The story of a lonesome ol'Jerome

*Andy’s POV*

I was still debating when Gwyn finished up with Sherpa. She gave me a quick tour, and I would have quickly gotten lost without a map if she hadn’t been there. There were different treatment areas, surgery rooms, appointment rooms, boarding areas, a critical care area, areas for isolation if an animal had a really contagious disease or one that humans could get (‘zoonotic,’ said Gwyn), and a bunch of the areas had different rooms for dogs, cats, exotics, reptile/amphibian/avian, or whatever needed something different. I hadn’t really thought about it, but I guess reptiles and some other exotics needed incubators if they were sick. She even showed me a little area with stuff for treating fish! There was also a necropsy room that smelled faintly bad, kind of like disinfectant, sickness, and death. Probably not coincidence that it had double doors and was far away from the staff room. I thought it was cool that they had a really nice room that they took owners and pets to for euthanasia, Gwyn called it the “soft room.” They had a similar one where they did acupuncture and massage therapy, though Gwyn said she didn’t know how, one of the other veterinarians was certified and did it three or four days a week.

Overall, a lot of tables, a lot of computers, and a lot of unfamiliar machines and equipment. I thought it was hilarious that there were two signs in the hall connecting the appointment rooms that read, “Don’t swear, our clients can hear you,” and someone had written “^ FUCKING” after “Don’t” on both of them. Someone else had added “Dr. Gray! Dr. Hageman!” at the bottoms. I pointed it out, and Gwyn said the expletives had been Dr. Gray’s handiwork. Jeanine, the Practice Manager, wouldn’t have let anyone else get away with that. Well, to be more precise, Gwyn said, “there’s no fucking way Jeanine would let anyone else pull that shit with our dicks intact.”

Gwyn grabbed a piece of paper out of a nearby printer. “Will you sign this for Georgia?” She had a cute look on her face- all hopeful, clearly uncomfortable at asking me to do anything, even something so small, something I did every day. Maybe I’m just the devil, but I couldn’t help but get an idea. My bunk on the bus was going to be really small, and limit… things.

I took the sheet of paper. “Of course. But can I ask a favor in return?” I circled a hand around Gwyn’s hip and pulled her a little closer, giving her my best ‘you really want me to stick my penis in you’ look. She nodded. “Space is going to be at a premium soon, Doc. I know it’s late, but when we get back to your place, umm…” I trailed off, feeling suddenly selfish, and just grinned and shook my head.

Gwyn placed her hands on my chest, tracing little forms on my collarbones. “What is it, Hot-shot?” Her wanton eyes promised totally shameless adventures. “You want to snuggle when we get back to my place?” I nodded, and I felt that familiar sensation of all my blood attempting to rush South.

I wanted to bury myself in her tight little pussy in a position where I could revel in that curvy, pale, plump ass of hers. I bit my lip, then went for it. “Can I have you doggy-style?” Gwyn turned scarlet, surprised, and hesitated. The pressure in my pants faltered and started to go down instantly. I saw a little fear in her big, grey-green eyes before she looked at the ground.

Uh-oh. Bad self-esteem alert. No problem- Andy to the rescue! I pulled an exaggerated pout. “Are you sick of me already?”

“Of course not, doofus!” Gwyn was grinning, which made me smile too.

“Are you sore?” I moved closer to her, until her full breasts were pressed against me. I moved a hand to feel up and down the soft curve of the back of her neck, a few curls wrapping around my fingers. She shook her head, biting her lip and looking up at me. Shit. This was neither the time nor the place for that damned erection... I tried to ignore it. “Then what is it, Doc?”

Gwyn looked sheepish, “I’m just, uh, shy. You… you’d be looking right at my ass, Andy.” I felt my dick rapidly expanding again, trying to leap out of my pants, and I accidentally let out a cross between a small groan and a whimper. I knew both my heads were envisioning exactly that pretty fucking clearly.

“My god, woman, that sounds amazing! That’s the point!” I took one of Gwyn’s hands from where it had been resting on my chest and put it over the bulge in my pants. “I fucking love your smooth, juicy, soft, supple, flexible, spankable ass!” I dropped the piece of paper, reached around her and squeezed the cheeks concerned appreciatively. I leaned in to whisper into her ear. “Fuck, Gwyn! I would fuck your sweet ass if you’d let me.”

I came back to Earth, realized what I had said, and that I’d been half dry-humping Gwyn’s hand. I quickly pulled away, embarrassed, and picked up the paper from the floor. I fiddled with the corner of it, afraid to look at her. “Um… I’m really sorry. I just really like your butt.”

She wasn’t saying anything. I twisted the corner of the paper, starting to panic. I could have sworn Gwyn had said she liked anal, but I should never have presumed to bring it up so soon, and definitely not as the one with the dick involved! Shit! What if I was remembering wrong? “We don’t ever have to do that if you don’t want to, I didn’t mean that to sound as though I were pressuring you.”

I concentrated on my boots and ran my hand through my hair, “I’m like the worst newly-minted boyfriend ever, right?”

I chanced a look up at her with a lame smile, and then Gwyn came at me, and I knew: this was it! I was going to get it in the balls! Fuck, I deserved it! I steeled myself for the unholy blow, willing my testicles to enter my abdomen, but none came. Instead, she pinned me against the wall!

Gwyn’s eyes were really bright, she had a wicked smile, and the way she moved her body against mine was getting me hard again really quickly. She licked up my neck and bit me right under my jaw, really sharp and quick, surprising the hell out of me! “Sign a nice, fresh paper, Andy. To Georgia Gray, with an ‘A.’ After that, we can go back to my place, and we’ll just see what I’ll let you do with my ass.” She squeezed me through my pants, walked a few steps away, then leaned against the wall and looked at me expectantly, waiting. I was ready to transcribe, by hand, all the lyrics to every song I’d ever recorded, to Miss Georgia GrAy, if necessary, to get to Gwyn and that exceptional ass of hers.

Notes

Alright, folks, moment of truth:


QOTD: Have you either- been punched in the balls (or) punched someone else in the balls?

i have totally punched several people in the balls. i've even taken it up a notch and performed castrations. ha!