Doctor's Visit

Rick smiled down at his phone as the voices of his classmates served as a dull background noise. The open messaging app displayed the long conversation he was having with a certain someone. Their picture was just a white A with a blue background, since the stunning doctor refused to send him a selfie. She sent him an article that she was discussing earlier, something about genetics.

/Lexi ❤️ - Yeah, this doctor is a bit of an ass, but he has some interesting theories that he's trying to push through the genetics community. 2:40 PM/

/Me - lol, do you know him? 2:40 PM/

/Lexi ❤️ - I attended one of his lectures during a conference. He tried to pick me up afterwards, he was a bit of a pig. 2:42 PM/

/Me - LMAO, it nice of you to compliment his work when he's a creep, 2:43 PM/

/Lexi ❤️ - His ideas are solid, him thinking with his dick while he's around me doesn't change that. 2:44 PM/

/Me - then what does that make me? ( ◉_◉ ) - 2:45 PM/

/Lexi ❤️ - Hmm, a walking sperm bank? - 2:45 PM/

/Me - WOW, shots fired. Then what should I call you? The primary stakeholder?? The first withdrawal? - 2:46 PM/

Rick grinned down at the phone, watching as the bubble that indicated Alex was typing something popped up and disappeared several times.

/Lexi ❤️ - I thought we weren't going to talk about that anymore... - 2:48 PM/

Rick had gotten used to texting Alex over the last few months, knowing her usual mannerisms. He could practically see the blush on her face as she held her phone in her hand and recalled her drinking his cum. It had been the shock of his life, and the source of many late night jerking sessions. He popped his head back into the room to ask a question about his insurance when he saw her blushing and drinking the filled cylinder down. As long as he had that memory with him, he didn't think he could ever suffer from erectile dysfunction again.

/Me - you started it (◕‿◕✿) - 2:49 PM/

/Lexi ❤️ - Real mature... Fine, you win. - 2:50 PM/

/Lexi ❤️ - Got to go, got a patient. Talk to youu later - 2:51 PM/

Rick smiled at the typo. She only ever made typos when she was rushing through a text. She probably did have a patient. She wasn't the type to run when she was on the defensive. Rick turned his phone off and waited for the final class of the year to end. The teacher didn't really bother with anything today, just throwing on a movie and reading a book. It was their senior year, so no one gave a single shit about the last day of school. While he had more or less stopped talking to his school friends, he didn't feel bad at all. He got a few noncommittal apologies from his robotics buddies when he cut them off, but he didn't really care. He had his sights on the engineering program at the City university. He followed Alex's advice, and he had found that there was a robotics club. A few quick searches of the staff directory showed that the professor heading the club was deeply involved in the engineering program.

Alex told him that it was a great chance to make connections. She said that connections were almost more important than a degree, but she really emphasized that she wanted him to go to college. They had been texting back and forth for a while, and he could safely say that he considered her his closest friend. Even before his embarrassing accident, he never texted his old friends this much. Alex seemed unbothered by the messaging, commonly airing her own topics and annoyances with work to him. It made him feel less like he was relying on the beautiful doctor and more just chatting with a friend. A friend that he desperately wanted to hold and kiss again. He was far too much of a chicken shit to go over to her house, so he satisfied himself with talking to her and jerking off alot. He knew her schedule by heart, as she wasn't shy in sharing it with him, but he could never muster up the courage to drive to her address.

Hearing the bell, he stood up as his classmates all began to cheer. The teacher stood up from the desk, loudly yelling at the unruly students to quiet down. The old man's words did little to quell everyone's enthusiasm as they fought to be the first to leave the classroom. Rick was swept up in the atmosphere, his yells joining his classmates as he ran out to the hall. People pushed and shoved each other as they cleaned out their lockers. Rick already cleaned his the day prior, another piece of advice from his best friend. He waited off to the side as most of the savage student population ran for the hills for freedom, laughing to himself as he left the now quiet building to go to his car.

"Hey! Limp Dick Rick!" Rick's enthusiasm was swallowed up by the black hole that formed in his stomach. The jeering voice of Max was a very unwelcome addition to his day and he just ignored it as he kept walking. His hopes of being left alone were dashed as he heard the man jog up to him, placing his hand on his shoulder.

"What's wrong, little buddy? Didn't hear me?" The hand gripped his shoulder, forcing him to turn around and face the taller man. His entourage wasn't far behind him, and Rick forced himself to avoid looking at Jenny. This group of delinquents were her friends and he should have known asking Jenny out was a bad idea for that reason alone. However, she was pretty, single, and in his robotics class, so his stupid teenager brain didn't process the obvious danger. Max was their unofficial leader, his personality was strong and abrasive. He drew people in with his rude jokes and confident charisma. Rick focused very hard on not looking at the other senior holding Jenny's hand as Max started talking again.

"I heard that you're going to college, Ricky. Congrats, it must have been hard to consider higher education with your illness." Max frowned, wrapping his arm around Rick's shoulder like he was sad the shorter man had a terminal illness. Rick grit his teeth, but he didn't say anything because he didn't want to provoke him. The sooner he could leave, the better. Max wiped a fake tear, sniffing as he released him.

"Cheer up, Limpy Ricky. If you pull the dildo out of your ass, I'm sure you can learn that it makes girls happy too!" Max smiled widely as he laughed at his own joke. The chorus of other people laughing really caused the bullying to sink in. Rick frowned, trying to keep his calm as he looked at Jenny. She thankfully wasn't laughing, but she didn't look at him and she didn't try to stop Max's words. Rick couldn't help the angry 'Ttch' that left his mouth as he turned away from Max. He only managed a few steps away when he was shoved. Rick was forced forward, taking unbalanced steps as he tried to not fall on his face. Rick barely managed to keep his footing, but he had to turn around to avoid another push from Max. He looked angry, the taller boy bending down to look Rick in the eyes.

"What? Are you getting pissed? Losing patience because you can't get your rocks off? Hell, I would be pissed too. Just remember that your trash, Rick. And trash shouldn't get mad at its betters." Max held his head high as he glared down at Rick, practically begging for him to get mad. Rick knew he should walk away, he knew that nothing good could come from engaging. However, he knew that the asshole named Max had always gotten away with everything, and he didn't want to end highschool without at least one jab at the bully.

"Fuck off Max, I would have gotten off with your mother, but she was too busy being fucking dead." The momentary look of shock on Max's face was great. The look of rage and the fist flying towards him wasn't. Rick woke up on the ground when a kick collided with his stomach. He groaned, his hand coming up to his face as he felt the blinding pain. Another kick made him gag, almost vomiting up his lunch. Max was fuming, staring down at him. Rick didn't look away, flipping him off with the hand holding his face. A look of blind fury was all he got before the strongest kick yet collided with his stomach. Rick turned his head, vomiting on the ground as he writhed from the pain. Max kicked him again, causing him to reflexively inhale. Rick choked on his own vomit, gasping and coughing on the ground as he rolled over to protect himself from the kicks. As Max was about to line a kick up with his head, Jenny stopped him.

"Just leave him alone, Max! He's done talking shit!" Rick dimly heard the conversation above him, expecting another kick. He instead felt a glob of spit on his shoulder before he heard them walk away. Rick laid there for a while, trying to muster up the will to stand. With a breath, he pushed himself up. He cried out from the pain in his stomach, his muscles cramping as he forced himself to stand. He swayed on his feet for a moment, but righted himself before walking to his car.

The drive home was silent, he didn't turn the radio on. The walk up to his house was silent, he wasn't talking to himself through his problems and worries. The inside of the house was silent, his parents were gone as usual.

Rick sat on his bed, holding his stomach. He lifted the shirt, observing the large bruise that was slowly turning purple. He stared at the wall in silence, wondering if he should cry or scream or punch something. His deafeningly silent thoughts were interrupted when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He grabbed it out, looking at the screen.

/Lexi ❤️ - I'm back, people really need to clean themselves better. Ew. Glad today is over - 3:58 PM/

/Lexi ❤️ - I've changed your name on my phone in protest. This protest will continue until you forget the end of that day. - 4:00 PM/

Rick stared at his phone for what felt like forever, a small smile covering his face as some of that silence gave way. Seeing that time was passing normally, he realized that he was just lost in his own head. He let out a long sigh, typing on the screen.

/Me - Can I come over? - 4:12 PM/

/Lexi ❤️ - No problem, are you okay? - 4:13 PM/

Rick automatically typed 'no' into the message box. Staring at it for a moment, he deleted the message.

/Me - ya, im just bored lol - 4:15 PM/

/Lexi ❤️ - Alright. I'm surprised you didn't take me up on my offer sooner, lover boy. - 4:16 PM/

/Lexi ❤️ - By the way, 'Lover boy' isn't the name change. That would be too good of a nickname. - 4:17 PM/

/Me - I'm on my way - 4:18 PM/

/Lexi ❤️ - Don't speed, and wear your seatbelt. The last thing those poor paramedics need to see is a dead teenager with an erection. - 4:20 PM/

Rick laughed hard despite himself, gasping at the terrible pain that tore through his stomach. He brushed his teeth, removing the taste of puke from his mouth. Heaving a sigh, he left the house, locking the door behind him.

The drive was quiet, but not too quiet. The thought of seeing Alex again made his heart feel lighter, and helped to distract him from the negative thoughts lurking in his mind. Looking down at his phone, he turned onto a residential street his mapping app directed him towards. It looked nicer than his neighborhood, a lot of money went into people's landscaping and fancy cars sat in people's driveways. Rick pulled up in front of a nice house, looking at the relatively humble car in the driveway. It was the latest year, but it wasn't extravagant. He looked between the phone and the address, quadruple checking that he had the correct house. His phone buzzed in his hand as he looked at it.

/Lexi ❤️ - Just come in when you get here, my doors unlocked. I'm making dinner currently. - 4:42 PM

/Me - Here - 4:42 PM/

Rick let out a sigh, getting out of the car. He didn't bother locking it, his car was comparatively a shitbox in this neighborhood. He walked up the stone path to the house, enjoying the well maintained flower garden outside. He hesitated for a moment when his hand grabbed the door handle, taking a breath before entering the house. He closed the door with a bit more volume than necessary, making sure she could hear him. The inside of the house matched the outside, beautifully maintained. The living room was connected to the front door, and it was huge. She had a large flat screen TV and what looked like surround sound. The couch was massive as well, practically a bed. He leaned against the door, kicking his shoes off and pushing them out of the way. He startled slightly when he heard her voice behind him.

"Hey Rick, was the drive okay?" He turned to look at her, momentarily speechless when he saw how stunning she looked. She was wearing a tank top that revealed her pale shoulders and a bit of cleavage. The form fitting top left little to imagination. He could see the outline of her nipples through the fabric, and her belly peaked out from the bottom. The shirt was just a bit too short to cover her cute belly button. She wore shorts that ended around half way down her thighs and a pair of white socks that extended past her ankles. She wasn't wearing makeup as usual. All in all, she looked comfortable and she looked gorgeous.

The easy smile that graced her face fell away as she looked at him. Seeing her look turn more serious as she walked up to him, Rick remembered the shiner Max left on his face. He didn't have a chance to speak when her hands gently held his face. Her finger traced over the painful spot on his face, making him flinch slightly. He looked up at the taller woman, seeing the frown that formed on her face. He was about to muster up some lame sounding excuse to ease her concern when she pulled him into a hug.

His bruised face rested against her large chest, the soft mammaries felt like a pillow. They eased his pain with their soft pressure. One arm wrapped around his back while the other held his head close. Rick tried to make some form of joke, he tried to figure out a way to disarm the sudden tension. However, being softly held was bringing tears to his eyes without his consent. He tried to choke back a sob as his arms came to rest around her back, failing as tears fell from his eyes. Alex let out a soft 'Shhhh', speaking quietly.

"It's okay, Rick." Rick's tears began to fall in earnest as he held her tighter. Alex led them both to the couch, never letting her gentle, yet firm grasp go. Rick held her soft body, sobbing into her breasts. He felt embarrassed for a moment, but that feeling quickly left his consciousness. Alex has been his rock for the better part of 3 months now, always talking to him and listening to his worries. Being held in her arms made him feel like it was alright to cry. He never felt more comfortable in his life as her hand kneaded his scalp and her fingers traced along his back. His sobbing slowly ceased, but his tears still flowed as he held her close. She patiently waited for him, her hands never stopping their duty of trying to ease his sorrow. Rick took a deep breath as he slowly let go. Before he could get a chance to apologize, Alex held his face in her hands and tilted it up to her. She smiled, leaning forward and planting a kiss on his forehead. Rick blushed madly as she let him go.

"I have pasta in the oven, and it should be ready in around an hour. Get up, I'll show you the bathroom." Her slender hand held his as she stood, getting up after her. She didn't let go, holding his hand as she led him through her house. Rick blushed as he looked at her long legs, looking away to admire her home. It was great. There was plenty of space, it was well decorated with paintings and pretty looking plants. The furniture looked expensive and comfortable. She stopped in front of a door, opening it to reveal a large bathroom.

"Take your time, alright? I'm going to change my shirt real quick." Rick felt embarrassed again, turning to apologize for the tear stains. He was instead shocked when he saw her pulling her shirt over her head. The tight tank top got held up by her large breasts for a moment before being pulled free. The wonderful globes bounced on her chest as they settled, making him look on in desire. Alex had a sports bra on and it really didn't hide much. Her medium length hair was ruffled from taking the shirt off, making her shake her head to clear the black locks away. She gave him a simple smile, turning and leaving for her bedroom. She closed the door behind her, leaving him alone. Rick smiled at her casual displays, thankful to have met her. She wasn't shy in using her body to cheer him up.

He washed his face, clearing the tears and some of the dirt from falling to the ground. Feeling a bit better, he opened the door and left the bathroom. Hearing footsteps behind him, he turned to see Alex dressed in an even smaller tank top. This one left her stomach completely exposed. She smiled at him, holding his hand and leading him back to the couch.

"I read another article posted by one of George's peers. It seemed like it was written directly in response to his article that I shared with you." They sat on the couch, Rick listening to Alex talk about the articles. He wasn't very familiar with genetics, but he learned enough from talking with Alex to barely keep up with the conversation. He responded when appropriate, asking the occasional clarifying question. Alex was always more than happy to explain something to him, teaching him better than any of his teachers had growing up. She casually leaned back on the couch, lifting her legs to rest over his as she spoke. Rick couldn't help his hands from resting on the gorgeous legs, rubbing her calves before moving up to her thighs. He made sure to stay engaged in the conversation. He respected Dr. Hallaway and didn't want to just touch her body. He loved talking with her, touching her supple legs was just a fantastic bonus. She didn't mind his touches, only smiling lightly as they continued to talk. Her words winded down as she finished her most recent thought, a comfortable silence coming over them as they relaxed on the couch.

Rick was worried that it would be awkward if he came over. He had practically assaulted her on two different occasions. Granted, she was pushing boundaries. However, she was correct when she said that he took a mile from an inch. He was just too enamored with her to not move things further. Sitting with her on the couch and rubbing her sexy legs made him want to do more. However, he locked those feelings up tightly. She had invited him into her home and had prepared dinner for him. She held him as he cried like a baby, not ever pushing him even a little. He wasn't about to return the favor by holding her down and having his way with her.

Dinner came and went, him sharing noncommittal things about his last day of school. He spoke of a few new things he found out about the college he was aiming for. She seemed proud when he shared that he contacted the robotics professor directly via email. She said that connections were important before, so she must have really liked that he was following her advice. When they returned to the couch, she was more bold than just putting her legs on him. She more or less pulled his head onto her lap, causing him to rest while looking up at her pretty face. She ran her fingers through his hair, making Rick hum happily. Her other hand rested on his chest, rubbing it before going lower. When her hand touched his stomach, he couldn't help the pained gasp that left his mouth.

Alex seemed surprised at the sound, and he wasn't fast enough to stop her from pulling his shirt up to expose his bruised stomach. She let out a gasp of shock herself, slipping his head off of her lap to stand over him.

"Take off your shirt." Rick sat up, feeling embarrassed once more as he avoided her eyes.

"I'm fine, it's nothing." Alex frowned, her hands holding his face to make him look at her.

"Now's not the time for teenage rebellion. Take off your shirt now, Rick." Her voice was gentle, but firm. She offered no room for negotiation or denial. He sighed as he lifted his arms up, allowing her to pull the shirt off of his body. She gently pressed his shoulders down, frowning at the hand shaped bruise that formed where Max grabbed him. Rick was more or less forced to lay down, watching as Alex kneeled next to the couch and reached her hands out. Her hands softly touched him, making him groan from the discomfort. She frowned, but continued to feel along his abdomen. She pressed in at certain places, assessing for pain and rigidity. At least that's what she told him. Rick watched as Alex moved her hair to the side, bending down and pressing her ear against his stomach. Her hair tickled his belly, but he stayed silent as she closed her eyes and listened, enjoying the way her smooth face felt against his skin. She moved her ear across his stomach, opening her eyes after a while. She looked sad as she stared up at him, turning her head and placing a kiss on his bruised flesh.