Christ, but how was I supposed to stand it?
It's bad enough when you want someone from afar, and when you see
them from time to time you get this longing in the pit of your stomach. But
when every day you are around someone who makes your stomach do
somersaults, it's enough to tax the sanity if any girl.
Yet there I was, day in, day out, faced with her. Trying so hard to
keep on top of my feelings, but it was becoming a bit of a nightmare.
Time here for a bit of background. I was a first year medical
student in London. I belonged to the 'work hard, play hard' school, which
means lots of essays and even more drunkenness. I did the whole dyke thing,
of course, who wouldn't in London? But I was always the type to never let
my heart have anything to do with what I was doing. A few one night stands,
nothing serious, just having some fun. Gradually working my way though the
lesbian population of Soho.
Until now. Isn't it always the way that you can go for months never
noticing someone, but then once you do, you never seem to stop running into
them? And I'd never fallen this hard before.
There I was, late on a Tuesday night, working away in the medical
library in a desperate attempt to get some such essay done in time for a
deadline. Big pile of textbooks next to me, and myself oblivious to all
around me, which wasn't a great deal anyway, most people had long called it
a night.
Suddenly a tap on my shoulder. I swing around, irritated at being
disturbed while my train of thought was working so well. And there she was,
I will never forget what I saw before me. The most beautiful face, with
perfectly proportioned features and a knowing look which, as I was to
discover, never went away. Her hair was a dark blonde, not unlike mine
though longer, with streaks that suggested recent highlights. Her eyes were
blue and very intense, although they readily smiled. Difficult to judge
when I was sitting down, but I thought slightly shorter than me, but with a
fabulous figure. I could see that even though she was well wrapped up - it
was cold out. I stared for a second, taken in by her, then remembered
myself and straightened up.
"Can I help you?" I stammered.
"Yeah," she replied, "It's just that you've got the last copy of
this," as she pointed to a book titled Functional Anatomy or something
similar, "and seeing as you don't seem to be using it I was wondering if I
could borrow it for five minutes."
"Er, sure, do," I said, worried that I was appearing all
flustered. I gave her the book, and she smiled, thanked me, and returned to
her desk. I turned back to my work, exhaled, and wondered what the hell
just happened to me. I tried to get back to my essay after that, but it
wasn't easy, and I kept glancing over my shoulder to look at
her. Fortunately she had her back to me.
Not long afterwards, she came back with the book. Again she took me
by surprise, although I think I did a little better that time. Already,
however, all I wanted to do was throw her down on the table and take her
right there and then. I suspect that may not have gone down too well with
anyone else though.
In the days following that encounter I kept running into her, in
lectures, seminars and the library. She was clearly in my year, and
whenever she was around I found my eyes following her, taking in her
beauty. Never before in my life had I had feelings like this for someone, I
found myself thinking of her when I shouldn't, and in ways that I
shouldn't. Being on the same course it was inevitable that we would have
friends, or friends-of-friends, in common, and I started to make some
enquiries. Within a few weeks I had learnt that her name was Kate, she was
from somewhere up north, single... but straight. Admittedly I had expected
nothing else, but there is always that hope.
I didn't really get to speak with her though. We would nod hello in
the corridors when we passed one another, occasionally stretching to a
'hi', but nothing more. It was driving me crazy, and I found myself
dreaming of her at night. I went out a few times during this time, and even
spent the night with a woman I'd met in a club. Normally, I would have had
a great time, after all, the sex itself was good, but I just wasn't really
bothered. It was then that I realized that I didn't want to have anymore
random one night stands, but that instead I had to have Kate.
So when I wandered into the med school cafe and saw her sitting
by herself I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity. I bought myself a
doughnut and a juice, and walked over to her.
"Anyone sitting here?" I asked.
"Huh?" she said, awaking from whatever daydream had been occupying
her, "Oh, hi. No, go ahead."
"Thanks," I said, and sat down opposite. "So..." I started, and
then realized I had very little to say.
She rescued me. "Have you done the essay for Professor White yet?"
Okay, it wasn't exciting, but it was better than an awkward silence.
"No," I replied, "but he doesn't want it until Monday so I've
plenty of time."
"Monday?" she said, "I thought it was Thursday."
"I hope not," I said, "I can't do it before then. Hang on, how did
you know he was my tutor?"
"I've seen you go in to see him after me sometimes." She
paused. "I'm sorry," she finally said, "it sounds silly, but I have no idea
what your name is."
"Rebecca," I answered.
"I'm Kate," she said. This improved things. I said I knew, she
asked how, I said we had friends in common, and suddenly we seemed to find
common ground. Before I knew it, we were chatting away like a pair of old
friends. Eventually she said she had to go, and I said goodbye, but at last
the ice had been broken.
We had several more canteen meetings like that, and in each one I
felt I got to know her a little better. I was delighted to discover that
her beauty was not her be all and end all of her, and very soon we had what
I would call a real friendship. She knew I was gay, it was common knowledge
as I never tried to hide it, but never showed any inkling of knowing how I
felt.

One morning, after a particularly mind numbing lecture I passed her
as we all left the lecture theatre. "That was painful," I said.
"Oh yes," she agreed, "and of course, you just know that'll come up
in the exam."
"I've got an essay to do this afternoon too," I added, "I'm going
to need a drink tonight."
"Let's have one then," she suggested. This took me aback. All our
encounters had been in the safe environment of the canteen or the med
school, now she wanted a drink? But my brain worked quickly, this was too
good to pass up.
"I'm too knackered to go out," I said, "I've got a bottle of wine
in my room, why don't you come by tonight and help me drink it."
"Sure," she said, smiled, and went on her way.
Well, any thoughts of getting the essay done went to pieces then. I
spent the entire afternoon in a state, desperately trying to make my room
presentable while at the same time deciding what to wear. I wanted to look
good without appearing to have gone to any special trouble. In the back of
my mind I knew it was silly, the girl was straight for heaven's sake, but I
still wanted to make a good impression. In the end I opted for a tight
sleeveless top and my favourite (if far too big for me) jeans - I'm sure I
could have done better, but I figured I'd make a better impression if I was
more comfortable.
Afternoon turned to evening, and my pulse started to race with
nerves. Still no sign of her. I threw on the TV, tried to read a magazine,
I couldn't settle. Finally, a knock on the door. "It's open," I called.
The door opened and Kate walked in, looking stunning as usual. I
greeted her, trying not to let my nerves show, and poured two glasses from
the bottle of red I had standing on my desk. We got chatting, as usual, and
soon my nerves had all but gone away. The TV was still on in the
background, there was some American drama on, but I wasn't paying it any
real attention.
One of the women on the show caught my eye though (hey, I could
still appreciate an attractive woman even if I was only focused on one) and
I voiced my opinion of her. Nothing unusual there. But Kate's reaction
completely threw me.
"I couldn't agree more," she said.
I looked at her. "What?" I spluttered.
"I said I agree with you," she said.
There was a pause. "Are you trying to tell me something?" I asked.
"Oh, come on," she said, "like you hadn't guessed."
"Guessed what? You're gay?" Oh God, I thought. Composure, where are
you?
Kate lowered her voice. "Yeah, but no-one here knows. I like to
keep it like that."
"Christ," I said, "I thought you were straight. I mean, I had no
idea... it's just... oh dear, I'm not helping, am I?"
She half-laughed. "I thought you of all people would be the least
shocked."
"I'm just... surprised. Are you... with anyone?"
"No." she said. "I was. Back at home, there were one or two. But
not right now."
I thought I would melt. I reached for the bottle of wine and
refilled her glass, then my own. She was sitting on my bed, leaning against
the wall, about a foot away from me. She'd had a good three glasses of wine
by now, and I got up to get another bottle that I started to uncork.
"That's one of the reasons I came here tonight," she continued as I
peeled away the foil, "It gets to the point where I need to tell someone,
you know?"
I nodded. "One of the reasons?" I asked?
"Well, that and the fact that I get to admire your ass when you
have your back to me like that."
I turned around to face her, suddenly feeling very self-conscious,
while at the same time quietly euphoric. Even so, I knew why she was
uninhibited all of a sudden. "You're pissed," I told her.
"Probably," she said, "now come and sit back down."
I left the bottle to stand and sat myself down again next to
her. As I leant back, she repositioned herself so that she was ever so
slightly leaning over me. Before I could say anything her she took my face
in her hands and her lips met mine in the most tentative of kisses. I
pulled back slightly, taken completely aback, but she looked me in the eyes
and I knew then that she meant it. The quiet euphoria I had been feeling
turned into total and utter delight and I kissed her again. Her lips were
so soft; I could have kissed them forever. Opening my mouth slightly, I
probed her lips with my tongue and was rewarded with her tongue making its
way into my mouth. The passion between us began to grow as our tongues
began a dance so sweet, exploring one another with the wonder only found in
a first kiss.
I don't know how long that kiss lasted, we were lost in the moment,
but after some time I pulled away and began to kiss her neck. Kate
obligingly threw her head back, giving me access to all of her neck, and I
hungrily ran my tongue over it, tracing the line of her
windpipe. Simultaneously I undid the top button of her shirt, then stopped,
for fear of appearing too forward. No need to worry though, as she placed
her hands on my waistline and started to run them over my stomach under my
untucked top, her fingertips slowly working their way upwards towards my
breasts. Her touch felt like electricity over my skin and I felt my nipples
staring to harden in anticipation. I kissed her again, practically seizing
her lips with my own and plunging my tongue into the moist depths of her
mouth. I resumed my work on the buttons on her shirt, and before long it
was hanging open. Still kissing her deeply, I pushed the shirt back over
her shoulders, and unhooked her bra, pulling back to let it fall away.
Her newly freed breasts were now before me, and so struck was I by
them that I just gazed for a second or two, perhaps longer, I don't
know. She smiled as I looked on; no doubt delighted by the way I was in awe
of her body. Finally I tilted my head and again caressed the side of her
neck with my lips, but this time I worked my way downward. Kate moaned
quietly as I started to play her breasts with my tongue, exploring all of
them, kissing them, licking and occasionally gently nipping her skin. All
the while I was deliberately avoiding her pink nipples, which were standing
to attention so well; she would wait a little for that pleasure. Instead my
head went down between her breasts and I began to pay the same attention to
her firmly toned stomach. She was beneath me now, and I could tell by the
sounds she made that she was highly frustrated by my passing over her
nipples. At last I took pity on her and took her left nipple into my mouth
with the gentlest of suctions. However, she was still thrusting her breast
at me, so I sucked harder, deeper, I could almost feel her nipple grow in
my mouth as she let out a more satisfied groan.
I began to run my fingertips along her thigh, rucking up her skirt
in the process and causing her to part her legs a little. I could tell from
the aroma that she was wet, and that thought made my own juices start to
flow. I thought about all those fantasies I'd had about her before now,
like the time that I so desperately wanted to make love to her in the
library, and I also thought of all the times in the last few weeks when I'd
been touching myself while my head was filled with images of her. All that
time I'd wanted to have her in my bed like this, and now I did. I turned my
attention to her other nipple, all the while looking her right in the
eyes. The look on her face was one of raw lust, and how badly I wanted to
feel her climax beneath me, screaming out my name - I could hardly wait any
longer. I undid her skirt from behind, then pulled it down, tearing away
her knickers in the process, leaving her naked body sprawled out on my bed.
Not breaking eye contact my mouth started its decent. I started to
kiss the inside of her thighs, every breath filling my lungs with her
musky, womanly scent. I could see now how wet she was, her pussy was
glistening. Covering it was a fine coat of hair, darker than that on her
head - I started to question in my head her credentials as a true
blonde... but now was not the time.
I could contain myself no longer; I had to have her. I ran the tip
of my tongue over her pussy lips so lightly, so that she could only just
feel it, and I felt her body tense up, then relax. I probed a little
deeper, savouring her taste - so familiar yet unique to her at the same
time. Running my tongue up the length of her pussy, I came across her clit,
which was so hard and clearly enlarged. Every time I touched it, she would
moan a little louder, and I remained here for a time, toying with her,
teasing her. After a while, though, I felt the need to go deeper, so I move
my tongue downwards and found her opening. I could tell by the way she was
writhing about that she wanted me to enter her, and who was I to let her
down? I slid my tongue into her pussy, as far as it would go, and licked
her from the inside. She was filling my mouth with her hot juices, and I
found myself not being able to get enough of the taste of her. However I
could sense that she needed more than just my tongue filling her, so I
returned my mouth to her clit and instead slipped first one, then two, then
three fingers inside her.
Well, that did it. She began squirming franticly as my fingers
rhythmically plunged in and out of her. I made a seal around her clit and
started to suck on it, and as I did this I felt her entire body begin to
contract. Clearly she was reaching her orgasm, and she started crying out
louder:
"Oh, God, yes, that's it... oh yeeeaaahhhhh, that's sooo
goooooood... ohmigod I'm gonna come... yeeeeeeessssssssss!
YEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS! AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH!" I continued to work her until the
bucking and the screaming subsided. I looked up and saw that she was
panting hard, and as I did she looked at me and smiled. "That was
amazing. So good. Come here and hold me."
I eased my fingers out of her pussy; they were coated with her
juices, so I licked each of them clean, enjoying every last drop of her
wonderful wetness. Then I raised myself up on my arms and moved up the bed
to join her. When our heads were level she grabbed mine and pulled it to
hers, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. Then she collapsed back onto the
bed as I lay down besides her, and she shuffled into my arms. We remained
like that for a time, and I held her so tight, something I had never really
bothered to do with any of my previous lovers. From time to time I kissed
the top of her head or her forehead, and I felt a deep sense of well being.
After some time, Kate turned to me and kissed me again. "You are so
gorgeous," she said.
"What about you?" I replied, "Do you have any idea how much trouble
you have caused me recently?"
"How so?" she asked.
"Do you remember when you borrowed that book from me in the
library?"
"Sure, why?"
"Well, ever since then I've been crazy about you," I went on, "Only
I thought It was useless."
She smiled again. "Really? Wow." She paused. "I thought you weren't
too bad yourself."
I blushed as she nuzzled herself against my neck, then she looked
down at the rest of me.
"This will never do, you know."
"What," I asked, terrified that I had committed some awful faux
pas.
"You are still dressed," she said with a wry smile, "and that is
clearly wrong."
"So what are you gonna do about it then?" I asked.
"This," she replied, turning to kiss me again. Once more I felt
myself drowning in her, as I wrapped my arms around her neck, trying to
pull her closer to me than was possible. As she kissed me from above I felt
her hands venture downward and start to undo my belt. All my senses were
fine tuned as she undid my jeans and pulled them and my underwear down. I
knew I was wet, and for some reason my legs were very willing to open. I
sat up and took my top off, and now I, too, was naked. Kate looked me up
and down, then smiled, and started to run her tongue down my neck, then
onto my breasts. My nipples were so hard, and I gasped when her tongue
passed over one of them.
As she paid attention to my breasts with her mouth, I could feel
her stoking my inner thigh with her fingers, each stroke going a little
higher than the last. Eventually she reached my now soaking pussy, and I
felt all my muscles clench as she ever so lightly started to caress my
clit.
"Stop," I said, suddenly, and she looked alarmed, but when she saw
the dirty expression on my face she appeared less worried. I've always been
more of a giver than a taker, and never allowed myself to be taken unless
I've had a good few goes myself first. I reached under my bed and pulled
out a large shoebox, my 'box of tricks' if you will. She immediately picked
up on how my mind was working and appeared delighted. I opened the box, and
took out an ample sized purple dildo (not for me, these 'super realistic'
ones - if I wanted to be involved with actual penises, I'd be straight.)
and a leather harness. I rummaged around a little more and found another
dildo, and then looked back at Kate who wore an expression of glee.
"One thing you have to know about me," I said as I put on the
harness and slid the second dildo into myself, with a gasp, "is that I'm a
very generous person. And I'm not done with you yet."
"I can live with that," said Kate as she gazed at the purple dildo,
which was now in place perpendicular to my body. Then she pushed me back
down onto the bed, so that I was on my back and she was straddling my
stomach.
I could see that she was going to be in charge here, but as I was
still getting to have my wicked way, I wasn't complaining. Her pussy was
just above me and I could feel her moisture on my stomach. I was so getting
off on the view of this gorgeous woman naked above me, then to my delight
she shuffled back a few inches and lowered herself onto my waiting
shaft. The dildo must have been some eight or nine inches, and the whole
thing disappeared into her. She let out a long moan as it filled her, then
looked down at me. I gave a little thrust and she moaned again, before
raising herself two thirds of the way up again. Then she sank down as
before, and continued this rhythm, all the time getting a little faster and
a little harder. I could sense how close she was getting to orgasm, and I
reached forward and massaged her throbbing clit while she rode me so well,
all the time her moaning becoming louder and louder - I was thankful that
most of my corridor had gone out tonight. Finally she leant back and with
one last thrust I buried the dildo inside her as she came, almost yelling
the place down. There were beads of sweat on her forehead, and her whole
body was stiff as the sounds subsided and she silently screamed.
When she came back down to earth I was grinning up at her as she
panted. She still had the dildo inside her and as I sat up to put my arms
around her she moaned again, ever so softly. "Don't tell me there's more
in the pot," I said, eyes wide. "Why don't you find out?" she replied,
with and expression that said 'take me again' so blatantly. This girl
amazed me - personally I have never been able to come more than once - or
twice very occasionally - in quick succession, yet here she was, obviously
demanding more. Well, who was I to deny her?
"You're incredible," I managed to say between kisses. Keeping
myself inside her, I manouvered the pair of us so that she was beneath
me. I kissed her again, exploring her mouth once more, before raising
myself up on my arms. This must have altered the angle of the dildo inside
her because she squirmed with delight. Then I eased myself out of her a
little, and she looked disappointed, but I reassured her that there was a
reason for this. I lifted one of her thighs and bent down a little so that
I could get her knee over my shoulder, then did the same with the other
leg, before thrusting into her once again. She very nearly came there and
then. "Oh my God," she gasped, "you are so deep inside me, I feel so full I
can't believe it."
I was right up to the hilt in her, and I started to make slow
thrusting motions, and I could see very quickly that she was starting to
lose control. I too was having difficulties, as every time I pushed into
her it affected the dildo that was inside my pussy. She started making more
and more noise as I increased the intensity of my motions, and I realized
that the incoherent sounds were her repeating my name over and over.
I drove into her open pussy so hard now, and again she was coming,
losing control of herself. She was bucking on the bed, and it was hard work
keeping up with her, but I did. Inside my own pussy I could feel the
movement of the second dildo, and while is wasn't enough to make me come,
the pleasure was making me work her even harder, until finally the
collapsed with a sigh and I became dislodged.
Her entire body, and now mine too, was damp with sweat, and as she
lowered her legs I fell into her arms, kissing her as I did so. She was
breathing heavily, and I could tell that she was now well and truly
spent. Her lips met mine lazily, and she wrapped her arms around me. I
buried my face between her neck and her shoulder, and we lay like that for
a while, not saying anything, she enjoying the afterglow.
After a while, Kate spoke. "That was amazing. I've never been taken
like that in my life. Where did you learn to do that?"
"You don't want to know," I replied, not because the answer was
bad, but I just didn't feel that now was the time to go through my sexual
history.
"Well," she said, "whoever it was, I'm grateful to her."
"I'm grateful to you." I murmured.
"Why?"
"I've never... cared before," I said, "before, all I ever had
were meaningless one-offs, apart from a couple of fairly insignificant
relationships. This is different."
"Where do you see us going then," she asked.
I lifted myself up again, and looked her in the eyes. "I really
like you," I said, "and I don't want this to be a one off. I..." I tailed
off, unsure of how to finish the sentence.
"Tell me," she said softly.
I paused. "I can see myself falling in love with you." I was amazed
at myself for thinking it, let alone saying it. This was me, who had spent
her life putting emotional barriers between her and every woman she came
into contact with. I worried that I had said too much, too soon, but Kate
smiled at me and kissed me.
"I can see it too," she said finally.
I think we must have dozed off in each other's arms at that point,
because I remember waking about half an hour later. The light was still on,
and when I looked up at Kate her eyes were opening too.
We lay there for a while, then I felt her hands move down my sides.
"I seem to remember that you haven't had anything yet," she said.
I smiled. "Is that an offer then?"
"I think it might just be."
She kissed me again, lightly at first, but a sudden surge of
passion inside me made me plunge my tongue into her mouth, and she returned
the compliment. Meanwhile, the hands that had been going down my thighs
found the dildo and harness that were still in place. She seemed surprised
to find them still there, but set about unfastening the strap, and pulling
them all away from my body. I moaned slightly when the dildo from inside me
slid out, and then moaned some more when I felt her fingertips start to
caress me. She was just playing with my pussy to start with, introducing
herself to a previously unexplored part if me. Her other hand was kneading
my breasts, while she was continuing to inspect the inside of my mouth with
that hot tongue of hers.
The fingers on my pussy were deftly rubbing between my lips, before
she found my clit. This first contact made me arch my back and gasp, and
she seemed delighted by my reaction. She then knelt up and gathered up the
dildoes a harness and put them on (or in) herself just as I had. I must
have visibly reacted to this because she told me that I would have to wait
a little longer for that, before resuming kissing me, though this time all
over my neck. Her lips started to work down my body once again, only this
time I was in no mood to stop her. After she was satisfied that my breasts
and nipples had had all the attention they deserved she ran her tongue down
over my stomach, tracing every curve. Still she continued downward, and I
was terrified that she would deliberately avoid my dripping pussy just to
frustrate me, so it was a pleasant surprise when she did not. The moment I
felt her tongue touch my clit I was on fire, and found myself grinding my
pussy into her face so hard. I was smearing my wetness all over her, but I
didn't care, and neither, it seemed, did she.
She started to suck on my clit and the sensations had my writhing
about even more, and before long I found myself on the edge of orgasm. Just
as I was about to come, though, Kate pulled away from me. Before I could
protest, however, she ordered me to turn around so that I was on all
fours. I was so frustrated from the timing of her stopping that I was
tempted to sulk, but so desperate to experience what she had in store that
I eagerly complied. Once I was settled I felt the head of the dildo against
the entrance of my pussy, then is was pushed in a little, then all the
way. My arms nearly gave way at that point, but I just about kept my
composure and instead pushed back onto it. Kate was filling me so deeply I
nearly came there and then, and as she began to get a rhythm going she
reached around with one hand and began to rub my clit. I felt her lips on
the back of my neck and my shoulders, and with every thrust I was getting
closer and closer to going over the edge.
Finally, I felt the first spasms of my orgasm radiate out from my
pussy, and I was screaming out as every muscle in my body tense. Every
stroke on my clit was like an electric shock in my body as I ground myself
backwards onto Kate. I kept thinking I couldn't take any more, and then
another wave would crash through me better than the last. Finally my arms
did give way and I fell onto the pillow, panting so hard, but feeling more
incredible than ever before.
After a second or two, I felt Kate's body on top of mine and her
kissing me on the cheek. Weakly, I turned to face her, and put my arms
around her. No words were said, but none needed to be. I was happier than I
could remember being, and everything felt so right. Again we must have
drifted off, because the next thing I remember is being woken by her
kissing my forehead in the morning.

We stayed together until the end of medical school. When we got our
first house jobs, we were so far from one another that the relationship
fizzled out slowly. We went our separate ways, but I never really fell out
of love with her. Some years later, though, I ran into her in my hospital,
and discovered that she had been for an interview for a post, unaware that
I worked there. She got the job, and we were able to rekindle our
relationship. But that's another story...

White Wine and Medics

by: SheWhoWrites

I removed my gloves and gown as my patient was wheeled out of the
operating theatre to recovery. The heart bypass operation had been
successful and I was looking forward to nipping for the canteen for some
lunch. As I walked out of the theatre I also took off my mask and hat and
headed up to the ward to find my wallet. On the stairs I ran into Mr Jay,
my consultant, dressed in surgical blues.
"Ah, Rebecca," he began, "how did Mr Jeffries get on?" referring to
the heart bypass patient.
"All well, patient is in recovery now," I replied.
"Didn't think you'd have any problems," he said, before continuing
on his way. Because Mr Jay had suddenly had to attend an urgent meeting, I,
his registrar, had performed the procedure myself, under the eye of the
hospital's other consultant cardiothoracic surgeon. I was feeling very
proud of my success, but I desperately needed lunch, so I retrieved my
wallet from my locker in the staff room on the cardiac ward and went
downstairs to the hospital's canteen.
As I joined the queue I idly gazed around. Most of the tables were
taken, so I considered getting some sandwiches and taking them to the ward.
I noticed one lady, smartly dressed, sitting with her back to me,
on her own with just a cup of tea or coffee. There was something oddly
familiar about her. I watched her for a minute, unable to put my finger on
what it was that brought her to my attention.
Then she drained the final contents of her mug and got up to
leave. When she turned around I caught sight of her face and I immediately
knew. Kate!
I left the queue and hurriedly made my way across the canteen to
intercept her at the door.
"Kate!" I said, as I got close enough.
She spun around, and the look on her face was priceless. She
clearly recognised me straight away and smiled broadly.
"Rebecca!" she replied, "What are you doing here?" A silly
question, given that I was dressed in blues and had an ID badge on.
"I work here," I replied, in case it wasn't obvious enough, "why
are YOU here?"
"I've been for a job interview in Paediatrics," she said, "I had no
idea this was your hospital!" I didn't know what to say. I couldn't
believe I was speaking to her again after so long. She read my being lost
for words and broke the silence herself.
"Oh, come here you!" she said, and hugged me. I threw my arms
around her and held her tight, but let go fairly quickly so as no to block
the doorway. I led her out of the canteen and towards reception.
"One question," I said as we walked, "are you with anyone?"
"No," she answered, smiling.
"One more question," I went on, delighted by her first reply, "do
you have to rush off?"
"Not at all."
"Wait here," I said as we got to reception, "I'll be ten minutes,
tops."
I smiled at her, then headed upstairs to the theatres as quickly as
I could. When I got there I knocked on My Jay's office door.
"Enter," came his voice from within, and I did so. "Rebecca," he
said, "what can I do for you?"
"I'm very sorry to have to do this to you," I said, "but my mother
has had an accident this morning and I'm the nearest relative." I prayed
that he couldn't tell I was lying.
"You'd better go then," he said, as I had hoped. "Nothing serious I
hope?"
"I don't know yet," I replied, "Are you sure you don't need me?"
"We'll be fine," responded Mr Jay, "Steven can assist this
afternoon." Steven was our house officer, fresh out of med school and full
of enthusiasm.
I thanked him, then went to change out of my blues. I was glad it
was Friday. I wasn't on call over the weekend, so I wouldn't have to be
back in until Monday.
While changing I considered what had happened. Kate had been my
lover thoughout medical school, the only woman I had ever loved. She had
broken me out of my 'different girl each week' ways, and they had been six
wonderful years. But when we graduated, she had her first job in Manchester
and mine had been in Brighton. Despite our efforts, it was impossible to
keep the relationship going as our hours meant we never saw one another. We
both met other people and so we broke up, though it was never
unfriendly. However, we soon lost touch and I hadn't heard from her since.
My next relationship lasted a year but we were never well matched,
and before long I was back to my old ways. Deep down I know the reason I
couldn't give myself emotionally to anyone else was because I still loved
Kate, but I couldn't bring myself to get in touch because I was scared she
would have moved on. Now I was thirty and trying to make myself find
someone with whom I could settle down, but it wasn't happening for
me. There were too many unresolved feelings.
And she was single! That was a stroke of luck, I thought, then I
had to remind myself not to count any chickens yet. She might have changed;
she might not want me any longer. So many thoughts were going around in my
head as I gathered my things and went back down to reception.
Kate was still there. She smiled in greeting and I grinned back,
aware that I was probably giving myself away.
"Can I buy you dinner tonight?" I asked.
"That would be lovely," she replied, "but it's two o'clock in the
afternoon."
"I thought we could go for a drink," I explained, "I've got myself
out of the afternoon list and I'm free now."
"Sounds good."
"Do you have a car here?"
"No," she said, "I got a taxi from the station."
We walked out of the hospital and into the carpark. "Meet my new
baby," I said as I showed her my Jaguar sports car, bought with my recent
pay rise and a considerable bank loan.
"You always wanted a Jag," she said, "They must be paying you
well."
"I get by," I smiled. Then I opened the passenger door. "Madam,
your carriage awaits."
She gave me a look of tenderness and gracefully stepped into the
car. I shut the door and went round to the driver's side, where I got in
and started the engine.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked.
"Just a place I know."
Five minutes later I pulled up on the kerb outside a fairly
innocuous looking pub, and switched off the engine. The pub in question,
'The Queen's Head', was the best gay pub in Oxford and I was a
regular. Many a fruitful one-night stand had begun in there, although I
wasn't about to explain that to Kate.
"You'll like it," I said, "It's really friendly."
"I don't doubt it," she answered, and we went in. It wasn't very
busy, being the early afternoon, but I recognised several of the faces
present. At least I was unlikely to get caught skiving by a colleague here.
"Take a seat," I said, and she did so while I went to the
bar. Nick, the barman, grinned at me as I approached.
"Who have you picked up this time?" he asked. I was well aware of
my reputation and I had expected this.
"It's not like that," I explained, "you remember I told you about
Kate?"
"The ex-girlfriend," he confirmed.
"Yeah... well, that's her. She turned up at the hospital for an
interview and I ran into her."
"Ah," he said, winking at me.
"Stop it," I said, half smiling, "Just get us a bottle of your best
white wine and two glasses, please."
He did as requested, and then, when I asked how much, insisted that
as this was a special occasion it was on the house.
"Nick, you're a star," I said, before walking back over to Kate
with the wine. I sat down, exhaled, and didn't know where to begin.
"So..." Kate began, as I poured the wine, "What have you been up to
all these years?"
"How long have you got?" I asked. It had been seven years and
plenty had happened.
"Fully fledged surgeon now, I see," she said, "I knew you'd make
it."
"What about you?" I replied, "Paeds? I thought you were headed for
general practice?"
"I was," she told me, "but I did a paeds rotation as an SHO and
fell in love with it."
"Where are you living these days?" I enquired.
"Stoke, though hopefully I'll be moving down here - obviously it
all depends on me getting the post." I was working in one of the big
teaching hospitals, a job I had been amazed to get in such a prestigious
institution. I could see why Kate would want the job.
"Finally seeing sense and coming south!" I joked. Kate was a
northerner, while I was born and bred on the south coast.
"Probably," she said, "also the post is too good for me not to
apply. I was looking to move on."
I had a sip of my wine.
"You never told me if you were single," said Kate.
"Oh yes," I said, in a weary way.
"How long?"
"Forever, pretty much. I can't remember the last actual
relationship I had. There was an appallingly bad one shortly after
you. Nothing else really. But what of you?"
"I broke up from a three year relationship last year," she said,
"Little else of significance."
"I thought you'd be long settled down by now," I told her.
"So did I," she sighed, "I guess it just turned out like this."
All the while, I was looking at her, wanting her all over again. I
felt like I did before we got together, seeing her, needing her, and not
knowing how to proceed.
"Why have you stayed so single?" she asked me.
"I don't know," I lied, "I just never found anyone who measured
up."
"To what?"
"To my expectations."
"Very few people do."
Pause. "You did." There. I'd said it. Nothing to do now but wait
for the aftershock.
"We broke up," she said.
"I know. We shouldn't have. I could've made more of an effort."
"You moved on, didn't you?"
"I never moved on."
"Why?"
"Because..." I petered off, unable to proceed. I tried a different
angle. "When I saw you today, it was as if something clicked and the last
few years of not getting involved became clear. The truth is I never
stopped kicking myself for letting you go, and I couldn't give myself to
anyone because I was still tied up in you."
She smiled at me, but I couldn't tell if it was agreement or pity.
Having come this far, and with nothing to lose, I continued. "I
loved you so much when we were together. And that never died - how could
it? You can't just put away feelings like that." I paused again, though
this time largely for effect. "I'm still in love with you."
Kate said nothing, but took my face with her left hand, leaned in,
and kissed me on the lips, once, briefly. It felt so new, yet familiar and
safe at the same time. I think she meant to pull away and talk some more,
but that one kiss was a taste of what I has longed for all this time and I
couldn't let her do that. I kissed her back, longer, deeper, harder. With
my tongue between her lips I poured out seven years of frustration into
her. I could smell her skin, her hair - it was how it had always been. I
reacquainted myself with the inside of her mouth. He kiss had hardly
changed, and it was always the best one I had ever known. My passion grew,
and she too was kissing me as though she had needed this for years.
I remembered that we were still in public and reluctantly pulled
away, and the smile on her face was so broad that I felt immediately
reassured. I could have her! I was getting what I had needed for years and
I felt drunk with emotion. I had never in my life felt so happy. I kissed
her again, pressing myself into her, then I stood up. "Let's get out of
here," I said, offering her my hand.
She took it and I led her out of the pub, aware of Nick watching us
and looking pleased for me from behind the bar. We got into the car and I
started it up, turned right at the end of the road and headed for
home. Kate's hand was resting on my knee as I drove, it was very
distracting and all I wanted to do was pull up and leap on her. Little was
said during the journey, it didn't need to be. Every time we came to a red
light I took the opportunity to lean over and kiss her, if only for a
second. When we got to my house at last I was dying for her.
She got out of the car first and looked at my house, a small
detached house with lots of trees around it. The modest driveway was
concealed from the road by a thick hedge, so when I got out of the car I
went around it and pushed her against the passenger door and kissed her
deeply again. Her arms were around my neck, her tongue was in my mouth, and
it felt as though I was finally bringing her home.
When I stopped kissing her I hugged her again, not wanting to let
go now that I had her again.
"Come on," Kate said after a minute, "you have to show me around."
I opened the front door and we went in. I dropped my bad in the
hallway and took her coat from her to hang it up. She was looking around,
and I think her expression hinted at approval of my dwellings.
"Very nice," she said, "but where is the bedroom?"
"You don't waste any time!" I replied.
She took me into her arms. "You aren't the only one who wishes we'd
never broken up."
"You never said!"
"Now you know." With that our lips met again, and before long we
were all mouth, all tongue, all lust, all love.
"Upstairs," I managed to hiss between kisses, "The bedroom. Go."
She did, and I followed her. It wasn't hard to find, being at the
top of the stairs, and she fell backwards onto the bed as I shut the door
behind us. I then placed myself on top of her and we began kissing again,
madly, passionately, like always. This was home. I was happy again.
I couldn't resist her; everything about her was so perfect. It was
the way it had been back then, and the way it should have been for all the
years in between. Kate rolled me onto my back and began to kiss my neck. I
moaned deep and low. She hadn't forgotten about the importance of my
neck. By kissing me there, she knew the effect she was having.
I tried to undo the top buttons of her blouse, but this was proving
difficult given the effect she was having on my senses. She sat up and did
it herself, slowly, not breaking eye contact with me. When her blouse was
away I sat up and unhooked her bra, removing that too, then I just admired
her. She had always had fuller breasts than I had, and they were a joy to
behold. Still pert, there was no sign of gravity taking its toll yet.
Then she stood before me and unzipped her skirt, letting it drop to
the floor. As I watched her I took off my T-shirt (I had expected to be in
theatre all day so hadn't bothered dressing up for work) and unbuckled the
belt on my jeans. Kate kicked off her shoes, then pushed me back down on
the bed, clad now in only a black thong. I ran my fingers through her hair
when she next kissed me. Her hair hadn't changed much in the ensuing years
- maybe it was a little longer than the long bob she'd had when we
graduated. Mine was still short - I made the dramatic change as a forth
year student and liked it better than I had expected to.
While we kissed I could feel her undoing my jeans and pushing them
down, with my underwear at the same time. I pushed my shoes off with my
feet and she pulled my jeans away, rendering me completely naked. She
looked at me and smiled - it was nice to know I still did something for
her. Then she slid her thong down her legs and I watched intently as her
pussy came into view - there was a sight I had longed for. The fine dark
hair, which contradicted the colour of that on her head, covered her
exquisite lips, which I suspected were getting very wet.
I reached up and took one of her nipples into my mouth, where I
felt it instantly harden. Often I tended to be a tease with women and avoid
spots such as these, but today I did not want to wait. She arched her back
with pleasure as I did this, and pushed her breast closer to me, inviting
me to suck on it. This I did, and she groaned and kissed me on the top of
my head.
I pushed her back down onto her back and straddled her, rubbing my
now wet pussy across her stomach and watching her gasp as I did so. I
shuffled forwards and positioned myself over her mouth, and her eyes opened
wide as she read my intentions. However I did not lower myself onto her
straight away, instead I turned my body around so that I was facing her
feet.
I bent down and kissed below her ribs, then moving a little lower
to her navel, all the while keeping my pussy just out of the reach of her
mouth. I traced the ever-so-fine line of hair from her umbilicus to her
bush with my tongue, and only when I an inch from her clit did I give
myself to her. We both made contact at the same time, and it felt
amazing. Kate practically devoured me with her first lick, and I had to
make a real effort to focus on her glistening lips. I flicked at her clit
with my tongue and I felt her inhale sharply, then I made one long downward
stroke, from the top of her clit to the base of her opening. She tasted
superb, and I wanted to bury my face in her and stay there forever. She,
meanwhile, was working me expertly and I felt myself starting to grind onto
her face. I pushed my tongue into her slit, and the moaned again, then I
added a finger and I felt her pussy tighten. She was loving it, as was I,
and when she too put a finger inside me I was on the verge of ecstasy.
I created a seal around her clit and sucked on it hard, while
adding more fingers, up to four. I was plunging them in and out of her
hard, and she was by now doing the same to me, as I rode her towards the
best orgasm of my life. I could feel it building inside me for ages, and
she too was getting noticeably wetter as I worked her harder.
Finally the dam broke and I came so hard I thought I would lose my
mind. I was screaming her name, and she too was in the grip of a huge
orgasm. I pumped into her, determined to extract all that I could from
her. I was thrusting myself down onto her and giving her pussy the ride of
its life.
Panting, we both came down as the orgasms subsided, our bodies
covered in sweat. I rolled away onto my side, exhausted, then swung myself
around so that I was facing Kate again. She looked entirely blissful and
content, and I kissed her without a word. I could taste my cum in her
mouth.
"I've missed that," she said when I pulled away, "no-one else could
ever come close."
"I hear you," I answered, "it's the same for me. But then, after
you what chance did they have?"
She laughed, then kissed me again. I put my arms around her and
held on to her tight. "I won't let go this time," I told her.
"What if I don't get the job?" she asked.
"You will," I said, "and even if you don't, we'll find a way. I
love you."
"I love you too Rebecca," she said, looking delirious with
happiness. "I can't believe I'm with you again."
We lay like that for a time. Nothing further needed to be said. We
were both feeling more than a little overwhelmed by the way things had
turned out.
After a while she began to stir, and looked me in the eye with a
devilish expression.
"You're horny," I observed.
"What can I say?" she said, "We have to make up for lost time."
"I have an idea," I said, "why don't you go and get in the shower?"
She looked a little disappointed, so I added, "Trust me."
She did as I suggested, and while she was gone I reached into the
bottom drawer of my bedside table. This was where I kept all my toys, and I
selected two good-sized dildoes and a harness. I figured the equipment was
waterproof, after all I'd done this with other lovers and there had been no
problems. I strapped in the harness with the dildoes in place - one inside
me and one for her to enjoy, then got out of the bed and walked to the
bathroom. Kate was already in the shower and had her back to me, so I
sneaked up on her and put my arms around her waist.
"Hello lover," she said as she felt me behind her, then the
presence of the dildo registered with her and she grinned broadly. Her body
was all soapy and I turned her around to face me. We kissed again and I
pulled her in closer to me, our bodies slipping over one another's due to
the bubbles. Kate wasted no time and immediately guided my waiting shaft
into her. Our tongues were still entwined and she bit down gently when I
filled her to the hilt.
"Oh, oh, that feels VERY good," she managed to say, and I started
to thrust into her. She was pressed up against the tiles of the wall of the
shower by now, and her legs were spread as far apart as was possible while
she was standing. I wanted to lift her up against the wall but I didn't
think I'd be able to, so instead I contented myself with drawing almost
entirely out of her before plunging back in. She gasped, and I did it
again, this time a little harder. The hot water was running down my back as
I kept up the rhythm for her pussy. I started to rub her soapy clit with my
fingers at the same time, and this intensified her pleasure. As I continued
in this vein she was once was crying out: "Oh my God Rebecca that is
fucking gooooood... please don't stop, that feels amazing... oh yes... oh
YES... fucking hell... YEEEEESSSSSSSS... oooooooohhhhhhhh... REBECCA! YES!
LIKE THAT! FUCK ME! Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHHSSSSSSSSS... AAAAAHHHHHHHHH..."
I was kissing her face when she came, but not her mouth, as I liked
to hear her screams of pleasure. I was going so hard, then her knees
buckled and I had to catch her.
"Wow!" I said as I picked her up, "THAT good?"
"Oh yes," she said, and sighed.
I rinsed her down with the showerhead, and then turned it off. By
now she was more aware of her surroundings again. She stepped out of the
shower and, without stopping to dry herself, led me back to the bedroom
with a 'come hither' look in her eyes. I followed eagerly, and she sat on
the edge of the bed, facing me. I wondered what she had in mind, but I
wasn't given the chance to ponder this for long. Kate reached out and
grabbed me by the length still protruding from my body. This pulled me
closer, and she parted her legs and pushed the dildo into her again before
falling back on the bed. Surprised but delighted by her actions I lay down
on top of her and inside her and began to pump away at her. Her feet and
mine were still on the floor, and it gave me a little extra leverage with
which to thrust inside her. Her pussy was so wet, I could tell by the ease
with which I was sliding in and out of her, and I could feel that I, too,
was not exactly dry.
As I made love to her I started to kiss her neck, then her breasts,
swirling my tongue around her nipples and ravishing her body. I kissed my
way up and started to tease her earlobe with my tongue - and, as I had
remembered, that drove her wild. She grabbed onto me tighter and I could
feel that she was nearing another climax. Then a curious thing began to
happen. I knew I was very aroused, but I have never in my life been able to
come without direct stimulation of my clit. Yet I could feel the early
throes of orgasm inside me, and I couldn't believe it. The dildo inside me,
which was largely there for anchorage, was moving a little, as it always
did, yet for some reason I was more sensitive than normal.
As Kate began to come I thrusted harder and harder, and I found
myself starting to lose control. My orgasm hit me hard and I was crying out
into her mouth and she into mine. Her legs were now wrapped around my waste
and I was as deep into her as I could conceivably get. Her juices were
making my bush get wetter and my body was in spasm. It was all I could do
to keep moving inside her. Her nails were digging into my back, but the
pain was pleasure and my face was pressed into her shoulder as I came
gloriously with her and within her.
When the waves stopped coming I didn't pull out of her. I was
unable to speak, so taken aback was I by what had happened. She too was
surprised.
"You just came," she said incredulously, "and I wasn't touching
you."
"I know," I gasped.
"You've been practising while I've been away," she continued.
I shook my head. "That has never happened to me before. I have
never in my life come while doing that to someone."
"It must be me," she joked.
"It must have been," I said, seriously, "I've never felt so
emotional while having sex." I felt a tear start its passage down my cheek.
"Don't cry," she responded.
"It's because I love you and I've got you back." I pulled out of
Kate's sated body and removed the harness from myself. I felt like I had
been reborn. "Hold me," I said.
She did and I was glad. I needed to be held by her. I had her
again.
And I was home.

Of course she got the job. She moved in, and we began our new life
together. We were the happiest we had ever been.
And this time, it stayed like that

Champagne and Medics

by: SheWhoWrites


Honestly, I never planned for things to pan out the way they
did. If it had been up to me, I would have been happy for things to
continue to drift along in the way that they were. I was busy, I was
reasonably happy, and things were starting to settle into place for me. I
didn't need to complicate it all.
It all happened when I was twenty-seven. I was a junior doctor
working in a London teaching hospital, I had a girlfriend who lived in
France and things were moving along fairly nicely. She was called Hana, and
I'd met her ten months previously when I'd been travelling around the south
of France during one of my rare holidays. Since my return to England I'd
seen her for a week here and a week there, whenever one of us could get the
time off and the money together. My relationship with her was quite good,
but I didn't think it was likely that she'd ever live in England or that
I'd ever leave, so it seemed to me that there was not really a long term
future for the two of us. I suspect she knew as well, though we didn't
really talk about it.
Hana was only my second real relationship. Before her I was with
Rebecca, a girl who I went to medical school with, for just over six
years. I'd loved her very much, and suspected that on some level I always
would, but after graduation we found ourselves working in opposite ends of
the country and so we ended up drifting apart. Although that had been four
years ago now, I still thought of her often, but we weren't in touch any
more. Between Rebecca and Hana I went a little crazy, going through women
as if they were going out of fashion. I knew why, in my heart. I didn't
like being out of a relationship but couldn't see myself making it work
with someone other than Rebecca. At least Hana, for all our failings, gave
me some grounding.
I didn't get too much time to think about it though. My hours at
the hospital were long. I held the post of Senior House Officer on a
general surgical firm, and there was always plenty to keep me
occupied. There were six other juniors on the firm, with three registrars
and three consultants. We all got on well and so it worked very well.
Four of us SHOs were in the process of taking the MRCS, the exam
necessary for junior surgeons before they begin their specialist
training. Juggling work at the hospital with studying for this meant that
we were all in a high-pressure situation, but because of the shared
stresses we were also able to support one another. Steph, Ahmed, Simon and
I even managed to schedule in the odd group study session, which somehow
always ended up in the pub.
Simon and I had actually been friends at the same medical school,
whereas Steph and Ahmed were new to me at the start of our six month
jobs. Nevertheless I got on with them both very well, so our social outings
were always lots of fun. I was enjoying the firm and would almost be sad
when the six months came to an end and we all had to go our separate ways.

But things started to get tricky about four months into the job. I
confided with Simon one night when we were both on call and had taken a
short break to go for a coffee.
"Is everything alright, Rebecca?" he asked.
"Er, sure," I replied, "why shouldn't it be?"
"Well, I've noticed that you've seemed a little distracted for the
last couple of weeks. I was just wondering if there was something up?"
"Probably just a little wound up about these exams. That's all."
"It's not like you to get exam nerves. Are you sure that's all it
is?"
"Hmm."
Simon raised an eyebrow at me. "I've known you for far too long to
be fobbed off by that."
"It's nothing, Si, I'm sure it'll pass."
"What's Hana done now?" he asked.
"Hana?" I replied, "Oh no, she's fine."
"So if it's not her, then who is it? It's only ever women that get
you wound up." Simon was looking at me intently now, and I knew there was
little point lying to him.
"Okay, busted. It's Steph."
"Really? Wow!" he responded, then he lowered his voice, "what's
happened? I never thought she was that way^Е"
I playfully clouted him about the forehead. "Talk about jumping to
conclusions! Nothing has happened, nothing's even been said, it's just
me. I mean, look at her!" It was true. Steph was a stunning girl, I'd
noticed that on our first day as colleagues. She was about five foot five,
had brown hair and a wonderful smile that she used often. I hadn't really
thought anything of it then, but as I'd gradually got to know her I'd
realised that I really got on with her. She and I were on the same
wavelength about so many things and as time went on I started to see her as
someone I wanted to be more than friends with.
Simon nodded. "I'll give you that. But then what? I'm confused."
I shrugged. "I dunno. It's just that, these last few weeks, I've
realised that I like her a lot more than I should. And it's really
bothering me. She's become a really good friend, for Heaven's sake! I need
to just get over this."
"What about Hana?"
"Honestly, that one's on limited time anyway. It's rather beside
the point I think. But this is all so stupid, I'm supposed to have stopped
having crushes on people years ago!"
Simon looked intrigued, as I had thought he might. "Do you think
she'd go for you?"
"Nah, she's as straight as an arrow. You know as well as I do that
she only broke up with her boyfriend last month."
"I think she might, you know. You should ask her out."
I nearly spluttered my mouthful of coffee at him. "Are you insane?
She'd say no, it would be awkward forever, and that would be that. No, I'm
just gonna have to grin and bear it. It might just be because everything is
so intense at the moment."
"Shame though," he said, "you'd make a lovely couple."
At that point my bleep went off, summoning me down to
Casualty. "Try telling her that," I said, turning to go, and then
remembered something. "Oh yeah, Si? Not a word."
"Of course."

Admitting to Simon that I had feelings for Steph was a big deal for
me. Up until that point I'd kept them quietly to myself and as such I'd
been able to tell myself that it wasn't important and that they'd just go
away. After then, though, it became much more real, and I would be acutely
aware of it whenever Steph was in the room. We got on as well as ever and I
don't think that she knew. Within a couple of weeks Ahmed had worked it out
as well, unless Simon had been a little less discrete than I'd like, and
this just added to the pressure.
One evening we were sitting in the hospital bar having a quick
pint. It was a week until our exam and although we knew that we should be
at home studying it had been a very busy day and we all needed to unwind
for a short time first. Simon was doing his usual thing of discussing my
love-life, which he seemed to find fascinating.
"Do you ever see Rebecca these days?" he asked me.
"No, not at all," I replied, "I'm not even sure where she is."
"How long were you with her?" asked Steph.
"Five years, in the end."
"I always wondered," she went on, "how can you tell? You know, that
a woman likes other women. How did you know with her?"
"Ha!" I exclaimed, "Usually I get it wrong, actually. With Rebecca
I had no idea, until she rather threw herself at me." I smiled at the
memory.
Ahmed was grinning to himself, and I realised that I'd given him an
image. Steph gently elbowed him in the ribs..
"So what about you, Steph, how are things with you?" asked Simon.
"What, with men? Quiet as usual. Do any of you know anyone
eligible?"
I resisted the temptation to suggest myself. "I'll keep my eyes
open for you," I said instead.
"Maybe you could bring me back someone from France, next time
you're there."
"Mais oui^Е whenever that'll be," I sighed.
"Oh?" said Ahmed.
"It's nothing," I said, "just the distance, you know? We'll see."
Not just the distance, I thought.
Steph excused herself to go to the toilet as we were all nearing
the end of our drinks and knew we had to go home and hit the books. Once
she was safely out of sight and earshot I groaned into my hands.
"Really getting bad now, is it?" asked Ahmed.
"You have no idea," I said, "this is ridiculous."
"I still think you should say something," said Simon.
"No no no no. Too much to lose. It's not that I don't want to, I
do, I just really don't think she's very likely to thank me if I do."
"But you'll never know unless you ask her," said Ahmed.
I sighed. "Then I'd rather not know. Guys, I know you have this
nice idea about her and me getting together, but it just doesn't work like
that in real life. Anyway, her friendship is very important to me and I'm
just not willing to risk that. And I still have to work with her."
"What about at the end of the rotation?" asked Simon.
"Still the friendship issue. And I don't really enjoy getting shot
down. Please understand this: she's straight and it's never going to
happen!"
"Who's straight?" Steph asked, returning to the table from behind
me. The boys looked down, trying to avoid having to say anything.
"Er^Е" I stammered, "no-one," then I realised that she was unlikely
to buy that, "I mean, this friend of mine. Who I quite like, but it's not
important. You know what these two are like though."
"Wow, things really going downhill with Hana then?" she said.
"Yes and no. I wouldn't like to say what the future holds."
Ahmed saved me from having to elaborate any further by looking at
his watch and saying that he ought to get home and hit the books. The rest
of us took this as our cue to make a move also, and picked up our coats. I
followed the other three out, blowing out my cheeks and reflecting on the
conversation going too close to giving the game away for comfort.

Fortunately for me, everyone's schedules were such that there was
no opportunity for a further mass grilling of my personal life for the next
two weeks. I continued in my efforts to be as chatty and normal as possible
around Steph, which was still easier than I would have expected.
With three weeks to go until the exam, though, the stress was
mounting. One Thursday night, I was collecting my bag from the doctor's
office at the end of the day and preparing to head home when Steph came in.
"You off?" she asked.
"Yep, time to go and get back to the other grindstone." I said.
"Wait, Rebecca, do you fancy a drink first? Only I haven't been out
at all since a fortnight ago and I'm going crazy studying all night. What
do you think?"
I knew it was a bad idea, I had lots of work to do, but I was
pretty powerless to turn down time with Steph. "Sure, what about Si and
Ahmed?"
"I asked Ahmed and he had an attack of his conscience and has gone
home. And Simon's on call tonight."
"Ah well. No matter. Are you ready to go now?" I asked.
"Give me five minutes and I'm with you."
And so, four hours later, Steph and I were sitting in our usual
post-shift pub, really far to drunk to be entertaining any thoughts of
going home and working now. Nevertheless, it was probably just what we both
needed, a break from everything work-related. It was how it usually was
with Steph, relaxed, fun, yet the more I drunk, the more I remembered my
problem.
I wasn't helped when she thought back to that conversation in the
pub two weeks previously. "So what did you do about your straight friend
then?"
"Oh, that," I said, "nothing. Best that way, you know. I mean, you
must know as well as anyone that straight girls just don't tend to switch,
do they?" I'm sure there was a degree of forlorn hope in my voice.
"No, I guess not," she said, "it's certainly not something I'd ever
consider."
I knew it was wrong, I knew it shouldn't matter, but my heart sank
at that moment. "Exactly," I sighed, "so I'll leave it."
Steph got up and ordered another couple of drinks for us. When she
sat down again, she asked, "So who is this woman anyway?"
That threw me, as I hadn't really come up with a cover story. "Just
a friend, you know, a good friend."
"At work?"
"What? Er, no. Not work. Someone at my gym. Yes." I hoped I was
doing a decent impression of being convincing, but I knew the alcohol had
taken its toll and was hardly likely to be making me a better liar.
"What does she look like?"
"Oh, you know, medium height, brunette. Nice girl. Lovely
smile. Why the sudden interest?"
"Just curious, that's all. What's her name?"
"Er, Ju..Rachel." As I uttered this, for some reason thinking of
the names Julie and Rachel at the same time, I was terrified that I'd blown
it.
"Jurachel? That's unusual."
"Yes, it is. She's from Bulgaria." Then I realised that this was
getting ridiculous, and Steph was looking at me as if it didn't quite add
up. "Ok, she's not from Bulgaria. Or called Jurachel. Or even Rachel."
"I don't understand," said Steph, looking very puzzled indeed.
I took a deep breath and looked at the floor with an uneasy grin on
my face. "There is no other girl. Or rather, it was a cover."
"For what?" she asked, appearing genuinely confused.
"It's you. I have a thing for you."
Steph looked hard at me, seemingly lost for words. Eventually she
spoke, "Me? Why? Why me?"
Not the question I'd been expecting. "Why not you? You're funny,
you're bright, I enjoy your company^Е you're gorgeous."
Steph coloured, and I was going through the most intense inner
turmoil. "You really think so?" she asked.
"Yes. More than you know. God, Steph, you have no idea. But I know
you're straight."
"I am," she said, with the slightest hint of sadness in her eyes,
"I am. I'm sorry. I'm so flattered, but^Е well, you know how it is."
"I know," I said, and then with a final roll of the dice asked, "is
there really no chance at all?"
She shook her head. "Sorry Rebecca. No."
I smiled sadly to myself. I knew that this wasn't just about Steph,
and I felt guilty about what I was doing to Hana, behind her back. Too late
now, though. Looking back at Steph, she seemed to have a look about her of
concern.
"Look," I said, "I won't raise this again. I really value you as a
friend and I don't want things to be weird. Can we forget it?"
"Of course. I was hoping you'd say that. I'd hate to lose the
friendship too."
"Well, it's getting late and I expect we could both do with some
breathing space," I said, "I suppose I should get myself home."
Steph concurred, and we headed into the night. We were going in
different directions, and she gave me a hug as we parted, telling me not to
worry about things. Nevertheless, as I waited for the bus to take me home I
couldn't help but be furious with myself.

I was mightily relieved, then, the following day at work. Steph was
behaving absolutely normally around me, as if nothing had happened. I had
resolved, in my head, to try and sort things out with Hana rather than
continue to pine over my colleague, so I was able to go along with the
general play of routine as well. Simon and Ahmed didn't say anything, so I
felt confident that Steph hadn't mentioned the incident to them either. In
all, things seemed alright.
Meanwhile, our exam was getting closer and closer, so we were all
leaving the hospital at the earliest opportunity to go home and study, and
heading to the library during our breaks, so we didn't see a great deal of
one another for the next three weeks. There certainly wasn't the time to
sit down and collectively ruminate over events.
We were all given the week before our exam off from work, so we
really didn't see anything of one another during that time. I really didn't
enjoy being cooped up in the house all day but it had to be done. When the
exam day actually arrived, I was actually relieved to be getting on with it
at last.
In the event, the exam paper was much as we had expected, in other
words bloody difficult, but doable. I felt like I had prepared pretty well,
and I emerged from the exam hall feeling less despair than I had
anticipated. The other three appeared to be fairly upbeat as well, and
above everything we were just delighted to have got it out of the way. It
would be a time before we heard the results, but that was a concern for
another day.
We had agreed long ago that we would go straight out afterwards and
celebrate its ending. After all, whatever the result at least we were free
from studying for a bit now, and that was worth a drink or three.
Trying not to discuss the exam paper, we went straight to the
nearest bar. Simon went immediately to the barman and ordered a bottle of
champagne and four flutes. I liked his thinking, and was only too glad to
raise my glass along with the others. It was over.
The first bottle didn't last long, and I went up to order us
another. The bubbly had gone a bit to my head and I felt a little unsteady
carrying it back to the others and pouring it into their glasses. As I
filled Steph's glass, she placed her hand briefly on mine that was on the
table holding me up, to stabilise me. I looked at her, and couldn't tell if
something about her expression was different in that fleeting glance.
Four bottles later, our credit cards were starting to be a little
battered and all of us were well on our way. I was happy, it was nice to be
relaxing with them. It was funny how people became so much less up tight
when exams finished; I'd noticed it all the way throughout my medical
career. However, I also felt like I desperately needed to get some air, it
was very warm and muggy in the bar and I just needed to breathe for a
while.
I excused myself and stepped out into the London evening. It was
dark now, and more than a little chilly. The street outside was quiet, most
of the office workers had gone home as it was past seven thirty. I leant
against the side of a building and watched my breath condense in the air in
front of my face. I was suddenly aware of how very tired I was.
"There you are," came Steph's voice after a moment or two. I turned
to see her walking towards me. "Are you alright?"
"Me? Yeah. Just needed to get out of there for a minute, that's
all," I said.
"I know what you mean," she said.
Steph leant against the wall next to me, and didn't say anything. I
broke the silence: "Steph, I never thanked you."
"For what?"
"For being so cool about the other week. For not making an issue of
it."
She smiled, that beautiful smile. I knew my feelings hadn't
changed. "Well, I wasn't going to be nasty about it. It's always nice to
know that someone likes you!"
"True."
"I have a question, though," she said, "and I wanted to ask you a
few days ago, only I thought that with our exam and all it should wait
until afterwards."
"Okay," I said, "what?"
"Do you still think that way?"
"What way?" I asked, "you mean, about you?"
"Yeah. You know, just wondering."
I shrugged. "Well, yes. It didn't just go away. But I've said my
piece, there's no point in dredging it up again."
"No?" she said, "just, I've been thinking about it. I let it sit
with me, I guess."
I looked at her, incredulous. "And?"
Steph said nothing, just looked at me rather nervously.
I forgot myself, I forgot that she was straight, I forgot that we
were in a London street under a lamp, I forgot about Hana, I forgot that
Steph was one of my best friends now. I placed my hand on her waist, pulled
her to me, and when she didn't resist I kissed her passionately on the
lips. Steph immediately wrapped her arms around my neck and opened her
mouth, inviting my tongue in to explore this new ground. As we kissed so
hard I had her pushed up against the wall behind her, pressing my body into
her. I could hear Steph's breathing as I pulled away from her mouth and
commenced kissing her neck - her breaths were coming in gasps and she was
holding onto me tight. This was what felt right, and I didn't want to stop.
As we again clashed lips desperately, Steph spoke into my mouth,
her words broken up and breathy. "Rebecca^Е this is^Е but not here^Е your
house^Е can we go?"
"Of course," I said, hating to pull away but aware that she had a
point. My head was swimming as I went back into the bar to get out coats. I
told the guys that Steph was feeling the worse for wear and I was going to
get her home, and they accepted this. I went back out onto the street to
where Steph was waiting and handed her her coat. As we were in Central
London and I lived south of the river I was faced with the challenge of not
having Steph change her mind in the time that it would take us to get back
to my house.
As we walked towards the tube station, though, she was being rather
more tactile than I had expected, walking with an arm around me and her
head resting on my shoulder. I smiled to myself. This felt rather good, and
very right. I hoped she wasn't just leaning on me because of the champagne
making her unsteady on her feet.
We didn't say much to each other on the way home. Small talk didn't
feel appropriate now, and I was relieved when we didn't have to wait too
long for a train to arrive. It was roughly a twenty minute journey to my
stop, and being a weeknight there weren't very many other people in the
carriage.
We were still in silence as we walked the short distance to my
flat, indeed the only sound was that of next door's dog as I turned my key
in the lock. Steph hurried indoors and I closed the door behind us and hung
up my coat. Steph hadn't been to my flat before and was looking around
inquisitively. She seemed impressed by the fact that, being in a ground
floor flat, I had a little garden with French windows leading to it, but
still she wasn't saying anything. I was finding her very difficult to read
and was worried that in the time it had taken us to get home the moment had
passed. She certainly seemed more awkward now.
As she looked out of the window I went up to her and stood behind
her. When I placed a hand on her waist she shivered, but then relaxed and
leant into me. I took this as an invitation and kissed the back of her
neck, sweeping her hair out of the way with my other hand. She exhaled
slowly as I did this and closed her eyes. She placed a hand on mine that
was on her waist and brought it round to her front, so that I was gently
caressing her stomach through her shirt. I continued to run my lips over
her neck as I did so, before moving my head round further and kissing the
angle of her jaw and then her cheek. Steph bit her bottom lip, before
opening her mouth slightly and turning her head, bringing her lips to mine.
We kissed softly, sensuously, for a while, neither one of us
wanting to rush things. I loved the lack of urgency, the way I could savour
the taste of Steph's lips and tongue at leisure, the way she was gradually
exploring my mouth. It was in such marked contrast to outside the bar,
where we had been much more frantic. I brought my hands up to Steph's
shoulders and she relaxed to allow me to pull her coat away from
her. Beneath it her shirt was thin and I could feel the warmth of her body
through it. I adjusted my position so that I was facing her properly, and
put my arms around her, holding her tight. Steph responded by running her
fingertips through my short hair and pulling my face back down to hers. We
kissed further, with passion but tenderness. I moved my hands up so that my
palms were on either side of her ribcage, and from here made a tentative
movement with one to her breast. As I did this she kissed me more deeply,
so I cupped her breast more firmly and felt her nipple straining against
the layers of fabric. Steph let out the quietest of moans, and I began once
again to kiss her neck as I reached for the top button of her shirt. She
offered up no objection as I began to unbutton it, and as the shirt fell
open I was able to caress more of her fine skin with my lips.
This felt wonderful and I loved the changes in her breathing my
actions were bring about, but being taller than her this was also a
slightly awkward position for me. I took Steph's hand and pulled her with
me as I backed towards the sofa that was behind me. I sat back on it and
brought her down so that she sat astride me. As she lowered herself down
she shrugged off her open shirt, leaving me just her black bra to contend
with. She rested her forearms on my shoulders as I placed my hands on the
skin of the small of her back and brought her body once again into contact
with my mouth. Still I moved slowly, wanting to explore every square inch
of her thoroughly. Steph was now idly playing with the short hairs at the
back of my neck, I'm not sure she was aware she was doing it, but as my
mouth came over her nipple through the material of her bra she tugged
slightly on them. This reaction only spurred me on, and I reached up her
back and undid her bra, letting that, too, fall away. Her naked breasts
were superb, each the perfect size for my hands and with pink nipples
standing hard and just asking to be sucked.
I took one into my mouth, then transferred across to the other,
flicking them with my tongue and eliciting more gasps from Steph as I did
so. She was watching me as I did this, her expression caught between
pleasure and disbelief. I sucked her left nipple more deeply into my mouth
and she moaned, more loudly this time. Moreover, I felt her starting to
grind her body down onto my thighs, which only served to turn me on even
more than I already was.
"Mmm, Rebecca," she murmured, "that feels soooo gooooood."
By now, I was starting to have real difficulties in maintaining my
composure. I couldn't believe what was happening, but it felt
amazing. Steph seemed a little more confident now, and was responding to my
every move. I ran my tongue to the valley between her breasts, and then up
her breastbone and neck to her mouth, where I found her lips that met mine
fiercely. She was kissing me once again with real conviction, her tongue
now deep inside my mouth. At the same time she started to tug at my top,
and when I broke away she pulled it up over my head, and then pressed
herself more closely to my now exposed skin. She felt so good against my
body, warm and soft, yet it was new, the smell of her was unfamiliar, and
in the back of my mind I knew what this could mean and that made it all the
more exciting.
Suddenly, Steph pulled away from me and stood up. I sat as if
frozen to the spot, watching her. She looked at me with a look of pure
seduction in her eyes, and undid her trousers. As I looked on she pushed
them down, taking her underwear with them, until she stood before me
completely naked. My eyes were drawn to the patch of dark hair between her
legs, finely covering her pussy, which I suspected to be a little on the
damp side. Then I shifted my gaze to her face and particularly her eyes.
"S.. Steph," I stammered, "What changed?"
She smiled, slightly coyly, and replied, "I don't know. I suppose
I'd never really considered anything like this, until you mentioned it the
other week. Maybe you triggered something in me."
"I see^Е and you thought^Е"
"'Thought' isn't quite the word," she said, softly, "I don't know
what's made this happen, and I'm not quite sure how this all works, but I
do know I want you to make love to me."
My heart thumped in my chest and I swallowed, trying to take in
what was happening. Steph knelt down on the rug by the window and I moved
over to her, pushing her down onto her back as I kissed her again. As she
pulled me onto her she started to kiss and nibble at my neck, which was
always a certain way of triggering things in me. I let my hands roam over
her body, down her sides and over her thighs. I brought one of my thighs up
between her legs and pressed it against her pussy, not caring that it would
make my jeans wet. She cried out when I did this, and when I replaced my
thigh with my fingers and started to stroke her hardened clit, I knew there
was no way she wanted me to stop. She thrust her body down to my hand with
every stroke, and her juices were already coating my fingers. I moved my
hand down a little lower and parted her outer lips with two of my fingers,
using a third to gently play with her opening. By now she was breathing
heavily and moving in such a way, as if to persuade me to enter her. But
that would be too easy. Instead, I alternated teasing her hole with
pressing against her clit, and I could tell by the way she was moving and
moaning that I was slowly driving her mad.
Steph had her hands in my hair as I was doing this, and she brought
my mouth to hers and pushed her tongue hard against mine. As much as I was
having fun playing her, I could take a hint, and I used that as my cue to
push my index finger inside her. She was so wet that I slipped in with
ease, her pussy tightening rhythmically against my finger. The noises she
was making got louder as I started to build up a gentle in-and-out
motion. With each inward thrust, Steph pushed down, and each time I pulled
out she moaned as if that was really not on. I grinned and kissed her again
as I added a second finger, stretching her just a little more. Again she
began to breathe more quickly, and I started to thrust a little harder into
her. I could smell how wet and aroused she was, and it was having a
definite effect on me. I could feel her pussy contracting against my
fingers as she ground her pelvis against me. I used my thumb to start
rubbing her clit at the same time, and when I did that she got even more
vocal.
I could tell that she was nearing the edge, but I had to taste
her. I stopped my thrusting and she protested, but I interrupted.
"Sit on the sofa," I told her, "trust me."
She did as I requested, and I knelt with my knees at her feet. I
pushed her thighs apart and reintroduced my fingers into her, and she made
grateful sounds. Nothing could prepare me, though, for her reaction when I
lowered my mouth to her clit and started to suck. She cried out loudly, and
pushed herself hard against my face. I rolled my tongue over her clit
between my lips as I got back to the thrusting motion with my
fingers. Steph's legs clamped tight around my head, and as I built up the
speed of my motions I felt her pussy go very tight indeed. She held her
breath, then let out one long moan as she flooded my face with her cum. Her
climax seemed to last for a long time, all the while I was lapping it up as
much as I could.
As her breathing slowed, I eased my fingers out of her and rested
my chin on her thigh. I looked up her body at her gorgeous face,
grinning. Steph had her eyes closed and her expression was impossible to
interpret.
When she eventually opened her eyes, she smiled at me, but it
seemed to be a smile with reservations.
"Are you alright?" I asked.
Steph paused. "Yes, I am." Another pause. "I just didn't expect
this."
"Tonight?" I said.
"At all," she replied, "with you, with a woman, any of it. It's
strange."
"Good strange?"
"I think so."
I hauled myself up to sit beside her on the sofa, and gently
nuzzled her neck, aware that I still had a fair quantity of her cum on the
lower half of my face. We sat like that for a while, neither one of us
saying a word. Then, she turned her head to me and kissed me softly on the
lips.
I was still very, very turned on, and though I tried not to make it
obvious, Steph seemed to sense it. As we gently kissed, she ran a hand
across my breasts and down my stomach, to the top of my jeans. I could feel
her fumbling with the button which, to my surprise, she managed to get open
one handed!
"Steph," I said, "you really don't have to do anything."
"I know that," she said, "but I'd like to."
"Ok."
She unzipped my fly and pushed her hand inside my jeans, so that
she was cupping my pussy. I bit my lip. Just the pressure of her palm felt
really good. I was obviously very wet, I could feel the dampness of my
knickers as she moved them against my skin. She seemed hesitant, but that
didn't stop it feeling amazing. When she brought her hand up and then
returned down under my underwear, I could almost have come then.
Her fingers tentatively sought out my clit, which was almost
painfully hard by now. My sudden gasp as she made contact told her that she
was in the right place, and she began to rub it using the pads of her index
and middle fingers. It felt divine. She started kissing my neck and breasts
at the same time, and I felt my body relax and just enjoyed the pleasure
she was giving me.
Considering her inexperience with other women, Steph was doing a
very good job, and before long I was struggling to hold back my orgasm. I
wanted to prolong the sensations she was giving me as she rubbed my clit
and caressed my body and sucked my nipples and kissed me deeply, but I
couldn't. I found myself bucking hard against her hand, and she responded
by rubbing me harder. I came hard against her, thrusting my tongue into her
mouth as I did so, until my clit got too sensitive and I had to pull her
away. Panting, I leant back, and pulled her against me, her head lying on
my chest.
Shortly afterwards, once I had regained the use of my legs, I took
her to bed and she slept in my arms.

We tried. I broke up with Hana, and Steph and I tried dating for a
while. But it became obvious that her heart wasn't really in it, and it
didn't last very long. We did remain friends, but we weren't as close as we
were before, which was a shame. Still, I always had the memories of that
night, and the handful of others that we spent together.
She got married a couple of years later, and three years (and a
fair few women) later, I had an unexpected reunion with Kate. So everyone
got their happy ending.
Of course we all passed!