Intensive Care

Intensive Care

Author's note: This story features some medical activity that may or may not be 100% accurate, so apologies for any factual errors to any British endocrinologists that might be reading this. This story has a longish fuse before the action explodes, but I think it's worth the wait.

I don't remember how I got in here, but I need to get out. All I need is something to eat for god's sake! The room keeps spinning and I keep passing out. The wall clock seems to have stopped even though the hand is still moving. Nothing anyone is saying is making much sense. I've got things I need to do! Where is Logan? Why isn't he telling them we need to go? He should know.

I'm in hospital, I get that, but I'm just hungry - is that so hard to understand? I've never felt so shaky. Now they want to hook me up to some drip or other. Why can't I just go? Logan, do something!

Here comes that doctor again. Maybe she'll make them see sense.

"Mrs Docherty - can you hear me?"

"I can hear you fine, but why aren't you doing anything? I'm just so hungry. Don't you have any food here?"

"Mrs Docherty, your blood sugar is very low. We need to connect you to a drip that will put sugar into your system. Are you able to stay still while we put the drip in your arm?"

"Can't I just eat something? Won't that fix it?"

"We will give you something, but we just need to stablise you first. This will help with that. You'll feel better after we have this connected."

"Where's my husband - can't you listen to him? He can tell you. I have things I have to do at work. I can't stay in here. Logan, where are you?"

There he is - behind the curtain. Why is he hiding there?

"Mary, I'm here - it's okay. Let them do this. It won't be long before you feel better if they do, then we can worry about all the other things."

"Logan, you need to stay here. Don't go away again."

"I'm here. I'm not going away. Just let the doctor do this then they'll know better what to do next."

"Okay, okay... just get on with it. I can't stay here - you know that."

"It's okay Mary, just lie still and let them put this in. It'll be better then."

<-O->

I must have fallen asleep. I'm still in the hospital, but at least it's quiet. I don't know where I am though. It's dark. Where is everyone?

"Logan?!"

"Mary, it's okay, I'm just here."

"Where am I?"

"We're in a room on the ward. You're lucky - they thought you would cause too much trouble in one of the big rooms so you got one of your own."

Fine, I suppose. At least the room has stopped spinning, no matter where I am.

"Logan come here." I haven't been so glad to see my husband's face for a long time, but I've never seen him so worried. "What did they tell you about what happened?"

He sits on the edge of the bed so he can hold my hand. This doesn't bode well.

"They haven't told me anything specific yet. They need to do a lot of testing. What they do know is that your blood sugar levels keep dropping dangerously low for no obvious reason, so they are going to admit you for a few days until they get to the bottom of it."

"I don't remember much. How long have I been here?"

"Only a few hours, but it seems a lot longer. Once they put the drip in they were able to control your sugar level, but that means you can't go far because you need to be hooked up to the machine."

"What time is it now?"

"It's about 9:00 at night. Now you're awake I can get them to bring you something to eat. They kept something aside for you. The doctor said she wants to run two hourly blood sugar tests, so unfortunately they will be coming in and out all night."

"What about you? Are you going to go home?"

"No, they said I can stay. This is the cancer ward, so they have family members in here a lot. They will put a reclining chair in for me to sleep on."

"The cancer ward! Oh Logan, they don't think it's cancer do they?"

I feel him squeeze my hand reassuringly. "No, they aren't jumping to conclusions. It's just that the doctors on your case are based here, so it makes sense for you to be close by."

That doesn't reassure me at all. How did this suddenly come crashing in on our lives?

<-O->

So I've had my lukewarm hospital meal, which was disgusting, and now we are trying to get some rest. Apparently they will be doing tests tomorrow, but Logan will have to leave during the day to go to work. No point him sitting here all day waiting for no reason. He has somehow managed to dose off in his big blue chair. Poor thing must be exhausted from dealing with it. He said my behaviour became very strange and unpredictable, and he actually thought I was losing my marbles at times. Just low blood sugar in the end - makes people act very strange it seems.

Now is a good time to give you a bit more information about us because sleep isn't coming easily to me.

We have been married for four years. We met at a sci-fi convention (yes, we are a bit nerdy) and it developed from there. It's easy to date someone that's into the same things you are. After a fairly short romance we got engaged then married soon after. Logan's life in the real world involves designing web services for corporations or something. Sounds nerdy again and it probably is. I don't fully understand it but it pays well. At least his appearance isn't overly nerdy. He just needs glasses for reading but most times his nice blue eyes are fully visible under his mop of curly strawberry blonde hair. He loves his football and still plays socially, even though we are both now career folk in our early thirties.

As for me, I'm employed by a trust that looks after some of Scotland's historic places. I'm involved in managing visitor experience, so those feedback forms you fill out come through to me. When I'm not doing that I'm reading books and watching movies. The gym is as close as I get to a sports field. What's funny about our shared interest in sci-fi is that I am a dead ringer for Jenny Agutter - the actress that starred in the classic 70s movie 'Logan's Run'. It's one of those funny co-incidences that makes for fun at parties - we never have to think too hard about our costumes, although her's were fairly skimpy in that movie so I have to wear a body stocking underneath. Logan doesn't mind - he thinks my body is like Jenny's as well and he probably has a point, although my skin and hair are a bit lighter. I sometimes wonder if that's why he was attracted to me in the first place, but probably not. He is more of a Star Wars geek, so I imagine Natalie Portman is more his ideal. You know what men are like with a pretty face.

We live in Dundee, about an hour or so from Edinburgh. It's a bit of a rough town in places, but thanks to Logan's salary we have a nice apartment in the older part of the city. No kids yet, so luckily we don't have to worry about school drop offs or anything while I'm lying here. When he said I was in the cancer ward I got that horrible cold feeling in my stomach. I'm too young for that surely? Not easy sleeping when you are in a ward full of patients facing that. Thank god they got me a room on my own.

<-O->

Morning has broken, as the song goes, and Logan has left me for the rest of the day. He's off to find breakfast, then he'll go to work and come back in time for dinner. So now I just get to lie here. I've got my phone, but I'm finding it hard to concentrate and my eyesight is a bit blurry. Breakfast consisted of cereal with warmish milk and cold toast with a small bit of jam. Lovely. The highlight of the morning so far has been a trip to the loo with the help of one of the nurses. Oh yeah, and the all too frequent blood tests. At least they have put a canula in my arm so they just have to tap into that rather than making a fresh hole each time.

There's the sound of wheels coming my way up the corridor - hopefully someone is coming to tell me what's going on.

"Good morning Mrs Docherty, how are you feeling?" says a woman's voice from behind the curtain that shields me from the corridor. She pulls is back and pushes in a small medical device on wheels. I remember her - she was one of the crowd of doctors and nurses that were here last night.

"I'm not sure," I reply honestly.

"That's understandable. You were a bit disorientated when you arrived yesterday. Do you remember much from last night?"

"Not a lot. My husband said you had to put me in here to keep me away from the other patients."

She gives a short laugh. "Not quite like that, but let's just say some of the things you were saying had us scratching our heads. And you took a lot of persuading to stay put."

"Sorry."

"That's fine - it was funny at times."

"Glad I could entertain you."

"You take what you can get in here. This isn't the happiest place in the hospital it has to be said."

I take her in as she talks. She is wearing a white medical coat with a plain white shirt and black trousers underneath. Her name tag says Dr Prabhakar and she is an Indian lady of about medium height with a bob of dark brown hair and large brown eyes. Her lashes are long but don't seem to be fake. Her skin is a latte brown colour, and she could almost pass for Arabic if her features weren't so soft - her nose is round and her cheeks smooth. She is a similar age to me, maybe a couple of years younger.

"What's that?" I ask, gesturing to the device on wheels.

"This is an ultrasound. I'm going to do a scan of your liver to see what we can find. My name is Dr Prabhakar, but you can call me Priya if you like. I don't believe in formalities on the ward."

"Okay, Priya. Thanks for that. Can you tell me what you think is wrong, and why I'm in a cancer ward?"

"Hmm, straight to the point. That's good, I can be honest with you. I don't know, but I have a couple of ideas, neither of which are cancer, so please be assured of that."

That's a relief. My expression must show.

"You were admitted here because of the staff that need to see you, me included. No other reason. I'm the registrar here. Most of the time I'm situated at the desk just outside the door there, so you don't have far to go to see me."

"Okay. You may live to regret that though."

She lets out another little laugh. "You are very funny Mrs Docherty."

"Please, call me Mary. Especially if I'm on first name terms with you."

She nods slightly and starts undoing wires and god knows what associated with the ultrasound. Before long she's ready.

"Can I ask you to roll on your side and face the window please?"

I do, and wait as she pulls up my gown to reach my side. Fortunately I have my underwear on. She pulls up the sheet to cover my lower half and keep me warm.

"I need to warn you in advance that this is going to be cold and slimy, but there's no other way of doing it."

She isn't wrong. After applying a liberal amount of freezing clear gel to my side she proceeds to run the equally cold plastic device up and down and all around my liver area before getting me to roll on my back so she can repeat the performance from the front. It's one of those situations where you don't really know where to look or what to say so I just shut my eyes and wait patiently until it's over.

"All done, Mary. You can pull the covers up and warm up now. I'll get a nurse to come around and give you a bed bath soon to wash off the goo."

"Thanks. When will you know what's wrong?"

"This is just part of it. We need to keep up the regular blood tests and might do a starvation diet as well. It's going to be a day or two before we know for sure."

"So I'll be hooked up to this for the whole time?" I ask, gesturing at the drip in my arm.

"Unfortunately, yes. If you don't have a steady supply of sugar you might go hypoglycemic again, and your sugar levels were dangerously low when you came in. Really quite serious."

"Oh."

"Yes. I'm amazed you were still conscious."

I'm getting the idea that I need to take this quite seriously, but the doctor is doing a good job of treating it as business as usual. It probably is for her. After thanking me, she packs up her gear and disappears. It takes a while for the nurse to arrive but the sponge bath is very welcome.

Lunch come and goes - it's a moderate improvement on breakfast, but everything people say about hospital food is true, unless you can afford a private hospital. The NHS is your budget service for everything. All I have to 'look forward to' is the two hourly blood test until Logan arrives at dinner time. I bring him up to date with the little I know, then we have an interesting hour or so while we go back and forth about when he should go.

One thing I need to tell you is that, although we are self-confessed sci-fi nerds, we are also still very horny for each other. Sci-fi nerds like sex too, folks! We usually have daily sex, so the fact that I'm now in here has him in a bind. To get around it he teases me with lots of kisses and sneaky strokes under the sheets, while I suggest he cools off and save it for when I get home. The fact that I have a room to myself gives him the opportunity to push his luck and I finally give in and let him rub my clit while I reach inside his pants and rub his straining cock. I find it hard to reach a climax given how edgy it is, but he eventually unloads inside his pants and sits back happy.

"You are the end," I tell him. "Saves you doing it by yourself later though."

"As if I would."

"Of course you would. I didn't come down in the last shower," I mock scold him. I'm going to miss out, which doesn't make me happy, but I keep my attitude bright. It's the only entertainment I'm going to get in here.

Expecting him to sleep in that chair again is unfair, so I have to say goodbye so he can go home and get some rest. I sext him a couple of times when he gets home, telling him how much I miss him, then I try and get some sleep myself.

<-O->

The next day is tedious. They put me on a starvation diet, which at least spares me the hospital food, but I'm ravenous when they are finished just before dinner time and I polish off my evening meal regardless of the quality. The only staff I see during the day are nurses following the test schedule, but Dr Priya put her head in the door to say hi as she was passing through on her rounds. She seems nice, and not at all doctor-like. Sort of cynical in a positive way, if that makes sense. A bit like me I suppose.

During the day I had a visit from my Mum, who had driven up from Stirling for the day. She wanted to get a hotel room, but I told her it isn't that serious. I don't want to be a burden on people. Then some friends called in with gifts of food, which didn't help my starving stomach. I had circular conversations with all of them. It isn't easy being a patient I discovered. You feel like some kind of party host, worrying about their comfort, even though they are the ones who are supposed to be making you feel better. I was exhausted by the time visiting time was over.

Logan visited again after dinner and we had another session of sneaky intimacy before he slunk off home alone.

<-O->

Groundhog Day has dawned. Day three of boredom and inconvenience. I hate having to be helped to visit the bathroom. I feel like an old age pensioner. Nothing much happened in the morning apart from that, then at lunchtime I got a visit from Priya. She seemed a bit flustered.

"Gosh, I've been busy this morning. People seem to get admitted at the worst time, so I'm behind on my rounds. I was going to call in earlier, sorry."

"That's okay. You can share my lunch if you like."

She looks at it and wrinkles her nose. "I'm fine thanks, I have my own. If you don't mind, can I eat it in here with you?"

That's unusual, but sure, why not. "Yes, no problem, have a seat."

She goes back to her station and returns with a pre-packed sandwich. Sitting down, she flicks her hair back and smiles. "I've got the results of the tests and I've got to say, I think I'm lucky to have you, Mary."

"Why is that?"

"Because it looks like you have an insulinoma. It's incredibly rare. Most doctors can go their whole career without ever seeing one."

"And that makes you lucky?"

"Well, yes. Doctors are like stamp collectors. We love the rare cases. Gives us bragging rights at conferences and the like."

"Not sure I should say you're welcome, but there you go."

She smiles again. It's an interesting smile she has. Sort of introverted, but I can tell she isn't a shy person. Maybe it's just her intellect keeping any extrovert behaviour in check.

She hasn't told me the whole story yet, so I prompt her. "So what can you do to fix it?"

She has taken a bite of her sandwich so I wait till she can speak again. "Hmmm? Oh. Well, it's a tiny growth on your liver that leads to an over production of insulin. You know about diabeties?"

"Yes, sort of."

"Well, diabetics have trouble producing insulin so their level of blood sugar rises too high. You have the opposite problem. The little growth I'm talking about triggers too much insulin in your blood so you end up burning up the sugar as fast as you consume it. The easiest way to correct it is to cut it out."

"Surgery? Won't that take ages to do?"

"Do you mean you'll end up sitting on a wait list?"

"Yes - you hear about people waiting years for surgery."

"In some cases that's true, but I've made the case that this is an emergency so you are actually having it tomorrow."

"What? Really?"

"Hmm-hmm. The alternative is you walk around with a drip in your arm 24/7."

"Oh. Okay, when you put it like that."

"You'll go down for an MRI in the morning and we'll do the operation in the afternoon. It's a simple procedure actually. Just keyhole surgery. We can do it in the day clinic. You'll lose a small percentage of liver, but you won't even notice that. Have you had an MRI before?"

"I don't think so."

"You would know if you had. We feed you into a tube that makes a horrendous noise for about ten minutes and we get a 3-D image of the part we need to remove to hand to the surgeon."

"Can I get a copy of the picture to hang up?"

She laughs out loud. "Of course. I'll see about getting it framed if you like!"

We laugh together for a bit. For a doctor she is very easy to talk to. To lighten the subject I ask a more personal question about her. It opens up a very interesting line of conversation.

"So how long have you been in the UK?"

She pauses, as if considering how to answer. "Only a few months. I needed to leave India, and the NHS will take doctors from anywhere at the moment, so I just walked into a job here."

"Why did you have to leave India?"

She pauses for thought again and looks slightly troubled. Oops, maybe that's a bit too personal. I'm expecting her to say she left because she supported the wrong political party or something, but the answer is more complicated.

"I had to leave to get away from my family."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. I didn't mean to pry."

"No, it's okay. It's good to talk about it actually. I basically left to avoid being married to the man of my nightmares."

"Mr Wrong was it?"

"You have no idea. My family picked him for me years ago. That's the way it goes in traditional arrangements. But he grew into a cruel, arrogant bugger that would have treated me badly and ruined my life. So I ran away."

The pained look she holds back tells me there's more, but I'm reluctant to ask. If she hated him she would be happier to have run. She can see my curiosity.

"I can tell you aren't stupid Mary, and yes that isn't all. You see, I had also fallen in love with someone else. Someone my family would never approve of."

"Sounds like a Bollywood movie plot. What was the other guy like?"

"Yes, it is almost. They have done 100s of movies like that, but not exactly like my story." She gives me a searching look. "Can I be honest with you Mary?"

"Sure. This is the most interesting conversation I've had for days."

"The person I fell in love with wasn't a guy."

It takes a second for the penny to drop, then I just say, "Oh."

"Does that offend you?"

"No, of course not." It's true - sci-fi nerds are open to all forms of life. We watch people doing it with aliens, so why would a same sex relationship between two humans be a problem. I'm no stranger to the concept. I'm one of those women that had a few experiments with my girlfriends at University when we got drunk. It was fun, but I've never considered it a part of me. It's fine for those who are though. "People can do what they like."

"That's good then. It certainly bothered my parents. I had to make the choice of leaving the country or staying and facing the consequences. My girlfriend was stubborn - she wouldn't run away with me, so I chose to leave. I think part of my heart was damaged in the process. You can remove bits of people's bodies, but I don't think the heart can really heal when it is crushed."

Oh my. This is a very heavy conversation all of a sudden. Now I wish I'd asked about her favourite colour instead. She takes a deep breath and laughs uncomfortably. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put all that on you."

"It's fine - it helps to talk about things like that. Don't bottle it up."

She gives me a warm smile and gets up, placing her hand on my arm. "Thank you. I should get back to my rounds, but it was nice talking to you. I don't have that many people here I can talk to like that. You are obviously very special."

"It's fine. If you want to talk some more I'm not going anywhere. Happy to listen."

"I might just take you up on that," she says and squeezes my hand before turning and walking out, flicking her hair back to gain some composure before hitting the ward. I feel bad watching her go. And I think I've got problems...

At the end of the day I'm surprised by Priya walking in with a bunch of flowers in her hand. I give her a quizzical look.

"These are for you," she announces. "Well actually they were delivered for me from a suitor I'm not interested in, so I'm giving them to you for being so understanding. You are officially my favourite patient and this is your prize!"

We laugh together as she sets them down on my night stand. She continues, "I want to choose my own partners in life, not be pursued by self interested men that want a trophy."

"Ouch. Poor guy."

"Not really. Just a specialist with a big ego and a thick skin. He will get the message eventually, then move on to the next young doctor of his fancy. I hope you don't mind damaged goods, but I thought your room needed brightening."

"It's very nice thank you. I don't mind the back story, but it might be difficult to explain to my husband."

"Just tell him the pastor sent them."

We laugh again, then she looks at her watch. "I've got to get going, but I'll see you tomorrow. Big day ahead for you."

"Thank you Priya. I'll try and get some sleep, but it won't be easy. I don't like the idea of being cut open."

"The MRI is worse, believe me. Do your best. I'll see you bright and early."

With that she turns and walks off, pausing at the door to look back over her shoulder. She gives me a warm smile before disappearing. A slightly odd smile, but friendly. Maybe a bit cheeky. It's hard to tell through her introverted mask. It's definitely not a doctor to patient smile though. That much I get.

<-O->

"You're kidding me!"

"No Logan. My doctor came by just before you arrived. She said I'm her favourite patient and gave me these flowers. She's really nice."

"Since when do doctors give patients flowers? Maybe she likes you."

"I think she does."

"No - as in likes you."

"Logan! I'm in hospital facing surgery. I'm not thinking about anything like that."

Damn it! I wish I'd never told Logan about my University experiments. Now he is always looking for an avenue to repeat them. Just for my own benefit you understand. Not because it would give him the biggest hard-on of his life and open up the possibility of a threesome. That would have nothing to do with it, I'm sure.

"Are you sure about that?"

"Quite sure, dummy. Even if I was interested, I am currently hooked up to a drip all day and I need someone to help me go to the toilet. I feel about as glamorous as a trout and I just want it all to be over so I can go home and sleep in my own bed!"

"Hmm - when you put it like that..."

I stare at him grumpily and he relents. "Okay, sorry. You can tell I'm missing you, my imagination is running away with me."

"We are talking about a lady that has just arrived in the country and was grateful for someone to talk to. That's all. Now get over here so I can give you your going away present..."

<-O->

It's surgery day. I'm exhausted from the continual blood tests at all hours of the day and night, and on top of that I'm not allowed to eat anything until after the operation so I'm starving again for another whole day. Being on the drip seems to take the edge off the hunger though, so I'll just have to try and not think about it. I'm due to have the MRI early in the morning and surgery in the afternoon. Nothing much to do except wait and answer all the well wishes on my phone. That will help pass the time for an hour or so.

I'm in the middle of writing one to a cousin when I'm distracted by a presence in the room.

"Good morning, Mary. Did you sleep well?"

It's Priya. She came in quietly. I note she isn't wearing her white coat, which gives me a chance to take her in fully for the first time. She has an impressive hourglass figure, visible even through her usual plain white blouse and black trousers. I've always had the stereotypical view of Indian women as being quite waif-like, but the word buxom applies more to Priya.

"As well as I thought I would. I can't wait for today to be over to be honest."

She looks at my sympathetically. "It will all be fine. I know the surgeon and he is very experienced. I just thought I'd call in before I start the day. I had a nice night last night. After talking to you I was sure I had made the right decision coming to the UK. I even watched a Bollywood movie. I've been avoiding them because they have made me sad or angry, or both, recently. But last night I laughed at how ridiculous they are. It was a real shift. I've left the guilt about not complying with some fantasy view of the world behind."

"That's good. I've never really watched one, but that all singing, all dancing approach strikes me as being a bit silly."

"It's meant to be uplifting, but it has the opposite effect on me."

I lower my voice in case we are overheard. "I bet they don't have too many same sex couple story lines either?"

She puts on a serious face and mirrors my hushed tones. "Definitely not. It will take a long time before anything like that is ever accepted. That will take a massive change in culture. One that won't happen in my lifetime, that's for sure."

"Well, you shouldn't have to worry about that here. Although I'd be careful in Glasgow!"

We both laugh out loud then hush ourselves. "Okay Mary, I need to get started on my rounds, but I'll see you back here after your MRI for pre-surgery check in."

"Great, you can calm my nerves for me then."

She smiles her enigmatic smile again and departs for her busy day.

About an hour later I'm whisked off for the MRI, which is everything she said it would be and more. It's a good thing I'm not claustrophobic, and why it has to make so much noise is a mystery. Trying to keep still in that environment was a test of will, but I survived and was wheeled back to the ward to await the green light to go ahead with surgery in the afternoon. No lunch as per starvation requirements, so I'm a light-headed, ravenous individual when Priya comes around to do the pre-surgery check.

I notice that she still isn't wearing her doctor's coat, but it doesn't seem too significant as she pulls the curtains around the bed for privacy. She's carrying a tablet that she keeps tucked up to her chest as she pulls up a chair to sit down.

"Let's start with the easy stuff - can you confirm your name and date of birth please?"

And so on and so forth. Allergies. Previous surgeries. The list goes on. Eventually she sets it aside so she can do a physical examination, starting with my temperature using the little gun in my ear, then my blood pressure using the automated cuff on wheels.

"I've just got to take a blood sample as well."

She collects the needle and tray she placed on my empty dinner stand and sits down beside the bed, then undoes the drip so she can access the canula.

"You know how this goes. Just extend your arm out straight and hold still."

I look away instinctively, but look back when I feel her body pressing against my arm and her large breast sink slowly onto my hand as she leans forward to insert the needle. I realise straight away that she isn't wearing a bra. The softness of her bare skin is noticeable through the fabric of her blouse, but then I also feel the sensation of stiffness and realise her nipple is placed directly on the fingers of my out stretched hand, and it's not a bored nipple - it's fully erect. The fleshiness rubs sedately over my touch as she works on her task. Initially I figure it's an accident, so I murmur an apology and try to move, but she whispers, "It's okay," and gently places her hand on my arm to keep it in place.

My initial shock is replaced by confusion as I look at her impassive face. She doesn't look at me while she works and gently lifts off when she has finished as if nothing happened, efficiently reinserting the drip and putting the blood sample onto the tray, where she does a quick check for the sugar level using a test strip. Normally I have a comment to make when I feel as confused as this, but for some reason I don't say anything and watch as she picks up her stethoscope.

"I just need to check your heart as well," she says matter of factly. Okay, it seems like business as usual. Maybe I was imagining things. Or maybe not. "These things are always so cold here. I feel bad about having to place them on patients and watch them flinch, but there's a way around it. Here's a trick they don't teach you in med school."

I watch in amazement as she feeds the end of the stethoscope into the top of her blouse and down into her cleavage. Then she leaves it dangling there while she puts her hands on either side of her breasts and squeezes them together, gazing calmly into my eyes as she does. My voice deserts me again and I just lie there mesmerised as she pulls it back out and nods to me.

"Can you lift up your gown a bit for me?"

I only nod and wriggle it up so the hem is sitting just under my chest, unsure if I'm experiencing a sleep-deprived, starvation induced hallucination or not.

She sits down beside me on the bed and lifts up my gown enough to push the stethoscope underneath, but not enough that my chest is exposed. Then she slowly places it in several different places under, between and on the sides of my left breast, most of which don't seem to be anywhere near my heart, letting her hand push in slightly so that it pushes the weight of my C cup breast aside. She is careful not to touch my nipple, but the motion of the gown against my skin is stimulating it and I can feel it getting hard despite my apprehension about this unexpected turn of events.

She doesn't meet my eyes and that allows me to study her impassive, but beautiful face, looking for a clue as to her motive. She is very good at hiding her feelings, and the impression that I'm imagining things stays with me, even as I'm wondering whether I should be protesting this sly breach of the doctor/patient relationship. My body, on the other hand, has other ideas. My nipples are now fully erect and I can tell she has noticed them poking through the fabric. On top of that I can feel a tingle between my legs with the accompanying sensation of moisture leaking out onto my pussy lips. I wonder if she is likewise turned on and don't have to look too far for confirmation. I can see her nipples now prominently poking through her blouse and my mind fills in the blanks about the state of her underwear.

I'm aware of the stethoscope being removed and watch as she gives me one of her unreadable looks. "You seem to be in pretty good shape to me. I think I can let you go."

That snaps me back to reality. The fact that I'm about to go for an operation had momentarily left my mind. I feel like I've just woken up from hypnosis.

I watch Priya pick up her equipment, then pull back the curtain. She starts to walk out. "I'll see you back here after the operation. I'm sure you'll be fine. Then we can get you up and about again."

All I can think to say is "Thank you," even though there are about a hundred questions racing through my mind. The last thing I see is her giving me a backwards glance over her shoulder with that warm and extremely unmedical smile hinting that what I just experienced was not my imagination playing tricks. It's the same look she gave me yesterday, but with an added edge - maybe inviting, but maybe also with a hint of challenge.

I'm left by myself feeling totally flummoxed, my body tingling with undeniable arousal, but my mind still trying to explain it away. Was she trying to seduce me or just playing around? So much of what happened was unprofessional, but just innocent enough that you can't make an issue out of it. Is she just totally at ease with me so she's comfortable bending the rules slightly, or was she hinting that she wants more intimacy?

My mind is still going round in circles when the orderly arrives to wheel me off for the main event.

Apart from the preparation with the staff in the day clinic I don't remember much more after that. They did a good job of putting me at ease and when they put the mask over my face and told me to count down from ten I'm sure I only got as far as four.

<-O->

With an initial shock of confusion, I realise I'm back in my room in the ward. Things have changed. I don't have the drip in my arm, so I'm able to comfortably lie on my side for the first time since I came in. Then I become aware of something under my hand. It's a small square of note paper. I pull it up from under the sheet and squint at it. It's written in an elegant hand and reads, "You look very pretty when you sleep. I didn't want to wake you, but the operation was a success. You should be able to go home tomorrow. I'll see you in the morning, Priya." She has drawn a tiny love heart over the letter 'i' in her name instead of a dot.

Rolling back I note that there is a meal sitting on the dinner tray for me. At last - I can eat. Then I might be able to think straight.

<-O->

I have a couple of visitors in the evening and I'm feeling alert enough to have an intelligent conversation. I seem to be coping without the drip, but they keep up with the blood tests to make sure everything is back to normal. I'm looking forward to getting out. The whole experience has been surreal from start to finish. There's just one thing - I have placed the note from Priya out of sight. There is still some unfinished business there, I can tell, but I'm keeping it to myself. I don't want to tell Logan any more than I have up to now, because he will start twisting it in directions I'm not sure I want to go. It's something I need to deal with on my own.

As we have visitors and I'm tired I tell Logan to head home early so I can be bright and alert for my home coming. I really need to have sex, I don't mind admitting it. I'm obviously getting back to my old self. When I'm on my own I slip into an easy and deep sleep almost straight away.

At some point I become aware that I'm lying in my hospital bed in a large operating theatre with very bright lights shining down on me. There are a large number of nurses and other theatre staff standing around, all wearing masks and green gowns, waiting for something to happen. I'm aware of music playing in the background - the strange twang of an Indian sitar. Then it dawns on me that I'm completely naked. None of the people standing around seem overly concerned by that. I hear someone approaching and look up to see Priya walking over to the bed. She is wearing her doctor's white coat but isn't wearing a mask like the others. She doesn't say anything and I just gaze up at her. Then she starts to slowly unbutton her coat. I note that her hands are covered in henna and she is beautifully made up with gold earrings and bangles decorating her arms.

"I want you to watch carefully," she says to the assembled crowd as she reaches the last button and slips the gown off her shoulders to reveal that she is completely naked underneath. I gasp and take in her stunning form - large round breasts with perfect round nipples pointing straight out, flat stomach and long smooth thighs. Her pussy is shaved.

She walks up to the bed and gracefully climbs on so she is straddling me, then leans forward onto her hands so that her pendulous breasts are hanging over my face, her nipples placed within licking distance of my tongue. Her eyes are burning into me.

"Lick it," she commands. I note that most of the people watching seem disinterested - some are even checking their phones rather than watching. I extend my tongue and reach towards her...

... Huh? I'm suddenly awake. The room is dark and quiet. God, what a dream - it was so vivid I need to check my surroundings. I'm turned on - really turned on. My fingers slip into the waistband of my panties and I discover the fabric is creased into my very slick lips. There's no way I can sleep after that. If Logan can have a nightly treat before he goes home than I sure as hell can have some pleasure too, so I start rubbing my clit under my panties, picking up in my fantasies where I left off in my dream. I imagine it's Priya's fingers rubbing me and I'm sucking on her nipples and licking her breasts while she expertly brings me to orgasm. My feet kick against the sheets and my head rolls back as the release of my pent up frustration surges through my body. I have to stifle a cry and press my face into the pillow so I don't draw the attention of the night nurse at the station outside my door, then I lie there panting until I calm down enough to get up for the bathroom. It's a relief being able to do it myself without getting someone to help manage the drip. I need to have a shower and a fresh pair of underwear in the morning, but I'm starting to feel more like myself again - except for the fact that I just masturbated over my beautiful, sensual doctor.

<-O->

I'm so hungry I even enjoyed breakfast this morning. I'm assuming I'm going to go home today so I get up early to have a shower now I have the freedom move around by myself. I have the luxury of my own bathroom, although it's shared with the room next door, so I make sure their door is locked and take my time, washing my hair and making sure the evidence of last night's dream and its aftermath are washed away. The only thing left is the canula, which they will hopefully be removing shortly, and the stiches where they did the operation.

I've just finished brushing my teeth and I'm sorting out my make up when there's a knock at the door.

"Are you in there Mary?"

It's Priya. I get a shock of apprehension, thinking back immediately to the events of the wee small hours. "Um, yeah. I'm just having a shower."

There's a brief pause then she asks, "Is it okay if I come in?"

I'm standing there naked with only a towel for coverage. A very small towel I might add. "Can you wait a minute?"

"I've just got to run over the results from yesterday with you. It won't take long, then I've got to head off on my rounds."

Damn, she's persistent. I arrange the towel so it is held up vertically, covering my whole front down to my knees but leaving my back bare. With my free hand I unlock the door then bring it back so I have the towel held tight at my waist and chest. "Okay, you can come in."

The door opens slowly and Priya looks surprised to see me standing there with my modest covering. I can see her eyes taking in the parts of me that aren't covered, lingering around my hips and legs.

She comes in and closes the door behind her, then turns to face me. We are standing quite close together in the small bathroom. She is dressed in her now familiar white blouse and black trousers. My eyes involuntarily sink down to her chest and I note that she seems to be wearing a bra this morning. Her cleavage looks nice though and I find myself unconsciously biting my lip.

Priya's eyes come up to meet mine and we have a moment where we gaze into each other's eyes without saying anything. I immediately feel a surge in my groin and I shift my stance uncomfortably. That seems to wake her from her reverie. She lifts up the tablet she has under her arm and coughs lightly. "Umm, I have the results from your operation here. The good news is that it was a success, so we can arrange for you to be discharged today. Your blood tests are stable enough that we can let you go home, but you'll have to take a blood sugar monitor and do finger prick tests for a few days. I'll get a nurse to give you that and show you how it works. Apart from that, how are you feeling?"

"I'm feeling much better, thanks. I'm glad to be moving around and that shower was heaven."

"Yeah, I can imagine. You're looking much better. I would have spoken to you yesterday, but you were sound asleep. Did you get the note I left you?"

"Hmm-hmm. That was very sweet of you. You have very nice hand writing. For a doctor."

She lets out a short laugh. "I could have written a bit more, but it's nicer to say things in person. I'm going to miss you when you're gone."

She looks almost vulnerable. Her unreadable mask has slipped a bit. I reply reassuringly, "Same. Meeting you has definitely been the silver lining in this whole experience."

Her eyes brighten and she lets out a wide smile. "Do you mean that? That's wonderful. Maybe we can keep in touch, would that be okay?"

I'm sure I just squirted out a little juice from under my hood. I'm painfully aware of the fact that I'm naked with just a small towel separating me from this gorgeous, sexy and now very openly available woman. I feel the urge to drop my towel and wrap my arms around her waist so I can kiss her perfectly painted lips, but I somehow manage to control myself. "Yes, that will be nice. I'll leave you my number so we can message each other."

"Lovely. I'll hold you to that. We can sort all that out when I come back later. I need to write up your discharge letter and go over it with you. I should get going now though. I have to tend to my other patients."

She reaches out and squeezes my upper arm, which produces another trickle of juice between my lips - I wonder if the towel is thin enough that my nipples are visible through it because they are now also as hard as pebbles - then she slips out of the room and closes the door behind her.

I feel a bit dizzy and let the towel drop so I can steady myself against the basin. What is going on here? I haven't felt this instantly turned on by anyone ever before, including the man I'm married to. And I've promised to keep in touch. What will that lead to? I'm not looking for another relationship. Oh my god this is complicated.

The rest of the morning passes in a blur as I agonise over what I'm getting myself into. I can't be a coward and run away. Every time I think of her face I feel like I want to kiss her, so resistance really is futile, as the Daleks would say. There is no way I'm going to share this with Logan. I have to deal with this alone. He will be here later in the afternoon to pick me up, but before then I have one more meeting with Priya to get through.

That meeting comes around soon enough. A nurse calls by to give me the equipment I need to take home and shows me how to use it, then takes out the canula so I'm whole again. After one last hospital meal that I really only pick at, Priya appears in the doorway carrying a folder.

"Have you got everything you need?" she asks as she sets the paperwork down.

"Yes, I got the blood sugar monitor and I'm all packed. I'll text my husband to pick me up when I'm ready."

"Okay, very well organized. I won't keep you for long - I just need to give you the discharge letter that tells you want we did and what to do when you get home. We will get you back in after a couple of weeks to see how your wound is healing and remove any stiches. Apart from that, you're free to go."

There's a slight pause, then I take the lead. "I'm looking forward to sleeping in my own bed tonight, but give me your number and I'll text you later."

She looks happy in her slightly introverted way and we swap numbers electronically. She replies with a simple smiley face after we send a test message to each other.

"Thank you, Mary. It hasn't been long enough for me. I haven't met someone so easy to talk to since I moved here and it's made such a nice change from all the medical waffle I get subjected to. That and I think you're just very nice to be around."

At that point I need to reach out and we enjoy a long, close hug. Her body feels beautiful and I find my hand slipping down to her waist as our breasts press together. Our legs are touching from our thighs down to our knees. After a few seconds we inch back and gaze into each other's eyes, then she closes hers and leans in to give me a kiss on the cheek, just at the corner of my mouth so our lips graze together. It's slow and unbelievably erotic. Her perfume is a fruity, spicy mixture that is totally intoxicating and I find myself inhaling it deeply.

Resisting the urge to kiss her back I pull away and we share an uncomfortable cough as we avert our eyes temporarily. "Wow," is all I can say to break the awkward silence.

"Indeed. On that note, I think I should let you go!"

Our eyes find each other again and we share a look that spans both sadness and happiness. I can't resist it any longer so I give her a quick peck on the lips. "There, now we're even."

We both laugh at that and then become aware we are still holding hands lightly with our legs brushing together. One of us has to break first and Priya takes the bullet. "I'd better let you go. Now make sure you text me later, promise?"

"Promise."

"Okay then - I'll look forward to it."

There's that enigmatic smile again, although this time it's less challenging and more longing. She collects her papers and walks out of the room, giving me a brief backwards glance as she leaves. It's fleeting, but it confirms our connection.

I'm frozen to the spot, still reveling in the glow of our embrace, enjoying the moist feeling in my panties and scared stiff about what I'm letting myself in for.

<-O->

Not surprisingly, Logan and I had amazing sex that night. I really needed to feel him inside me, but we had to take it easy because of my stiches. I found myself imagining I was with Priya as he worked me to a long needed G spot orgasm. With that out of my system I was able to focus on him entirely during round two.

I texted Priya early after I got back, something simple with a handful of carefully selected emojis doing the talking. That set the pattern for our communication - we sent close confidences without giving way to soppiness or outright expressions of affection. Emojis are great for avoiding that kind of openness. There was always a subtext though. A subtext that we needed to meet up in person. Soon.

The perfect opportunity presented itself when I had to go back for my outpatient appointment two weeks later. Priya had been doing extra hours and had taken time off, so we aligned it with my appointment date. She has an apartment by herself within walking distance of the hospital and she insisted on making lunch for me rather than going out anywhere. That meant I was walking into the tigress's lair. Oh dear god, what am I doing?!

Logan knows nothing. I played the whole encounter with Priya down as her being a lonely woman looking for a friend in a new country and I was helping her settle in. So back off! He seemed let down, but put it behind him quickly. Men really only have an on and off switch, don't they?

<-O->

Her apartment appears to be above a shop. There's a doorbell there with her number so I buzz it without receiving an answer. I'm pondering whether I should try again when I hear steps coming down the stairs, so I take a step back and wait. The door opens and there she is - no longer Dr Prabhakar, just Priya at home in a pink sweatshirt and beige leggings. Her hair is down and she has some light make up, but otherwise I'm relieved she hasn't gone to much trouble. I'm dressed similarly plainly for my hospital appointment. I wasn't sure how to dress and spent a long time going round in circles this morning before deciding to keep it simple. Is this a date? I don't know. Will it be awkward? Quite possibly. What are her intentions for me? Who knows.

Priya's welcome eases things considerably. "Mary!" she says enthusiastically, "it's so good to see you!"

We have a quick hug at the door and she ushers me in, quizzing me about my day and whether I had any trouble finding the place as she leads me up the stairs. So far, so normal. I do find myself enjoying the view of her bum leading me up the stairs a bit more than I probably should at this point. Her tight leggings give me a good indication of its size and shape. It's very peachy and sits on top of two very shapely and quite long legs. Slender but not skinny, her thighs are round and firm with a slight gap visible at the crotch where I get the vaguest hint of a camel toe that's covered by her sweatshirt when we reach the landing.

"Sorry for the mountain climb up here. Keeps me fit."

"Yes, those are some very steep stairs. What's down below?"

"It's an electronics repair shop. The landlord is in England and is only interested in collecting the rent so the place is a bit run down. I only really sleep here so it doesn't bother me at the moment. It's close to work, so that's the main thing. I'll find something better once I'm on firmer footing here. Believe it or not, you are one of my first visitors."

"Wow, I'm honoured."

"You should be. Now make yourself at home. I confess I haven't been up cooking since dawn, so I hope you don't mind the minimalist effort at catering."

I take in the apartment before sitting down on the sofa. It's very bright, with a skylight letting in natural light from above. Minimally decorated and furnished, but well organised as you'd expect from a doctor. Priya has disappeared into the kitchen and chats away distractedly for a few seconds before returning with a bottle of wine and two glasses.

"I hope it's not too early for a drink?"

"I think it's just past midday so we're fine."

I could do with a drink - my palms are sweating and I've got butterflies flapping in my stomach.

We start chatting about my recovery and how the appointment went this morning. I lift up my shirt so she can inspect the operation scar and she nods in approval at how it is healing. I gulp down my first glass of wine quickly - it's a nice fruity white wine that I suspect is for desert, but I don't mind at this point. Priya tells me it goes well with curry, which prompts her to return to the kitchen, returning with an anti-pasto selection and pita bread.

"I'm sure you were expecting curry, correct?" she asks, smiling one of her introverted smiles.

"To be honest... well, actually yes!" I laugh.

"Thought so. I should have made a bet. Oddly enough I eat mostly western food these days. Curries take too long to prepare and I've got used to convenience food. Having said that, burgers won't do so I went for something healthy for my recovering patient. Dig in, please."

So we sit together on the sofa and eat and chat and drink a bit.

She tells me some more about her life back home and I offer a few insights into my existence up to this point. She had a privileged upbringing and was educated in an international school, which explains why her English is better than mine. It also explains the high expectations placed on her by her family. She met her former girlfriend at medical school and they had a two year long serreptitious romance before they were discovered. By that time she was already being forced into wedding plans with the guy her family had chosen for her. He sounds like a grade A creep from what she tells me and she is well rid of him.

Then we talk about ambitions and our plans for the future. She tells me about what it's like to work in the hospital and some of the challenges adapting to life here. Working at the hospital lets her put her own problems in perspective, dealing as she does with people in advanced stages of trauma and grief. I don't know how she does it. As for life in Scotland - it's the cold she is struggling with - and understanding peoples' accents! It's all nice and we talk in enthusiastic bursts, quickly changing direction when we hit a lull in conversation. We both seem to be avoiding the sizable elephant in the room and there is an underlying tension which she eventually decides to address.

"You seem a bit tense Mary, is there something wrong?"

That's the opening I need. I've been struggling with mixed emotions all day, and being here hasn't made them go away. In fact, it's worse now we're alone together. I find her eyes and her physical presence magnetic, but I'm not sure what she actually wants from our relationship. Is this just a one off catch up to confirm that we had a strange connection in the hospital and that we can now cool off, or does she want to build on that and go further? If she does, what does that involve? We are obviously drawn to each other. The arousal I got from her in hospital was real. As I've said, I've never experienced that intensity with anyone before, even my poor unsuspecting husband. If she wants to build on that goodbye kiss I would be up for it, but in the cold light of day it seems more like a dream.

"Well, it's strange sitting here with you like this. You've got me at a disadvantage."

She looks a bit puzzled, but equally intrigued. "Really? How is that?"

"Well, you've seen me in all sorts of states of undress and being poked and prodded with all sorts of equipment and things, but I've only ever seen you in your hospital outfit looking smart and professional."

She takes a sip of her wine and puts it aside. "Oh. I see. So maybe... if I was to even things up... you might feel more at ease?"

I manage a smile, but I'm starting to tremble in anticipation of how this is developing. "It might."

"So, how about I take my top off, would that help?" she asks innocently, fixing a coquettish look on me with her deep, dark eyes.

Uh huh... she does want to play. Okay, now I know where I stand. It's crazy and irrational, but it somehow makes sense. Anything else would be a let down. Let's see where we're taking this. "Only one way to find out."

I sit still and sip on my wine as she shuffles forward on the sofa and slowly pulls her sweatshirt over her head, revealing a cream-coloured silk bra. She tosses the sweatshirt aside and flicks her hair back over her shoulders with both hands as she refixes her eyes on me. My eyes don't meet hers for long - they are drawn down to her deep cleavage sitting high between the D cups in her bra. The silk enhances the flawless smooth skin of her breasts, and I can make out the outline of her nipples, which are almost certainly erect.

"Does that make you feel better?" she asks, maintaining her innocence.

I gulp.

"A little... but I remember you giving me an ultrasound when I was only covered by my panties... and you've still got your trousers on."

She looks down at herself and fakes shock. "Oh, my goodness! Well, we must do something about that. I would be a terrible host if I didn't."

Staring into my eyes, she stands up and shimmies her tight leggings over her hips, then sits back down to peel them off each leg in turn, taking care to run her hands over her thighs and calves as she does, pointing her toes like a dancer as the fabric flicks off. Then she turns around and crosses her legs elegantly towards me.

"Now, how do you feel?" she purrs in a lower tone, rubbing her foot on my knee.

I gulp again, louder this time.

"Better... but I also remember you using your stethoscope on my boobs... and you still have your bra on."

This time she glances down at my chest. "But I never got to see them. Maybe you should even things up a bit, otherwise it won't be fair, will it?"

Our eyes meet and we burn holes in each other. Without a word I take my top off so I'm sitting in my bra, then I slide my jeans and shoes off without standing up so I'm left in my underwear, all the time aware of Priya's hungry stare. My pussy is tingling and my nipples are prodding into the padding in my bra. My breathing is shallow and my mouth is dry.

We pause to take each other in, then she fixes me with a final look of lust. "I'll show you mine, if you show me yours."

I don't know how much longer I want to keep the game up, so I quickly unclasp my bra and leave it covering me loosely. Priya smirks in satisfaction and stands up so she has her back to me, then looks over her shoulder as she carefully undoes the snaps on her bra. I check out her back and her bum in her matching silk panties. Her back is flawless, with a few small freckles dotting her shoulders, and it curves in gently to a narrow waist.

As I watch in anticipation, she wriggles her hips and pushes her panties down to her knees, then elegantly steps out of them. Her bum cheeks are a generous handful, beautifully rounded and smooth. I love the way her legs leave a gap at her crotch so her lips are just visible when she lifts her leg. I hold my breath as I wait for her next move.

She turns around and drops her bra to the floor causing me to exhale loudly as I take in her perfect tits - firm D cups with cinnamon coloured aerolas about an inch in diameter, topped with firm fleshy nipples that protrude in a puffy peak towards me. My eyes instinctively drop to her pussy, which is neatly trimmed so that her puffy lips are visible. I can make out the hood of her clit peeking out at the top. Sinking my gaze further I take in her long silky thighs and her tight muscular knees. Her body is athletic but soft, like a swimmer's. My lord she is perfection.

I'm creaming so much I can feel my groin getting wet. I quickly remove my own bra and she smiles in approval. My nipples are on full display. They aren't as proud as hers, but they are a neat pinky brown circle and the peak is a tight little nub about the size of a pencil rubber, sticking out almost as far. My skin feels flushed from arousal.

She holds out her hand to me. "Come on. Let's take this somewhere more comfortable."

I reach out and take it, allowing her to pull me up, then I follow a step behind her holding her hand as we head to her bedroom only a few paces away across the room. Her bum cheeks shake mesmerizingly as she walks. There are no doubts left now. I'm going to lick every inch of this divine woman's body. I'm so turned on I feel slightly dizzy and when we enter her bedroom I wrap my arms around her neck to steady myself. She reaches around my waist and pulls me in tight in a repeat of our farewell embrace in the hospital room, except this time we are naked, except for my panties which I can feel are annoyingly in the way. Priya fells the same and hesitates.

"We need to get rid of these," she breathes in my ear, looping her fingers into the waistband. The feel of our breasts pressing together is incredible, our hard nipples brushing against their softness sending warm sensations down my body into my pussy, our thighs brushing invitingly together. I reluctantly pull away enough to push down my panties, which are so sodden they stick to my pussy lips, and I have to peel them away before shimmying them past my knees to the floor. I'm not as graceful as Priya but it's effective and I resume my position in her arms, staring into her eyes as we close in for our first real kiss.

Her lips are soft and loose as I press hungrily into them with my own, my tongue searching for hers. She reacts slowly, focusing on my top lip, taking it between hers and gently running her tongue over it. I change course and try to catch up with her but she changes and moves down to my bottom lip, grabbing it between hers and pulling on it. I'm having trouble adjusting to her pace, which is very slow and deliberate. I just want to consume her.

Sensing my frustration she breaks off and moves down my neck, licking carefully from the bottom all the way up to my ear, which she takes between her lips, sucking on the lobe and gently breathing out. The sensation is incredible and I'm sure my eyes rolled back in my head momentarily before I hear her whisper in my ear, "take it slow baby, we've got all day. I'm going to make you cum in ways you've never imagined."

My knees buckle slightly and I can feel another leak of juice under my clit. She comes back to face me and we kiss again. This time I try to slow down and match her pace. She moans contentedly and opens her mouth so we can finally let our tongues meet. I lick the side of hers and she swirls around mine in reply, then we suck on each other before loosening off to gently let them dance together. My hands have gone on an exploration of her waist and bum and I squeeze her cheeks as I pull her into me so our mounds meet. She starts to push her pussy against mine in a gentle rhythm, stimulating my expectant clit. Our thighs part so that we can stand with our legs in a scissor, dipping slightly to put pressure on our pussies, enjoying the wetness starting to coat the top of our legs.

We don't break our kiss for at least a minute or two, but we eventually stop for air, our breathing short and sharp. She backs towards the bed and sits down. It's then that I realise the curtains in the bedroom are closed. It looks like she has thought ahead. I look back at her and smirk. "Do you always have your curtains shut during the day?"

"Only on special occasions. Here, come and join me."

She shuffles back so she is lying on one side of the bed and holds out her hand to me. I take it again and lie down beside her. We resume our kiss and let our legs lock again so we can stimulate our clits on our thighs, rolling occasionally to change who is driving. I can't keep my hands off her bum, but it's my tits she needs the most now.

Breaking off, she kisses down my neck, taking her time to reach her destination. I run my hands through her hair. There's something I need to know while I wait. "Why me?"

She kisses the top of my cleavage. "I knew straight away."

"How?"

Her tongue licks down and circles the underside of my left breast. "I could tell you like to be different. You don't want the ordinary."

"How did you know that?"

Her lips suddenly lock on my nipple and I can feel her tongue flicking gently across it, making me gasp in pleasure. She pauses to reply. "Even when you were out of it you were resisting. You weren't passive. You had a fire I needed to experience."

"Oh. Oooh!" is all I can say as she resumes her attention on my nipple, licking it backwards and forwards before seizing it with her lips and pulling it. Then I become aware of her fingers searching between my legs and I open instinctively. They slide down over my sopping lips and spread them so they can run over my hole. She pats it, all the while driving me mad with her tongue on my tits. I'm contracting wildly as she teases me, then she slowly inserts her middle finger.

"Oh my god!" I say to the room. I can feel myself seizing her finger as she works it into a position where she can reach my G spot. Then she pulls back and inserts her index finger as well. With both firmly inserted she returns to where she was and starts to expertly wriggle them in a rapid motion that has me writhing on the bed with my head back, screaming out loud. As if that wasn't enough, she also puts her thumb on my clit and begins gently rubbing it in a circular motion in time with the twitching fingers in my pussy, all the while continuing to lick and suck on both nipples in turn. It's too much, and I can feel lava rising in every corner of my being, building towards a volcanic orgasm. I squirm and kick uncontrollably as the sensations build in intensity. I've never felt anything like it and I stare down in wild eyed wonder at my merciless tormentor before cumming explosively. I let out a scream that trails off to nothing before bouncing back into a harsh gasp as I ejaculate from under my clit all over her hand, coating my legs and bum cheeks in hot, clear juice. Priya lets my boobs go so she can watch the aftermath, continuing to almost imperceptibly rub my clit to keep me from cooling down. It works. My body keeps spasming and contracting on her now motionless fingers while warm waves of pleasure wash over me. I shut my eyes and suck on my finger tips with my heartbeat pounding in my ears.

I eventually become aware of her voice, asking softly, "How was that?"

I have no words. I turn towards her and open my eyes. She is gazing at me with an inquiring look on her face. Rather than answering, I lean forward and kiss her on the lips, before lying back and moaning. "That was incredible. I've never cum like that in my life."

"Good. That was just the entrée my dear. I've only just started with you."

That makes me look back at her in wonder. What else has she got in mind?

"First though, I need you to make me feel good. I want you to suck on my tits."

She straddles me like she did in my dream and dangles her substantial breasts in front of my face. I remember to go slow as I extend my tongue and run it around her aerola. Priya shuts her eyes and moans softly. "Yes, that's it! Nice and slow. I want to enjoy every second with you."

My hands slide down her sides and stroke her long legs, while I alternate between licking and sucking on her nipple. The fleshy peak is now as hard as a rock and it fits perfectly in my mouth. I can feel her lowering her hips onto me so she can rub her pussy on my belly and we continue like that until I can sense her building up for her own release, but before she gets there she stops and rolls off to one side. "Rub me," is all she says.

That is a daunting request. Not only do I feel like I'm recovering from being hit by 1,000 pleasurevolts, but my only previous experience pleasuring another woman occurred years ago when I was drunk, at night, with my equally drunk and partially clothed friend. Now I'm fairly sober (although the wine with lunch has helped), naked, in broad daylight with a woman who is not only a confirmed lesbian, but also extremely skilled and sensual with it. No pressure.

I slide closer and reach for her slippery lips, easing my fingers in between her folds to search for her clit. I take it slow like she wants and explore her folds. I can't believe how wet she is, and it seems to be leaking out in a slow stream as I begin rubbing around her hood. My fingers make slurping sounds as I start to work on her. The initial results are encouraging. Priya has let her head lie back and she has shut her eyes as she lets out low moans and gasps of encouragement.

"Hmmm... oh yes. That's it... right there. Keep going like that..."

Her body starts to move in rhythm and I fall in with it so we are moving together. Her eyes open and she stares back at me with a hungry look, then she reaches out with her free hand and pulls my waist towards her. That brings us face to face and we kiss as I keep my hand moving around her most sensitive parts.

"That feels nice," she breathes in my ear, "keep going like that - you're going to make me cum soon. Do you want to make me cum Mary?"

I look back and bite my bottom lip. "Mmm-hmm," is all I can say.

"That's good, because I want to cum for you. I want to fill your hand with my cum. Put it flat and rub all over me."

I change my angle of attack so that I can spread my fingers over her pussy and rub from front to back and side to side, mixing it up by teasing her hole with my middle finger on the down strokes. I'm making it up as I go along, but I seem to be enjoying beginner's luck. Priya's head is buried in my neck and she is lost in her own pleasure. I can feel her gently biting my shoulder then licking it to make it better. I've put my thigh over her lower leg while she keeps her other leg in the air, resting her foot on my knee. Her free hand has slipped down to my waist and I can feel it sliding over my bum cheek, squeezing and spanking occasionally to spur me on. She is starting to really let go.

"Oh my god that's nice! Keep going baby, you're making me feel so good. Ooh-Ooooh... don't stop... I'm going to cum!"

Suddenly she jerks into me and her thighs clamp down on my leg, pinning my hand in between, while her head rolls back and she lets out an ecstatic scream that I'm afraid they will hear on the street below. I can't move my hand anymore but I keep it where it is, feeling her pussy contracting and her body spasming around it. It takes a few seconds before she goes limp and falls back on the bed, her chest heaving, her hand covering her eyes as if she's shielding them from a bright light. I pull my hand back and instinctively raise it to my nose. I can smell her musky scent, with a hint of honey sweetness. Yum! I taste her, sucking on my fingers one by one as I wait for her to come back to her senses.

"Oh my god Mary, that was amazing. I've been looking forward to you doing that to me since the first time I saw you."

She focuses her eyes again and notices my finger licking good response. It makes her grin and she reaches out to playfully grab my wrist. "Aren't you going to offer me some?" she scolds.

I laugh and we have a short push and pull before I relax and watch as she sits up and runs her tongue over my fingers, licking in between so as not to miss anything. Our eyes meet as she licks her lips, enjoying her taste on them, then her eyes narrow as she realises something.

"I haven't tasted you yet. That's not like me." Her expression becomes hungry again and she growls, "I usually like to taste my prey first."

She gets up on all fours and crawls over me like a tiger as I fall back on the bed, giggling, then she leans down as if to go for my throat but licks it instead, repeatedly, sending me into a stunned rapture under her erotic aggression. I need to fight back so I grab her face and we lock lips in a passionate kiss, rolling on the mattress together, wrestling to see who will end up on top.

She does. I'm pinned to the bed staring up into her deep brown eyes again, breathing hard. She leans in and kisses me gently on the lips, then licks back down my neck to my left breast, where she swirls her tongue around my nipple a few times, making me gasp and squirm underneath her. My nipples are so aroused any attention is like electricity and I can feel my clit pulsing in anticipation of where she is heading. It has fully emerged from its hood and is standing out, awaiting its fate.

Priya's downward journey is interrupted at my belly button, where she pauses to tickle me with the tip of her tongue. That makes me twitch and giggle, but it's only a temporary reprieve. She licks down to her destination and stops to inspect me.

"What a pretty pussy you have. So pink. So horny. And you are soooo wet," she adds as she extends her tongue and licks around my outer lips in one long, deliberate clockwise motion. My hands reach down and lock in her hair as she repeats the treatment, counterclockwise this time. My hole is contracting wildly and my clit is pulsing uncontrollably, letting out a steady stream of juice that Priya is only too happy to lick up.

"Oh my god, what are you going to do to me?" I whimper.

"Wait and see. Just lie back and enjoy."

She gives my clit a gentle peck and looks up to meet my eyes. We keep them locked she licks her lips, like she's anticipating a gourmet meal, then she dives down and runs her tongue hard around my hole, before darting it inside and lapping aggressively in and out. My head falls back against the pillow and I close my eyes so I can focus on the incredible burst of sensations she has unlocked. My mind has gone and I'm lost somewhere, unable to focus rationally on the room anymore, just on her nimble tongue, running around in mad circles on my pussy.

Eventually she slows down and French kisses my clit, running around the hood and gently using the tip of her tongue on my burning nub. It soon becomes too much and I can feel another explosion building in my hips, shooting down to my toes and up to my nipples, which are straining harder than I can ever remember.

I swear I launched my body off the bed when I came, but I don't remember the details. Maybe I blacked out slightly. All I know is my eyes are open again and Priya is still between my legs, softly kissing my inner thighs while she waits for me to come around.

"Hello sleepy," she smiles. "Was that nice?"

I'm speechless again, so I just nod pathetically. This woman is a magician.

I lie there limp as she sits up and crawls over me again, slowly, before lying down so our breasts can press languidly together. We enjoy some nice, easy kisses, but I get the impression this is just the calm before another storm.

She licks my ear and nibbles on my neck, whispering, "I'm sorry I didn't make us any desert to have with lunch." Pausing for effect, she pulls on my ear lobe with her lips before adding, "I guess you'll just have to eat me instead."

Our eyes meet and she gives me a lascivious look, filled with lust and unfulfilled need. I can tell the attention I've given her has lit a bonfire that will only build in intensity until I put it out. In this case I need to put it out with my tongue.

She lifts herself off me and brings her legs up so her thighs are on either side of my face, giving me a close up view of her pussy. Her lips are puffed up and glistening, her hair matted. Her fingers slide down and she places them on either side to open herself up to me. The view of her tits from below is exquisite and her eyes are staring expectant holes in me. I shift my gaze to the prize she is serving up. I can see her clit sticking proudly out from its hood. Her inner lips are bright pink and her hole is wide open, twitching and contracting. It almost seems to be drooling, she's so wet. There is also the scent of sex and the glow of arousal - musky and hot. All my senses are on overload. I can feel the need in her, almost pleading to me. An image from the movie Barbarella springs into my mind, but Priya is 100 times hotter and hornier than Jane Fonda.

I'm still recovering from the tongue lashing she just gave me, but I can still give her my best effort in return. I focus on her inner lips and extend my tongue so it barely makes contact. She spasms at my touch but keeps herself spread for me, moaning quietly in encouragement. I lick her gently and pull my tongue back so I can lick my lips and taste her juice. It's musky and spicy and fruity and utterly delicious. I repeat the movement, a bit firmer this time and enjoy the response. Her whole body shudders briefly, but she is determined to stay open for me.

"Oh god, don't tease me! I need to feel you inside me!"

That makes me smirk. The tables have turned. I get cute. "Oh, but I thought you wanted me to take my time? You'll have to make it clear... do you want me to make you cum now?"

"Do you want me to beg you?" she whimpers.

I lick her again, making sure I finish at her clit, but not quite touching it.

She groans in frustration. "Oh no! Don't stop there! Please Mary! I need you to fuck me with your tongue! I need you now!"

I'm not usually a cruel person, but I'm enjoying this sudden role reversal too much to stop just yet. "Tell me why I should," I demand.

She laughs, slightly hysterically. "Because I'm going to explode if you don't! I've never wanted anything so much! I've wanted for you to eat me out for so long. I've dreamed about it. Masturbated over it. Lick me Mary! Please! Make me cum on your face!"

Okay, if that's the way you feel about it. My smirk broadens but I show some mercy and swirl my tongue around her clit, capturing it between my lips and pulling on it slightly. She bucks in response and fights to stay in position. "Hmmmmmm! Yesss!"

So far so good. I keep my focus there for a while, licking her outer and inner lips, taking roundabout detours up to her clit and back, occasionally focusing on her straining bud with the tip of my tongue. It's driving her wild. Her guttural gasps of encouragement fill the room and she lets out pulses of juice that I lick up on my travels. Her hole is pulsing wildly and I can tell that's where she wants me to go. It's where I want to go too.

Without warning I lick back down and place my tongue at her entrance, lapping on her to let her know I've arrived, then I press it flat and cover her before drawing up along the length of her slit, finishing with a lap of her clit before coming back down to her honey pot.

Priya is loving it now. Her moans and gasps of encouragement have become more insistent and she has developed the eyes of a tigress, daring me not to stop or else. Her breathing is a shallow, rasping pant. "Don't stop now. Don't stop. Fuck me with your tongue Mary... I want to feel you in me."

It's time to get serious, she needs me to do this to her right now, so I twist my tongue into a tight circle and rim her entrance a couple of times before pushing inside and letting it search around her cavity. My lips suction around her inner lips and I treat it like a French kiss, the same way she did to me.

I can feel her hips grinding against me and I have to adjust my angle of attack to keep myself glued to her. My tongue isn't long enough to reach her G spot, but despite that limitation I seem to be taking her where she wants to go. She settles into a short thrust against my tongue, allowing me to concentrate completely on licking her as deep as I can go. The contact of my nose on her clit is helping and my hot breath is adding fuel to the fire. I've got my hands clamped on her thighs to try and keep her still. I glance up to see her pulling hard on her nipples, her eyes shut, her mouth open in a silent scream.

Only a moment later she cums violently, screaming at the top of her lungs, squeezing her tits and shooting out a stream of hot cum onto my tongue. I have to pull back so I don't choke on it, but I keep my mouth on her outer lips so I can lick up the mess now running down her groin towards her bum cheeks. Her body is quaking violently and her pussy hole is contracting in short spasms. She falls off to the side like a tree being felled and lies there panting, patting her chest to calm her heart beat.

I lie there watching in amazement, stroking her beautiful legs. Her intensity was gobsmacking. She really needed that - that was a release of more than just sexual tension - it was much deeper than that.

After a minute or so her eyes open and she looks back at me. We both laugh.

"I know what you're thinking. I'm lying beside a crazy woman, right?"

"That was nuts, but it was amazing as well."

"Mmmmm - it certainly was. You have a very talented tongue, Mary."

"How are you feeling now?"

"Like I've been run over, but in a good way." She props herself up on her elbow so she can see me better. "But you know what?"

"What?"

Her eyes narrow in exaggerated lust. "I'm still not finished with you yet."

Oh my god, she has got to be kidding! Or insane. What can she do to top that?

She gets up so she is kneeling beside me and pushes my legs apart. Then she puts her left leg in between mine so we are in a scissor position. I can see where this is going now and I'm actually mad for it. Pushing my pussy against hers will be the icing on the cake.

She grips my right thigh and holds it against her body as she lines up our pussy lips. I shuffle underneath her so we can set up a good contact. The touch of her body sends a warm wave through me and I can hear a wet squelch when she makes full contact. Her lips are so soft, and her clit is so hard. There is so much juice in between us that we slide effortlessly across each other when she makes her first thrust.

Her tits sway gracefully at first, but soon begin to swing and bounce when she starts building up momentum. I'm happy to lie still for her so she can drive, making sure she has easy access to my clit and moaning in encouragement. Not that she needs any. Her look of intense lust tells me - she is lost in desire again, hungry to get off with my whole body. Her free hand moves to my left breast and she holds it loosely in her palm as it jiggles around.

The room is filled with our grunts and gasps and the wet sound of our lips slipping and sliding over each other. She focusses on keeping our clits together, occasionally letting hers glide over my wide open hole. As we build to our climax she makes her body twitch like a living vibrator, forcing our buds together in an intense contact. That's all I can handle and I explode again in another wild orgasm, but she is relentless and keeps going despite me, cumming shortly afterwards with a loud guttural groan.

Her body jerks and spasms on top of me, then she collapses beside me with her eyes shut and a vacant look on her face. I turn towards her and we hold onto each other while the last waves of sensation pulse through us, our legs still entwined, our breasts pressed hard together. The room has heated up and there is a light sheen of sweat on our bodies.

Priya starts stroking my back while my hand moves to her irresistable bum and I squeeze and stroke her cheeks until she opens her eyes again. She finally looks satisfied and she pushes her slightly matted hair back from her forehead and lets out a little laugh. "I love tribbing. I always have to finish with another pussy up against mine. Did you enjoy that?"

I'm still a little lost for words to be honest, so I lean in and kiss her lips before lying back and attempting an opinion. "I've never felt anything like it. Your pussy is such a nice soft cushion. I think that was my favourite. How did you do that thing at the end where you vibrated against me?"

She smirks I satisfaction. "That? Oh, it's nothing really - just years of training."

"You are a Jedi of lesbian sex, Priya. I think you've turned me over to the dark side."

"I'm not sure what that means, but I'm glad to hear it!" she laughs. "You are very funny, Mary. That's what I like about you the most. Even more than your pretty eyes and your sumptuous tits. And your sexy legs. And your cute bum. And you delicious pussy."

That makes me laugh in return. "Okay, okay I get it! You're into me. I think I can handle that. If it means more of this."

She kisses the end of my nose. "There is much more of this coming your way if you want it. One taste is never enough."

We pause and stare into each other's eyes. I'm still in dangerous territory, but now I know what rewards await me I'm feeling a lot less apprehensive. We kiss for a while, just enjoying the feel of each other and the cool air on our overheated skin.

"You know what?" she suddenly declares, "I still feel like I need something else. Wait here."

Something else? What on earth is she after now? A minute or so later she comes back carrying half a cucumber and a medium sized carrot.

I stare at her incredulously. "Seriously?"

She smirks again and gives me one of her introverted coquettish looks. "Whatever do you mean? I just though you might like a snack."

"Yeah, sure. I know exactly what you want to do with those."

"Okay, is it that obvious? I suppose it is. That was the other reason why I wanted to have anti-patso for lunch. Because we can have fun with the left overs. I still need a deep cum inside me, my G spot is tingling and it needs to be rubbed. Fingers are nice but they don't fill you up enough. You know what I mean don't you?"

Yes I do, and that's where my husband will come in later. That's the next bridge to cross. What am I going to say to him? "I'll take that up with my husband when I get home."

"Hmmm - I forgot about him. Well as you know I don't have, or particularly want, that option. A cock would be nice, but the biggest problem with them is that they are always attached to a man. And none of the men I have come across are worth the trouble. So I use the natural disposable options. The cucumber is nice because it has ridges, especially the telegraph variety, and the carrot hits harder when you get it in the right place. Wanna try?"

Do I? Not really. I prefer something warm and alive. "Not so much. But I can help you if you like."

"No problem. I'll start with the cucumber and show you what I mean. Then maybe you can do me with the carrot."

The fact that I'm about to insert a vegetable in my former doctor's pussy is an odd thing to process, but after everything else it surprisingly doesn't seem that surreal. Might even be fun. "Sure. Show me."

She lies back against a pillow and spreads her legs so I can get a good view, then winks at me as she picks up the cucumber and places it against her glistening inner lips. They wrap around the end of the eight inch long left over. She rubs it around her entrance to get it slick before slowly sliding it in. Her eyes close and she licks her lips as it disappears inside her. I can hear her exhaling deeply, followed by a low moan as she twists it around, enjoying the sensation of the ridges rubbing around her inner walls. She has left enough for one hand to hold onto and she starts to pull it in and out slowly, making sure she is hitting her pleasure centre each time. It takes only a few strokes before she starts thrusting against it as she pushes it in, playing with her nipple with her free hand. I decide to be less of a spectator and slide up beside her so I can stroke her inner thigh and lick her other nipple.

"Oh yeah, do that! That feels good," she moans. I can sense she isn't far away so I keep my eye on her hand as it works away between her legs. A minute or so later she twitches and her head falls back into the pillow as she lets out a loud groan of satisfaction. Her hand keeps twisting the cucumber as she comes down, then she slowly pulls it out. It's coated in her juices. Despite that, or maybe because of that, she brings it up to her mouth and licks along its length, before offering it to me. I have a couple of misgivings, which is strange considering how ravenous I was for her juices on my own fingers, but I lean in and lick the other side. She joins me and we lick it clean before finishing with a long French kiss so we can taste her juices together.

"Your turn," she grins, "I need you to do me with that now" - indicating the carrot lying in wait on the bed beside us.

I pick it up and inspect it closely. It's quite smooth with a small bulbous end. It's resemblance to a penis is remarkable. I raise my eyebrows. "Did you choose this one deliberately?"

She lets out one of her coy laughs. "Of course. I spent quite a long time in the supermarket finding just the right shape. People must have been wondering what was so interesting."

We both laugh, then she assumes the position again and waits for me to sort out my grip on it. Our eyes meet and we share an amused look while I kiss the end of it and place it at her entrance, getting it slick on her lips like she did before. I push it in and feel her expand around it, before pulling back and repeating the process. She wants this a bit harder, so I oblige, watching it get slick and frothy as it emerges, then pushing it back like I imagine a cock would do.

"Twist it on the way back in!" she grunts. "Give it to me long! Keep going! Oh, yeaah! Yeaahh!"

She really is enjoying it far too much but hey, who am I to judge? After another couple of minutes she cums again and I leave it inserted until she stops contracting. She grabs my hand as I pull it out, indicating she wants it. This time she bites the end off and chews on it happily while I gape at her, open mouthed.

"This is what happens to men who mess with me," she grins.

The only thing I can do is laugh, which I do, loudly.

She is finally done. It's mid afternoon and I'm going to have to think about going home. What am I going to tell Logan? I'm a useless liar, but I'm in this too deep now. I can't confess. He'll either be as randy as all hell or annoyed that I didn't let him in on it. More likely the latter. He rightly believes we have no secrets from each other. Or at least we did until today. When we have sex later I'll be thinking about Priya as I enjoy his cock. Oh god, this is mad!

Priya can sense I have a troubled mind and she intuitively guesses why. She puts her hand on my arm and strokes it. "I hope I haven't put you in a bad place. I just had to get close to you. And I needed that release. You're a very special friend."

I nod slightly. I know that. Now I just need to own it. But before we get in too deep, I think I'm going to have to take Priya shopping. For some real toys.