Chapter 1: A New Prescription...
My first story, please give me tips!
Author note: The main character's name is pronounced: Shar-me-on.
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Charmion groaned and pounded her fist on the steering wheel. She was tired. She hadn't slept in days; her sexual tension was killing her. She wanted to have sex so bad, she was so curious. At 22 she was old to be a virgin, but she wanted her first time to be with someone that she cared for. She didn't have to love him, but she did have to care for him and vice-versa. Plus, Charmion never had anytime for men. She was focused on her career. She was a first-year medical student at Harvard University and was planning on becoming a cardio-thoracic surgeon. Charmion had set goals for herself and she wasn't going to let men mess them up.
Charmion also didn't like men because she felt uncomfortable around them. She certainly was not shy. In fact, Charmion was very opinionated. She was very active in politics. She was extremely active in Barack Obama's campaign. Something about men made her uncomfortable; made her second-guess herself. Maybe it was her high school years that turned her off men for a while. During high school, Charmion had been awkward. She was 5' 10", flat as a board and was as skinny as a green bean. Her deep ebony curls were always frizzy. Her ivory pale skin made her look sickly. Everyone made fun of her. They teased her about her height, her pale skin, and about her name. The teasing had been traumatic her freshman year. Before she had hardened she was close to suicidal. One guy, Aiden Santiago, four years older than her, had made her life hell. He was beautiful. He was 6'4 and had dark hair. He was part Greek part Argentinean. In other words, a God. He took teasing Charmion has his personal job and right. Everyday he would stand by her locker and tease her or he would leave mean and cruel booby traps. Life had been hell. After he graduated, Charmion had hardened and focused on school. She went to Brown University and learned Spanish, French, and Italian. She had double majored in art history and chemical engineering. She had also bloomed.
Charmion was breathtaking, regal. She had learned to tame her ebony locks. Her curls now fell down to her bottom. They cascaded like a waterfall. She had finally gotten breasts and they stood erect and proud, they were a full 34C. Her hips had widened, so she had equipoise, depth, and curve. Her pale skin was flawless and glowed. Her brown eyes were rich and emitted a combination of innocence and sagacity. Pilates and running kept her toned, but not too muscular. Her second job had everything to do with her confidence.
In between school, Charmion was a lingerie model for Agent Provocateur. She only took jobs that didn't conflict with her many internships or class. Nothing gave her more pride that opening the catalog and seeing herself in the sexiest lingerie in the world. She got so wet imagining what men were thinking. She also loved the runway shows. If it weren't for modeling, Charmion would have never been able to visit Paris, Milan, or London. Plus, she got tons of free lingerie. Her closet was filled with corsets, g-strings, vintage stockings, and 4-inch heels. She sighed when she released she had no one to show them off to.
