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This is but the introductory background to the story of my erotic liberation. Necessary reading to appreciate the erotica in the serial parts that will follow.
Dr. Jen.
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I confess to never thinking I would write for Literotica.com. As much as I have enjoyed some of the more realistic stories over the years, it was not until this Covid-19 crisis that I was moved to do so.
I am a 38 year old female physician in day 7 of a 14 day isolation, living in the basement of the home I share with my husband and lover of 14 years. As an Obs/Gyn physician, I was not exactly on the front lines. However, I managed to become exposed when doing my quarterly rounds to check on the ladies of a nursing home the day before one of them fell ill with the virus and the home put on lock down. So here I sit, before my laptop, bored out of my mind and desperately missing both the warmth of my husband’s attention, and frankly, some of his very talented physical attention. Thus, with my husband and best friend’s permission, I thought I would write about how sexually fortunate I have been since I met my husband.
First, let me pick some names for the principal characters of this narrative: I like Jennifer, so I will go with Dr. Jen. My best friend I’ll call Laura. Maybe my husband’s name is Rob; or maybe not, but I’ll go with that unless he tells me otherwise.
Laura and I have been inseparable since grade school, growing up in a small northern Alberta town before our careers eventually brought us south to a large Canadian city. It was a mix of farming and oil and gas revenues that in the 90’s allowed for a prosperous community. Laura was the farm girl, me the townie. My dad was one of the local GP’s and my mom a bookkeeper.
Laura and I were the two bright ones, friendly competitors for the highest marks and making honours all through high school and our seven years at university. It is there I met Rob and our story begins.
Friday’s were pub nights at a number of the gatherings of our university. Most Meds and Law students preferred the weekly “Great Hall” pub sponsored by the student union. One October evening, Laura and I were sitting with many of the kids in my Meds class. The Meds guys were out chasing anything that looked potentially fuckable in the belief that every female was looking to have a “doctor” as her new love.
At the time I was in second year Meds. Laura was in her final year of computer engineering before beginning her Masters degree and was needing some female companionship. That evening, we were joined by a classmate who had dragged over her little brother Rob from across the hall. Rob was in first year Law and had been invited to join her sister if he wanted to meet some “really smart” ladies who wanted to talk about something other than torts and civil procedure.
Up walked this blond 6’3″ good looking man with deep blue eyes, perfect goddamn teeth, and a voice made to moisten any heterosexual porno izle 24 year old female’s panties. The he sat down across from Laura who was beside me. For me, it was love at first sight.
Unlike most of his male peers in the professional schools, Rob was confident but reticent about himself, wanting to know more about each of his sister’s classmates and modestly speaking of himself. He didn’t have an undergrad and had talked his way into the university’s law school with just three years of post grade 12, and I later learned, an LSAT score that put him in the 98th percentile. As he sat across from me and asked about Laura, me, and my classmates about us, I immediately felt this overwhelming attraction to a man who no one would presume from his manner, looks or confidence was three years my junior.
I would describe both Laura and I then as both modestly attractive – at least solid 8’s on the scale of 10. I was 5’9″, Laura an inch shorter. Despite our nerd high marks in school, both of us had been very active in figure skating from 7 to 15 years of age, and we loved riding our horses that Laura’s parents boarded at her farm: Two sports guaranteed with enough effort to produce in us legs and asses most men could only lust for in our faded tight jeans. Laura was slightly bigger on top, but on a good day, I could pass for a large B, or a small C. Neither of us were extraordinarily pretty, but our features were not unattractive.
Rob quickly figured out that he was in a “target rich” environment amongst the female Med students. Laura had a much better success rate at dating, because she was one of 20 females in a graduating class of 230 mostly horny engineers. But female Meds students were a different matter. The reason we female Meds students hung out at the Great Hall without boyfriends was because while we could usually attract males at the other university gatherings for a dance and a quick fuck until they found out we were in Meds and going to be doctors. Unfortunately, usually only the complete assholes remained interested in temporarily hanging out with a woman who was likely not only smarter than him but destined to be the breadwinner of a couple. Yes, the male ego can be a pretty easy nut to crack.
The first thing that I noticed about Rob was not only how he seemed more interested in learning about us rather than telling us about himself, but the fact that he spent his time looking at our faces and in our eyes. I later learned that I was mistaken on this; he had fully assessed our breast credentials because he was gifted not only with brains, but a large visual radius that allowed him to observe and note not only what he was directly looking at, but the periphery of what he was staring at.
At first, most of Rob’s attention was focused on Laura. That permitted me time to observe him, or so I thought, not knowing about his peripheral vision abilities. Thus, I was taken by surprise when he suddenly porno turned and spoke to me, and our life together began.
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“You’re staring at me”
“Pardon” I said?
“You’re staring at me. Is there something you want to say to me”
I sat there, a combination of aghast and incredibly embarrassed. All I could do was stutter out some stupid reply in the negative.
“That’s too bad” Rob said. “I was hoping you were going to ask me to dance.”
“Would you like to dance?” I managed to squeak out through my burning face?
“I thought you would never ask” he said as he rose, came around the table and took my hand to lead me to the dance floor. The DJ was playing 80’s music interspersed with some then 2006 dance music. We started to move together and found this surprising rhythm. However all too soon the upbeat tempo ended, and a slow Chicago song, “If you leave me now” came on. I turned to head back to our table, only to have my hand grabbed from behind and pulled into Rob’s chest. “I won’t bite. (pause) And I will try to keep my hands away from that beautiful ass of yours” he said with eyes that smiled down into mine.
Holding me at a distance my grandmother would have thought appropriate, we began to move in what felt like a languid waltz. My feet remained untrampled, and I began to realize as he led me slowly about the dance area that he was really good at this. Another of his obviously many talents I was beginning to experience that night. Without realizing it, I slowly moved closer to him and brought my chest to his and ultimately laid my head on his shoulder. As I moved still closer, marvelling at my sudden uncharacteristic familiarity, I felt his hard cock (yes, it’s a cock when I talk of my love, and everyone else has a penis when I wear my white coat) against my abdomen. I pulled my head back and blinked at Rob in surprise.
“Ok” he said. “We’re even, now that you have managed to embarrass me”. I couldn’t believe my reaction. I moved closer and ground my tummy against his bulge, kissed his neck whispered into his ear as I ground into Rob,” I am glad you’re attracted to me”. No sooner had I said that, but the music ramped up and we separated.
Rob and I spent the next two hours totally focused on each other. We would dance until we were wet with perspiration, and when the DJ took a break, he would buy me a beer and we would sit facing each other back at our table, knees touching.
I was again struck by how different Rob seemed from any other guys I had dated. I had been in a couple of long term relationships that had ended badly. I had thought that what I needed after each was to find a man five or ten years my senior so that I could experience some male maturity (yes, I realize that is a bit of an oxymoron) instead of the “boys” that I had been dating. Now here I was sitting across from a young man three years my junior who was sounding and acting rokettube like a 30 year old with a dry but wicked sense of humour.
Suddenly it was 11:45 and the last call from the student union pub went out. I looked at Rob, then Laura, only to hear Rob offer to drive us both back to the apartment Laura and I shared a couple of miles off campus. Laura, equally cautious, asked if he was OK to drive, and without thinking, I answered that he had only nursed two beers over the course of the last three hours. “Why is that I asked?’
“I don’t drink when I know I have to drive because I am very attached to my driver’s license, and I have done my best not to bore you with what may come to be my second favourite thing, my car”.
“What’s your first” I asked.
“I am hoping it might turn out to be you” he replied, at which point Laura made this exaggerated gagging sound and I giggled, unusual for me, even with the more than four beers I had not nursed that night. At that, Rob grabbed my hand, told the comedian next to me to follow and we headed to his car – fancy German looking machine that was well beyond the budget of anyone I knew trying to put themselves through university. Laura remarked on the “nice wheels”, asked what it was, and whether Rob was rich? I turned to give her the “evil eye”.
“No, I certainly am not” he said.
“Oh, so I am riding in hot wheels and about to meet a couple of cops looking for this ride” she asked.
“You only wish” Rob said. “I’m not rich, but my parents are. This is guilt money because I refused to take any help getting through school from them”.
“Why I asked?”
“Too many strings attached. So one day this was delivered to me in second year by the local dealer, and I thought, “What the fuck” and thought I would at least give them the satisfaction of knowing that I wasn’t entirely ungrateful for all that they have done for me”.
I let that last comment slide, reached over from the passenger seat to grab his right hand, and stayed quiet the rest of the ride home.
Following directions, Rob pulled into the semi-circle drive of our complex at the front door and parked his car. We got out, and Laura and I waited for Rob to come around. I wasn’t ready to say goodnight, but as I held out my arms to him, Laura said “Don’t get your hopes up Rob. She never fucks until at least the third date”, and with that she headed into the building and waived through the glass as Rob roared in laughter and I tried to push my jaw back towards my face.
“Unlock your phone and hand it to me”. When I did, Rob opened my Contacts, inserted his information, and texted himself. Handing it back, he took me in his arms and gave me a long, warm kiss that started softly and grew with intensity. Once again, totally out or character, I forced my tongue into his mouth and moaned. Releasing me, he bid me good night with “Well, I can’t wait then for our sixth date.”
“Our sixth date?”.
“Yeah, because by then I hope to have figured out how to make you come really hard, and very often”. And with that, he kissed my forehead, got back into his car, and drove off into the night.
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