A/N - Thank you for joining me on this journey of love, lust, romance, and hopefully amazing sex. This series will include some Sapphic love as well as a small, very small trust of heterosexual. Our protagonist will also engage in some consensual
light
BDSM. If you are not interested in these topics,
I thank you for your time and wish you well. For those still here with us, I hope you enjoy this jaunt. And for the Grammar Nannie's, I do this for fun, not to be ridiculed by you.
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Thirty minutes later we untangled as I made my way to the hall entrance of the room, gathered my clothes and dressed. With one final kiss, I bid farewell to April and Claire. I returned to my room to shower, pack, and check out.
After packing my car, I smiled thinking to myself, this was the perfect three day getaway as my new summer job begins. Next up, my life as a research assistant.
****End of Chapter 1****
As you may recall, Mrs. Bentley my former advisor and lover, assisted me in obtaining a position at Mass General Hospital. I had taken my few days of vacation and enjoyed some time in Vermont. I have settled into my in between educational track and was prepared for new employee orientation, so I thought.
New employee orientation started on an amazingly stressful Monday morning. During the first coffee break, I was brought to a slightly softer and comforting bliss when I first saw him. He wasn't overly tall, maybe 6' 3" but he was broad shouldered, slim waisted. A swimmer's body, I saw his captivating chiseled, square jaw, freshly clean shaven yet sporting an out of style long, thick, and flowing head of red hair. He had so much hair. So long I wasn't able to see the collar of the light blue dress shirt he was wearing.
It just looked wrong but there was something about him, god damn why was I getting turned on?
Over the next few weeks we all got busy in our roles as Research Assistants. Like others in my orientation class, we clung together eating lunch together at times. During our lunch on Friday of week two, we decided to send out a group text inviting all who started with us to meet at the comedy club in the Haymarket area for drinks and the show catching up. We agreed for drinks at 7:30 and the show, which started at 9:00
I was relieved when we decided on a comedy club. I could just dress casually, a blouse and jeans. I wouldn't have to worry too much as I would be in the dark most of the time. At times I just didn't think I was attractive as my other friends and peers.
Coupled with the fact I am slightly older, I would feel a sense of comfort in a darker setting. I really never worried about what I looked like in the past going out. I was just out with my college girlfriends and they were so much more beautiful than I.
Now, I am not that innocent. Growing up I did spend time with both boys and girls, but you knew that. However my time with one or two
boys
I was with really wasn't my priority nor were they satisfying. Boys will be boys, as the cliché goes. My time spent with a woman, specifically a mature and knowledgeable woman was delightful, satisfying, amazing and pure bliss.
There was one very specific mature woman who taught me what love or a woman could be and was. She slowly cared for me and ensured I knew how to care for her.
But yet her career, a military officer took her away from me as she was done with her ROTC instructor stint. When we parted she was as kind, loving and gentle as she could be yet she made certain that she didn't break my heart. She wouldn't allow that.
So, I enjoyed the company of a woman or women, like last weekend. I still desire and dream of what it would be like to feel love from a real man. My education, my path, my passion for who I wanted to become took priority over everything. That sexual interaction could wait once I completed my studies becoming a physician.
Or so I thought.
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On Friday night I drove to Alewife, parked then took the Red Line to Park Street then transferred to the Green Line to Haymarket. I just love the MBTA. It makes my life so much easier living in my folk's home in Concord.
Arriving a little late, I walked in seeing some of the group had already arrived. I was immediately calmed and had a sense of immediate relief. I wasn't over or under dressed. The four girls were wearing jeans, one was in comfy slacks and the three men were in jeans as well. There were varying tops; most were summertime tops colorful and pretty. I had put my hair up into a messy bun not thinking much of it.
We all settled around two tables and took menus for drinks and appetizers. Cara, a beautiful large breasted girl with beautiful sandy blonde hair sat on my left. She seemed to be the social butterfly just engaging with everyone. On my right was Ann, an extremely beautiful Asian woman with jet black hair and dark eyes. Her smile is contagious and dazzling. Her cheekbones sat high on her face. I was mesmerized by her beauty.
Then there was Aaron, holy fuck! Yes the aforementioned redhead with his jutting square jaw and broad shoulders. He hadn't shaved in a few days, the red on his face brighter than that on his head. He was delicious looking. He looked like a real man! Sitting on the other side of Aaron was Dwayne. He was cute, a younger looking man, like I said cute. Not really the ideal man I would want to enjoy an evening with.
We ordered drinks and appetizers and just chatted lightly about each other's past and backgrounds. Some were more open, some were more subdued. After drinks and snacks, we made our way to the comedy club. There was an overwhelming anticipation for the Improv. We would see who would openly want to and be a part of the show if possible.
As we took our seats Aaron sat to my left and Ann sat on my right. Shit, I was nervous. There was whispering in the crowds and among us. Some giggling as we were all feeling pretty good.
At one point I leaned over to Ann and touched her shoulder and whispered to her how I loved her hair. I wish I had a full sheen like hers. I swear she blushed and I knew I felt a shiver.
"I am sorry to have started you." I withdrew my hand and apologized to her.
She turned and smiled. "Hmm no, it's fine. I am glad you said so."
As I sat back up straight in my seat, I felt Aaron touch my shoulder. Fuck me! It was my turn to shiver. His touch was a straight trigger to my nipples.
"You look so much better in your jeans than you do scrubs." He said the only time, outside of orientation; we saw each other was when I was in scrubs at work.
My ego was just inflated; I was thrilled to receive a compliment. I looked at him and smiled, I knew I was blushing.
