pleasure. Lillian cringed. Cunt? Oh god I even said cunt.

  “Fuck. This is definitely against protocol,” she groaned.

  Lillian’s fingers hovered over her screen.

  “Okay, you can still fix this,” she said to herself. She pressed on the blue speech bubbles and selected the messages. Lillian shook her head and clicked on the little red x. She tossed her phone across the table and rubbed her hands over her face. Her body ached when she pushed herself o of the couch. “I can’t believe this,” she muttered to herself. “You are way too old to get drunk and sext someone you’re not supposed to.” Lillian grabbed the bottle and made her way to the kitchen.

  She dumped the remainder of its contents down the drain.

  “No more for you, you horny little shit,” she muttered.

  Lillian turned on her co ee machine. She leaned her head on the counter and watched the black liquid drip slowly into her mug. The deep bitter scent of Java beans filled her kitchen.

  Her feet were heavy as she walked to the living room with her co ee. Lillian set her cup on the table and grabbed her phone. It took all her will to type out the message. Her finger hovered over the screen. Just press send, she willed herself.

  ANNABEL FELT a light buzz on the base of her back. She rolled on to her stomach and reached her hand out as she blindly searched the bed for her phone. Annabel rubbed the sleep away from her eyes and smiled as she brought the phone to her face.

  1 unread message from Doctor Lillian Foster, the notification read.

  Her cheeks lifted. Eager to see what Lillian had written, Annabel propped herself up and clicked on the text.

  The smile on her face vanished. She felt her heart sink as her eyes glossed over the words: Anna, I am terribly sorry for

  the manner in which I conducted myself in the night prior. I was

  extremely unprofessional and this cannot happen again. I am

  mortified by my carelessness and hope you will forget this

  blunder. From this moment on, I promise you I will act

  professionally. I will see you soon for your routine check-up.

  Best Regards,

  Doctor Lillian Foster.

  What happened? Anna thought to herself. Lillian’s text was cold and impersonal. Did I say something wrong? Annabel scrolled through their conversation. Her brows furrowed and her frown deepened.

  “What’s going on with her?” she asked herself aloud.

  “Fuck this!” Annabel tossed her phone aside and got out of bed.

  9

  Annabel rushed through the door. “Shit,” she cursed, her feet racing through the corridor.

  “You’re late,” she heard Lori call out after her.

  “I know!” she bellowed.

  Annabel had lost track of time. She was halfway across town when she remembered that she had an appointment with Lillian today. It was her 12-week scan. Annabel was excited for this milestone but ever since her text, she had spent the entire weekend trying to shake the thought of Lillian from her head.

  She was panting when she burst through Lillian’s door. “I know I’m late, I’m sorry,” she breathed out.

  Her eyes studied Lillian’s face. She was smiling at her and there was a glimmer in her eye. Annabel sighed as she sat down. At least she’s not being weird, she noted. She watched as Lillian’s eyes raked over her body. Annabel noticed Lillian’s gaze fixed on her lips. It moved slowly to her chest. That’s right, she smirked as she thought to herself.

  She can pretend to be as professional as she wants but that doesn’t mean I can’t tease her, I know she wants me. Annabel had left an extra button undone just for this appointment

  and her full breasts strained at the fabric of her blouse. She was glad she did—Lillian’s gaze was piercing.

  Annabel stared at her and their eyes met. Lillian held her gaze before she cleared her throat and shifted her gaze to the file. “It’s okay,” she said. “Excited?” Lillian asked, looking up from her papers. She stood up and walked past Annabel.

  “Very,” Annabel purred. She turned in her chair, her eyes following Lillian. She sauntered towards the examination table. Lillian looked her in the eye. “You can climb up here,”

  she said, patting the seat.

  Annabel felt a tingle in her core. Lillian was watching her every move. Annabel climbed onto the table and laid back.

  They kept their eyes fixed on one another. Her breath was shallow; there was something about the way Lillian looked at her today. There was something di erent.

  LILLIAN’S EYES swept across the expanse of Anna’s body. She could feel herself excited just looking at Anna on the table in front of her. Lillian recounted the texts they had exchanged that night. And there she was, the object of all her lustful thoughts lately lying in front of her.

  “Lift your shirt up,” Lillian ordered. She watched as Anna rolled her shirt up slowly. Their eyes fixed on one another.

  She couldn't help herself—Lillian studied the soft curves of Anna’s body. Her breasts had swelled and her bump was barely noticeable.

  “Undo your pants,” she said.

  Anna smirked. Lillian felt her center pulsate as she watched Anna slide her hands down her sides, caressing her body. Her fingers settled on her pants and she undid the buttons.

  Fuck me, Lillian thought. Her hand grazed Anna’s. Lillian noticed Anna gasp as they touched. It felt electric.

  “This is going to feel a little cold,” she told Anna. She simply nodded and inhaled sharply when Lillian squirted the gel over her abdomen. Lillian placed the transducer over her belly and settled on a spot. “There’s your baby,” she whispered.

  Anna’s eyes left hers for a brief moment. She watched as the woman in front of her studied the image on the screen.

  She returned her attention to Lillian and said, “Show me.”

  Lillian stared her down; she smirked before turning slightly towards the screen. “Here are the legs,” she motioned an area on the screen.

  “My little Blueberry, mhm” Lillian heard Anna hum. The sound struck a chord inside her. Lillian’s body felt like it was on fire. She could feel Anna’s searing gaze on her back.

  “A bit bigger than a blueberry now, Anna! The hands are right here,” she moved a little higher and circled the area with her cursor.

  Anna hummed in agreement. “And right here,” she zoomed in, “is your Blueberry’s face.” Lillian turned towards Anna. “That’s it, everything is progressing perfectly well.

  The due date is exactly as we discussed before. No abnormalities at all.” she announced.

  Anna stared at her and looked over at the counter. She stretched her hand and paused. Anna propped herself up on her elbows and flashed Lillian a playful smile. “I can’t reach the tissues,” she said.

  “Here, let me help,” Lillian o ered. She leaned her body forward and reached behind Anna’s head to grab a few sheets of Kleenex. Their bodies were inches away from each other. They were close enough that Lillian could feel Anna’s breath on her neck.

  Lillian watched as Anna’s eyes followed her movements.

  “For you,” she said, holding out the tissue to her.

  “You wouldn’t mind helping me, would you?” Anna asked softly, staring Lillian right in the eye.

  “Of course not,” she replied. Lillian gently wiped the gel o by grasping her waist and wiping across Anna’s abdomen.

  “That feels great,” Anna whispered.

  Lillian’s body ached. She knew Anna was teasing her; it was written all over her face but she liked it. Lillian accidentally smeared some gel by Anna’s pelvic region. “You missed a spot,” she heard Anna say softly.

  She could feel Anna’s gaze on her hands. Lillian reached over Anna again and grabbed an extra sheet of Kleenex. “Let me fix that,” she said. Lillian caressed her sides with the tissue and slid her hand down Anna’s abdomen.

  She reached the area above Anna’s lace underwear and wiped the last of the gel away.

  Lillian’s mind was in a frenzy. Her body was buzzing, it was aching in every sense. Aching for Anna. She felt anything but professional.

  “That’s it for today,” Lillian said.

  “That’s it?” Anna repeated.

  “Mm hmm,” Lillian hummed.

  “Doctor Foster, I have a question,” Anna whispered.

  She looks amazing, Lillian thought, staring at Anna on her examination table. “Yes?” Lillian breathed out.

  “Am I due for a vaginal exam?” she smirked.

  Lillian’s center throbbed. “No,” was all she managed to get out.

  “Not at all?” Anna tried once more.

  She’s insisting, Lillian thought. “Not unless you’ve had any pain or bleeding,” she maintained. “it isn’t necessary to check if you haven’t had either symptom,” she explained.

  “What would happen if I suddenly recalled having some pain or bleeding?” Anna asked.

  “If you’ve had any pain or bleeding, then I would have to check and see if your cervix is closed,” she told Anna.

  “And how would you check if my cervix was actually closed? You wouldn’t need any tools, would you?” Anna inquired.

  “No tools,” Lillian said, “Just my fingers.”

  Anna’s smirk disappeared; she looked Lillian directly in the eye. “Come to think of it—I just remember having seen a little bit of blood on my underwear yesterday,” she recalled.

  “Oh, really?” Lillian questioned.

  “Yes, now that you’ve mentioned it. Maybe you should check. Just in case everything is okay,” Anna smirked.

  She’s blu ng, Lillian thought, she knows exactly what she’s doing. Lillian pulled open her drawer and laced her fingers through the latex glove. “Well, if you say that’s the case, then I should definitely check. Just to be sure.”

  “Right,” Anna agreed.

  “You should take your pants o ,” Lillian said.

  “Of course,” Anna nodded. She raised her hips and slipped her pants o . Anna discarded them on the floor and returned to her previous position. Propped up on her elbows, she looked to Lillian, “And what about my underwear?”

  Anna asked.

  Anna’s breasts were spilling out of her shirt from her red lace bra. Her red lace panties were hardly concealing anything. They matched her bra. Red and lacey, Ms Lacey, barely there panties. “You should take those o too,” Lillian breathed out. She watched as Anna raised her ass, slid her underwear o and threw the small piece of fabric next to her pants on the chair.

  “What now, Doctor Foster?” Anna asked softly.

  Lillian pulled the stirrups from either side of the chair and locked them in place. “Put your legs up here,” she ordered. Lillian watched as Anna spread her legs before her and placed her feet in the stirrups. Her labia was glistening under her dark thatch of curls.

  Fuck, she’s wet, Lillian said to herself. She looked up at Anna, only to find her pale blue gaze already on Lillian. She grabbed the bottle of lubricant and coated her gloved fingers with it. “Are you ready?” she asked Anna.

  Anna’s eyes were fixed on Lillian’s as she nodded silently.

  “This might be a little cold,” Lillian warned softly. She moved closer; her one hand was on Anna’s knee and the other was positioned in front of her entrance. Lillian took a deep breath. She had done this a million times in an entirely professional capacity. Why was this so di erent with Anna?

  “Go ahead, Doctor,” Anna replied.

  Lillian nodded; she looked directly at Anna and slowly pushed one finger inside her. Anna’s soft moan hit her right in her center. The air was electric as Lillian carried out the

  “examination.” Their eyes locked while Lillian’s fingers examined Anna internally. She felt Anna constrict her muscles around her fingers “How does it feel, Doctor Foster?” she asked Lillian.

  “Everything feels great,” Lillian replied. You feel fucking amazing, she said to herself.

  “What about my cervix?” Anna questioned.

  Their eye contact hadn’t broken once and Lillian could feel the wetness pool between her legs. “Everything feels in order, no concerns,” she answered, trying desperately to sound vaguely professional.

  “Fantastic,” Anna breathed out. She let out a small moan when Lillian pulled her fingers out.

  Lillian peeled her glove o and threw it in the bin next to her. “Your cervix is closed, Anna, and everything seems to be

  fine,” she said.

  “You know what they say. Better safe than sorry,” Anna said.

  “You’re right,” Lillian agreed.

  “When do I get to see you again, Doctor Foster?” Anna asked.

  “The next appointment is usually between the 18th and 20th week of pregnancy, Lori can get you booked in.” Lillian answered.

  Lillian watched as Anna bent slowly and reached for her pants. She’s fucking with me, Lillian thought as Anna looked over her shoulder and smirked. And she’s getting a kick out of it. Lillian turned away while Anna put her clothes back on.

  “I’m dressed,” Anna announced. Lillian turned in her seat and watched while Anna looped one final button through the hole.

  Her eyes trailed down Anna’s collarbones and to her cleavage. The curve of her breasts was visible. “You missed a button,” Lillian pointed.

  “Did I?” Anna questioned. She glanced down at her blouse and looked back up at Lillian. Her lips curved into a smirk.

  A soft knock on the door caused the two of them to turn to the door. “Doc?” she heard Lori’s voice call through the door.

  “One moment,” Lillian replied. Anna did up the remaining button and straightened up in her chair. “Come on in, Lori,” she called out.

  Lori peeked her head through the door, her eyes shut.

  “Everyone decent?” she joked.

  “Absolutely not,” Anna chuckled, “you’re interrupting a very important nudist meeting, Lori.”

  Lori opened her eyes and threw her hands in the air.

  “Well, why didn’t anybody invite me?” she exclaimed.

  Lillian shook her head. “What did you come in to tell me, Lori?”

  “Right! Almost forgot what with all this talk about nudity, but your next appointment is here,” Lori explained.

  Damn, she cursed internally. “Of course. Thank you for letting me know, Lori,” Lillian responded coolly. She turned back to Anna, “Get booked in with Lori and I will see you at your next check up,” Lillian said.

  “Sounds great,” Anna smiled. “Thank you for today, Doctor Foster.” She gathered her things and sauntered out of the room. Lillian made sure to keep her eyes trained on her folder.

  “Well, damn,” Lori exclaimed.

  “What?” Lillian challenged. She looked up from her paper to see Lori fanning herself with her clipboard.

  “It is hot in here. I mean, you could cut the sexual chemistry with a knife,” Lori continued.

  “You’re reading it all wrong, Lori,” Lillian insisted.

  Lori raised a brow, “Sure, you tell yourself that as many times as you need to. Let me know when it finally hits you.”

  “I’m keeping my five dollars,” Lillian said firmly.

  “For now,” Lori added.

  Lillian rolled her eyes. “Are you going to send the next patient in or what?”

  “Sure, Doc,” Lori sang. “Want me to sit out of this one too or is that rule only reserved for a Ms Annabel Lacey?”

  she teased.

  Lillian flashed her an insincere smile. “Bring in the next patient, please,” she replied, ignoring Lori’s question.

  “Alright, I’ll be right back,” Lori chuckled.

  LILLIAN COULDN’T THINK STRAIGHT, she went through patient after patient in a daze. Her thoughts were preoccupied by Anna. She was a seductress—a vixen—and all the flirting was getting to her. She’s only in her 12th week of pregnancy. We still have a long way to go. How much longer can I hold out?

  Lillian asked herself.

  No, stop. You’re a professional. You can manage. “You can manage,” she repeated as she grabbed her purse. She slung it over her shoulder and walked out of the o ce.

  “No plans tonight, Doc?” Lori asked when she walked past the reception.

  “When do I ever have plans at 11pm on a Thursday, Lori?”

  Lillian called out.

  “You never know! Something Lacey in your future?” she heard Lori yell.

  “Only my underwear!” Lillian shouted.

  “Good one!” she heard Lori’s faint response as she neared the end of the corridor.

  Lillian stopped in her tracks; her phone was vibrating. She fished her phone out of her purse, 1 unread message from

  Anna.

  ANNABEL PACED the small expanse of her living room. She couldn’t get Lillian out of her mind—she practically devoured her with her eyes today. Annabel had never felt such a strong desire for another woman. The chemistry was electric, and maybe it was the hormones or maybe she was just wildly attracted to Lillian but she couldn’t stop thinking about her.

  The way Lillian drank in her body. Her hand grasped around her sides, by her pelvis. Her strong fingers and how it felt the moment she pushed them inside her.

  Fuck it. What have you got to lose? Annabel asked herself.

  She swiped through her contacts and searched for Lillian’s number. Her fingers moved over the keyboard as she typed,

  Come over.

  Annabel pressed on the send button and held her breath.

  Her pacing resumed while she waited for Lillian’s response.

  Should have I written more? Was that too forward? she doubted her two-word invitation. Her feet stopped when her phone vibrated. Annabel’s breath was caught in her throat. 1 unread

  message from Doctor Lillian Foster, the notification read.

  Her eyes scanned over the words. I’ll be there in 15 minutes, Lillian responded. Annabel reread the text once more—just to make sure she wasn’t imagining things. She could feel her heart thrash against her chest.

  Annabel tossed her phone on her bed and darted through the apartment. She picked up random articles of clothing strewn across the bedroom floor—the morning aftermath from when she was deciding what to wear for her appointment with Lillian. She gave the bedroom a once over, satisfied with her speedy clean up and moved towards the living room. The house seemed in order, save a few displaced mugs and knick-knacks here and there. Annabel lopped her finger around the handle of the cups and placed them in the sink to soak.