Chapter 1

I gasped when I saw it for the first time.

"You've got to be kidding. Like you've never seen a penis before!" he laughed. "It's even part of your job."

"Yes, Steven, of course I've seen a penis before. I just hadn't realized quite how ... large you are," I replied. "That thing's a monster!"

"As if!" But his ego swelled just a little, I could tell.

In truth, it probably fit the description of 'normal'. Well, the large side of normal, anyway. It certainly wasn't one of those twelve inch cocks you read about in porn magazines. But it was a good seven inches, and bigger around than my less-endowed ex-boyfriends. More than big enough for me, in fact...

"This could be a problem, you know."

The next logical step in the conversation, unsurprisingly, was "Huh? Why?"

How to explain? Hmm. Not really the time, I decided. We could talk about it later. Besides, as much as I knew it couldn't last, I wasn't eager to break up with the man who'd had me moaning with such passion recently. Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow...

"More action, less talk," I demanded, and fitted my actions to words. I leaned in to press my lips to his again, and slid my hands back into his lap where they'd been moments before. A soft nip of his lower lip made him groan, reaching around me with one arm to tangle his fingers in my hair, and the other hand returning to my exposed, painfully erect nipple. We continued to maul each-others' mouths, his tongue demanding entry, and my own welcoming it in with a hesitant touch. My hands were roaming up and down his erection, stopping to swirl a finger through his pre-cum every other stroke or so.

Using his grip on my hair as leverage, he cocked my head back and proceeded to nibble his way up and down my neck, his tongue lightly tickling me, punctuated with harder bites which made me twitch. My neck is so damn sensitive ... and that man knew exactly how to use it to his advantage. He kept alternating nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. It was driving me insane.

His hand creeping from my breast down my belly was interrupted when my digital watch started beeping. Flinching apart, we both glanced at the time.

"Shit! I'm so sorry. I'm gonna be late. Can you give me a ride to the emerg?" I jumped up off the couch and started tucking myself back into my clothes, smoothing my hair out. I smiled as sweetly as I could as I watched him stand and struggle to zip his fly up over his raging erection. He gave me a forgiving smile, and we headed to the car.

"J, sweetie, could you give me a ride home?" I asked nine hours later. I had worked hard in the emergency room - the usual colds and injuries, but I'd also had to tell two people they had cancer. That little part of my job drained me immensely, and I was exhausted. Normally I would walk home - I'd always had a weight problem and didn't want it getting ahead of me again - but I was just too tired. Besides, my gay friend was the perfect person to talk with about my little problem. The 'J' stood for Jonathan, a name he hated. No one called him that, except maybe his mother - a prissy, matronly, society woman who was deeply ashamed of her son's sexuality. After a ten minute drive, we sat in J's car outside my apartment.

I was thoughtful and quiet the whole way home, and J, never one to miss something like that, sat patiently and waited for me to spill my guts.

"I met someone," I started. "His name's Steven." I proceeded to tell the whole tale.

Steven was an architect, who just happened to work with one of my old friends from university. He was one year older than me (which made him 29), owned a house and a totally sweet golden retriever. He was probably what most people would describe as average looking, but he had a bunch of characteristics which made him practically irresistible to me. He was tall - maybe 6'3" - with dark brown, almost black hair. He was built big, although he was not really overweight, but not a body builder either. Solid. His skin was considerably darker than mine, although being as pasty white as I am it's almost impossible not to be darker than me. He had a combination that makes me swoon every time – dark, dark hair, with impossibly luminescent blue eyes.

As you can probably tell, I was smitten. Badly.

We'd met the first time about a month before at a party at my friend's place. I'm pretty sure it was a set-up, since I was the only one in the house who didn't work with them. Not that I minded; I'd been single for a couple of years, and was still feeling somewhat guilty over my last, very ugly break-up. I was also getting pretty sick of going to weddings and parties without a date, or worse - with a gay guy friend. Who inevitably found some other cute gay guy there and disappeared within ten minutes. But that's another story.

The funny part is that I think Sharon was trying to set me up with this guy Richard, who was very classically good-looking, but not even close to my type. He started talking to me right away, and as I shortly found out, he was extremely self-important. Maybe he was just nervous, but within about five minutes I was ready to smack the guy. I'd heard all about his career, his money, his family, his plans, everything you could imagine - and he was still talking. I'm not convinced he even knew my name.

I went to the 'little girl's room' in an effort to escape, and after standing in there for ten minutes doing nothing, I managed to slip out through the living room, and out Sharon's back door. It was drizzling rain, so I figured no one would think to look for me there, and I'd get a few minutes to collect myself before having to face the lion's den again. I was wrong. There was a guy sitting outside, in the back-yard gazebo, who started guiltily when he saw me come outside. I hurried to the gazebo, and sat on the bench across from him, out of the rain.

"You must be Sarah." I nodded. "Sharon told me you would be here. Are you having fun?" I saw a mischievous glint in his eye, and realized he knew about the set-up.

"I'm having a fabulous time! Why else would I be sitting out here in the rain?" He laughed. "Who're you, anyway?"

Steven and I ended up talking all night, sitting outside in the rain. He admitted that he was also hiding outside, from a computer-geek co-worker who wanted him to play some playstation game with him. He asked me about my job, and before long he was laughing his ass off as I told 'war stories' from various shifts I had done in the emergency room. He told me about being an architect, about losing his parents when he was fifteen in a car accident. He was fascinated by me being a doctor - I don't really know why, it usually seems pretty mundane to me - but that night I was on fire, telling tales and sharing my passion about my job. He really brought out the best in me, I think, and by the end of the night, we were as comfortable together as old friends.

By the time I had to leave, the rain had picked up, and since he'd already asked for my number, I was getting prepared to dash out to my car. Instead, he borrowed Sharon's umbrella, and walked me out. As we stood by my car, with the driver's door open, he reached over and gently tugged on one of my curls, which was a tight ringlet due to the humidity. His touch felt good, and I instinctively leaned into his hand. Tracing my jaw with his fingers, he lifted up my chin, bent down, and kissed me. I don't think I can possibly describe the feeling - I guess the cliché about fireworks going off is about the closest I can get - and something similar must have happened for him, because as we drew apart, his eyes opened and his mouth hung open in surprise. I smiled, then hopped in my car and drove away, leaving him standing there with the umbrella, looking shocked. My hands were shaking, and two blocks later I had to pull over to get control over myself again. I'd never experienced anything like that kiss, and if I hadn't driven away I'm fairly sure I would have hopped in the sack with him that night, something I swore to myself I'd never do.

I once watched a movie called "Clueless", in which Alicia Silverstone waxed philosophical about something she called 'boy time'; and since I whole-heartedly believed everything I saw in movies, I didn't expect to hear from Steven for a week or so, if he called at all. So imagine my surprise when he called the next day. He asked me out for dinner.