I was crashing over the lip of an amazing orgasm and having my g-spot pounded mercilessly when my boss walked in on me...
Wait, wait, I'm telling this in the wrong order. I probably shouldn't start with the climax (ha ha), but with the beginning. I'll come back to that orgasm...
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My name is Abby and six weeks ago I was finishing my Bachelors of Science in Nursing in Philadelphia PA. I was born and brought up in a small town in Maine and wanted nothing more than to get out of the state to experience life and learn to live on my own. I did a lot of both.
I learned that being pretty and petite meant that I never had to buy drinks for myself and never needed to go long between bouts of sex if I didn't want to. I learned that most girls are bitches and that if you can find a core group of real women to spend your time with that we had deeper conversations and more profound discoveries than I ever did with a man. I learned to work hard, play hard and to find joy where I could.
Studying to be a nurse is hard work, both intellectually and psychologically. The human condition is often scary, sad and unpredictable. As a nurse you learn to compartmentalize the part of you that wants to run away or say "Ewwww" and live in the part of you that can give hard news, clean up bad messes and sit with a patient without feeling all the emotions that crop up along the way. Don't get me wrong, you still feel everything, but a good nurse is able to have those feelings without owning them or holding them close to their center.
My last year of school I lived and worked and studied with a core group of friends, Matt, Kathy and Caitlyn. I had no time for distractions and since I had a healthy sexual appetite, Matt and I started scratching each other's itches and eventually became an item. Matt was smart and empathetic and had no problem being a man in a women dominated profession. We were monogamous for most of our last year and it wasn't until finals and the last push to completion that I found out that the monogamy was all one sided - mine. It turned out that all along I had been the side dish to a main course that was getting married to Matt next May in Delaware.
My emotional compartmentalization helped me through finals, I ducked my head, worked the problem and graduated with a BSN.
When I think back at that relationship, I see that Matt was partially responsible for my current predicament. I'd slept with a lot of men and I understood that all men were not created equal. I'd had fat, thin, short, tall, impatient, impervious and marathoners... And that was just their cocks :-) I like to think that I judge a man by his sense of humor and ability to hold my hair back when riding the porcelain bus rather than the size of his dick... Matt, however, turned out to be a total cock with a tiny dick.
I'm an attractive girl. I'm a redhead with a full head of flowing curls (yes, gentlemen... a natural redhead). I have a tight little body with tiny little breasts and perfect ass. I think my breasts feel perfect in my hands - but I have small hands - and I think my nipples are beautiful when they grow stiff between my fingers. I have flawless skin, almost no body hair and a smattering of freckles in places that most people don't get a chance to see.
Puberty hit long before I was ready for it, and my beautiful pussy was invading my dreams, wetting my undies and getting me in trouble at school. I learned to masturbate early and when I had ready partners, I preferred to have sex often and vigorously.
Here is the part that pisses me off... I can have any man that I want, I chose Matt because I was determined to see past his shortfalls (pun intended) and work on building a quality relationship (plus, he was close, convenient and uncomplicated). Matt's dick was short enough that when he stroked his length into me, not much more than his head got in and a passionate thrust was often accompanied by him pulling back too far and needing to be directed back into my wet embrace. I put up with that for most of a year to discover that Mister Short Stroke was sharing his best efforts with another girl.
If I had known, I'd have taken a whack at Kathy or Caitlyn - just to mix things up!
Long story short (yes, again), my little cunny had not been truly filled, stem to stern, in quite a while and even worse I might have forgotten where my g-spot was...
Fast forward to now... I've come home from school, a little fried from this last year and hoping to get some parental nurturing while I get my next step together. Mommy and Daddy were glad to have me back while making it clear that life had moved on for them and my room was destined to be converted to my father's golf room. I knew that I wanted to work in a bigger city and perhaps specialize as a Family Nurse Practitioner, but I needed some time off before I jumped back into total independence and responsibility again.
My mother informed me that she had heard that her Gynecologist had lost a nurse and within days I had applied and gotten accepted. I could live at home, work part-time, keep my skills up and search for jobs in Philly or Boston in my spare time. It seemed like the perfect respite.
The work was easy and my boss was a nice guy. He ran Martin, MD with his wife and a staff of rotating nurses... we often had three to six nurses on staff depending on the schedule and time of year. Dr. Martin introduced himself as Robert but pronounced it like Roberto... both he and his wife looked foreign, had dark hair, olive skin and the slightest accent. I learned from the other nurses that they both came from Spain, that he had gone to medical school in the US and that they had opened their practice in Maine out of love of the countryside.
Dr. Martin was a good doctor, but was hard to look at - his face was flat, his nose a lump, and he suffered from childhood pockmarks that scarred him for life. I would have said he was unattractive, but only when his face was in repose. When he spoke, his eyes lit up and his face took on a character of its own. I imagine that it was this second face that his wife fell in love with.
Connie, his wife, was not much bigger than me in size but seemed to tower in any room she occupied. She was capable, smart, decisive and walked around the office with the attitude of a lion tamer. I can imagine her with whip in one hand and chair in the other, nurses cowering and ready to do her bidding. She was always impeccably dressed... four inch heels, skirt, and belted blouse - often with the collar up. I have never seen her without being completely put together... makeup, jewelry, scent and attitude.
