No question about it, something was wrong. That thought nagged at Dan for the better part of a week. Just 5 days before, Dan woke feeling like a million bucks even at 4:00 am. Early that morning he had drifted off to sleep with Deb tucked under his arm and his limp cock resting against her thigh. He was in heaven as he nodded off.
Of course in the dark early morning he knew she would be gone but still he hoped as his hand roamed the other side of the bed. No matter though, he knew he would see her again and hopefully soon. Their pattern was to get together on Tuesdays so all he had to do was get through the rest of the week and then anticipate holding her again. Making love to her was all he thought about whenever he could mentally break away from the grueling schedule of a Resident. He tried not to think too much about her while at work or studying. She was distracting and oh so sexy and although he didn't want to admit it, he was in love with her.
So on Monday evening when he hadn't heard from her since early Wednesday morning, he was bothered. No, more than that, he was worried. Usually she answered his texts with sexy ones of her own throughout the week. They didn't usually talk on the phone but often sexted and shared erotic photos. There was nothing from her all week.
Dan's imagination was nothing compared to Deb's but his began to work overtime that Monday evening. Pacing the floor of his apartment, he glanced out the window often, hoping to see her approaching even though it was unlikely she would be able to get away. He wanted so badly to hear from her that he held his phone constantly, willing it to ring. Although he knew he was acting like a love-sick teenager, he couldn't help it and didn't even try to stop. Late into the night Dan paced until he fell on the couch, exhausted. Sleep finally overtook him although even in his sleep he continued to hold the phone tightly against his chest.
Waking at 7:00 the next morning, Dan forced himself to eat some breakfast and do a little studying until 9:00. He knew she would be alone by then and had made up his mind to call her. He was determined to connect with her and try to get together.
Dan placed the call, butterflies fluttering in his belly. "We're sorry but that number is no longer in service. Please check the number and try again." The computerized voice said. Dan shook his head at his mistake and tried again. "We're sorry but that number is no longer in," Dan disconnected the call and then sat leaning forward, dumbstruck as the words sunk in. His hand clutched his phone so tightly that it went numb and suddenly he realized that he was crying.
Frustrated, Dan sat dealing with raw emotions and eventual anger. Why didn't she talk to him if there was something wrong? Why would she change her number and not tell him? What if she was found out? Was she ok? Did she need him? Should he call her at work? Would she contact him again? A million questions ran through his mind but there were no answers.
Not knowing what else to do, Dan waited another week. It was a miserable week for him. He obsessed with thoughts of her and was often distracted at the hospital. More than a few times, colleagues had to nudge him to bring him into the present and twice the attending physician chided him for not being 'all there'. It was a problem.
That Tuesday Dan decided to act. He had to know why she disappeared and why her number was changed. He waited until he knew she would be alone and drove over to her house. In the early weeks of their affair, Dan had looked up her address and driven by the house a few times. He was curious about how she lived and secretly hoped to catch a glimpse of her coming or going. He fantasized about seeing her out in the front and being welcomed into the house. It never happened but the fantasy played out in his mind often as he stroke his hard cock in bed.
By 9:30 that morning Dan was driving into her neighborhood. He was nervous and questioned whether or not he should take her by surprise. Worse, he worried that she wouldn't be there. Even worse than that, what if her husband was there? Questions and doubts filled Dan's mind but he had to know so he continued on.
The large house was quiet and the driveway was empty. He had been impressed with the grandness of the house before when he drove by, and struck with the thought that as a doctor he would probably have something similar eventually. In the irrational part of his mind, he imagined Deb living with him in a beautiful home, but he knew that was only fantasy.
Dan collected his thoughts after stopping his car. Then, determined to get some answers, he walked boldly up to the door. He could hear the doorbell chime and then the door opened. Deb stood behind the glass storm door, a coffee cup in her hand, dressed in jeans and a sweater. Her feet were bare and Dan's first impression was that she looked so small and vulnerable. She stared at him and her face reddened in frustration.
"What are you doing here? You cannot be here! Just leave!" She said firmly.
She started to close the door but Dan pulled the storm door open and placed his body against the heavy door. He carefully pushed against her, not wanting to hurt her but determined to get inside. She yelled out and pushed with all her might but he easily moved into the room and shut the door behind him. Frustrated and angry she moved back and grabbed her phone off of a small table.
"Dan, I don't want any problems and you cannot be here. It's over. Please leave! I'm calling Scott." She said loudly.
Dan was stunned. He said softly, "I'm so sorry, Deb. I just had to see you. Your phone is disconnected and I haven't heard anything from you. I just have to know what's going on."