ADDY SIMON 2

Addison

"Doctor Perez will be there in a moment."

Before turning and exiting the exam room, the physician's personal assistant smiled a poorly defined, rehearsed smile. I started to shift, the crinkly paper of the exam table ruffling under my buttocks as I chewed on my lip. I decided to pick at my nails, I kicked my legs, my heels tapping against the side of the table.

Okay, I was a little nervous.

As I looked around the small, white, sterile room, I wrinkled my brow and twisted my fingers together. The exam room was located off of Doctor Perez's main office, which was a stunning, stylishly decorated mix of modern and old, with large windows overlooking the city. The office was lovely and welcoming. The exam room off it, on the other hand, was, well, an exam room.

I let out a heavy sigh to myself. This whole thing was a shambles. And I decided to roll my eyes and wonder why I was even there. But then I realized why I was there.

Because of my issue.

This is my problem.

Whatever. I was twenty-five years old, had a fantastic condo, and a job with Lit Fashion Magazine that I am actually kicking ass at. I mean, I was the company's youngest junior editor ever in the history, and I'm not even done climbing the ladder. No, it hadn't been handed to me or anything. I put in a lot of effort. And when I say a lot, I mean waaaaayyy more lot.

And why did I act the way I have done? Because there were no distractions. I'm referring to men as distractions. No, I am not repulsive, socially awkward, or anything else. I exercised, ate healthily, and dressed appropriately. I had a fantastic shoe collection.

But able to attract men was not my issue. What actually occurred after that was significant. It was the looming, unavoidable conversation that would take place sooner rather than later, and the unavoidable giving up on their part.

Maybe I have done better in a different era. Maybe the fifties. Some celebrity actor from that era , after all, never cared about getting a girl to come with him, did he? Men in today's world, on the other hand, care. Don't ever get me wrong: this is a good thing. But they actually cared - like, if you don't, it's a major setback to them, which is why women fake it all the time.

That would have been me. For years, I pretended to be it.

Every. Single. Damn. Time.

The issue was, aside from the fact that I was trying to fake my orgasms, it wasn't just with my boyfriends.

It was the same with me.

That's why I am now sitting here in Doctor Perez's office on that particular day. Because I was twenty five years old, successfuel, competent, single, and doing well in life, and I'd never had an orgasm.

Never, ever, never as in NEVER!!!

Nothing. Not with a man, nothing by myself.

I'd ended up dating as a result of it. When I finally stopped lying, and admitted the truth to myelf, that he'd never, you know, pulled the trigger, my first boyfriend had left. After two years of having a relationship, he abruptly left. Great. In college, I had two serious boyfriends and one not-so-serious one. Nice guys who are decent, good looking, and have a good demeanor. But it's the same thing.

There is no "P."

And it was getting out of control. I mean, I tried - I mean, I tried everything. To prove it, I had a huge stash of the latest and greatest sex toys in my apartment, all of which I had used numerous times, on every setting, with no effect.

Gwen, my best friend and the art director at Lit Fashion, had finally gotten it out of me after a few too many vodkas after work. I'd tried to brush it off when she asked why I was so agitated, and she'd joked that I actually required to get laid and blow off some steam.

"There's nothing a good climax can't cure," she'd said.

Then I burst into tears, and the whole thing spilled out.

She calmed and comforted me because she is a wonderful friend. However, the more I told her, the more serious she became.

"Wait, you don't mean never?"

"No, I mean I have never, ever."

"Ever? "

She'd come over the next day and sat me down, telling me about the doctor her sister-in-law had seen.

"Oh, after my brother and Celine had their first child?"

She'd given a firm shake of her head. "Not at all. She couldn't do it any longer. Like, the baby actually moved everything around down there."

"Um, uh, oversharing?"

She chuckled. "Look, I'm trying to tell you this because the doctor she saw is a miracle worker. She was right back in the saddle after three sessions."

Gwennie made a funny face. "Ew. Actually, pretend I didn't say that."

"Gwen, come on-"

"I'm not kidding! You should go see him. You have no choice. He's in town."

"I'm not seeing a..." My cheeks had flushed.

"An doctor who expertise on orgasms and pleasure."

She laughed once more. "He's a freaking gynecologist, not an Pleasure. But..." she chuckled.

"What? "

"Well, Celine did start calling him 'Doctor P.' I mean, he's a doctor who specializes in women's sexual health, and his name begins with O."

I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"He's also fucking attractive, if that's any consolation."

"Would you care if I say it doesn't? "

"Oh, please, it does," my friend sighed as she took my hands in hers. "Look, while you're at it, have you ever considered, I dunno, just going out and getting lucky?" "

"Yeah, yeah?" Several times."

"Have you ever acted on it?"

I scowled. "No, I'm not interested in that whole random thing. It isn't for me."

"Well, it could be for you. Maybe the excitement of a random person will just make you do it."

"Can we stop talking about it now?"

"No, we can't avoid discussing this," she took a deep breath, shaking her head. "Addy, you're my best friend, and I can't let this happen to you any longer. We have to do something about it! Or, as the case may be, not happening. C'mon! Dress up, go out to a nice restaurant, and get your rhythm back on, girl! "

And the worst part was, I did it.

I changed into my little black dress.

I went out to a bar slash restaurant.

I chose an outrageously expensive location. It's not a club, a dive, or a sports bar. A luxurious three-star Michelin restaurant. I walked in, dolled up, and went to the bar to get a drink to appease my senses.

And he had appeared out of nowhere - my stranger. Gorgeous, sexy as hell, and with this powerful and magnetic aura around him.

And he'd completely taken my breath away.

With those eyes and that square jaw, he'd began to look me in the eyes and made my heart stop. He'd whispered those words into my ear, and he'd sent a tingling sensation down my spine like no other man had ever done.

And then, like a lunatic, I kissed him, and the fireworks went off. They'd hit me hard - harder than almost anything else had ever done. He'd returned my kiss, and I'd started to melt into him. And I was drenched. Wet, as in dripping down my legs wet. I wanted him more than any other man I had ever wanted.

But then my stupid and bitchy head made the decision to butt in, and I freaked out. I freaked out because I was kissing a fucking random person in a bar I didn't belong in, and I knew it wasn't me.

As a result, I'd left.

I started running away from him, turned around, and dashed out the front door.

You know, like a fucking lunatic.

That same night when I came home, I attempted to recreate the sensation he'd instilled in me.I removed my clothes, slid my fingers between my legs, and started rolling my clit under them. I closed my eyes tight and attempted to sink into the delight of it all as my fingers slid over my wet, throbbing pussy. I'd repeatedly tried with desperation to imagine his face and those kisses as I inserted a finger, then a toy.

Hardly anything. I did not stopped working on it for an hour before giving up. Another swing and another miss. Fuck

I'd called Doctor Perez's receptionist the next morning and made an appointment for that afternoon. And therefore there I was, ready to finally meet the legendary Doctor P, so that the next time a hot gorgeous guy like that appeared in front of me , and tried to approach me, taking my breath away and making me soaking wet, I'd have the courage to say "yes, take me home and fuck my brains-"

"All right, Addison."

That tone of voice.

Doctor Perez backed into the door, his head buried in a clipboard of my medical records.

"How about we-"

He turned around and looked up.

And then we both froze.

Oh, holy frigging hell. What the Fuck!?

"You," he growled, his eyes gleaming as he locked his gaze on me.

I jumped from the table, shaking my head.

"I- this was a huge mistake, I have to go-"

I wailed as his hand grabbed my arm, yanking me back, spinning me around, and shoving me up against the wall. My heart lunged into my throat, and the same exploding, fiery sensation from the night before roared through my body, ringing my ears as I stared into his eyes.

"No," he said emphatically.

"What? " I gasped for air again.

He decided to move closer, tossing the clipboard to the side and trying to pin my arms to the wall. I quivered, the heat of his body coursing through me, making me gasp, stir, and crave.

I'm getting wet.

"You ran away from me before," he grunted, his lips mere inches from mine.

"It will never happen again."