Hungry for Love (7 page)

Dr. Kevin Flicker liked his little projects.  Always vaguely bored and disenchanted with the status quo of his daily life
,
Kevin regularly had one or two going simultaneously.   It was what kept life interesting for him and held at bay the encroaching idea that his best years were possibly behind him. At the moment
,
Chrissy was his number one project.  They talked on the phone nearly every day
,
sometimes more than once—i
t was titillating.  There was nothing like finding a woman
’
s soft spot and pressing it repeatedly until….

“
Koush Koush
?”
he asked her.

Her voice was filled with the sort of beguiling desperation he most adored in a woman. 
“
I have to have it.
”

Chrissy was by this time doing Yoga
,
and as she talked into the Bluetooth headset
,
she was free to move into the various poses that were so beneficial for limberness and peace of mind.  At least she had achieved the limber part.  She lay on her back
,
hips raised
,
repeatedly touching knee to shoulder
,
knee to shoulder
,
alternating sides.

“
I could stop by the Moroccan restaurant and bring you some. With lamb or beef
?”
Kevin asked smoothly.

Chrissy had dropped both knees down to her shoulders and she lay in a contented little ball. 
“
Silly
,”
she said.

Kevin
’
s voice grew more heated.  He stroked two of the dangling balls in his
Newton
’
s Cradle desk toy
,
weighing them in his hand. 
“
It
’
s gonna happen for us
,
you know.  It
’
s gonna be so hot
,
so sweet.
”

Still on her back
,
Chrissy
’
s legs were extended straight up in the air and she opened them widely
,
then closed them tightly
,
only to open them yet again.  Her breath remained steady but her voice had an odd rasp to it. 
“
Sweet
?”
she asked expectantly.

Kevin smiled.  He
’
d found the soft spot. 
“
Yes
,
I
’
m going to start with hot fudge.  And raspberries.
”
  He paused for effect
,
long enough for her to gain a mental picture
,
something he anticipated might take a few seconds
,
considering all.  Then he said
,
“
Have you ever really looked at my tongue
?”

Chrissy was on her feet
,
bending over
,
reaching down to her toes.  She hung there in the air a long while
,
her backside way above her head. 
“
No
,”
she said sincerely
,
“
Marshmallows.
”

“
Ooh
,”
cooed Kevin
,
“
Those little marshmallows that I can…. And nuts.  Almonds
,
like….
”
  The silver balls clanked in his hand until he jumped at the sound and let up the pressure a bit.

Chrissy stood serenely
,
her palms raised as if in prayer and she pressed them gently and then harder
,
flexing her
Pecs
repeatedly. She quickly interrupted him and said
,
“
No
,
rich nuts
,
like Macadamias.
”
 

Kevin smiled
,
his voice seductive yet coyly amused. 
“
Yes
,
Macadamias
,
nibbled out of….
”

Chrissy had climbed up onto the Stairmaster and was frenetically stepping up and down
,
up and down
,
up and down.  Her pace was frenzied despite all the Yoga
,
and she looked flushed and agitated.  Marching even more swiftly
,
she said
,
“
And whipped cream
,
blasting out of the can.
”

Kevin closed his eyes briefly
,
then said
,
“
Have you ever seen my….
”

Chrissy
’
s breath was raspy
,
her heart thundering.  She touched her wrist and then with eyes wide with shock
,
dropped her arm as though she
’
d burned herself.  Her eyes bulged—her pulse was racing—this wasn
’
t good
,
not good at all—her heart rate was the one thing she counted on to be ever steady.  She jumped off the Stairmaster and began doing Yoga again
,
raising her arms high overhead
,
touching palms together and bringing them down straight in front of her body
,
touching her belly button
,
then gracefully separating her palms and fluttering her arms out to the sides to make a big circle back to the top of her head where her palms once again met.  She focused on her breathing
,
attempting to normalize her heart rate.

“
You have to stop doing this to me
,
Kevin.  I
’
m serious.  We can talk about…
”
she paused for a long moment
,
her eyes getting glassy
,
and then she said
,
“
Fudge….
”
And she paused once more
,
coming into focus again and continued
,
“
But you know Bill is my rock.  He
’
s not a player like you.  He
’
d never cheat on me.  I
’
d go crazy if he did
,
I
’
d….
”

Kevin laughed.  He had her. It was just a matter of time. 
“
Oh c
’
mon.  Bill is no saint.  He
’
s just never been improperly tempted….
”
  Kevin laughed again
,
lowered his voice to its most seductive register
,
then said
,
“
We didn
’
t even get to salty.
”

Chrissy was down on her knees
,
raising her hands over head and leaning forward
,
her arms stretched outward as her body folded down over her knees and out against the floor. 
“
Salty
,”
she repeated
,
tantalized by the thought.

Kevin started raking his little sand pit
,
making swirl after swirl in the sand with the tiny rake. 
“
I could pack you in popcorn….Eat my way in.
”

Chrissy sat flat on the floor
,
her legs open widely.  Arms behind her head
,
she leaned first left then right
,
touching elbow to knee and up again. 
“
No
,”
she said adamantly. 
“
Chips.
”

At last.  They were together at last.  Angie sat on the examining table
,
attempting to make her paper gown seem as seductive as possible.  Ignoring Nurse Leona
,
who stood silently in the corner of the room like one of those eunuchs who guarded the harem
,
Angie shrugged her shoulder subtly
,
but gazing into Dr. Flicker
’
s eyes as she did it
,
allowing the gown to slip down a bit so he could have an eyeful of the sexy bra she
’
d just bought. 

Glancing at his nurse
,
Kevin casually lifted the gown back up onto her shoulder and patted her paternally on the back. 
“
Okay
,
you can dress now and meet me in my office
,”
he said.