Chapter 2: Ruby Tuesday

I woke up Tuesday morning in the funkiest of funks. Sara’s words wounded me more than I ever planned to admit, and our relationship lay broken at my feet. It’s always like that, it seems. Not until the morning after does the realization finally hit. The same revelation gutted my insides the day after my parents died. Something is sobering about sleep. It often makes reality so clear. So clairvoyant. Ugh. Tuesday. It might as well have been Monday.

However, unlike Mondays, I can always afford morning time for a little “self-service.” With half-cracked eyelids, I stumbled into my walk-in shower and yanked the knob with a clumsy wrist. The sudden burst of icy water stole my breath as it hit my chest. I jumped to the back of the stall like a cat, avoiding a bath, rocking back and forth on the balls of my feet until the stream pooling beneath me finally warmed. Now I stepped into the welcoming spray, letting the water cascade over my pert nipples and form a rivulet down my spent cock.

The stream engulfed my body like a sweltering shroud, and all the blood it heated seemed to circulate straight to my cock. I wasted no time stroking it, running my nimble fingers along its thick veins until it came to total hardness. My horniness was eager this morning. The hot water splashed against my face as I squeezed my cock harder—then I stroked it faster. Faster. My smooth hips swayed forward as I pictured Sara’s tight folds on the other end of my swollen head (makeup sex was always the best). With each commanding stroke, I rose closer to climax. Each aroused spasm spat a little more precum from my shaft, and it caused me to gasp involuntarily—I swallowed a few mouthfuls of the boiling shower water. But it didn’t matter.

I yelped and whimpered and squeezed my cock harder. My tiny pink toes curled as my cock rippled and exploded. A thick wave of cum roped across my fingers, followed by another and another. The gooey mess clung to my hand in nasty white clumps as my breathing calmed. “Damn gross!” I muttered. Now, don’t get me wrong--I love creampie-ing girls (especially Cass). But I can’t stand the shit. And there’s something about the stuff when it comes in contact with water that just repulses me. I had been so desperate to distract myself from Sara that I had forgotten how much I hated jacking off in the shower.

I ran my toes against the shower drain to make sure I had gotten rid of all my jism before I turned off the water. My muscles relaxed as I patted myself dry. “Who needs you, Sara?” I almost laughed as I dressed—nothing like a morning orgasm to change my perspective on life. Today’s focus will be on Ms. Lucy Kurosawa. Lucy was the daughter of the much esteemed Toronto-area Doctor Hideo Kurosawa. It was only a matter of time before the meek, intelligent young woman would take over her father’s practice, already showing adeptness for all things medical—the girl had the hands of a surgeon.

I fidgeted through most of my classes that day. The burning anxiety in my chest, most of my angst, stemmed from me almost literally running into Sara only a few moments after stepping out of my town car. As I turned the first corner in the math building, the bitch came from the opposite direction. Her eyes bounced away from my body as if I hadn’t spent the previous night coming inside her. I jumped back and waited for her to greet me in ANY way. Come on, Sara. I thought. Then, an inaudible ‘hey’ oozed from her lips. She stepped around me, walking straight out the door and never looking back. I tossed a few blonde strands from my face, exhaled the breath I didn’t even realize I was holding, and carried on.

It wasn’t until biochemistry that my day got interesting. It was the only class I shared with Lucy. We barely acknowledged each other that day in the lab, but that wasn’t different from most days. I rarely saw Lucy talk to anyone unless it was vital to classroom participation. Meek and reserved, she had straight but long obsidian hair that fell halfway down her back. I handled my microscope with clumsy fingers, and my distracted mind kept forcing my eyes to graze up and down Lucy’s tanned and toned legs as they dangled off her stool. Poised and focused, she was a perennial overachiever who had already skipped a grade. Finally, she looked up from her microscope and glanced at me. She smiled slightly before quickly returning to her work. It was Lucy’s way of saying, “See you soon.” My cock throbbed in aching anticipation.

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I stepped out of the car sharply at 4:15 pm. Dr. Kurosawa expected all his patients (no matter how wealthy) to be punctual. From the office lobby’s stunning Eastern décor, one quickly got how much money flowed through Toronto. I had pristine marble floors with mahogany-colored sofa seats lining the open area. The centerpiece was a thousand-gallon aquarium with schools of exotic, brightly colored fish swimming about (I’m not sure if it was a thousand gallons. The only liquid I’m skilled at estimating comes out of me). Overall, the interior looks more like a restaurant than a place for sick people.

“Sunny Skye for my 4:15 appointment.” I smiled, coming to a stop at the receptionist’s desk. “Hey,” I turned my head at a dramatic 90-degree angle, trying to recognize where I knew the girl behind the desk. “Aren’t we in a class together at Pom Tree Catholic?”

The girl raised her head from the appointment book. Jet-black wisps of hair covered her eyes mysteriously. “Yes,” She replied in a hushed tone. “Biochemistry. I’m Lucy.”

I gave her a cordial smile. “Nice to meet you, Lucy.”

“Yes.” Lucy nodded bashfully, never breaking as much as a smile. “You as well. But—” She frowned as she ran her fingers across her datebook. “There seems to be some misunderstanding. Your appointment with Dr. Kurosawa isn’t until 5:00 pm.”

“Oh.” The playful bottom dropped out of my voice as I hung my head. “I’m always messing up the times, and my chauffeur just left.” I sighed loudly enough for everyone in the waiting room to hear me. “What am I going to do?”

Lucy turned to the office assistant sitting behind her, muttering something so soft it was like she wasn’t even talking. “I have an idea.” She turned back. “I’m going to medical school in the fall.” Because you’re here and my shift is about to end, I can place you in an examination room and take your vitals until the doctor can see you. We’re classmates, so I’m sure Dr. Kurosawa won’t have a problem with it.”

I nodded reluctantly. Lucy’s large brown-shaped eyes were like deep pools of intrigue as she stood at the counter. I followed her down the exam room’s hallway, my eyes fused to her petite ass swishing along in her pink and green scrub pants. A solid burning lump in my throat formed as we reached the end of the winding hall. Lucy unlocked the door with the jumbled set of keys from her pocket. The exam room was just as posh, with pictures of cherry blossoms and bonsai trees adorning the walls in aesthetically pleasing patterns.

Before Lucy locked the door, I descended upon her petite frame, wrapping my arms around her tiny hips. She sighed as she popped the lock in place—a sigh soon turned to a purr. Lucy wasted no time snaking her hand into her pants. “Finally.” She hissed. Her fingers made audible squishing sounds as she patted her wet mound.

“Fuck, girl.” I unzipped my skirt. “How long have you been this wet?” Once my cock was free, I turned a hand down the back of Lucy’s pants, running my fingers down the length of her tight asshole and into the pooling ravine of her cunt. Our fingers twirled together as she moistened them in her sex.

“Too long.” She sighed. Lucy pulled her pants down with her free hand and turned around. “I’ve been studying so much I’ve barely had time to touch myself.” She raised our linked fingers to her mouth and sucked the cum from our skin. The sweet fluid shone on her lips as she grinned at me. Lucy pushed onto her toes and slid her tongue into my mouth. I held her thin waist tightly as we traded saliva for a full minute. “Mmmm...” Lucy hummed into my throat when her curious fingers found my throbbing member. She pulled from the kiss, lapping up the trail of spit she left behind before speaking. “I remember the first time I saw this,” She hissed, her face beaming in awe of my rock hardness. “When I saw you naked in this very exam room last year, I knew I had to taste this.”

And taste it, she did. As Lucy lowered herself to pull my cock in her mouth, my thoughts drifted back to that fateful appointment for a routine physical last year. Since I was young, Dr. Kurosawa kept our family a secret, and Lucy joined the office staff not a week before. She’s trustworthy, so she was able to assist her father in collecting my specimens. I had only known her at school and never learned how to talk or interact with her. But something about the way she stared at me as Dr. Kurosawa trailed his latex-clad fingers across my scrotum—my naked body—my curves—my maleness. Her wondering, curious eyes put rabid butterflies in my stomach. He asked me a few general questions, and I felt like hyperventilating. Lucy’s chest was likewise heaving as she stood meekly in the corner. Suddenly, Dr. Kurosawa excused himself, and her daughter’s eyes shot from their sockets. Her hands trembled. I wasn’t in much better shape. I couldn’t help that my cock was growing right in front of the girl. Would I even stop it if I could?