"I did warn you."
They weren't as I remembered; her prominent bosom looked so touchable: adorably pert and incredibly kissable. Her cheeky smile and mischievous grin were exactly as I recalled. I stared up into her eyes just as I did all those years ago.
We weren't even teenagers then. She had a tree-house away from the prying eyes of our parents and she would insist on her role playing games. Nurse and patient, super cop catching an errant shoplifter, super spy with a villain. Her tree house, her rules, her games.
The nurse and patient was her favourite though; I'd be a poorly citizen and Poppy would work her magic on me. She liked doing that. I had to wear the patient's gown, naked underneath. I'd refuse initially, but she'd insist on the nudity and I could never really resist Poppy. She was my best friend, and she always demanded nudity, whatever role we played. If I wasn't a patient, she strip-searched me as a shoplifter or villain. And then coo delightfully as every reason involved intimate examination of my pubic area.
If I had a bad cough, it would be problems with my "willy." Headache was my cock too. Knee trouble, testicles. She loved to play and examine me; I got used to it. It went further, it was fun. We dated as teenagers but she ended it before we left for different universities. A decade ago.
FemDoctorI did not expect her to be topless while staring over my hospital bed. "Eh?"
"I did warn you," she replied smirking gleefully. "I said if you don't do something about that shin bone you'll have trouble in later life."
"You made that assessment looking at my ... prick."
"And look how accurate my diagnosis was; you've broken your shin!"
"I was involved in a bike accident. It could have happened to anyone."
