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Harvey would have been content to take some secrets to the grave. He didn’t have many, so it was reasonable to ask to die with some. Yoba, however, saw fit to expose two of his darkest, most chilling secrets in quick succession to the last on the fertile green earth that the doctor wanted them exposed to. Bonnie was the first woman in more than half a decade since leaving medical school who had given him more than a second look, and she had walked in on him. Yoba, maybe he would look for a position in Zuzu. Perhaps he would take up residence in a cave. Bonibelle, for her part, seemed overenthused at the discovery.
It wasn’t every day you caught the dilf town doctor in short shorts doing calisthenics in the back room of the general store.
“It’s good to stay active. I’m glad to see you take care of yourself, doc.” she shrugged with a giggle. “I won’t tell, I promise.”
Harvey did not answer; he assumed his bright red coloration was enough of a declaration. It did, however, mean that he would not need to change his name or change his practice to proctology. Just to be safe, he skipped the next week's class, something Jodi admonished him for later. The doctor had no problem being a coward; he had done it plenty of times before. However, the flier slid under his clinic door felt like too specific an invitation to pass up. Caroline was going to host a beginner's Yoga class, something light and easy meant to test the class's flexibility. He supposed it couldn’t hurt. It wasn’t like all the women there hadn’t seen him in strange positions before. Yoba knows his rapidly aging joints probably needed it. Plus, it wasn’t like the farmer could discover his secret twice; she was probably so busy with the summer harvest anyway.
…
There was no world in which Harvey could turn on his heel fast enough to get out of Caroline’s living room. Bonnie had seen him too quickly; she had practically been looking for him, alert and ready for his entrance. He felt awful, too, as he was sure he looked terrified as her face lit up.
“Doc!” She coolly smiled and moved over to him.
“Bonnibelle.” His voice cracked as his feet remained glued. “Are you here to drop off some crops?” He looked at her very obvious workout clothes. She laughed like he had made a joke.
“Caroline told me she was going to host a yoga class today, so I decided to drop by. I just had Magnus set up a few more Junimo huts for me, so the harvest has been way more lax. Someone also told me I should relax a bit more.” She leaned in close to the doctor, his mouth going bone dry. “I also don’t think I can even touch my toes anymore.” She whispered conspiratorially out of the side of her mouth. Harvey managed a laugh, even though the thought of Bonnie, bent over, suddenly flooded his bloodstream like heroin.
“I’m sure you can touch your toes,” he tried to assure her, “I mean, with all the bending over and lifting you do on the farm. I’m stuck at my desk all day, I’m the one we should be worried about.”
“You should be an expert by now with all the classes you’ve taken, Harv.” Bonnie shrugged again, “Guess we’ll just have to see.”
“We can help each other out.” Harvey found himself blurting out, unprompted.
“You’d be up for that?” Bonnie’s smile was so genuine it made his heart skip a couple of beats, enough to cause worry.
“Of course! What kind of practitioner would I be if I didn’t help my patients work out safely and effectively? Do you want to set up your mat in front of me so I can make sure you’re keeping good form?”
She nodded eagerly, rolling out her mat and facing Caroline, who was trying desperately to get the room of women together. Harvey looked desperately to his right at the altar room, sitting empty and incense-filled. Yoba, surely, was testing him, mocking him twice in such short succession so close to his altar. That had to be the answer. A few secrets were all he asked; he did dance calisthenics once a week, he had a desperate crush on the farmer, he once helped a friend cheat on a French exam in high school, and he had a thing for yoga pants. Less of a thing and more of a Thing. It was stupid and made him feel skeezy, and in everyday life, not a problem in the slightest.
Naturally, then, the pose that the class would warm up in would be child’s pose. The doctor felt his blood pound through his veins, forcing his heart to work overtime as he watched Bonnie slip to her knees in front of him. Her wide hips were perfectly hugged by the soft stretchy material, expanding and stretching to accommodate her ass as she slid down on the mat. He was supposed to be looking at his mat; he had to remind himself, but he couldn’t; he completely lacked the self-control in the moment. Instead, he felt his breathing increase as she arched her back, the plush of her body on full display before him. Her chest was pressing against the foam and squishing the fat of her tits out on either side, the sports bra he had seen peaking out from under her shirt doing very little to compress them. Harvey watched as she took deep breaths, her back arching further with every breath she let out.
“Is my form okay?” He heard her whisper, turning her head slightly toward him. It took him a second to realize that she had actually been speaking to him, and it was not a part of his fantasy.
Before he could even consider his statement, it left his lips. “Spread your knees a little more.”
She did as she was told, pushing her ass out further toward him and spreading her thighs slightly. Certainly, this was the worst thing he had ever done for his own pleasure. His jaw tightened as he greedily took in the way her pants hugged the outline of her center. It was obscene- was she not wearing anything under them? Fuck what he wouldn’t give to be kneeling behind her; he didn’t even need to fuck her; he would have been content to grind against her until he made a mess of his workout shorts.
“Alright, now with a deep breath, come to your knees.” Caroline’s command pierced through his fantasy.
Harvey sat frozen, head spinning. There were still thirty minutes of class remaining. Thirty minutes of Bonnie in yoga pants. Thirty minutes of being hard in public. He sat up mechanically, hands placed over his lap, thoughts desperately trying to turn toward anything other than the farmer in front of him. As if reading his mind, Bonnie turned over her shoulder to shoot him a lopsided grin.
“Thanks, doc, I definitely feel more stretched out.” She whispered. He was glad she immediately turned back around. He let out a breath he realized he hadn’t been holding.
…
Bonnie really hoped that Harvey wasn’t predisposed to a heart condition, because, for Yoba’s sake, she had to do something to force that man's hand. Of course, she could just tell him how she felt. There was an emotionally honest and healthy way of dealing with such a matter. But maybe she was a bit of a coward as well. Or maybe this was hotter. It depended on what lie she was telling herself that day. She knew on some level the doctor liked her; maybe she was just a little insecure about how much or in what way. Maybe it was more of a personality match. The game of cowards, cat and mouse, was hot for her at least
The week before she had found Harvey at his dance calisthenics class, she had been the one to make an ass of herself. At her first checkup with him, just weeks after moving to town, she had been so critically uncool that Bonnie had convinced herself that it had ruined any chance of a relationship with the Doctor. This second appointment, then, was the perfect chance to mess up their blossoming friendship once again.
There was a flu in town, and everyone got it, well, not everyone, but about half the town did, and Harvey was slammed. So slammed in fact he forgot about Bonnie’s appointment, so when she showed up, he asked, with begging eyes, if she could come back after hours for her check-up. For her part, she had just tried to get out of it, which had earned a sharp admonishment.
So there she sat, in a dark and empty doctor's office on the paper-covered table as Harvey examined her. And fuck, for a man at his wits' end, he looked almost seductive. His usual anxiously put-together outfit was disheveled, sleeves rolled to display his forearms flexing with every move. She’d never seen anything below his shirt collar, all skin carefully obscured in a professional and poised image. However, the top few buttons of his shirt were undone, letting a dense patch of hair spill out from the deep V of his undershirt. His forearms were similarly dusted with auburn curls that made her stomach clench.
Caught in her own thoughts, she was disrupted as he leaned over her to grab something from a drawer in the table, unaware that he was pressing himself so close to her. Nothing could make her tell him. Yoba he was warm, the smell of cologne, the coffee she had brought him, and rubbing alcohol, making her breath stutter. She wanted to pull him down on top of her just to see what he would do. Would he push her off of him, wide-eyed and ranting on doctor-patient ethics? Or would he immediately give in? Bonnie felt the metal of his zipper rub against hers; the friction would be enough to get her off for months, but Harvey, the benevolent practitioner he was, decided to give her more.
On some level, she felt she should tell him; it almost felt like she was taking advantage of his hazy, overworked state. On the other hand- Harvey mumbled some curse and switched sides, firmly positioning himself between her legs, more insistently pushing himself into her. Bonibelle had always had somewhat of a thing for what kids would call dad bods. Alright, sue her, she liked guys of all body types, but fuck, she liked one with a stomach, one she could grab onto. Harvey fit her specifications. With flying colors. She saw sparks as he basically ground his stomach into her, completely unaware. She let her eyes flutter closed, thinking of having him on that very table, on his back, panting and groaning as she rode him. She imagined grinding her clit against his stomach. Fuck she bet he had a nice cock. She could just grind down on him, working herself up and up and-
“Ugh, I’ll just order more.” Harvey groaned, pulling back. He looked at Bonnie, confusion on his face. “Are you okay?”
“Yes!” She cleared her throat. “Sorry, I uh was just thinking about something super embarrassing I did earlier.”
“Oh, well, don’t worry, I am the king of being embarrassing. So you’re in a good company. Anyways, I can’t find the covers for the ear thermometer, so you’re just going to have to promise me you don’t have a fever, okay?”
Bonnie laughed. “Can’t you just use the back of your hand?”
“Does that sound medical to you?” He shot her a look that was meant to be condescending, but it didn’t help how wet she already was.
She shrugged, slipping off the table. Harvey was already looking at paperwork on the counter behind her; she couldn’t help but steal another look. She once had a fox come onto the farm to kill several chickens. It kept coming back. Foxes are smart and will keep going where they know food is plentiful. They can sense a trap from a mile away. Eventually, Bonnie sat in the hen house waiting, snare in hand, and she caught the fox.
…
As soon as class ended, Harvey was going to escape. He would make up an excuse- an emergency, well, maybe not an emergency, but an appointment that he had to keep. Polite goodbyes, and then he would be free to use every scrap of material he collected during that class. After that, however, never again. That was the proper, gentlemanly thing to do. No matter how much it made his balls ache. By some miracle, he had managed to tuck himself into the waistband of his shorts, thanking his past self for not wearing anything tighter. It didn’t help to make him feel like any less of a pervert, and as Caroline led them through their last breath, he braced himself for his escape.
“Harvey?” Bonnie’s voice made his gut clench; she even sounded pretty. He looked up, smiling at her. “Can I come up for some water? And fruit if you’ve got it.”
He wanted to tell her no, tell her to buy some from the literal grocery store they were standing in. What he needed to do was go lie in his bed and jerk off till he went blind.
“Of course, I think I have a few oranges you brought by the other week. Not to offer you your own fruit.”
“I wasn’t expecting apples, don’t worry.” She shot back laughing. They rolled up their mats in silence, and she followed him out of the general store, the few short steps to his office.
“Why would I not have apples?” He would excuse himself to the bathroom, just quickly get one off and be done with it; he could live with that shame.
“You know, an apple a day-” She started.
He turned the key, lights dark, halls silent.
“Ah, yes, I see.”
“You okay, Harvey?” Her voice was too damn sweet, the image of her ass spread in front of him flooding his mind in comparison.
“Yes, sorry. I suppose I am just too zenned out.” He tried to joke. They made it up to the apartment, and he quickly turned the key. It felt like a breath of fresh air. He opened his mouth to excuse himself, but Bonnie, however, had a different plan.
“Doc?” He whipped his head around to see her reaching up into the cabinet. Harvey, being a fairly tall man and an almost eternal bachelor, kept his glasses on the top shelf. Desperately, she was reaching for one of the cups but couldn’t reach it, practically bending over the counter. Harvey could feel his cock throbbing at the sight. Bonnie’s shirt rode up a little bit, exposing the soft flesh of her stomach. “Little help?” She laughed.
“Sorry.” He groaned, unsure if it was frustration or desire.
“You really have to stop apologizing, doc.” Bonnie laughed. She stopped reaching but stayed in the same position, forcing Harvey to be flush with her to grab a glass.
The doctor told himself that he could handle it; truly, it was a normal bodily reaction. If he just angled his hips right there was no reason he had to even touch her-
Fuck. Shit. There was no way Harvey could stop himself; he let his hips come up against Bonnie’s ass with what he regrettably felt was a whimper.
“Harvey?” He wanted to say it was innocent, but her voice betrayed her. Just the sound of his name on her lips was so full of lust that he had to consider that she was doing this on purpose. He gripped the side of the cabinet so hard his knuckles went white. There was a chance he would rip the cabinet door straight from the hinges.
For once in his fearful, cowardly life, he let himself have it.
“Bonnie.” He moaned low and greedily into her ear. Panting, rubbing his clothed erection against her ass. “Just like that, Bonnie.” Harvey had her pinned against the counter, forcing her into it with every thrust. His cock was now eagerly trying to fuck through all the layers between him and her cunt.
“Oh, Harvey fuck, you’re-“ Bonnie groaned, “eager.”
“I promise I’m such a fucking gentleman, but those pants make your ass look so nice, and I was just going to jerk off-“ he moaned into Bonnie’s ear, his hands leaving the cabinets to finally grope at her chest.
“I want to make you come in your pants, Harvey.” Bonnie pushed her ass back, wiggling into his crotch.
“Get on the floor and into child’s pose again.” He half commanded, half begged. Harvey’s mind was stuck between tying Bonnie up and using her or giving her absolutely everything she has absolutely ever wanted.
She did it so easily that he became resolute in the first option.
“What, did you like this earlier?” Bonnie laughed softly.
He was on top of her, groaning, hands firmly on her hips. Bonnie knew that the doctor was taller than her, but he basically engulfed her, his heft compacting her. Harvey rutted against her ass like he was fucking her, like he was trying to knock her up, harsh deep thrusts that made both of them moan.
“Harder, Harvey, Yoba. You’re so fucking cute in your little workout shorts. I can’t believe my pants drove you this crazy.” Bonnie wasn’t unaffected in the slightest. The position Harvey had her in ground her clit against her calves with each thrust, the soft material of her yoga pants completely soaked through. She could probably come like this. Fuck she might come like this, without being even touched, just from the doctor rubbing his clothed cock against her ass.
“It’s not just your pants,” He huffed, “you’re so- so stunning, Bonnie. Your ass and thighs and tits, and Yoba, I shouldn’t be objectifying you like this. I shouldn’t see you and think about how good it would feel to lube up your tits and fuck them till I blow my load on the prettiest face I’ve ever seen. I’ve come thinking of just your hips alone.”
“Holy fuck.” Bonnie moaned, stomach clenching. She had caught her fox in the snare, its teeth nashing and claws sharp. However, what she hadn’t counted on was the fact that the fox was going to eat her alive. “Harvey, I’m going to come.”
“Oh my- I, m’going to fuck the shit out of, Yoba, coming Bonnie, coming sweetheart. Coming in my pants just for you. Take it, take it, take it-“ He slammed his hips into her, grinding his cock against her ass as Bonnie whined. She worked her clit eagerly, trying to garner as much friction as possible to draw out her orgasm.
Without missing a beat, he hungrily began stripping her. Large hands eagerly groped at Bonnie’s flesh, seemingly unable to believe that they had been granted access.
“Harvey, I want you so bad, you’re so hot. I can’t-“ Bonnie began to babble, needing more, needing it now, for him to understand. However, she felt the warm, wet intrusion of the doctor's tongue being forced into her cunt. Skilled hand held her legs spread as he fucked her hole open with his tongue, making her scream. Pulling out briefly, he sucked hungrily at her clit, before fucking back into her. She couldn’t help but fuck back against his face.
“I just came, I’m too sensitive, I can’t-“
He pulled away, “You can, I know you can.” He laughed. “I have a medical degree, sweetheart, you don’t think I know what I can make your body do?” He dove back in with one of his hands, leaving her thigh to rhythmically massage her clit. Bonnie didn’t even know you could be tongue fucked, but quickly she knew you could come from it, her hands scrambling to grab at Harvey’s loose curls as she rode out her second orgasm against his face. He barely gave her a moment to breathe, taking advantage of her fucked our state to force her onto her back, the cool wood a soothing balm. For a split second, Bonnie was worried that she was too far gone, that the lust she felt was at a simmer. But now, seeing the doctor looming over her, hair disheveled, mustache wet from her orgasm, eyes predatory, she thought she could probably come at least three more times.
“At my check-up the other week, I almost came because you pressed your stomach against me.” Bonnie felt compelled to admit, eyes wide.
Harvey cocked his head, shaking it slightly. “My… beer belly?” He said it derogatorily.
“Don’t say it like that!” Bonnie squeaked, going red. “I just like you’re… shape. Since you admitted you liked mine. A lot.” There was another moment of silence, like Harvey still wouldn’t believe her. “Every night this week, I’ve used a pillow to get off fantasizing it was your thigh.”
Harvey turned so red that Bonnie worried for a moment that he had stopped breathing. “My thigh I-“
“Sometimes I can’t help myself, Harvey and I have to stuff myself with plastic and-“
“Why are you sharing this!” Harvey squealed.
“You seemed like you needed convincing of your hotness!”
“I am a slightly overweight, anxious doctor in his 30s with a very beautiful woman under me; I’d like to focus on you.”
The farmer rolled her eyes and managed to wriggle out of her shirt and sports bra, finally leaving her completely nude under him. Her hands found their way to her breasts, pushing and playing with them in an extremely appetizing manner.
“But I want to focus on you, Harvey. I want to make your cock twitch thinking of how many times I've begged for you to fuck me into the mattress when you weren’t even in the room.”
“Bonnie sweetie, you’re killing me.” His hips were rocking up against her again, slick strands catching on the fabric of his shorts.
“I think you’re bigger than any toy I have.” She let one of her hands move to the front of his shorts, finally pulling the fabric down. The doctor's prick was much nicer than she could have fantasized, long and thick, curving up toward his belly button. The same dense auburn hair that covered the rest of his body trailed down his stomach and around his cock, already sticky from his first load shot into his boxers. Lightly, the farmer traced two fingers up his shaft, forcing an involuntary spurt of precum to shoot out of the tip that made both of them groan. Harvey bit his lip and then licked them.
“Am I bigger than your toys, sweetheart?”
“Much bigger.” She nodded, still entranced.
“Are you going to let me stretch your hole on the floor like a slut? Right now? Because I need it bad, really bad sugar.” He took himself in hand, thumb firmly stroking over his tip. A grin that had no right to be that unbelievably sexy, found its way to his face, “I know as your doctor I should advocate for safe sex, but I am clean and I really need to feel you.”
“Please, Harvey,” Bonnie begged softly. She was trying to angle her hips up, mindlessly pinching at her nipples, the pleasure making the wait more unbearable. He indulged her ever so slightly, leaning forward so that their torsos pressed against one another, the tip of him now pressing insistently into her slick.
Harvey’s mustache brushed up her neck, the dense bristles making her gasp before he finally settled at her ear. “As your doctor, I also know that it would take a hell of a lot of trying to get you pregnant, so I think it’s safe for me to pump this load as deep as you can take it.”
“Sounds like quitter talk.” Bonnie laughed breathlessly.
In a blur of motion, one skilled hand guided his cock into her cunt, the other cradling the back of her skull, smashing their mouths together finally. Slippery and sweet, their mouths worked against one another as they realized even with all the prep, Harvey was still too big.
“All your girlfriends have this problem?” Bonnie half moaned against his lips, urging her body to relax as he slid deeper.
“Haven’t ever had a girlfriend, haven’t had sex since med school,” Harvey admitted, panting. “You're taking me so well, can you turn your head?” She looked into his eyes quizzically, but did as she was told. “Good girl, spit on my fingers.”
She spat on the two fingers in front of her mouth, turning back to the doctor's eager tongue. He still tasted like her, his mustache wet with her cunt. Those slick fingers found the point where they met soon enough, gently massaging the lubricant into her aching hole. As if that was all she needed, they groaned in tandem as Harvey slid all the way in, hilting himself fully.
“You’ve been keeping this all to yourself?” The farmer gave him an experimental squeeze, forcing her walls to tighten around his length.
“Don’t do that, Bonnibelle.” He gritted out, grinning. A few stray curls had fallen in front of his glasses.
She wrapped her legs around his hips, savoring the slight shift of him inside of her. The blunt tip of his dick now pressed insistently against a point that made everything go hazy.
“I thought you wanted to stretch my slutty hole, doctor?” He was still wearing a ratty t-shirt from a band of days gone by, but her hand had found its way under, lovingly groping at his side and back.
Harvey started to move, soft humps in and out of her now over slick cunt, making the floor squeak beneath them. She could feel him hit her cervix, filling her to the brim with each thrust. Sloppier and sloppier until he was bracing himself above her, one hand next to her head and the other on her hip, and he slammed his cock into her, forcing a sob from her lungs each time.
“That’s what you were begging for, honey, take it like a good girl.” He moaned, his movements erratic. “So wet just for me, I bet I could make you squirt on my cock, couldn’t I? Oh Bonnie, you’re so pretty like this, better than I ever imagined.”
“Take off your shirt, let me see you, Harv,” Bonnie begged. She was so close, she just needed a little more. He didn’t put up a fight, leaning back to quickly pull off the rag and sit back on his knees, fucking into her harder now with full control of her hips. Like this, in control, looming over her, lips pulled up in a sneer, Bonnie would have given Harvey anything, including another orgasm ripping through her body.
“Ugh, Bonnibelle, I didn’t think you could get any tighter on me.” His hips slowed, rocking slowly and deeply. “Gorgeous, divine, radiant.” He grunted, fingers kneading into her hips, “Sweetheart, I’m going to come, can’t believe I’m going to shoot a hot load into this tight hole. Yoba Bonnie, tell me you want it.”
“Please, baby, bet it feels so much better pumping your cum into me than your fist. Need it so bad, come for me, Harvey, fill me, fill me, fill me!” Bonnie’s hitching, keening moans sent him over, his movements stopping entirely.
She felt his cock pulsing deep inside of her, hot cum filling her cunt as his nails dug into her flesh. “Take my cum so well, take it like you’re meant for it. Meant for my cock. M’going to do so many perverted things to you.”
Harvey leaned down to rest his head against Bonnie’s, pressing a gentle kiss to her nose, still panting. She grinned, hands gently playing with the sweaty mess of hair atop his head. She pressed a soft kiss to his lips, mostly his mustache.
“You’ve never had a girlfriend?”
“Not even an awkward middle school one.” He shook his head against hers, grinning.
“That’s ridiculous.” Bonnie huffed.
“Did you wear those pants on purpose?”
“The yoga pants? To yoga? I don’t think you have to be a great detective to find that one out.” She laughed. Harvey sat back, groaning and rubbing his back. “I did. I had hoped you would like how they looked. Did you?”
He nodded eagerly, rubbing his neck. “Sorry if I was a bit-”
Bonnie sat up on her elbows, cutting him off in his tracks. “Harvey, come on, that was like the best sex ever. Also, I have a total debilitating crush on you, so that was my wildest fantasy come true.”
“You have a crush on me?”
“Harvey, what do you think is going on here?” The farmer’s eyebrows knit together in confusion. Harvey looked equally confused. “I want to date you. Permanently. As a thing. A thing of being in love.”
“With me?”
“Did you actually graduate from medical school? I’m genuinely beginning to worry for my medical care doc.” Bonnie laughed. “Yes, with you. I want to be your girlfriend.”
He blinked, readjusting his glasses upon his nose. “I would like that a lot.”
“Can we get off the floor? I think I’ve given myself arthritis.” Bonnie grinned.
“I don’t think you can do that.”
“And I don’t think you have a real medical degree.” Bonnie very gratefully took the doctor’s hand and allowed herself to be pulled from the floor and into his scowl. He grumbled something further before laughing into her hair. She supposed that when you found out someone’s secret, you really didn’t have the right to judge them about it. Or maybe, Bonnie thought with a soft giggle, Harvey was just a strange guy.