Raw Medicine (A Medical Romance Short Story) (8 page)

"Now tell me what you
want," I managed to exhale.

"
Fuck me in the ass,
"
Anita sobbed. My God, these girls would do anything I wanted. I pulled out of
her and reached for the bottle of lube on the dresser. Anita writhed against
the edge of the bed as I poured the slick liquid down her cleft, working it
into her tight opening with one finger. I pushed it inside her, watching her
body arch in response. I coated my hand in the stuff and slid two fingers
inside of her, then three. She whined impatiently.

Even if she wasn't the girl I
wanted, this was going to be the hottest sex I'd had in a long while.

I withdrew my fingers and
lubricated my cock, teasing myself a little before pummeling Anita's virgin
asshole. This was going to feel good. I gripped her little ass and pushed myself
inside. She clenched the bed sheets tightly as I plundered her, fucking her
deep with each stroke. I loved the way her little body was impaled around my
cock. It set off a firestorm inside me, and I wanted to watch her do even
nastier things. I closed my eyes again and imagined she was Kyleen, that my
hands were gripping that nice plump ass that she tormented me with every day. I
almost came again.

"Put it in your mouth,"
I demanded. Without saying a word, Anita knelt in front of me and put my cock
in her mouth. She looked up at me with her big dark eyes all the while, until I
came all over her Barbie-doll body.

****

Kyleen

I lifted up the corner of the
blanket ever so slightly and peeked out. I sucked my breath in sharply when I
saw who it was. It was a scruffy-looking boy, maybe only a couple of years
older than I was. He looked like one of the rock climbers, and he was dressed
pretty simply, in a pair of soiled khaki pants and a faded t-shirt. He was
wearing a scuffed and faded backpack, and a pair of dirty flip-flops. If he
hadn't looked so disheveled, I would have thought he was cute. And his body,
lean and tan, was undeniably attractive.

What the hell was he doing in
here?

"Can't believe those fuckers
started charging for showers," he grumbled to himself. The climbers were
notorious for living as cheaply in the park as possible. I didn't know how they
could stand being such penniless bums.

Then he peeled off his ratty
t-shirt and let it drop to the floor. I sucked my breath in sharply. A dirty
climbing bum or not, he was ripped. I gaped at his bronze body for a second, my
eyes drinking in the sight of his muscular figure. His shoulders were broad and
his arms were big and powerful. His leanness was beautiful, and when his torso
twisted sideways to open up the zipper of his pack, I could see the fibers of
his muscles rippling under his bronze skin. I gaped at his abs, and then a
second later he dropped his pants to the floor as well.

I felt a cold wave wash over me.
Now I felt truly naughty watching him.

His legs were just as beautiful
and muscular as the rest of him, and my eyes danced downwards, taking in the
sight of his magnificent thighs and calves.

What a perfect specimen, I
thought. I'd never seen a boy's body look that hot, ever. I almost gasped out
loud when he pulled his boxers off. I caught a forbidden glimpse of his cock
before he walked into the bathroom adjoining our dorm room, and then I heard
the shower turn on.

I pushed the covers off of me,
suddenly feeling even hotter than I had when I was touching myself.

What was I supposed to do? I
wanted to wait and then hide under the covers again, so I could watch him
dress. I liked spying.

I couldn't believe he had just
snuck in here like that, too, and that he was using our shower. The nerve!

I heard the shower turn off, and
I threw the covers over me again. He emerged a second later, humming
contentedly and drying himself with my roommate Claire's towel. Something in
the corner of the room caught his eye, and he whistled.

"Hmmm
..
.
what
do we have here?"

I couldn't quite see what he was
reaching for in the corner, but once I saw what he had picked up, a little
chill washed down my back. He was holding a pair of girl’s panties.

The climber looked at them like
he knew he shouldn't be doing what he was doing. He glanced out the window
quickly to make sure no one was coming.

"Shit," he grumbled to
himself
, "been living in the park too fucking long. I
gotta get laid."

My heart started to beat a little
faster as he ran his fingers over the lace of the panties, examining the stains
on the crotch. And I could see his cock hardening under his boxers, pushing the
fabric forward.

Clearly, both of us needed to get
some. As the realization dawned on me, I started to contemplate pushing the
covers off. What would happen? Would he jump out of the room as quickly as he
could?

But what if we had sex? The
possibility gave me goosebumps all over. Without even thinking, I pulled the
covers off of me and swung my legs down from my bunk.

The look of shock on the
climber's face was priceless. He was frozen in place for a second, and I walked
quickly to the door, barring his exit.

"What are you doing in
here?" I whispered.

Then a cocky little smile began
to pull at the corners of his mouth. "Stealing your shower," he said,
with a shrug. He didn't seem too alarmed that I was blocking the exit. After
all, he could have probably picked me up and moved me out of the way, if he
wanted.

"And my panties?" I
felt my face flush when I said the words. We were practically naked: I was
standing there in my panties and a loose t-shirt, and he was just in his
boxers. He looked at the lacy thong still crumpled up in his hand.

"These aren't yours. They're
a size 2." His hands reached out, tracing along my waist. I closed my eyes
involuntarily, shocked at how bold he was being as his fingertips seared across
my skin. "You look more like a size 6."

I couldn't reply. All I could do
was stand there and breathe, my heart slamming in my chest. He turned me
around, his hands on my hips, and then I felt him pulling my panties down, to
look at the tag.

"Yep. Size 6." Then his
hands circled around again, exploring the bare skin beneath my t-shirt,
climbing higher and higher until they were cupping my breasts.

"Goddamn," he breathed,
his face finding its way into the side of my neck "you smell so
good."

"So do you," I managed
to pant. He did smell good: like peppermint soap, my cheap shampoo, and
something musky and masculine.

Then he lightly bit my neck. I
moaned. His body pushed against mine in response, and I felt his stiff cock jab
against my bare butt. Then he pushed me forward, onto my roommate's bunk. I
rolled over and suddenly he was on top of me, and we were making out furiously.
His lips were soft and warm, and I let my tongue swirl against his deliriously.
He pushed his hips into mine and I gasped, arching my back and wrapping my legs
around him tight. I wanted to feel him inside of me, right then and there.

The boy grabbed a fistful of my
hair and wrenched my head to the side, burying his face against my neck so he
could kiss and bite me again. His hand started to fumble with my panties,
pushing the bottom aside. I plunged my hand down to help him, groping for his
prick.

Then he was suddenly inside me,
filling me up.

"
Oohh
," I
wailed. Then, our limbs intertwined around each other's bodies; I let him fuck
me.

I moaned loudly with each hot
stab, gripping his ass and trying to push him in deeper. The feeling of his
hard body against mine was maddening. I wanted to consume him.

"
Fuck me,
" I
squealed. I wanted to say the dirtiest things that came to mind. "
Fuck
my little pussy harder.
"

He gripped my hair savagely and
began to fuck me hard and fast. The change in rhythm almost sent me over the
edge, and I realized that I was moments away from cumming with a total
stranger.

"
Yeah like that,
"
I managed to gasp. "
Don't stop.
"

"
Yeah?
" He
moaned
,
his voice choked with pleasure. "
Like
that?”

"
Uh huh,
" I
managed to whine. The swell of pleasure rising inside of me had reached a
climax. He kept fucking me just like I wanted, and then my orgasm hit me hard.

When I came to again, feeling the
throbs of pleasure dying away, the stranger was still laying on top of me
holding me close. I realized with a start that he had cum inside of me, and it
was running out of me and into the sheets.

"Mmm," he breathed
contentedly. We kissed again, softly. I looked into his fierce blue eyes and
felt a chill run down my spine.

"What's your name," I
asked.

"Cory."

"I'm Kyleen."

Cory got up, and my eyes followed
him, still devouring his body.

"Wait-" I called,
"are you going?"

"Yeah..." he said
ruefully, running a hand through his shaggy hair. "You don't want me
to?" I shook my head no. Cory returned to the bedside and softly placed a
hand on my body. "I gotta go—I'm using the laundry here, too, and I
gotta get my clothes out before they catch me. But I'll tell you what: I can
take you climbing later. Meet me at the campground parking lot at three if you
want. We'll climb something real easy, at a beautiful crag right down by the
river."

"Okay," I smiled.

Cory dressed and left, and I
threw on a t-shirt and shorts before sprawling on my roommate's bunk again.
What had just happened felt so crazy...who knew what was going to happen later?
Maybe I'd have a summer romance after all. I rolled over, breathing in his
scent from the sheets.

Then I rolled back, and my mood
darkened. Had Cory just fed me some bullshit to escape? He was hot, and I knew
all too well how attractive boys used girls like me. I'd been burned before.

I sighed. Of course, I would head
down to the campground and see if he was there. I couldn't pass up on the
chance to have some excitement this summer.
At least not yet.

Dr.
Clay

I reclined in the chair of my
office. It had been a quiet day so far, with few appointments and no accidents.
I liked quiet summer days like this, when I could just sit outside and watch
the tourists strolling by. Anita had gone home, and as much as I enjoyed
everything we had done together, I was glad to be alone again.

I was looking through my
binoculars at a colorful finch when heard an ambulance siren wailing off in the
distance. I groaned. Hopefully it was nothing serious, just some tourist
falling and spraining his or her ankle or something.
 
I hoped to God it wasn't a climbing
accident. I hated dealing with those.

I rolled up my sleeves and walked
inside. My phone buzzed a few seconds later.

"Hello?"

"Hello, doctor? We got a
girl here. She's hurt, but not bad. We want to bring her in to you."

"Alright. What
happened?"

"Climbing accident. She took
a pretty big fall and hit the ground."

I groaned silently to myself and
rubbed my forehead. "But she's not hurt bad, you said?"

"Affirmative."

“Okay then. Thanks for the heads
up. I’ll see you in a few.”

Shortly after getting off the
phone the ambulance rounded the corner with lights flashing. A forest ranger
and a paramedic hopped out. When I saw the girl in the stretcher, I stood there
stunned for a second.

Kyleen.

She looked a little banged up,
and there was a huge scrape on her leg. There was dirt in her hair and on her
face, like she had hit the ground hard.