So, this was going to be my first day in unsupervised practice. I was the newly qualified junior dentist arriving at my first practice and eager to learn. The practice principal, 'Bill' had persuaded me to visit prior to starting work there to get to know the staff. The receptionists and my nurse in particular, were very friendly and told me if I needed anything, I just had to ask them.
My nurse in the surgery was called Ellie and she seemed very eager to please as she had only started a couple of months before me, having qualified at the local dental school and then wanting to work in practice rather than just gain qualifications and climb up the academic University ladder. As she looked at me she dipped her head and lowered her eyelids to raise them again and look at me right in the eyes. I didn't know whether this was a challenge and wasn't going to make it one, so I looked away. Apparently, she was 19 years old and she was very pretty, in an innocent sort of way and had a lovely smile that she used frequently, if not all the time.
There was an older, and a fair bit older, senior sort of receptionist who was considerably more senior than the rest of them, although not the oldest. I was incredibly nervous and wanted to be friends with everyone, not surprisingly, to try to make things run smoothly. To that end I asked for help from the nurses and receptionists so that I could "bed in" and start my career. A few eyebrows were raised by the use of the words 'bed in'. There were several staff there and all were eager to help and so, when I started a few days later I quickly fell into the routine and started enjoying my newfound independence, particularly the financial side.
I bought an apartment in the city centre and a gleaming mustard coloured sports car, a Lotus Evora with the savings I had made from my first job as a trainee in London after qualification.
The older lady there was called Jen and we worked together: her looking after the non-clinical side of what I did, she was one of the receptionists and a few years older than me, in fact in her early thirties, I guessed. Whilst I was a newly qualified 24-year-old, she was very nice, almost 'Mumsy', and kept herself to herself. She kept the younger nurses in check, almost as I said, like a mother, and helped out at reception although she had no dental background and she looked after my administrative problems, so I could concentrate on clinical things. All the patients loved her as a friend in what could be a stressful time, a visit to the dentist. Her husband, I soon learned, was an accountant and we met and arranged for him to keep my accounts for me. Although I worked for another dentist's practice, I was technically self-employed and he kept me out of trouble with the Inland Revenue; and Jen acted as the go between asking me to bring over papers relating to the business side of dentistry with her passing them on to him to organise. She always smiled when she asked me to bring them over and we always had a quick chat as she invited me in, usually on a Friday afternoon or evening, after we had finished work.
She was 5'3" tall, with straight, light brown hair cut short to just above her shoulders, so a longish 'bob'. She was tanned and lithe, without an ounce of fat on her. Her legs were long and shapely what I could see of them, but she hid them under prudish dresses that only showed them when she sat down and the dress rode up to her knees. Her voice was soft and motherly, and she was indeed a mother to two children, both boys and both early-teens and she always seemed quite contented and happy, a smile on her face and devoted to her family. Jen enjoyed chatting with the other practice staff, including the boss, with whom she used to flirt but never more than that. I was the opposite.
Amy, my girlfriend from University had dumped me to go to work as a lawyer in London after I had finished my vocational training there, where we had shared a rented flat. So, no girlfriend and no-one I knew. I had lots of money, a nice apartment in the city centre of Manchester and a very hot sports car. Nothing more and no-one to share it with. It was start all over again time, but I didn't know where that was going to happen. All of it made me quite depressed: having thought I'd found my life partner then being dumped and was now on my own. Except for my parents and they thought I was better off without a woman in my life, mostly I suspected, so that I could look after them, with my money. They were always mercenary when it came to money.
My nurse Ellie was very eager to please and all I had to do was literally ask. It was really that simple. She was always polite, and I hardly ever had to ask for an instrument, she seemed to know when whatever was needed before I did. I had only to ask for something once, the next time she had it to hand and ready. In gaps between patients she would chatter away about her family, apparently a very pretty older sister and younger brother who she would act as babysitter when her parents went out at weekends. It was her that made me the regular coffee during the clinical sessions and it was her who brought me my daily newspaper. Her best friend, she told me, was called Jasmine and from what she said they were inseparable. Every night she would visit Jasmine or Jasmine would go around to Ellie's house, often for a sleepover where they would discuss all things girlie. On one or two occasions Ellie would even ask my opinion, and I got a smile if she agreed. She seemed to have one problem and that was with Jen. She changed when Jen was around, almost seeming to resent her presence, and Jen talked to me often regarding my books and accounts which her husband needed to keep up to date.
I had been there a couple of months as we bumped into each other on a Friday morning as we arrived. Jen moved over to walk in with me and asked what I'd been up to this week. Nothing, as usual was my answer as I held open the door for her to go in first. She thanked me as we went our separate ways, her to go to reception and take off her coat and me to go upstairs to change into my clinical tunic and trousers. It was the first time we had arrived together, and she seemed keen to talk. She genuinely sounded disappointed that I had no girlfriend and asked if there was someone I had my eye on, to which the answer was no, no-one. She looked at me, straight in the eyes. I felt as if she was examining my soul, looking inside me.
It had all started after I had been working at the practice for those few months. We talked more and more about everything, the weather, girlfriends, places to go and see, and food. We quickly discovered that we shared similar tastes in many things, especially food. Both of us were fans of Italian food, and not just pasta and pizza. To my mind pizza was just glorified cheese on toast with leftovers sprinkled on top.
Then we would talk about travel and places we would like to see, mainly Italy initially but Jen had the ambition to travel to the Holy Land and see Bethlehem, Nazareth and the Via Dolarosa, the route Jesus walked to the crucifixion carrying his cross. But it was just an ambition because of the problems in the Middle East. Over the next month or so we became more and more friendly, particularly as we needed to meet outside working hours for me to deliver paperwork to her husband, at home for my accounts. Jen told me about their holiday the year before to the South of France, to Nice and St Tropez and she offered me a drink, beer or wine. I took the beer option and she went into the kitchen to return carrying a beer for me and a large glass of wine for herself. I took a sip of the beer.
"St. Tropez. That's where they have topless sunbathing isn't it?" I asked.
"Yes, why do you ask?" She replied.
"Did Paul take any photographs?" I asked.
"Why?" Jen replied with just a hint of coyness. I think she guessed what I was going to ask her and looked quite pleased with herself.
"I'd like to see them, particularly if you were topless." I asked and blushed immediately.
Jen laughed at me blushing. "How red would you go if I was topless and I let you see them?"
"Try me? How red would you go?" I challenged her.
"Maybe I will. And how red I blush depends on who's looking at them."
After that we started talking more and more and we seemed easier with each other's company. We started exchanging glances with each other, she was after all a very attractive woman but then we would turn quickly away when the other looked over. After a few weeks the glances became longer until we could look at each other, in the eyes, particularly when we talked, which was now every lunchtime. At lunch she stayed at the practice instead of going off shopping and I found she sat next to me more and more, moving closed if there was no-one else in the staff room, touching gently on our bare arms when no-one could see us. She would stand close to me as I filled in the seemingly never-ending paperwork, close enough for her breasts to touch my upper arm.
One time I pressed back, and she pressed harder; I could feel their firmness as she held her position. I found myself surprised that I liked it, so I moved my arm to and fro very gently and very slowly, rubbing against her and again, she pressed back, and I'm sure I heard a small gasp escape from her lips so I assumed she was enjoying it as well, the way she leaned forward and pressed back with her whole body. These contacts became more and more frequent at lunchtimes when no-one was there to see.
I could feel the lace on her bra through her blouse rubbing against me and she started swaying slightly back and forth, pressing onto my arm, then the boss came in and she stepped smartly back, and I distinctly heard her whisper 'shame' as she backed quickly away. Finding myself disappointed that she had moved away I turned round to look her in the eyes and was rewarded with a smile, which I thought was really rather sexy. I was beginning to look forwards to the next of each of these surreptitious contacts
The boss saw nothing and didn't realise what had been going on, as Jen stepped quickly out of the office and said, "I'll leave the rest of these to sign when you've finished today, and I have those holiday snaps you wanted to see as well," and gave me a lovely smile. "I'll drop them in your briefcase, so you can look at them at home." She emphasised the word 'home' as if to say don't let anyone else see them. As she left she pointed at me and mouthed the word home to make sure I understood. "They're on a CD."
