Dr. Carson stood in the doorway, his dark green eyes wide and the feelings of shock evident on his handsome face. He wore black trousers with well shined leather shoes. The sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up, but his blue and black striped tie was still neatly done around his collar. His massive muscular form was all too well amplified by his clothing and even under the circumstances Belle could not help but feel the lust well up in her as she looked at him.

For a long moment the two simply stared at each other until finally Dr. Carson spoke, "Belle? What...what are you doing?"

Belle's heart was pounding in her chest and the incinerating heat of embarrassment emanated from her cheeks. She took a long hard gulp as she tried to form words, but she knew that even the greatest liar in the world wouldn't be able to come up with a plausible excuse for what she was doing. Tears began to well up in her eyes as she finally spoke. "I'm so sorry Dr. Carson," she said as the tears started to roll down her cheeks, "I shouldn't be in here, and I shouldn't be touching your things or wearing your wife's dress, but I got curious and it's such a beautiful gown."

The look of surprise on the doctor's face faded to concern and he rushed to Belle's side taking her hand. "No, no Belle. I'm not angry I'm just...surprised. I never expected to come home and find the babysitter...I mean you Belle wearing Amber's wedding dress."

A soft smile came across Belle's face and her tears slowed as she sensed the kindness in Dr. Carson's voice and felt her hand being held by the Doctor's strong yet gentle grip. "I still shouldn't have come in here without you or Mrs. Carson's permission. I'm sorry."

The doctor brushed a lock of Belle's beautiful brown hair behind her ear. "You're forgiven. Boredom definitely drove me to do worse things when I was your age. There's no harm done." Dr. Carson smiled as his eyes swept up and down Belle's body, "I must say you look absolutely gorgeous wearing it."

The embarrassing feelings quickly faded although Belle's face stayed beat red when she realized that the doctor's gaze was lingering on her ample cleavage that was nearly spilling out of the dress. She took her hand back from him and wiped the tears from her eyes putting on a smile. "You really think so?"

Dr. Carson chuckled. "Belle I know so. You're truly..." He paused and rubbed his brow. "Well I guess I've just got to be honest and say you're one of the most beautiful young women I've ever met. I hope that doesn't make me sound creepy but it's true."

Belle's smile spread bigger than she ever thought was possible and she began to twist a lock of her long hair. "No. Dr. Carson that's not creepy at all. I'm so flattered."

"Belle please call me Derek," he responded. Moving past her he took a seat on the bed and motioned next to him. "Go ahead and take a seat. How is everything today? I didn't get the text from Amber about her mother until about an hour ago. There was a fairly important patient in this afternoon."

Belle nodded. "Yes Mrs. Carson told me. I'm so sorry to hear about your mother in law. I hope she's going to be alright." Belle brushed some of her hair over her shoulder as she sat down next to Derek on the bed. "Erin's doing great. I didn't tell her anything about her grandma. Figured that was a conversation you and your wife should probably have with her. I made her dinner and we played and watched some TV until I put her to bed."

Derek smiled. "Propriety would have me never wish calamity on anyone, but...between you and me my mother in law can be a piece of work sometimes." He chuckled.

Belle giggled, astonished that he would be so blunt.

"I'm sorry," Derek said, quickly straightening his face. "I hope she's alright too, but to be honest I kind of feel like this is just another problem I won't have time to deal with right now."

Belle's gaze became intent on Derek's handsome face. What kind of problems could such a perfect man be having? Everything in his life was wonderful so far as Belle could see. Any man would want to be him, and she knew all too well how any woman would wish to be his true love. "Is something else wrong?"

Derek sighed, "It probably isn't appropriate for me to say."

Belle knew that the appropriate response would be to say nothing more about the matter, thank him for not being angry about her intrusion into his bedroom, and then change back into her clothes and head home for the evening. To her surprise however, she felt a wave of concern wash over her and instead reached out to take Derek's hand. "Dr. Carson...I mean Derek. It's no trouble at all. I promise I can keep my mouth shut. If something is bothering you it might help if you talk about it."

Derek turned to Belle and looked straight into her eyes. As their gazes met Belle again felt the desire begin to well up inside her. Her core started to throb and her satin panties grew moist. Derek was a god, and just being in his presence made her quiver with lust.

"Thank you Belle," Derek finally said. "You know, you've been babysitting for Erin for the past three years. I've watched you grow into such a wonderful, beautiful woman and I've never really had the opportunity to thank you."

Belle nodded slowly, afraid that if she tried to answer him she'd blurt out an incoherent confession of just how attracted she was to him.

Derek turned from Belle's face and stared at their reflection in the mirror that sat opposite the bed. "Amber and I have been having some...disagreements lately. Don't get me wrong, she's a great woman but...I just feel like she's not the same person that I met my senior year of college."

Could it be? Derek and his wife were having marital problems? Of course any person with their head on straight would view this as a tragedy, but Belle couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement at the prospect that he was unsatisfied in his marriage. She'd dreamed about being with him for so long. "I...I'm sorry to hear that," Belle responded, trying to mask the inappropriate joy she felt.

Derek laughed. "It's not your fault Belle." Again he turned to look at her.

Belle saw the way his eyes thoroughly examined every inch of her and the arousal in her womanhood flared up again, this time much stronger.

"You know on our wedding day I told Amber that no woman could ever look more beautiful than her in that dress, but seeing you wearing it now. I couldn't have been more wrong."

Belle squeezed Derek's large hand in her own and she felt her heart leap into her throat. "I...I don't know what to say."

Much to Belle's surprise, Derek's other hand reached over from the other side of the bed and a second later they were holding each other's hands. "This is probably going to make me sound like an inconsiderate bastard Belle, but...somehow I feel like I can be honest with you. I dated quite a few women before Amber and I got married. Everything was moving so fast as I was heading to medical school and my parents were so convinced that it was the right time to tie the knot, but recently I've been wondering if I made the right choice...marrying her that is. Sometimes I wonder if there could be someone else out there that was meant for me."

Belle's pulse was throbbing so hard that she knew Derek could feel it just from holding her hands. "Do you...do you really think there could be?"

Derek said nothing. For a moment he simply stared again into Belle's eyes. His eyes then trailed down her neck and rested on her cleavage. "I think so. I've always loved your name Belle. When your parents gave you a name that means beauty, they couldn't possibly have known just how beautiful you would become."

The butterflies in Belle's stomach were starting to get restless. "Thank you. I've always thought that Derek seemed like a strong name. Fitting for someone who is completely flawless. Someone like you." As the words left her lips, Belle gasped. "I can't believe I just said that."

There was again silence as both Belle and Derek pondered the others words. It was impossible to deny the sparks flying between them. It was as though some invisible force of destiny was drawing them closer together, sitting there on the bed that Derek shared with his wife.

Finally Derek spoke, "I guess we probably shouldn't be having this conversation."

Belle was saddened but she nodded. They absolutely shouldn't. In what universe was it appropriate for a married man to be sharing his marital problems with a single woman, especially one that he was clearly attracted to? "I guess you're right."

"But," Derek said raising his eyebrows. "You did go through all the effort to wear Amber's wedding dress. I think I'd be remiss if I didn't ask such a beautiful lady in such a beautiful gown for a dance before she leaves."

Belle's eyes widened. "You're...you're asking me to dance?"

The doctor stood and placed his iPhone on the dresser. His finger swiped back and forth over the touch screen until a modern rendition of the song "All You Need is Love" began to play. "May I have this dance Belle?" he said, bowing slightly and extending his hand.

Belle thought she might faint. It was the very same song that she'd sang to Erin as a lullaby. She managed to stand despite the fact that her knees were wobbling and her legs felt like jelly. "Yes you may."

Derek smiled and took her hand in his placing the other around her back, resting it just above her butt. As they began to slow dance together, the same feeling that had first come upon her that day as she rode her bike to Eva's once again overpowered her. Her hormones were raging and they were telling her that Derek was the man she was supposed to be with. Any scolding thoughts of the inappropriateness of her attraction to a married man were completely gone.

As Derek twisted and twirled her, the folds of the beautiful dress flowed beautifully just as they were designed to. Belle swore she had to be dreaming. The moment was too perfect, but before she knew it, the song was already coming to an end.

As it came to an end, Derek dipped her low. His powerful arms were all that supported her and Belle loved the feeling of her body being completely entrusted to his.

As he raised her back onto her bare feet, Derek stroked her hair. "Belle." Her name simply hung there in the air for a moment. "That was wonderful. You're wonderful."

Belle thought she'd melt into a pile of steaming desire if she spent even one more moment with him. She tried to answer him but her lips only quivered.

Suddenly she felt Derek's hand slip slightly lower, resting against her butt. His powerful fingers gripped her butt cheeks and before she even realized what was happening his lips began to lower towards hers.

Belle closed her eyes as their mouths met in a passionate kiss. Being so much taller than her, Bell leaned her head completely back and wrapped her arms around Derek's rippling shoulders. His warm tongue parted her lips and their tongues began to meld together in an erotic dance.

Suddenly Belle felt as though she no longer had control over her body. Her hands acting as independent agents slid across Derek's shoulders and pulled at his tie, undoing it and sliding it out of his collar so that it dropped to the floor. They quickly found the top button of his shirt and in mere moments his shirt fell open.

Belle pulled back from the kiss and gazed upon Derek's torso. His massive pectorals were like boulders smoothed by the steady flow of a river and his abs were like bronzed cobblestones leading down to the forbidden gateway of his pelvis.

"Belle," Derek said, his breathing now intense almost to the point of panting.

"Derek," Belle squealed in response.

A moment later Belle felt Derek's hand creeping up the back of the wedding dress, his index finger and thumb gripping the zipper and slowly dragging it downwards.

Like a beautiful waterfall, the dress fell to the floor, pooling at Belle's feet and leaving her wearing nothing more than a satin pair of panties that were now completely soaked. Her huge breasts jiggled from the release of the tension and her bright pink nipples became taut pebbles under Derek's gaze.

Derek's eyes widened and a look of wonder lit up his face as he examined her. His strong hands rose to her breasts, and taking one in each hand he gently squeezed them. They were so soft, yet at the same time firm and perky to the touch. He began to move his fingers in a gentle massaging pattern making Belle let out a long and erotic moan.

"Belle," he said her name again but this time sounding like a five year old boy on Christmas morning. "Do you have any idea? Do you have any idea how often I've envisioned you naked? Now seeing you here...your body is more perfect than I ever could've imagined. I'm in the presence of a goddess!"

"Derek," Belle moaned her eyes rolling back into her head from the sheer pleasure of Derek's strong hands massaging her breasts. "From the first day I saw you I dreamed about you." Raising her hands to his shoulders she helped him out of his shirt. Within his trousers she could see his erection beginning to grow.

Derek smiled and pulled her bare chest against his own, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her so passionately that it could almost be defined as rough. His fingers reached the waistband of her panties and slipped them to the floor, leaving her completely naked. As they continued to kiss their hands explored every inch of the exposed skin on each other's bodies. Finally Derek pushed Belle back onto the bed and began to unbuckle his belt.

Belle opened her eyes and looked at Derek with anticipation. First his pants slipped to the ground. He wore a dark red pair of tight boxer shorts that now struggled to contain the massive bulge within. Belle could see the outline of his thick shaft and his enormous testes causing her to gasp. However, Derek suddenly stood still and simply looked Belle in the eye.

The only sound that filled the room was the pounding of Belle's heart until she finally spoke. "What are you waiting for?"

Derek smiled, "I just want to always be able to remember your reaction." Saying nothing more, his fingers dipped into the waistband of his boxers and a moment later he was completely naked.

Belle's eyes widened bigger than they ever had as they rested upon Derek's penis. It was huge! His thick shaft pulsated energy with every beat of his heart and as every second passed it grew bigger and harder. His balls hung proudly beneath his shaft like two eagle eggs in a thick nest of masculine hair. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed.

Derek crawled on top of the bed, hovering over Belle and looking into her eyes. "You like what you see my beautiful goddess?"

"I love!" Belle exclaimed. "You're huge! A gift from God to women."

Derek let out a loud laugh. "Perhaps, but right now I'm all yours."

Unable to control herself, Belle reached out and took his powerful shaft in her hand, wrapping her soft fingers around Derek's girth. She felt it pulsing with desire and a wave of new lust once again overcame her. With her other hand, she began to massage his testes, and leaning up from the bed she planted a kiss on its swollen head. A glistening drop of precum oozed out in response.

Derek's mouth descended onto Belle's globe-like breasts, suckling her nipples and treating every ounce of bare flesh with the stroke of his tongue.

By now Belle's womanhood throbbed so hard that she felt she would burst. Her juices dripped from her vagina, filling the air with the strong scent of her sexual arousal. "Derek!" she cried, "please!"

Derek smiled knowing that he could refuse her no longer. His muscular form pressed her body into the soft mattress of him and his wife's bed as his thick manhood parted her legs, the head pressing up against her slit. "Is this really what you want Belle? I would never want to force myself on you against your will."

Belle said nothing, only running her fingers through his hair and pulling his lips into contact with hers once more. With her answer now clear, Derek thrust his hips forward, the thick head of his penis penetrating her vagina.

Belle winced in pain as Derek's shaft slowly entered her. She felt her walls stretching to accommodate his size, its every pulse sending tremors through her body.

"Baby..." Derek whispered, his eyes tightly shut as though unable to process what was happening. "You're so tight. I...I love it."

Belle let out a long, hard moan as Derek finally filled her to the hilt. She felt his shaft swell within her, unable to believe that he could grow any harder. It seemed as though he filled her so tightly that he would never be able to move again. Still, Derek did move and as he did a wave of pleasure came crashing over her.

Derek's hips began to undulate in slow rhythmic thrusts and Belle's responded with him. "It feels so good!" she moaned, her body writhing beneath him.

"So good!" Derek grunted as the thrusts began to increase in speed and intensity.

Belle felt the pleasure in her building. Her walls squeezed Derek's penis more tightly with every thrust and the pleasure became too much to bear. Then finally it happened. That burst. That glorious release!

Belle was liberated as her orgasm shook her body. Her juices coated Derek's shaft allowing him to slide even deeper inside of her. "Derek!" she screamed as her nails dug into his muscular back.

"Belle!" Derek screamed in response, "Are you on...?" But before Derek could finish his question the pleasure became too much and his words faded into a cry of victory.

Belle felt his massive balls tighten against her butt and his penis become harder than a steel shaft. He erupted within her, every pulse of his manhood spraying wave after wave of his hot semen inside of her. She felt it fill her like a tidal wave crashing against the beach.

Finally Derek put his hands on either side of her head and pushed his body up. They both gasped for air as the sheer pleasure of their orgasms subsided. "Belle....Belle," he groaned, "that was everything I dreamed it would be."

Belle closed her eyes and threw her head back, her long chesnut hair sprawled out in every direction. "Yes it was!"

Derek lowered his body onto hers once more and stroked her cheek. "We can't deny our feelings for each other anymore can we? I love you Belle."

"I love you too! I love you Doctor Carson! I love you Derek! I've loved you from the moment I first saw you!"

Derek smiled, "How could I ever have imagined that the beautiful teenager on the pink bicycle that day would turn out to be the love of my life. Will you stay the night Belle?"

"Yes I will."

A/N

Well there it is. My first steamy short story? What did you guys think? As of right now, it's just gonna be a short, but I'm open to making it into a full blown novel depending on the kind of feedback I get.

In any case thanks for reading;)

-Amy

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