“Who was it this time?”
“This sweet little brunette named Breanna with big breasts and really fuckable hips.”
“Congratulations.”
“I might see her again.”
“Really?” That surprised me. Most of the people Connor took home were strictly one-hit wonders.
“Yeah, you know, if the stars align.”
“Congratulations,” I said again. “I mean it.”
“I think I’ve seen her before. I can’t shake the idea that I’ve met her. She’s not a student, though,” he added quickly.
“What does she look like?”
He described Breanna, spending extra time on her female parts. His description seemed familiar, even down to the cute button nose. I remembered that girl from the café, the one I had been pining after for days. She was a brunette with a cute nose and a womanly figure.
“It wasn’t that girl we saw at the café?” I asked, half-teasing. “The one with the blonde friend?”
There was a moment of reflective silence, and then Connor came back with the worst possible reaction. “Maybe it was. She had a blonde with her at the club.”
“Connor!” I snapped.
“What?”
“I like her.”
“I didn’t know,” he objected. “I wasn’t trying to move in on your territory.”
I sat down on the cot, dismayed. Connor was by far the most sex-crazed person I knew. If he had his hooks into the woman of my dreams, all hope was lost. I knew I could never compete with his skills, and that once she tasted his lips, she would never get the memory out of her head.
“I’ve got her number,” Connor said. “We could see if she’s up for a threesome.”
I laughed. Connor made no secret of the fact that he wanted more than friendship from me. It was never uncomfortable, but I was strictly a woman’s man. I didn’t want to experiment, although if I did, Connor would be the obvious choice.
He understood and walked back his offer. “What if I introduced you and then backed away?”
“No.” I shook my head. “She’s yours.”
“She’s not mine,” he argued. “We had one night together. I’m telling you, I’m open to whatever you want to do.”
“It’s not fair to trade her around like livestock,” I said.
“I’m not!” he cried. “I like you; I like her. I don’t see what the problem is.”
“I have to go,” I replied, hanging up before he could get another word in.
The door opened, and one of the nurses stepped inside, thankfully not Greta. She saw me sitting on the cot, and her eyes flashed wide with shock. I stood up, giving her a courteous smile.
“I was just taking a phone call,” I explained, moving past her.
“Doctor,” she replied, confused.
Gathering up my x-rays, I left the safety of the empty room. I went back to my own office, suddenly too distracted to focus on patients. Connor was my best friend, but even friendship had its limits. I couldn’t sleep with him, could I?
My brain offered up images of the girl from the café, naked between us. She could ride Connor while I watched and then spread her legs for me. Maybe she could go down on my cock while Connor entered her from behind.