I liked that smile.
I cleared my throat. “Can we get all the extra people in here to file out into, like, the living room?” I gestured behind me, making myself look somewhere other than the standing man’s ass or the sitting one’s cock. “My partner Michael, and Officer LaFratta, can answer any questions you might have.” The ladies crouched over the bed got up, murmuring to the woman under the towel, and I noticed all of them in matching shirts. I made myself smile. “Bachelorette party?”
One of them looked doubtfully at the others, then nodded. “Yeah. Ava here is getting married next week,” she said, gesturing vaguely at the towel. “Um. Is she going to be okay?”
“I need you ladies to step out of the room, please,” I told her firmly. They teach us to take charge at moments like these, and I’d always been good at that. “Mikey?” I nodded meaningfully to my partner, who finally got the message.
“Follow me please, ladies!” he called, and before I knew it I realized I was staring again at the seated man with the splendid penis. He saw, and smiled confidently when he caught my eye.
“Sir,” I began weakly, “maybe you could go with them and, well…”
“No problem.” He slid off the bed and sauntered around the far side, giving his friend a whack on his butt as he did so. I saw no jiggle in that glorious ass. “Good luck, compadre.”
“Yeah.” The man behind Towel Woman had a low, vaguely vapid voice, the kind you might expect from an extra in a surf movie. “Thanks, man.”
The black man towered over me as he moved past about eight inches away from me, which was well within the range of his bobbing penis. I struggled to keep my eyes on his face. “Thank you for your service, what you do,” he smiled. He had a panty-dropping smile. “Just so you know, we’re happy to offer a discount on events for first responders. So keep us in mind, okay?”
“O-okay.”
“I’ll leave a card with your partner,” he went on, his voice twanging at my pussy.
“Go ahead and shut the door behind you please, sir?” I wasn’t sure what the fuck was happening here, but I was pretty sure privacy would be a good idea. Especially where women and LaFratta were concerned. I waited until I heard the click of the latch behind me, then I cleared my throat and lowered my bag to the floor. “Um. So. Sir. Are you in any pain?”
He blinked at me a bit. I noticed he had large hands, resting now on that smooth pair of female buttocks before him. “What? Oh! Um, no. I’m not the patient.” He nodded down at the fluffy towel. “Her, um, vagina is doing something weird.”
“Weird?” I glanced down his body, past a slick set of smooth abs, peering at where he was joined to her. “Like, can you back out so I can take a look?”
“Yeah, that’s the thing,” he went on, smiling vaguely. “I… well, I’m stuck.”
“Stuck?”
“I can’t pull out.” The fluffy towel moved a bit, like a cat shifting in its sleep. “It feels weird when I try. Like I’m being held in a hand…”
I blinked. “You’re serious?” I had no idea what to say. “I mean, you’ve tried… just, like, pulling out?”
“Of course,” he snapped, no longer as polite, and to be fair? It had been a pretty dumb question. “I’m telling you, it’s stuck.” He flexed his ass slightly, and I heard a hiss from underneath the towel. “Feels like one of those finger traps? Like you get as a party favor when you’re a kid?”
“Yeah, I get it.” I gnawed at my lip. I’d never heard of anything even remotely like this. “And you’re not in any pain? Like… how does it feel?”
He looked at me strangely. “Like I’m in a really, really, really tight pussy,” he shrugged, and yep. This guy really did think I was an idiot. I nodded, hoping my face was neutral, trying hard not to look at those dazzling abs and the little trail of trimmed hair that led down from his navel to disappear into the shadows between his mysterious partner’s buttcheeks.
The woman under the fluffy towel was trembling, her face looking like a Munch painting. Or maybe Bosch. “It hurts,” she whimpered once I’d gently folded the towel back.
“I know, honey.” It came out automatically, my tone soothing, and when I rested my hand on her naked back she started to breathe more normally. “I’m here. What… I mean, is he too big, or…”
“No!” She turned a tear-streaked face to mine. “He’s fine. I just… like, I tensed up. Completely. I can’t unclench.”
“Like one of those finger traps,” the man repeated helpfully. I glared up at him.
“Listen, just stay where you are and try not to move.” I forced my eyes to his face. “I’m Nadia. What’s your name, sir?”
“Steve.” He cracked a nice smile, not as pussy-melting as the other guy’s. But nice. “Pleasure to meet you, Nadia.”
“And you, hon?” I kept my thumb in motion along the woman’s upper spine. She was very pretty. “What’s your name?”
“I’m Ava,” she managed. She was already sounding clearer, stronger. It’s amazing, the placebo effect: just having a medical pro around makes most people feel a lot better.
“Hi, Ava. Is this your party, honey?”
“Yes.” She licked her lips. “I’m the bride,” she added, with a little hint of irony in there.
“Yeah?” I glanced back up at Steve, who simply stood helpfully with his cock buried in her. “You’ve got a lovely house, Ava.”
“It’s my parents’,” she gasped, and then her eyes went wide. “Holy shit! I’m fucking in my parents’ bed…”
“Shh. Relax, honey.” My thumb never stopped, and after a few seconds I had it: the confusing tangle of vocabulary I’d been trying to remember out of the DSM-5. “Have you ever heard of vaginismus, Ava?”
“Doesn’t sound familiar,” she frowned. She had a beautiful mouth. I figured it had probably taken both cocks already.
“Have you ever had a problem like this before?”
“No.”
I looked back at Steve, my voice going professional again. “Did you have any trouble entering, sir?”
“Like, at first?” He thought about it. “No, but she was on her back.”
“This tightness, did it start when you started, um, started… entering her from behind?” Paramedic training teaches you to ask awkward questions, but this was a whole new world.
“Oh, no.” He shrugged, his lips twitching upward in a slight grin. “No way. I sank right in.”
“It was so good,” Ava nodded.
“Oh,” I said blankly. It had been awhile since Don had fucked me.
“I was railing her,” Steve went on, “and we were both really into it.”
“Really into it,” Ava confirmed. She was flushing now.
“And then, all of a sudden?” He waved a hand toward her butt. “This happened.”
I nodded. “Mikey!” I called through the door. The woman started. “I’m going to have my partner look this up. I’ve never seen this before.” I swallowed, trying to think of the right kind of small talk. “So. You’re getting married soon?”
“In a week.” She sank down onto her elbows, her back arching, and Steve watched her move with that same grin on her face. “Not to him,” she admitted, jerking her head backward at him.
“I’m just the stripper,” he put in.
“Yeah?” Mikey cracked the door.
“Get the tablet and do some research,” I told him shortly. “You’re looking for a disorder that results in spontaneous vaginal flexion strong enough to imprison a penis.”