"And your pants," I instructed her.
She looked at me as if I had grown a pair of horns.
"You need to put some pants on Bella."
Her head tilted. Again, she looked confused.
"You're not wearing any pants and we can't walk outside if you're not wearing pants, so let's put these on, shall we?"
I was trying my best to ignore how tight Alice's scrub top looked against her bra-less chest. I busied myself by putting her clothes into a nearby plastic bag.
Bella just stared at me blankly. **Please don't make me have to finish dressing her. I don't think my poor heart can take it!**
My hands held the tiny pink scrub pants in her direction and realization seemed to finally dawn on her. **Thank God!** She looked up at me the same time she leaned over to put her foot in the leg of the pants...
...and started falling forward.
Normally, I have very quick reaction time. It was a rare occurrence for me to drop anything, because I always seemed to catch it before it hit the floor. This time, however, I wished with all my might that I had vampire speed, or something, because as Bella tipped forward, she landed with her face directly in the vicinity of my crotch.
To be more accurate, her mouth landed against my uncontrollable erection.
Then she hummed in satisfaction, leaving her mouth right up against my zipper. The vibrations were slowly killing me and my nuts all but groaned in protest. Or was that me?
Can a person die from blue balls? I'd have to Google that.
She moaned and kissed the fabric of my dress pants, snugly fitting the bulge between her greedy lips. Did I let her continue and hope she didn't remember this in the morning? I really wanted her to, medical license be damned!
"Bella?" My voice squeaked, just like it did when I was a preteen.
Her gaze traveled up, ever so slowly, and latched onto mine.
"I need you to put your pants on. It's time to go home."
I don't know where the strength came from to get the air to pass through my vocal chords.
She didn't move. I tried to will her away with my mind. I'd have to start reading up on telepathy.
"Bella," I ground out in a harsh whisper through gritted teeth, "you need to finish getting dressed. Now."
That did it. She looked down at herself and realized she had her pants halfway to her knees. Frowning a bit, she plopped down hard onto her rear and started yanking the pants into place.
Meanwhile, my penis was simultaneously thanking me for releasing it from the torture of her tantalizing lips and cursing me for prohibiting it's desperate release. Obviously, my penis didn't care if I was able to make the payments on my new Volvo.
Stupid professionalism and ethics.
As the lust fog started to lift from my brain, I realized that Bella was still trying to put her pants on. She was now laying flat on her back and arching her underwear-free pelvis into the air, in an attempt to pull the way-too-small scrub pants over her hips. I caught a flash of her glistening pussy, before it was covered up in that hideous pink fabric of the pants.
My penis and I sighed wistfully.
"All done?" I inquired, offering a hand to help her up.
"Cannn't get uuuuup."
I sighed again. **of course you can't** This girl was going to be the death of me.
"Come on, Bella. Just sit up and take my hand. I'll pull you up."
Of course, it couldn't be THAT easy.
"Noooooooo! Heeeeeelllp meeeeee!" Her whine was so cute. I wanted to record it so I could listen to it whenever I wanted.
I tried to look stern. No, really I did!
"Bella," I commanded in my most authoritative voice, "take my hand."
Surprisingly, it worked and I felt her warm little fingers clasp around my hand.
I should have known that this couldn't go down easy. It was like Murphy's Law had been written with me specifically in mind.
And with that fleeting thought, came a quick tug. This tug, which was not expected, pulled me off-balance and onto the floor, or more accurately, onto her.
Luckily, or not-so-luckily, as the case may be, I managed to straddle her as I descended onto the floor. She took that as incentive to grind her hips up in my pelvic region.
Purely going on animal instinct, I pinned her wrists to the ground and gently thrust back into hers. Menace, laced with lust, clouded my vision as I gazed down at this beauty beneath me.
"Bella, you HAVE to stop doing this!" When did my voice become so gruff?
Her hips undulated beneath me once again and I sucked in a steely breath and shook my head in an attempt to tighten my resolve.
All that resulted was her responding with a breathy handful of giggles that threatened to make me lift her right up off the floor and into the nearest wall where I'd piston my cock into her slick warmth until we both exploded with release.
And we couldn't have that. Could we? I swore my penis asked me the same question just now, but with much less conviction.
So, with careful calculated movements, I pulled my hips off of hers and lifted my leg until I was no longer straddling this temptress. My hands, which still trapped both wrists, pulled her up into a seated position and then into a standing position. It really didn't hinder her as much as I'd hoped, because she just molded herself once again into the front of my body, purring with satisfaction.
"Lesssssss go hooooommmmmmmme," she pleaded.
I tried, unsuccessfully, to pay attention to my watch and try to calculate how long it would be until the medication wore off and I could be rid of this excruciating assault to my manhood.
Two more hours, if my estimation was correct.
I grabbed Bella's wrist in one hand, and my keys in the other, and headed out the door.