Vicky & KaylabyImSoGay©
I lay on my side, on my expensive 600 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets. At that moment I felt childish for crying like a baby. People died all the time and no one knew that better than me. As a heart surgeon it was my job to repair the otherwise irreparable and I was good at my job. Years of careful planning and dedication had gotten me that. Countless hours studying and more overtime than any human should do, most of it unpaid, had made me the best in my field and as a result I had become accustomed to the few who died here and there on my table. They were as good as dead when they walked in anyway, I was their last chance and I understood not all of them could make it. But I still couldn't stop the tears that flowed down my face.
My day at work had been horrible. That day all I had to do was repair a simple heart murmur. The patient was a three year old child who had heart issues her whole short life. The murmur had been detected in the child's native country of Somalia. The child's parents didn't have the money to seek medical treatment but an international program managed to help out and sent the child to me, free of charge. The condition had been worse than I was lead to believe. A simple heart murmur turned out to be a serious heart valve issue that wasn't detected at the hospital. That combined with the child's small size made it impossible for her to make it through the procedure. Her stats started dropping as soon as I had her opened. I barely even made it to her heart before the time of death was called. All my colleagues told me that it was of no fault of mine that the little girl died, I knew that but a child had still died on MY table, under my hands. I had to deliver the news to the child's temporary guardians and that was when I realized that I didn't even know her name. I mumbled through the explanation of what had happened before clocking out for the day and speeding home.
Tears soaked my incredibly soft sheets as I felt a soft body slide in behind me in the bed. I knew who it was and if anyone could repair the pain in my heart it was Vicky. I knew her body better than I knew my own, that was for sure. Her body was, as always, soft and warm. Her legs bent into mine, her knees pressing against the back of mine. Her right arm found its way under my head and cradled me softly. Oh, how I loved her.
"You okay, baby?" She whispered into my ear as she moved hair away from my neck. She kissed the exposed flesh on my shoulder then her left arm encircled my body, hugging me tight. She knew my work was hard and this hadn't been the first time she had come home from a long day at work (as a psychiatrist) only to find me sobbing on the bed.
"No." I replied weakly. I grabbed her arm and wrapped it tighter around my lithe body. I slowly told her what had happened and she just nodded and kissed my neck and shoulder as I spoke, comforting me when it became hard to speak.
"Do you know her name now?" Vicky asked carefully, trying not to go all shrink-ish on me. She knew I hated it when she tried to evaluate me.
"Yeah but it's a little late now don't you think? I probably should've known that before I killed her." I told her angrily. Vicky just held me tighter and kissed me again.
"First off, you didn't kill her, Kayla. You were her last chance and if you couldn't do it then no one could've. Secondly, you know her name now and although you're right, you should've known that before, now you won't forget it."
"I really don't want to talk about this anymore." I said as I wiped my face off.
"How about we just take a nap?"
I nodded and Vicky wrapped her arms around me after turning off the bedroom light. Sleep didn't come so easily to me and I knew Vicky wasn't sleeping either. She just ran her fingers along my naked skin until I was able to find some not-so-peaceful sleep.
I don't know how long I was sleeping but the clock read 2:12 am when I finally got up. I was awakened by a chill that ran across my back. Vicky had gotten up and had left my back uncovered. I wrapped myself in the sheet and sat up on the bed. I was about to get up and find my love when she walked into the bedroom again wearing nothing but a pink nearly see-through nightshirt and a pair of panties.
"Oh shit, did I wake you up? Damn, I was trying to be quiet." She said as she placed a tray on the bedside table. I could smell what it was. Hot chocolate with whipped cream and sugar cookies. Both of my favorites. I pulled Vicky into my arms and she tumbled onto my lap. She had baked fresh cookies while I slept, she as more than I deserved.
"No, you didn't wake me up." I told her as I kissed her lips. Her soft flesh touched mine and in that moment I forgot everything bad that had ever happened in my life. When I was with her she was all that mattered.
"Relax there, tiger." She laughed as she stood back up. "Drink this before it gets cold. It will make you feel better." Vicky handed me the hot mug and I drank slowly at the delicious concoction. No one could make hot chocolate like Vicky, no one. When the chocolate and cookies were gone, Vicky just sat and looked at me for a moment. When I started to feel a little awkward, I asked her why she was staring.
"No reason, I just love the view." She said swiftly. I had to laugh at the fact that she was so serious. I didn't doubt her answer for a second. It was almost like she knew what I was going to ask before I even spoke, like she knew her answer. I leaned in and kissed her again.
"I love you, you know that?" I asked her as I cuddled her close to my body. She sighed and held onto me.
"I know that baby, just like you know I love you." She answered. Abruptly she sat back slightly and stared at me again. "Hey, shouldn't I be holding you?"
"Nope." I said playfully. "You are exactly where you need to be, in my arms."
"That was smooth." She giggled. "Very smooth." That sent me into a fit of laughter. I quickly flipped her over and pinned her under me. I kissed her softly but I wasn't surprised when her tongue licked at my lips. I opened my mouth to her and our tongues danced around in a pattern that they had done a million times over.
"No more of this." Vicky laughed as she finally pushed me off of her. She was panting softly as she tried to catch her breath. I simply smiled at her. She was everything I loved in the entire word. "You have a lot of work tomorrow and it's already late. So stop tempting me and let's go to sleep."
I grabbed her and kissed her again, ignoring her comments. I even stepped it up a notch as I started to rub her nipple through her thin top. "We slept all afternoon."
"Why must I always be the grown up?" Vicky panted out as she furiously tried to push my hand away.
"I'm a big girl, Vic; you can let me make my own decisions." I laughed as I kept my fingers tightly attached to her nipple. I knew she was right, at least partly. I needed rest but I knew I could do it.
"Okay that's it." Vicky sat up and pushed me off of her completely. I smiled and watched as she rubbed her face in frustration. She wanted sex just as much as I did. "It's a quarter to three in the morning and both of us have to work tomorrow. If you can't act like a responsible adult then I am going to make you sleep on the couch."
"Okay. Okay! If that's what you want then that is what you'll get." I couldn't help the small laugh that came from my lips. I lay my body back on the bed, facing the ceiling. "Babe, you want me to turn the air up a bit?" I asked in a calm and level voice a few moments later.
Thinking she had won her little battle, Vicky nestled herself back into bed. "No, I'm okay. Why do you ask?"
"Oh nothing, I just noticed that your look a little chilly." I remained calm and suppressed the laughter that caught in my throat. We both knew I was talking about her nipples that were more than a little visible through her thin pink nightshirt.
"If that is your gauge for room temperature then you might want to turn on the heater for your own benefit." She laughed as she ran her finger over my own erect nipples.
"Yeah I guess you have a point but at least my panties aren't wet." I mumbled, angry that she had beaten me yet again.
Vicky got close to me and wrapped her arm around my stomach as she cuddled close to my body. I was no longer angry, I couldn't be. But then she whispered to me. "You're not wearing panties, baby, but that doesn't mean you aren't wet. You are, aren't you, my love?"
I stayed silent and pouted. I had wanted to make her want me but she always won the teasing contest. She could always get me wet just by looking at me or smiling. Smelling her perfume turned me on to no end. Hearing her voice made me weak in the knees. Basically, I was in love with her and she could do no wrong in her attempts to arouse me. She could do no wrong period.
"Don't make me find out myself, Kayla. Just tell me. Tell me that you're just as wet as I am." She continued to purr in my ear. I was about to reach over and put my hand in her panties before she could stop me. There would be no way for her to stop me once I got my hands on her. I was about to show her just how easily I could win our little competition. But she didn't want that and I only wanted to give her what she wanted.
"You're being mean to me." I muttered pathetically, ignoring her alluring voice. She instantly relaxed then kissed softly at my shoulder.
"Forgive me, love. I was just teasing you. Tomorrow we can do whatever you want when we get off of work. We both should get home early if everything goes well." She held me tightly and once again everything was okay. I extended my arm out and slid it under her shoulders. I almost laughed when she snaked her top leg out over mine. I could feel just how wet she was and I was surprised that she had had the self-control to stop me when she did.
"I love you, you teasing bitch." I whispered playfully as I kissed her forehead. She laughed out immediately. Her soft chuckles shook her body against mine and it made me smile. There was always a level of comfort between us that made my life seem perfectly right no matter what was happening.
"I love you too, baby." She said between giggles. Her voice made me smile even more, as it always did. It was soft and sweeter than any sound other sound that I had ever heard. "I love you too." She repeated for a second time as she calmed down.
We cuddled together for a long time when she finally fell asleep against my chest. I ran my fingers through her short black hair. She always wore it in a cool and modern style that hung down to her jaw line in a sexy and sleek manner. Her eyes were shut softly, hiding her golden irises from me. Her expertly toned body draped across mine and I silently wondered what I had done in my life to be lucky enough to deserve the goddess that clung to me. In reality I knew I had done nothing and I absolutely did not deserve her but I was thankful I had her. Actually honored was more the correct term, honored that she had chosen me. I was pretty "plain-Jane"/girl-next-door. Even in my third decade (same as Vicky) my looks hadn't changed much since I was about 17. I had long light brown hair and my body hadn't changed much either. I still had the skinny and lanky and short body I had back then (barely 5'2" to Vicky's 5'8"). A thin waist, small chest (barely B size compared to Vicky's full C) and skinny legs made me laugh when I looked in the mirror but the way Vicky looked at me made me feel like I was 5'11 and I belonged on a runway. And while I didn't see what she saw, I loved her all the more for the intensity with which she loved me. The passion I saw in her amber eyes on a daily basis made me want to cry at times. No one had ever loved me as much as she did and there wasn't one person on the planet that I loved as much as I loved her.
The next day at work was easier... and by easier I mean no one died. The surgeries weren't the easiest I had ever done but by the end of the day I wasn't exhausted and I was able to leave at a decent hour. Since I was the leading surgeon in my field at the hospital that usually meant that I didn't have to work the crazy hours that the general surgeons did and for that I was eternally thankful. By 5:45 pm, I was at home sitting on the resting my feet on the coffee table with a cold can of soda in my hand.
I knew it would only be a little while before Vicky got home and honestly that's all I could think of. I thought of her sexy legs, amazing breasts, succulent thighs, delicious tongue and oh so many other divinely yummy body parts. My mind spun. We had been together for nearly nine years and I never felt my need for her falter. It never died and it didn't even pause, even when I wanted it to so I could form a clear thought. I thought of her every time I saw a woman with black hair, or a woman with light brown eyes or nice legs or large boobs. I never lusted after those women, not even a little. I would compare them to the woman of my dreams (who just happened to be the woman who happened to be in love with me). I knew these women couldn't hold a candle to Vicky. Not pretty enough or smart or funny or witty or anything else. But after a while I realized that no one would ever be enough. Vicky was my other half, the soul-mate that God had made just for me and I knew I would cherish her until the day I died. Not even if I lived a million years would I find anyone to replace my...
"Baby, wake up." Vicky said as she kissed my cheek and pulled the unopened soda can from my lap. I had fallen asleep on that couch with my feet perched on that coffee table and the condensation from the unopened can I had left next to me had left the side of my pants icy cold and damp. In my half-asleep daze, I looked at her quizzically. Vic grabbed my hand and tried to help me up. "Let's get you to bed."
Her soft words were all the initiative I needed. "How about I get you bed?" I asked as I rubbed my eyes and tried to focus. I knew how lame it sounded especially since I kind of yawned in the middle but I knew I had to get my game on if I wanted to get my gorgeous girl into bed and trust me, I always wanted to get my girl into bed.
"How about you have some coffee before you partake in any strenuous activity?" She giggled back. She tried to pull me back up towards the bedroom but I just grabbed her and pulled her onto my lap. Which was probably better since I was still a bit asleep. Dragging her to bed might have been an issue at that particular time so I decided to take advantage of the opportunity to get my wits about me.
"How about I have you instead?" I told her as I kissed the sides of her throat as I held her body tightly.
"How about we stop answering questions with questions?" She laughed. Vic stood back up and smiled at me.
"How about you stop dodging my questions by answering them with questions?"
"How about..." before she could even think of saying anything I pulled her back into me.
"No ma'am, no more." I was definitely feeling awakened at that moment. My girl was straddling me (I was very lucky with how she landed) and I wanted more. I kissed her roughly but she didn't seem to notice my fervor. She returned it with less urgency but with no less passion. When I tugged on her bottom lip with my teeth she giggled and sat back a bit.
"You must've been having a pretty great dream if you woke up this horny."
My hands were rubbing her knees gently trying to focus on her words and not just the overwhelming desire that I had to taste every inch of her. I just nodded to what she had said.
"I bet you were dreaming about a girl."
Again I nodded.
"Was she pretty?"
She got yet another affirmative head movement from me.
"Divinely so." I decided to finally answer her with words as I began to kiss and lick at her neck again.
I laughed but continued working on her neck. "Genius."
"Did she love you?" Vicky's words started becoming more breathy and less relaxed. I was getting to her by sucking on her neck and both of us knew it.
"I'm sure of it." I answered as I took a gentle bite of her soft and yielding flesh.
"Do you love her?" Vic asked as she pushed me off for a second. I could see the lust in her eyes. She wanted me, badly.
"More than life itself." I replied honestly and immediately.
"Who was she?" An evil grin crossed Vicky lips and it made me laugh. She was trying to gain the upper hand. She knew how bad I wanted to say it was her. To let her know just how much I needed her and I would do that but at that moment I couldn't give in, not just yet. "Who was she, Kayla?"
That brought me right back to earth. "I'm not really sure." I grinned. Vic drew her eyebrows together and smiled a thoughtful and menacing smile. I was slightly worried. She was very clever and I knew she'd win. She always did.
She pressed into me a bit harder, pressing her pelvis into mine, and she propped her head next to my ear.
"Who was she, baby?" She whispered so close to my ear that I could feel her lips brush my skin.
"I...I... I don't know." I stuttered like I had gone instantly moronic. That was how she always won; buy making me lose my mind for her... it didn't ever take much.
"Who was she?" She repeated but this time she punctuated her sentence by taking my earlobe into her mouth. I bit my lip and tried to keep my resolve but it was fading fast.
I didn't trust my voice so I just shook my head making her tug at my ear slightly. A faint whimper escaped my lips.
"Kayla, my darling, my love..." Vicky crooned those words as only a lover could. Her voice was a gentle and seductive melody that melted my insides. "Please tell me who you were dreaming of?"
She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and clasped her hands together at the back of my neck as she nestled into my shoulder. She licked and sucked and bit at my sensitive ear.
"I was dreaming about you." I said finally and way too desperately, Vic chuckled once. My words came out way too fast and it almost sounded like I had to say it. Like if I kept it in any longer it would harm me. But I guess that's exactly how I felt. I felt that if I kept it in for one more second it would burn my tongue and my heart. I calmed myself down so I could finish. "I dreamt only of you like I have every time I've slept since the first time I met you. I dream only of you, always."
"You certainly know how to make a girl feel good." Vicky's warm smile was no longer one of competition or scheming, it was just love.
"I know exactly how to make you feel good... and I can make you feel even better if you give me the chance." I was instantly refocused on the task at hand, or the task that would soon be in my hand. I slipped my hands under the back of her shirt and rubbed her back softly, kneading at her supple skin.
"I don't know about that. You made it pretty hard for me; maybe I should do the same. Maybe I should tease you for hours on end until you can't take it anymore, until you beg for it." Her voice was so damn sexy. Who was she kidding, she was already teasing me and I was already on the verge of begging.
I realized I wouldn't be winning that game any time soon. "Please..." Was all I could say as my hands traveled higher up her back.
I knew I reached a sensitive spot when she started ooh-ing and ahh-ing. She spent all day everyday sitting in a chair listening to people's problems so her back was usually sore. She lolled her head back slightly as I rubbed but suddenly her eyes shot open.
"No. I have to make dinner." She tried to stand up but I kept her tight in my lap.
"We'll order something." I answered, slowly using my hands to grind her pelvis into mine, furthering both our arousals.
"I don't want to waste money when there is perfectly good food here." Her resolve was failing fast. We both knew she didn't care about money. She was stalling.