Do I have a thing for older men and men in authority/power? Yes. Will I apologize? No.
Krystal and OC- The Best Medicine
"Alright, ladies!" Palladium shouted after blowing a small silver whistle. A white volleyball came bouncing over to Palladium as the women on the court fell down into a crouched stance.
Krystal was breathing heavy, her hands on her knees as she tried to catch her breath. This may have been one of the most exhausting volleyball practices that she has had all year. Then again, the championship game was right around the corner. While Krystal had been happy that her team had beat the Winx, she soon regretted it when Palladium insisted that they practice every night for two hours, then wake up for morning practices.
"You have done an excellent job, ladies! Hit the showers and I will see you all bright and early." Palladium smiled as the girls began to rip off their knee pads, took down their sweaty hair, or loosened the laces on their shoes.
Walking over to her gym bag, Krystal grabbed her water bottle and quickly downed the rest of the water that was water felt great going down her throat but what she really needed was a shower.
"Krystal," Krystal turned around to see Palladium walking towards her, "before you leave for the night, can I ask you to help take down the nets?"
"Of course," Krystal smiled, "I think that I haven't torn down in a while."
"I asked Kara to stay back too." Palladium laughed, "Just so you don't think that I am picking on you."
"I would have never thought that."
"Excellent!" Palladium beamed, "I have to leave to run over our team travel plans with Faragonda."
"See you tomorrow morning." Krystal waved goodbye to the tall professor and coach before she set down her empty water bottle.
Kara had begun unstringing the net from the two large silver poles. Krystal walked over to the other side and untied the other side. The net fell to the floor and Krystal walked over to Kara.
"If you want to fold up the net, I can put away the poles." Krystal looked down at the net.
"Isn't that a two person job?" Kara asked as she looked over to the large and heavy poles.
"I think I got it." Krystal smiled.
"You think?"
"Don't you worry," Krystal waved a hand dismissively at her team mate.
"Well, then don't blame me if you hurt yourself. I warned you."
Krystal rolled her eyes and walked over to one of the large poles and tilted it on it's base. She rolled the pole on the wheels on the back of the base and brought one of the poles to the storage closet in the gym. Krystal smirked to herself, obviously not hurt. See? She could do it herself.
Walking back to the other pole, Krystal gripped the pole in her hand and tilted it back. However, unlike the last time, the pole slipped from its base and fell onto Krystal's shoulder.
"Ow! Son of a-!" Krystal exclaimed as she gripped her arm. The pole fell onto the gym floor with a loud and echoing thud. Kara ran over to Krystal and crouched down to look at Krystal in her pained face.
"What happened?" Kara asked as she placed a hand on Krystal's uninjured shoulder.
Krystal looked up and winced, "The pole fell on my shoulder."
"I told you not to do it by yourself."
"Look, Kara." Krystal huffed, "I don't need you to tell me that you told me so. I know I was being stupid and now I need you to walk me over to the athletic office."
"Can't you just heal yourself?"
"I need both hands and I don't think that I can lift my arm to do it." Krystal winced when she tried to lift her arm, "Please, just take me to the office."
Kara rose to her feet and helped Krystal to her feet. Walking out of the gym, Krystal and Kara walked over to the athletic office, hoping to be able to see what was wrong with her shoulder. Krystal looked down at her shoulder and the once pale skin was a deep red. It wasn't the worst injury that she had ever had but it felt so bad.
The door to the athletic office opened, there was a smell of cleaner and the walls were white. There were posters of various body parts and potential injuries of said body part. Krystal walked in with Kara and they were greeted by a small woman.
"What happened?" the woman asked as she walked over to Krystal. The old woman looked at Krystal's shoulder and knew that whatever happened, it wasn't good.
"I...I..." Krystal stammered. It hit Krystal that the source of her injury was stupid. She hadn't injured herself actually playing but instead putting away equipment without paying attention to the instructions.
"No matter," the old woman placed a hand on Krystal's back and led her over to one of the exam tables, "we will look at it and have you fixed up in no time."
Kara asked if she should stay but was assured that she was no longer needed. Taking a piece of candy from the glass bowl on the front desk, Kara took her leave and Krystal was led through a small door and to a small exam room.
Taking a seat on the exam table, Krystal was instructed to take off her shirt. Krystal did her best but found that after getting her uninjured arm out of the shirt, the other arm was another story.
"Fu..." Krystal half-cursed under her breath as she took off the rest of her shirt. If the old woman heard the obscenity, she had not made any indication of it.
The pain was sharp and dull at the same time. She just wanted them to help take away the pain. However, Krystal prayed that it was nothing more than a bruise. They had the championship game in a matter of weeks and she was not going to miss it. Not after everything that she has been through. All of the games and all of the practices that she had participated in was enough to push aside the pain.
"Now let's take a look at that shoulder." the old woman smiled at Krystal who was now sitting on the exam table in her volleyball shorts and sports bra.
The old woman put on a pair of gloves before slowly bringing her small hands to Krystal's shoulder. Her hands were cold as she placed them on Krystal's skin. This would have been uncomfortable but Krystal's arm was warm and throbbing so the woman's cool hands felt amazing.
"Can you tell me how this happened?" the woman asked again as she lightly pressed on the red shoulder.
"I was putting away equipment and the pole came undone from the base and fell onto my shoulder." Krystal explained, conveniently leaving out the part where she was doing it by herself.
"I see," the old woman took her hand off of Krystal's shoulder, "that does sound painful. Thankfully, nothing feels out of place. How did the pole fall on you? From the side or directly above?"
"Above." Krystal answered. She winced as the woman pushed harder onto her arm.
"And can you lift your arm?"
"I tried and it really hurts."
"But can you move it?"
Krystal did her best to lift her arm. She cried out in pain but her arm did not budge.
"I think that I would like to get an x-ray of that shoulder." the woman backed away from Krystal and took off her gloves.
Great. Krystal thought to herself. That can't be good.
The old woman helped Krystal off of the exam table and into a hospital gown that they had kept in the office. They left the small exam room and walked down the hallway where they entered a small area for x-rays. The old woman handed Krystal off to a woman who looked to be a little older than Krystal.
"I am just going to have you sit on the chair in there and have you put on this vest." the young woman instructed. The woman put on the heavy blue vest resulting in Krystal crying out in pain as the strap hit her arm.
"Whoops." the young woman said as she removed the strap from Krystal's shoulder.
"Whoops?" Krystal furrowed her eyebrows at the young woman.
"Sorry, I am an intern here."
"That doesn't really make me feel better." Krystal sighed.
Krystal sat down on the small chair and the young woman went behind a wall. There was a flash of light and Krystal was instructed to sit in various poses and angles so that the doctor could see all angles of the shoulder.
"Alright, I think that we got it." the young woman reappeared from behind the wall and took the vest off of Krystal.
Returning to her feet, Krystal walked back down the hall and back to the exam room where she had been before. She waited on the exam table and before she knew it, the old woman came back in carrying the developed x-ray pictures.
"Well," the old woman sighed, "it looks like you have broken your collarbone."
"What?" Krystal whispered in disbelief.
The old woman put the pictures onto a screen and turned on a light, the dark blue photos illuminating and Krystal could see the break as clear as day. That explains why her shoulder hurt like a bitch.
"Does..." Krystal swallowed, "does this mean that I can't play anymore?"
"I am afraid that your season is over."
The room around her began to swirl as she took in the news. All of her hard work, wasted. All because she didn't want to trouble Kara and she wanted to get out of the gym as soon as she could. She had put away the poles by herself before and nothing happened. Now she was out for the rest of the season.
"I believe that if you rest properly and with physical therapy that you will be able to return next year as good as new." the old woman gave Krystal a comforting smile. It wasn't helping. "I am going to have our new physical therapist come in and help you into your sling and explain what the next few months are going to look like for you."
"Months?" Krystal gasped, her eyes growing wide with shock.
Her question was left unanswered as the old woman walked out of the small exam room. Krystal did her best to steady her breath and to hold in her tears. There was no way that she wouldn't be able to play. They must have had someone else's x-rays. This couldn't be happening.
The door to the exam room opened but Krystal paid no attention to the young man who walked into the exam room. His tan skin contrasted against the pastel pink of his shirt and the grey of his pants. He was looking through the papers on his clipboard, his dark curly hair falling into his face.
"Looks like we are going to be friends for the next few months." the man chuckled as he looked at his notes. Krystal's eyes still refused to look up from her lap.
"I am afraid that you will have to look up so I can set your arm." the man said as he smiled down at Krystal. "Plus, slouching is terrible for both healing your arm and your back."
Her head rose slowly and she was met with a pair of gray eyes. He was one of the most beautiful men that she had ever seen and she had never thought that men could be beautiful but here he was. He looked to be in his early thirties and Krystal knew that he would never go for someone in their early twenties. Plus he was going to be her physical therapist. But that doesn't change the fact that he was a good looking man.
"Will it hurt?" Krystal asked timidly.
"Not anymore than the actual injury." the man shrugged as he put on a pair of gloves.
"Well that hurt a lot." Krystal rolled her eyes.
"Then I guess that this will hurt too." the man chuckled again.
"Oh just get it over with." Krystal grumbled, dreading the pain that was to come next.
"Just take nice and even breaths." the man stood by Krystal and put his hands on her injured shoulder as Krystal did her best to regulate her breathing.
With a swift motion, Krystal felt a pop in her arm and a shooting pain.
"FUCKING HELL!"
"Language, Princess." the man chuckled.
"I'm sorry." Krystal huffed.
"I usually numb my patients before that but you looked like a big girl who could handle a little pain." the man chuckled as he kept his hand on Krystal's shoulder. His other hand reached for a black sling that was on the small counter in the exam room.
"You will have to take off your gown."
Krystal looked up at the man in shock. Sensing her alarm, the man smiled.
"I can assure you that I have seen it all, Krystal. Med school made sure of that."
"What is your name?" the question slipped from Krystal's mouth before she could stop herself.
"Dr. Keller. But you can just call me John. I apologize for not introducing myself when I walked in."
"That's alright, I wasn't in the mood for introductions."
"Not many people are when they are injured." John chuckled, "May I?" He pointed to the strings of her gown.
Krystal took in a deep breath before she nodded, giving John permission to pull on the strings that tied her gown into place. Krystal slipped her uninjured arm out of the gown before John helped her get out of the other arm.
"Should I put my shirt back on?" Krystal asked.
"Would you feel more comfortable?"
"I asked if I should." Krystal looked up at John, his face inches away from hers as he kept a firm grip on her shoulder, making sure that she didn't move it.
"You seem to be covered up for now. We will put on your sling and I will give you a jacket to wear over." John leaned in a little closer. She could smell sandalwood on his body and she became lost in his scent.
"Okay." was all that Krystal could say as she watched John slip her arm into the black sling. She missed the warmth of his hand as he let go of her shoulder once her arm was in the sling.
"Are you left handed?" John asked as he tightened the strap of the sling to better immobilize the arm.
"No." Krystal replied.
"Well that will be good. You can still do your school work."
"But I can't play volleyball at all for the rest of the year."
"I supposed that is true but don't worry," John gave her a smile as he handed Krystal her shirt, "I'll keep you active."
"Come on, Krystal. You have a broken collarbone. You aren't dying." John looked down at Krystal as she struggled to lift the small weights.
"Are you sure that I am supposed to be doing this?" Krystal whined.
"Who is the one with the medical degree?" John chuckled as he placed his hands on his waist.
Krystal had been having her appointments with John for the past three weeks. His therapy appointments had taken over her volleyball practices. Palladium was shocked to see Krystal come to his office the day after her injury to see her in a sling, a doctor's note in her hand. He wasn't angry as Krystal regaled the story of her injury, even when she admitted that she was moving the large and heavy equipment by herself. Palladium had only said that he would have to have a more formal safety training session. Krystal volunteered to serve as an anecdote for the importance of following equipment safety.
However, Krystal was now glaring at the young physical therapist. She once became lost in his gray eyes and she longed to reach out to touch his silky dark brown curls. But now she felt like punching him in the face. Wasn't he supposed to be going easy on her? She was injured after all.
"I thought that I was supposed to be resting?" Krystal asked.
"I am not asking you to roll a boulder up a hill. I am asking you to pick up a one pound weight. You have to make sure that your muscles don't atrophy." John sighed. "You should keep your arm immobilized when you are not with me."
"So many rules." Krystal pouted.
"And we all know how much you don't like to follow them." John smirked, alluding to how Krystal ended up in her current situation. "And stop slouching."
Krystal glared at John before she picked up the free weight in her hand and began to do her exercises.
"You really are annoying, you know that, right?" Krystal narrowed her eyes at John.
"Whatever it takes for you to do your exercises."
The weeks turned into months and Krystal was beginning to feel a lot better. She was finally out of her sling and she was free to participate in light activity. She still couldn't play volleyball or do anything that would strain her arm. She was desperate to do something active.
Her desperation ended when John showed up to their next appointment wearing a pair of lavender swim trunks and a towel wrapped around his shoulder.
"What are you doing?" Krystal did her best not to stare at his naked torso.
"Go back to your room and grab a swimsuit." John instructed.
"Why didn't you tell me to do that before I left yesterday."
"Just came up with it today." John shrugged. "Water therapy is great on the muscles and joints."
"Fine," Krystal rolled her eyes, "just give me a few minutes to walk back to my dorm and get dressed."
"I will be waiting in the pool. If you don't get in, I will pull you in myself." John threatened with a chuckle.
Krystal turned on her heels and walked back to her dorm room. When she entered the large space, she walked to her drawer and pulled out two swimsuits. One was a green one-piece. It was practical and would have sufficed. However, her eyes went to a white swimsuit. It was a one-piece but the legs were high cut, the back was low, and she couldn't help but to admit that she bought the suit because her tits looked amazing in it. But was it the most appropriate? Absolutely should wear the green suit but there was something in her that begged her to wear the white one.
Over the past few months of therapy and light-hearted teasing, Krystal's small attraction towards John had grown into more. Electricity jolted through her body every time his hands would touch her body. The smell of sandalwood filled her nose and soon began to fill her dreams. So did his gray eyes, his tan skin, his curly hair, and his infectious smile. But she couldn't feel like this. He was her physical therapist and wasn't there code of ethics that prohibited them from being together in a relationship that went beyond patient-doctor.
Fuck it. Krystal thought to herself. She would wear the white suit and let him decide if he wanted to cross that line. She could always say that it was the only suit that she had.
Krystal put on a t-shirt and a pair of athletic shorts over her body before she grabbed a bag with her towel and things for showering before she walked out of her room and back to the indoor pool. Placing her things in the locker room, she wrapped herself in her light green towel, hiding the scandalous white swimsuit.
Entering the pool area, Krystal saw that the area was empty save for John who was in the middle of the pool. His back was to Krystal as he moved his hands under the water. She looked at the muscles in his back and felt her knees go weak. Get it together, Krystal mentally slapped herself. She cleared her throat and John turned around to face her.
"Ah, you came." John smiled.
"I knew I would be in more trouble if I didn't come." Krystal rolled her eyes.
"She finally learns."
"Yeah, just took me a few months." Krystal giggled.
Their "relationship" had been rocky at the beginning to say the least. Krystal had been so resistant to the help that John was giving her. She usually wasn't as bratty but she was upset about missing the rest of the season and she was embarrassed as she tried to hide her desire for her attractive physical therapist. But now, they teased each other. Some people might even say that it looked like light flirting. His hands would stay on her body a little longer than normal as he helped her through light exercises. John used to send her to someone else for her post-therapy shoulder massages but for the past few weeks, he had taken over that part of the session as well.
Krystal hoped that this meant that maybe he was taking an interest in her. But that was impossible. There was no way that he would feel the same way about her that she felt about him. He was a successful and smart physical therapist. She found out that he was thirty-one, owned two dogs, and graduated at the top of his class. Krystal was just a silly college student. She was twenty-two, naive but at the same time so stubborn. He was sophisticated and professional and despite being a princess, Krystal was none of those things.
"Well, you should get in." John jerked his head, motioning for Krystal to get in the pool.
"Is it cold?" Krystal asked as she neared the edge of the pool.
"Therapy pools are not cold." John reassured her.
Krystal took a deep breath. Here goes nothing. She dropped the towel to her feet and kicked it behind her. Her eyes were closed which John was more than thankful for or else she would have seen his jaw go slack and his eyes bug out of his head. She looked...she...John's mind raced as he looked at Krystal standing above him on the pool deck. Her olive legs seemed to glow against the bright white of her swimsuit and he could see a lot of her leg. Maybe too much for a professional setting. But his eyes quickly went to her chest. Her breasts exposed on the sides of her swimsuit, one wrong move possibly exposing her whole chest to him.
John felt a rush come to the area between his legs. He didn't need a medical degree to explain what was happening but he was shocked as to what was causing this reaction. He had worked with plenty of women in this capacity but nothing like this had ever happened. Krystal was young, naive and...beautiful, kind, challenging, fun, witty...John shook his head before he called out to Krystal who was still standing on the pool deck.
"Are you just going to stand there or are you going to join me so that we can get this session done with and carry on with our day?" that came out harsher than John had meant it to.
Krystal's eyes opened and she looked down at John. His tan face was red and his expression was unreadable. She had never seen him this way. Was he angry? His tone wasn't the most pleasant when he called to her.
She walked to the edge of the pool stairs and slowly walked into the warm water, letting her body adjust to the temperature change. Krystal bent her knees as she walked towards John, submerging her aching shoulder into the warm water. A smile crept onto her face. The water felt amazing on her joints and muscles.
"Why didn't you suggest this earlier?" Krystal sighed as her body eased into the water.
"We weren't at this point of the therapy. You needed to heal first." John answered. His mind was more clear now that Krystal's body was beneath the water and out of his sight.
"How much more therapy do I need?" Krystal asked. "I feel like we have been at this forever."
"Depends how well today goes."
"Why?"
"If you do well, we will be done here." John gave Krystal a kind smile but Krystal felt her heart break into a million pieces. She didn't want this to be over. She wanted more time with John.
"Of course, you have to keep doing the exercises that I give you." John instructed. Krystal nodded her head softly.
"Is everything okay?" John asked as he looked at Krystal's dejected face, "You aren't in pain are you?"
"No." Krystal sighed. At least not the kind of pain that he was referring to.
"Then should we get started?"
John led Krystal through a series of exercises in the water. He was careful to not let his hands linger for what was professionally appropriate but his hands never wanted to leave her soft skin. But he was her doctor, she was a princess, and he had to keep things professional. Though she looked miserable. Something was going on.
"Are you sure that you are feeling well, Princess?" John asked.
Krystal looked up at him. He never called her princess other than the night that they had met in the athletic office exam room. John insisted that he would always call her Krystal and she was thankful for that. She liked being treated like an equal other than royalty, being a royal was suffocating.
"I am fine." Krystal looked down at her warped feet in the water.
"No you aren't." John placed a finger under Krystal's chin before lifting up her head to face him. "Now tell me what is bothering you. Is it your shoulder?"
Krystal shook her head.
"Then what is it? You can tell me if your shoulder is bothering you."
"My shoulder is fine!" Krystal exclaimed, tears threatened to fall from her eyes, "I just don't want to be away from you."
"What?" John asked.
"It's stupid but I don't want this to be over." Krystal sighed. She really stepped into it now. She wanted to swim away or better yet, drown herself right there in the pool.
"Krystal..." John sighed as he closed his eyes tightly.
"Please, don't say anything else." Krystal groaned, "We have been together for quite some time and I think that it will take time to adjust to you not spending time with you anymore. These past few months with you have been the happiest that I have been, even with a broken collarbone. I...I really like being with you and I don't want to...I can't imagine my days without you in them."
"So your shoulder doesn't hurt?" John asked.
Krystal's brow furrowed in confusion. She had just told him that she didn't want to be without him and he is asking her about her shoulder. Was this his form of rejection?
"No," Krystal moved her arm around, "it doesn't hurt."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes I am sure." Krystal replied sternly.
"Good. Then we are done with our therapy sessions."
John quickly turned away and swam to the opposite end of the pool before climbing out. He quickly grabbed his towel and escaped to the men's locker room, leaving Krystal behind in the warm therapy pool.
Krystal pressed her lips into a thin line, trying to do her best to hide her disappointment. She crossed the line. Not with her swimsuit but with her attitude. She told him how she felt and he told her he was done. They were done.
Climbing out of the pool, Krystal walked over to her towel and slowly wrapped her body in the soft green fabric. She didn't know if she was cold because of being out of the water or because of the blow from John. She was such an idiot. What else would she have expected his reaction to be?
The locker room was quiet and empty as she hung her towel up on a hook outside of the showers. Grabbing her shampoo and conditioner from her gym bag, she walked back to the shower and shut the curtain behind her.
Warm water hit her skin as Krystal stepped into the shower and hunched her shoulders.
"You really shouldn't slouch."
Krystal turned around to see John standing at the entrance of the small shower stall, his hand on the shower curtain.
"What are you doing here? I don't think that you should be in the wom-"
She didn't know how it happened, but Krystal felt a pair of warm lips on hers and strong hands gripping the sides of her face. It took a moment to register that John was kissing her. But as fast as it happened, his lips were off of hers.
"I am sorry," John rubbed the back of his neck, the water from his hand trickling down his neck and torso. "I just...I...our sessions are over."
"What?"
"I am no longer your doctor and I thought...I am sorry if I stepped too far or read too much into what it was you told me."
"No," Krystal whispered breathlessly. She stepped closer to John, "I think that you diagnosed my problem accurately, Dr. Keller."
"And the treatment?" John smirked.
"I think that you are going to need to take a more invasive approach." Krystal replied before she wrapped her arms around John's shoulders.
She placed her lips onto John's and took in the feel of his lips more fully this time. They were soft and she could taste a faint hint of coffee and salt on his lips. She knew that he liked lattes with caramel from the college cafe.
Krystal's hands left his shoulders and wrapped around his head, pulling her closer into the kiss. Her wish was granted when her fingers moved through the soft curls of his hair. It felt better, softer, than she had ever imagined.
His arms wrapped around her waist, closing the space between their bodies. John never thought that he would have found himself in this position with a patient. Well, former patient. He knew that there were legal and ethical laws that were probably being broken but he couldn't care less. He wanted her and from what she had told and shown him, she wanted him too.
The skin of her back was soft as John's fingers gripped at the tan flesh. The tips of her lavender hair were wet and hit the tops of his hands. Lifting his hands, he began to run his fingers through the silky strands of her hair.
"John..." Krystal sighed into the kiss.
John took advantage of her moan and stuck his tongue in her mouth. Krystal reciprocated the action as their mouths and tongues began a fevered and coordinated dance with each other. The water hit their bodies, causing their skin to become slick adding to the heat of the kiss. Krystal could feel something poke into her lower stomach and she didn't need a medical degree to know what was happening. She hissed at the feeling of him on her stomach and John quickly pulled back.
"I didn't hurt you did I?" John asked breathlessly. "It's not your shoulder is it?"
"How many times do I have to tell you that my shoulder is fine?" Krystal grinned, her eyes hungry.
Krystal turned around and shut off the water. Grabbing John's hand, she led him out of the small shower stall and into the large locker room area. The air hit her wet skin and sent a shiver down her spine. Though she had to admit that it was the feeling of John's hand in hers that was causing the reaction more than the cool air.
She set John down on the long bench in the middle of the locker room before walking over to the door to the locker room and flipping the silver latch. The door locked and Krystal smiled before returning to where John was seated.
"There," Krystal smiled, "now we won't be interrupted."
"We wouldn't want that."
"No," Krystal lowered herself to straddle John's lap, "we wouldn't want someone walking in on a doctor getting fucked by his patient."
A growl rumbled in John's chest, "Is that so?"
"I suppose if someone walked in on us, we could just say it is a new form of therapy." Krystal smirked before she placed a kiss on John's lips.
"I am afraid that I have not heard of that kind of therapy." John chuckled as he ran his hands up and down Krystal's wet back. Her skin was warm from the shower.
Krystal reached up and grabbed the straps to her white swimsuit and slipped them off of her arms. John watched as the wet fabric first left her arms and then her breasts, exposing the mounds of soft flesh. John's tan face began to tinge pink with a blush.
"What's the problem?" Krystal whispered into his ear, "I thought that you had seen everything in medical school?"
"You are much more beautiful than a cadaver, princess."
"Krystal." she corrected him.
His hands reached below and pulled her swimsuit over to the side. John ran his finger through her wet pussy causing Krystal to exhale a soft moan.
"Whatever you want." John growled in her ear as he softly moved his hand back and forth.
Krystal's hips began to grind on John's hand, her sex becoming wet from the stimulation rather than from the water of the pool and shower. Her lips captured John's in a deep and messy kiss. Warmth began to build in between her legs and she felt the pleasurable tightening. His fingers moved skillfully as she moved against his hand.
A finger slipped into Krystal's wet heat and she let out a loud gasp. John began to move his finger in and out as Krystal placed her forehead on his shoulder.
"Please..." Krystal moaned as she tightened her eyes.
"Please what?" John teased as his hand continued to move.
"I want...I want...FUCK...I wan't more." Krystal finally completed the sentence. "Please." She added for good measure.
"Because you asked so nicely..."
John slipped in another finger and Krystal yelled out in pleasure.
"Is that okay?" John asked as Krystal huffed, hot air hitting his neck.
"Ye...yeah...I need you." Krystal replied.
"Whatever you want." John repeated as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of Krystal. "But first, I am going to make you cum."
Krystal moaned at John's plan. She knew that she was close, an orgasm threatening to send her mind into chaos. As if on cue, the tightening between Krystal's legs reached an overwhelming tension. Krystal's mind exploded as she came undone around John's fingers.
"Ah...ah...ah...FUCK!" Krystal yelled out before her body went limp on top of John's. He chuckled as he pulled out his fingers from Krystal and wiped them on her soft green towel.
"Are you okay?" John asked through a chuckle.
Krystal's breasts heaved up and down against John's chest, trying her best to catch her breath.
"Did you learn that in medical school as well?" Krystal let out a breathy laugh.
"No," John smirked, "some things just come from practice."
"Oh, so is this just some form of practice for you?" Krystal pulled away and looked down at John.
"Absolutely not."
"Do you do this with all of your former patients?"
"I can't say that I have done this with any of my former patients." John chuckled.
Krystal reached down and buried her hand under John's swim trunks. Grabbing his hard cock, Krystal took out the smooth member and began moving her hand up and down. A soft hiss and groan slipped through John's lips as Krystal worked him in her small hand.
"I am sure that your patients have wanted you."
"That...that might be so." John sighed with pleasure, "But you are the only one that I have wanted."
"Why is that?" Krystal asked.
"You're beautiful, smart, challenging..."
"Challenging?" Krystal raised an eyebrow, her hand still moving up and down on John's hard cock.
"I like how you mouth off to me during our sessions and question everything I do. It makes everything more...fun."
"I've always had a problem with boundaries." Krystal giggled. Her mind went to that awkward situation earlier in the year when she had inadvertently gotten in the middle of Helia's and Flora's relationship.
"I'll say." John exhaled as he placed a hand over Krystal's, stilling her movements on him.
Krystal stood up and slowly pulled the rest of her swimsuit off of her body. She stood naked in front of John and looked at his face then trailed down his body where she saw his hard member twitching against his stomach. John placed a hand on his cock, trying his best to stop the throbbing but it was no use.
Her hips swayed as she walked back over to John. She swung her leg over his hips so that she was straddling him once again. John inhaled sharply as he felt the heat and wetness of her pussy on his throbbing cock.
John raised a hand and brushed her hair behind her ear. She was beautiful and she wanted him. He would worry about the ethical and professional consequences later but for now, he wanted to be inside her. He wanted to feel her around his cock.
"Are you sure that this is okay?" Krystal asked as she reached down to grab John in her small hand. She lifted her hips up and angled herself over the tip.
"No," John huffed, "but I want you."
Krystal placed a soft kiss to his lips before she slowly brought her body down. She stretched over his hard cock, the feeling of being filled became overwhelming. Krystal's nails dug into John's shoulders, leaving red crescent shaped marks. His hands were on her waist and his grip tightened as she brought herself down further and further.
"You feel amazing." John whispered as Krystal brought herself fully on his throbbing member. He placed a kiss on her temple as she caught her breath and got used to the feeling of John being inside of her.
Krystal began to move her hips against John's lap. He moaned as the feeling of Krystal's movements sent shock waves to his brain. His arms wrapped around Krystal's body as the pace of her hip movements quickened.
Placing his mouth on Krystal's shoulder, John did his best to muffle the moans that were slipping from his lips. His hands lowered from her back and found themselves cupping the swell of her ass, helping her guide her hips.
Pants and moans could be heard echoing through the locker room, the sound of slapping skin joining the cacophony as Krystal began bouncing on John.
He was about to lose it. The sensation becoming too much. His hands tightened on Krystal's ass and he couldn't help but to give it a light slap, eliciting a loud and drawn out moan.
"Did you like that?" John asked through gritted teeth.
"Mmmm," Krystal replied as a moan, "yes."
"You really are something, Princess."
"Krystal." she corrected again. She panted as she continued moving her hips up and down on his cock.
"Ah...uh...mmmm..." Krystal's face contorted with pleasure, her eyes shutting tightly as she felt the familiar tightening overwhelm her again.
"Oh yes...cum for me, Krystal." John gave her ass a squeeze.
"When have I ever done anything that you told me?" Krystal teased as she moved her hips faster.
John chuckled darkly as he helped to guide Krystal's hips. Her body slammed against his and he felt the heat rise in his abdomen. He was going to explode the rate they were going.
"I think that you should cum for me."
"And why should I do that?" John teased.
"As a princess, I command it." Krystal nipped at his neck.
"Fuck..." the feeling of her mouth on his neck sending his mind into a tailspin.
"That's right, cum for me, Dr. Keller." Krystal instructed into his ear.
"John." he corrected before he tightened his grip on Krystal's ass and brought her down one last time onto his aching dick.
"SHIT!" John cursed as he emptied himself out into Krystal. Streams of hot cum hitting the inside of her, coating her walls in his thick seed.
She sighed into his shoulder as she brought her head down to relax from their...activity. She felt the warmth from his orgasm fill her up and at the moment, she didn't care about the consequences if any were to befall her. Krystal just wanted to stay like this forever, wrapped in his arms and connected to him in the most intimate way imaginable.
However, John soon pulled out of her, his half hard cock trailed by traces of his cum.
"I'm sorry." John said.
"Don't be." Krystal placed a kiss onto his shoulder.
"I uh...um...that was..."
Sensing the fear in his eyes, Krystal gripped the sides of his face and placed a searing kiss onto his lips, "That was amazing," she said as she pulled away, "but I understand if this was a one time thing. I don't think that doctor-"
Krystal was interrupted when she felt John's lips connect with hers once again.
"Do you have plans for next Saturday night?"
"Are you asking me out?" Krystal giggled.
"I am, Princess Krystal. You are no longer my patient and I really like you," he looked down at his cock and Krystal's soaking pussy, "obviously."
"Text me the details." Krystal smiled.
"I don't have your number." John chuckled.
"I think it is on my medical information." Krystal winked.
John laughed before placing a kiss to Krystal's cheek. Even though Krystal had to miss the rest of the volleyball season, John was right about one thing, he did keep her active.
Sorry, I didn't know how to end that one. As always, review and let me know what you think!