic experience, and I wanted to be the one to share it with Erik.

There had been one man, right after my treatment, but he wasn’t a good lover at all. When my friends told me about their first sober sex experiences, I was greatly disappointed that mine had not been as fulfilling. I even broke up with the guy over it. Although, technically, I shouldn’t have been dating so close to getting out of treatment.

“Let me see your tongue piercing,” Erik said as he turned toward me.

Dutifully, I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out at him. He examined it from where he was and then let his fingers gently touch the metal ball that I had attached to a rod going through the middle of my tongue.

“Yes, it hurt when I got it.” I laughed as I tried to talk with my tongue out.

“That’s not what I was thinking about.”

“What then?”

“Did you get it because some guy wanted you to have it while you gave him head?”

It was the first time anyone had asked me that specific question. Typically, people avoided the sexual reference to the tongue piercing and just concentrated on the pain it must have caused me. But Erik wasn’t just asking if I could give good head with the piercing – he asked if a man had made me do it.

“No, I don’t think a man made me do it. I think I just got it on my own in a drunken stupor. But I really don’t remember.”

“It seems very erotic.”

“I think we should stop this conversation right here,” I said as I moved away from him a little.

The desire I had for him to touch me rushed through my body totally uncontrolled. My chest heaved as I pulled in a deep breath and tried not to think about Erik or what his hands could do to my body.

“You’re trying to behave, aren’t you?” he asked mischievously.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said with a totally fake tone in my voice.

Obviously, I was trying to behave. Every time we were alone together, the sexual tension was huge. I wanted Erik to come home with me to my family’s house. I wanted him to get a break and have a real Christmas, but I didn’t want those things just because I found him incredibly attractive.

And, man oh man, did I find him attractive. My thoughts were stuck on him, especially since he had become nicer and friendlier in recent days. He seemed like a genuinely good guy now and that was even sexier than before. I certainly wasn’t into the whole bad boy thing, at all.

“You do what you need to do, boo.” He laughed and put his arms up on the back of the hot tub.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“I understand if you have to pretend like you don’t like me. I get it. It’s cool.”

Now he was just becoming infuriating. I wasn’t pretending. Okay, maybe I was. But who was he to call me out on it? Erik was the issue here. Him and his romantic touching and seductive eyes. If he would just stay away from me with all of that, then there wouldn’t be any issues, at all.

“Oh, don’t you start with me.”

“I get it. You’re not into good-looking rich guys. It’s cool. Not all girls like the same things. I’m sure I’ll find a girl who’s into me sooner or later.”

He was hamming it up, and as much as I tried not to laugh, I felt myself slipping into a hidden giggle. Then, I started to play along, just for the fun of it. Our conversations flowed so casually that I almost felt like I could do or say anything I wanted. He was funny and easy to get along with and definitely someone I wanted to get to know more.

“Yeah, I’m not

really into guys with money and looks. I prefer men who live at home and don’t necessarily have all of their teeth. I’m sorry, it’s just my thing.”