A VISIT TO MY DOCTOR

Episode 3

“I work afternoons. But if you can get me in very early in the afternoon, and if we kept the meeting brief enough...”
“I need you to be here about 4:30. Is there any way you can get the day off work?”
“I can probably get it off, as long as I ask as soon as I get to work. Let me ask why, please.”
“I just need to speak with you. Can you be here?”
“I will see what I can do.”
“Very good. I will see you Friday then. Goodbye.” I wanted to grill her more on why she needed to see me, but she hung up too soon. My mind raced around the reason she might want to see me. Of course, I thought she might want to see me about possibly getting together. But, that idea seemed too far fetched even in my fantasies. I decided it must have something to do with my test results, but why so near closing time for the clinic?
The next two days were the longest I remember. I told my wife of the follow-up appointment, as I called it. She came up with every conceivable scenario as an answer. I was very glad when the time came to visit Dr. Paul again. My curiosity was burning me up. And I had no trouble getting the day off.
I arrived at the clinic at about 4:25. The receptionist looked confused when I walked up to the desk. “Hi, Glen. What can I help you with?”
“Dr. Paul asked me to come in this afternoon. She needs to speak with me.”
“She didn't say anything to us about it. Do you mind if I ask her?”
“Go ahead. I hope it wasn't a prank call.”
“I'll be right back. Sit down, if you wish.” The receptionist went to the back where Dr. Paul's office was located. In a few minutes, she returned. “Amy will see you in a minute or two.”
“Thank you,” I said. I waited for just a couple minutes when Dr. Paul came out to get me. “What is this about Dr. Paul?” I asked.
“Please call me Amy. We are not that formal here. And you will know in just a couple more minutes.” She lead me to her office and closed the door behind us. “Have a seat.” I sat in a chair across the desk from Amy. “I have some paperwork to finish, so if you don't mind, I will get it done, while you wait.”
“I could have waited out in the lobby. Where I wouldn't be disturbing you.”
“The girls are closing up the clinic and I didn't want you sitting out there alone.” She worked a few more minutes, gathered the paperwork in front of her and set it into a briefcase. As she was closing the case, there was a knock on the door. “Come in,” she said.
One of the nurses, Lindsey was her name, came in. She looked at me with an accusing eye. Then turned back to Amy and asked, “Are you going to be okay? We are leaving now.”
“Yes Lindsey,” she smiled. “Have a great weekend.”
“You too,” Lindsey glared at me one more time and left.
“Okay, now they are gone and the paperwork is done. Now we can talk.” She opened a desk drawer and pulled out an iPad. She turned it on and looked over a couple web pages. When she found what she wanted, she turned it to me and asked, “Is this you?”
I looked at the page she had opened. I saw the name I submitted my stories under. “Yes that is me. How did you find this? And how did you know it was me?”
“My girlfriend reads this stuff. She showed me one story. I want to know, is this story about me?”
I looked at the title, and recognized it as the one I had written about my dream. “Uh…. Hmm….” I tried to stall.
Amy was beginning to look a little irritated. “Is this story about me? My friend said it sounded like me. I tend to agree”
Giving in to my imminent demise, I finally said, “The story is fiction. A fantasy?”
“Is it about me?”
“This is not your name.”
“But it is about me. Isn't it?”
“Yes, Amy. The character is base on what I knew about you.”
“Where did you get the story. It was published the same day of your last appointment.”
“I dreamed it. I wrote it all in one day and submitted it the day before our appointment. The dream seemed so real. I just had to write it. I never thought you would read a story like that.”
“Normally, I wouldn't. My girlfriend does. She likes smut stories. And as I said, she thought this one sounded so much like me.”
“I am guilty as charged,” I said as I bowed my head in shame. “I will take it down, if you wish.”
“No, Honey. I don't want you to take it down. I just wanted you to admit you wrote this story about me.” She paused for a moment. I didn't know what to say. I felt I had crossed a line I shouldn't have. “One good thing… for this minute… The ratings on the story are very high. And it has been read over a hundred thousand times in the two weeks it has been up.”
“So…” I asked. “How did you like the story? They don't say who rates them. Did you even rate it?”
“How did you know so much about me? I mean, my not calling people 'Honey', 'Babe', 'Dear', whatever. There were other things that you said in the story that were dead on. How did you know them?”
“I didn't,” I answered
“Well, it was very well written. You should be proud of it.”
“So you like it.”
“Yes,” she fell silent for a moment. “Will you excuse me for a minute? I need to use the restroom.”
“Sure.”
“Stay here.” She left the office. I looked out in the hall to see it was dimly lit. Everybody was truly gone for the weekend. I felt a little relief that Amy was not mad at me for the story I had written. In short time, she returned and sat back in her chair. “I am going to tell you something, you didn't probably know. It will give you something to chew on, so to speak. I am not married. I am not in a committed relationship. I do have a girlfriend, as you should have already gathered. And it then goes without saying that I am bisexual.”
“I thought you were either bi or gay,” I said.
“My girlfriend, Toni, is also bi. So, she knows where I am coming from, when I notice a man who I think is attractive. Another point… I am not attracted to the conventional… good looking… GQ model stud. My tastes are very often questioned.”
“So what is or are your tastes?” I questioned.
“Let's leave that alone, for now. I will tell you, Toni and I share that attraction. Along with our attraction for each other.”
“Do you date many men?”
“Hardly ever,” she said. “It isn't often I find that special one that can hold my attention long enough to get to the first date. And beyond that, is almost unheard of.”
“I am obviously not your type, whatever that is. So why am I here? Other than to get me to admit I wrote that story. Are you going to give me a lecture on why it can only be my fantasy?”
“Quite the opposite, Honey. You see… I called you in here to…” she stood and walked around the desk and sat on the edge right in front of my face. I took the opportunity to quickly look her up and down. I didn't want to be obvious, but I focused for a split second on her crotch. Did I detect a hint of the womanly scent of musk? And was it my imagination to see the material of her scrubs was moist? She spread her legs slightly, hooked her heels on the legs of my chair and pulled me closer to herself. Made easier of course as the chair was on rollers. I used this as a sign of invitation. I put my hands on her thighs and rubbed them from her knees to near the crease at the junction of her legs and stomach.
“You called me here to…?”
“Honey… That story made me so horny. I have to tell you… Despite that I ask you to lose weight, I find large men, like yourself, very attractive. It goes against all I have learned and am supposed to tell my patients. I have always had an attraction, however irrational most people will call it, for large men. I think you are called a bear?'
“That's what they call us. Or superchubs.”
She chuckled a little then said, “I have had to wear a pantie liner all day. I have been so horny waiting for this moment.”
“And that is why you excused yourself to the restroom?”
“Yes, and to relieve myself. I hope I am not embarrassing you.”
“You? Embarrass me? No I don't think that could be possible. I could embarrass myself, easily.”
“Please don't do that. Hey, would you like to kiss me?” I also took that as an invitation. I stood between Amy's open legs and stepped in as close as I could. I was instantly just an inch or two from this insanely beautiful woman.
“Are you sure you want this? Every second you waste on me is a second you can not get back.”
“Are you pushing me away?” she asked with an almost hurt look on her face.
“No,” I said. “I just want you to be sure.” She put her arms around my neck and pulled me in. I kissed her softly at first. I was still slightly apprehensive. I tried to pull away, but was stopped by the tension in Amy's strong arms. I acquiesced to her advance. I kissed her again, more fully. I decided to throw caution to the wind and let my hands explore her in a more personal manner. My hands moved from her thighs to her butt.

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