The Bridge Ch 04 Hershey Onward

The Bridge -- Chapter Four -Hershey and Beyond

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This work is copy written by the author.

This work, at times, contains instances of pregnancy, interracial sex, lesbianism, bisexuality, romance, affection and tattoos. There is also a fair amount of action, heroism and family love and fun, down the road. But there will be instances of raw sex and violence as well. But not yet..

Now in the Lesbian Sex category, this story could have easily been placed in and last appeared in the Interracial Love category, and will probably move around as it progresses. Which I will do if enough people like it and comment on it. I'm hungry for comments. Even if they just say good stuff or bad stuff. Thanks.

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Hershey and Beyond

The First Aid Station at Hershey Park was my first real taste of the clinical side of medicine. Until now it had all been academic, but now it was time for the rubber to hit the road. The Station was run by a savvy old Nurse Practitioner who had been coming back to the park every season for years. As a first-year employee my job was mostly boo boos and a lot of hand holding. But we had to deal with all kinds of conditions from resuscitations to heart attacks and everything in between. As we got deeper into the summer, a lot of what we dealt with was overheating and dehydration problems. I became an instant expert on giving IVs. Sally, our Nurse Practitioner was a great teacher. She taught me the basics of critical and emergent care as I rode her hip for the first month as a junior nurse. And a lot of it was with children. My calling.

About three weeks into the season at the Park I got a call from William. There was a munch coming up, and I had the day off so I could attend. I told him I would be there, and he told me he'd call me with the location. It was always withheld until the last minute, for some reason. When I asked him what the dress was, he said very, very casual. So, I went to the Hershey Park Store and bought a white tee shirt dress with a big Hershey Kiss in the middle. Perfect. I wanted my Queen of Spades tattoo visible for this occasion and you could just see it through the thin, white material. It was just to the right of the kiss as you look at it. Along with the dress I wore my beige Espadrilles. No bra, no panties. And just to seal the deal I wore my black and silver Queen of Spades earrings. Make no mistake, I was trolling, and I was trolling for someone black.

When William called me back, he told me there would be a hundred-dollar door fee and it would be at the Hotel Hershey. Follow the signs to the Two Spirits meeting. We had the room from one to five. And it would be a stand-up meeting, which meant that there was limited seating for tables, and only non-alcoholic drinks would be served. It all seemed a bit secretive to me, but it was time I got in touch with my community, and I was looking to find me a girl. One who was looking to find me.

When I got to the Hotel Hershey the signs made it easy to find the meeting room. As I entered, I found there to be about fifty people milling around talking to each other in various stages of casual dress. Mostly jeans and khakis for the men, the women in jeans and summer dresses. The split was about eighty/twenty, mostly men. And before I got to the middle of the room I knew exactly where I was heading. I saw William with two other black men and a black woman. Everyone else in the room was either white, Hispanic or Asian. I made a beeline to William's group.

The black woman was very attractive, if not a tad thick in the hips and a bit busty. She had a very pretty face, and she was dressed in a cute yellow sun dress that complemented her cocoa color. Immediately I felt an attraction. I went right up to her and stuck my hand out. "Hi, I'm Hannah." She gave me the once over and took my hand and gently shook it. "Rachel," she said. "A couple of biblical names."

"Well," I said, "Let's get biblical."

Everyone around us laughed. And everyone knew what I was doing. And nobody had a problem with it. I had found my people. Everyone moved around the room and chatted each other up. Talking about events, and parties and who is doing what in the community. All very normal stuff. It could have been a PTA meeting it was so staid. And just like in junior high school, the boys were with the boys and the girls with the girls. Rachel and I moved around the room together. Where I went, she followed. Not touching but obviously wanting to. Our auras were certainly colliding.

After chatting with a couple of the gals about an ongoing Friday night cocktail hour and exchanging contact information, Rachel and I broke off from the group.

"Hannah, do you have some place we can go?"

"We can always go to my place."

"I have a roommate and she's straight, so it's awkward."

"Then let's go to my place. I can make us some dinner and we can spend some time getting to know each other."

"That sounds great. I'd like that."

"Great, but I want to say goodbye to William first."

"Yeah, me too."

We made our way through the crowd and William was talking to a pair of white men who were really putting the moves on him. We pulled him aside and I gave him a kiss on the cheek and a big hug. Rachel gave him a hug and whispered something in his ear. He smiled and as she walked back to me, he gave me a big thumbs up. When she reached me, I put out my hand and she took it. We walked out of that room and to my car hand in hand.

The ride to my apartment was all but silent, but out of the corner of my eye I could see she was watching me the whole time. We took the steps up two at a time, and when we closed the door behind us, she reached into her handbag and pulled out her medical clearance card, showed it to me, then stuffed it back in. I pulled mine out and she told me I was much better looking than the picture. I threw the card on the kitchen counter, grabbed her by the cheeks and pulled her mouth to mine. The kiss said that I meant business. She returned it with one that said so did she. She took both my hands and drew me to the sofa, and we sat down and went into full blown make out mode. The more we did it, the more passionate it became.

She stood up and pulled the sundress over her head and she had the cutest little yellow thong on, and no bra. And what a set of tits. Absolutely Ds at least. She didn't have a work-out body, but her curves were delicious, very sexy. Busty and hippy. She wasn't tall, maybe a couple inches shorter than me. Her legs were not long, but they were shapely, especially because she was wearing heels that accented them just right. At that moment there was nothing I didn't want to do to her. The next move was an easy call. I stood up and pulled my Hershey Kiss Tee Shirt Dress over my head and cast it aside. For better or worse, she was going to see what she was getting into.

Her eyes went straight to my tattoo, then she looked into my eyes and smiled. "I think from now on green is going to be my favorite color." In my mind I took that as consent and I walked right over to her, threw my arms around her and gave her the biggest kiss. I pulled her into me and pressed my tits and pussy against hers. My bald pussy against her thong. I immediately got down on my knees and pulled her panties down her legs and found her to have a nice, neatly trimmed bush. Her fragrance, a delight. I stood up and again I pulled her to me, my pussy pushing against hers. I like the way it felt. It kind of tickled. She kicked off her heels and I kicked off my Espadrilles. Now between us we had not a stitch of clothing on.

She slid down my body and embraced my thighs, kissing my vulva and smiling up at me.

"Not here. Come with me to my bedroom. It will be much more comfortable there."

So, I took her hand and guided her to the bed where she lay on her side staring at me. We explored each other's bodies with our eyes and our hands, and occasionally with our lips. She took her index finger and traced the outline of my tattoo.

"Why?"

"I made a commitment I thought I could keep. It didn't work out though. Now I just think of it as a statement of preference."

"Was it a black woman?"

"No, a black man."

"A man?"

"Yes. I'm bisexual. But I've begun to lean toward women."

"He was a mistake?"

"A big one. I don't want to get started on the wrong foot with you so let me tell you."

I proceeded to tell her the whole story about the surrogacy program and my two children and my black lovers and my second's white wife. When I told her the story of Georgia tears welled up in her eyes. She looked me in the eyes with love and gently pushed me down on the bed.

"Lay back, my little snowflake. Let Rachel make it all better."

Then she crawled down my body, spread my legs and worked me over like she was eating ice cream and digging for gold. She pulled my legs up over my shoulders and dived in, letting her tongue do all the work. I was howling within minutes and by the time she stopped I had orgasmed five times.

"I'm sorry, Rachel."

"Why, Hannah, aren't you gonna return the favor?"

"Well, I'm certainly going to try but I assure you I am not as skilled as you."

"Just do your best and I assure you everything will turn out just fine."

I started by making out with her and then working my way from her ear, down her neck to her breast which I clung to like my babies did to mine. She really liked that and when I went to pull my head away, she held it to her breast signaling to me that she wanted more. As I continued to suckle her breast, I reached down to feel her pussy and it was drenched. So, moving from breast to breast, I continued to enjoy that great set of tits while my fingers diddled her eager twat. She really liked that, but I could smell the aroma of her hungry pussy. I could almost taste it and could wait no longer.

I lifted myself up and went face to face with her, kissing her firmly on her mouth and softly on her inner ear. Then I whispered, "relax, I've got this." Then I crawled down between her legs, spread them wide and plunged my tongue into her soaking wet vagina. She let out a yelp and I just went for it, licking up and down her folds and sucking on her clitoris. She grabbed one of the pillows and held it over her face and in minutes she was screaming into it. Then I explored her vagina's inner sanctum until I found that spot that all women relish, and most men can't find. She moaned as I gently stroked it with my one finger, then I inserted a second finger and started to stroke her more vehemently. I could feel her vagina contracting on my fingers as she pushed her hips into the air and screamed so loudly that even the pillow over her face could not muffle the sound that summoned her first orgasm.

She sunk back into the bed, but I was having none of it and kept on going. I finger banged her for another five minutes bringing on her second orgasm, not as strong as the first, but enough so that I knew I was having an effect on her.

I wanted to try for one more, so I deep dived onto her clitoris and sucked it and licked it and her hips moved side to side and pushed against my face. Then I held her down with my one hand on her tummy and my other strumming her clit as vigorously as I could. Again, she held the pillow over her face and screamed and screamed into it until no sound came out of her mouth and she cast the pillow aside, grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up to her and into a very French kiss.

She begged me to stop, claiming she had had enough and propped herself up on the other pillow.

"Apology not accepted."

"Oh?" I said, as I ran my fingers up and down her body from the vulva to her neck.

"Yeah. That was the best head I've had in a dog's age. Especially from a white girl."

"And it's different from a black girl?"

"Ya know, it's been so long I barely remember. Living up here in the sticks finding a black lesbian in Hershey is like finding a polar bear. I used to travel up to Harrisburg to get some black pussy, but it's just not my kind of town. Besides, I really prefer vanilla over chocolate."

"Boy, I'm happy to hear that. I'm going to be in town for the next year and it would be really nice to have someone to keep me warm and make me hot."

"Well, I love the way you taste, and, besides your low opinion of your oral skills, you do an excellent job of making my pussy throb. I'm hoping our schedules coincide enough to keep us both tuned up."

"Me too. As you know, I'll be working at the Park this summer, so I'll be putting in a lot of weekends and I know you are a nine to fiver with weekends off. Then when I start school in September, I will probably be doing a lot of shift work, but I think that will be easier to work around."

"I'm glad you are already planning for the future of a relationship with me. Getting the dykes around here to commit to anything more than a one off is nearly impossible. Sure, there's the cocktail set, but I find myself rarely going home with anyone after one of those little get togethers. Up here in Hershey it's mostly white on white."

"Well, given the paucity of black pussy around here, I think you will find me willing to be available whenever I can be. As I said, I do have a preference." And I pointed to my tattoo.

"Well then, white girl, let's go get ourselves cleaned up and get some dinner, and then maybe I can make sure that you take advantage of a Hershey tradition and make sure you finish it with a chocolate kiss."

We decided to drive to downtown, park in one of the parking garages off Chocolate Avenue and walk around until we found a place to eat. We picked the Iron Hill Brewery which is an old chain that has been in Hershey for years. The place was crowded and a bit loud, but after a couple of beers we really didn't' mind. The food was good, and we mostly saved our quiet conversation for when we got outside. Now emboldened, we walked hand in hand to the car, occasionally staring into each other's eyes with promises of what was to come.

And what was to come was some slam bang girl on girl sex. We put each other through the paces and by the time we had finished with each other we were more than satisfied and the whole place smelled like pussy. Or maybe it was just my face. We lay back to catch our breath and when we finally did, she told me her story.

"Why Hershey?" I asked. "I would think a black girl would feel more comfortable in an urban setting. Especially since the resolution of the Urban Race Wars."

"Well, Hannah, I was born and raised in the Penn Hills right outside of Pittsburgh. It's mostly middle class and pretty well mixed racially. As you know, I went to Pitt for my degree in accountancy and during that time lived in the Hill District, just to get away from my parents and to find the gay community. Between the Hill and Southside, I really found my gay self. I was never attracted to men, never. I'm a proud gold star lesbian."

"But why the Hershey Company?"

"When I graduated from Pitt with a 4.0, I had the ability to pretty much write my own ticket. I applied to a number of companies and when Hershey called, I booked myself a ticket and took the interview. After speaking to a number of their people from HR, up the line to the C suite, they offered me the job on day one. I could smell the chocolate in the air, and I took it. That was eight years ago, and I've been here ever since. The only regret I've had was just not enough pussy."

"Well, for the time being I think we've rectified that little problem."

"Really? As much as I've longed for a long-term relationship it's been nothing but hit and miss since I've been here. I've been through four vibrators since I got here."

"You keep doing what you're doing and I'm not going anywhere, at least not for a year."

"And what about when you want some of that dick that you like so much?"

"I'm gonna have it. But I promise you there will always be enough of me for you.

And there was. We made sure of it. I was working from nine in the morning till nine at night four days a week. That gave me three days a week off, but they rarely fell on a weekend due to the heavy park traffic on Saturday and Sunday when it was usually all hands-on deck. But every day had a night and my sweet Rachel, and I managed to find the time to stay in tune.

After riding Sally's hip for most of May she felt comfortable that I could handle most instances and set me free to handle anything from lactating mothers, a specialty of mine that I was intimately familiar with, to ride alongs with patients being transported to Hershey Medical Center by ambulance. I dealt with lots of dehydration cases, sunburn, cuts and scrapes and even the occasional sprained ankle. The senior staff handled the more serious cases such as heart attacks and broken bones. I learned all about taking blood pressure and blood sugar levels and gave lots of shots. Mostly to diabetics whose insulin pumps ran dry, their cartridges have been lost or broken, or they felt uncomfortable handling a diabetic emergency in a park setting. Mostly though, I brought comfort to my patients. And I really liked that. I'd thought nursing was my calling, but my time at Hershey Park really sealed the deal. I was in it for the long haul.

Rachel made sure that we saw enough of each other by taking vacation days on days that I had off, and on the days we couldn't make work, I'd occasionally spend time with William. It made for a fun summer. The best of my life. Rachel was a great companion and a really good fuck, as was William. In fact, with the help of William, we relieved Rachel of her Gold Star status by drawing her into a three way. It was her first real cock, and, low and behold, she liked it. She was unenthusiastic that he didn't like to eat pussy, but that dick of his put a smile on her face. And I did the rest.

Knowing that September was just around the corner, the three of us made the most of it. Clinics were going to be a grind, not only the hours in hospital but class and the book work that goes along with it. I did my best to prepare her for what was to come. But she just couldn't see the magnitude of it. William and I sat her down and explained that my clinical year would be hell on me and our relationship, due to the amount of work and the number of hours. Not to mention the great responsibility of taking care of patients. She got it, but not really.

When September hit Rachel and I had one last great slam bang session and then it was all me, the hospital and the books. By the time that session was done there were two sore pussies and four sore tits.

Between September and Christmas was a blur. Even Thanksgiving came and went in the blink of an eye. But Rachel hung in there. We'd do the occasional overnight, but usually that was just to sleep together and hold our bodies close to one another. One time I even fell asleep while she was eating my pussy. Not very complimentary, but I was just beat. If you really like to sleep, I wouldn't recommend being a nursing student.

Sometimes Rachel would come over in the evening and we'd have dinner together and she would sit there and just watch me study. It became very distracting, and I found myself taking an hour to satisfy her hunger before going back to the books, adding one more hour to my sleepless night, and a little more tired the next day at clinic. Fortunately, due to my experience at Hershey Park under the tutelage of Sally, I was well versed at many of the procedures my classmates were exposed to for the first time, so often I sleepwalked through it. I was so good at it neither my classmates nor my preceptor knew I was only half there.