Healing Kisses Ch. 01: First Kisses

~Thank you to Lenawanders for proofreading this story.~

~Thank you to Pixiehoff for editing this story.~

"Clock is 23:42. Thank you for all your help ladies and gentlemen." Dr. Rowan Bentley left the operating room and took off her bloodied apron, gloves, mask and cap and tossed them in the hazardous waste bin. At thirty nine years old she was one of the youngest head surgeons at St. Cynthia in Foxchester United Kingdom. They just lost another patient and now it was her job to tell the family.

As she entered the waiting room a woman and two young boys ran up to her with tears in their eyes.

"How is he? How is my Gregory?"

"I'm sorry ma'am, but we weren't able to save him. We did everything we could do, but his injuries were just too severe, and he passed. I am truly sorry."

The woman began to weep heavily and a nurse came over to sit her down and try to comfort her, a woman who just lost her husband, and two boys who just lost their father.

In the quiet, still, moonlit ward, the soles of Dr. Rowan Bentley's shoes whispered against the shiny tiled floor. Her eyes flickered between the opened doors of the mostly empty patient rooms. She was short at just five feet tall with dark brown hair and dark brown eyes, and a very small 28AA bust. Because of her small stature she was often thought of as being much younger. She looked at the clock above the nurses station as it ticked away the hours, each minute seemed to take forever to move over.

Rowan retired to her small office, sat at her desk and put head in her hands. Losing a patient always weighed heavily on her. She heard the faint voices of people outside and the squeaking wheels of the odd gurney passing by her door. She looked at the clock and saw it was 23:48.

"Ugh, another two hours."

She hated working the overnight shift. Her whole life she had been all about helping people, so becoming a doctor was her calling though at times it was busy and draining.

It was then she heard ambulance sirens coming closer.

"Here we go again," she groaned as she got up from her chair and went into the hallway to see what came in.

In a few moments two paramedics rushed in, one holding an intravenous bag high up.

"Doctor, doctor," one called out. "Female, looks mid teens to early twenties, unconscious, car accident, she was the only occupant of the car."

"Okay okay move her into the OR now. Cara, Barry George?" She looked around.

They all looked in her direction.

"All of you scrub up, OR now. Cara bring the tray"

As the paramedics wheeled the patient into the OR all Rowan saw was a young blonde girl covered in blood 'quite attractive' she thought as she and her three assistants began scrubbing their hands and pulling on gloves, aprons, masks and caps and entered the operating room.

Dr. Bentley looked down on the body of the young woman on the table. All she saw was crimson blood and ivory skin under the stark theatre lights. Light blonde hair just past her shoulders she was also very short right around five feet tall. The steady rhythm of beeping machines was the only sound. Rowan's gloved hands moved cautiously and meticulously as she operated on the young woman. She could feel the warmth of her body beneath the cool latex, the subtle quiver of her muscles as she worked.

Then another girl came in from another ambulance.

Dr. Lena Wanders the other surgeon got up and immediately approached

"What do we have?" She asked anxiously.

"Female, looks late teens, she was in a car accident," one of the paramedics said.

"Wait, another? We just received another accident victim. She is in the OR as we speak. Put her in OR two. Let me scrub up. David, Susan, Veronica scrub up and help me out."

Lena was just under Rowan as a surgeon as Rowan was the head surgeon. She was more than capable of running a surgery on her own. She stood at five feet six, with white skin and brunette hair, and quite busty with a 38DD chest.

Dr. Bentley finished up her procedure.

"Okay, she's stable, put her in an empty bay and I will check in on her later. Did the paramedics leave any personal belongings? Maybe we can find out who she is?"

"I think they did leave some stuff out front," Cara responded. "June would have it."

Rowan excited the OR and disposed of the bloody clothes in the hazardous waste bin again and walked to the nurses station.

"June did the paramedics have any belongings of the accident victim?"

"Which one?"

Rowan looked at her quizzically.

"There is another one in OR two right now with Dr. Wanders," June told her. "Here is what was brought in with your patient," June said as she retrieved a purse and backpack from behind the desk and placed it on the counter.

Rowan looked through the slightly tattered white leather purse for a wallet and hopefully some identification. She found a wallet and looked through it and saw her home address in Leatheringhead. She wondered what she was doing here in Foxchester which was a three hour drive away. Then she looked at the name, Ellen Philips. Her picture was a cute smiling face and she was stunningly beautiful. Next she looked through the backpack and found a cell phone among a bunch of clothes but was unable to look through it as it was locked with a combination.

"What about the other girl?"

June handed her another purse. A mix of a brown and burgundy color, it looked almost brand new. She found a wallet and saw the driver's license with a Foxchester home address. Then she looked at the name.

"Bree Smith," Rowan said to herself.

She too was also a cute blonde, with beautiful brown eyes.

Just then Lena came out of her own OR taking off her bloody scrubs then walked over the nurses station towards Roman and June.

"What do you think the chances are that these two were both in the same accident?"

"Pretty high," June said and Rowan nodded in agreement.

"Well her x-ray and CAT scan show nothing serious aside from a few serious cuts, scrapes and bruises, I'd say she's pretty lucky. What about yours Rowan?"

"The same but I want to keep both of them here at least for four days to monitor and keep an eye on them. When they wake up we can ask if they want us to call or notify anyone."

Over the next couple of hours Rowan periodically checked on both patients, but neither was awake. She thought that was good, rest was always the best medicine. The rest of her shift was quiet. She wrote a report for the next shift about the two new patients and what they knew so far as well as injuries and surgeries performed. Finally 2am rolled around Rowan was happy to go home and sleep herself.

The next morning Rowan was happy to get to work to see how her two new patients were doing and hopefully both awake. She arrived at the hospital, went down to the basement to her locker, donned her white lab coat, put her stethoscope around her neck and headed up to see her patients. In Ellen's room there was a man and woman who she assumed were her parents so she went to see Bree.

"Good morning Bree," Rowan said cheerfully as she entered the room and saw she was awake. "I am Dr. Bentley, the head surgeon here. Do you know why you are here?"

"I was told I was in a car accident."

Rowan had to hide her giddiness; her voice was absolutely darling. High pitched and innocent sounding.

"Yes, last night Dr. Wanders, another surgeon here performed surgery on you. It looks like she patched you pretty nicely. Is there anybody you would like us to contact?"

"Oh no they already did that. My parents came and left and will be back."

"Can you please follow my finger for me?" Rowan asked as she held up her index fingers and moved it left to right, then right to left. "You seem fine so you have the call bell just ring if you need anything."

"Thank you," came Bree's sweet high pitched voice.

Rowan then checked on Ellen, the most recent object of her desire. The older man and woman were still there.

"Good morning I am Dr. Bentley, head surgeon here at St. Cynthia."

"Good morning, I am Henry," the older man said, extending his hand and shaking Rowan's hand. "Ellen's. father."

"And I'm Grace, Ellen's mother," the older woman said, shaking Rowan's hand. "I understand our little girl had an accident last night?"

"Yes that is what we were told I did some surgery stitches, bandages, some surgical tape. The good news is no broken bones and no internal injuries. We do want to keep her for several more days just to make sure and for observation."

"Oh that is fine," Henry said.

The rest of the day was pretty slow, a steady stream of patients for fairly minor things. Then came the ever too often quiet night time. Again Rowan walked the halls when she heard moaning coming from Ellen's room.

With her stethoscope around her neck she felt her own pulse quicken as her heart raced as she approached Ellen's room. The door was slightly opened and Rowan quietly looked inside to see if Ellen was in distress. All she saw was a silhouette lightly writhing on the bed. She thought she could be having a nightmare which just wouldn't be safe.

Rowan pushed the door open, the light from the hall slightly lit up the room. the form of a young woman, her body twisting and turning which could be anything. Ellen was a vision of ethereal beauty, even in her state of injuries her blonde hair fanned out across the pillow. Ellen's face had a look of desperation that sent a jolt of electricity through her core.

The scent of sweat and sweet perfume filled the air as Rowan moved closer to the bed. Ellen's breathing was shallow and sharp, her pelvis rising and falling, her hospital gown clung to her soaked in the sweat of her arousal showing her tiny little breasts. Rowan admired that being rather small herself both in stature and bust size. Ellen's skin was somewhat pale, with a shiny coat of sweat that made her glow in the light coming from the hall.

The doctor leaned over the bed, her eyes scanning Ellen's medical chart, taking in the information once again. Ellen's injuries were extensive, but not life-threatening. Her moans grew louder, and Rowan knew she had to act fast to calm her before she caused more damage to herself. Her heart raced with adrenaline that pulsed through her veins all through her body

Her hand slowly drifted down to Ellen's trembling hands, which were buried beneath the hospital blanket that covered the lower half of her body. The movement she saw was unmistakable, she saw that she was not in distress at all. Ellen was masturbating, her body wanting relief and release from the boredom from the quiet night in the hospital. Rowan's body took in a shallow almost silent gasp as she took in the sight before her. Her own body and emotions began to respond.

Just then Ellen's eyes opened and she saw her doctor watching her. She made no move or stop or cover up. Rowan swallowed hard, her own arousal growing as she watched Ellen's fingers frantically move. Ellen's eyes never left Rowan's. Ellen's gaze seemed to ask for understanding and perhaps shared arousal. Rowan's thoughts were taking over her; she wanted to join her, offer her more than just medical care.

Rowan's hand moved over Ellen's, she could feel the heat emanating from her body. Ellen's eyes grew wide as if asking a question and Rowan couldn't resist. Slowly she laid her hand over Ellen's feeling the rapid pulse of her patient's clit beneath the cover. Rubbing at a quick pace Ellen thrust her pelvis upward her moans grew louder.

"Ungh, ungh, ungh.."

"Oh shhhhhhh," Rowan said, putting her fingers to Ellen's lips so worried someone would hear.

Rowan's temperature started to rise and she unbuttoned her blouse letting it fall open. Ellen saw this and reached her hand up to caress Rowan's breasts through her small bra, back and forth one, then the other. Rowan could feel her nipples getting stiff.

"You're so beautiful," Rowan murmured.

Ellen's body responded, a subtle arch of her back, pushing her flat breasts upwards craving Rowan's touch.

With a tremble Rowan slid the stethoscope off her neck and placed it on the table next to Ellen's bed. Her hand then left her pulsing clit and moved up to run over the gown covering Ellen's flat breasts. Her nipples were as hard as diamonds and almost instinctively the doctor gave them a slight pinch and twist through the fabric.

Rowan's other hand found its way to the hem of Ellen's gown, slowly raising it inch by inch to reveal the smooth skin of her thigh. The softness of her patient's flesh was a siren's song despite the minor bruises from the accident. Rowan's arousal grew by the second as she slid the gown up even higher now, noticing the wetness of the part of her gown that was covering Ellen's pussy. Ellen's legs opened inviting the doctor's touch.

"Please," Ellen groaned in pure lust.

Rowan's fingertip grazed over Ellen's trimmed pussy. She felt a warm, slick wetness, evidence of the effect she was having on her. She paused, almost studying the moment, before gently sliding her fingers through the soft curls of Ellen's hairs and gently into her pussy.

Ellen's body quivered under the doctor's touch. Her breaths came in short, sharp gasps as her pleasure grew. Rowan's fingers now a steady movement back and forth inside the sweet blonde's pussy.

Ellen's hips began to rock in rhythm with the doctor's hand, her legs shook as she felt the orgasm that was building inside her trying to hold it back and prolong this forbidden act of love. Her hands moved up and gave her tiny breasts a hard squeeze.

"Argh," she groaned rather loudly.

So much so it caused Rowan to tremble.

"Oh my gosh shhhhhh, please." she pleaded with her patient.

Tears pricked her eyes, she knew what he was doing was so wrong but it felt so good. Rowan leaned down and gently kissed Ellen's lips not to aggravate the stitches on her face. Ellen's mouth opened in response as their tongues licked each other's while exploring each other's mouth. She couldn't hold back anymore looking at Rowan's pleading eyes to keep quiet, she put her hand over her mouth as her body began to shake and Roman felt Ellen's orgasm explode and coat her fingers. Rowan slowly removed her fingers dripping and looked at Ellen who just looked back up and smiled. With that smile Rowan closed her eyes and pushed her two fingers in her mouth licking, sucking and swallowing all of Ellen's juices.

Then the realization came back, she was the doctor and this was her patient.

"Oh my gosh," she exclaimed and she quickly buttoned her blouse back up. "Let me get you a new gown and change your sheets, I will be right back."

She put her stethoscope back around her neck and left the room. After changing Ellen's gown and giving her new fresh sheets Rowan was back in her office again with her head in her hands. What she did was so wrong, on so many levels. Was it love? Was it lust? She just didn't know.