ONE

Maya leaned against the wall, closed her eyes, and let out a deep sigh. She was exhausted after fourteen hours at the hospital. It was dark when she arrived this morning and it would be dark again by the time she left.

And, so far, nothing out of the norm had even happened. She’d soothed scared and worried patients and families, verbally jousted with combative patients, and butted heads with heartless insurance companies. Yes, just another day for Dr. Maya.

As she took her mini-break against the wall, she saw a married couple walk by hand-in-hand. It was nice to see something so happy in a place that was typically home to so much worry and sadness. But it also produced a dull ache somewhere deep inside her.

Maya was unquestionably brilliant, successful and beautiful. But to get to the top of her field, she’d also worked harder and longer than just about anyone else, which meant she’d had to make sacrifices in her personal life, sacrifices that left no time for romance.

And, of course, there was also the inherent shallowness of many, perhaps most, men. Because of Maya’s unusual intelligence, career and natural beauty, many men didn’t pursue her romantically because they were fearful of being involved with someone more successful than they were. Alpha male nonsense.

This had been the case since she was a teenager, and boys were fearful of a confident, beautiful girl who radiated intelligence and ambition. And it remained the case throughout college and medical school.

But she rarely dwelled on it. She had earned her position through her own merits. She’d also surrounded herself with a wonderful group of friends who made her happy.

Yet, she was also human and would sometimes wonder what it would be like to come home to someone at night — someone she could vent to about her work and someone she could lean on after an especially bad day and who would listen while holding her and kissing her reassuringly.

“We still on for tonight?” said Maya’s best friend and fellow doctor, Abbie.

Maya pushed herself off the wall and shook her daydreams from her mind. “Hmm,” she said.

“You forgot,” Abbie said. “Because of course you did. The fundraiser? The art museum? Hello?”

“Oh … right,” Maya said. “I don’t know, I have so much work to do.”

“No, I’m sorry, but no,” Abbie said. “You’re going. Full stop. Wear that black dress.”

Abbie headed down the hallway without another word.

I guess I’m going to a fundraiser tonight, Maya thought to herself.

After work, she went home and did her thick, dark hair and then slipped herself into her go-to little black cocktail dress that so nicely showed off her lovely body.

TWO

Maya walked into the massive art museum, her favorite place in the city, and marveled at how the decorations for the fundraiser made the building’s nineteenth century architecture look even more beautiful. A classical music ensemble played at the front of the hall while the city’s most important people mingled and drank champagne.

Maya spotted Abbie standing at a tall table just inside the entrance.

“Well, look at this fine-looking thing,” Abbie said. “Make way for the hot doctor, everyone.”

“Please stop, Abbie,” Maya said. “People are looking.”

“Looking at your ass,” Abbie said.

“Abbie!” Maya said, but she couldn’t help laughing.

The two friends quickly fell into conversation about work, Abbie’s upcoming wedding to Oliver, and Maya’s romantic prospects.

Maya began to relax and was grateful she’d decided to come, not that Abbie would have taken no for an answer, when a man about Maya and Abbie’s age walked through the door and stopped dead in his tracks next to their table.

He looked around the hall and muttered, “Oh, shit.”

Maya then noticed that the man was wearing khaki chinos, a black T-shirt under a blue cardigan, and gray retro New Balance sneakers.

Every other man at the fundraiser was in formal wear.

“The invitations said black tie,” Abbie said to the man, teasingly.

He turned to Abbie and Maya and stared at them for a few seconds before saying, very seriously,” I don’t know how to read.”

Abbie and Maya didn’t know what to say or do until the man finally smiled warmly and said, “I can read, it was a joke. I’ve read three books cover-to-cover.”

Abbie burst into laughter and Maya smiled, taking a further look at him.

He was four or five inches taller than she was and in good shape. He had large, blue eyes that sparkled under the museum’s lights and his sandy brown hair had flecks of gray and silver along the temples.

“Boy, do I look like an idiot,” the man said. “My boss had something come up last minute and asked me to cover for him at this thing and he didn’t bother to give me a heads up about the attire.”

“I think you look nice,” Maya said, with almost immediate embarrassment.

The man smiled appreciatively and said, “I’m Andy.”

Maya suddenly couldn’t find her words.

It was Abbie who broke the brief, awkward silence. “She’s Maya and I’m Abbie.”

Within minutes, Andy had gotten them drinks and they were chatting together comfortably. They told Andy they were both doctors at University Hospital and he told them he was a copywriter at an advertising company.

They impressed him with their intelligence, and he made them laugh with his easy wit.

When Andy wasn’t looking, Abbie tip-toed away, but not before catching Maya’s gaze and doing her best to communicate to her friend that she needed to keep talking to this guy.

It had been a long time since Maya had been able to forget about work and her stresses. She was enjoying spending time with this nice, funny man.

“Okay, you said you did your undergrad at the U of M, but where did you go to medical school?” Andy said.

“Harvard,” Maya said.

Andy took a performative step back and squinted at Maya’s head, as if sizing it up.

“Uhh …” she said.

“I’m just trying to figure out,” he said, “how you can hold your head up when your brain is so big.”

Since she was a little girl, people were always commenting on Maya’s intelligence and academic success, but this was a comment she hadn’t heard before.

“You’re ridiculous,” she said, smiling.

“So, what kind of medicine do you practice?” Andy said.

“I’m a neurosurgeon,” Maya said.

“Well, I should probably be on my way,” Andy said.

Surprised, Maya said, “What? Why?”

“Because you’re brilliant and I write funny advertising videos,” Andy said.

Maya wasn’t bothering to hide her interest anymore. “I like funny advertising videos.”

“Then I guess I better stay,” Andy said.

They spent the rest of the evening talking by themselves as the party went on around them. They were hardly aware of anything or anyone. From a distance, Abbie kept an eye on her friend and was delighted to see her so clearly hitting it off with Andy.

Maya explained to Andy that her career made it hard to have a personal life, and Andy told Maya that while he liked his job, his real ambition was to publish short stories and children’s books.

As the party wound down and people began leaving, Andy helped Maya with her coat.

“Walk you to your car?” he said to her.

“Please,” she said.

At Maya’s car, Andy said, “I know you’re busy, insanely busy, actually. But I really want to take you on a date.”

“I’ll make time,” she said.

THREE

Their first date included dinner at a dimly lit and very authentic Italian restaurant and was followed by a long walk around the take. Maya talked about why she’d chosen medical school after college when she had numerous other options.

Andy listened in a way that let Maya know he was genuinely interested, and he asked questions that told her he was listening to her in a real way.

And whenever Andy tried to dismiss his ambitions to be a writer as silly, Maya told him she wanted to read his stories.

Several minutes into the walk, Andy brushed his hand against Maya’s, and she held it there, letting him know she welcomed his touch. He took her hand in his and they remained that way until they arrived back at Maya’s car in front of the restaurant.

“Did I earn a second date?” Andy said.

“Maybe even a third date,” Maya said.

He leaned in and kissed her. She welcomed it.

Breaking the kiss, Andy smiled and opened her door. “Until next time.”

Their second date was a trip to the zoo and a mini-golf course that featured a hole on a pirate ship. They held hands the entire time and Andy leaned in often for small, sweet kisses, which Maya reciprocated.

Andy made Maya laugh and the way he looked at her and spoke to her made her feel, in the moment, like she was the only woman in the world. It was a feeling she wasn’t used to but one that she liked.

Andy had picked her up that afternoon for the date and when he brought her home, he walked her to her door, where they shared a long, deep kiss. As he kissed her, Andy put a hand on Maya’s hip and squeezed it, a feeling that gave her goosebumps.

Maya put her hands on Andy’s chest and looked up at him. “So, when’s the third date?”

For date number three, Andy bought them tickets for a performance of The Importance of Being Earnest and they held hands, and during the second act, Maya leaned up and kissed Andy on the cheek and he squeezed her hand.

They had a late dinner after the show and during dessert Andy said, “I think we should go away together for a weekend soon.”

A man had never asked Maya to go away with her. She wasn’t sure what to do or say. She wanted to. Andy made her feel comfortably safe and happy. But what would a weekend trip say about their relationship? Was it too soon?

“Can I check my schedule first?” Maya said. “I’ll need to make sure work is covered. And where would we go?”

“There’s a resort up north, about three hours,” Andy said, “It’s right on the water and a friend of mine moved up there to run its restaurant. I was thinking we could go up there. But check your schedule first.”

“I’ll do that,” she said.

FOUR

After several goodnight kisses from Andy that made her knees feel wobbly, she went inside and called Abbie.

“He wants to take me out of town for a weekend,” Maya said.

“Yes! That’s amazing,” Abbie said. “Pack your bags!”

“Is it? I mean, I know it is and I want to go … but what does it mean?”

“It means he wants some of that hot neurosurgeon ass,” Abbie said.

Maya laughed. “You’re awful … but do you think he wants to have sex with me?”

“Yes, Maya, when a man who likes you asks to take you out of town for the weekend, it means he wants to have sex with you.”

Maya thought for a moment and then said, “I love the way he touches me and kisses me and makes me feel.”

“Do you want to have sex with him?” Abbie said.

After another pause, Maya said, “Yes.”

“Then go have sex, Maya,” Abbie said. “Sex is fun. You should have more of it.”

“He probably has more experience than me,” Maya said. “What if I don’t know what to do … to him?”

Abbie laughed. “Don’t worry, your instincts will kick in. Is he a nice guy? Like, an actual good person?”

“He is,” Maya said. “And I want to go away with him … I want him.”

“Then stop thinking so much, Doc,” Abbie said. “It’s time to let a guy dust off your cooch.”

“ABBIE!”

FIVE

By juggling some appointments and calling in a few favors, Maya was able to clear her schedule for the following weekend. She texted Andy to let him know.

“I can’t wait!” he texted back.

They had dinner the next night and worked out the details. Andy would pick her up at noon on Friday and they’d be to the resort in plenty of time for dinner.

“And then how about a nighttime fire on the beach?” Andy said.

“I like fires, and I like beaches,” Maya said.

When Andy kissed her goodnight at her door, the kiss was their longest and deepest yet and while kissing, he put a hand on Maya’s ass. She was surprised but unbothered. She was learning to let herself go and simply embrace that Andy found her attractive and wanted more from her.

That Friday, Andy was at Maya’s at noon sharp and carried her bags to the car. On the drive, they talked about their favorite books and movies, and at one point Andy reached a hand over and put it on her knee and squeezed.

Maya sat back in the seat, contentedly enjoying the view out the window and the sound of Andy’s voice and the feel of his hand on her knee.

Traffic was light and the drive was easy, and they were soon in their cabin. Maya looked out the window and took in the beautiful lake and the beach right off the cabin’s back door. She knew she was going to have a great weekend.

Andy’s friend Connor made sure they had the restaurant’s best table, and the meal was superb. All the ingredients were locally sourced, and chef prepared. The apple tart for dessert was one of the best things Maya had ever eaten.

As they left the restaurant the sun was nearly down and Andy said, “How about a fire?”

“That sounds perfect,” Maya said.

Maya stood smiling on the beach as Andy quickly got the fire going.

“Boy Scout?” Maya said.

“Until tenth grade,” Andy said.

He spread a blanket out on the sand near the fire, sat down, and reached up for Maya’s hand. She offered hers and he pulled her down on to his lap. He put his hand softly on her face and moved her down so he could kiss her.

It was the kind of kiss that said everything that needed to be said.

For the next hour, they kissed and cuddled and talked in front of the fire. Their cabin was at the end of the row and the two cabins before theirs were unoccupied, giving them privacy.

“I’ve always wanted to make out with a hot doctor on a beach,” Andy said.

As Maya laughed, he gently put her on her back. She reached for him and pulled him down to her. He kissed her hard and deep and their tongues met eagerly. He threaded a hand up her shirt and cupped one of her breasts and she loved the feeling of his strong hand rubbing her hard nipple through the soft material of her bra.

Maya’s breathing quickened and the way she kissed Andy became more desperate. As their kissing intensified, she could feel his hard cock against her thigh. He took his hand off her breast and slowly and gently trailed it down her tummy and inside her pants.

He began rubbing Maya’s pussy through the thin material of her panties. Almost instantly, she was soaking wet. She gasped and pressed herself against his hand.

“Andy,” she said.

“Let’s go in the cabin.”

“Yes,” she said.  

SIX

Taking her by the hand, Andy led her into the cabin. On the way to the bed, Andy paused just long enough to turn on the bedroom’s fireplace. It roared to life, sending a burst of warmth and an inviting orange glow out into the room.

Andy then went to work on Maya. He took her arms and moved them straight above her head, allowing him to quickly remove her sweater and T-shirt. He caressed her breasts and the skin on her tummy and hips.

He reached behind her and unhooked her bra, allowing it to fall on the floor. He caught his breath as he took in the full view of her firm breasts and erect nipples. He leaned down and took the left nipple into his mouth, sucking on it and flicking his tongue over it and then repeated the process with the right nipple.

For Maya, the feeling was pure ecstasy. She knew she wanted more from him — knew she wanted it all from him.

Andy took his own shirt off and Maya put her hands on him, running them along his back and across his chest. She loved the way his warm skin felt against her hands.

As she explored his body, he reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped her pants. He returned his hand to Maya’s pussy, which was now completely soaked.

“I want this sweet little pussy,” Andy whispered to her. “I want it to be all mine.”

“It’s yours,” Maya said, as Andy worked her pants down and off her legs.

Standing in the fire’s glow in just a pair of white lace panties, Maya didn’t feel even a shred of self-consciousness. She felt safe and respected and, she realized in that moment, loved.

“I hope it’s not too soon to say I love you,” she said.

“It’s not,” Andy said, hooking his thumbs into the sides of her panties and pulling them down. He stepped back and looked at Maya’s completely naked body.

“I can’t believe how beautiful you are,” he said. “Just so you know, brainiac, I’m only using you for your body.”

Maya laughed and kissed him, hard. She undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants. She got on her knees and pulled his pants down and then removed his boxers, freeing his hard cock, which nearly slapped against her face. She kissed the head and then stood up.

Andy picked her up and carried her to the bed and fell on top of her. They took their kissing to another level as they became a happy pile of pretzeled limbs.

“Thank you for bringing me here,” Maya said.

“Thanks for not having me thrown out of that fundraiser for showing up in sneakers.”

Maya giggled as Andy untangled himself from her body and began kissing down her tummy toward her wetness. She knew he’d be there in seconds, but the anticipation was beautiful agony.

He kissed and licked her thighs and then ran his fingers through her thick, brown bush as he began licking her pussy slowly, up and down, making sure to not miss even the smallest spot. The more he licked, the wetter Maya got.

When he took her clit between his lips and sucked on it, Maya let out a long, growling moan.

“Andyyyy,” she said.

Her enjoyment made him work even harder. He spread her pussy open with his fingers and darted his tongue all along inside her. “You taste so good.”

Maya put her hands in his hair and gently took two handfuls, tugging just hard enough so that he knew how much joy he was giving her.

After a few minutes, Maya realized she’d never had this kind of physical pleasure. The intensity of her experience seemed to grow and grow. She closed her eyes and pictured Andy’s sweet face on the night they met and luxuriated in the fact that that same sweet face was now between her thighs, sending her to new places of lust and happiness.

“I can’t believe how good it feels,” Maya said through her labored breaths.

Andy was rotating between her clit and her pussy, hitting her with blast after blast of pleasure that built and built until …

“Oh my … oh Andy.”

Maya’s body stiffened as she threw her head back and greeted her orgasm. She was cumming on Andy’s face and he seemed to be eagerly welcoming it. Once her orgasm subsided, Andy crawled up next to her.

They spent the next several minutes in each other’s arms, kissing and talking and caressing.

“Is this really happening? Is it a dream?” Maya said.

Andy reached down and pinched her left nipple. “Can you feel that?”

She squealed and playfully slapped his hand. “Yes!”

“Then it’s real.”

In that moment, she’d never been more attracted to someone. It seemed like all he cared about was making her laugh and making her feel special and sexy. She took his cock in her hand and savored its complete hardness.

She wanted it in her mouth.

Working her way down Andy’s body, she could feel his pleasured shivers as she got closer to his cock. Without hesitating, she wrapped her lips around the head. Andy tensed and groaned, which drove her wild.

She worked her mouth down his pulsing cock, letting the head go down her throat so she could take in more of the shaft. As she sucked, she worked her tongue around Andy’s cock, giving him the dual sensation of her sucking and licking.

Abbie was right. Experience didn’t matter. Maya was operating on pure instinct and a desire to please Andy like he’d pleased her.

As she blew him, Andy ran his fingers through her hair and softly massaged her scalp. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

Maya could taste pre-cum on the head of Andy’s cock, and it spurred her to suck even harder and deeper and faster.

Andy let out a growl as he released his cum into Maya’s soft, warm mouth. She began immediately swallowing what Andy gave her. It was a lot, but she enjoyed it. Once she’d swallowed everything he could give her, she crawled up his body and put her head on his chest.

“Was that okay?” he said.

“It was,” she said. “You can do that every time.”

“Every time,” he said. “So that means you’re not just using me for a one-night stand?”

“Of course, not … you booked the cabin for the whole weekend.”

Andy laughed. “Wow, so it’s a one-weekend stand. You Ivy League girls are just love ‘em and leave ‘em.”

Maya lifted herself off his chest and kissed him. “I think you’re going to be stuck with me for a long time.”

She got completely on top of him and kissed him with everything she had. Their physical chemistry was obvious to both of them. As they kissed, he played with her pussy, getting it wet again. Not to be outdone, Maya stroked his cock until it was fully erect.

“Ready?” he said.

“Ready,” she said.

Andy sweetly positioned Maya on all fours and got behind her. He teased her pussy by rubbing the head of his cock up and down her slit, covering himself in her wetness. At the same time, he squeezed and caressed her ass.

For Maya, it brought on even more feelings of desire and anticipation. She struggled to breathe as her physical reaction became more intense.

“In” she said.

Gripping her hips, Andy pushed into her, careful to not go too fast, too soon. Maya let out the longest, loudest groan of her life as Andy filled her. She could feel her pussy gripping Andy’s thick cock. Finally, he was all the way in, and the feeling of being so completely full made her eyes roll back.

As Andy began thrusting into her harder and deeper, Maya’s brain completely shut off. It was just her and Andy and their bodies and their pleasure and their happiness. Andy was fucking her so hard and intensely that she could hear the wet sound coming from her pussy, and she could feel her breasts swinging back and forth in time with Andy’s thrusts.

Since agreeing to go away with him for the weekend, Maya had pondered what sex with Andy would be like. What she was experiencing was far better than anything she’d imagined.

“You have the most beautiful ass,” Andy said while bucking his hips. He reached down and began kneading her ass.

Maya gasped, both from having her ass played with and because the first surges of orgasm had begun roiling inside her body.

“Go, go, go,” she said to Andy, who knew exactly what she meant.

He pounded into her with yet another level of energy and passion. She could feel his cock hammering away on the deepest parts of her.

She finally broke.

“Andy … Andrew,” Maya yelled as her body exploded in an orgasm so intense she saw stars and felt faint. “My Andy.”

He stayed inside her, pumping, though much more gently now, helping her ride the last waves of orgasm.

Without a word, Maya pulled away from him and rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide and smiled. She opened her arms in a welcome gesture.

“Come here,” she said.

Andy got between her legs and his cock immediately found her dripping opening. As he began fucking her intensely, hard and deep, she kissed him. She loved the rawness of putting her tongue into his mouth.

As he worked his cock in and out of her tight pussy, more of his body weight dropped onto Maya and she savored the feeling of her breasts and nipples pushed so firmly against Andy’s warm, slightly sweaty skin.

Maya wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding him tightly against her. She closed her eyes, relaxed, and happily went along for the ride.

“You look so gorgeous,” Andy said. “It feels so good.”

“You feel amazing,” she said. “I love it.”

Maya’s praise was all Andy needed. He gave a final thrust, sending his cock as deeply into Maya as he could get, before cumming.

One shot of cum. Then a second. Then a third. Then a fourth and a fifth.

“I didn’t know I could cum that much,” Andy said.

“Same,” Maya said, laughing.

Andy’s cock was going limp, so he slowly pulled himself out of Maya and returned to her side.

They were exhausted and barely awake.

They were content and completely happy.

They were in love.

Andy reached for Maya and guided her to him with one arm while pulling the blanket over them with the other. She melted against him, drinking in his kindness and care.

“What do you want to do tomorrow, Doc?” he said.

“Anything,” Maya said, “as long as I can start the day by waking up next to you.”