I am told that I first met Claire on a play date when we were both ten months old. My folks had just moved into a new house in the suburbs and they discovered that the family next door had an infant the same age as me. It was only natural that the new mothers would seek each other out and eventually baby sit for each other since both of them had part time jobs. I don't remember it but I guess Claire and I spent a whole lot of time together as infants. You know how those early childhood memories are. You have little flashes of happy events or drama but you don't have really solid remembrances until around age of three or four.
However, I do distinctly remember baths with Claire. Our mothers would toss the two of us into a tub and then with one of them on the toilet seat and the other kneeling on the floor, they would wash us and then gossip while letting us play with bath toys. I remember Claire's skinny little bod, long blond hair and l think I remember standing up in the tub one day and asking "How does she pee if she doesn't have a penis?" I guess that's when the separate baths started but I do remember that it was still common practice to have us sleep in the same bed when our parents were saving on baby sitters. I remember whispering in the dark and telling ghost stories and then holding her little hand because we had scared ourselves silly.
Claire and I were both a little introverted and shy. Oh we had other friends but my closest friend was always Claire. There was a bond that was forged between us that I didn't think ever could be broken. Physically we even looked a lot alike. We are both natural blonds and had similar slim builds and blue eyes. I guess there was often joking speculation that perhaps our folks had been a little chummy.
I remember my preschool and early Elementary time as carefree and relatively trauma free. There was lots of outdoor play and I guess an emphasis on running. That's probably why I have had a lifelong interest in that for exercise. I even had a moderately successful career on the high school track team. Bullying reared its ugly head in the fourth grade. My dad handled it brilliantly by enrolling me in a martial arts class during summer break. I took to it like a duck to water and when Johnny Henderson tried to shake me down for my lunch money the next September, he found himself pined down on the asphalt playground, arms behind his back and blood pouring from his nose. Needless to say Johnny and his buds left Claire and I alone and after I defended some other friends, them as well. I kept up with the training all through High School and it has served me well to this day. Actually, Johnny became quite the football player and in later life became a friend to both Claire and myself.
Puberty is a stressful and exciting time for a kid. Somehow Claire and I navigated all the emotional ups and downs of adolescence through middle and high school and emerged as a bonded couple at the other end.
On the athletics side we both got involved in the Track program and while neither of us became stars we did well enough to letter in the sport and rely on running as a lifetime principal exercise. We also did very well in academics, I in the sciences and Claire in Liberal Arts. We got involved with enough clubs and extra curricular activities to give ourselves well rounded resumes. As graduation approached we were rewarded with scholarship offers from a wide variety of schools. We picked UW Madison because they had a fine Law School for Claire and an excellent Medical School for me.
When it became obvious to our parents that we were more than just platonic friends, both of us were taken aside for the "talk". Our parents were happy that we were a couple but concerned about premature grandchildren. We of course assured our elders that while we admitted to a little teen age "hanky" there would be no "panky" until we were at least 18 and of an age to responsibly handle all the attendant issues. Not withstanding all of our assurances, Claire's mother eventually took her quietly to the gynecologist and started her on birth control pills to "regulate her periods."
Our 18th birthdays, our first official "panky" act and departure for college all happened within weeks of one another. We eagerly attacked UW with the same organization and planning that we did High School. At 55,000 students we didn't share any classes but we did live in the same dorm for the first three years on campus. I had a single on 7 and she lived in a double on 6. It was a little cramped in a single bed for our tension relievers but at least we had all the privacy we needed. Actually, we got kind of used to sleeping spooned together. Her little 5'1" 96 pound body curled nicely inside my 6'2" 180 pound embrace. My hands on her firm little B's, "little Tom" as we called him in his warm and snuggly home, three to four orgasms and sleep like a baby.
College itself didn't present any great difficulty to either of us. Claire burned up the pre law curriculum and I did the same in pre Med with a Chemistry emphasis. Our school days were segmented into sex, class time, study time, exercise, food and more sex. We did a modest amount of socializing with classmates on weekends, did the obligatory football and basketball games and hoisted a few on State Street but basically our personal world was a party of two.
Our parents fretted about how insular we were. They felt that we were putting way too much attention into just one relationship instead of cultivating a wider group of friends. Most of what they had to say just went in one ear and out the other, our bond was too intense. Once we got to Madison it was too late for them to interfere. We created our own little love world and only later would we realize how dangerous that was.
Claire was a shoo in for UW Law and she tentatively accepted admission pending where I got admitted for my newly chosen career in Medicine. As it turned out I did quite well on the MCATs and had a number of schools to choose from. I of course picked Madison and luckily they also wanted me.
The summer before Grad school was a tough one on our love life. We both had several part time jobs and it was wild trying to match up some together time. Luckily we both had Sundays off and so we maximized our love time then. Aside from some snacking and biological breaks we pretty much just made slow, sensuous love and soaked up each others essence all day long. I know I loved just running my hands all over Claire's fantastic body in a slow sensuous light massage. Her pubic hair was just as fair as the hair on her head and was quite thin. Despite that, it was that summer that we started the practice of severely trimming it back and finally removing it completely.
We both got off on and often reminisced about those baths together when we were toddlers. Claire, as a shaven mature woman, had an absolutely perfect tight clamshell pussy. Her inner lips were tight little bands protecting her clit and vagina and her outer lips were perfect guardians of the foregoing. She loved my tongue work as I explored her treasures and finally isolating her clit. At first when I tongued her she was ultra sensitive and would freak out if I got carried away with her love button. Gradually she learned to tolerate more clit attention and loved it when I would take the little toy between my lips and suck it in and out. If I got it just right I could make her chain orgasm nine or ten times until she would grab my ears and pull me off.
Other than the big event of trimming her pussy we made the parents happy by announcing our engagement. It came as no shock to anyone since we had been joined at the hip and other places almost since infancy. Neither of us was strongly driven to set a date other than "after we get out of school." Since we were living together already and sex wasn't an issue, there was just no reason to hurry into marriage.
Law School was academically easy for Claire but she had issues and a bad case of the nerves when it came to speaking in front of a class. Most of the profs could be arrogant pricks and they loved to embarrass students. Eventually she got over the public speaking issues but I knew she suffered from stage fright when she prepared for class. She had been used to glowing compliments about her wonderful neat scholarship, not obnoxiously challenged to defend her conclusions. Welcome to the UW casebook method of instruction. Eventually she conquered her demons to the point that she was selected for the Law Review staff, a huge honor.
Med School was demanding but one got the feeling that they wanted you to succeed and were willing to help you to achieve your goals. I loved it but the hours of study and clinical work left little time for a personal life and Claire and I had to make serious adjustments once again to our sex life. The first two years of Med School is some pretty intensive classroom and lab work and while challenging it was not really any more difficult than the undergrad program. The fun stuff and the long hours start with the clinical rotations. Third year's program is all mandatory but during the forth you can start to branch into the fields of medicine that really interest you. For some reason I was drawn to Surgery and in particular, Surgical Oncology. During my 3rd year rotation I had assisted in several surgeries in which tumors had been removed potentially saving the lives of the patients. I had also witnessed the followup meetings with the Radiation and Medical Oncologists and became so impressed with the fantastic team approach to saving lives that I selected this field to pursue the lions share of 4th year. The fact that several of the six week rotations were out of Madison did not seem to me to be a problem until it was.
At the end of Claire's third year in Law School she graduated with high honors and with her Law Review credentials was offered a clerkship with one of the Wisconsin Supreme Court Justices. These are plum jobs and make getting a lucrative law firm job a snap. I whole heartedly supported her accepting the position and besides, I had one more year of Med School.
In July I started my first rotation in Oncology and damed if it wasn't at Sloan Kettering in New York. I would be gone for 6 solid weeks and Claire didn't take it well. She was busy with her clerkship but nights were lonely. We had been a sexually active couple forever and abrupt chastity was a shock to our systems. I was busy on a random 24/7 basis but managed to jerk one off in the shower every so often. Claire had more regular hours and too many idle hours spent dwelling on her depression. She had tried to set up a SKYPE or just a phone schedule with me but my off schedule never seemed to coincide with her free evenings. We were left with text messages and email.
My rotation at Sloan Kettering was absolutely fantastic from a professional point of view. I did very well in my evaluation and I was now convinced that Oncology was going to be my first choice for Residency. I had established contacts with a number of Fellows and Surgeons from Sloan, and MD Anderson in Houston. That could prove to be beneficial in the future. I was on a high on the drive home. I had gotten off two days early and was going to surprise Claire.
I pulled up in front of our apartment after my 16 hour drive at 1:00 AM on a Saturday morning. Leaving my suitcases in the trunk I parked in the visitors parking because some asshole was in my assigned spot next to Claire's car. I was tired, pissed off but eager to see Claire as I entered the building and made my way down the hall to our apartment. I opened the door and was immediately overwhelmed by the distinctive smell of sex, specifically pussy. The Living room was littered with a mix of drink glasses, beer bottles and clothes. At least two men had contributed pants, shirts, suit coats and shoes. I quickly noted a feminine looking blouse, skirt, slip, and a black bra and panty set that I recognized as looking like the one I had purchased for Claire's last birthday. As I took in this scene I unconsciously started moving to the bedroom to get the rest of this nightmare over.
What I saw as I looked into the room would be fused into my memory. My angelic fiancé, my soul partner for almost 25 years was on all fours on our bed. Hanging onto her hips as he fucked her from behind was a studious looking guy wearing Harry Potter glasses. Another slightly more athletic guy was feeding a respectfully long cock into Claire's mouth as he pulled and twisted her proud nipples.
