Chapter 14

Authority Figures

Work was putting a strain on me. The attending resident was a real ass, and I was his least favorite person. I guess it didn't help that I called him a 'fumbling moron who couldn't diagnose a cold.' I said this in front of our respective boss. Of course I was called in and chastised, given a warning, and reminded that I was on thin ice. Gee, tell me something I don't already know.

Kenna had been really kind to my parents and I appreciated that, although I don't really think I told her how much it meant to me. My relationship with my father has always sucked. A former Marine Corps pilot, his idea of discipline when I was growing up would be called child abuse today, but among the Marines, his tough love was considered a part of growing up. There is a part of me that blames my mother for not doing something about it. But she tried to make it up in other ways by giving me a lot of affection and attention. I know now that some of the blame lies with her since my father isn't my biological father. I'm the product of an affair. It's possible that when my father looked into my eyes all he saw was the other man.

The night they arrived they told me when Kenna was in the kitchen that the age difference was too much and I should find someone a little older. Still, Kenna went out of her way to make them feel comfortable and that bothered them because they didn't want to like her, but she's just too likeable. I think they went home confused about how they felt and that was just fine with me.

If I'm truthful with myself, I prefer being in a relationship. I like having someone to come home to, to talk to and play with. Being with Kenna was easy because she had no expectations of how relationships were supposed to work and so she was brutally honest with me about what she expected, always calling me on the carpet when I stepped on her toes and I liked that. Most women would have just run, but after the one incident where she almost left me, she either ignored me or took me to task, depending on how egregious I had been.

I loved watching her cook, clean, study, fold clothes. She wasn't the most beautiful woman I had dated, but there was a quiet sense of pride that she put into everything she did. She had enthusiasm for the most trivial activities, a trait that I found annoying but endearing. Kenna used to read books on sex and every so often I would come home and she would be excited about something she had read. We laughed like hell over positions that 'didn't work' which made experimenting with her even more exciting.

"I found this great position in this book. It says that it stimulates the "G" spot while allowing you to also stimulate the clitoris. Come Greggie, let's go upstairs and do some horizontal tangos."

"Can I just take a break for a few minutes? I just did a 10-hour shift. I could also use some time to relax and shower. Let me have a few minutes and I promise that I'll be your sex slave for the rest of the night, okay?" I could see the excitement drain out of her, replaced by disappointment. I felt guilty. After all, here was a beautiful woman begging me to screw her brains out and I wanted some 'me time.'

She shrugged and smiled. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"A beer would be nice."

She brought me a beer and sat down next to me on the couch. I put my arm around her and watched as she picked up the remote and turned on the television. Then she handed the remote to me and we remained quiet for the next hour while I watched an old Saturday Night Live.

"I have dinner in the oven, would you like it now?" She asked me sweetly.

"That really sounds great, I'm hungry." Without any moaning she dished out the food and we ate. She asked me about my rotation and I told her about a patient with Legionnaires disease. She appeared to be fascinated, although that might have been a show, but we continued to talk without me feeling pressured to finish. I went upstairs, took a shower, brushed my teeth and cut all the stray hairs before going back downstairs. I picked her up in my arms and enjoyed the giggle I got in return.

Carrying her up to the bedroom, I gave her my sexy-man stare. I threw her on the bed, lay down next to her and started to give her kisses on her lips, cheeks, neck and those little earlobes. I unbuttoned her blouse and unlatched her bra so that she could take them both off. Licking her nipples and sucking her breasts seemed to start the ball rolling for both of us. I undid the button and zipper on her jeans and then slipped my hand inside her little pink cotton panties. As I began to rub her, I asked her, "So, what's this new position you have for me?"

She was already breathing hard. "I lay on my side at the end of the bed and you enter me that way."

"I'm up for it."

"Ooooh, I'm not sure that I want you to stop what you're already doing." She took in a deep jagged breath and began to match my rhythm with her body. I loved the way she responded when we had sex.

Her chest was wide-open and her breasts rose and fell quickly as her pulse increased. Her pelvic muscles tightened in response to my stimulation, her thighs contracted and her breathing would accelerate, becoming erratic at times. I jumped up and took off my clothes, grabbed her ankle and pulled her down to the edge of the bed. I looked down at her and gave her an order, "Turn on your side."

She smiled seductively at me and then turned on her right side, her knees to her chest. I entered her while standing at the bottom of the bed. She was so warm and tight. I angled myself so that I would be rubbing what I hoped was her G spot. Since the G spot becomes engorged with blood during sexual intercourse and if the clitoris is rubbed simultaneously, it can give a woman the most delicious vaginal orgasm she'll ever have. I have to admit, that from this angle I could see everything that was going on and I was extremely aroused. My erection was thick and throbbing. Looking down on her naked body, it bounced up and down from my thrusting. I was so wrapped up in my own sensations that at first I didn't realize she was coming. She started grabbing at the bedspread, screaming so loud that I thought she'd shake the walls down. I saw her body flush and could feel her pelvic muscles contract quickly over and over, pulling me in deeper and deeper. Her nipples became engorged and I noticed that her toes were curling. I don't think any man could have held back while watching or feeling Kenna coming that night. My own climax was overwhelming and one of the strongest I'd experienced because of the quick rhythmic contractions of her muscles. I fell on top of her while I was still coming, unable to stand. When it was over, I slipped off to the side unable to talk for several minutes I was breathing so fast. After a few minutes she climbed up to the pillows and turned over on her back. I followed.

"Greg," she said so softly I could barely hear her, "I just had a vaginal orgasm...it felt so different from the others. It was amazing." She rolled over to me and put her head on my chest. I could smell her hair and feel her soft body pressing up against me. It all seemed so perfect. What a fool I was, I should have captured that moment and held onto it for the rest of my life.

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When med school began, Kenna found herself overwhelmed with school work. On occasion, House would help her with her homework but usually he was either working a rotation or dead tired. Despite the work, Kenna found med school exhilarating and was enjoying herself even with the long hours she had to put in on the course work. House frequently found Kenna asleep at night when he would get home. She was starting to prepare a lot of casseroles that could be heated up easily and they ate fewer meals together. Kenna was also contributing more to the household expenses from her scholarship funds. She had quit her job at the end of the summer, but occasionally she would go over to see how the lab was getting along on the projects. Kenna would occasionally see House at the hospital and she would smile and wave at him when the instructors weren't looking. He'd wink or give her a goofy look. Once he even mooned her to the dismay of her fellow students. Kenna laughed.

House was having problems again with his supervisor. In reality, the supervisor was very jealous of House's ability to diagnose patients so quickly and accurately. Doctors from as far away as California were referring patients to him and not all of them had infectious diseases which meant other departments had to oversee the cases. At the end of October, House was suspended for two weeks when the husband of one of his patients got into an argument with House when House insisted he had given his wife an STD. As usual, it turned out that House was right, but the husband was still livid over the way House delivered the news.

The incident ended in House being called in a disciplinary hearing with three of the trustees who noted that House had an uncanny ability to diagnose difficult cases; however, his interaction with the patients and staff was very strained at best. He was reinstated, but placed on probation. One more incident and it meant that he would be terminated.

His certification in infectious diseases was awarded in the fall. He had been hired on probation by Johns Hopkins to work in Dennis Maki's Infectious Disease Department. House had a great respect for Dennis, but not for the supervisor who actually ran the department, Jake Carter, who House felt was good at prescribing a treatment for his patients, but mediocre at best at diagnosing the more difficult cases. House came home one day, threw his keys on the table, and started ranting, "I swear, if that asshole doesn't get off my case, I'm going to make his birth certificate a worthless document."

Kenna looked up from her text and shook her head, "He may not be bright, but you're not going to win any awards for your stellar personality. If you really think he is riding you, why not go talk to Dr. Maki?"

"Pffft, Carter was handpicked by Maki. He's not going to do anything about it." House threw himself down on the couch, "Kenna, I don't think I'm going to last long at Hopkins."

Kenna's forehead furrowed as she narrowed her eyes, "Oh come on, it can't be that bad. Try to find a way to work with him."

"I don't have a good feeling about this."

"Greg, please don't say this, you're scaring me."

Staring down at his feet, he put his hand to his forehand and started rubbing it. He finally looked at Kenna and shook his head, not knowing what to tell her to make her feel safe. His intuition, which he trusted a great deal, told him that he better start looking around. That night neither of them slept. Kenna was holding onto him with her head on his chest. He was looking at the ceiling as he kept rubbing her arm. Both of them were wondering what would happen to them if House was let go from Hopkins. Every time Kenna thought about it she would get sick to her stomach. Despite the fact that he could be a jerk, House had been her anchor.