Another Doctor

by Katherine-T
katherine-t@earthlink.net
http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Katherine_T/www/


So far the convention is ordinary, and beginning to be
boring. It's the end of the afternoon, the large room only half
filled, a dozing crowd. Nearly all of them are physicians,
medical people from various places, even a few Europeans,
although this is primarily an American meeting.

I've had my eyes on two women in the row in front of me.
They seem to be a couple. The older one is a brunette, the
younger one with long blonde hair. The blonde reminds me of
Cassie, and every time I look at this blonde in the row in front
of me I think of a time with Cassie, a hot time with Cassie in my
arms. One can't help thinking. I tell myself I'm exonerated. How
can I help not think about Cassie?

At the end of this paper, when the applause is finished, I
rise to ask a short question. Nothing confrontational. Mere
information. Almost trivial. When I sit down again, both women in
the row in front of me turn to look at me. We exchange glances.
Friendly eyes. Yes, these two women are definitely a couple. And
I'm envious because I'm alone.

I leave the meeting afterward, and in the early evening,
bathed and refreshed, I decide to have dinner at one of the hotel
restaurants. I hate sitting alone in a restaurant, but it's much
better than eating alone in a plastic hotel room.

As I enter the small restaurant, I notice the two women who
were at the meeting with me in the afternoon. They notice me as I
wait for the restaurant hostess, and the older woman gestures to
an empty chair at their table. An invitation to join them. When
the hostess arrives, I say: "Some people I know are over there,
and I'd like to sit with them."

The hostess nods, picks up a large menu, and escorts me to
the table.

The two women smile at me as I sit down, and I say: "This is
awfully nice of you. I'm Gwen."

And so we meet. The older woman is Melanie, the younger one
Denise. We talk about the meeting as we choose dinner. Like
myself, Melanie is an endocrinologist. She practices in
Minneapolis, and Denise is her office assistant. Not a usual
pairing at a medical convention, of course, but it's quite
obvious to me that at least Melanie is gay, and when I learn they
live together everything is explained. Denise always travels with
Melanie. How convenient. I'm envious of Melanie, desperately
envious because Denise is so attractive.

We talk about other medical meetings, other conventions.
Melanie mentions a women's music festival. "Have you ever
attended one of those?"

"Oh yes," I say. "I've been to a few."

"I love music festivals," Melanie says. Then she adds: "I
mean women only festivals."

I'm amused. "Oh, I know what you mean."

Melanie gives me a significant look and says: "I told you,
Denise."

Denise nods. "Yes, you did."

So now the fact that all three of us are gay is out in the
open. My envy grows as the dinner progresses because they seem so
well-suited to each other in an obviously polarized relationship.
Melanie is apparently the top, and this becomes even more
apparent when she says:

"Denise was talking about you after the meeting. Weren't
you, Denise?"

Denise blushes. She has such long eyelashes. Exquisite.
"Yes," Denise says.

Melanie directs: "Tell Gwen what you said."

Embarrassed, Denise says she thinks I'm very attractive.

Melanie chuckles. "Denise appreciates beauty, don't you,
darling?"

Denise blushes again and nods, her eyes on me.

The dominance-submission polarity and tension between them
is almost palpable -- and it makes me uncomfortable. But I'm
fascinated.

Melanie says to Denise: "Don't blush. You're not a child."
Then Melanie looks at me and casually says: "She has something
inside her. You might call it a reminder." She looks at Denise
again. "Where is it, Denise?"

Her voice almost a whisper, Denise says: "In my ass."

I feel an electric astonishment, then excitement as I
imagine it, imagine the bond of control between them. Melanie's
control. Or is it the bottom who really has the control? Some
people say it's the bottom who has the real control because the
top is always working to be a top.

Melanie says to me: "She's sweet, isn't she?" And then
casually: "Would you like to play with her awhile?" As though she
were asking would I like to use her tennis racket awhile, or
would I like to use some of her jewelry. Well, Denise is
definitely a jewel. And Melanie adds: "Denise will love it."

So I look at Denise. Denise blushing. Hunger in her eyes.
And I wonder, estimating what might be happening. This couple.
Nothing ever quite like this couple. I've never had sex with
another doctor, although maybe only Denise will be involved.

My eyes meet Melanie's and I nod. "Yes. I think I'd like
that."

Melanie looks pleased. "We'll have our coffee and we'll go
up to our room."

And that's it. Nothing more said about it as we finish our
dinner, nothing said but the eyes tell all. Denise avoids my
eyes, but I look at her and I look at Melanie and my excitement
grows as I realize I am probably at the beginning of something
memorable here. One more bead on my little necklace of memorable
intimate events.

In the elevator, Melanie hugs and fondles Denise. In
silence. I watch Melanie's hands. I watch Denise's eyes. I
wonder, anticipate, imagine what will happen later on.

Inside their two-room suite, Melanie tells Denise to prepare
drinks at the small bar. The layout is impressive, dwarfing my
own single small room, an indication that Melanie's medical
practice must be substantial.

Melanie relaxes on the sofa as she talks to me about the
convention again. "It's not that interesting this year. I don't
think I'll stay until the end. How about you?"

"There's a paper I want to hear on Thursday."

She nods and smiles. "Well, enough of that. Let's forget
about medicine for awhile."

After Denise serves the drinks, some wine for me and vodka
for Melanie and herself, Melanie calmly tells Denise to show me
what she has in her ass.

Denise blushes and puts her drink down. She turns and lifts
her skirt, then tugs her pantyhose down to expose her buttocks.
When she bends forward slightly, the black anal plug becomes
visible.

The madness of it excites me tremendously. I hardly know
these women. Denise has perfect buttocks, not a single blemish
anywhere, nothing but firm-looking flesh, smooth white skin.

"Come closer to us," Melanie says to Denise.

And Denise shuffles backward to stand closer to the sofa
where Melanie and I are seated. She stands with her back turned
to us, her ass exposed.

Melanie smiles at me. "Do as you like. Touch her if you
want."

Since I have already decided to participate fully, I accept
the invitation and I put my hand on Denise's buttocks. I touch
the protruding end of the anal plug and gently wiggle it to test
how firmly it's captured.

"She does everything," Melanie says. "She's completely
docile. What would you like to do with her?"

"I don't know."

Melanie is amused. "Is this a first for you? First time with
anyone like Denise?"

"Almost."

I remembered a girl in college, a tall skinny girl who
followed me around like a puppy, and who, when we finally went to
bed, wanted me to whip her with a belt. I did that twice, and
then I became bored with it and I sent her away. And then two or
three women after that, women who wanted to be sexually
dominated. Hungry bottoms. Interesting, sometimes. But I'd never
felt any excitement as strong as this -- I'd never been as
excited as I was now with Denise and Melanie.

Melanie casually ordered Denise to strip naked.

That gets me hotter. Anticipation. I want to see Denise
naked. She does it easily, peeling her clothes away piece by
piece, and then when she's naked I'm even more excited when I see
her nipples are pierced by small gold rings.

She has a shaved pubis, bald, as smooth looking as an egg.

"Come here," Melanie says, and when Denise approaches us,
Melanie makes a gesture and Denise lifts her left leg to place
her left foot on the couch between Melanie and myself. This
forces Denise into a half turn, so that now she's facing me more
than she's facing Melanie. Of course I look at Denise's bald
pussy, and my heart pounds because now the small gold rings
piercing her labia are exposed. A ring in each nipple, a ring in
each lip. And she's wet. She's dripping. The pink slit glinting
with her cream.

"Show your clit," Melanie says, her voice throaty as she
reaches to the table at her end of the sofa to retrieve her glass
of vodka.

My eyes are fixed on Denise's pussy. Her clitoris is already
partly visible, protruding thickly between two elongated wattles.
She opens herself, her fingers pulling the lips apart and
pressing back on her mons to make the pearl-like knob of her clit
pop out.

I can't resist touching her. My hand comes up, my fingers
touching the two rings. I probe a moment, and then I slide my
middle finger deep into the well, deep inside her vagina. She's
hot. And from the feel of the walls, I suspect she's ovulating.
My finger comes out wet, and I deliberately wipe it on the
underside of her raised thigh.

Melanie says: "You can do anything you want to her. But not
her ass. Her ass belongs only to me. Why don't you have her suck
you now? She's good. Show her your pussy and you'll see how good
she is."

Why not? I slip my shoes off, peel my pantyhose off, and
show everything.

"Suck her," Melanie says to Denise. And Denise immediately
drops to her knees to bury her face in my cunt.

This is raw sex, no frills, no amenities, no gentility. I'm
not used to it, and it arouses me tremendously. Denise is
talented. She knows how to work a woman. She might be passive in
other things, but her mouth on my pussy is quite aggressive.

Melanie leaves the sofa to crouch behind Denise. She removes
the anal plug, and as I watch, she pushes one, two, then three
fingers inside Denise's stretched anus. She moves the fingers,
turns them, pistons them, fucking Denise's ass as Denise sucks me
to an orgasm.

My eyes meet Melanie's over Denise's bent back. Melanie
smiles. I smile in return. The night is young and we haven't even
reached the bed yet. Two doctors working a patient between them.
With collegiality.


End

