We were getting more and more frustrated. Until New Year's Eve.Ah, yes, that magical night... when so many romances begin or end, and so many promises...that can't be kept are made... and when so many cherries are popped. But not mine (getting ahead of myself here). This was one of the big three nights for defloration, along with Prom and Graduation. Brad invited me to a party at the home of one of his buddies. Only about a dozen people were invited, and his friend's parents would be there to. I felt the blood begin to flow to my penis and the beginnings of an erection. I forced myself to focus on the medical task at hand, to be professional. It had been a long time since I was distracted by a pretty patient, not since I was a resident. Pretty women often distracted me, but not while I was treating them. What made it worse was that she was only fifteen and my daughter’s best friend.When I was done with the bandage, I went up into the attic to find the crutches I used after my last. I literally felt the fluid rising to the tip. I gave a sigh of relief and relaxed my body. I grabbed her hand that was over my face, kissed it, and pulled her up towards me. I sat up against the wall and she climbed on top and sat on my hard cock. She kissed me hard, pushing my head against the wall. She kept her lips firmly pressed against mine for a few seconds. Then she said, Your turn, fell backwards onto the bed, and reached her arms above her head to grab the bedframe. I lifted her. “Your bones don’t seem that dense to me. Your arm snapped like a twig against my muscles.”“You can’t hurt Becky even if she lets you,” Stephanie sang mockingly. “She’s too strong for you or for anyone else.”“Hey Cynthia,” Becky called. “Remember what I taught you about throwing punches? You should twy that with him, since he’s not going anywhere.”Cynthia Schroeder slowly stepped forward and removed her tank top. Her back and shoulders were blooming with lumps of muscle almost never seen on.