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Magnolia
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“OPEN WIDE, MA’AM,” the dentist says smiling behind his face mask, his eyes creasing with the action.
I comply, closing my eyes and trying to relax on the chair but it’s easier said than done, isn’t it? After all I’m not the only one who hates the dentist, I’m sure the poor dude must be used to nervous patients all the darn time.
“Ok, so I see why you’re here. Your top left incisor is slightly chipped. But it’s nothing too serious, I can file it down and we’ll be done in seconds.”
“... han ... ou ... oc ... or.” My attempt to thank the doctor with my mouth wide open doesn’t go very well, so I pipe right down letting Porter’s friend do his job.
Doctor Katsura wasn’t lying, it really doesn’t take him a long time to fix my temporarily crooked smile and the procedure is thankfully painless.
When we’re done, I thank the dentist properly but I’m antsy to leave the practice as soon as possible without making any small talk. I don’t want to give the guy any chance to ask me what happened. Because ... yeah, we ain’t going there.
I’m not just klutzy, I’m also mighty unlucky because the guy follows me outside to the front office. “You were the last appointment of the morning, Magnolia. I was really looking forward to meeting you, Porter and the guys can’t talk about anything else than their gorgeous girlfriend and I can’t blame them now that I have you in front of me.”
Max warned me that their friend Hiroshi is a huge flirt, so I think nothing of his compliments and stop by the reception desk, taking out my insurance card.
“Oh no, Magnolia that’s absolutely not necessary. The guys are like brothers to me, so the procedure is on the house. And actually, it was gonna be a surprise but I can’t wait to share the news. As you might know, I recently came back from Japan where I qualified as a ramen master. My parents would kill me if I didn’t practice as a dentist after putting me through school but ramen are my real passion and we’re opening a ramen restaurant in the Katsura Garden’s compound. You guys are all invited to the opening night.”
I smile enthusiastically and thank him for both the free dental work and the invitation. “Ramen are one of my favorite things to eat, thank you so much—” I keep blabbering while still moving toward the door, fixing to fill the time with inconsequential chatter until I can safely make an exit.
And I almost think I managed to leave without further embarrassment ... almost.
I practically have one foot out of the door when Hiroshi places a gentle hand on my forearm, effectively stopping me from leaving.
“Anyway, glad I could be of help today. But let me ask you: what happened? How did you chip your tooth?”
Goddangit! Just when I thought I’d made it out of here!
I open my mouth to speak but I close it immediately again because there’s no way I can tell my boyfriends’ bestie that I chipped my front tooth trying to give Max a blow job.
I feel redness beginning to rise to my cheeks and opt for a non-committal “I slipped”, which is the truth.
Hiroshi looks at me with a hint of suspicion that there might be more to my story but thankfully he doesn’t inquire any further and I step out of his dental practice with a sigh of relief.
I text Max that everything is fixed and I’m walking the few blocks back home to pick up Frank, because Jennie and Gemma invited me to lunch and I know they’d never forgive me if I didn’t bring our little guy with me.
As soon as I open the door, I freeze in place, perplexed not to be greeted by my little ball of fur who always acts as if I’d been missing for years even if I leave the house just for an hour.
But this time I get no such greeting, no greeting at all. Frank is nowhere to be seen.
“Frankie!” I call out. “Where’s my baby boy?” Nothing, the house is eerily quiet and I walk to all of Frank’s usual hiding spots to finally find him upstairs in my bedroom, curled up in his dog bed by the side of one of the nightstands.
The little yorkie’s ears are down and I immediately see the guilt in his big brown eyes.
The first thing I do is to check that my little magpie hasn’t stolen anything else but there’s nothing in his dog bed or in his mouth, so my puppy must really be feeling guilty about my tooth.
Our eyes meet exactly the same way they did yesterday morning and I don’t have it in my heart to be mad at him, so I place a soft kiss on his head. “We’re fine, Frankie Panky. Just stop stealing every shiny thing you see, baby. It makes Mommy terrified that one day you might choke on something and get really hurt.”
Sometimes I swear that Frank understands English because the puppy lifts his gaze to mine and wags his tail, licking my hand and responding with a little “Woof” of agreement as if he promised never to steal from me again.
“Ok then you’re forgiven, baby. I’ll let your daddies know that you’re gonna be a good boy from now on.”
But our truce is short lived because as soon as I put Frank down, he runs to my side of the bed and returns with one of my new slippers covered in silver boa feathers in his mouth.
“Frank!” I shriek, “put that down!”
I swear to God, that dog thinks this is a game because he briefly wags his tail at me and takes off running out of the bedroom and down the stairs like a bolt of fuzzy lightning.
I immediately give chase without thinking but I stop dead in my tracks one instant later, thinking that this type of reaction is exactly what landed me in the dentist’s chair this morning.
I slow my pace.
Breathe, Magnolia, breathe. Hold your dang horses and stay out of trouble, I tell myself as I descend the stairs one at a time, holding onto the bannister for balance.
I’ve gotta admit that I’m mighty pleased with myself for catching a potential source of trouble before things got out of hand, unlike yesterday morning.
Yes, because I mean seriously, what woman would chip a tooth trying to give her boyfriend a “good morning blow job?”
Yours truly is the answer.
Porter and Blake actually laughed when they heard about it. And I almost got mad at Max for telling them but he actually hadn’t until the guys had noticed my chipped tooth at dinner and asked about it.
Ok, I suppose I might as well fess up with y’all too.
Yesterday morning I woke up in Max’s arms. We both had the day off, so we hadn’t set an alarm, planning to let our bodies wake up naturally and then go out for a run together.
Blake and Porter were both at work on an early shift and as soon as I opened my eyes, I realized that we had the house to ourselves.
I did my best to let Max sleep but what’s a girl to do when your boyfriend’s impressive and deliciously hard morning wood is pressing against your stomach?
My first thought was to climb him like a Koala bear would the trunk of a eucalyptus tree but then I thought that it was better to start with a little bit of foreplay and had slid down underneath the covers and wrapped my hand around his hard shaft.
I had tugged my hand up and down a couple of times, feeling him harden even more in my grasp. His breathing was still even, his face peaceful like a sleepy Norse god.
I couldn’t resist the temptation to slide further under the covers and licked my lips in anticipation of taking Max’s huge cock in my mouth.
I did just that, running my tongue along the underside of his shaft, teasing the velvety skin right under his tip.
A deep moan reached me from above and his dick twitched against the bridge of my mouth. That was my cue to start sucking and running my tongue up and down his length, giving him a vigorous massage.
“Oh, Baby ...” His deep voice rumbled as he moved the covers off of me and his strong hand came to tangle with my hair.
I was sliding Max in and out of my mouth with gusto, spurred on by his encouraging moans when ... I made eye contact.
But not with Max’s dark blue eyes, no ma’am. Those were closed in ecstasy as I sucked him off.
My eyes met Frank’s beady brown eyes all the way across the bed as he too was licking something in his dog bed.
And just in case you think that Frank was licking his bits, you’d be dead wrong. The little thief was licking a shiny, round, silver object that he was holding between his front paws.
I narrowed my eyes while still keeping my tempo on Max. I wasn’t wearing my contacts and it took me a second to put that image into focus.
Mothertrucker!
My puppy had stolen my nurse watch brooch that Porter had given me a few months ago as a graduation present.
I started yelling at my puppy, but I dare you all to form any coherent words with a nine inch cock lodged deep in your throat.
So the only sound that came out was a strangled noise.
“Ahrggggle ...”
That caused Max to try and withdraw, worried that I must be chocking on his huge dick.
“Baby, are you ok?”
I was leaning on the mattress on three limbs, basically keeping myself precariously balanced with one hand while my other hand was still stroking Max. His sudden movement caused me to slip forward face planting on the soft memory foam of the mattress. But the shock of feeling the ground literally being ripped from underneath me, made me clench all my muscles including the ones in my jaw, causing me to grit my teeth so hard that when I kept slipping forward I gasped like a fish out of water and my teeth chattered.
There and then I hadn’t realized that my fall had caused some damage. Max had lovingly checked on me.
“I’m fine. Frank has my watch brooch!”
“I’ve got him!” Max had promised and we both began chasing the puppy around the house in our birthday suits.
My chest was heaving by the time we managed to catch my dog and retrieve his loot.
I only realized that I’d chipped my tooth later on, in front of the bathroom mirror as I was putting my hair in a ponytail ready to go jogging with Max.