(Readers: This is a continuation of a story I posted near the first of the month called "SWEAT."
(Here's the URL: https://literotica.com/s/sweat-16).
That story has received the highest numbers of views, saves, and likes of any story I've submitted so far.
I'm using it as the launch point of a series of stories involving the same characters.
This story, SCRUBS, is a little bit of a slow burn because I'm setting up the series and filling out the characters as I go.
Please enjoy. I look forward to your likes, saves, and feedback.)
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Scrubs
I'm working in my office upstairs at home.
It's about 9:30 in the morning and I hear the doorbell. I check the RING camera and I'm surprised, and pleased, to see that it's my drop-dead gorgeous next-door neighbor. She must just be coming home from work; she's still in her hospital scrubs.
Since it's not another damn solicitor I'm happy to answer the door.
Besides, we DID just have fantastic, frantic sex in my upstairs shower the other day.
I pull the front door open and she sort of peers around it from outside the storm door.
"Hey!" I call through the glass. "Good morning!" I push the storm door open a ways.
"Hi," she says through a brilliant grin.
My head-voice says: (My god, she's un-fucking-believably beautiful!)
"I hope I'm not interrupting..."
"Not at all," I say. "What can I do for you?"
"This will only take a minute, I hope." she replies. "Can I take a minute of your morning?"
"Absolutely!" I say as I step through the open door and join her on the porch.
She backs away a step and rests her gorgeous ass on the porch rail. Lucky porch rail!
"Well," she begins, "let me start by saying this has a little to do with um... with our... um... our... shower... the other morning."
Bang! My mind is off to the races. In spite of the smile, she's pissed. Or she's pregnant. Or she's pissed AND she's pregnant. She's gonna call the cops. She's gonna file charges. She's gonna call my employer. She's gonna go bat-shit crazy and boil a rabbit on the stove or something.
I manage to hold all of that inside, and I think I keep it off of my face.
"I... I remember that... fondly," I finally manage to stammer. "Quite fondly, indeed."
She gives me her perky, smirky smile and her eyes glitter like they did the other day.
"Oh, and I do too," she starts, "...remember it... fondly..." It's a different sort of stammer on her part, but a stammer still the same.
"So..." she begins, and then abruptly interrupts herself. "This is going to sound funny, because I know you've told me before. Please remind me... of your... name?" She finishes with an embarrassed little giggle.
I give a little laugh too, mainly because, as she said, she's told me her name before as well... but I don't remember hers either.
I extend my hand and do a little mock-bow in her direction.
"I'm Randy." And then I look up at her over the top of my glasses and say "... and you are??"
She laughs and takes my hand and firmly shakes it.
"I'm Kathryn. Call me Kate," she declares. She doesn't let go of my hand for a beat or two, and then almost softly releases it.
"So... Randy..." Kate begins again, and then she stops again. She glances around the neighborhood from my elevated porch, and then says:
"Would you mind if we had this conversation inside? Would that be okay?"
"Absolutely!" I exclaim, wishing I had invited her inside to begin with. "Please come in!"
I pull the storm door open and she leads the way into the house.
I didn't realize they made hospital scrubs that fit a gorgeous ass like hers so tightly. But apparently they do.
"Your house is so similar to mine," Kate says as she scans the rooms to the right and left. She moves on into the family room that adjoins the kitchen.
"Tract builders," I reply. "They follow the same damn formula through the whole neighborhood. Can I offer you something to drink, Kate? Coke? Water?... Beer?"
Kate smiles: "Oh, it's too early for me to have a beer. Water would be great, thanks."
Kate sits in a single leather chair that's part of the L-shaped furniture configuration in that room. The chair is deep and she sits just at the edge of it.
She crosses her firm legs and leans forward just a bit.
The top of Kate's scrubs fit her gorgeous upper body as well as the bottoms fit her ass. Her generous boobs are prominent and I can see just the tiniest hint of cleavage below her open collar. It was chilly outside this morning and so I can barely see little nubs of nipples peaking up through the fabric.
I'm reminded of how Kate pressed those same boobs and nipples into my back the other morning in the shower. My cock jumps a little at the memory.
I hand her a bottle of water and sit at her end on a longer sofa against an adjoining wall... the long part of the "L".
"So... what's on your mind?" I inquire.
Kate takes a sip and begins,
"Okay. First off, this is going to be kind of a weird conversation. I've been trying to think of all the different ways to say what I'm going to say... I finally decided I would just come out and say it."
In my mind I'm sliding back to the potential of cops coming to the door or some runner from an attorney's office presenting me with a summons to appear in a courtroom somewhere.
I interrupt her. "Look, if this has something to do with the shower..." I begin. Kate jumps right in front of my next words.
"Oh, it has everything to do with that," she says, declaratively. "That's what got this whole thought process started... for me..."
"Ohhh... Okay," I say. "I'm listening."
Kate utters a short sigh and it appears she's choosing a different starting point.
"I don't think you ever met my ex-husband. Did you ever meet Craig?" Kate asks.
"I did not," I reply. "I think you two had already split up when we moved into this house a year or so ago. I've only seen you and your daughter over there."
"Right... that makes sense," she replies. "He left about three years ago."
Kate steams on: "We got married really early. I got pregnant with Amanda and I was still in pre-med in Nebraska. That's where I'm from... Nebraska.
"From the minute I got pregnant, Craig started ignoring me... sexually. It seemed like he was blaming me for us having a kid too soon. He didn't want children and with my work and my schedule the baby got in the way of his hunting trips and the other shit he wanted to do with his buddies."
Kate takes another sip from her water bottle.
I'm trying in my mind to connect this to me... and our fantastic minutes in the shower the other day. It's not connecting.
"That sounds like..." I manage to croak, "... a difficult way to have a relationship."
"Tell me about it," Kate responds. "It just got worse and worse. It wasn't like he was just ignoring me in bed, he was ignoring me all the time.
"When my mother died, he gave me hug. A shoulder hug... from the side. He felt about as warm about it as a big cardboard box.
"Then I came home early from work one day and he was fucking this bimbo from his office... in OUR bed... MY bed! I saw the divorce attorney the next day, and he was gone by the weekend." Kate realizes that she was prattling a bit.
"I'm sorry," Kate replies. "I get to going about him... when i shouldn't." She takes another sip of water.
"Don't apologize," I add in. "This is a part of who you are, and I'd like to get to know you better."
"Awww... that's so sweet," Kate coos through another dazzling smile.
My head voice, again. (Jesus! How can someone be THAT gorgeous and not have guys hanging all over her?)
Kate continues: "So, anyway... I'm realizing that I'm not getting any younger -- I just turned forty-one -- but my work has me so busy and then there's keeping up with my daughter's stuff at school and doing everything all by myself... I just don't have the time to meet people... meet guys... meet... you know, men."
"O-k-a-y..." I repeat. I have no idea where this is going.
"So," Kate rolls on, "at work -- at the hospital -- ALL the super-cute young nurses... all they can talk about is the sex they had last night or last weekend with their boyfriends or their husbands or whatever.
"I hear them in the break room. I hear them in the bathroom. They're even showing each other videos of themselves doing it, if you can believe THAT."
My head voice says: (You CAN believe it. There are 20-somethings in YOUR life. They just don't live in your house!)
It seem like I should say something, if only to keep this conversation moving in the same direction. If I could only determine the direction!
First it's the ex-husband. Then it's the nurses at the hospital fucking their boyfriends and talking about it. I decide to stay with the super-cute (and apparently super-horny) nurses.
"I can imagine that's a challenge for the nurses to keep focused on their work," I add.
I now think this is about work stuff because I still don't have any idea where this is going.
Kate takes a quick gulp of water, then continues. "Oh, that's fine. Whatever. I'm certainly not judging.
"But what I think I'm realizing is, I don't really know what they're talking about. They use language and terms I've never even heard of. I've been completely out of... what should I say... circulation, I guess... ever since Craig left. And even before he left."
Kate pauses with a sigh, like she realizes I need to know more. She takes a gulp of water, then continues:
"I grew up on a farm... way out in the sticks in Nebraska," Kate goes on.
"My parents were VERY conservative. I think we were in church three times a week, at least. I guess my parents "did it" (she uses air quotes with her fingers) at least once because they had me. But there was never a hint of anything sexual between them.
"My daddy was a dirt farmer... corn and soybeans... so we didn't even have livestock that would screw on a whim and didn't care who was watching." Kate stops and smiles at me, like she's giggling a little in her head about what she just said.
"Because we didn't have that going on in the yard, I started realizing how 'behind' I was in, like, the third grade," she continues. "The boys, and some of the girls, would be in the corner giggling because one of the cows or goats or horses on their farm would be screwing almost anything they could.
"And don't get me started about horse cocks," Kate looks at me.
"Have you ever SEEN a horse when he has an erection?" she asks with incredulity in her voice.
