Zansi made a mental note to purchase more batteries for her Lelo. She was sure she didn’t want to know how many she had gone through since her neighbor, walking sex fantasy, moved in. It was embarrassing really.

The only person on the planet that knew her deepest secret, that she was still a virgin, was her best friend, Simone.

Simone was the polar opposite of Zansi. She was gregarious, outrageously funny, and not afraid of anything. Which is probably why she excelled in her field as one of the best cardiac surgeons nationwide.

Oh, and she was drop dead gorgeous as well, with her flaming red hair and a smattering of freckles across her nose.

Zansi had been drawn to Simone the first time she saw her in medical school. They didn’t meet until there was a big blowout at the local pub. Simone had walked right up to Zansi and introduced herself.

Simone had told her that she was aware of Zansi staring at her. Zansi immediately apologized and blurted that she wasn’t gay.

Simone burst out laughing and said that she also wasn’t gay. From that moment on, the two had been inseparable. So much so that when Zansi got hired at the renowned Redington Pediatric Clinic in Seattle, Simone had decided to take the position at UW Medical Center. It hadn’t even been in the running of those that were headhunting her, but it had been more important to stay close with Zansi than work at a more prestigious hospital. Besides, Simone knew she was going to rise to the top of her field no matter where she hung her hat.

Zansi hadn’t meant for herself to be a grown adult and still a virgin. It just happened. Before she went to college her shyness had been debilitating. She had severe anxiety as a child, and it got worse as she got older.

It was so debilitating, that one day when she was in college, she was asked to speak on a subject that she was well versed in, shaking, she slowly made her way to the podium, where she fell with a thud to the floor completely unconscious.

That kind of shyness doesn’t just go away, you must work within your comfort zones. The one place that she felt one hundred percent at ease was around babies. There was nothing like holding a newborn. Each and every time she examined a baby, she felt awe and wonder. They were such a miracle!

So, once she left college still a virgin, grad school proved impossible to rectify that. She spent more hours awake and working than she did sleeping for the entire four years. To this day, she’s not sure she remembers much about grad school. It was one big blur of sleep deprivation.

Fast forward two years of her on the job and low man on the totem pole at Redington Medical Clinic, and she still didn’t have time to have wild monkey sex. Well, only with her vibrator and imagination, which was vast and dirty.

And honestly, it was too embarrassing to even think about. She had gone on a few dates since moving to Seattle, but she hadn’t met anyone that she was willing to tell her secret to and ask for their help. It felt like she would be handing out a golden ticket to some unsuspecting man. She could only imagine the question that would go through their minds. What was wrong with her?

Zansi’s musings were interrupted when her secretary, Tara, knocked urgently.

“Come in,” Zansi announced.

Tara poked her blonde head into her office. Zansi thought Tara looked like Baby Spice, who Zansi loved as a teenager in London.

“Dr. Patel, I know it’s closing time, but there is a man here that insists that his baby needs to be seen by a doctor. I’ve told him he can go to the outpatient at the hospital, but he insists on seeing a doctor now.”

Zansi nodded. “Okay, that’s not a problem. Why don’t you just bring him to the exam room and then you can go home. I can show him out.”

Tara made a face. “Are you sure? I do have to pick up my son at daycare.”

Zansi waved her hand. “Go, go. I’ll be fine.”

She got up and used the bathroom. As she was washing her hands, she studied herself in the mirror. She had a standard look for work which consisted of her long dark hair pulled tightly into a bun at her nape, no makeup, pencil skirt, silk blouse, and reasonable heels. Boring. But the babies didn’t mind one bit. And that was just how she liked it.

Humming a lullaby that she sang to her young patients; she gave a quick knock and entered the exam room. And there he was, her sex fantasy come to life. Standing like a mighty oak, swaying softly back and forth to comfort the crying baby in his arms. Sweet Jehovah, her legs felt like cooked spaghetti as she stood there gaping and her poor pussy began to gush.

***

Holy fuck. He didn’t know what he was expecting, an old man perhaps, but the doctor that walked through the door almost made his legs buckle. Which was saying something because he had seen thousands of beautiful women.

Maybe it was the unusualness of her beauty that stuck a nerve with him. The way she almost tried to hide her beauty with her hair pulled tightly into a bun and her sensible clothes. It had the opposite effect on him, that's for sure.

His cock took full notice of her willowy, ballerina-like body, her dark exotic eyes that met his, and especially that full pink mouth. Fuck me, her mouth was featured in every man’s fantasy.

Thankfully, she was more professional than him. She smiled and held out her hand.

“Hello, I’m Dr. Zansi Patel. What seems to be the problem?”

The moment his hand touched hers, an electric shock ran through him, making his cock twitch. If he wasn’t careful, he would have a fully erect dick pointed straight at her.

“Um … Flynn Steele … have we met?” he asked.

Dr. Petal’s eyes got big, and she shook her head. “No, no, I'm quite certain we haven’t met. Can I see the patient?”

The melodic lilt of her British accent further excited his curious dick.

Flynn gently laid Alice in the doctor’s arms. He was just close enough to smell her hypnotic scent. It was sweet and exotic. Jesus Christ, he wanted to sniff her like a bloodhound.

Seconds after the doctor held Alice in her arms, the baby stopped crying. It was miraculous really.

“What’s the baby’s name?”

“Alice,” Flynn said with a voice that sounded like it was coated with sandpaper.

The doctor stopped swaying and held the baby out to study her.

“Alice? I remember you, sweet girl,” she said looking at Flynn. “I remember because I thought it was such a beautiful old-fashioned name. And I also remember the baby looked like an angel. She looks like you and your wife. Your wife was lovely too. You’re a lucky man,” she said smiling.

That smile made him lose his thoughts for a moment. He cleared his throat.

“Um … she’s my niece,” Flynn said, pointing to the baby. Her mother is … was my sister. She died in a car crash last month when Alice was just a month old.”

The good doctor was horrified, and Flynn wished he hadn't had to shock her.

“Oh, my, Mr. …”

“Steele, but please call me Flynn. It’s okay really.”

“Mr. … Flynn … I’m very sorry for your loss. How are you holding up? Caring for a newborn baby isn’t easy in the best of circumstances.”

Flynn’s heart skipped a beat. Not one person had really asked him how he was. They just looked at him with a mixture of pity and gratitude that it wasn’t them.

He cleared his throat again.

“I won’t lie, it’s been tough. My second nanny quit … I had to let go today. Partly because Alice cries all the time. Is she sick? Am I doing something wrong?”

Doctor Patel smiled softly, and it seemed like his world righted itself. What the fuck was this?

She laid Alice on the exam table and began to undress the baby who immediately began to cry again. Those urgent, pathetic cries only a newborn baby can produce.

“Shhhh, I know you don’t like to be undressed, precious girl, but this will only take a minute.”

Flynn could only stare as the doctor warmed the stethoscope with her breath before touching baby Alice’s tiny chest. She then deftly turned Alice over and listened to her back, before touching the pads of her gorgeous fingers to certain points on the baby's body. Flynn would have given almost anything to have those fingers wrapped around his cock. Fuck me.

Doctor Petal put Alice’s clothes back on her like a pro and wrapped her in a receiving blanket that was folded on the counter. She swaddled Alice so tight, Flynn thought he could have thrown her like a football. Alice stopped crying immediately.

“So, your niece suffers from Colic. It’s very common and shockingly there is little knowledge of why certain babies suffer from it and some don’t.

“Some think it's acid reflux and others lactose intolerance. Regardless, I will show you how to cope with it. The good news is that it doesn’t last forever.”

Flynn stood there like an idiot staring at the beautiful doctor, until she smiled self-consciously, bringing him out of his stupor. He really shouldn’t be this keyed up. Especially not after his morning scene with Sally. Apparently, his cock had forgotten all about Sally and was like a heat seeking missile for the good doctor. For fuck’s sake.

“Um … then Alice is in good health?”

The doctor smiled and his heart constricted.

“Baby Alice is perfect. Now, one of the things that seems to work to calm a colicky baby is swaddling them. Here,” she said, unwrapping Alice, “I’ll show you how.”

After a few tries, Flynn was able to master the art of swaddling and Alice seemed to approve, because she drifted off to sleep.

“Another thing you can try is tummy time or laying them on their side for a bit. The thing that works the best, late at night, however, is … skin to skin contact.”

There was no hope for his poor cock at this point. Just the words “skin to skin” coming from this woman’s mouth had him almost coming in my jeans.

She must have realized her words because she looked away, shyly, clearly uncomfortable. Good job, Flynn. Embarrass the baby doctor so she will never in a million years take Alice on as a patient.

“Um … that makes sense, they can feel your warmth and your heartbeat. It must be comforting to a newborn.”

Doctor Patel smiled gratefully for the save of her embarrassment and nodded. “Exactly.”

Flynn picked the baby up. “Should I unwrap her to give you your blanket back?”

Doctor Patel grinned and shook her head. “No, we have plenty. It’s kind of our jam.”

His cock wanted to weep at how fucking adorable she was. “Um … would you be able to be Alice’s primary doctor?”

The doctor looked thoughtful. “Yes, I think we can arrange that. If you leave your name, telephone number, and email address, I will have my secretary send you a questionnaire to fill out.”

Flynn held out his hand. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you seeing us. I was at my wits end.”

The moment her skin touched his, that same electrical current surged through his body.

“You’re most welcome. I’m glad I could help. I look forward to seeing you soon.” A look of horror crossed her beautiful face. “Um … I mean at Alice’s next well check, of course. But if her colic doesn’t improve, don’t hesitate to call the office.”

Flinn didn’t want to leave the doctor’s side but reluctantly he nodded. “I will call your secretary tomorrow and give her all my information. And thanks again.”

He walked out of the office and to his car where his heart felt heavy, and his cock wasn’t speaking to him. He would take matters into his own hands as soon as Alice went to sleep tonight. All the while imagining Dr. Zansi Patel’s sweet brown fingers jacking him off instead of his own.