My Daughter the Doctor

"John, I'm not sure how you feel, but I'd be more comfortable having you come to my place for a while. We could have a glass of wine and just talk about who we are and what we hope for the future. I really want to know more of your construction company, because someday I plan to build my own home."

John was in agreement, for he was never a party guy. He liked to sit back and dream too, and although he looked forward to being alone with Dawn, he didn't expect to get lucky with his doctor, particularly on their first date. She poured two glasses of wine and asked to be excused while she changed out of her formal dress and suggested he needn't wear the jacket if he wanted to relax a little.

Dawn reappeared a few minutes later wearing a pink summer cotton pullover sweater and blue jeans. She looked great in the white dress, but the sweater and jeans blue his mind. He knew she had a swell figure, but nothing like this: she could easily be a model. John was seated on the leather loveseat when Dawn returned with her glass of wine and sat on the opposing sofa. He was disappointed she didn't sit closer, but her mother indicated she was a little shy.

"So John, tell me more about you construction business and your employees."

"This is a pretty small business Dawn. There are just four of us and I am the only full-time person. I have a fabulous trim carpenter, a plumber, a drywall man, and myself; a jack-of-all-trades, master of none. But aren't you an architect, John?"

"That's me, and architect from the University of Kansas. Much of my work does include construction planning, but to date, I haven't been hired for a major building. That may happen though as I have sketched out plans for an apartment building complex."

"What about your plans, Dr. Meade? Do you plan to stay in this area or will you be seeking other venues or other dreams."

"Truth be known, John, this is my dream. I loved growing up here, and other than an occasional vacation I plan to be here for the duration. I love the people, the beautiful older homes, and the nearby parks and open spaces. I know it sounds conflicting because I mentioned that I would like to build a new home, but owning these older places is very expensive and time-consuming unless one can afford to hire everything out. I guess if one is wealthy it's a different story."

"I think you will reach any goals you set, Dawn. Not only are you incredibly smart, you're that rare person that is beautiful in every way. You'll never know how thrilled I was when you asked me to attend the dinner party with you tonight. I would have assumed I would be at the bottom of the list of potential suitors."

"John, I am a woman that has needs just like every other woman. I work long hours, and the opportunity to meet and mingle with strangers is difficult at best. I want someone to hold me once in a while, someone to love me if only for a few hours. Being a female doctor does not necessarily mean having a great social life."

John could see some tears puddling in the corners of her eyes, and suddenly she began to weep as tears flowed down her cheeks. He stood and went to her side and lifted her into his muscular arms and pulled her close in a mighty hug.

"Dawn, I'm here with you; why are you crying?"

"I just feel sorry for myself and my inability to be good with men."

She took a deep breath before she continued trying to speak between her gasps of a fresh supply of air.

"Hush little one. You're with me, and I know what it's like to be alone. At my age and yours too, most people are actively seeking a lifelong mate. Someone to start a family with, someone to take them places, someone to travel with, and someone to commit themselves to. You have other interests too, just like I have other interests. I'm sure we both have the same short-term goals to find someone to love us, but not someone to marry. At least not now."

"Exactly, John! Sometimes I am so lonely I could die. I haven't had someone hold me close like this for more than a year, and I've never had anyone close that I truly liked. They were always someone that took advantage of a lonely person. You're different, John. You're handsome and incredibly desirable. I could barely stand it when I held your penis in my hand and couldn't tell you how much I wanted you, even if just for a few minutes."

"Little Boy must have shown you that I was attracted to you, but I didn't think I dared to call you for a date. You've already done it again, and as you may have noticed, I have that familiar bulge in my pants most any man would have when they hold a woman like you."

"John. Will you make love to me? Will you tell me you'll stay the night? Will you visit me once in a while when I'm lonely? I am only looking for someone to fill an urgent need. I am not possessive. I want no commitments, just a friendship with benefits. I will give you benefits anytime I can."

John lifted her like a rag doll and asked if he could take her to the bedroom and make love to her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and asked him to lead the way. Softly he placed her on the four-poster king-sized bed and gently began removing her garments, one by one. She was crying again when he pulled her soft silk panties from her firm bottom and reached to undo his dress belt from his slacks.

"John, I have been with a few men before, but this is a new experience. Already I have become more aroused than ever before."

She rose from the bed and removed his slacks, shirt, and boxers as she dropped to her knees and claimed her gargantuan prize. It was the first time she had ever been on her knees before a man, but she had practiced with her sex toy many times as she lay lonely in bed dreaming of a lover to fill her carnal need. John gently massaged her breasts as she brought him closer to the edge until he lifted her back onto the bed and began sucking her breasts before moving to her waiting soaked vagina. His tongue had barely entered her when she erupted and clamped her legs around John's head. It was the first time she had anyone in her grasp like that, the first time a tongue had ever touched her below the waist.

"John, take me now, please; I can't wait a minute longer. I need to feel you inside, and I want you to take me deep. Just drive me crazy with that beautiful tool I have been dreaming about for two weeks."

John lifted Dawn's legs high and draped them on his shoulders. It was his favorite position, the one that allowed him the greatest leverage and ability to attain the deepest depth with his entry. He showed restraint until he was fully buried, and then he began to withdraw himself to the very entrance before rapidly driving his thick penis to the furthest depth he could reach. Dawn was hyperventilating as she climaxed twice more before John unloaded splashing copious semen into her deepest depth. Exhausted they reveled in each other's response to their need of companionship and relief from the desires of the flesh as John remained inside Dawn for several minutes recovering.

Gradually, John's penis began to shrivel some and Dawn could feel leakage as the seamen descended to her anus and was well on the way to soaking the bed if she didn't make the bathroom pronto.

"Follow me, John, let's take a shower together and finish our glass of wine. Do I need to tell you how wonderful you were? I know for sure that I want more of you tonight, and I hope we can get together often. This was the first satisfying sex I have ever had, John."

After they showered and sat together on the loveseat, John asked if she really wanted him to stay the night. He wondered if she was concerned that her neighbors might gossip.

"John, I'm old enough to have a lover or as many lovers as I want. I don't expect to hide from anyone. You aren't ashamed of me are you?"

"Dawn, no I'm not ashamed. Without a single doubt in my mind, you are the best woman I have ever made love with." I'm going to be ready for another go in a few minutes for I can feel Little Boy swelling up with anticipation."

The next morning they made love again before John headed for the door. Dawn told him to remember, this was not a one night stand and that she intended to host him often, but she wanted to clarify something first.

"John, we are not exclusive to each other, right? You are free to start or continue your relationships, just like I am free. We are great friends that have an ability and a desire to satisfy each other, right?"

"That's the way I understand our arrangement, and I hope to have you visiting my place soon."

"Before you leave, I need to tell you something. I know you remember Julie Slats from my office. She and I have talked about you since you were in the office. As a matter of fact, we have talked more than once. She knows we were together tonight at the reception dinner, and she knows I hoped to have you stay the night with me. Just so we are clear, Julie wants to date you, and she plans to call you soon. I approved. I still approve. Julie is much like me in many ways. She is lonely, she is in love with your body and she wants you to spend a night with her. She is probably more experienced than I, or at least she was until last night. Show her a good time, and make her feel like you have made me feel. I promise I will not be upset, but I may ask if she was better than I."

"No one could be better than you, and you tell her to call for a date. She is also beautiful, and if she isn't concerned about sharing, neither am I. I only want to know you will be available when I call you for a date or want to go away for a romantic weekend."

My Daughter the Doctor -4-

Dawn called John about two days after he spent the night at her house, and when he answered the phone that night she said she needed to tell him about her conversation with Julie. He was at his computer designing a new room for a client when she called and excused himself for a moment to save the changes and shut down the software before starting what could become a lengthy conversation.

"Hi, Dawn, what's up? Are you recovered from Saturday night?"

"Hi, John! Yes, thanks for asking, I had a marvelous night. The reason I'm bothering you this evening has to do with Julie. I gave her your business card and told her to call you, but she broke down and informed me of something I had no knowledge about whatsoever. As you know, I've only known her for two weeks, and last night after the last patient left the office and we were alone she explained how she had been brutally raped when she was thirteen-years-old by three high school seniors."

"That was nearly ten years ago, and she has never been with a man since. As a matter of fact, she still carries the bite marks and the scar from a knife wound inflicted on her. She was hospitalized, but never had the mental therapy that would be available today."

"That sounds horrid, Dawn, but I'm not sure exactly how or what I can do to help her. She's a sweet girl and I was hoping she'd call, but I never expected that she suffered such pain over her injuries. I'll happily do what I can Dawn. What do you recommend?"

"First, John, I don't believe she would ever call you because she feels like damaged merchandise. I think she thinks she is inferior and not deserving to ever be loved by a good man like she thinks you are. Secondly, I thought about this most of the night and some today, and I believe you should call her. You can tell her I shared a few of the details she provided, and that you would like to take her to dinner and talk with her. I told her you thought she was very attractive and interested in dating her."

"Did she show you her scars, Dawn, and are they repulsive?"

"Not at all, John, but they are in places we women are very proud and don't show others."

"I'll call her tomorrow evening and ask her to dinner in some private place where we can talk. I expect to chat a while, maybe have a drink, and set-up another date if she's still interested. Maybe I'd have a cookout at my place for our second date. I just can't believe three teens would do that. They must have been drunk."

Dawn thought John's plan was a good one and thanked him for being so understanding, but he couldn't understand why her entire life should be punished for heinous actions others did to her. John had been thinking about scoring with her since they met, and now he wasn't sure it could ever happen, but he planned to try getting her through this sad situation.

"You're really a nice man, John. If you treat her as well as you treated me, it should be a great first step to a recovery. I'm going to see a plastic surgeon next week to determine if he'd consider looking at her and suggesting treatment."

The following evening after John returned home after work, he finished dinner and showered as he often did. He couldn't go to bed sweaty after a hard day in the hot sun. He was glad that fall was approaching when the days were cooler and the sun less intense.

He picked up the phone after developing a plan and reading his notes four or five times to help him sequentially get to the point of their first date.

"Hello, Julie. This is John Aspen."

"Oh, Hi John. Did you recover from the physical a couple of weeks ago?"

"At least partially recovered, but you medical people are pretty tough with all your demands. I guess now that it's over, I must admit it was pretty exciting to have two beautiful young women looking after my needs."

"Thank you, I think, John, what can I do for you?"

"I've been trying to build up my nerve to ask you to dinner this weekend if you're available, Julie. I could do either Friday or Saturday."

"Yes, John, I'd like that very much. I can do either night too, but I'd prefer Friday if you don't mind. Are you talking about someplace informal, John?

"I've heard about Stacie's, a new place on the near north side of town. I hear they have an assorted menu to please anyone, and a friend said there were some very private booths for people that want some privacy. Will that work for you?"

"I've heard Stacie's is good too. What time should I expect you, and do you know my address?"

"I have you at 612 Murphy Street, Suite 410. Very informal will be great. I'll probably wear shorts if it's warm or blue jeans if it's not. Can I call it a date if I pick you up at 7 o'clock, Julie?

After some additional small talk, the date was set and Julie was elated until she started to worry about her private condition if they got serious. She called Dawn immediately to tell her the good news and admitted she was pretty nervous. Dawn assured her that John would treat her wonderfully, and he would never push her into something she resisted.

When John arrived, he was wearing navy shorts with a blue and gold Kansas golf shirt, white socks and tennis shoes. Julie had pink shorts with a white button-up-the-front blouse, white flats, and no socks. Julie liked his dark skin that contrasted so nicely with his sun-bleached hair. She offered to invite him in but he said their reservation wouldn't allow time, but some other time he'd like to see the apartment because he was designing a building like hers.

Julie liked his little convertible and said she was fine with the top down. He was a real gentleman offering a hand as she entered the low seats in the BMW roadster. Their food was delightful as they sat in a very private booth where they talked about everything from basketball to nursing school and the credentials to be a physician assistant. It was nearly 9:30 when they left the restaurant and headed for a small nightclub where they danced for an hour.

Neither were especially good dancers, but the music was mostly slow and they could talk as they moved around the small dance floor. After a glass of wine and one additional slow dance when they held especially tight, they headed for the car and back to 612 Murphy Street. John got out of the car and walked around and helped Julie out of the sports seat and began a slow walk to her front door on the sixth floor. He planned to give her a gentle kiss and ask her for another date, but when she unlocked the door she stepped inside and pulled him with her.

She turned to John and surprised him completely. She raised her face to offer a kiss and as he bent down in response she said, "John can you stay a few minutes? I haven't had the strength to tell you something you need to know, and if I don't tell you now I'll probably never tell you. I need your help at least for a few minutes before you leave, John."

"Do you recall during you physical exam that we promised to never share details about your body.?

"Yes, I remember, but that's pretty much a given isn't it, Julie."

"It's supposed ho be John, but nurses and doctors talk too much, and too often topics are discussed that should always be secret. I need to reveal a secret to you because I have a problem I can never resolve unless I can share it with someone. I want to share it with you, John, tonight. Right now!"

"Gee, Julie, I hate to promise something before I know what it's about, but since you are keeping my deepest body secret, I can keep yours. What do you want to tell me, Julie?"

"It's more than telling you, John, I want to show you. Please, come into my bedroom and I'll show you and explain what happened to me when I was thirteen-years-old. Prepare yourself for the worst while I undress."

Julie removed her blouse and shorts as she started to cry softly. Her bra fastened in the front so she easily unsnapped it revealing two large breasts with five bite-mark scars. One was a bite that went above and below her left nipple. All were healed over many years ago, and although they weren't repulsive, John was unable to comprehend how anyone could intentionally disfigure a young girl. John wasn't sure what to do, but automatically he extended his hands welcoming her to his comforting arms.

"My God, Julie what kind of sadistic person could do such a thing to a little girl?

"It wasn't just one person, but three seniors in high school that tricked me into accepting a ride home in their car. They raped me as they tortured my very small breasts. When they were finished the smallest of the three opened a switchblade and scarred my pubic area. I want to show you, just like you showed me everything. No one outside my family has ever seen my scars, but I need to share this with you."

Julie lowered her pink underpants and pointed to a two inch X carved about two inches above her labia. John gasped as he saw the rough scar, which never healed properly.

"Julie, were you treated in a hospital?"

"Sure, I was transported from the side of a road by ambulance after a police officer found me bleeding as I sat nude on the curb. Listen, John, I know it's bad, but my question is can a man ever love me? I have never voluntarily had sex in my life, and I'm twenty-six years old. I'm afraid I will never have a man hold me close and truly love me after seeing these scars."

"Julie, you are a very beautiful woman. Men would never know you were disfigured until they undressed you."

"John, will you make love to me tonight? I just can't wait another day. I need to know if I'm so repulsive a man could never even get an erection."

John didn't utter a single word. Instead, he removed the belt from his shorts, then removed his golf shirt, and removed his tighty-whities exhibiting a raging penis. He asked her to tell him if he touched her in a way that caused pain. He tenderly stroked her breasts and inserted a finger into her vagina before he asked if he could suckle her breasts. He treated Julie as he treated Dawn and entered her as she cried her eyes out.

"You're not hurting me, John, you are making me feel sensations I have never enjoyed before. It's happening again."