Dr. Daniels’ Willing Patient (yeah, that’s me)

It was my third year of college.  I was young, invincible, living on my own away from the watchful eye of family and writing full time- it was bliss…until one day I had the scare of my life.

I was rushing across campus to deliver a zip drive to a colleague at the paper just as the skies opened and the most overpowering rain swallowed everything- including me.  In 3 minutes flat my clothes were drenched through and through, and I was pissed.

I delivered the drive and its contents to Edgar, who’d been waiting patiently for my arrival, and we talked briefly- just to be polite- I was cold as hell, my teeth were chattering, and I could tell that Edgar was trying hard to not stare at my breasts which were accentuated by the sticky wet t-shirt I was wearing- and no bra- a habit that drove my mother to prayer on a regular basis.

I felt something, a noticeable shift happened that I can’t quite describe, and I felt- and saw- a fog moving in…my mind felt jumbled, I heard Edgar say my name, felt him touch my arm, and then- darkness.

**

I woke up in the university’s hospital ER on a gurney with a polite face staring back at me.

“Do you know where you are?” he asked curiously.

“Are you a Doctor or an orderly?” I asked.

“I’m a doctor,” he replied.

“Then I’m in a hospital and not the psych ward,” I said.

He didn’t laugh.

I felt my pants being tugged at and pulled my legs up, clamoring backwards almost falling to the floor.  A nurse stood at the foot of the gurney looking impatient.

“Your clothes are soaked,” she said, “you’re freezing.”

I realized then that I was freezing, my body shivering and teeth loudly chattering against each other.

“Do you remember what happened?” The doctor asked as the nurse reached again for my pant leg.

I pulled my foot back again; irritated that she was trying to strip me- I didn’t care how wet my clothes were, I wasn’t about to bare all.

Then, without warning, the privacy the curtain was pulled back and on the other side stood one of the most beautiful male specimens I had ever seen- I think my mouth fell open just a bit; the brotha was that good looking.

He was about 6′ 3″ compared to my 5′ 6″ frame- deep, caramel brown skin- broad, muscular shoulders and a smile that melted me, dressed business casual and wearing a white jacket and carrying my medical chart.

He held his hand out to me.  “I’m Doctor Daniels,” he said, “how are you feeling?”

“F-f-f-fine,” I said through chattering teeth.

Are you kidding me?

To say I wasn’t looking my best is putting it mildly.  I was a hot mess.  My long black hair was wet and matted to my head, my mascara was smeared down my face, and my clothes were sopping wet- I looked feral, I’m certain of it.

He smiled and briefly touched my shoulder, which made my face flush deep red.  “We’re going to step out so you can change and I’ll be back to talk you in a few minutes,” he said, “I want the nurse to stay with you though, just in case, alright?”

I nodded without a word and the two men left.

About 20 minutes later as I sat on the gurney in a pair of scrubs, Dr. Daniels returned and I took in the sight of him.

He was beautiful, not pretty boy beautiful, but earthy, manly, handsomely beautiful and I was totally befuddled.  I sat with my knees to my chest watching his every move.

“I don’t know if you remember what happened,” he said, “but you blacked out in your office on campus.  Has that ever happened before?”

I shook my head no.

“Do you remember what it felt like?”

“Sort of like, just, I felt like, foggy, I guess.  That’s all I remember.”

He was staring at me and I shifted my weight and looked down.

“Are you eating?” he asked.

“I nodded.”

“Getting 8 hours sleep?”

I laughed, “Yeah, no.  About 5.”

“On any medications?”

“No.”

“What about drugs?”

I shook my head again, blushing.  This fine ass man is asking me if I’m high- great.

“History of blackouts or seizures or anything like that in your family?”

“No.”

As he spoke, he stared at me, his eyes searing into me, as if he could look inside of me, and all the while his expression was one of slight amusement, as if I were a welcome puzzle he would solve.

Dr. Daniels moved closer and asked me to stand and began performing the typical neurological evaluation, testing my strength, reaction time and reflexes.

His voice was still as water, calm- comforting as he issued each request; push against his hand with my left hand, then my right, push my shoulders up against his hands, etc.  He stood just inches in front of me, and I could feel goose bumps spread across my arms.

“I read your piece on salary bonuses for tenured professors,” he said, “I agree it’s absolutely stupid to give them that much money ever year.”

I stepped back, startled, and looked up at him looking down at me.  “What?” I said, “you read that?”  He was referring to my weekly column in the college paper, of which I was assistant editor.

“Of course,” he said, “your writing is brilliant”

“You’re a student?” I asked.

He smiled down at me and nodded.  “In residency,” he said, “and still perfectly qualified to take care of you.  Do you trust me?”

He watched my face, intently, and I opened my mouth to speak, but couldn’t.  A current had just passed between us, and he cleared his throat, as if suddenly aware of what had happened, and then held an index finger up in front of my face.  “Follow my finger with your eyes, without moving your head.”

My eyes followed slowly from left, pause in the middle, to right- back to the middle, up, then down, then back to the middle, then to the left, and then- darkness.

**

I awoke later in a quiet hospital room.  There, at the foot of my bed stood Dr. Daniels.  He smiled and came around to the side, but I could see a level of seriousness in his eyes I’m sure he didn’t think I noticed- as a journalist, I was used to reading seemingly hidden tells.

“You had a seizure,” he said, “a pretty severe one, actually.  We’ve started you on an anti seizure med via IV and we’re going to get some tests done in the morning.”

“The morning?” I asked.  My computer at home was calling me; I could hear it- the newspaper, school work, life…

“We’re admitting you as a precaution,” he said, and then, that soft warm hand touched my shoulder again.  “You don’t want to be at home alone and have a seizure like that.”

With those words- and his eyes- came fear.  What the hell was wrong with me?  My mind went to the worst case.  “Do you think I have a brain tumor?”  As soon as the words left my mouth, I felt embarrassed for asking.

He paused.  “I can’t speculate.  There are a number of things that can cause seizures, including diet or environmental factors.  We’ve already started doing your blood work and you’re going to have an MRI tomorrow.  In the meantime, we should probably call someone for you- roommate, boyfriend, family?”

I shook my head emphatically, “God no,” I said.  “Roommate is out of town for 3 weeks, I don’t have a boyfriend and the last think you want is my family up in here.”

“It’s good to have people around you…“ he pressed, and I shook my head no again.

“Not yet,” I said.  “Not unless it’s bad news, please, half of my family is full of traditional Black women, the other half is traditional Japanese women and you put them all together and it’s Tokyo Story meets The Women of Brewster Place, or better yet, the Color Purple- don’t do it.  I had my tonsils removed in the fifth grade and they took over the entire hospital.”

He laughed and shook his head, “That could be entertaining.”

“You have no idea,” I said sighing.

Just then a loud buzzing filled my ears, my face turned to pins and needles and my jaw went rigid.  Terrified, I grabbed the sleeve of his white coat and felt my fingers lock into place just before my spine arched so hard I thought it would snap, and everything went black again.

**

The night and morning were filled with seizures that the medication had trouble keeping up with.  By mid afternoon I was not just physically exhausted but also loopy from the drugs I was on.  Dr. Daniels’ shift had ended during that time, and I spent most of the day asleep.  It took until late afternoon for the MRI, and by evening I was back in my quiet hospital room in the dark.

Under heavy eyelids I would hear the nurses come in and check on me every hour, but I kept my eyes closed, not wanting to be bothered, not wanting to be reminded of where I was and what was going on.

Again the door opened and I listened as it closed with its familiar ‘click’.   Then I felt it- a warm hand on my shoulder; Dr. Daniels.

I opened my eyes and blinked at him.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

I looked up at him and thought “you have to know how fucking fine you are.  I know this is a little awkward, but do you think you could find time in your busy schedule for a full physical examination? I haven’t had any dick in a WHILE.” Instead of saying all of that, I offered a tired smile, “fine.”

“The full team will talk to you during rounds tomorrow, but, I didn’t want you to have to wait until then,” he said.

He had news, and I suddenly felt very alert.  “What is it?” I asked.

He smiled reassuringly, “no brain tumor.”

Without a warning for him or me, I burst into tears, covering my face.  The wave of relief was overwhelming.

I felt his hand on my head, smoothing over my hair again and again, and he waited patiently as I let my emotions go.  It’s likely, technically he probably shouldn’t have been comforting me in such a tender way, but damn I was deeply appreciative of his bedside manner, and I didn’t care.

“It’s very good news,” he said gently, still touching my hair, “but it’s not an answer, either.  We’re probably going to want to keep you for another 72 hours or for as long as it takes to get this under control and fully evaluated.  You have to be seizure free for at least 72 hours, and it’s your lucky day because I’m starting a 3 day shift, so, you’re stuck with me for a little while.”

Thank you God.

**

If Dr. Fredrick Daniels was not seeing other patients, making rounds or working on charts, he was in my room, talking, watching movies, reading the paper, playing every card game known to man and sometimes just sitting in silence.  The other doctors and nurses assumed that we were friends from school and the time he spent in my room wasn’t questioned.

Not only was he fine as hell, but he was smart, funny, witty, charming and yet subtle all at once.  Every time he flashed his signature smile I cursed our doctor/patient relationship.  I wanted to know what his lips felt like on my body, what his fingers felt like in my hair.  I tried to push the thoughts out of my mind, but it seemed impossible.

Medically I seemed fine and the seizures stopped as quickly as they’d begun.  I was poked, prodded and tested past my patience, but still the doctors found no obvious cause and began to chalk it up to “one of those things”, whatever that meant.

The second night of his shift he sat a few feet from the bed as I read a book and he worked on patient charts.  Within an hour, I’d fallen asleep, and when I awoke, there stood Dr. Daniels.  His hand was midway to my face and he stopped when my eyes opened.

We looked at each other, and he smiled, his eyes still on mine, and then tucked a lock of hair behind my ear.  I was just starting to get used to his touch as a doctor- but this wasn’t professional- I knew it, he knew it, and I felt a wave of heat flood my body.

“Good night,” he said, and left.  I stared at the door for what felt like eternity, my heart racing.

**

By the 3rd night of his shift I was still seizure free, and as such, allowed to walk about without having a nurse by my side.  At about midnight, sick of my room and unable to sleep I set out to wander the halls- I was still being monitored every hour, so I had that much time to be free before I had to return to my room.  I walked the entire floor, which took all of ten minutes, but wasn’t ready to go back to my room, so I went to the closest set of elevators and pushed the “up” button; I figured I’d pick a floor at random and do some exploring.

The bell to the elevator sounded as the doors slid open.

There stood Dr. Daniels, who I hadn’t seen much of that day.

And he smiled that damn smile when he saw me.

I stepped in as we greeted each other.  He was still impeccably dressed, but I could tell he was tired, and a five o’clock shadow was prominent, only making him look even sexier.

As the elevator rose through the hospital an awkward silence fell between us and I felt his eyes on me.

“You headed to the cafeteria?” he asked, clearing his throat.

I shook my head, “Just wandering.”

Silence.

“I’m headed to 6,” he said, “trying to get some rest while it’s quiet downstairs.”

“I thought that floor was closed for construction?”

“It is”, he said nodding, “but there are some patient rooms in the far wing that are finished.”

I peeked at him out of the corner of my eye and found his eyes still on me.  It was as if I could hear his next thought:

Come with me.

The elevator doors opened and he paused, still looking at me, and then walked out.  I followed.

He stayed ahead of me and I maintained my distance as he wound his way through the halls.  I realized that the floor was deserted and smelled of fresh paint and sawdust.  He rounded a final corner and pulled out his keys.

He unlocked a set of double doors, then locked them behind us after we passed through, and we walked down another set of hallways, past empty patient rooms until we reached the last door.  He pushed it open and I moved past him and into the room.

The door closed quietly and he turned and looked at me, letting out a heavy sigh as if he’d been holding his breath.

“Shit,” he muttered, genuinely frustrated, “this makes no common sense,” he said as he closed the distance between us and wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me.

His tongue was warm, soft and damn, the taste was divine.  His hands were firm and the feel of them as he felt down my back and grabbed my ass was perfect- all I could think was I want this man to…

Our lips parted, and we were both breathing hard.  “I could get fired for that kiss,” he said, “but every time I see you…”

“What do you want?” I whispered.

He chuckled and shook his head, “you’re not helping”, he said before I slipped my tongue between his lips and we were swept up in another long kiss.

“This could go so wrong, so many ways,” he said.

“Stop thinking,” I replied.

He smiled and my thighs grew warm, and at the center I felt myself begin to ache.  I leaned into him, my breasts pushing against his chest and began unbuckling his belt as his lips and tongue wandered over and around my neck.

His hands were on my breasts, teasing my nipples as I undid his slacks.  He pushed off his white coat and pulled the drawstring loose on my pants, pushing them down my hips.  He pulled my top off and sunk to his knees, devouring my breasts, his tongue expertly caressing each supple mound as he hooked his fingers into my panties and pulled them down to my knees and then to my ankles, kissing my bare flesh between the tops of my thighs, inhaling my scent.

He slid two fingers under my cunt and pressed gently, anticipating my reaction.  I squirmed, squeezing my thighs and slowly thrust my pelvis down against his hand as he rubbed over my clit, his fingers soon glistening wet.  He touched them to my lips and I opened my mouth willingly, taking them in, sucking and licking as he watched.

His hard shaft eagerly accepted as I wrapped both hands around it and set about a blissful rhythm of pushing and pulling with just the right amount of pressure. The skin was hot, smooth, the head wide and firm, and all I could think was yes, fuck me with this, please.

As if he could hear my thoughts, he stood, lifting me off the floor and carried me to the bed.  “Open your legs,” he said.

I followed his command and he quickly unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it into the corner.  He ran his hand over my breasts, down my stomach and in between my legs, pushing two fingers into me before he bent his head down and covered my sex with mouth.  Within seconds he had my clit between his lips, and my hips lifted off the mattress as I gasped in pleasure.

He took me to the edge of climax, before suddenly releasing me.  I felt his lips kiss their way up my stomach, to both of my nipples, up my neck and to my lips.

I was on fire, positively desperate to feel him inside of me, his thick, strong fingers no longer satisfying.  As if on cue, he pulled them from me and said, “Roll over.”

I moved quickly to my stomach, my head to the side.  He again touched his two fingers to my lips, and again I opened my mouth and took them in, licking, sucking.  He straddled my legs, pushing my thighs together, and I could feel his manhood against my ass.  He ran his finger over my tight, pouty slit and I shuddered at the sensations his touch caused.

He pressed his shaft between my thighs and slowly guided it into my drenched cunt.

“Shiiiit,” he gasped, adjusting his arms as he penetrated higher, my pussy gripping him like a wet, warm velvet glove, his strokes slow and even.

Between frenzied kisses I uttered two words that sent him into overdrive: fuck me.

He was piling into me then, as my body shook and my pussy quivered around his cock.

I could have called him by his name, but it wasn’t nearly as exciting as calling him Doctor.

I let the word slip through my lips and his body responded: fuck me Doctor, oh gawd yes, fuck me.

But then as quickly as we’d begun, the good Doctor suddenly froze.

“What’s the matter?” I hissed, terrified the door to our room would open at any second, exposing our escapade. Then I heard it.

“Fuck!” he said bitterly, kissing my back, “don’t move.”

He was on his feet, moving across the room.  He scooped up his pants and fumbled through them and came up with his pager and checked the screen.

“Fuck!” he said again, grabbed the bedside phone and dialed quickly.  “This is Doctor Daniels,” he said, “yes, okay, I’ll be right there.”

He hung up and kissed me longingly.  “I have to go,” he said, “I’m so sorry.”

I stuck out my bottom lip, pouting and he kissed me again, running his hand over my ass before slapping it firmly, only making me want him more.  He glanced at his watch, “you have to get back to your room,” he said dressing as fast as he could, “you’ve got about 15 minutes before they send a search team.”  He stopped at the door and looked back at me; “We will finish this.”  He pulled on his white coat and was gone.

**

Sleep was impossible for the rest of the night.  I longed for him to come to my room, but no such luck.  The following morning I was discharged.  I looked for him as I left the hospital, even asking a few nurses- turns out his shift had ended and he wouldn’t return until the following week.

Damnit, was all I could think.

I stood outside the hospital, my lungs taking in the fresh air as the autumn sun shone on my face.  I had about a two mile walk to get home, and after being cooped up for so long, I was happy to make the trek on foot.

The small house I rented with a roommate was nestled on a side street on the opposite side of the campus, and I felt a wave of relief as I spotted the roof through the trees.  A hot shower and my bed was all I could think of.  I pushed open the short fence and made my way up the path to the door, and then stopped short.

Sitting on the steps to the house was none other than Dr. Daniels.  My stomach flipped as he stood, smiling.  I returned the grin and let out a nervous laugh as I walked to the door and unlocked it.  We barely made it inside before he was on me, kissing seductively, his hands enveloping every curve of my flesh.

“I’ve been thinking about this all night,” he said as we stripped and let our clothes scatter to the floor.

His cock was in my hands again, and I carefully pleasured every inch before I sunk to my knees and took him between my lips, devilishly licking around the head before taking in as much as I could, sucking eagerly as he grabbed my hair.

I took him deeper still, enjoying the feel of his dick in my mouth until finally he exploded at the back of my throat.  I took a breath in through my nose and drank him down, then sucked and licked him dry before standing, scooping his white doctor’s jacket and pulling it on, my hard nipples poking through the unbuttoned fabric.

“Ohhh, you’re a bad girl,” he said.

I raised an eyebrow and smiled wickedly as I pulled him into the living room and directed him towards the couch, where he sat obediently.  I straddled his lap and kissed him, knowing he could taste himself on my tongue, my pussy throbbing wet.

He slid inside of me and my head fell back, my hands found the back of the couch and I braced myself, rocking on him and quickly losing control…gasping, moaning, gasping again, the feel of him was magnificent.  I slipped my fingers between my open thighs and teased my clit as his mouth worked over each breast, urging each nipple to hardened peaks.  His warm hands were gripping my ass tight and my hips moved faster- he had the dick of a god, it felt that perfect.

His left hand moved across my ass and I felt a finger lightly tease the tight opening, before pushing firmly inside…I moaned loudly, gasping my favorite words: fuck me, yes, fuck me papi…oh harder, fuck me harder, yes, yes, yes! His lips found mine and our tongues crashed together twisting, licking, playing.  I could feel my body begin to shake, feel the control slipping away.

The climax was swift and overpowering, and as my cunt shivered around his cock and the orgasm exploded, I lost whatever sliver of modesty I may have had and told him where to fuck me, how to fuck me…and he obliged; bent over the couch, on the dining room table, against the wall, and finally my bed.

After 3 hours of delicious sex we lay together, sharing an ice cold Gatorade.

“You should get some sleep,” he said finally.

“Are you worried about my frail condition Doctor?” I asked, teasing.

“Nope,” he said, “I just want to make sure you have enough energy for round two.”

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2 Responses to “Dr. Daniels’ Willing Patient (yeah, that’s me)”

  1. Jac October 4, 2009 at 5:28 pm #

    Dear sweet baby…

    Well you know the rest…DAMN DAMN

    Whew ok…let me regain composure…

  2. thecatinthehat June 7, 2010 at 7:21 am #

    well written and thought out stories,

    If “every inch of skin” should be considered the largest sex organ…
    you demonstrate my belief well that the brain is the most important organ.

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