Gwen

Flynn woke up slowly, his return to consciousness a gradual lifting of dreamy haze until he finally blinked awake. He had dreamt of… wonderful lips wrapped around his member and visions of fucking Dr. Eklund. He patted by his side only to find the bed empty.

For the first time in many months, Flynn stretched and found his body and muscles relatively pain free. That in and of itself was a miracle of sorts, but the full reality of how the morning had gone left him in a blissful state of contentment. This truly was better than his wildest dreams.

He found a note on the bedside table, penned in the neat and angular script that could only be Dr. Eklund.

Mr. Devers - I appreciate your thorough participation in your care checkup. Fourth Quadrant care is a complex proposition, and the ongoing gathering of data is paramount for ensuring good outcomes. I have taken the liberty of scheduling a followup appointment for this Saturday. If that is not amenable to you, please reach out to our office at 555-734-1219. I believe the extra time allotted to weekend visits may allow us to complete a more comprehensive overview of your condition.

Dr. Eklund

Flynn stared disbelievingly at the note before letting out a full throated laugh. Dr. Eklund was unbelievable. Behind that dispassionate, clinical gaze was an erotic woman of unsurpassed depths.

At the thought of her coming by in two days time, his dick twitched to life again, and Flynn had a moment of worry before it quieted down again. The intensity of his sensations and emotions during their fuck-session had left him drained, and he was slightly worried that was just going to be his life from now on.

Despite the fact that he was off work, the chores around the house weren’t going to do themselves, so Flynn got busy. He thoroughly cleaned the living room, contemplated getting some kind of couch cover if Dr. Eklunds visits were going to come with any regularity, tidied the kitchen, did the laundry, and finally swept and mopped.

By the time he was done, the sun was already on its path downwards, and the rumbling in his stomach let him know that he was both out of food, and very hungry. As much as he wanted to just go back to lightningburger and indulge himself, he knew that wasn’t a sustainable long term solution, so Flynn spent twenty minutes putting together a comprehensive grocery list before grabbing his wallet and keys and setting off.

The adage “Never shop when you’re hungry” obviously applied to him, because when he checked out Flynn winced at the total displayed on the counter. Still, he paid, and by the time he pulled back into his apartment building the only thing on his mind was cooking up a giant portion of food.

He was so consumed by visions of sandwiches, pasta, and bags of chips that he barely managed to dodge out of the way as one of his neighbors exited the elevator in front of him.

“Watch where you’re going!” She snapped at him, as he hopped to the side.

“Oops! Sorry!” Flynn muttered.

Sheesh.

He laboriously turned around in the elevator, his enormous haul clutched in each hand and just barely managed to see the back of his neighbors head as she sped off into the lobby.

What’s her name? 5A? Gwen, I think?

That sounded right at least. He’d spoken to her maybe a handful of time at the seasonal building events, but considering that she lived a floor below him, he could barely put a personality to the name. The only thing he really remembered was that she was kind of a goth.

He sniffed the air in the elevator. And she smelled nice. There was a slight twitch in his pants, and a moment of panic, but thankfully everything subsided by the time the elevator dinged his floor.

Flynn cooked himself a sumptuous feast. Appetizer, entree, even a baked dessert, and he ate his way through it steadily over the course of two hours, savoring each bite like it was the best thing he’d ever eaten. In some ways, it was - he’d maybe cooked better before, but he’d never been this

hungry

for his own cooking. Usually it was more fun to cook for other people, but by the time he was done, he was perfectly content.

Afterwards, he was somehow tired again, despite the fact that he’d napped, and slept

two days

prior, but Flynn wasn’t one to eschew proper sleep. He tucked himself into his bed, smelled the remnants of Dr. Eklund’s presence, and slipped off into a deep, dreamless sleep.

The next day, Flynn awoke with the still marvelous lack of pain and decided it was time to hit the gym again.

To his surprise, the exercises he normally struggled with felt a lot easier than normal. It was like he had a boudnless energy inside of him. He rolled through his normal sets, and then decided to tack on a few extra accessory exercises since he was making such good time.

The biggest problem turned out to be the fact that there were so many attractive women at the gym, sweating and working out all around him. After a while of furiously trying to stop his eyes from coming to rest on every bubble butt and spandex-clad pair of legs, he just put on the loudest workout playlist he had and focused on staring up at the ceiling while he pushed iron.

Flynn left the gym feeling pleasantly sore, but still suspiciously full of energy, a pep in his step that he hadn’t had in more than a year.

One of the best decisions he’d ever made was moving into an apartment complex close to the gym, so most days he just jogged there and back, though he’d hardly felt up to it for most of the past year.

Today, though, the couple of miles went by in a flash. He jogged in past the gates of his complex, breathing lightly and covered in a faint sheen of sweat but otherwise feeling perfectly energized.

He carded into the building, only to walk right into a cacophonous yelling match.

“You fuck! You said you would help me out, and now you’re off at a concert? How dare you!”

Flynn rounded the corner warily, until he saw the source of the commotion. Gwen, the goth from the floor below him, was screaming into the phone, held an inch away from her mouth, her expression livid. Next to her were a stack of large boxes, furniture - obviously, arranged in a neat pile next to the mailroom.

“Fine! Fuck you too, then - you worthless shit!” She bellowed, before angrily ending the call.

Flynn thought it was best to slide through this situation as quickly as possible, but his own politeness portrayed him. When he passed by her, they inadvertently made eye contact, and Flynn’s mouth opened before he could even stop himself.

“Hey. You, uh, good?” He asked.

Gwen frowned at him.

“Do I fucking look good?” She snapped.

“Sorry, sorry!” Flynn said, and held up his hands in apology and skirted around the pile of boxes.

“Ugh. My stupid boyfriend. Well. Not anymore, I guess.” She muttered. “He was supposed to help me move all this new furniture to my aparment. But that

loser

decided to go to a festival without telling me!”

Flynn paused, halfway in front of the elevator, unsure if she was talking to him.

“That, uh… sucks?” He ventured.

“Yeah it does!” She snarled.

She looked at him, then narrowed her eyes.

“You look pretty strong. How about you help me out?”

Flynn felt an uncomfortably awkward sense of obligation whenever anyone asked him for help. He rubbed the back of his head before finally nodding.

“Yeah, sure. Alright.”

Gwen nodded, as if his participation was the most natural and expected thing in the world.

“Good. Okay, maybe this isn’t such a disaster after all.”

To her credit, she didn’t expect him to carry everything himself, and directed him to pick up one of the long boxes while she grabbed the other end.

Flynn surprised himself by finding the boxes not too heavy at all, or perhaps he just hadn’t pushed himself hard enough at the gym to notice it. Either way, he was able to carry most of the load himself, so all Gwen had to do was steer from the front, and he handled the rest.

The two of them stacked the boxes inside the elevator before riding it up to Gwen’s floor. Then they reversed the process, taking each piece out and stacking it up in front of her door.

“Alright. Now we just have to move it inside. I’ll show you where each piece goes.”

Flynn raised an eyebrow. Hopefully she wasn’t expecting him to also assemble the furniture? That was a bridge too far.

Gwen unlocked the door to her apartment and ushered him inside. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected, but the inside was nice, if a little bit too crunchy for his taste. The smell of incense permeated the apartment, but it was otherwise clean and tidy. Small touches of esoteria and occultism were all over the place, which matched her overall gothiness. She watched him as he carried each box inside, placing it in the right location as she directed.

She nodded briskly after he delivered the last package.

“Good work. Water?”

Flynn nodded gratefully as he accepted the bottle. The ice cold water felt like manna from heaven after his unexpected double workout. He studied Gwen across from him as he drank.

She was wearing black dress with long high slits on the side and black leggings underneath that had a long piece of fishnet mesh near the top that showed off a stretch of pale thigh on either side. The front and back of the dress extended all the way to the floor, swishing around her feet as she moved. Both arms were tattooed, and the dress did little to hide her large breasts. A small black choker adroned her neck, the front held taut by a small metal ring, and he had the typical black lipstick and mascara wings which juxtaposed against her otherwise pale skin.

Flynn drained the entire bottle in one go before sighing with satisfaction. He looked around for the trashcan for a moment before Gwen noticed and pointed behind him.

“Below the sink.”

He threw away the bottle before turning around. Flynn stuffed his hands into the pockets of his workout shorts and then stood awkwardly for a moment. Gwen was studying him intently as she sipped on her water bottle.

“Er, thanks for the water.” Flynn finally said, and nodded to her.

Gwen raised her hands over her head and stretched.

“Ugh. I can’t believe he did that to me. Now I’m sore all over.”

She actually stomped her foot lightly on the floor to punctuate her point, and he had to stop himself from smiling at the display. Woe betide any man who crossed Gwen, evidently!

Gwen tapped her finger to her lips as she looked at him.

“You’re pretty handy. Give me a massage.”

Flynn choked on his words for a moment before looking at her askance.

“Uh. A massage?”

“Yes?” Gwen pouted prettily. “I deserve one after all that heavy lifting.”

Flynn stretched his nick and shoulders as he thought about it. This seemed like a bad idea, considering how he’d reacted to being in Dr. Eklund’s presence. On the other hand, his dick had been mostly playing along today, so maybe it was fine? And it seemed like the polite thing to do? It couldn’t hurt to be on better speaking terms with one of his neighbors…

“Yeah, okay.” He relented.

Gwen nodded as if it was the only reasonable outcome.

“Good. I’ve got a table and everything so that’ll make it easier. Let me go set it up. You can wash your hands in the sink.”

Flynn complied, scrubbing them thoroughly while Gwen went off into the living room. He could hear her setting something up, and when he walked in the room a moment later he could see a large massage table set up in the center of the space.

He had to admit she had an otherwise very cozy space, a well decorated and lived in room covered with lots of tastefully chosen pieces of decoration. His own was rather spartan in comparison, he had to admit. He’d mostly just picked pieces from a midcentury catalog and called it a day.

“Maybe I need to hire you to decorate my place.” Flynn mused out loud.

“Oh. Uh, thank you.”

It was the first earnest thing he’d heard from her and he looked down in surprise, but she’d already laid down on the table, her face fitting into the cutout as she relaxed. Flynn looked down at her and swallowed lightly. He hadn’t really noticed before, but Gwen was also

very

gifted in the ass department. Her two shapely cheeks were eating up the leggings underneath her dress, and the lightly draped fabric did little to hide the shape from his roving eyes.

Flynn shook his head and tried to clear his thoughts. He was absurdly happy that he’d made the switch to compression-lined exercise shorts a while back, because he could feel his package stirring and at least the fabric would work to keep everything… contained.

He started with the upper back and neck, which seemed like the safest and most appropriate place to be, leaning over from the side so he had a good enough angle. He wasn’t a professional massage therapist by any means, but massages were one of the proscribed therapies he’d tried for a while, and so he’d picked up a few trips and tricks. After five minutes of carefully targeted work, he heard Gwen exhale blissfully.

“Hmm. Not bad.” She said.

Flynn personally thought it was quite a bit better than “Not Bad”, but he didn’t get the impression that Gwen liked to give a lot away.

Over the course of the next twenty minutes he isolated and worked out every kink and knot he could find in her upper and middle back, trying studiosly to stay away from her lower back and sides. It was impossible not to stare at her magnificent ass every time it crossed his field of view, but so far his strategy of simply keeping his mind clear was working.

Well. Mostly working. His cock was stirring, but the shorts were doing an excellent job of keeping it restrained. At least that’s what he hoped. Several times when he hit a particularly tender spot, Gwen would grunt slightly and his cock would twitch in response.

“Mmm. Do my lower back.” Gwen said.

Flynn paused, his hands in mid knead before looking down at Gwen below him. She’d said it in the same commanding tone of voice as everything else. He sighed internally. This woman was really something.

He approached the area obliquely, working down her spine and sides before starting to work on the area just above her hip bone. The first time he touched the firm flesh of her ass, he had to pause for a moment, because he’d felt a definite familiar tingling in his abdomen.

Ah shit. That can’t be good.

He kept working around the periphery, but judging by the way Gwen seemed to slightly lift her ass to press back into his fingers, he was hitting all the right spots. Her back arched slightly, and he could hear her sigh contentedly again.

“Lower legs.” Gwen said.

That was easier for him, and he worked his way up from her feet, massaging her calves and lower thigh. He was working her right calf when he watched her slightly spread her legs to tilt her calf at a better angle when he looked at the back of her tight ass. The fabric of her dress had slid to the side, exposing the taut, thin material of her leggings. Directly in the middle above her pussy a small dark wetspot was spreading.

Flynn averted his gaze quickly, but her musk hit his nose a second later. He inhaled

There was an uncoiling sensation in his abdomen, and he felt a familiar pulse of warmth unfold itself below his navel. It was like an engine starting as energy washed through him, clearing away his fatigue and energizing his muscles. Unlike the day before with Dr. Eklund there was less nervous electric tension and a lot more

primal

power. He felt like he could go right back to the gym and deadlift a car.

Time to wrap this up, I guess.

Flynn finished off the knot in her lower thigh before stepping back, stretching his arms above his head to work out some of tension in his forearms.

“One massage, as requested.” Flynn quipped.

Gwen lifted her head and stared back at him over his shoulder with a dissatisfied expression on her face.

“That was a good start, but you’re not nearly done yet.” She said waspishly.

“Ah well, I’ve got a couple things I need to attend to.” Flynn said, though it was a weak excuse at best.

Gwen laid her head back down on the massage table.

“No you don’t. You’re in some kind of medical treatment program this week, aren’t you? You don’t have anything going on. Plus I saw you get a lifetimes worth of groceries yesterday, so you probably did all your errands then too.”

Flynn frowned at that, at the dismissive tone and the cavalier attitude.

“How do you even know that?” He asked.

“The lady who came yesterday had a badge for Weatherhill hospital, and I’ve seen the amount of mail you get from them. Plus, some of it got delivered to my apartment by accident.”

“You

opened

my mail?”

“One piece. I was curious.” Gwen stated matter-of-factly.

Flynn clenched his hands. That was outrageous. His medical communication was supposed to be private. He wasn’t sure what law she was breaking, but surely it was at least

one

.

“Do the sides of my neck next.”

He turned back to her. Gwen had flipped over onto her back, and was waiting for him with her eyes closed, her hands resting easily by her side. Flynn narrowed his eyes. There was using his politeness and then there was abusing

it. He walked back over behind her neck and started massaging the sides.

“That’s good, right there.”

Flynn looked down at her from where he was standing over her. From here, he could tell that her bra was doing a lot of work keeping her breasts contained within her dress. As he hit the right spots she would occasionally push her shoulders back, lifting her breasts into the air before she slumped back down.

Flynn adjusted his position so that he was slightly closer to her. Her black hair was long and curly and hung over the sides of the massage table. The bulge in his crotch was very noticeable by now, but Gwen was laying there contentendly with her eyes closed.

There was a small twitch in her nostrils, and whatever the smell that Dr. Eklund had described the day before was clearly still there, except Flynn couldn’t really smell it himself. Then her nostrils twitched again, inhaling more deeply, and Gwen frowned slightly. One eye flicked open, stared at the bulge in his pants before she opened them both and met his gaze.

“Hmph. Guess it’s too much to ask for a massage without a guy getting all excited by it.”

Flynn narrowed his eyes.

He

was getting excited? He was sure the wet spot on her leggings was more of a puddle by now.

She focused her eyes back onto the bulge in his pants, and he watched with some satisfaction as she bit her lip unconsciously. Finally, she seemed to solidify her resolve.

“It looks like you have something reasonable to work with. Show me.” She commanded.

Flynn paused in his massaging, before letting his hands fall to his side. He looked down at Gwen’s face. Her eyes met his again and she frowned.

“What are you waiting for?”

He swallowed his objections and reached down to his side, his thumbs digging into the waistband of his shorts. This felt like crossing the rubicon, but who was he to complain?

Flynn pulled his shorts down in one smooth motion, and his cock seemed to unwind and inflate at the same time, springing out of his pants fully formed in mid swing. The tip arced outward, and despite the fact that he was a few inches behind Gwen’s head, the shaft of his rod swung downward before coming to rest on her face.

“Oh.” Was the only thing he heard from Gwen, her voice muffled.

He waited for the explosion to happen, but instead he heard the sound of deep sniffing as Gwen inhaled his scent from the underside of his shaft. He could feel her hot breath playing across the skin of his cock and he stretched again, luxuriating in the feeling of having a woman’s face so close to his dick.