I was kissing her. Like, full-ass making out with Orchid, just like last time. This woman, whose name was unknown to me, tasted even better than I could remember. I had dreamed of her too many times to count the past week, but this… the real thing was so much better.

Then her hand had found its way under my dress to press into my boobs. Why had I even worn a bra today?

But then all of my thoughts left. Just… evaporated.

Because she had suddenly pinched the tip of my fucking nipple, and was just… fucking playing with it!

“Ah-ah… O-Orchid!” I whined, and all of a sudden, white cloth was flying around me as Orchid scrunched it up and whipped it off of me.

Okay. I’m in my underwear again.

I blinked my eyes open just as Orchid came crashing back down on top of me with her own top off!

“Want anything special, Sweet Lily?” Orchid asked above me, and she looked so damn sexy I think my tongue melted.

She dipped her lips to the hollow under my jaw, and I twisted my head to allow it. Where had my tongue gone? I was just using it to kiss Orchid, but now…

I swallowed, and I know Orchid felt my throat bob, but she didn’t stop kissing my neck. I still could not find my tongue, though.

“How about I just try things and you tell me if you like them or not?” Orchid finally asked into my neck.

All I could do was nod, so I did.

But then her touch was leaving my neck and traveling down… down… fucking down, and holy shit how far could she go?

Leaving a trail of her saliva down my throat, chest, stomach, and usually, I’d get all fidgety and grossed out, but it was… oddly pleasant.

And then she was touching my hips, her fingers wrapped around the hem of my underwear as she began to pull. I gathered all of my strength and lifted my head to watch what she was doing, and right then, as if sensing my gaze, she looked up seductively and smirked, biting her lip.

My eyes rolled back in my head as I let myself fall back onto the bed.

She lifted my thigh with her hand to further rid me of my underwear, and I tried my best to help her, but holy fuck, I was a melted mess of what I had used to be. Was I even a person anymore? Could anyone ever feel this sort of pleasure? What the fuck?

But then my underwear was completely off of me and I was suddenly one measly piece of fabric away from being full-ass naked. But what did that matter? Orchid had already touched everything. It didn’t matter if she’d seen it or not. Besides, wasn’t that the reason I was here? For sex and shit?

“Ah-AH!” 

If I had thought my thoughts left earlier, my entire brain turned into… I don’t even know what my brain turned into… or where it went… all I knew was that I couldn’t think. Couldn’t do anything but feel every-fucking-thing that was happening to me.

Because I had felt something tickle me. Something distinctly not fingers.

Her lips, her angel’s lips, a gift to her from Cupid himself, made to create love. Those two blood-red devil’s servants, things born to ruin the purity of everything they touched, the creators of pleasure.

And they were on my… y’know…

I bit my lip to keep in my whines, but I wasn’t strong enough to stop them. “Mhmm…” seemed to vibrate from inside of me as I clenched the bedsheets and writhed. But then my lips began to slip from my teeth until they parted and let out a humiliating fucking moan. “Mmnnaahhh…!”

I arched off the bed as her touch came stronger against my most sensitive skin, licking and kissing, but somehow, it wasn’t enough.

I think my brain had been shoved into a little box in the back of my skull as my motor skills seemed to be taken over by… by… by I don’t even know what, but whatever it was, it made me stretch into that heavenly mouth, pushing myself onto her.

She hummed what felt like a laugh against me before her mouth became more aggressive. Or maybe ‘aggressive’ wasn’t the right word. I wasn’t sure, I couldn’t think. More… powerful? Stronger? Purposeful?

Who cares…

It felt great, and she was just licking me. Rubbing her tongue and lips against me, and it shouldn’t feel this great, but it did, and all I could do was lie here and take it.

A piece of my mind thought, Was she okay with doing this?

But at the same time, I thought, Who the fuck cares? She wouldn’t be doing it if she didn’t want to!

And with that spine-tingling thought, my tongue made itself known in my mouth.

“Ah-fuck! FUCK! Ugh-” I swore into the empty air, and I felt my legs spread wider on their own accord. “Ah-AH-AH, Orchid, gah-ah, FUCK!”

I had no idea when my brain had suddenly decided to swear, but it definitely hadn’t done so before I had met Orchid. I don’t think… yeah, I didn’t care. It felt surprisingly nice to swear, and now I understood why so many high school students would swear back when I was at school. It felt like an eternity ago, but what did it matter? It was the past, and now is the present, and holy fuck that felt amazing.

“You feel- ah fuck, fuck, o-oh, so good, damnit!”

And as my hands clenched and unclenched the bedsheets, she groaned into me and pushed my legs further apart. Her vibrating mouth sent a shiver up my spine and I threw my head back further with a similar moan.

She was enjoying this, and knowing that she was enjoying something that I was enjoying, that she got pleasure from giving me pleasure… it did things to me that should’ve been illegal.

But with a gasp, she pulled her mouth off of me, and my moans of pleasure changed into whines of longing.

“O-Orchid,” I whinged, as my spine continued to arch, pushing myself up in hopes she’d continue. Since when had I become so desperate?

“What do you want now, Sweet Lily?” she asked me breathily.

Holy fuck, I knew what I waned now. But I… I couldn’t! Sh-she wouldn’t make me say it, right?

“Orchid…!” I whined again, begging her with my voice. I lifted my head up as high as I could to look down at her. Fuck, the sight of her between my legs was doing the most embarrasing things to me. I curled a foot up to try to pull her back towards me, but she just braced against the mattress under my legs and smiled like a demon. “Ah, fuck… m-more… please…”

Her smile widened and she let my leg pull her back down. “Whatever you want, Sweet Lily. Your wish is my command.”

But this time, she didn’t lick and kiss me the way she had before. She dove tongue first into me and actually pushed in. How in hell did she-!

“Ah-ah-AH! Oh, fuck, shit, gah-!” my voice sang, interrupting my own thoughts. What had I been thinking?

But then she curled her tongue upwards, and I think I lost my mind. My back arched so far off the bed, I had half a mind to be worried about snapping my spine. And I felt every part of me convulse violently as she didn’t stop, her hands continuing to push me open as I strained to shut my legs closed tight.

We could have been there for years or seconds, I couldn’t tell. I was lost in… no, I was drowning in pleasure, all of which was dealt onto me by this woman. Who the hell was she under the mask?

But finally, after what felt like an eternity, my violent shivering stopped and she slowly pulled away. 

My heavy breathing drew my chest up and down in large heaves as I tried to replenish my oxygen supply. Her hands on my inner thighs began to weaken their force as she let me relax.

I wish I could’ve seen her face, but I lost my eyes in my head somewhere, along with pretty much the rest of me.

I was grateful that Orchid just let me lay there after having the most mind-boggling orgasm of my entire life. Well, I guess I didn’t really have that many to compare to, anyway.

And so I lay there, waiting for my senses to slowly return to my body little by little. First, my hands, where my fingers were digging into my palms through the sheets. Then my legs, tensed together, and I forced them to relax. And then my chest, breathing in and out, up and down, and I tried to ease my breathing. Next was my face. It was hard to find my lips, my throat, my tongue, my nose, but I lay there and figured myself out. Last were my eyes.

I blinked them open to find myself staring up at the ceiling. It wasn’t that much of a surprise, but my brain couldn’t process it anyways. I guess my brain would be the last organ of myself that I would rediscover. I hadn’t found it, yet.

“Are you okay, Sweet Lily?” came a sugary voice. I knew it was Orchid, but my mind stayed blank as a fresh piece of paper. “Water?”

I turned my head to look at her. When had she gotten up? Either way, now she was sitting back on the edge of the bed and lifting my head up, tilting a bottle of water into my lips.

The thought that I had only met this woman twice and was trusting her to not only see me naked but to also touch me and feed me water sent chills up my spine.

Had I no reason to trust her? She never gave me incentive to deem her untrustworthy.

“Th-thanks,” I breathed once she let my head drop back.

She smiled down at me, not sweetly but not cruelly. Almost… falsely, like a mask over her mouth just like the one over her eyes.

“Of course, Sweet Lily.”

…

I couldn’t stop thinking about it. About her. About the way she made me feel. Like… what the fuck?

Diane could tell I was out of it. Every day, when I passed by the front desk where she sat, typing in records and scheduling appointments, she gave me this look. This look that asked, ‘are you okay?’ and ‘what in the hell happened!’ all at the same time. She was way too intuitive for my own good, but that was why she was so good at her job… and at managing mine.

Diane was my best friend. She was kind and smart and witty. Her patience never seemed to run out, even when Isaac got drunk for the fourth time in a month and we had to haul him back to our apartment. But it was fine if he got drunk because the concept of ‘hangover’ seemed to evade him. Besides, he trusted us too much and knew nothing could ever happen so long as we were here.

Isaac, our other best friend, was definitely the crazy one. He always had something or other going on, whether it was a new boyfriend or party or winning the lottery (which happened twice!). He was free in so many ways, whilst I was tied down.

Diane was an orphan who was fostered by my parents. We went to the same school and did the same activities and we were always practically joined at the hip. And maybe it was because we didn’t meet until we were twelve, but we never had sibling rivalry. We never really felt like actual sisters, just best friends who happened to live together.

And maybe it was because she had lost her parents in a fire, but her maturity was always miles above everyone else’s. It took me a while to pull her apart and help her have fun. She hated fire, though.

And Isaac got disowned by his parents when he was eighteen. They kicked him out on his birthday when he came out to them as trans and gay. Maybe that was why he was so free. He had no parents to impress, no family expectations to live up to. All he had to do was… well, whatever he wanted!

I might’ve been jealous of them. They had problems to blame for their problems. I had problems with no problems to blame. Maybe I was just broken?

Either way, it had to be the Thursday directly after my second… ahem, night with Orchid when Diane finally cornered me ten minutes before we opened.

“Okay, Lils,” she said as she walked into my office without knocking. I would only ever let her and Isaac do that. “Something’s got you strung tighter than your schedule.”

I snorted a laugh, though it was made quite painful seeing that I had just taken a sip of coffee. I coughed into my hand as I glanced teary-eyed up at Diane.

“I’m not going to ask what it is,” she told me, “but I am going to insist that we go out with Isaac tonight and have some fun.”

I sobered somewhat because I had just had fun last night. I don’t think I could go two nights in a row without dying.

But then my brain did a backtrack and I blinked as my thoughts came to a screeching halt. 

What the fuck are you thinking, Lily? Diane suggesting sex? Yeah, right, when pigs fly…

I dropped my forehead into my non-coffee-cup hand and scoffed. “Yeah, sure, what the hell.”

I heard her leave and shut the door behind her, taking note of the strange silence that she left behind her, but my brain was too tired to even think about it. Why was I so tired again?

I let my head drop with an audible thunk onto my desk before using the force to throw myself backwards, to lean into my chair. I passed a hand over my eyes as I groaned. But at some point, I’d have to get ready for work, so I threw my hand back onto the armrest and leaned forward. I looked around at my desk, the files of paperwork I had yet to complete, the millions of tabs open on my monitors with all of my schedules, notes, appointments, research, and so much more…

And that one incognito tab hidden behind all of the others… but I didn’t think about that.

So I stood from my desk and grabbed my laptop, pulling it from the plug attached as the minutes slowly passed closer and closer to opening time. I grabbed my clipboard, placing it on top of my closed laptop.

It was something I had always done ever since my first day of work. I’d walk out to the front room and open the doors myself, usually to let in a whole crowd of patients and their parents and guardians. I’d give a wide smile to all of the children and a polite nod and handshake to the adults.

And after everyone lined up outside of the door had entered, I changed the sign from ‘Closed’ to ‘Open’. Then, I looked at my clipboard for the name of my first patient.

“Lainie Brookes?” I called, looking up from the clipped papers, pressing my glasses further up my nose as I searched for a little six year old girl with glasses and red hair. She bounced up from where she sat in her mom’s lap and smiled up at me, and I couldn’t help but smile widely back. “You excited for today?”

She nodded so vigorously, I had to bend down and push her glasses back up her eyes. I laughed as I took her hand and led her into room one.

The Princess Room, we dubbed it, because it had pastel pink wallpaper with a mural of a castle surrounded by flowers and butterflies. This was painted by Isaac, a welcome gift from him to me back when I first started my business here. A mural per room.

The Princess Room and the Pirate Room were usually preferred by the girls and boys respectively. The Ocean Room and the Forest Room were gender-neutrally styled. Lastly, the Cloud and Sun Rooms were for infants.

I personally designed each room based on my knowledge of children, using the multitude of kids of my various friends and family members.

Floral Futures was the most affordable and child friendly pediatric office. Local and low-staffed though we were, we made sure we only ever got five-star reviews.

“So, Lainie,” I began as she hoisted herself up onto the pink papered bed. “How have you been? You’ve been taking your medicine, correct?”

I turned to her mother, who had just taken a seat in one of the two side chairs. She warmly smiled, nodding as Lainie enthusiastically shouted, “Yes, I took my medicine!”

Lainie had been with me since her birth… and had been diagnosed with cancer about a year ago.