(Fantastic prompt! Younger man / older woman is one of my favorite scenarios and I especially like the 'clinical' flavor that the scene seems to start out in.)
Nathan is a freshman and the heartbreak is so thick you can cut through it with a knife when he arrives. Tall and lean, he's more 'wiry' than muscled, with a crop of chestnut brown hair than hangs to his ears and a pair of hazel eyes that are perpetually on the brink of tears. There’s a patch of brown hair concealing what might be a very masculine squared chin. His skin is reasonably tanned for the amount of time he spends running but it is, of course, uneven and a little blotchy. Judging by his attire, Nate has no idea how to package himself – baggy jeans, white sneakers, green t-shirt and a black jacket. He’s about as ‘stylish’ as a wet mop.
Still, a haircut and makeover could kick this kid into stud territory. It’s a shame his already low self-esteem is beyond the gutter.
Nathan was a walk-on to the University track team when their 800 meter future silver medalist dropped them to start training for the Olympics. Things like that have happened to him his whole life - someone was always better at the things he was good at and any chance he did get to show his stuff ended in stolen thunder. The dresser in the old bedroom back home was littered with second place ribbons and runner up medals, along with the letter from his high school counselor saying he ‘just missed’ the honor roll senior year.
Cue the Ex – she was filled with so much venom it’s a shock she didn’t have bright red and green spots on her face. Usually nature warns you when something is filled with poison.
She conquered Nathan for fun, snagged his ‘V-Card’ like a cutpurse while the boy was too drunk to remember, and when she saw what he was packing? That was the nail in the coffin. Her name was Veronica and that night she made a promise to herself to railroad the sheepish boy into a one-sided relationship.
It was only 8 months but in college years, that’s pretty impressive. And every day of those 8 months was wrought with put downs, cut ups, cheap shots and plain old fashioned bitchery. She made sure he never knew his potential dangling between the knees – as far as Nate knows, the only reason she fucked him at all was out of pity and that what he had wouldn’t satisfy any other woman anywhere, ever.
To boot, apparently stamina is also his thing, and Nathan became acutely aware of the ‘womans experience’ of not getting to come during sex more often than not. Veronica would ride him until she was done and feign a headache two thirds of the time.
Before this gets even more wall of text-y, I’ll try to sign off here. Ideally, I’d love to see Nathan grow into the confident dominant guy he was born to be as Dr. McSizequeen goes from professional doctor to dick-addicted adoration. Happy to make this long term if we gel – A guy like Nathan would really blossom under the Doc’s tutelage!
Hope to hear back, cheers!