All Characters involved in sexual situations are 18 years or older.
Colton quickly grabbed a flute off the tray of a passing waiter. He started attending these hospital functions when he was fourteen and learned early on that you could get away with a lot in a crowd. Now, after four years of practice it was even easier. Colton was strapping at 6' 2" and 190 lbs, and he had the air of confidence that many young men from wealth have. He had sandy blonde hair with a little bit of wave to it, that he'd started growing out. It was now down to his chin. It made him look like more of a surfer than he was, but the girls at school seemed to like it.
Colton's father, Grant, was a venture capitalist and had reached the level of success where you no longer earned status through buying things for yourself, but by giving it away. His father's frequent contributions to St. Mary's meant that Colton and his family were regulars whenever the hospital christened a new wing or named a new head of surgery.
Colton knocked back his champagne and walked over towards his parents. His parents were talking to a woman who looked to be around his mother's age, the mid-forties. His mother, Linda, was average height with shoulder length blonde hair, and trim like a runner, with perky C-cups and a small but firm looking ass. The woman, on the other hand, was probably just around five feet, but had a killer hourglass figure. She had dark hair and gently tanned skin.
"Colton, meet Dr. Pastor. Dr. Pastor this is our son, Colton," said his father.
"Pleasure to meet you Colton, but please call me Beatriz," she said. She smiled sweetly up at Colton. Up close Colton noticed that Beatriz had inviting light green eyes.
"Colton's about to start his senior year of high school," his mother chimed in.
"You must be very excited," said Beatriz. "Ugh, to be young and unburdened again. Live it up while you can, Colton." She winked at him.
"Oh, Colton works very hard, we're very proud of him." His mother wrapped her arm through his and rubbed his shoulder.
"Yes, we've made it very clear. There's a job waiting for him after college...IF he applies himself," added his father.
Colton supposed it was better than the alternative that his parents trended towards effusive, but it could be a lot to take.
"Mom, Dad, I'm pretty beat. I think I'm gonna take an Uber home, if that's alright."
"Of course, sweetie," Colton's mother leaned towards him, and he brought his face down to kiss her on the cheek. "If we don't see you in the morning don't forget to schedule your physical. You won't be able to play lacrosse unless they have that physical, okay?"
"Yes, Mom, I know."
"Colton's old internist was the best, top of his class, but he went down to Cedars Sinai," said his father.
"Well, I can see him," said Beatriz. "I'm going to head home too. Linda, Grant, it was lovely meeting you. Colton, let's schedule as we wait for the cars."
They bid his parents adieu and walked out toward the street. Beatriz pulled out her phone and opened her calendar, and they found a time after school that week for Colton to come in.
"So, you play lacrosse? You any good?" asked Beatriz, a twinkle in her eye.
"Yeah, I'm alright. Good enough to be team captain this year."
"And modest too," she smirked. "So, you're good at handling a long stiff pole, are you?"
That got a laugh out of Colton. "Yeah, um, unfortunately I think I have to say that's true."
A car pulled up in front of them. "Well, I think this is me," she said. She walked towards him and pressed her clutch against his abdomen as she said, "I'll see you Wednesday at 3:30, ok?"
"See you then, Doc."
Beatriz walked to her car, a bit of a sway in her step. As her car drove away Colton said to himself, "Mrs. Robinson, are you trying to seduce me?"
Colton stood on the curb waiting for his Uber and looked back at the hospital. Through the large glass windows, he could see his mother looking glamorous in her gown. He thought back to a year ago, the last time he attended an event like this with his parents. He'd gone home early then too and was lying in bed when they got home. They were making a lot of noise in the kitchen and he'd gone downstairs to ask them to keep it down, but as he got to the bottom stairs, he saw something he'd never expected. His mother had taken off her gown and bra and was on the kitchen island facing the stairs as his father fucked her. At first her eyes were scrunched but she opened them, and locked eyes with Colton. She didn't scream out or yelp, she just looked at him as his father continued pumping his cock into her. They looked at each other for probably 30 seconds, though he remembered it felt like much longer. Colton's eyes dropped to take in her gently jiggling breasts and then back up to her eyes. His mother closed her eyes again, and Colton quickly and quietly went upstairs. The two of them had never spoken about it.
His Uber driver honked his horn and broke Colton's reverie. He got into the car and went home.
"Colton Rivers?"
Colton stood and raised his hand as he walked over to the nurse.
"The doctor will see you now."
She walked Colton back to an examination room and told him to change into a thin gown. He put the gown on and sat on the examination table for a few minutes before Dr. Pastor entered. Colton had expected the white coat, but Dr. Pastor wore a rather form fitting coral colored dress, with a deep neckline that revealed some of her tan cleavage.
"Colton, how are we today?"
"I'm good, Doc, how are you?"
"Call me Beatriz."
"How are you, Beatriz?"
"I'm doing well. Alright, so we're doing a physical today. So, I'm gonna listen to your heart, look in your mouth, all that jazz, then I'll ask you a few questions, and then we'll be done, sounds good?"
"Sounds good."
Beatriz put her stethoscope in her ears and walked over to Colton to listen to his heartbeat. She placed the stethoscope on his chest and listened for a few seconds. He was naked under the gown, and her close proximity made him nervous and excited. It didn't help that with her their height difference and her standing right next to him he got a view right down the top of her dress.
Beatriz looked up, and Colton thought she might have caught him looking at her breasts. He knew she had when she asked, "Any reason in particular you'd have an elevated heartrate right now?" Colton played it off by saying he always got nervous during medical exams, but she smirked at that. When she moved to listen to his lungs, one hand guided the stethoscope around his back while her other hand rested on his knees, inches away from the hem of the gown.
"Alright, so..." she looked at his chart, and her brows raised in surprise, "Oh! You're eighteen!"
"Yeah, I'm a summer baby, my parents decided to put me in the lower year, apparently it has 'educational benefits'"
"Right..." Beatriz grew quiet for a moment, then briefly squeezed her eyes hard, and opened them again, as if to refocus.
"Okay, question time." She sat on a rolling stool and asked if he smoked, how much he drank, how often he exercised.
"Are you sexually active?"
"I'm always confused by that question, like right now?"
