Getting Something Off Her Chest

Patty walks into the exam room with that constant ache sitting heavy in her chest. Dr. Cooper's eyes flick up from the chart and lock on her for a beat too long. First visit. Both women feel the heat crawl under their skin before either says a word. Cooper clears her throat, snaps into doctor mode, and starts the questions. She presses her fingers along Patty's ribs, then under the heavy swell of each breast, working methodically until she pauses. "This bra's the problem," she says, voice low. "Too tight. Take it off." Patty hesitates half a second, then reaches behind and unclasps. The straps slide down her arms. The moment the fabric hits the floor, relief blooms across her chest, nipples tightening in the cool air. Cooper's gaze follows the movement, lingers. Her gloved hand returns, but gentler now, thumbs grazing the undersides, circling the stiff peaks. Patty's breath catches. Cooper steps closer. Their mouths meet hard. Patty's bare breasts press against Cooper's white coat, the heat and weight of them spilling into Cooper's palms. Fingers squeeze, lift, taste follows: Cooper's tongue tracing slow circles before she sucks each nipple deep. Patty moans, pushes forward, grinding her hips against the exam table edge while Cooper keeps working her mouth over that sore, grateful flesh until the tension turns into raw, wet need.