Someone Like You

Chapter 2 - Zack Kalani

I woke up the next morning lying face down diagonally in my bed, Dansko clogs still on my feet, wearing my blue-green hospital scrubs from my previous shift. My left arm was draped over the side of the bed, my 4th and 5th fingers tingling slightly from having slept awkwardly, no doubt due to compression of my ulnar nerve. The dullness of sleep was gradually fading from my consciousness, while, simultaneously, a more visceral sensation was replacing it. I could feel someone kissing me up the length of my back and neck. The kisses were now at my left ear, and I rolled onto my side, luxuriating in the warm, tender lips as they traced down my chest, stopping briefly to kiss each of my breasts.

Suddenly, I could feel someone's hand between my legs, focusing on my sex, which was wet and hot, and then I opened my eyes and saw Andy's beautiful face staring down at me. His hand continued to explore my lady parts, while his mouth was leaning down to kiss me... but also licking my right hand at the same time...? His fingers nudged my labia apart, prodding the depths of my pussy gently, bringing her warm, sweet juices to the surface and bathing my cunt in the nectar of my sexual desperation. The licking on my hand became more insistent, aggressive almost, and it felt like he was starting to use some teeth, making a noise like a whining baby....

I woke up with a start, finding myself quite alone, save for my dog Max, itinerant hand-licker/fussy baby that he was, with the dizzy sensation that the dream that I had been having was real. I squeezed my thighs together, certain that the aching wetness in my cunt was real, but as for the rest of it... I felt like I could just reach out and taste the Scottish whisky on his breath. Several moments passed in silence, Max diligently licking away at the calluses of my palm, and with the suddenness that characterizes all unpleasant realizations, I further awoke from my dreamy stupor, taking stock of my arousal and solitude simultaneously.

Max, a lab-shepherd mix rescue dog I had adopted during my first year of residency, grew tired of whining and licking, and barked in earnest this time. I rolled over to see him sitting next to my bed, wagging his tail.

"Fine... Fine!" I said, grumpily. "For fuck's sake, Max, I'm up. Do you know that you just woke me from the most magically delicious dream I have ever had? He was fingering me Max! Do you know how long it has been since Mommy has been properly fingered? Too fucking long Max!!! Too. Fucking. Long. Just for that, there will be no Zuke treats in your breakfast this morning."

Max tilted his head to the side as if to say, "Please, bitch, I own you! You know you'll cave the minute we get to my bowl," and then barked loudly once more.

I shoved myself off the bed and headed to the bathroom to take out my mouth guard and to pee. Sure enough, when we reached the kitchen, Max was waiting by his bowl, shaking his tail. After scooping out one cup of Costco-brand dry kibble for overweight dogs, I sprinkled on a small handful of peanut butter-flavored Zukes.

Max looked up at me, and I swear to God, the son of a bitch winked at me with his right eye, as if to say, "Girl, I knew you'd cave."

I plodded over to the espresso machine, turned it on, and opened the fridge only to discover that it was practically empty. There was a half-eaten piece of old chicken breast, an open bottle of Corona, and essentially nothing else.

With Max enjoying his breakfast, I almost contemplated going back to sleep. I peeked at the clock on the microwave and saw that it was only 7:30 in the morning.

You know you're a grown-up when sleeping in means getting up at 6:00 am.

My shift at the hospital had ended soon after 'decompressing' Andy Robertson's perfect penis and I had come home and gone straight to bed, too tired and excited to do anything but take off my stethoscope.