Max woke to Geoff's hand grabbing her breast and the head of his cock pressed between her legs. She had fallen asleep early last night, and hadn't even noticed Geoff come home. She must have been out cold, because he smelled like he'd just come from the shower.
Geoff moaned behind her, catching her earlobe in his teeth while he pushed up into her opening. Still sleeping, Max kept her eyes closed, feeling the heat from the tip of his cock as it pressed against her not quite ready opening.
Geoff pressed harder making it a few inches in before being met with resistance. He pulled back out, creating a friction to get her moisture flowing and pressed back in.
"Uh yeah, Max. Your body is so warm. I want to be inside you all the time," he moaned, still pressing against her. He made another inch of progress before he pulled out, then pushed back in.
"Oh fuck, there you go. You're getting wet now."
Max vaguely felt herself lubricate and the feeling of Geoff inside her roused her. Even though she was still half asleep, she rocked her hips against him in a deep rolling motion. Geoff held still while she rotated her incredible hips,creating a long deep friction.
"Just like that, Max. You're fucking amazing. Don't stop."
Geoff massaged her naked breast, tweaking her nipples as she rolled herself around on his throbbing dick.
She could feel his jaw tense as he tried not to cum.
"It feels too good. I want you to cum first. Slow down."
Max obeyed, but slower meant deeper and as she rolled, Geoff slid his hand from her breast to her clit and rubbed. He buried his head in her hair, clenching hard. She was close. She increased her intensity and Geoff cursed into her ear, thrusting to match her. He started to cum and his dick slid out and sprayed cum all over her pussy. He rubbed it hard between her lips. Her engorged, wet clit throbbed as he rubbed his cum covered dick against her until she started to cum. He slammed back into her, giving a few deep thrusts to give her G-spot stimulation. Max ground onto him, releasing hard in a combined orgasm that rolled through her body. The orgasm waned, and she fell asleep, with Geoff still lodged inside her.
***
Max woke to her alarm at 7am and was surprised to hear Geoff down in the kitchen. The smell of coffee and bacon reached her nostrils and made her smile. She rolled out of bed and the stickiness between her legs made her realize that last night's encounter hadn't been one of her dreams.
Her bladder about to burst, she hopped out of bed and dashed for the bathroom. As she relieved the pressure, her pelvic floor filled with a painful fiery feeling she remembered from her late teens. Damn it. She knew this much sex would mess with her body, eventually. She lingered a while in the bathroom, cursing, before heading to her room to dress and call her doctor.
"Hi, you've reached the Cumberland Medical Clinic, how can I assist you today?"
"Hi, I'd like to book an appointment with Dr. Trudges today, if she has room."
"She has an emergency spot at 8:30am. Is that ok for you?"
"It's perfect."
"Reason for the appointment?"
"I think I might have a UTI."
"Ok, see you soon."
Max hung up and placed her phone into the pocket of her work smock.
Back in front of the bathroom vanity, she applied what she called her "quick face". BB cream, gloss, and mascara. She sprayed dry shampoo into her mop of curls before dividing it down the center and throwing it into a couple dutch braids. Then she brushed her teeth and freshened up with a light bird bath before heading down to the kitchen.
Geoff smiled and kissed her cheek as he whirled around, plating their breakfast.
He placed both plates on the kitchen table and set about pouring their coffees.
"You're never up this early. What's the occasion?" Max asked.
"Just thought I'd get up and have breakfast with you before you left for work." He smiled one of his butterfly inducing smiles "I'll go back to bed after, don't worry. I want to have energy for our workout later. What time do you go on Wednesdays?"
Max picked at her breakfast, trying to ignore the pain in her bladder.
"6 o'clock, but I'm not feeling great. I made an appointment to see my doctor before work. Think I might have a UTI."
Geoff's smile dropped and he looked concerned.
"You ok to go to work? Is there anything I can do?"
"Nah, I'm fine. She'll do a test and give me antibiotics. I'll be good as new in no time." She took a gulp of her coffee, knowing it could potentially make her feel worse, but coffee was a necessary evil.
"Speaking of time, I need to get out of here." She grabbed a piece of toast and kissed him before heading for the door.
"Let me drive you. I'll take you to work after and pick you up after your shift," Geoff said, forestalling her.
Max had no reason to say no, so within minutes Geoff was dressed and they were heading out to his car. She popped open the back door and threw her work stuff onto the seat before climbing into the passenger seat.
***
Max changed out of her paper gown while she waited for her results. The doctor had taken a urine sample that tested negative to bacteria, so she had done a vaginal and urethral swab to test for other causes. She was one of the few doctors that ran a portion of her tests on site. After ten minutes, Dr. Trudges returned, solemn faced.
"You're married, Mrs. Fraser?"
Max nodded, confused.
"Any new sexual partners?" she inquired.
Max shook her head.
"No, I haven't been with anyone new in six years."
"And your husband? Any new partners for him?"
Max inhaled sharply, thinking of Jess and her suspicions.
"Not to my knowledge," she answered diplomatically. "What do I have?"
"Well the good news is, it's treatable. Take these." She tore a paper from her pad and handed it to her. "You'll be good as new in a week. No unprotected sexual contact until you've finished all of them. That includes oral, vaginal and anal."
She paused, before continuing, "And I'd recommend your husband see his doctor to start treatment. You have gonorrhea, and if you haven't been with anyone else, it's definite that he has. It's not something you catch from a toilet seat. You should test for other infections, just to be safe. Here is a blood work requisition form.
Max stood holding her papers, eyes brimming with tears. She'd known it. In her gut she'd fucking known.
She thanked her doctor politely, a little dazed and walked out to the waiting room, walking right passed Geoff and out into the hall. She didn't wait for him, or the elevator.er mind spinning, she bolted for the stairs. Her fingers gripping the door handle, she heard Geoff call to her.
"Max what the hell!"
He gave chase as Max ran down the stairs. "Max, slow down. What happened in there. Are you ok?"
Max felt like she was going to throw up. She couldn't breathe.
Geoff caught up to her and grabbed her wrist. "Max, tell me what's going on?"
His touch made her skin crawl, and she ripped her arm away from him. Her entire body filled with a rage she'd never felt before.
"Am I ok!?" she yelled. Angry, humiliated tears escaped her eyes and streamed down her cheeks. "No, Geoff. I'm not fucking ok. I have fucking gonorrhea!!"
She pushed him hard in the chest to move him away from her. "How do you suppose I got that? Considering I haven't touched another man in six fucking years! How the hell did I catch a god damned STD Geoff?!?"
All the blood drained from Geoff's face, leaving him a grey waxy pallor. He was speechless and when he looked up at her, his eyes were filled with shame and regret. He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again, lowering his head.
The intense anger was fading, quickly replaced by numbness.
"Don't. Just say nothing," Max breathed. "I need to get to work and I don't have time to wait for an Uber."
They rode in tense silence the entire way back to Euphoria. Upon arrival, Max hurriedly got out and opened the back door to retrieved her things from the back seat. It was then she noticed a crusty, white-tinged stain on the back seat and a small piece of red lace that was wedged between bench and seat back. She pulled it out to find a semen soaked pair of extra-small Cheekys. Max surprised herself as a huge wave of laughter overtook her. She feared she might actually be going crazy. Geoff turned to see what was so funny and his face paled even further. Max looked him in the eye, still laughing, while holding the offending garments.
"Tell your girlfriend she might want to get tested too." She dropped the panties onto the seat. "I'll come home to pick some things up tonight, but I'm not staying. I'll find somewhere else to go until we figure out some arrangements."
Geoff jumped out of the car, eyes brimming with tears.
"No, max. No, no. It was a mistake. I made a mistake, Max. I'm so sorry." He was crying openly, hugging her unresponsive body, and kissing her head. "I fucked up. I'm so sorry. I love you so much."
Max felt his wet tear-soaked lips on her skin and she cringed. Pushing him away, her eyes dry now, she looked him in his pathetic, philandering eyes.
Her voice stronger and more even than she expected, she said, "It's over, Geoff."
With that, she left him crying in the street in front of Euphoria.
***
Geoff's lungs deflated and his mind boiled. He heard a strangled sob and realized it had escaped his own lips. His legs gave out, and he crumpled against the car.
"It's over Geoff."
His face in his hands, he couldn't stop hearing those words. She'd been so calm. Her eyes cold, as though she'd been regarding a stranger. He'd never seen her like that and it shook him to the core. As he sat, folded over on the curb with his back to his car, he looked up through the glass door of the large spa. The desk girl, Christy, was staring at him. She looked concerned. He realized how pathetic he must look and slowly got to his feet, letting himself into the car. He turned the ignition and the song "Goodbye My Lover" by James Blunt filled his ears. How apt. Not only lyrically, but it was one of Max's favourites. Geoff wiped his face roughly and screamed angrily into the steering wheel, before pulling out of the lot and onto the road.
***
When he left the health clinic with his prescription, his guilt and remorse were eating him alive. He wanted to be mad. Mad he understood. Mad at Jess for seducing him. Mad at Max for not putting enough effort into their physical relationship for all those years. Mad at Max for telling him it was over. He choked back another wave of tears, those words once again echoing in his mind.
He wasn't mad, though. He was devastated. Max was his everything. From the moment he saw her in the restaurant at school six years ago, his world had orbited around her.
He had been leading the culinary students through a dinner service and she'd walked in with Katrina and a few other classmates, wearing no makeup, her hair tousled. They'd been practicing facials. She was breathtaking. Just a ball of radiant light. He'd completely forgotten he was even teaching. When her eyes connected with his, they'd lit up and she had shot him a warm smile. He'd practically heard angels sing. Now, she regarded him with the same disdain she'd give a pile of dog shit.
Geoff hopped into his car and drove. He had to find Jess and tell her. The clinic had told him that 80% of women never had symptoms. She probably had no idea.
He called Conifer, using his bluetooth.
