Usual blurb: the following story is sexually explicit and depicts sex between two women. If this will upset/offend you, then do not read it. You have been warned.
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White Wine and Medics
by
SheWhoWrites
I removed my gloves and gown as my patient was wheeled out of the operating theatre to recovery. The heart bypass operation had been successful and I was looking forward to nipping for the canteen for some lunch. As I walked out of the theatre I also took off my mask and hat and headed up to the ward to find my wallet. On the stairs I ran into Mr Jay, my consultant, dressed in surgical blues.
"Ah, Rebecca," he began, "how did Mr Jeffries get on?" referring to the heart bypass patient.
"All well, patient is in recovery now," I replied.
"Didn't think you'd have any problems," he said, before continuing on his way. Because Mr Jay had suddenly had to attend an urgent meeting, I, his registrar, had performed the procedure myself, under the eye of the hospital's other consultant cardiothoracic surgeon. I was feeling very proud of my success, but I desperately needed lunch, so I retrieved my wallet from my locker in the staff room on the cardiac ward and went downstairs to the hospital's canteen.
As I joined the queue I idly gazed around. Most of the tables were taken, so I considered getting some sandwiches and taking them to the ward.
I noticed one lady, smartly dressed, sitting with her back to me, on her own with just a cup of tea or coffee. There was something oddly familiar about her. I watched her for a minute, unable to put my finger on what it was that brought her to my attention.
Then she drained the final contents of her mug and got up to leave. When she turned around I caught sight of her face and I immediately knew. Kate!
I left the queue and hurriedly made my way across the canteen to intercept her at the door.
"Kate!" I said, as I got close enough.
She spun around, and the look on her face was priceless. She clearly recognised me straight away and smiled broadly.
"Rebecca!" she replied, "What are you doing here?" A silly question, given that I was dressed in blues and had an ID badge on.
"I work here," I replied, in case it wasn't obvious enough, "why are YOU here?"
"I've been for a job interview in Paediatrics," she said, "I had no idea this was your hospital!" I didn't know what to say. I couldn't believe I was speaking to her again after so long. She read my being lost for words and broke the silence herself.
"Oh, come here you!" she said, and hugged me. I threw my arms around her and held her tight, but let go fairly quickly so as no to block the doorway. I led her out of the canteen and towards reception.
"One question," I said as we walked, "are you with anyone?"
"No," she answered, smiling.
"One more question," I went on, delighted by her first reply, "do you have to rush off?"
"Not at all."
"Wait here," I said as we got to reception, "I'll be ten minutes, tops."
I smiled at her, then headed upstairs to the theatres as quickly as I could. When I got there I knocked on My Jay's office door.
"Enter," came his voice from within, and I did so. "Rebecca," he said, "what can I do for you?"
"I'm very sorry to have to do this to you," I said, "but my mother has had an accident this morning and I'm the nearest relative." I prayed that he couldn't tell I was lying.
"You'd better go then," he said, as I had hoped. "Nothing serious I hope?"
"I don't know yet," I replied, "Are you sure you don't need me?"
"We'll be fine," responded Mr Jay, "Steven can assist this afternoon." Steven was our house officer, fresh out of med school and full of enthusiasm.
I thanked him, then went to change out of my blues. I was glad it was Friday. I wasn't on call over the weekend, so I wouldn't have to be back in until Monday.
While changing I considered what had happened. Kate had been my lover thoughout medical school, the only woman I had ever loved. She had broken me out of my 'different girl each week' ways, and they had been six wonderful years. But when we graduated, she had her first job in Manchester and mine had been in Brighton. Despite our efforts, it was impossible to keep the relationship going as our hours meant we never saw one another. We both met other people and so we broke up, though it was never unfriendly. However, we soon lost touch and I hadn't heard from her since.
My next relationship lasted a year but we were never well matched, and before long I was back to my old ways. Deep down I know the reason I couldn't give myself emotionally to anyone else was because I still loved Kate, but I couldn't bring myself to get in touch because I was scared she would have moved on. Now I was thirty and trying to make myself find someone with whom I could settle down, but it wasn't happening for me. There were too many unresolved feelings.
And she was single! That was a stroke of luck, I thought, then I had to remind myself not to count any chickens yet. She might have changed; she might not want me any longer. So many thoughts were going around in my head as I gathered my things and went back down to reception.
Kate was still there. She smiled in greeting and I grinned back, aware that I was probably giving myself away.
"Can I buy you dinner tonight?" I asked.
"That would be lovely," she replied, "but it's two o'clock in the afternoon."
"I thought we could go for a drink," I explained, "I've got myself out of the afternoon list and I'm free now."
"Sounds good."
"Do you have a car here?"
"No," she said, "I got a taxi from the station."
We walked out of the hospital and into the carpark. "Meet my new baby," I said as I showed her my Jaguar sports car, bought with my recent pay rise and a considerable bank loan.
"You always wanted a Jag," she said, "They must be paying you well."
"I get by," I smiled. Then I opened the passenger door. "Madam, your carriage awaits."
She gave me a look of tenderness and gracefully stepped into the car. I shut the door and went round to the driver's side, where I got in and started the engine.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked.
"Just a place I know."
Five minutes later I pulled up on the kerb outside a fairly innocuous looking pub, and switched off the engine. The pub in question, 'The Queen's Head', was the best gay pub in Oxford and I was a regular. Many a fruitful one-night stand had begun in there, although I wasn't about to explain that to Kate.
"You'll like it," I said, "It's really friendly."
"I don't doubt it," she answered, and we went in. It wasn't very busy, being the early afternoon, but I recognised several of the faces present. At least I was unlikely to get caught skiving by a colleague here.
"Take a seat," I said, and she did so while I went to the bar. Nick, the barman, grinned at me as I approached.
"Who have you picked up this time?" he asked. I was well aware of my reputation and I had expected this.
"It's not like that," I explained, "you remember I told you about Kate?"
"The ex-girlfriend," he confirmed.
"Yeah... well, that's her. She turned up at the hospital for an interview and I ran into her."
"Ah," he said, winking at me.
"Stop it," I said, half smiling, "Just get us a bottle of your best white wine and two glasses, please."
He did as requested, and then, when I asked how much, insisted that as this was a special occasion it was on the house.
"Nick, you're a star," I said, before walking back over to Kate with the wine. I sat down, exhaled, and didn't know where to begin.
"So..." Kate began, as I poured the wine, "What have you been up to all these years?"
"How long have you got?" I asked. It had been seven years and plenty had happened.
"Fully fledged surgeon now, I see," she said, "I knew you'd make it."
"What about you?" I replied, "Paeds? I thought you were headed for general practice?"
"I was," she told me, "but I did a paeds rotation as an SHO and fell in love with it."
"Where are you living these days?" I enquired.
"Stoke, though hopefully I'll be moving down here - obviously it all depends on me getting the post." I was working in one of the big teaching hospitals, a job I had been amazed to get in such a prestigious institution. I could see why Kate would want the job.
"Finally seeing sense and coming south!" I joked. Kate was a northerner, while I was born and bred on the south coast.
"Probably," she said, "also the post is too good for me not to apply. I was looking to move on."
I had a sip of my wine.
"You never told me if you were single," said Kate.
"Oh yes," I said, in a weary way.
"How long?"
"Forever, pretty much. I can't remember the last actual relationship I had. There was an appallingly bad one shortly after you. Nothing else really. But what of you?"
"I broke up from a three year relationship last year," she said, "Little else of significance."
"I thought you'd be long settled down by now," I told her.
"So did I," she sighed, "I guess it just turned out like this."
All the while, I was looking at her, wanting her all over again. I felt like I did before we got together, seeing her, needing her, and not knowing how to proceed.
"Why have you stayed so single?" she asked me.
"I don't know," I lied, "I just never found anyone who measured up."
"To what?"
"To my expectations."
"Very few people do."
Pause. "You did." There. I'd said it. Nothing to do now but wait for the aftershock.
"We broke up," she said.
"I know. We shouldn't have. I could've made more of an effort."
"You moved on, didn't you?"
"I never moved on."
"Why?"
"Because..." I petered off, unable to proceed. I tried a different angle. "When I saw you today, it was as if something clicked and the last few years of not getting involved became clear. The truth is I never stopped kicking myself for letting you go, and I couldn't give myself to anyone because I was still tied up in you."
She smiled at me, but I couldn't tell if it was agreement or pity.
Having come this far, and with nothing to lose, I continued. "I loved you so much when we were together. And that never died - how could it? You can't just put away feelings like that." I paused again, though this time largely for effect. "I'm still in love with you."
Kate said nothing, but took my face with her left hand, leaned in, and kissed me on the lips, once, briefly. It felt so new, yet familiar and safe at the same time. I think she meant to pull away and talk some more, but that one kiss was a taste of what I has longed for all this time and I couldn't let her do that. I kissed her back, longer, deeper, harder. With my tongue between her lips I poured out seven years of frustration into her. I could smell her skin, her hair - it was how it had always been. I reacquainted myself with the inside of her mouth. He kiss had hardly changed, and it was always the best one I had ever known. My passion grew, and she too was kissing me as though she had needed this for years.
I remembered that we were still in public and reluctantly pulled away, and the smile on her face was so broad that I felt immediately reassured. I could have her! I was getting what I had needed for years and I felt drunk with emotion. I had never in my life felt so happy. I kissed her again, pressing myself into her, then I stood up. "Let's get out of here," I said, offering her my hand.
She took it and I led her out of the pub, aware of Nick watching us and looking pleased for me from behind the bar. We got into the car and I started it up, turned right at the end of the road and headed for home. Kate's hand was resting on my knee as I drove, it was very distracting and all I wanted to do was pull up and leap on her. Little was said during the journey, it didn't need to be. Every time we came to a red light I took the opportunity to lean over and kiss her, if only for a second. When we got to my house at last I was dying for her.
She got out of the car first and looked at my house, a small detached house with lots of trees around it. The modest driveway was concealed from the road by a thick hedge, so when I got out of the car I went around it and pushed her against the passenger door and kissed her deeply again. Her arms were around my neck, her tongue was in my mouth, and it felt as though I was finally bringing her home.
When I stopped kissing her I hugged her again, not wanting to let go now that I had her again.
"Come on," Kate said after a minute, "you have to show me around."
I opened the front door and we went in. I dropped my bad in the hallway and took her coat from her to hang it up. She was looking around, and I think her expression hinted at approval of my dwellings.
"Very nice," she said, "but where is the bedroom?"
"You don't waste any time!" I replied.
She took me into her arms. "You aren't the only one who wishes we'd never broken up."
"You never said!"
"Now you know." With that our lips met again, and before long we were all mouth, all tongue, all lust, all love.
"Upstairs," I managed to hiss between kisses, "The bedroom. Go."
She did, and I followed her. It wasn't hard to find, being at the top of the stairs, and she fell backwards onto the bed as I shut the door behind us. I then placed myself on top of her and we began kissing again, madly, passionately, like always. This was home. I was happy again.
I couldn't resist her; everything about her was so perfect. It was the way it had been back then, and the way it should have been for all the years in between. Kate rolled me onto my back and began to kiss my neck. I moaned deep and low. She hadn't forgotten about the importance of my neck. By kissing me there, she knew the effect she was having.
I tried to undo the top buttons of her blouse, but this was proving difficult given the effect she was having on my senses. She sat up and did it herself, slowly, not breaking eye contact with me. When her blouse was away I sat up and unhooked her bra, removing that too, then I just admired her. She had always had fuller breasts than I had, and they were a joy to behold. Still pert, there was no sign of gravity taking its toll yet.
Then she stood before me and unzipped her skirt, letting it drop to the floor. As I watched her I took off my T-shirt (I had expected to be in theatre all day so hadn't bothered dressing up for work) and unbuckled the belt on my jeans. Kate kicked off her shoes, then pushed me back down on the bed, clad now in only a black thong. I ran my fingers through her hair when she next kissed me. Her hair hadn't changed much in the ensuing years - maybe it was a little longer than the long bob she'd had when we graduated. Mine was still short - I made the dramatic change as a forth year student and liked it better than I had expected to.
While we kissed I could feel her undoing my jeans and pushing them down, with my underwear at the same time. I pushed my shoes off with my feet and she pulled my jeans away, rendering me completely naked. She looked at me and smiled - it was nice to know I still did something for her. Then she slid her thong down her legs and I watched intently as her pussy came into view - there was a sight I had longed for. The fine dark hair, which contradicted the colour of that on her head, covered her exquisite lips, which I suspected were getting very wet.
I reached up and took one of her nipples into my mouth, where I felt it instantly harden. Often I tended to be a tease with women and avoid spots such as these, but today I did not want to wait. She arched her back with pleasure as I did this, and pushed her breast closer to me, inviting me to suck on it. This I did, and she groaned and kissed me on the top of my head.
I pushed her back down onto her back and straddled her, rubbing my now wet pussy across her stomach and watching her gasp as I did so. I shuffled forwards and positioned myself over her mouth, and her eyes opened wide as she read my intentions. However I did not lower myself onto her straight away, instead I turned my body around so that I was facing her feet.
I bent down and kissed below her ribs, then moving a little lower to her navel, all the while keeping my pussy just out of the reach of her mouth. I traced the ever-so-fine line of hair from her umbilicus to her bush with my tongue, and only when I an inch from her clit did I give myself to her. We both made contact at the same time, and it felt amazing. Kate practically devoured me with her first lick, and I had to make a real effort to focus on her glistening lips. I flicked at her clit with my tongue and I felt her inhale sharply, then I made one long downward stroke, from the top of her clit to the base of her opening. She tasted superb, and I wanted to bury my face in her and stay there forever. She, meanwhile, was working me expertly and I felt myself starting to grind onto her face. I pushed my tongue into her slit, and the moaned again, then I added a finger and I felt her pussy tighten. She was loving it, as was I, and when she too put a finger inside me I was on the verge of ecstasy.
I created a seal around her clit and sucked on it hard, while adding more fingers, up to four. I was plunging them in and out of her hard, and she was by now doing the same to me, as I rode her towards the best orgasm of my life. I could feel it building inside me for ages, and she too was getting noticeably wetter as I worked her harder.
Finally the dam broke and I came so hard I thought I would lose my mind. I was screaming her name, and she too was in the grip of a huge orgasm. I pumped into her, determined to extract all that I could from her. I was thrusting myself down onto her and giving her pussy the ride of its life.
Panting, we both came down as the orgasms subsided, our bodies covered in sweat. I rolled away onto my side, exhausted, then swung myself around so that I was facing Kate again. She looked entirely blissful and content, and I kissed her without a word. I could taste my cum in her mouth.
"I've missed that," she said when I pulled away, "no-one else could ever come close."
"I hear you," I answered, "it's the same for me. But then, after you what chance did they have?"
She laughed, then kissed me again. I put my arms around her and held on to her tight. "I won't let go this time," I told her.
"What if I don't get the job?" she asked.
"You will," I said, "and even if you don't, we'll find a way. I love you."
"I love you too Rebecca," she said, looking delirious with happiness. "I can't believe I'm with you again."
We lay like that for a time. Nothing further needed to be said. We were both feeling more than a little overwhelmed by the way things had turned out.
After a while she began to stir, and looked me in the eye with a devilish expression.
"You're horny," I observed.
"What can I say?" she said, "We have to make up for lost time."
"I have an idea," I said, "why don't you go and get in the shower?" She looked a little disappointed, so I added, "Trust me."
She did as I suggested, and while she was gone I reached into the bottom drawer of my bedside table. This was where I kept all my toys, and I selected two good-sized dildoes and a harness. I figured the equipment was waterproof, after all I'd done this with other lovers and there had been no problems. I strapped in the harness with the dildoes in place - one inside me and one for her to enjoy, then got out of the bed and walked to the bathroom. Kate was already in the shower and had her back to me, so I sneaked up on her and put my arms around her waist.
"Hello lover," she said as she felt me behind her, then the presence of the dildo registered with her and she grinned broadly. Her body was all soapy and I turned her around to face me. We kissed again and I pulled her in closer to me, our bodies slipping over one another's due to the bubbles. Kate wasted no time and immediately guided my waiting shaft into her. Our tongues were still entwined and she bit down gently when I filled her to the hilt.
"Oh, oh, that feels VERY good," she managed to say, and I started to thrust into her. She was pressed up against the tiles of the wall of the shower by now, and her legs were spread as far apart as was possible while she was standing. I wanted to lift her up against the wall but I didn't think I'd be able to, so instead I contented myself with drawing almost entirely out of her before plunging back in. She gasped, and I did it again, this time a little harder. The hot water was running down my back as I kept up the rhythm for her pussy. I started to rub her soapy clit with my fingers at the same time, and this intensified her pleasure. As I continued in this vein she was once was crying out: "Oh my God Rebecca that is fucking gooooood... please don't stop, that feels amazing... oh yes... oh YES... fucking hell... YEEEEESSSSSSSS... oooooooohhhhhhhh... REBECCA! YES! LIKE THAT! FUCK ME! Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHHSSSSSSSSS... AAAAAHHHHHHHHH..."
I was kissing her face when she came, but not her mouth, as I liked to hear her screams of pleasure. I was going so hard, then her knees buckled and I had to catch her.
"Wow!" I said as I picked her up, "THAT good?"
"Oh yes," she said, and sighed.
I rinsed her down with the showerhead, and then turned it off. By now she was more aware of her surroundings again. She stepped out of the shower and, without stopping to dry herself, led me back to the bedroom with a 'come hither' look in her eyes. I followed eagerly, and she sat on the edge of the bed, facing me. I wondered what she had in mind, but I wasn't given the chance to ponder this for long. Kate reached out and grabbed me by the length still protruding from my body. This pulled me closer, and she parted her legs and pushed the dildo into her again before falling back on the bed. Surprised but delighted by her actions I lay down on top of her and inside her and began to pump away at her. Her feet and mine were still on the floor, and it gave me a little extra leverage with which to thrust inside her. Her pussy was so wet, I could tell by the ease with which I was sliding in and out of her, and I could feel that I, too, was not exactly dry.
As I made love to her I started to kiss her neck, then her breasts, swirling my tongue around her nipples and ravishing her body. I kissed my way up and started to tease her earlobe with my tongue - and, as I had remembered, that drove her wild. She grabbed onto me tighter and I could feel that she was nearing another climax. Then a curious thing began to happen. I knew I was very aroused, but I have never in my life been able to come without direct stimulation of my clit. Yet I could feel the early throes of orgasm inside me, and I couldn't believe it. The dildo inside me, which was largely there for anchorage, was moving a little, as it always did, yet for some reason I was more sensitive than normal.
As Kate began to come I thrusted harder and harder, and I found myself starting to lose control. My orgasm hit me hard and I was crying out into her mouth and she into mine. Her legs were now wrapped around my waste and I was as deep into her as I could conceivably get. Her juices were making my bush get wetter and my body was in spasm. It was all I could do to keep moving inside her. Her nails were digging into my back, but the pain was pleasure and my face was pressed into her shoulder as I came gloriously with her and within her.
When the waves stopped coming I didn't pull out of her. I was unable to speak, so taken aback was I by what had happened. She too was surprised.
"You just came," she said incredulously, "and I wasn't touching you."
"I know," I gasped.
"You've been practising while I've been away," she continued.
I shook my head. "That has never happened to me before. I have never in my life come while doing that to someone."
"It must be me," she joked.
"It must have been," I said, seriously, "I've never felt so emotional while having sex." I felt a tear start its passage down my cheek.
"Don't cry," she responded.
"It's because I love you and I've got you back." I pulled out of Kate's sated body and removed the harness from myself. I felt like I had been reborn. "Hold me," I said.
She did and I was glad. I needed to be held by her. I had her again.
And I was home.
Of course she got the job. She moved in, and we began our new life together. We were the happiest we had ever been.
And this time, it stayed like that