Filthy Doctor(158)

The taxi was idling at the curb and I had gone looking for Joan, but she was nowhere to be seen. I had to assume that she had already found a better offer and was most likely showing that young gentleman what an older woman could do.

“I do hope that you didn’t take offense at what we did to you in there. It doesn’t seem that you feel that we went too far. We may have gotten a little carried away and you can account that to our Italian blood.” John escorted me into the taxi. I sat there, as we pulled away from the curb with my eyes turning and looking at them and wondering if I’d gotten in over my head.

I didn’t sleep much that night and with visions of them flying around in my head it was no wonder that I was pretty much a zombie by the morning. I was thankful that it was a Saturday and I could sleep in. I was curled into my sheets like my own personal cocoon.

I awoke to start thinking that I wasn’t alone and then I noticed that Joan had somehow gotten in without my permission. “I rang the doorbell several times. I thought something happened to you. I see that something did, but it’s not exactly what I was thinking.” She raised the stained material of my black dress from the floor on the toe of her very expensive shoes. “I would say that you had a bit more fun than I gave you credit for.” She was in a pair of jeans that molded to her body like a second skin.

“I don’t need your permission to test my limits. You brought me there locked and loaded. What did you expect to happen?” I was only teasing her and there was no way that I could possibly keep a straight face.

“Do you want me to guess, or are you going to tell me all the nasty details.” I saw that my window was open in my bedroom and one of my figurines had broken upon her entry. For an older woman, she was quite agile and had kept up a regiment every morning with a personal trainer.

“I think that it goes without saying that I got lucky. I was left with a smile on my face and a need for a repeat performance. I’m going to be cooking dinner tonight and hopefully, I will be the one that’s in control of what happens after.” I was purposely leaving out the fact that it was three guys instead of one. She could believe what she wanted to. I’m usually more forthright and telling tales out of the school was not uncommon when we got together. Unfortunately, it was usually her tales with me living vicariously through her, but maybe the tables had turned.

“I think that you are leaving something out. I’m not sure what it is, but I will find out. I’m just glad that you had fun and trust me I wasn’t exactly alone for the evening. College guys really do have the stamina to go all night long. I walked out of his dorm room with my heels in my hand and several guys giving me the eye. I do believe that I’m going to get my paramour to introduce me to some of his brothers.” The very thought of brothers brought to mind what kind of slut I was last night.

I was tempted to tell her what had happened, but I kinda wanted to keep it to myself. It was the first time that I had a secret that I wasn’t willing to share and I found the idea of letting it all hang out like something that I would never have done under normal circumstances. It could’ve been some kind of nightingale syndrome from them coming to my rescue, but I think it went well beyond that.

“Michelle, I know how it is to have secrets, but I think that it would make you feel better to get it off your chest.” She was doing her best to weasel information out of me, but I really was in no mood to play this game. “I don’t need the details. If this is something that you wanna keep to yourself, then do it by all means. Don’t let me pressure you. I do think that you have slept long enough and that we should get out there and enjoy this nice sunny day.” I couldn’t have agreed more.

We went for a jog together and I felt energized, even though I had been fucked like nobody’s business last night. It gave me a sense of self and I found that giving the brothers license to have my body was making me want to do the same thing, but in reverse.

I had never been one to ogle the merchandise, but today was a different story. Each time that a young man with a nice physique went by me, I would bite my bottom lip and feel my lips quivering. Those boys had awakened something and now that monster wanted to come out and play.

“I know that look and believe me I was the one that invented the look. Whatever happened last night has opened you up to new possibilities and experiences. I say grab a spoon and dive in. You never know how long that feeling is going to last. For me, it’s every day of my life, but I’m not like normal and everyday girls. I tend to throw caution to the wind and do what feels right. It might make me feel empty afterward, but I always find someone to take away that loss.” I had never heard her talk about herself like this and it was a real eye-opening experience.

“What I’m hearing you say is that you are ready for a commitment.” She stopped me and put her hand on my chest, which only exasperated my condition. “I didn’t mean to say anything, but do you hear your biological clock ticking? You always said that you wanted a big family, but you never found the right guy to settle down with. Perhaps, you need to be more selective and to get to know a guy before you jump into bed. I know that’s a novel concept, but it’s time to stop acting like you’re still 20 years old.” I had given her a little to think about and the look on her face was of shock.

“On some small level that is exactly the way I’m feeling. Why is it that any time that I talk to you I always come back with something of a different perspective? You should probably take your own advice, but you’ve been living in the shadows away from the real world for too long. You let what happened with Joseph get the best of you. If this guy makes you happy, then I say don’t hold back and do whatever you can to hold on to that feeling.” Joseph was supposed to be the love of my life, but he ruined that by dying. It wasn’t his fault, but I still blamed him nonetheless for leaving me after only two months of us finding one another.

“We were made for each other and I don’t think that I will ever find that kind of love. Any other man will pale in comparison. I really don’t want to put him in a position to feel like I’m not entirely invested.” We finally made our way back to my small home. We said our goodbyes and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to keep my so called relationship with the brothers under wraps for long. I had very nosy neighbors and one in particular that had a pair of binoculars that was always using them as if she was part of a neighborhood watch.

I had a feeling that those boys would be arriving around 6:00 PM. It gave me enough time to shower. There was a moment that I thought I was going to take matters into my own hands. I stopped myself because I had other ideas that were just too delicious to pass up.

I prepared the ravioli from scratch and it was the way that my grandmother taught me from the moment that I was old enough to pick up a spoon in the kitchen. I had her recipe and it was something that was passed down from one generation to the next.

The pasta was cooking, the sauce was simmering and I had a medley of fresh vegetables ready to join the rest of the meal. I even made a Caesar salad, but I didn’t take them for the kinds of guys that would be interested in a salad.

I went through my closet. I picked up the black dress and relived every single moment of last night. I smelled their manly aroma on the fabric and I stuck out my tongue to lick the stained material to bring back the memory of what they tasted like. Remarkably, they all had similar qualities and I had to believe that came from the same kind of diet that they had followed strictly. I still couldn’t believe that they lived together.

I decided to make them my bitches and the best way to do that was to catch them off guard with something that was going to make them realize just what kind of trouble they were in. 4 inch red high heels accentuated my long legs that had been shaved to a smooth and baby bare texture. The red dress had a plunging neckline and underneath was a black widow outfit that was going to come in handy to make their tongues fall to the floor. I heard the doorbell and I knew that the night was young and things were going to get interesting in a hurry.

Chapter four

I wasn’t prepared for what greeted my eyes upon opening the door. They were all dressed impeccably in black suits and the only difference between the three was that Billy was wearing a blue shirt, John was wearing a white shirt and Sean was wearing a red shirt. It was the same color that I was wearing and that was not lost on him, as he took in the sight and gave me an appraising wink to tell me that he approved.

“As promised, we brought the wine and I do hope that a Red Bordeaux will go with the meal.” It was obvious that John was more sophisticated and worldly. I think that I was going to have to grill him on his past and to find out more about these guys. I didn’t want to treat them like they were a piece of meat, although I’m sure that they wouldn’t mind. “Let me open it for you” Before he could walk past me, I took the initiative and jumped into his arms with my petite frame wrapped around him like a boa constrictor.

I left John stunned with my lipstick smeared across his mouth, as I swayed my hips from side to side to show them that tonight was going to be something extraordinary.