36. Miley
A rmed with four bubble teas made to everyone’s preference, I make my way uptown a few short blocks to a small boutique bridal atelier in SoHo. I’m meeting Ruby, mom, and Aunt Sue for all of our final dress fittings.
Remarkably, Ruby isn’t a bridezilla about her bridal party, so she pretty much let us pick whatever dresses we wanted. She doesn’t care about color or style, but that’s why she keeps me around. I helped mom pick out a rich blue sheath that makes her ivory skin and dark hair pop. Aunt Sue has more fashion sense than I do and doesn’t need my assistance. She often mixes traditional Chinese looks with modern styles for a very chic style. Her choice of a qipao inspired wrap dress with modern patterns is stunning and fashionable.
Everyone is already there when I walk through the door.
“Oh, there you are,” Mom chirps, noticing me. “Ruby went first and is trying on her dress already.” She takes the drinks from my hands so I can put down my purse and sit.
“You’re so sweet for bringing these, Miley.” Aunt Sue smiles at me fondly. She stabs her drink with her straw and takes a long sip.
My phone lights up with an incoming text.
“I don’t know what you’d do if I didn’t open that shop next to you all those years ago,” mom chides.
“I’d be twenty pounds lighter, that’s what I’d be!” Aunt Sue barks a laugh, patting her slightly rounded belly affectionately. “The muffin top might be worth it, though,” she confirms.
The phone notification flashes again.
I glance down at my phone and see the message is from Rohit.
I can’t hide my grin and immediately the vultures descend.
“What are you smiling at?”
“Who’s texting you?”
“I bet it’s that boyfriend of yours.”
“Tell him Aunt Sue says hi.”
I throw up my hands in mock exasperation.
ROHIT
How’s the dress fitting?
I just arrived. Ruby is trying on her dress now, but I haven’t seen her yet
Send me a selfie of you in your dress
I put my phone face down so I’m not further distracted by him. I’m saved by Ruby coming out of her changing room.
She is wearing a strapless gown with a sharp sweetheart neckline and a corset bodice with exposed boning. It cinches at the waist with a dropped waistline showing off her curves. The skirt is voluminous and pleated, accentuated by a very high slit. Ruby looks stunning and sexy, fitting her ruthless lawyer persona.
Aunt Sue bursts into tears immediately. My mom chuckles and wraps her arm around her, soothing her like a baby.
Aunt Sue wails, “I don’t have a daughter! Or a daughter-in-law!” She sniffs. “You two are my daughters!” She’s right. From the moment we claimed her as Aunty Sue, she tucked us under her wing as her own and treated us like family.
The boutique is equipped to handle these situations, and a discrete box of tissues is on the side table next to the couch. I pull a few tissues out and hand them to her. She blows her nose loudly and hiccups a sigh.
Ruby gets up on the pedestal in front of the floor to ceiling mirrors that span 270 degrees, so that every angle of the dress is visible. The tailor swishes around her, pinching this and that, and declares the dress ready for the big day.
“Who’s up next?” The tailor asks as she ushers Ruby back into her changing room.
Mom gets up and follows them.
Soon it’s my turn and I head into the changing room. I had picked a very simple but elegant one-shoulder matte satin dress in sage. While the dress is beautiful, I definitely do not want to take attention away from Ruby on her big day.
I tilt my head to the side as I look in the mirror, noticing that the exposed shoulder is a flattering look for me. Something possesses me to snap a photo of my neck and bare shoulder and before I know it, I’m sending it to Rohit.
*selfie*
Don’t torture me like this I’ve been hiding a hard-on all day at work just thinking about you
Those poor ICU patients
Poor me!
My break is in an hour, if you wanna come grab lunch after your fitting
I slip the dress off because it fits perfectly and nobody really needs to see it. My dress isn’t important anyway. I rush out of the dressing room, hoping I can make it to the hospital in time.
“I have to run! Hospital emergency!” I say as I gather up my belongings.
The tailor looks at me, confused. “But we need to…”
“Nah, the dress fits perfectly! I gotta go. Okay, thanks bye!” I rush for the door.
Ruby cackles. “Tell Rohit I said hi!”
I make a quick pit stop to grab some salads and giant chocolate chip cookies on my way to the hospital, and I make it there with a few minutes to spare. I think about the options of where we can eat lunch—in the lobby or in Au Bon Pain. I’m not inspired by either of these at the moment, so I come up with a better idea.
Come to the fourth floor, hallway behind the ORs
ROHIT
I’m not sure that’s something I can find
Don’t worry, I’ll find you
A few minutes later, I see another text notification.
ROHIT
I’m in the fourth floor hallway
What is this place?
I open the door and stick my neck out. Pretending I’m an FBI agent or a spy, I look around the hallway exaggeratedly, but I only see Rohit there.
He turns towards me and starts to speak, “Hey Mi—”
I quickly shush him and tug him into the room, pulling the door shut behind him.
“Did you just kidnap me?” Rohit asks.
“I can neither deny nor confirm that.”
Rohit sports a huge grin on his face as he looks around the small space. “Are these the call rooms?”
“Yeah! Anesthesia has a few of them, so there is always at least one free. Would you like to join me for a picnic?” I quirk my eyebrows as I lock the door behind us.
“I don’t think I have a choice since I was just kidnapped. What are you suggesting I eat?” he says, eyes hooded and glazed.
He walks over to me and nudges me toward the bed until the back of my knees meet the edge of the mattress. I look up into his eyes, my own filled with need. I fall back onto the bed and he climbs on top of me.
“Can I?” he questions me softly.
The bed frame creaks under our collective weight.
My throat is dry with want. So I nod instead. Present me is happy that past me was clever enough to wear a skirt today. I am finally letting some of my walls down. But I am still anxious that I won't be able to come without a toy. The more I think about it, the more anxious I get, so I move the thought from my head.
He places a hand on my knee and slowly snakes his way up my outer thigh. He reaches my butt and a question flashes across his face.
“Where are your panties?”
“Hmm, in my purse. I took them off as soon as I got to the call room.” I smile wantonly.
“Goose, you can’t say things like that. You’ll make me blow in my pants,” he says, adjusting his scrubs. His pants hide nothing. With all the tenting, it doesn’t look like there’s much room in there.
“I want to bury my face in your pussy,” he continues.
“But…” I start.
“Shhh, it’s okay if you don’t, there is no pressure here when it’s just us. It’s just me, goose. I only want you to feel good,” he replies, knowing what question hangs in the air.
He inserts one finger into my wet center, and I buck off the bed. I’m not usually one for sex in forbidden places, so this feels extra erotic. He moves his hand aside and tongues my slit up and down. He swirls his tongue around my clit and I can’t help the guttural sound that leaves my mouth.
“I love hearing that sound come out of you,” he murmurs into me, barely audible.
I shift, opening my legs wider. He pulls my legs up, resting one on each shoulder. I relax a little more. He reaches down to adjust his cock again.
“I’m so hard it hurts,” he mumbles.
I find myself wanting to reciprocate and can’t wait to fill my mouth with his dick.
I grab the back of his head and guide him even closer to me. I shimmy my butt as he laps up all of my wetness. I feel the hairs on his beard tickling my skin.
Rohit lifts his head and smiles at me, beard slick with my arousal. He swipes one hand across his lips and sits up.
“Why did you stop?” I ask uncertainty. Maybe this wasn’t as enjoyable for him as it was for me.
“I want you to sit on my face,” he smirks.
He lies down face up and waits expectantly.
This isn’t something I’ve ever tried before, but I have decided that I trust him, more than I’ve trusted anyone, and I’m willing to be more sexually adventurous.
I straddle his face, facing the wall. This hospital cot was not meant for sex, but I can’t help but wonder how many people have done just that. Probably a lot, midnight trysts between lovers while on call, clandestine meetings, maybe someone cheating on a significant other with their co-resident. I can only imagine how the forced proximity of residency allows for feelings to develop that normally wouldn’t.
I brush the thoughts from my mind and bring myself back to the present. In this position, I can control the pressure and the movements. I sneak a peek and see he’s still bulging out of his scrub pants.
He lifts up his arms and grabs my ass from behind. I hold on to the wall for support so I don’t accidentally asphyxiate him. Then I start moving while he sucks every drop out of me. I ride his face, his lips, his beard. It’s all sensation and lust. His tongue circles around my clit and I think I’m close.
“You got this, goose,” he murmurs into my folds.
He lets go of my ass and palms his dick. It’s throbbing so hard.
“Stroke it for me,” I say. “I can’t reach it from this angle. I want to watch you stroke it. I want to see you come for me.”
He slides his scrubs bottoms down a little, his cock springing out. He fists it and starts stroking the engorged shaft.
“I’m not going to last long, Miley,” he says. “This is what you do to me.”
He sucks my clit into his mouth. I scream out while my body wracks in an earth shattering orgasm.
As I’m coming down, I remember Rohit and his erection. I turn my head so I can watch him.
Rohit lets out a groan from deep inside his chest and he shoots his cum all over his abdomen. He drenches his scrub top, it drips onto his scrub bottoms. The bed creaks its protest one last time as our bodies come down from our high.