Gorgeous

GORGEOUS

I am no stalker, but I could not take my eyes off of her from the first moment I saw her. She caught my attention as I walked into the clinic and I couldn't look away. I just call her Gorge for short because Gorgeous just sounds too much like simply fawning, at least privately I do. She is, however, absolutely sensational in every way. She is the perfect height (5ft. 3in.), the perfect weight (108 lbs.), and the perfect age (one year younger than me). She has the perfect smile, especially when it is aimed at me; the perfect body I love to touch; and the perfect attitude, I learned, about sex: anywhere, anytime, any position I asked for. To say she likes sex is like saying a bird likes wearing feathers.

We met on my first day of college at the health center where she worked. We didn't hit off as much as she launched me into orbit. I am not sure she noticed me, but I certainly noticed her, like noticing a Lamborghini in a lot full of used Studebakers.

I found a reason to visit the clinic as often as possible after that, like everyday until we actually had a conversation. Well, it was more like, "You again?"

"Well, I have to take care of my health," I replied.

"But of course," she said laughing.

"Speaking of health. Do you ever go for coffee with a clinic patient?" She made it clear she "dated" a number of fellas. I just didn't know what the number was, but that was all right because I "dated" a few women myself, although most of those dates were short and limited to simply desperately looking for sexual encounters.

Like I said, I found a reason to visit the clinic as often as possible, until I had a real reason with a soreness in my male parts. "The doctor is busy for awhile, but I'll look at it for you if you'd like," she said.

A woman asking to see my junk? "Well, maybe," I said. "I guess."

After a cursory look at my swollen stuff she said, "I think it may be just over use. You may need to give it a rest. Take a break."

"A good workout is a good thing, right?" I said.

"Too much stress and exercise can weaken a thing," she said with a smile.

"How much is too much?" I said.

"When it begins to hurt," she said.

"Good point," I said. "So what about coffee?"

"I usually don't date after the first penile examination," she said with a sly smile.

"How about the second?" I said.

"Maybe the third," she said grinning.

"Would coffee be a date?" I asked.

"Depends," she said.

"On what?" I asked.

"On what came with it," she said. "Coffee with cream, maybe a date."

"How would I know?" I asked.

"I'd let you know," she said. "Maybe you couldn't handle one of my dates."

"They can be stressing?" I asked.

"They can be hard on the ego," she said with a smile. "Sometimes I entertain two guys at once. Could you handle that?"

"If I was one of the dates," I said. "Especially with cream and sugar," I added thinking I'd been clever.

"So are you interested in a coffee date?" she asked.

"With cream and sugar?" I said.

"Whatever," she said.

"I am," I said.

So, the date was made and time and location was set. It would be to a Starbucks and would be that very afternoon after the clinic closed. Once there, she ordered her Latte and led me to a table. "So you are a senior here at school?" she said.

"Graduate student," I said. "Med school. Pediatrics."

She didn't look impressed, but she smiled, as if it was a pickup line. "Children. That's nice," she said, barely avoiding sarcasm. "That's why you come to the clinic so often."

No, I wanted to say, I come to gaze at your luscious body, but I said, "Yeah, I am trying to be good about staying healthy." The truth was I hadn't been to see an actual doctor for me in years. College schedule, studying, and trying to get actual sleep didn't allow it, as well as trying to be sexual with as many female college students as I could.

She gave me an I-am-not-buying-that-bullshit look and grinned. She wasn't falling for it. That is the trouble with falling for smart women: they're just too fucking sharp to fall for crap that usually works.

"So, why have you really been to the clinic everyday for over a week?" she asked.

"Someone there I have my eye on," I said. "A hot chick. Works in reception," I said.

"You mean Agnus? She's sixty," she said. "You stalking me?"

"We're on a cream and sugar date," I said. "Remember?"

"Everyday?" she said. "I guess that's flattering. You don't have classes?"

"Mornings and evenings," I said.

"So what do you want?" she said.

"Hot sex," I said going for honesty.

"Why didn't you say so?" she said with a grin.

My heart at that moment was at NASCAR speed, and my palms were sweating eight ounce glasses. Did she just ask me what I thought I'd heard.

"You aren't a bad looking guy," she said. "I don't have to be at work until tomorrow. You have some time this afternoon?"

"I will make time," I said.

"You come to the clinic everyday just to see me?" she asked.

"Crazy, huh?" I said.

"You sure it's not Agnus?" she said smiling.

"Quite sure," I said. "I am not age intolerant, but no... I know it's not Agnus. I have a thing for nurses," I said.

"Finish your coffee," she said. "Maybe we can have some of that sugar you crave.

I followed her to her home, a pretty little beach cottage in Belmont Shores. Of course, I thought, as I looked at the quaint and homey little house on a street one block from the beach. I imagined her in a string bikini carrying a surfboard toward the beach with her hair in a ponytail and her hips swaying with her stride. Medically trained Gidget. I didn't know if she surfed, but it fit the script. She was as California Girl as anyone I think I have ever seen outside of Sandra Dee. The cute little house just radiated sexy. Not New York tie-me-to-the-bed sexy, but California run-around-naked on the beach sexy.

It was the kind of sexy she was. The look of wholesome, fucking in the shower uninhibited lovemaking.

She took her clothes off slowly, as if it was part of a strip tease, letting me enjoy every move every view.

She put her arms around my neck and kissed me. It was a kiss I had been anticipating for too long. It was soft and warm, loving and sexy, and it was causing things to happen in my lower body. She held the kiss like she was warming me up for the main event. "What do you like?" she asked.

"Anything you choose," I said. "I am not particular," I added.

"I like being on top," she said, still holding her arms around my neck.

Why wasn't I surprised? I liked that idea, because it would allow me to look at her as we fucked, admiring the body that I had only seen with clothes on. I kissed her back and she pulled me against her bare breasts. She led me to the bed and nodded at the pillows.

"You first," she said. I got down on the bed and then she climbed on her knees next to me, then she threw a leg over my hips and sat down on top of me. She put her hands on each of my hips and adjusted herself, holding her pussy over my erection, letting the head work its way in. Then she settled on the tip and wiggled until I pushed farther into her, parting her labia and sliding in to my balls.

She sighed and looked down at me and smiled. She moved her hips back and forth, closing her eyes, and biting on her lower lip. Her bounces became more rapid and her squeals became louder. Soon her jumping was so fast her breasts flopped with each up and down movement. She bounced on my front like a basketball on a dribble, and a constant humming came from deep in her throat.

I put a hand on each of her hips and steadied her above me as she plunged me repeated into her. I thought of the first time I'd seen her and visualized this very scene. I thought of her comment about "dating" two men at once and asking if I could handle it.

I decided at that moment that it was that I wanted and would endeavor to get it. I pictured her with one man under her, pushing up, and another beside her with his stiff cock pointing to her chin, his cock head in her mouth, her tongue swabbing the underside of his prick. The man beside her was me, as was the one beneath her pushing up into her wet and willing pussy, splayed and foamy with our mutual lotions.

I vowed to make that happen and I began to think of ways to see that it did. We continued for forty minutes and she came with a rush. Shortly after her climax, I started to build toward my own. She had told me not to worry, that her tubes had been tied, so I emptied into her and shriveled to the size of a kid's limp sock.

"So, you're sweet on Agnus?" she said with a spurious expression.

"Yeah, I go for the elderly set," I said playing along.

"She is a nice lady," she said. "She'll make a very fine bride."

"We're not that serious yet," I said. "Maybe someday. Now we are just friends.

"You say now," she said continuing the joke.

"I have to confess," I said. "I have cheated on Agnus. Don't tell her," I whispered. "There is someone else at the clinic. Someone younger," I said quietly. "She's blond. She is really sexy. She likes her coffee with cream and sugar, I think. She does exams at the clinic although she's not a doctor," I said.

"We should report her," she said laughing.

"Naw," I said. "I don't think she will do that much anymore. I think she learned her lesson. At least I hope."

"Maybe she is a serial examiner," she said. "Someone should keep an eye on her."

"I plan to," I said.

"Maybe you should stay close to her," she said.

"You think she'd let me?" I said.

"I hear she'd like that," she said.

"Same address?"

"Same bed," she said.

So, we moved all of our stuff into the same apartment and into the same closet, and what wouldn't fit in the closet we put in a trunk, on shelves, or in the garage. It turns out we get our mail in the same mailbox, and we brush our teeth in the same bathroom and sink.

She still likes it on top, but she does agree to vary it and take the bottom once in awhile. She also likes to stop for coffee now on her way to the clinic and my way to the children's hospital. She still catches my eye everyday, is the perfect size for me, gives me pleasure just to be around, and still is my favorite sight, even better than Agnus. She is, for me, simply gorgeous.

So I guess I am destined to visit the clinic more than is necessary and fill my leisure time with fawning and panting like a puppy in heat. But we make passionate love at least four times a week and sleep in every Sunday morning, right after both of us has a Sunday morning orgasm that puts us back to sleep for at least another hour. It simply is one gorgeous coupling and I wouldn't change a thing.