Chapter One
I heard the question and groaned. First, it was four in the morning, second, she had been doing this all day, evening, and now it appears was continuing it in the early morning hours. My groan wasn't a satisfactory answer, so she asked it again.
"Who is the hottest guy in the locker room?" Anne said again.
"Can we please talk about something else, your plans for tomorrow or I guess today actually? Or how your kids are doing in school, complaints about the lack of housework your husband does, the weather?"
"Oh, so the other evening when you couldn't stop talking about hot guys, or really the anatomy of hot guys, that was a one-time thing? Maybe I should have asked who has the most mouthwatering dick, would that be better?" Anne responded adding a sarcastic smile and a raised eyebrow.
"No, look I just am not comfortable talking about it while we are at work. Hell, I am not really comfortable talking about it all, and you are first person I have every actually talked to about it all." I replied.
"Okay, honestly I am just trying to let you know that you can talk to me about it and it will be fine. No judgements I promise. Although, I do kind of want the scoop on who looks good naked if for no other reason than I have been looking at the same dick for over 20 years and I don't even see that one very much anymore." She sighed as she finished talking.
Anne was my partner. My work partner, we spent 24 hours together on an ambulance, and then got two days off, with an extra day off thrown in every couple of weeks. We were both paramedics who worked for the fire department but honestly the guys and the few girls that rode the fire trucks considered us the redheaded stepchildren. The guys looked down on us, the paramedics, as not being a manly and macho as them. So, we shared the firehouse, the kitchen, the bunkroom and as obvious by our conversation, the locker rooms but never really felt like we belonged.
Anne and I had worked together now for three years. She was married and had two kids, both off to college now. She loved her family and even when she was busting on her husband you could tell there was genuine affection. They had married young and started their family early. Now, in her early forties she was just three years into her dream career that had been put on hold while she had raised her kids.
I was ten years younger than her but because I had been doing this job since I was in my early twenties, when it came to work, I was very much her senior. When it came to pretty much everything else in life, she had fast become the older sister I had never had. Twenty four hours together in an ambulance provided time to talk about all kinds of different subjects and that we did. When we would get around to my personal life though the talks would end quickly. The truth was I really didn't have much of one. I had dated, occasionally, and even had relationships but they never seemed to last very long and never really got serious.
I had recently broken up with my last girlfriend a few months ago. She was a nurse in the emergency room that we frequently transported patients too. At 31, she was a cute girl with a few extra curves and big beautiful smile. She was pleasant, liked to laugh and our sex life was enjoyable but like with previous relationships, when she started to press me about a future, and not getting younger, and ticking clocks, I shut her off and eventually out of my life.
Two nights ago, Anne had come over to my condo for a get away from the husband and kids, social hour. This happened about once every month. Later in the evening, after she had drunk an extra glass of wine and I had drunk more than an extra Jameson and Ginger Ale the deep reason why I would push back when women got serious came out of my lips for the first time. It wasn't from a direct question that Anne asked but part of a conversation about dark secrets.
"So Justine what is your darkest secret? Do you have a surprising kink that gets you going? Or what do you think people would be surprised to find out about you?" Anne asked with a slight slur from the extra wine.
"In general, or specifically related to something? Like I robbed a bank, or murdered someone, or I was a pirate in a past life?" I responded, partly because I wasn't really sure what or where she was going with this. It was also partly because, while I thought I knew what my answer would be, I definitely wasn't ready to say it out loud to someone.
"Have you murdered someone? Or robbed a bank? And if you have how did you ever pass the polygraph to get hired?" She asked.
"No, neither. What is yours? You go first and I promise I will tell you mine. Affair, swinger, secretly a dominatrix, hopefully it something that involves sex." I responded with a big smile while slightly worried I sounded like a perv. Sex talk wasn't off limits for us, but we never really talked about our personal sex lives.
The was a long silence as we both looked at each other. You could sense it was a moment where we each were deciding if we really trusted each other. We were also wondering if what we would confess would result in the other person seeing at the other one differently and if that would affect our friendship and even our work relationship.
Finally, Anne spoke. "Okay. So, when I was in my paramedic class I became friends with this girl named Meghan or maybe we were just study buddies but we spent a lot of time together. She was much younger than me, in her twenties. So anyways, one night after way too much studying we were both pretty tired and also a little wired. I mentioned how tense and stressed I was with trying to get through class, raise two teenagers, keep the house, clean, blah, blah."
I am sure when she first started talking my eyes had gotten larger because I thought I was getting ready to hear about a lesbian fling with her but now I was thinking she was going to confess to using some illegal drug or something and I was a little disappointed. I raised an eyebrow to indicate she should keep going.
"So, she says I might be able to help you with the stress. My roommate and I got really good at giving each other massages when were in college and we always felt better afterwards."
Okay, I thought this is heading back in a good direction maybe.
"Keep going!" I said a little to eagerly.
Anne chuckled "Yea, you want to hear more? Hoping to hear about some girl on girl action?"
"Of course" I said with a big smile. "No judgement, I promise."
"Okay so the bottom line is, yes Meghan's massage led to more than a massage. Wow, I have never told anyone that" she said with a strong emphasis on never and anyone. "Not even Bob knows, and I don't want him to know. I am not sure how we would handle it and I do love him very much."
"So that's it. No details? What is more than a massage? Did you go down on her? Did she go down on you? What was it like? Did you enjoy it? You can't just stop there!" I almost shouted this at her or at least I know I said it very enthusiastically.
Anne laughed and said "Okay, a few details but then it is your turn. And I need to do two things first, one top off this wine glass and two text Bob and say I am going to be very late getting home because I can't drive anytime soon."
I jumped up to go to the kitchen for a new bottle of wine. On my way my mind raced through thoughts of- I can't wait to hear this, will Bob be pissed about her being here and getting drunk, and will I actually confess my deepest secret to her? When I returned to the living room, she was holding her wine glass out towards me and had a slight grin on her face.
"Did you text Bob? What did he say?" I asked as I topped her glass off.
"He just said don't forget you are having breakfast with your mom early tomorrow so don't over do it to much and added a smiley emoji"
"So, details please!"
"Okay, Okay.... If I am honest, I was pretty sure I knew it wasn't just going to be a massage, there was just a vibe that it was more. I remember thinking that I had always kind of wondered what it would be like with another girl, and Meghan was cute, and nice. She suggested we go to her bedroom so I could lay on the bed and as soon as we got there told me to remove my shirt, bra and shorts but I could leave my panties on if I wanted and to lay down on my stomach."
I sipped on my drink and could feel myself leaning forward to make sure I heard every detail. I am not sure why, because Anne was an attractive woman, but I had never really thought about her in a sexual way. It may have been because when we first meet, I was pretty much her boss and I didn't want to cross any lines, maybe it was because she was older, married and mom when we meet. I do know that this evening I was noticing that her t shirt was tight across her chest and that her boobs had a fantastic roundness to them. She also had beautiful blue eyes and a fantastic smile.
She continued on "As I was taking my shirt and shorts off, I turned away from her feeling shy and when I reached behind my back to undo my bra I quickly dropped it and immediately fell on the bed in an effort to have some modesty. I also realized as I laid there that my panties were getting wet pretty quickly."
Okay, I thought, wet panties. That is getting hot and felt myself growing in my shorts.
"So, she ended up bringing some oil out of her bathroom and kind of drizzled it on my back. She spread it around with her fingers and honestly did a great job of massaging my neck, shoulders, and upper back. In fact, it felt so good that the sexual element went away for about ten minutes." She paused to take a long drink from her wine glass while I just sat there waiting to hear more.
"Then as she started to work on my lower back, and my hamstrings, her hands started to roam a lot more. At first, I just thought it was a part of the massage, but she would run her hands up my sides and the tips of her fingers seemed to linger and lightly move on the sides of my breasts. When her hands worked my hamstrings, I could feel her index fingers touch the edge of panties. After this happened a half dozen times I knew it was deliberate and I also realized I had lifted my body up on my elbows so more of tits were accessible and had opened my legs farther."
"Did you want her to touch you in those places?" I blurted out, hoping her answer would be yes.
"Not at first, but it was almost like it was inevitable and my body was almost saying it was in control and wanted her touching in my intimate places." Anne was suddenly a little shy as she said that.
"She took my actions as consenting and I realized that one of her hands was now caressing one of my boobs and the fingers on the other and worked under my panties and were running along my outside lips and touching my...... clit." There had been a several second hesitation to get to the word clit and her face had colored as she said it.
