This is one of those things that never happen to people like me. One of those once in a lifetime things that everyone hopes for and dreams about, but in the reality of things never actually happens. Let me start out by saying this, my name is Rachel Taylor and I'm a doctor in New York City. I'm career driven, and until the last few months of my life, haven't really thought about a sex life at all. As a twenty-six year old first year surgical resident, there were a lot of things I had to fight for. Things don't come easy to those at the bottom of the pecking order, and I was trying to prove myself on the daily.
Anyhow, I started my morning with anticipation. I knew what was supposed to act out later that night, and I couldn't wait for it. My feet pounded against the ground as I ran around a corner. Central Park was the perfect place for running if tourists weren't crowding it. This early in the morning, however, no one was particularly interested in crowding the reservoir. Following my morning routine was key on days like this; running helped me keep the anticipation at bay. After my run, I made my way to the hospital I worked at, and went straight to the shower.
I yanked my hair out of the hair bow and let it free fall down my face. The stark blackness of it brought out the deep blue of my eyes, and that was one of the things I loved about my hair. As I walked to the shower, I shed my workout clothes on the floor, and adjusted the temperature before stepping in. The warm water felt luxurious as it flowed across my shoulders and down my back. The fleeting thought of masturbation crossed my mind, and I had to sternly remind myself that I was at work. Quickly, I washed my hair and body to get the sweat smell off of me, and stepped out.
Soon enough I was working, and all I could do was jitter. I saw patients with a clouded mind, and when the day finally ended, I rushed out of those doors faster than I ever had before. I was still in my scrubs, and was only vaguely aware that I needed to change before I got to where I was going. It really didn't matter, they both had an affinity for scrubs. I hopped on the train headed for Queens to meet my lovers. Soon enough, the train had stopped at the appropriate stop, and I stepped off onto the platform. Today, we decided we would role play on location for the first time. I walked down the street, admiring the buildings for the first time.
I had lived in New York for most of my life, but this area of Queens was one I had never been to before. Naturally, I was hyper-aware of everything. I reached into my bag for the slip of paper I had written the address down on, and proceeded down the street until I was standing in front of a rundown, abandoned school building. I double checked the address to make sure it was right, and much to my surprise, it was. I looked over my shoulder before walking in. The halls were littered with various waste, and for the thousandth time that day, I was digging into my scrub pocket for my bottle of hand sanitizer. I squirted a generous amount onto my hands and rubbed it in as I continued walking. Funny thing is, I had no idea where they would be inside here. All the instructions said was to meet them here. I liked the mystery behind it, it made all of this okay.
I walked by the first line of classrooms and there was no sign of them. I began to wonder if I had arrived a bit too early, or if they had decided not to show. But surely that wasn't the case, they had flown all the way from Los Angeles to meet me here. I got to the end of the hall, and walked into the stairwell. The stairs looked old and unreliable, but I walked up them anyways.
The couple I was meeting was named 'Levynne' in the public eye. Adam Levine and Anne Vyalitsyna. They were a smoking hot couple and the story of how the three of us came to be is a crazy one. Basically I had happened to walk by a photo-shoot of hers and ran into Adam. A little coffee here, a little sex later, and all of a sudden they were an open couple and I was their dessert. Worked just fine for me. I reached the top of the staircase, and ventured onto the second floor of the school. The halls were dark and smelly just like they were on the bottom floor, except for up here it was a little cleaner. I scanned the classrooms as I passed them for any sight of Adam or Anne, but they were nowhere to be found.I began to get a little pissed off when I reached the end of the corridor without any luck. Dejectedly, I sighed and headed back for the stairs. Today must not be the day.
Something in me knew that this would happen one day. My interesting sex life would come to a halt right when I thought it was stable and I would get stood up like this. Not to mention I was horny. I passed back by the classrooms and made my way back down the stairs. When I opened the door to the first floor, I had a little hope in me that they had just been late, but I had no such luck as I walked back down the hall. I reached the door leading to the outside world and paused for a moment to look around. The building could have been gorgeous once, and probably had been. I could tell the walls had been deep blue, and the doors had probably been some form of grey or silver. The desks in the classrooms were nicer than what I had in high school, so I was led to believe that this had been a private school of some sort.
I sighed again, turned to the door and started to head out when a pair of arms wrapped around me, pinning my arms against my side leaving me unable to move. Fear shot through me like a knife. I tensed and tried to clear my head all at the same time. While taking a deep breath, I surveyed my surroundings and tried to think of a way out of this mess. Obviously struggling wasn't going to work, whoever had me had me firmly. My only option was to relax, somehow take this attacker by surprise so he would release me.
"You thought we wouldn't make it, didn't you?" Adam's voice came out silky smooth. Relieved, I relaxed fully in his arms, and looked down for the first time. The tell-tale tiger tattoo was stark against the skin of his right arm. He slid his hand up my stomach and cupped my breast. "Didn't you?" His voice was demanding an answer.
"Yes." My voice came out in a breathy whisper. Laughter rolled out of his mouth as he picked me up.
"We would never stand you up. You aren't wearing your outfit, thought we would mess with your head a little."
"Well it worked." I replied. He pressed his lips against the side of my face. His breath was hot; things low on my body started to tingle.
"You want to see Anne?" He began to walk towards one of the rooms. When I didn't immediately respond, he stopped and squeezed my side, "Well do you?"
"Uh-huh," I whispered, and reached for his hand. He continued walking, and sat me down in an unnaturally clean looking room. "Did you clean this?"
"Yes, do you think we would be doing this in a dirty room? Shame on you, Rachel." He laid me out across a desk.
"Wait," I put my hand on his chest, "Where's Anne?"
"She'll be here in a minute, just let me take care of you," He rubbed his face against mine, and kissed me.
In that moment, I didn't care where Anne was. Sure, she was my main lover out of the two of them, but Adam sure as hell knew how to bring it home. His tongue roamed my mouth as his hands roamed my body. He lifted me up to pull my scrub shirt off, and when he had successfully done so, I was lying on the desk almost completely exposed to him. He snapped my bra off and threw it on the floor along with my shirt. He abandoned my mouth and started kissing a smooth line down my face, my jaw, my neck. A cry escaped my throat as he sucked on that one spot just below my ear.
"Adam, please..." I moaned softly as his hands caressed my boobs and trailed down my stomach. He stopped just above my pant line, and started playing with the draw strings. I grunted, and arched my back to give him easier access. The strings came untied rather quickly after that, and he started tracing the line above the pants again. "Good god, Adam, please!"
