The Sleepover

I first met Berlinda when interning at a New York hospital. I was fresh out of medical school and during my first year, I was assigned two months in General Medicine. General Medicine encapsulated the Leukemia/Lymphoma ward, as it was the most depressing rotation in medicine, and no self-respecting medical resident would be caught dead taking on more oncology than necessary. Of course, I was an intern, and so I had no one to argue my rights. So hem/onc it was.

A large part of medicine is comprised of social workers. If you're smart, you'll learn to befriend them, as they facilitate your working life by getting patients into nursing homes and off your census list. Above them is the nurse manager, who keeps track of a patient's stay and determines if there was a more better use of the hospital's resources (i.e. get them out sooner). Berlinda was one of these managers.

As it happened, we bumped into each other one day on the hem/onc floor and introduced ourselves. Berlinda was the nurse manager for part of the adjacent unit and we ended up working side-by-side. She was slightly older than I was but had distinct features that made her uniquely attractive: she was tall for an Asian woman - about 5'6, taut, athletic body, long, thick, black hair and a ready smile. I've always been attracted to Filipina women and so was instantly smitten. Berlinda had a very slight accent which enhanced her exotic features, but more than anything, there was a smoldering feature to her. I can't quite place it, if it were her looks or something more ethereal; she just exuded sex.

One day, I saw her working at a computer in the nurse's station and so I came up to her to say hello. She was sitting down and I came up on the other side of the counter and leaned over. I noticed her watch - she wore an expensive Cartier that she tried to convince me was a fake. When I pointed out the features that met it real, she smiled broadly and said she was impressed. While we were talking, I noticed that her top was a little low cut and from my vantage point, I could clearly look down and see her ample cleavage. I tried to be subtle about it but when your eyes keep going back to the same place, it's just a matter of time before you get caught. And I was. Red-handed. Berlinda was in mid-sentence when she stopped speaking, and when I immediately looked up, I saw her looking at me knowingly. My face flushed and I tried to change the subject, rambling on to distract her. The conversation somehow shifted to rock climbing, something I've tried a few times and really liked, but had a difficult time keeping up with because of money (lack thereof) and time (ditto). Berlinda was an avid rock climber and we talked about getting together sometime to climb. Innocent enough I suppose, as I was dating someone and also had no idea if she was dating anyone, or even what her sexual preferences were.

But apparently, it wasn't meant to be, as my rotation ended without us getting the other's contact information, and I was next assigned to the cardiology service, which generally operated in a different part of the hospital.

However, one day, while doing a preliminary consult, I ended up on the hem/onc floor. After finishing my consult and waiting for the fellow to show up, I went to the nurse's station and saw Berlinda. She smiled at me, and gave me a hug. We exchanged numbers with the intent of making a date for the long-delayed climb.

A few days later, I met her in the lobby at the Sports Club LA and together we went upstairs to the indoor climbing wall. We took off our jackets - she was wearing a tight white top that tied around behind her neck and yoga pants. As she began to stretch, I stole glances at her body but she felt my gaze and simply smiled and turned away. We did a fair bit of climbing that day and took turns climbing and belaying each other. She said I was a good climber and she was only being kind - she was much, much better than I was. I learned techniques from her but most of all, loved watching her climb. After the work-out, my hands were cramping so much I couldn't even grasp the door properly, and she laughed and opened the door for me. It was embarrassing for me, but I swallowed my pride, walked to her street, hugged her, and walked back to my apartment.

The following Saturday night, we met up at the local bar for a drink. We sat at the bar and made conversation that lasted a few drinks. Midnight came around and we got up to leave. I dropped her off on her street and went home. As I opened the front door of my apartment, my phone rang.

"Hi, it's Berlinda."

"Oh, hi."

"What are you doing?"

"I just got in my apartment."

"I had a nice time tonight."

"Thanks. I did too."

Then there was a long pause.

"Can I ask you something?" she asked.

"Sure thing,"

"Did you... did you... expect anything to come out of tonight?"

"What do you mean?" I answered, sort of knowing what she was driving at.

She took a deep breath. "Did you expect to have sex with me tonight?"

"Uh, no," I stammered, surprised at the bluntness of the question.

"Good," she said. "I wasn't planning on having sex with you either. What are you doing now?"

"I just got home and was about to take a shower and go to sleep."

"Do you want to come over?" she asked, "Not to have sex or anything. But just to come and sleep next to me."

"Huh?"

"Would you like to come over and sleep with me?"

"Let me get this straight," I said. "You want me to come over and sleep with you, but not have sex?"

"Yes," she said.

"Sure," I said, "it's always better to sleep with someone than sleep alone..."

Berlinda gave me her address and apartment number. I literally sprinted all the way to her place through the cold and snow and arrived at her building. She had already left instructions with the doorman, so he pointed me towards the elevator and up I went. When I knocked on her door, Berlinda immediately answered, wearing a long white T-shirt, which I wasn't expecting. With no bra underneath, I could make out her nipples underneath the material.

"Did you think it was a strange request?" she asked.

"Hmmm... not really, I guess..." I answered, while taking off my clothes. "It was like a friend asking you for a favour."

Since the rules had been established that night (no sex), I made no assumptions. Instead, wearing only my boxers, I crawled into bed with her. She was lying on her right side and I came up behind her and spooned her, slipping my arms around her waist. She was asleep within minutes, and even though I had a massive erection, I eventually passed out.

In the morning, we didn't talk much about it and I left her at her apartment. I wasn't sure what to do in that situation so I did what I thought any gentleman would do.

However, the same incident occurred the following Saturday night. I came over to her apartment, took off all my clothes except my boxers, and slipped into bed next to her. I wrapped my arms around her, and although I tried not to spoon her too close, I had another huge erection. "It's now or never," I thought to myself, as I brought my hands down to her waist and then back up underneath her shirt. My fingers began caressing the contours of her breasts and then slid up to explore her nipples.

"What are you doing?" she whispered.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked.

"No," she breathed.

My hands moved down the sides of her body and into her shorts. I traced the smooth outline of her ass then the outside of her legs. My hands then moved back upwards, this time on the inside, momentarily brushing up against her pubis. She exhaled deeply. My hands went down again and I felt the smooth, hairless mons, then the soft folds of her labial lips. I pushed my index finger down on her clitoris, causing her to gasp as she turned to me and kissed me deeply.

She maneuvered herself underneath me and felt my arms and chest with her hands as we began kissing harder, tongues at first tracing the outlines of each other's teeth then lashing against one another, probing as far down our throats as we could get them. Berlinda's hands made their way down my back and pulled down my boxers. Her right hand came around the front and began stroking my dick.

"Do you have a condom?" she asked.

"No," I lied. I had brought a few just in case but didn't want to seem presumptuous.

She got up and went to her dresser and pulled out a roll of foil. She ripped it open and handed it over to me to put on.

This brief interlude did nothing to temper the lust I was feeling. I grasped my penis, pulled on the condom, then maneuvered my dick so that the tip was between the lips of her pussy and slowly slid it in. Berlinda gasped and began rocking her pelvis against mine.

Midway through she got out from underneath me and climbed on top. She straddled my penis and squatted with her feet flat on the bed. "I like to watch it in me," she said, as she bent herself over to watch my dick go in and out of her pussy. She began moaning, softly first, then louder. Realizing that she was someone who really enjoyed sex, I came out of her and brought her into the living room where I pushed against the wall. Berlinda took my dick in her hand and pushed herself on top of me. As I fucked her against the wall, I suggested we go out in the hall. She was alarmed. "Definitely not!" she said, and told me her next door neighbour was another nurse who worked at the same hospital. We fucked for hours that night in that position, hot and heavy, her back against the wall with my hands supporting her ass as she wrapped her legs around my waist.

The next day Berlinda invited me back to her apartment to watch a movie. We sat on either end of the couch and began watching the movie. Halfway into it, I pulled her towards me and began fondling her breasts through her shirt. I pulled down her jeans to expose her white thong. I lifted the ends up and began kissing her labia underneath. After a few minutes of going down on her, she pulled my jeans down and began sucking my dick while stroking it with her left hand.

It began to get more heated, as I bent her over the couch and entered her from behind. Berlinda began to shout encouragement in the way of "Fuck me! Fuck me! Harder! Harder!" We moved across the apartment while I was still in her, and when we made it to the bed, she toppled over the footboard with her ass in the air and told me to fuck her, which I had no problem doing until her dog crawled onto the bed and lay down watching us. Berlinda grinned when she saw this and I kept thrusting into her from behind, but when she reached orgasm, she yelled out, "Mommy's coming! Mommy's coming!"

Weird.

Berlinda's apartment building faced another residential building, about a hundred feet away. She told me that she kept her drapes drawn because she had seen a man with a telescope looking in her direction. I upped the ante, and with all the lights on, I brought her over to the full length window in her living room. I inserted my dick into her and pushed her against the window.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"We're giving him a show he won't forget," I replied.

With her palms flat against the window, she bucked and writhed as I fucked her from behind. I couldn't tell if the peeping Tom was watching but anyone in that whole building could easily see us. Berlinda enjoyed it, saying it was the best fuck of her life, clearly aroused by the possibility of someone (or many someones) watching her.

One night we met to have dinner at Totoya, a Japanese restaurant on 1st Avenue. She was late and came wearing a low cut red blouse that showed off her ample cleavage.

"Do you go to work wearing that?" I asked.

"Yes, what's the problem?" she said.

"It's a little distracting to your male colleagues," I answered.

"Well it's good I don't tell them about the panties I don't wear sometimes," she replied.

Check please.

She just smiled. After dinner, we went back to her apartment and had sex in the bathroom while watching ourselves in the mirror.

One time I decided to test her limits by asking her for anal sex. She refused, citing the reason that she only did it with serious boyfriends. Her last time was at a Sandals resort with her then boyfriend. They were drunk and he slipped it in her ass (mistakenly, of course). I kept asking her if she enjoyed it, but she avoided the question.

Later that night, we were having sex doggy-style when I told her I wanted to fuck her in the ass. Without much hesitation, she said "yes." I couldn't believe it but did not want to lose the moment. I thought we should get lube but Berlinda said, "just do it." Her juices were still on my dick and so I put the tip at the entrance of her asshole and slowly pushed myself in. I slid it up all the way in and proceeded to thrust in and out. Berlinda moaned softly and still on all fours, rocked her body in rhythm to my thrusts. In the darkness I could see the outlines of her back muscles as she pulsed with every pleasurable wave. I can't begin to tell you how good it feels to fuck someone in the ass who enjoys it.

It soon ended after that. She wanted commitment, which I couldn't give her but another lover could. And so I later learned that the anal sex was somewhat of a going away present from her to me. To be honest, I couldn't think of a better gift to receive.