I knew a Michelle once.
We were high school sweethearts.
And we made love like we invented it.
Our home was not far away, I walked when the weather was nice.
Like you, she had curly hair
that painted her face with the pastels of blonde.
She also had big breasts that I loved to kiss.
She went crazy, though. Ran off to college
with my best friend from my school and got married.
They did not last very long. She was crazy with him, also.
In high school she was a cheerleader. She was very sexy in her short skirts.
But she is gone now, somewhere in my very colorful past.
You remind me of her, but with black hair that wraps around your face and falls to your shoulders.
I don't know you more than that. But I fantasize.
You have affected me the same way Michelle did - which is why the character in my story is Michelle.
That way I can do to her what I wanted to. And the same goes for you.
Richard sat across the street and watched where Michelle used to work. She would be getting off soon and he would wait for her. He began to think back, to the day to when he and her first worked together and when they first fucked. She was teaching a group of nurses at the local hospital. He was one of her students. As they moved down the wing she discussed various procedures. Richard watched her as she spoke. She looked back with green eyes. And then she caught him looking at her. She continued talking about the catheter. "It has to be removed like this." Her hands danced around in front of her. The students watched her as she taught. Richard watched her eyes. Her eyes moved from her hands to her students to him. They looked at each other, their eyes fixed. Everything was normal until that moment in time. She knew and he knew. They finished their rounds
When they finished their rounds for the day the group disassembled. As they broke up part and went their separate ways, Richard migrated to Michelle, as if to ask her a question about the class she was teaching.
"Excuse me, Michelle, can I ask you a question?"
She looked around her to see where the voice was coming from. She looked over her right arm and then her left. Her eyes locked on Richard. He was not a large man, average size but well-built and very toned from what she had seen of his arms. The muscles rippled there when he reached for something. She thought privately of what his back must feel like. She bit her lower lip and said "Yes, what can I do for you, Richard?"
"I have a question about catheters. Don't patients sometimes wear a condom catheter?"
"Well Richard, yes they do. When a patient has to have one for a long time they will sometimes have the choice of using a condom." She grinned at the word as she was saying it to. That is not very professional, Michelle, she said to herself. She continued "A tube that attaches to the head of the condom, known as the extension, and runs down the leg to the urine bag and, in turn, needs to be emptied. And the condom catheter should be changed daily. At the same time, you should start a bowel regimen for obvious reasons. Are there any other questions?"
He thought for a minute and then said, "Yes ma'am. Would you like to go for a cup of coffee." He did not ask sheepishly but with confidence and surety. Michelle looked around to see who might have heard. "There is a rule that teachers will not fraternize was students." She said with her voice lowered.
"Who is fraternizing? I only ask you to go for a cup of coffee to cover a couple of other questions." His eyes were innocent, like a puppy dogs.
"Tell you what, Richard" she looked around again "I'm going to run upstairs and get my stuff to leave for the day. And I will come across the street to the Starbucks. Is that okay?"
"Absolutely." He said with a smile.
He waited for the 30 minute he had planned for it to take Michelle to get there. He began looking around at the people who came to Starbucks. There was a college student working on her computer. A grown man was doing something on his phone, probably texting. The baristas were busy with a long line of people. There was soft music playing. The store was very relaxed, everyone enjoying their time to wind down from work or school or whatever. A few minutes later, Richard saw Michelle running across the street. He got up to get in line. He knew Michelle liked cappuccinos from watching her in class. He was going to order two as she was coming in. That would be now. Unfortunately he was not able to move up the line that fast. She was already coming through the door.
She walked up behind him and tickled his ribs. He feigned being surprised and turned around and smiled at Michelle. She laughed back at him. In his mind she was giggling like a little school girl. "Hello Michelle, I was just about to order, cappuccino, right."
"Why yes. However did you know?"
"I've been watching you in class." He did not even look her way. He just kept looking forward at the barista, waiting his turn.
"Well then, I'm going to find us a table." Richard watched her walk away, seeking out the right table. She was a tall girl with a very nice ass, he thought.
She had long black hair like a stallion. It fell down her back towards her ass. And he thought for a moment about that her around her pussy -- if she had any. He got to the front of the line to the barista.