14. Joshua

Joshua

T he next couple of weeks passed quickly. As usual I was working a million hours at the Veterinary Hospital, but at night or when I was on a break from work I was texting with Mabel like a teenager with his first girlfriend. We sent GIFs, talked about our days, and even shared stories about our clients.

We met for pizza again on Friday night, escalating the level of gossip in town about whether we were dating and what was going on with us, then on Saturday we went to explore one of the neighboring towns. We spent the day wandering through antique shops, visiting a farmer’s market, and eating at a local brewpub.

And we made out. A lot. I hadn’t enjoyed kissing this much since my first girlfriend when I was sixteen.

So far we hadn’t gone any farther than kissing and a little heavy petting. I could tell that Mabel still needed time before we took the next step. The more time we spent together, the more comfortable she was getting around me. I wasn’t sure what had happened with her ex-husband, but I was pretty sure he’d done a number on her. As confident as Mabel appeared, she still had these periodic flashes of insecurity that always seemed to take me by surprise. She always waited for me to make the first move.

That’s why I was surprised when Mabel showed up at the clinic Tuesday night around five o’clock, Esmerelda in tow. I rushed out as soon as the receptionist called me to say that they were in the lobby.

“Is Esmerelda okay?” I asked, my eyes going right to the dog.

“She’s fine,” Mabel said, suddenly looking shy. “I uh, never mind.”

She turned as if she was going to walk out, so I grabbed her hand.

“Come back to my office where it’s private,” I suggested.

I kept a hold of her hand, ignoring the curious glances from my staff, then went back to my office. Closing the door, I sat her in a chair, then leaned against the desk right next to her, studying Mabel’s face. I couldn’t get a read on her mood, but she seemed kind of uncomfortable.

“What brings you here?” I asked, bracing for the unknown. “Is everything okay?”

I hoped she wasn’t going to tell me that she didn’t want to see me anymore. That would really suck. I hadn’t had my heart broken since I was sixteen, but I was certain Mabel breaking up with me was going to bring me back to that time.

“No, I mean yes, everything is okay. Sorry to freak you out. It’s just that last night when we were texting, you mentioned that you were struggling with processing your year-end tax forms on QuickBooks,” she reminded me. “I wondered if you wanted some help? I’m pretty good on QuickBooks and I’m glad to help you get it fixed.”

My mouth dropped open and I just stared at her for a long, pregnant moment.

“You know what, never mind. I just was trying to --.”

Her words broke off as I pulled her out of her chair and into my arms. I kissed her until we were both breathless and when I finally pulled back I said, “You are my absolute favorite person right now. I cannot figure this shit out. It’s driving me crazy. I’m a doctor, not a payroll specialist.”

She gave me an impish smile. “Okay, how about you set me up on your computer and I’ll see if I can help.”

And when she fixed my QuickBooks problem in an embarrassingly short time, I knew one thing for certain: Mabel was the perfect woman for me and I was never going to let her go.

“Okay, so this is all set to submit. You just need to sign the approval and push the button,” she explained. “Let me show you.”

After she walked me through the process and the forms were submitted, I closed my laptop, locked it in the drawer where I usually kept it and grabbed Mabel by the waist, sitting her on top of my now empty desk.

“What are you doing?” Mabel asked breathlessly.

In the corner Esmerelda raised her head to see what was happening, then went back to sleep when she saw that everything was fine.

“This.”

I moved between her legs, the motion pushing her skirt up her thighs, and leaned my hands on the desk on either side of her. The pulse in Mabel’s neck was beating so hard I could see it. Our eyes met and held.

Finally she said impatiently, “Are you just going to stare at me or are we going to kiss?”

I smirked, then gave her just what she wanted.

Her lips tasted like grape and sugar, probably because she’d been drinking a bottle of grape soda while she worked. One thing about Mabel, the woman loved sugar.

Mabel nipped at my bottom lip, and I sucked her tongue into my mouth and gripped her luscious ass, pulling her closer to me until my quickly growing erection was pressing against her core. She wrapped her legs around my hips and used that for leverage to grind herself against me.

It felt good, but I wanted more.

Slowly I pushed her to her back, never breaking the kiss, and slid my hand underneath her shirt. I cupped her breast over the bra, squeezing it a few times before finding the nipple and pinching it between my fingers. Mabel groaned against my mouth, clearly on board with what was happening.

I broke the kiss, running my hands down her body until I reached the hem of her skirt. My eyes met hers.

“Mabel, I want to taste you.”

Her eyes widened. “Um, okay, that sounds good.”

I looked at her another few seconds, making sure she was really ready. We’d been taking things slow, and I didn’t want to freak her out by advancing from heavy petting to full on oral sex. When I didn’t move, she waved her hand impatiently.

“Are you doing that tasting thing today or what?”

I smirked, then pushed her skirt up the rest of the way with one hand and ripped her panties down her legs with the other. Once she was bare, I sat in my chair and slid her legs over my shoulders, moving in until my face was only a few inches from her pussy. I was close enough that I could see her arousal glistening on her pink skin.

“Beautiful,” I whispered reverently.

Lowering my head, I licked her from bottom to top, then slid my tongue inside her channel. Mabel made a noise that was somewhere between choking and moaning and after a quick glance upward to confirm that she was okay, I began exploring her folds with my tongue.

She tasted as sweet as I expected, and I couldn’t help the growl of satisfaction that left my throat at her reaction to my efforts.

“Joshua, that feels so good. Oh!”

Her words stuttered out as I slid my tongue inside her opening, licking as deep inside as I could manage. I fucked her with my tongue while my fingers made their way up to her clitoris. Once I found her little bud, I teased it and stroked it until Mabel was grinding her pussy against my face, her fingers tunneled in my hair.

I felt her inner muscles flutter against my tongue right before she gasped my name again. Then she was flying, shuddering beneath me as I continued to give her pleasure. When she dropped her arms and stilled, I looked up again. Mabel’s cheeks were flushed. She had her eyes closed and her mouth open while she panted, her face the very picture of ecstasy.

I wanted to put that look on her face every day for the rest of my life.

I licked her essence off my lips and waited for her to recover. Finally Mabel pushed up onto her elbows and looked down at me with a bemused smile.

“If that’s what you do when I fix your QuickBooks, wait until you see what I can do with spreadsheets. I’m a whiz at Excel.”