Chapter 1- A Small Mistake, Big Trouble
Amy Murray smiled as she looked at the young man seated on the edge of the examination table. He was about 19 years old with bright blue eyes and blond mussed hair. She looked his body up and down. She liked what she saw and laughed to herself.
"What kind of wicked person am I to think like this?"
The young man in question had a perfect swimmer's body. Broad shoulders, small waist, tight abs with a great tan. Most interesting of all, it was completely hairless, as smooth as a baby's bottom. As he sat there dressed only in the tiniest of briefs, she wondered if his crotch was shaved too. That thought and the sight of the bulge in those briefs sent a slight tingle through her.
"Okay, Tim, why don't you stand up and turn around. I would like to look at your back."
"Sure, Doc, whatever you say," he replied, hopping off the table.
"Tim, you know I'm not a doctor." Amy laughed. She was a research consultant for major drug manufacturer and that was why Tim was standing before.
The company was testing a new drug concerning acne and Tim was one of the test subjects. He wasn't officially one and Amy was doing this as a "favor" to her best friend, Kristi. The fact that Kristi was her boss made it easier for Amy to justify it.
Also it was clear that Tim had an acne problem. On his face, it was mostly concentrated along his jaw line and chin. It was his back that was it was most noticeable. It was a shame too because Tim was a good-looking guy with a nice looking body, one any young woman might like. She let out a slight sigh as she moved closer to him.
Tim hated this part. Not really hated but it made him feel uneasy. Amy was very attractive even though she was older than Tim, a little younger than his mom. Her soft brown hair reached her shoulders and framed her face. Her glasses seemed to add not detract from her deep brown eyes. Today her lab coat seemed to be unbuttoned a little lower and showed a little cleavage of her breasts. Tim thought he could see a hint of her lacy bra. Her skirt was short and the heels Amy wore accented her toned legs.
He was uneasy because he was afraid of his reaction. He knew he would die of embarrassment if he popped a hard-on in front of her. Not only her reaction but also he was sure she would tell his mom. The two of them were good friends. He knew it was all in the name of the study and she had to touch him, sliding her hand across and down his back. Some days she took a little longer to complete her observations.
He shifted his weight as she touched him.
It took a few moments before Amy realized that she lingering a little too long touching. He felt good and she was lost in thought and was enjoying the feeling. Tim's movement brought her back.
She cleared her throat. "Okay, Tim, that will do it. Any problems, side effects, you can think of?"
He was eager to get dressed and get out of there before there were "side effects."
"No, can't think of any."
"Good, you'll let me know, honest." Amy reached out and touched his hand.
"Yes, one thing," Tim said. "I'm about out of the pills. Only one or two left, I think."
"No problem. I'll get some and give them to your mother. See you in about a month." Amy turned and left the room.
Leaving the room and entering the hallway, she leaned against the wall. "What is the matter with you?" she thought. "Christ, you're old enough to be his mother! Get a hold of yourself."
Kristi Clark leaned back in her chair in her office. She reached down and massaged her calf. "Damn heels," she thought. It was a small price to pay for all she had accomplished. She had come a long way.
She had married right out of high school to a boy who had just graduated from college. It seemed perfect. She got pregnant right away and had a beautiful baby boy, Tim. After only two years, it all went wrong and her husband left her and the baby for a woman he met at work. At 20 years old, a two-year-old baby and not much of a future, Kristi had hit rock bottom.
Not being one to give in, she swallowed her pride, moved in with her parents, got a job at this business, went to college at night and made something of her life. That was seventeen years ago and how things had changed. She was now an executive in good company, made good money, had a nice home, and had raised a really nice boy.
She had tried to be both a mom and dad to Tim. She supported him in all ways and was there when he needed her. She had tried to be open and available for him. When he was little, she used to shower with him and encouraged him to be open about his body. When puberty hit him the showering stopped and she made sure she kept the bathroom door shut.
She had "The Talk" with him, telling him what she thought he needed to know at the time and let him be. There were a few times that she had seen him trying to hide an erection and a few times she had to knock on the bathroom door to make sure everything was OK because he'd been in there for so long.
If she had one complaint, it would be the lack of intimacy through the years. Like most other woman, she has certain desires. She took care of herself, ate well and worked out. For being 37, she looked good. She had heard some of comments made by some of the men in the office. Recently she overheard some of Tim's friends call her MILF. She didn't know whether to be flattered or upset by that but she was proud of the way Tim told them to knock it off.
