Obsession

"I guess he wants to check if you have some gallstones or kidney stones. Please lift up your shirt." I said in a casual manner.

"That is much troublesome. I'll just do this." he said as he took off his shirt and my mouth ran dry when he revealed his chiseled body. It wasn't chiseled, it was perfectly carved with abs. I lifted the ultrasound probe and placed some ultrasonic gel on it.

"This is a bit cold," I warned him. During the weekend, our department aide had forgotten to place the ultrasonic gels in the heater and now the gels are as cold as ice.

"Ow! That is definitely bloody cold," he remarked once the probe touched his stomach. I laughed but I had to stifle it immediately because our supervisor is usually roaming around and it's prohibited for the staff to laugh during working hours.

I was trying to concentrate on my work but I can't help but peek on his perfect belly where my ultrasound probe roamed smoothly. It made me feel ashamed of my bumpy baby fat-stricken belly. But I wonder how it feels to lie on top of those hard six packs. I also noticed that his sparsely hairy chest was also well built. I suddenly remembered the other night about my dream. He was lying on the same position as he is right now. If only I could straddle him...

"See anything wrong?" his words interrupted my thoughts.

"Nope." I said as I scanned once more.

"Actually, it hurts right here," he said as he took my hand and placed it near his navel much to my surprise.

"Well, as far as I can see, I see nothing unusual." I assured him. All the time I tried to fix my eyes on the sonogram monitor because I felt he was staring at me all the time. I was glad when the procedure came to an end and he left without any word. When I came out of my cubicle, my friends are all waiting for me.

"Coffee break?" I cheerfully asked.

"Coffee break yourself," Bess giggled, "it's already 12 o'clock."

"You've been there for more than two hours, my dear," Meg said.

As I've told before, Jack and I are in a steady relationship and it's a dream for me to get married and have my own family. My siblings are all married now and our mother is living with her other siblings in our ancestral home in the countryside. Now, they are pressuring me to settle down. Actually, Jack and I have talked about marriage on some occasion but we both agreed not to tie the knot so soon as we wanted to be financially stable first before we get married. Which probably explains why Jack is spending more of his time working overnight nowadays. I was also thinking that as soon as Jack and I to get married, I would probably forget about Gerry.

I hope.

"I'll be working late again today, love," I heard Jack's voice over the phone when I called his mobile number.

"Yes, I understand," I lamely responded like a broken record. Same old story.

One night, instead of going straight home, I stopped by at the nearby modest restaurant. It was ran by my landlord's wife and I've already made an arrangement to eat there on a promise that I will pay along with the apartment rent. Should I fail to pay the accumulated bills, I will be automatically ordered to vacate my apartment. Simple as that. But I only go there to eat when I'm too tired to cook or when I forget to go to the grocery store. World Cup has just finished and the place is quiet with only a handful of people eating calmly. During football season, this place comes alive with cheers and shouts that makes you fear that a riot might break out anytime. After having my supper of lasagna (my comfort food) and jasmine tea, I reached over and took out the evening newspaper that I bought. It feels good to get in touch with the world and know what's happening back home after long hours of work. Aside from that, I went to read my favorite section: funny cartoons. Underneath the cartoon section is the horoscope section. I admit that I read horoscopes every now and then but it's just out of curiosity. I heard some foot steps approaching. Eventhough I don't need to lift my head, intuition tells me who it belongs to.

"I see you read horoscopes," Gerry said while carrying a cup of tea, "May I?" pointing on the seat opposite me. I was too shy to say anything so, I just nodded. He pulled the chair and sat down.

"It's funny, isn't it?" he started, "I live opposite yours. My office is opposite the hospital where you worked and now, I'm sitting opposite you."

"Yes, a bit too much of coincidence doesn't it?" I politely said putting down my paper.

"Like I said, I saw you reading horoscopes," he looked at me, "do you believe in it?"

"Well, sometimes," I answered cautiously, "do you?"

"Let's just say, I believe that each sign sometimes describes a person."

"I don't know," I admitted, "my birthday falls under Virgo but I never thought of myself as a neat freak. A little sweeping, dusting and vacuuming will do."

"Really now," he started to laugh. He paused for awhile to sip his tea.

"And what's your sign if I may ask sir?" I asked politely. I have this nagging belief that lawyers have a sensitive ego and one wrong question could land you a lawsuit the next day.

"What do you think of Scorpios?" he finally said putting down his cup.

I thought for awhile because I wasn't that good in astrology.

"Well," I started, "I know that Scorpio is a water sign. They are a bit secretive and stubborn and once they get into a relationship, they become jealous to the point of possessiveness and—"

"Do you find them sexually irresistible?" he interrupted.

I was too stunned by his question but I soon recovered.

"Well—my boyfriend is not a Scorpio," I said, "but I got attracted to him, if that's what you want to know. Excuse me."

Afterwards, I got up, bade goodbye to the landlord's wife and left. I kept on walking without expecting him to follow me until I got into the elevator shaft.

I was too late to close the elevator door and he managed to get in.

My head is starting to throb with ache and I just want to be left alone.

2nd floor.

"The problem with you good girls," he started, "is that you are actually a bunch of coy flirts."

"Please stop now." I responded.

"That's what makes aggressive women win over you prudes," he said ignoring me, "at least the bitches I know know what they want and they get it." Those words are spoken too sharp and too hurtful.

"Well, go back to your bitches sir," I snapped back, "and leave us good girls marry the good boys."

3rd floor.

The door opened. That was the end of the conversation.

That night, I fell into a deep dreamless sleep. But somehow, I missed the dream.

The following week, I no longer saw Gerry. He must have moved out somewhere and once again, I'm surrounded by strangers in the building. Part of me felt relieved that Jack's 'competition' is already out of my life but somehow, I felt that I've lost a sense of thrill in my life. No more elevator rides together at 7pm to look forward to. No one to help me with the garbage. No man to invade my dreams again. Somehow, the mysterious Scottish rogue have left some mark in my life. But I guess, that's how life is.

It was December and once again, the hospital's Christmas Party is here again. Like any Christmas parties, we all exchanged gifts. Our supervisor got a new Gucci bag. Abby, our receptionist, got a new digital camera that she had always wanted. Meg got a new shawl. Bess showed off a gift certificate to a posh restaurant and I gave Jack the latest designer perfume for men. I was the last one to be handed with the gift.

"Open it now Mary,"Meg urged me cheerfully. The others started coaxing me.

There seems to be no use to keep the suspense, I said to myself as I tore open the package.

When the wrapper and box was removed, a pair of black lace brassier and thong was revealed. The whole place suddenly erupted with jeers and laughter much to my embarrassment but Jack gave me a big hug and kissed me.

"Have to put it to use very soon," Meg winked at me but, I just smiled nervously and looked up at Jack. But the black lace was never used even on New Year's Eve because Jack bade goodbye to spend the holiday at his parents' house and I was on duty at that time. At the back of my mind, I planned to use it on Valentine's Day instead. I'm sure that by that time, Jack is already here and I plan to give myself to him since we're going to be married soon.

Time seems to fly so fast and before I knew it, it was already two days before Valentine's Day. I plan to surprise Jack by going to his office and since I know that he would be working alone, I might as well show up in black lace. I heard my co-workers telling me that sex in the workplace offers great thrill. A sense of danger. That is what I'd like to find out.

February 14. I went home immediately. I took a quick shower and put on the black lace bra and thong (to my surprise, it fitted perfectly) and put on a gray trench coat to hide it. Although it's normally walking distance to the hospital, I took a taxi cab to get there quickly. The hallway to the accounting department is dim because it's already past working hours for the hospital's office staff and only the way to the emergency room and diagnostic rooms were lit. I managed to slip in and was walking my way to the Jack's office. Tonight is the last night of my virginity, I smiled.

I finally got into the office and quietly turned the knob. I thought that I would surprise Jack but it seems to be it's my turn. At the corner, where Jack's table is located, I saw him engaged in a passionate kiss —with another man!

"Jack!" I cried as my eyes start to blur with overflowing tears.

They suddenly broke up and it was then that I found out that the other person was Jack's boss. All this time, I was thinking that my fiancé was staying up late counting money and figures but, I was wrong. I could compete with any woman for Jack's affection, but to compete with another man, nevertheless his own boss, is too much for me. Jack suddenly turned pale and guilty because he was caught red-handed.

"Mary, please let me—"Jack started to explain but I already turned around and ran out of the room. I don't know how I managed to run from the hospital grounds to my home without thinking of getting run over by a car or meeting a criminal who might rape me but before I knew it, I was already in my apartment. I removed the trench coat, kicked my shoes in different directions, threw myself to bed and cried my heart out.

Moments later, I heard the phone at my bedside table ringing. How long I've been crying, I have no idea. At first, I hesitated picking up the phone. If it's Jack, he can go to hell. But if it's not Jack...anyway, I ended up picking up the cordless receiver.

"Hello?..." I answered in between sobs.

"You'll look lovelier in your lace if you're not crying." said the voice on the other line.

I flared up, rose from my bed and grabbed my white robe hanging on a nearby chair. It finally dawned into me that I removed the window curtains this morning and sent it to the laundry maid to clean. I completely forgot about it because of Jack.

"Wh-Who the f—" I yelled as I struggled into my robe.

"Why is it that you Virgos wear sexy black lacies only to hide it under a silly robe?"

"Gerry?" I stopped and stared into the large bedroom window, "Where are you?"

"You know that I always prefer living opposite to your world."

I walked over and looked out of the window and across the street is another apartment building. Looking further, I saw directly opposite my window, a window with lampshade lighting up the dim room. Standing inside is Gerry, holding the phone and looking directly at me. It was then I realized he was shirtless and I could see his rippling muscles, glistening in the light and seemed tempting to touch.

"Glad you can see me now." he smiled.

"You fool," I was starting to get furious, " how long have you been spying on me?"

"Let's just say I wanted to take more glimpse of your world. Since living across the floor won't do, I decided to take a more strategic place."

I got too stunned to talk. All the time, I always thought that he had left me alone. I was wrong. This Scotsman really proved to me that Scorpios are stubborn creatures.

"And what about my life that you have seen so far?" I asked.

"I saw you running home this evening and you were crying," was the reply. "It's that bloody fool Jack, isn't he?"

I paused. I realized that all my life, I have always been trying to be a good girl and kept my image that way. Perhaps, being a good girl doesn't always guarantee you happiness.

"I told you good boys won't always do you good." I heard him say. I looked down at my black lace lingerie. Then something came up on me.

"Gerry."

"Yeah?"

"You can see what I'm doing right now, don't you?" I slowly laid my back on my bed. My white robe fell to my sides revealing my black lace.

I heard him gasp on the other line.

"I know you can see what I'm doing right now," I continued, seductively raising my legs on the bed. "Tell me Gerry, do I really look good in black lacies?"

"You have no idea, my lady," his voice started to turn husky.

I began to run my fingers from the top of my chest down further across my belly.

"Do you mind baby fat on a belly?" I asked as I made circles on my belly with my finger.

"Please...please don't drive me mad this way," he began to pant. I giggled. At last, I seemed to have found his weakness but I didn't stop there.

"You told me that good boys won't always do me good and now I know," I continued, "now tell me about the bad boys." I ran my fingers further down to the top of my lace thong.

I can tell the effect of my movements because his breathing is becoming more labored than before.

"Convince me that bad boys can do me better than good boys." my voice started to turn husky.

"Tell me what you want me to do," he responded with his breath heaving.

"I decided to stop being a good girl," I rolled over on my stomach and stared at his window, "I want to be treated like a lady."

"Say that you need me—NOW!" he started to growl with desire.

"Then come to me." I said and turned off the phone.

It was a matter of minutes before I heard some frantic knock on my door. I peeped first into the hole and when I saw it was him, I unlocked the key. Like a wild beast, he quickly went in and grabbed me by the waist and began to kiss me hungrily.

"I've been dying to do this with you the first time you rode on that elevator with me," he murmured the minute we broke our kiss to catch our breath.

"So am I, darling," I responded before his mouth captured mine once more. His lips, tongue and breath were much warmer than Jack's. I responded by touching his tongue with mine. He groaned and our tongues began to flick excitedly like snakes. Jack's kiss was a bit more gentleman-like but Gerry's kisses were rough but I found out that I like to be handled roughly. The weather was turning a bit cold but we're both sweating with the sweltering heat of our bodies. Gerry lifted me easily and carried me in his arms as if we were newlyweds and I am his bride.

He was about to ask me, "Where do you want to--"

"My bedroom is straight ahead," I interrupted.

He carried me with ease and when we got inside, he gently let me down on my feet with my back turned to him. Then, he helped me out of my robe, grabbed me by the waist again and started kissing me at the nape and his tongue tracing and nibbling my earlobes.

"Darling," I whispered running my hands on his jaw as he runs his tongue along my neck.

"Yes?"

"My bra is a bit tight. Please loosen it up for me?" I panted.

With much efficiency, he unhooked my brassiere and threw it somewhere on the floor.

I turned to face him while he cup my face with his right hand and his left hand cling heavily into my hair then, we started kissing hungrily again. My hands began to explore and I was thrilled to explore my fingers on the taut muscles of his chest down to his stomach. I used to fantasize about it some nights ago but now, it was for real. I felt him break free from my hold and to my shock he began flicking his tongue on the top of my breast.

"Do you find it a bit small, darling?" I asked him, thinking about the heavily breasted brunette he brought to his apartment months ago.

But he did not respond. Instead, he coiled his tongue around one nipple and began to suck hungrily like a hungry infant and it made me moan much louder. Surely, my fiancé—or rather, now ex-fiancé—have not succeeded in bringing this kind of pleasure to me. Looking up at my bedroom window, I got scared and stopped Gerry for awhile.

"Suppose everybody in the opposite building is watching us?" Thinking of it makes me feel that we might be much worse than Paris Hilton and her lover.

"Don't worry love, it's Valentine's day, everybody's too busy doing the same thing" he grinned as he quickly added, "but ours is bloody much better." and he carried me again and laid me on my bed. Luckily, it was a queen sized bed with soft powder blue comforters and yellow colored pillows. It used to be my resting area whenever I get home every night after work but tonight, it was converted into a bridal chamber.

As I lay on my bed, he stared down on me as if studying what to do next.

"Give up now, sir?" I teased as I stroke the outlines of his face and his lips.

"Not yet," he said huskily, "are you?"

I just shook my head in response.

He bent his head again and began to run his tongue on my breasts again and I started to moan when his mouth caught hold of one nipple and began to suck again. This time, it's more savage than the first as if he was sucking my breasts dry. I felt his hand managed to get inside my thong and found access my pussy and to my surprise, he began to rub my clitoris. Then he found my lovehole. It was already wet just by his rough kisses and sucking. As his head move to suck another nipple, he placed his finger inside my lovehole. My vaginal muscles started constricting violently as the foreign object , his finger, began to move further deep inside. Slow at first, then he began to move his finger faster and faster.

"Gerry! Oh baby! Don't!" were the words that came from my lips. But he seems to know that I meant the opposite.

My moaning started to get louder and I began to clutch the back of his head with my hand when I felt his tongue move slowly down to my stomach. At that moment, I began to think that my baby fat is not so bad after all. My moans started to become loud cries when I felt him make circles around my navel with his tongue. He wanted to moved further down and despite of the pleasure his finger gave, I removed his hand from my pussy because something else came into my mind

I slowly sat up and pushed him to lie down. He was surprised to see me do this but I'm much more surprised in my guts. Anyway, I have to continue what I started. I proceed to straddle him and I decided to imitate his actions. Our mouths began to join once more then, I moved my tongue down to the hollow of his neck and tasted the saltiness of his skin. He started groaning louder and his chest start to heave faster as my tongue began to move around and all over his chest. I paused for awhile when I reached his belly. I suddenly remembered how the ultrasound probe roamed freely and smoothly on those taut belly muscles and it made me think how it feels to run my tongue on it. I looked up at Gerry's face and I saw his face was flushed red and he was breathing heavily.

"Please go on," he begged, "drive me mad, my lady."

I bent my head. At first, I kissed the taut muscles for awhile. Then, I opened my mouth and let my tongue out to lick his stomach. To my excitement, I heard his loud cry as I pushed him on the throes of pleasure. He clutched my hair tightly and groaned. I knew then, that I have found this man's weakness. I continued to run my tongue along the grooves of his tight muscles and the more I run my tongue, the louder his groans become and the faster his breathing becomes.