Impatient Patient

Liz sits on the exam table in a thin gown, legs swinging while she mutters about the doctor being late again. The wait burns through her. She had rushed here early, skipped her morning fingers between her thighs, and now the ache is sharp. She parts her legs, lifts the gown, and slides two fingers over her wet slit, stroking quick circles on her clit. A small sigh escapes her. Then the door opens. Dana steps in, white coat still on, eyebrows raised, apologies halfway out of her mouth until she sees Liz’s hand working between her own spread knees. They both freeze. Liz catches her breath, grin spreading. She holds Dana’s gaze and says, voice low, “Maybe you can make it up to me?”