The Kibbutz Doctor

First time I saw her was Friday night Shabbat. Whole kibbutz crammed into the dining hall, sweating, the fans doing fuck all.

She walked in with her husband. Avi. One of the elders, sixty-ish, grey beard, that look like he'd built Israel with his bare hands. Hand on her back. Owning her.

She was maybe forty. Dark hair pulled back, strong face, tall - properly tall, nearly as tall as him in her sandals. White cotton dress sticking to her in the heat. She looked tired. Bored.

"Dr Stern," Pieter said. South African, knew everyone. "Nava. Married to Avi forever. Treats all the kibbutzniks and volunteers."

Watched her sit with the old guard, smiling at their stories. Dead behind the eyes.

After dinner, volunteers headed to the bomb shelter bar for Euro pop, Maccabee beer, Sean glued to the telly for Ireland vs Italy.

I lasted an hour before the heat and Sofie's attempts at flirting drove me out. Walked towards the pool on the far side of kibbutz. No lights.

Nearly there when I heard it. Crying. Quiet but unmistakable.

She was sitting on the pool edge, feet in the water, still in the white dress. Shoulders shaking.

Should've walked away. Didn't.

"You alright?"

She looked up and wiped her face quickly. "I am fine. Go back to your friends."

"Doesn't look fine."

"What do you know?" Snapped it. Then softer. "Sorry. You are the new English boy. Daniel, yes?"

"Yeah."

"I am Nava." Like I didn't know. She stood. Tall. Taller than me by an inch maybe. Long legs. She lit a cigarette, hands shaking. "My husband does not like me smoking. Says it is not good for doctor to smoke." Bitter laugh. "He does not like many things about me."

Sat back down. I sat next to her. Close but not too close.

"Twenty-five years married," she said, wasn't really talking to me. "He has not touched me in two years. Says I am too old. Not interesting anymore." Took a drag. "You are eighteen?"

"Yeah."

"You think forty-two is old?"

"No."

"Liar. But kind liar." She looked at me properly. Dark eyes. Sad. "You should go back. The Danish girl likes you."

"Don't care about her."

"No?" She stubbed out the cigarette. "What do you care about?"

Didn't answer. Just leaned in. Kissed her.

She froze for a second. Then kissed back. Hard. Desperate. Her hand in my hair, pulling me closer.

When we broke apart she was breathing heavy. "This is stupid."

"Yeah."

"I am married. You are a boy. This is small kibbutz."

"So?"

She looked at me. Deciding. "Come."

Stood up and walked fast. I followed.

Thought about Avi for half a second. About the whole kibbutz knowing. Then she unlocked the medical centre and pulled me inside and I stopped thinking about anything except her.

Small room. Examination table. Desk. Smell of antiseptic.

"If anyone asks, you injured yourself and I was treating you." Already pulling her dress over her head. White bra. Matching knickers. Stretch marks on her stomach. Real body. Long torso. Fucking beautiful.

"Come here."

Didn't need telling twice. Kissed her against the desk, her hands on my belt, fumbling it open. My jeans hit the floor.

"Fuck, you are hard already." Her hand wrapped around my cock through my boxers. Squeezed. "Young men."

Got her bra off. Her tits were perfect. Not big but firm. Pale. Nipples already hard. Kissed her neck, her collarbone, down to her tits. Sucked her nipple. She gasped. Arched into me.

"The table. Now."

She hopped up onto it. I pulled her knickers down and she spread her legs. Dark hair. Glistening already.

"Have you done this before?" she asked.

"Once. Not well."

"Then I teach you." She pulled my head down between her legs. "Use your tongue. Gentle first."

Tasted like salt and musk and woman. Nothing like I expected. Everything I wanted. Licked her slowly while she showed me where, how much pressure, when to use my fingers too.

"There. Yes. Like that. Do not stop."

Her hand in my hair. Pulling. Guiding. Her thighs trembling against my face. She was close. Could feel it.

"Put your fingers inside. Two. Curl them up."

Did what she said and kept licking her clit. She came hard. Whole body shaking. Hand clamped over her mouth to stay quiet.

When I looked up she was smiling. First real smile I'd seen.

"Good student." She pulled me up and kissed me. Tasting herself. "Now I want you inside me."

"No condom."

"IUD. And clean. You?"

"Yeah. Just one girl before."

"Then we are safe." She lay back on the table. "Come here."

Pulled my boxers down. My cock was throbbing. Positioned myself and she guided me in.

Fucking hell. The heat. How tight she was. How wet. Started moving slow.

"Harder," she breathed. "You will not break me."

Gripped her hips. Fucked her harder. The table squeaking, her tits bouncing. She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me deeper.

"Touch me again," she gasped. "Make me come again."

Found her clit with my thumb and rubbed circles while I fucked her. She bit her arm to stay quiet, her cunt clenching around me.

"Close," I gasped. "I'm close."

"Wait. Wait for me." Her hand joined mine, rubbing herself frantically. "Now. Now. Come inside me."

Let go. Pushed deep. Came so hard my legs nearly gave out. Felt it pumping into her. She came again. Silent. Shaking.

Collapsed on top of her. Both panting. Sweating. The table was a mess.

"We cannot do this again," she said after a minute.

"Er, okay."

"I am serious. This was stupid. Dangerous."

"Yes, okay. I gedit."

She pushed me off and started cleaning up, getting dressed with that efficient doctor mode back on.

"You should go. Before someone sees you leave."

At the door I turned back. "Tomorrow?"

"No. This was one time. Mistake."

"Right."

Walked back to Block C where Sean was celebrating. Ireland won one-nil. Didn't care. Could still taste her.

Lay in my bunk. Cock still wet. Smelling like her.

***

Next morning in the banana fields, heat already brutal at six. Machete in hand. Bunch after bunch. Back killing me. Hands blistered.

Pieter was showing me how to cut properly. "Angle the blade. Do not rush."

Wasn't listening. Thinking about Nava. How she tasted. How she felt wrapped around me. Her saying it was a mistake.

The machete slipped. Sliced right across my palm. Deep.

"Fuck!"

Blood everywhere. More than expected. Pieter grabbed my wrist.

"Medical centre. Now."

Walked there holding my hand up, dripping blood in the dust. Heart hammering. Not from the pain.

She was at her desk when I walked in. Looked up. Saw me. Her face went neutral.

"Sit." Pointed at the examination table.

Pieter explained in Hebrew and she nodded. Professional. Cold even.

"I will handle it. You can go."

When Pieter left she locked the door. Turned to me.

"A clean slice like this, first day with the machete?" She examined my palm. "You are not that clumsy, Daniel."

"Accident. I swear."

"Liar." But she was already cleaning it, hands shaking slightly. "Deep but clean. You are lucky."

"Am I?"

She didn't answer. Just kept working. Stung like fuck. I hissed.

"You should have stayed away," she said quietly. "I told you. One time."

"You didn't mean it."

"I did." But her hand was shaking. "This is dangerous. My husband, the kibbutz, everyone will know if we continue."

"So we're careful."

She looked at me. "You are eighteen. You do not understand what you are asking."

"Then teach me."

She opened her mouth to argue. I kissed her instead.

She melted into it, kissing back, her hands in my hair. When she pulled away she was breathing hard.

"You are making me crazy."

"Good."

"Not good. Bad. Very bad." But she was already unbuttoning her shirt. White cotton. Plain bra underneath. "Your hand. I need to stitch it first."

"After."

"Now. Or it will get infected." She pulled me to the sink and washed the cut properly. "This will hurt."

The lidocaine burned. Then nothing. Numb. She stitched quickly, six stitches, efficient and professional. The whole time I was hard as fuck watching her concentrate.

"Done." She bandaged it. "Change this every day. Come back in one week."

"Come back now."

She looked at my crotch. Smiled slightly. "You are very eager."

"You're very beautiful."

"And you are very young." But she was already pulling me towards her, pushing me down onto the chair by her desk. "Sit."

Stood in front of me and unzipped her trousers. Let them drop. Plain white knickers. She pulled them down and stepped out of them.

"This time I am in control," she said, straddling me. Her long legs either side of the chair. "You understand?"

"Yeah."

She reached down and pulled my cock out of my shorts, positioned herself over it. Sank down slowly.

Fuck. Still as tight as last night. Still as wet. She sat there for a second. Full of me. Adjusting.

Then she started moving. Slow. Rocking forward and back, grinding on me. Not lifting up. Just moving her hips. Her clit rubbing against me.

"This feels good," she breathed.

Grabbed her arse with both hands, tried to make her go faster. She slapped my hands away.

"No. My pace. My rules."

Leaned forward with one hand braced on the wall behind me, the other on my shoulder. And suddenly her tits were right there. At my mouth.

Didn't need telling. Just opened my mouth. Sucked her nipple.

She gasped. Stopped moving. "Yes. Like that."

Her hand went to the back of my head, holding me there. She moved to offer me the other one. I kept going. Sucking. Licking. Tongue on her nipple. She started rocking again. Slower now. Deliberate.

"Use your tongue more," she whispered.

Did what she said and flicked my tongue over her nipple. She made this sound. Low. From her throat. Started moving a bit faster, lifting up slightly now. Then sinking back down.

Could feel myself getting close already. Too close. She must've felt it too, my cock twitching inside her. She lifted up. Right up. Just the tip of my cock inside her. Stayed there.

"Not yet," she said. Her tit still in my mouth. "You wait."

Stayed like that with her barely moving, me sucking her tits, her breathing getting heavier. When I'd calmed down she sank back. Slow. Taking all of me.

"Better," she said. "Now again."

She rode me. Proper rode me. Lifting almost all the way off then sinking back, each time watching my face. When I got close she'd stop. Hold herself up. Wait. Then start again.

"Please," I gasped eventually. "Fuck, please."

"Please what?"

"Let me come."

"Not yet." But she was breathing hard now too. Close herself. Her hand went between us and started rubbing her clit while she rode me. "Soon."

She was torturing me. Every time she sank down I thought I'd lose it. Had to think about anything else. Cricket. Maths. That time I shit myself at school.

"Touch my tits," she said. "Pinch my nipples."

Did what she said. Pinched them. Not too hard. She gasped.

"Harder."

Pinched harder. She moaned and moved faster, her fingers working her clit frantically now.

"Now," she gasped. "Come now. Fill me up."

Didn't need telling twice. Let go. Came so hard I nearly blacked out. Pumping into her. She came too, her cunt clenching around me, milking every drop. Her whole body shaking.

She collapsed forward. Head on my shoulder. Both panting. My cock still inside her. Twitching.

"Fuck," I breathed.

"Yes. Fuck." She lifted off slowly. I slipped out. Watched my cum drip out of her, down her thigh. "You are learning."

She stood up and started cleaning herself, getting dressed with that efficient doctor mode back on.

"Three days," she said. "For the stitches check. Do not come before then."

"Three days is too long."

"Then you will have to wait." She unlocked the door and checked the corridor. "Go through the back. The bathroom window."

At the window I turned. "Nava."

"Yes?"

"That was. Fuck. That was amazing."

She smiled. Proper smile. "You are a good student. Now go."

Climbed out the window and walked back to the accommodation. My hand throbbing under the bandage. But the sharper ache was lower. Could still smell her on my fingers, still taste her when I licked my lips. Still feel how she'd gripped me, how she'd held herself up, torturing me, edging me, using me.

Lay in my bunk that night with Sean snoring across the room. The antiseptic smell on my bandage mixing with her smell on my skin. Could still feel her cunt clenching around me. Still taste her tits. Still see how she'd looked down at me while she rode me slow, making me wait, making me beg.

Three days. Could manage three days.

Maybe.