"It's half-price margarita night at Tito's," Sandra said, rummaging in her purse as she walked to the front door. "Are you coming?"
"You know it!" Gabby smiled. "I just have to close up, and I'll meet y'all there."
All the girls who worked at the clinic went out for drinks every Friday. It made up for the fact that the job was otherwise boring and repetitive, collecting fluid samples from annoying patients to be sent off for lab work. She'd been looking forward to this all week, and since today's final appointment hadn't shown up, she was now eagerly watching the clock.
"Well, don't take too long. You know how Laura gets with some tequila in her. She'll end up convincing the group to follow her, and we'll end up at either karaoke or Devil's Point again."
"Cast my vote for karaoke," Gabby laughed. "I'm still finding glitter from last time we went to the strip club."
Sandra walked out, and before the door closed, a young man in a button-up shirt and slacks came running in.
"I'm here!" He leaned on the counter, winded. "I made it in time for my appointment."
She frowned at the clock. Technically, the clinic was still open for a few minutes, but any sample would take time to collect and delay her departure. She glanced at the list, to see if he was here for something quick.
"Peter?" She looked up at him to confirm, and caught him peering down the v-neck of her scrub top. He looked away quickly. She mentally cursed, and adjusted herself. This top was too large, and she'd been meaning to replace it.
"Yeah, that's me!"
"Here to provide a semen sample?"
"Um, yes." He looked momentarily awkward, but collected himself, trying to play it cool.
"I'm sorry, sir," she said, standing up and putting on her stern face, "but we just closed. I'm going to have to ask you to reschedule."
She walked to the door, holding it open for him. His face fell.
"Come on, please?" His eyes darted to her name badge. "Gabby, I work across town. The traffic is killer, and my boss will
not
let me leave early to make an appointment without burning a vacation day. Do me a favor."
She hesitated, looking at the clock and dreaming of margaritas.
"I promise, I won't take long!" He blushed as soon as he said it, realizing he'd just told a pretty young nurse that he was going to cum quickly.
She laughed, despite herself, and he relaxed, sensing he'd won her over.
"Fine, if you're quick." She locked the door and walked back around the desk. "Let's get you checked in."
A few minutes later, she'd given him a collection cup and escorted him to the private room. He seemed nervous, but most guys were awkward about semen samples.
She puttered around, shutting down the office and getting ready to leave as soon as he was done.
Time passed, and she realized with a sinking feeling that he was going to be one of those guys who took a while. Honestly, she felt bad for them. The "private room" was basically a restroom just a few steps from the front desk. During the day, patients and nurses were constantly walking back and forth past the door. It would be like trying to jerk off in the middle of an office.
He was actually getting more privacy than most, since she was the only one here. But, judging by the time, he was still struggling to get the job done.
She sighed and drummed her fingernails on the desk.
Eventually, she couldn't take it anymore, and knocked gently on his door.
"Sir? Are you okay in there?"
The lock clicked, and he opened the door enough to poke his head out with a sheepish expression.
"Um, sorry, I'm having a little trouble. Do you have any, like, magazines or anything like that?"
"I'm sorry, we don't. Could you, um, look at something on your phone?" Now it was her turn to blush. Why did she feel so awkward around this guy? She must be picking up on his vibe.
"I can't." He grimaced. "I only have my work phone, and they monitor what we look at."
"Oh, I see." She trailed off.
"Okay, sorry about this. I'll, um, I'll just make it work." He looked mortified, and moved to close the door.
"Wait," she blurted, a bit too loudly. She knew if he closed the door, he would doggedly keep going, no matter how long it took. The other girls would finish their margaritas and move on with their night. She really didn't want to miss out.
"Do you need any assistance?" She winced, wishing she hadn't phrased it like that, but unsure how else to say it. Unsure, honestly, of what exactly she was suggesting.
"Assistance?" He looked confused. "With..." He trailed off, glancing downward momentarily.
"Yeah, with your, um, sample." Before he could react to her shocking suggestion, she started talking quickly. "I know it's not easy! It's awkward to come somewhere like this and do something like that. I bet you're feeling some pressure, since you told me you'd be quick, and now you're all in your head about it, right?"
He nodded slowly.
"So, I just thought, maybe, I could, um, offer some help."
Shit. This was the dumbest thing she'd ever done. It sounded like she was propositioning him. He was going to report her to her boss, and she was going to get fired, and probably blacklisted as a sex pest.
"Fuck, I'm sorry," she stammered, "I don't know what I was..."
"Yes, please," he said quietly.
"What?"
"Some help would be great."
They regarded each other for a moment, then he opened the door for her. His pants were undone, and he had one hand still wrapped around his semi-hard cock.
She walked in, painfully aware that she had no plan for what to do next. She leaned against the sink, arms crossed, biting her lower lip as he closed the door. When he turned around, he looked just as uncertain as she felt.
"How can I--"
"What do you--"
They both started talking, and stopped at the same time.
"Sorry," she said, tucking her hair behind her ear. "This is a little awkward, huh?"
"Yeah." He leaned against the door. "I've, um, never done this before."
"Neither have I!" She was suddenly worried that he thought she joined every man in his position.
"No, I didn't mean you had! I just, um..." He trailed off, and they both laughed at the absurdity of the situation. He ran his hand through his hair, and grinned sheepishly at her.
"Alright," she said, smiling back. "Let's try this again. How can I help?"
"Um," He looked briefly panicked at having to suggest something. "Well, I don't want you to feel like you have to do anything you're uncomfortable with." She nodded, waiting for him to continue. "Maybe, um, you could take your top off?"
"Oh!" She immediately relaxed, realizing that she'd been bracing for him to propose something a lot more intimate. "Sure, I can do that."
She pulled her top off over her head, hung it from a hook on the wall, and leaned back against the sink. Her bra wasn't anything sexy, but even so, he stared hungrily. She felt goose pimples shiver down her arms.
He shared a nervous look with her, then returned his gaze to her chest and started slowly stroking his cock. It had softened during their conversation, but quickly swelled back to life.
She bit her lip. It was always fascinating to watch a guy get hard. He rubbed his thumb repeatedly over his head, pointing it directly at her. Beneath his slacks, he was wearing basic grey boxers, tugged down just enough to reveal a neatly trimmed thatch of dark hair crowning his shaft.
He met her eyes again, and inhaled shakily, clearly astonished by what was happening. He shifted his grip, cock twitching eagerly. His eyes roamed excitedly over her torso, and she found herself growing warm under his gaze.
