"Yep, sure…..no problem." I notice a woman sitting on my neighbors steps as I overhear a one-sided phone conversation. I drag my ass up the steps to my own brownstone. It's been a fuck-awful day and I haven't the strength to pay much attention to who she is. "Yes, I've got the security code, and the keys….." Ah, a house sitter perhaps for Carlisle and Esme. "Cool, so you'll be back on the 13th?"
And that's all I comprehend as I unlock my front door and enter my home. Home, a beautiful brownstone in New York City. Home, a place that should be full of happy memories, a family maybe, pictures and knick knacks and shit that hold sentimental value. THIS Home, a structure where I lie at night and sleep. Even if I did have any or all of that it wouldn't do much to help me. Oh wait, I do have a cat but he doesn't even care enough to greet me. Fucking Puss.
I head straight for the kitchen and grab a beer from the fridge. I toss my keys and bag on the floor and down the entire bottle in one long drink. Did I mention I am in a foul fucking mood? I should enjoy my job, I should feel real good about what I do. And more often than not I do. But every time you lose someone, every time you have to tell a family that 'there's nothing more we can do' it wipes away all the times you've saved a life or received a smile from giving someone good news. That's all you can think of. Even as a man of science, a Doctor, it doesn't get any easier. And FUCK, it's fucking hard to lose a child.
I guess you can figure out why I'm upset.
After grabbing another beer, I drift towards the French doors leading off the kitchen. I stare outside looking and trying to think of something to break my mind of this dread. I have to clear my conscience, or I will dwell on it for the next 36 hours away from the Hospital.
I decide to take my sorrows outside since my beautiful 'home' isn't helping. I grab one beer for the road and plop my sorry ass down in one of the two chairs that adorn my shared patio. There's a line of small potted trees that separate my space from Dr. and Mrs. Cullen next door. Esme (as I'm demanded to call her) suggested it and I went with it. I sit and zone out for god knows how long, enough to realize I've finished the additional beer I brought out.
As I contemplate going for another, I hear the Cullen's back door open. Their dog, Buster scampers off the back steps and high-tails it to the garden. I watch as his short white tail disappears in the wild flowers Esme planted to boarder the walk-way. I anticipate seeing Carlisle stand against the railing smoking a cigar, but what I do see shocks the shit out of me.
A young woman with dark hair piled on her head, wearing a long and thin paisley printed robe leans against the wrought iron railing. Her arms are crossed at the wrist over the edge, and one foot is propped up on the lower railing, showing a tone thigh and knee. Her profile shows smooth porcelain skin and pink lips. Her frame is small, a little skinny, but hard to tell with all the fabric of her robe. She's watching for the dog with a slight smile on her face. I can't help but stare at her and wonder if I've finally cracked and am lost in some sort of hallucination.
An a "Ahem" breaks my episode and I blink to realize the woman is looking back at me trying to get my attention.
"huh?" my genious reply.
"You ok over there?" she asks with a smile.
I blink and frown at my obvious stupidity to continue speaking. I waved my beer bottle in front of me and mumble "long day". Shit, am I drunk already?
"Looks like it. Wanna talk about it?"
"Not particularly. Who are you?
"House-slash-dog sitter for the Cullens. They left this afternoon for Europe. Did they tell you they were going away?" She asked as she turned her body to face me. She was fucking beautiful and probably all of twenty. "You're Dr. Masen, right? They mentioned you."
"Unfortunately." I say attemptin to take a swig of my empty bottle. Damn. I'm torn between getting up to get another beer to drink my sorrows away or staying to ogle some more of this beautiful woman. I'm not in the mood to meet and greet, so go away you sexy little house sitter girl.
"Buster!" she calls while clapping her hands together, breaking me out of my inner voice "Buster, come on you tiny piece of shit." I sigh because coincidentally I call the dog that myself and I'm being rude.
"He'll be out there a while, he's a digger. Esme fusses at him constantly but he goes right back out there and does it all over again." I explain, having finally cleared my fog enough to speak with semi-intelligence.
She sits on the brick steps closer to my side and leans back on her elbows. I can barely see the curve of her breast from where I am sitting, but I do see the long elegant line of her neck and clavicle. She's simply stunning, and I am pervin' on her. Fuck it, I've had a bad day, right?
"So, you're obviously a Doctor?" she looks back over her shoulder and does a glance over my scrubs. Trying to keep our conversation going she asks, "do you work with Dr. Cullen?"
"No." I snap again. Apparently I'm having incapable of being more hospitable.
"O….K…."
"Look, I've had a terrible fucking day. I apologize if I'm rude and not very chatty this evening." I grimace at the sound of my voice and internally roll my eyes because even though I don't want to be a jerk, I am.
"I get it. Conversation over." She says as she stands up. She looks out to the vicinity of where Buster is probably digging, and then turns to step back up the steps. I watch as her legs break through the opening of the robe and then my eyes move up over the tie around her waist and up towards her chest. I can see the scoop of a shirt or tank top and the skin of her chest. I can see a hint of cleavage and wonder for a second if there's a bra on under there before I realize I am looking up at her right in front of me.
She's standing in between my parted legs with a slight smirk on her lips. I stare in wonderment as she bends forward and places her hands on my thighs. "I can make you forget about your terrible day." she whispers. I exhale / groan as her under-cover suggestion hits me. I close my eyes, and feel her weight shift from my thighs as she kneels before me.
My eyes reopen as her hands travel up my legs to the draw string of my scrub pants. I continue to watch her and take in details of her face. Brown eyes, deep brown eyes. Natural perfect skin, and pink plump lips. There's no make-up, just a clean fresh beautiful face. Her hair still piled on the top of her head looks thick and soft and I subconsciously reach out to touch it.
Her hands have since untied my draw string and she slowly curls her fingers over the top to stretch out the fabric. Our eyes meet and we silently agree that 'this' is about to happen.
I briefly close my eyes as I feel soft fingers stretch inside the top of my boxers to find my rock hard dick. Which I've just realized is rock-fucking-hard. I exhale again as she shifts my dick out and leans forward, all the while looking at me with eyes I will never ever ever forget.
Her lips part as she narrows the distance and I can all but bite off my bottom lip as she comes into contact with the head of my dick. Her lips are wet and so fucking soft. She swirls her tongue around the head and slowly moves down the length. I watch with heavy lidded eyes, her mouth moving up faster and then back down slower. The pressure of her mouth and tongue on my dick is burning my senses, and I can't imagine anything more pleasurable at this very moment. I can't imagine anything, period at this moment except her luscious mouth moving and sucking my dick.
I groan and reach out again to feel her hair. She looks up at me with those fucking eyes, and I almost lose it down her throat. Her other hand is clenching my thigh, so reach out and grasp her hand in mine trying to express to her that what she's doing is fuck-awesome. Her motions never decrease, and the pressure only intensifies meaning I'm close. My head falls back against the chair as I anticipate busting a nut. She moans signifying she knows I'm close and she's not moving.
"Jesus, god!" I groan moments later as I pump my fucking cum down her throat as she continues to move her mouth on my dick. Blinding white light blocks my vision as I buzz with my orgasm. Her motions slow and I bring my hands up to cover my face. I numbly feel her release me and then put me back in my pants. Her hands move to my thighs and I feel her weight shift to stand up. I jump to grab her wrist, but she's quicker than me. I watch as she walks back toward the Cullen's door with Buster tottering behind her.
"Wait" I finally spit out as she steps inside. "I, uh…I…..please…." I shake my head still clouded with remnants of my orgasm.
"Good night, Dr. Masen." She says and shyly smiles as she shuts the door.
I fall back into the chair and rapidly blink the confusion through my mind. I sigh and mumble the only thing smart thought I've had all night "I don't even know your name."