The Kibbutz Doctor

First time I saw her again was Saturday Shabbat. Middle of the day. Heat like a bastard.

Everyone had fucked off to the hot springs. Coaches left at noon. Sofie asked if I was coming, gave me that look. Showed her my bandaged hand.

"Can't swim, can I?"

She shrugged and climbed on the coach with the others. Sean gave me a wave. Lucky bastards.

Bomb shelter bar was empty. Just me and a bottle of vodka someone left behind. Found fresh oranges in the kitchen. Made myself a screwdriver. Then another.

Hand was throbbing under the bandage. Been four days since she stitched it. Three days since she'd said to come back for a check. Hadn't seen her since. Not properly. Just glimpses across the dining hall. Her sitting with Avi and the other elders. Not looking my way.

Was thinking about that. About her on my lap in the medical centre. How she'd held herself up, torturing me. How she'd tasted.

Then she walked in.

White cotton dress. Hair down for once. Looked around like she was making sure we were alone.

"Hey," she said. "Why aren't you with your young friends chatting up girls your own age?"

Held up my bandaged hand. "Can't exactly go swimming."

"Ah." She came closer. Picked up the vodka bottle and examined it. "You are drinking alone?"

"Was."

She poured herself a measure. Added orange juice. Sat down next to me. Close. Could smell her. That same scent from the medical centre.

"Avi is sleeping," she said. Not looking at me. "The heat. He always sleeps in the afternoon."

"Right."

"Everyone is at the hot springs."

"Yeah."

She took a drink. "We have maybe two hours."

My cock was already hard. She noticed. Smiled slightly.

"You have been thinking about me."

"Every fucking day."

"Good." She put her glass down. "Because I have been thinking about you too. About things I want to try."

"Yeah?"

She leaned closer. Her hand on my thigh. "Things I have not done. Things Avi would never..." She stopped. Started again. "There is a storage room. Through there. Door locks."

"Okay."

"I want you to do something for me." Her voice quiet now. Serious. "Something I have been thinking about all week."

She told me what she wanted. Exactly what she wanted. Her doctor voice. Clinical. Except her hand was shaking on my thigh.

"You understand?"

"Yeah."

"You have done this before?"

"No."

"Then I will teach you." She stood up. Took my good hand. "Come."

The storage room was small. Cleaning supplies. Old furniture covered in dust sheets. She locked the door behind us.

Pulled a towel from her bag. Small bottle too. She'd planned this.

"I have been preparing," she said. Saw my expression. "All week. Thinking about you. About this."

Started unbuttoning her dress. No bra underneath. Just her. Beautiful.

"Take off your clothes."

Did what she said. My cock standing up the second my shorts hit the floor.

She knelt down in front of me. Looked up.

"Not hard enough yet."

Took me in her mouth before I could answer. Soft at first. Could feel myself growing against her tongue. Filling her mouth. Getting thicker. Harder.

She pulled back. Used her hand to pull the skin tight. Then took just the head back in. Warm. Wet. Perfect.

Made a small satisfied sound. Like she'd achieved something.

Then she stood up. Spread the towel on the floor. Pushed me down onto it. Straddled me before I could think.

"I want to tell you something," she said. Already moving. Taking me inside her. "Something I have been thinking about all week."

Her hands on my chest. Pinning me down. Looking right at me.

"I want you to imagine this," she said. Started rocking slowly. "Later. Tonight maybe. Or another afternoon when Avi is sleeping."

My cock was so hard it hurt. She felt it. Smiled.

"I want you to find some reason I need to be punished. Some imagined slight. Bring me back here. Make me lie on the floor. Knees to chest. Naked. Facing that mirror there so I can see your face."

She moved faster. I tried to thrust up but she held me still.

"No. You listen."

"Okay."

"I want you to look at me with reproach. Softly tell me 'you know you deserve this'. Tell me 'hold still'. Tell me 'I will be gentle'. I want you to show me you are determined to fuck me in the arse and also very sorry it has to happen."

Christ.

"I want you to slide inside me really slowly. Let me feel every inch. Your skin on my skin. Inside my skin."

Her hand moved down. Gripped my cock where it was inside her. Squeezed.

"I want to feel the thud of your cum. That is what I need. Deep inside."

Kept squeezing. Watching my face.

"You can come wherever you like. As long as it is inside. Pull out of my cunt at the last moment if you want. Push my face down so I can make noise without anyone hearing. Lube up and hold the tip of your hard wet cock at the entrance to my arse and slide it in."

She was moving faster now. Riding me harder.

"Bare. No condom. Just you and me. Do you understand what I am asking?"

"Yeah."

"I want you to watch my face as you slide the tip inside. I am anxious but eager. Willing you to fit your fat cock into my tight hole. I want you to watch my eyes grow wide. My face crumple. As you ease in, inch by inch. And I want to watch you. The way your expression changes from cautious to determined. As you shove the whole thing as deep as possible."

She was riding me properly now. Hard. Her breathing faster.

"I need to feel you coming as deep as you can get. All the way in. Right to the hilt. Buried inside my arse. Taut and tight. Every thick hot squirt you pump out."

That did it. Came so hard I thought I'd black out. She kept moving. Taking everything. Watching my face the whole time.

After, she stayed on top of me. Both of us breathing hard. Sweating in the heat.

"You understand?" she said eventually.

"Yeah."

"Good." She climbed off. Started cleaning herself. "This is what I need from you. Not just fucking. But listening. Hearing what I want. What I have never been able to say."

She got dressed like nothing happened.

"That was good. Now go."

Walked back to Block C. My arse covered in dust. Clothes rumpled. Smelling like her and sex and something else. Something I couldn't name.

Lay in my bunk. Sean wouldn't be back till evening. Had the whole afternoon to think about what just happened.

About how she'd looked on top of me. How she'd told me what she wanted, made me listen, made me understand what she needed.

About how I had six more weeks on the kibbutz.

Six more weeks of Nava.