I is for Ian

And how much a part of me, deep inside, liked it.

18

IAN

As the door shut in front of me, I wasn’t sure what I said or did for the time I was standing there staring at the door. All I knew was that the image of Mina Davis in her underwear, bathed in blue light, her eyes staring into my own, would be burned into my subconscious for quite some time.

I stumbled away toward the next door, and when I opened it realized how massive a mistake I had made. The second door opened up to a small but cozy office space, another door behind it leading to what looked like a tiny bedroom. It was essentially a miniature version of what we had built on the fourth floor.

Walking in, I took note of how nice this area was. There was a desk with papers neatly arranged and bookshelves behind it, taking up a corner and rising to the ceiling. Medical books sat on one side, taking up an entire wall and seeming to cover every conceivable ailment and illness. The other side had what looked like nonfiction books on top, a number of biographies of notable people and historical books, and fiction on the bottom. Curiously, it looked like Dr. Sutton was a fan of fantasy and humor novels, mostly Vonnegut and Pratchett, which I recognized immediately. They had been some of my favorite authors too.

I made a mental note to bring that up with him later and went further into the office. An easel was set up with a blank canvas by a window, a wooden box that I assumed paints and brushes lived in beside it. The window overlooked the mountains going east toward North Carolina and Virginia and was mostly frosted over. In the distance, mountains sprung up, and snow covered everything visible.

Further into the room was the door to the bedroom, and as I poked it open, my phone dinged. Frankly, I was surprised it was still working with the weather as it was, and I pulled it out to check. It was a text from Carl. It simply said that he was up already and going to be up most of the morning. He had fallen asleep hours earlier, right after Dr. Sutton had told us about the bed, and had apparently woken up before I came in. We had talked about it earlier, with both of us thinking that it might make more sense for one of us to be awake all night in case there was a way one of us could get snow shoveled and help people get out in the middle of the night. I took the night shift to let Carl get some rest.

Now as dawn was close, it was my turn to rest, and I was glad to get to a shower first.

Shoving the phone back in my pocket, I tossed the bag down on the bed and saw that Carl had slept on the cot instead. The bed was queen-sized and looked comfortable. It was going to be delightful to get some rest. I had been up a long time.

But first, the shower. I turned on the water and got it going pretty hot while I disrobed. As soon as my pants were off and I was standing in the bathroom in just my underwear, my mind flashed to the image of Mina, bathed in blue light. My cock hardened, and I groaned to myself. I locked the door behind me and slid out of the boxers before climbing in under the water.

I tried to do everything I could to keep from thinking about her while I showered. I took my time focusing on washing my hair with the tiny travel shampoo I’d bought at a dollar store and using the bar of soap that I’d thankfully brought with me so I wouldn’t have to use hotel soap. But it was no use. The image of her tight body was almost too much to handle. I could imagine what the rest of her looked like. I could almost see it.

Fully soaped up and hard, I sighed and wrapped my hand around the base of my cock. I stroked and closed my eyes. The way her breasts swelled was foremost in my mind’s eye, followed by the dip between her thighs. The way the tight cotton underwear clung to her core, showing the shape of her pussy. I could imagine what it looked like bare.

I let myself sink into the sensation of stroking my cock and my mind wander to a fantasy. She was right next door. I knew that. She could probably even hear the water running in the shower. What if she was as turned on as I was? What if she threw caution to the wind and decided to come join me? I let my mind fill with the idea, and I smiled.