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Authors: N. A. Alcorn
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Avoiding Amy Jackson
Avoiding Amy Jackson
By N.A. Alcorn
AVOIDING AMY JACKSON
Copyright
2014 N.A. Alcorn
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Dedication
For The Neighbourhood
Your lyrical genius and undeniably melancholic, beautiful, heart-wrenching, soul-shattering music have left me awe-struck and inspired.
P.S. You’re all really wonderful guys, but I’m married, so I think we should just be friends.
Prologue
“Every man loves to hear he has a huge cock.” James
“You ready to head out of here?” I discreetly whisper into Amy’s ear.
She looks up at me with a seductive smile and nods her head.
We currently reside at a table full of physicians and hospital administrators, having just finished dinner after Regency Memorial’s annual golf charity event. I had the pleasure of golfing with a fellow surgeon who has become an extremely close friend of mine since I moved to Charlotte. Trent Hamilton is a trauma surgeon who has temporarily taken over Dr. Grey’s practice. Dr. Grey was injured severely in a car accident several months ago and won’t be able to come back from his medical leave of absence until sometime in October. It’s crazy to say, since I’ve only known Trent for a short time, but he’s good people. I respect him highly as a fellow surgeon.
I really hope Trent chooses to stay in Charlotte permanently, and my gut instincts tell me that his girlfriend Ellen will be a huge factor in this decision. I’d bet a lot of money on the fact that it won’t be too hard to persuade him. Trent and Ellen are kind of perfect together. Their sexual tension is practically palpable. Those two were having an extremely difficult time keeping their hands off of each other at the golf event, and they managed to slip out before dinner even started, visibly ready to head back to his place to get their hands
on
each other.
Assholes.
Today was my first opportunity to hang out with Ellen’s best friend.
Amy Jackson.
A beautiful, sexy, downright hilarious ER nurse at Regency. I’ve met her a few times over the past few months, but today I actually got to spend some time with her. I laid the flirtation and charming banter on heavily.
Real thick.
This woman has more than intrigued my interest and this is not just from a purely gentlemanly perspective.
She’s indulged in copious amounts of alcohol since about noon today, and now, well… the time is past seven. So you can only imagine the kind of state she’s in. Yeah, she’s shitfaced, and I know it’s about time I get her little ass home. Amy is the type of girl who says what she thinks and doesn’t give a fuck about the consequences. This is exactly why I need to get her out of here before she opens her mouth and lets her opinions about Regency’s policies be known to the hospital administrators near our table. There is no doubt that this girl has spunk and sass and enough confidence to bring any man to his knees. I
really
like that about her. I really like a lot of things about her, especially her tenacity and fiery personality.
Amy enjoys a good time—
sometimes too much
—as evidenced by her current state. I’ve found that when you work in an area of the medical field like the emergency room, you tend to play harder than most. The stress of adrenaline-rushing situations can wear on you, and sometimes—or in Amy’s case, a lot of times—you might indulge. I can relate to this. I’m a former Marine who has completed several tours in Iraq. And believe me, I’ve had my share of indulgent nights—far too many to count.
I’ve found that the drunker Amy gets, the louder Amy gets…and apparently the hornier she gets, too. She’s brushed her fingers along my crotch underneath the white linen table cloth more times than I can count. She’s now gazing at me with pure sexual wantonness written all over face.
Fuck.
Don’t get me wrong, I want Amy. I mean,
I really want Amy
, but I just can’t get past the fact that she’s far too intoxicated. I don’t want our first time together to be something she doesn’t remember—or in the worst-case scenario, regret. I don’t want Amy to have any regrets once I get her naked and in my bed. I only want one reaction after that momentous occasion—her on her knees, desperate for more. When I get Amy naked for the first time,
which
will happen
, I will make it a night that she will never forget. But unfortunately for me, tonight is not that night. I prefer my sexual partners to be sober participants. Shitfaced and slurred speech are not qualities my cock enjoys. And Amy, well… She’s actually a little of both of those right now.
She’s still hot as fuck and I’m hard with every seductive glance she slides my way. Actually, I should clarify that I’m turned on every time she
attempts
at being seductive. She’s drunk and a little sloppy, so her seduction techniques aren’t exactly up to par at the moment, but her brazen motives, fantastic tits, and curvy ass are really helping to offset this. And her legs—oh my, the long, perfect legs on this girl… they drive me wild. If there is one quality that I can appreciate the most, it’s a nice set of legs, and Amy has these in spades. Despite the fact that I’m still undeniably attracted to Amy and practically drooling at the mere idea of sliding inside of her, I refuse to be that guy. The guy who gets his date drunk so he can ensure that his cock gets action at the end of the night. That kind of guy is a fucking asshole. I hate guys like that. And I am most definitely
not that guy.
I have morals and consider myself a gentleman for the most part, but I’ve also had my fair share of one-night stands that were purely motivated by the attractiveness of the opposite sex…or fantastic legs. Yeah, those will definitely get me every time. It’s a sad, sad day when a man has to pass up an opportunity to get his hands on a pair of amazing legs or perfect tits, and I’m well aware that tonight may be one of those unfortunate days.
I wouldn’t say I’m not a relationship kind of guy. I’ve just been a guy who hasn’t really had time for a relationship. I’m a former Marine and currently an orthopedic surgeon. My life has been in warp speed since I graduated high school. Boot camp, several tours in Iraq, college, medical school, and then my surgical residency. And now, here I am, at the ripe old age of thirty-five, finally able to settle down in one place. I feel like I can actually breathe, actually appreciate this much slower pace. To say my life is in slow motion would be a lie. I’m busy nearly sixteen hours a day at least five days a week. I run my own practice just outside of Charlotte, North Carolina, and find myself in the OR at Regency Medical Center nearly every day during the week. I’m busy, but just busy enough. I still have time for myself, time to enjoy my life.
Amy’s speech is visibly slurred as she engages in a conversation with one of Regency’s board of directors. I really need to get her out of here,
like two hours ago
. I pull the wine glass from her hand and give her my most convincing smile. “I’m ready to get you home, doll.” I wink at her and set her wine glass on the other side of me, far out of her reach.
“I’m ready for you to
take me
…home.”
Her mind is on a one-way track, straight into my pants. I like this train of thought, but it’s just ill-fated that it will be wasted tonight. I’m more than hard at the thought of Amy naked, but the only thing that stands in the way of this glorious occasion is the copious amounts of alcohol she managed to consume tonight…today…
all god damn day.
I want to have sex with Amy tonight, but I know this would be an extremely terrible idea.
Or awesome…
No. Terrible. Idea
.
This cannot happen. No matter how much she begs. I don’t consider myself a religious man, but please, God, let her pass out on the drive home. I will just tuck her into bed, let her sleep off the booze, and hopefully she’ll wake up with the same train of thought…to get into my pants.
I wrap my arm around her shoulder and lead her out into the parking lot. The last drop of alcohol I had was over four hours ago so I’m more than okay to get us home safely. I open the passenger door of my SUV and start to help her inside, but she attacks my face like a mad woman. She sucks and bites and slips her tongue past my lips. I immediately taste the combination of red wine and strawberry gloss on her lips; it’s undeniably delicious and has me relinquishing into the kiss. I kiss her back, despite the warning bells that ring loudly in my head.
Stop.
Her tongue licks inside my mouth, tasting every inch of me.
Stop.
Amy’s breath hitches and her hand slides down my chest, past my stomach, and her fingers are dancing along the waistband of my pants.
STOP.
I grip her shoulders tightly and lean away from her mouth. She looks up at me underneath her thick lashes with unadulterated desire present in her eyes.
“Let’s get you home, sweetheart.” I gently peck her lips and slide the seatbelt over her lap, clicking it in place.
“Hell yeah! Let’s get me home so you can slide that big cock inside of me!” She yells out into the parking lot before I shut the passenger door.
Dear God, this will be harder than I thought.
I shake my head and chuckle a little at her drunken outburst as I walk around the back of my SUV. I hop in the driver’s seat, start the engine, and head out onto the main road. We’ve got about an hour drive until we reach her apartment. I’m more than thankful that Ellen was kind enough to text me the address before she and Trent bailed for the night. At this point in the game, Amy would either not remember her own address or refuse to tell me so that I would end up taking her back to my place. Not happening. No way, no how. I can’t resist the temptation of a drunken Amy, naked and seductively strutting around my apartment. I’m a gentleman, but not a fucking saint.
We’re about twenty minutes into our drive and Amy has the window rolled down. Her shoes are off and her feet rest comfortably on the edge of the door. She continues to hog my music selections as she loudly sings along to some chick song. I glance over at her with silent hope that her eyes look tired or her lips release an occasional yawn, but no. Amy continues to get more energy.
