Medics

Right, haven't done this for a while! The following story is sexually expicit and about two women (shock! horror!) who get it ON. If you are a minor, or this kind of material is illegal where you are, please do not read on. If this is going to offend you, here's an idea, don't read on! Not difficult. I accept no responsibility for corrupting/upsetting/offending anyone. You have been warned.

Ok, now I've weeded them out - this one has been in the pipeline for absolutely ages. It rejoins Rebecca, who can also be found in "Red Wine and Medics" and "White Wine and Medics" by the same author, which this story falls between. It plugs a bit of a gap between the two stories. I hope you enjoy it!

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Champagne and Medics

by

SheWhoWrites

Honestly, I never planned for things to pan out the way they did. If it had been up to me, I would have been happy for things to continue to drift along in the way that they were. I was busy, I was reasonably happy, and things were starting to settle into place for me. I didn't need to complicate it all.

It all happened when I was twenty-seven. I was a junior doctor working in a London teaching hospital, I had a girlfriend who lived in France and things were moving along fairly nicely. She was called Hana, and I'd met her ten months previously when I'd been travelling around the south of France during one of my rare holidays. Since my return to England I'd seen her for a week here and a week there, whenever one of us could get the time off and the money together. My relationship with her was quite good, but I didn't think it was likely that she'd ever live in England or that I'd ever leave, so it seemed to me that there was not really a long term future for the two of us. I suspect she knew as well, though we didn't really talk about it.

Hana was only my second real relationship. Before her I was with Rebecca, a girl who I went to medical school with, for just over six years. I'd loved her very much, and suspected that on some level I always would, but after graduation we found ourselves working in opposite ends of the country and so we ended up drifting apart. Although that had been four years ago now, I still thought of her often, but we weren't in touch any more. Between Rebecca and Hana I went a little crazy, going through women as if they were going out of fashion. I knew why, in my heart. I didn't like being out of a relationship but couldn't see myself making it work with someone other than Rebecca. At least Hana, for all our failings, gave me some grounding.

I didn't get too much time to think about it though. My hours at the hospital were long. I held the post of Senior House Officer on a general surgical firm, and there was always plenty to keep me occupied. There were six other juniors on the firm, with three registrars and three consultants. We all got on well and so it worked very well.

Four of us SHOs were in the process of taking the MRCS, the exam necessary for junior surgeons before they begin their specialist training. Juggling work at the hospital with studying for this meant that we were all in a high-pressure situation, but because of the shared stresses we were also able to support one another. Steph, Ahmed, Simon and I even managed to schedule in the odd group study session, which somehow always ended up in the pub.

Simon and I had actually been friends at the same medical school, whereas Steph and Ahmed were new to me at the start of our six month jobs. Nevertheless I got on with them both very well, so our social outings were always lots of fun. I was enjoying the firm and would almost be sad when the six months came to an end and we all had to go our separate ways.

But things started to get tricky about four months into the job. I confided with Simon one night when we were both on call and had taken a short break to go for a coffee.

"Is everything alright, Rebecca?" he asked.

"Er, sure," I replied, "why shouldn't it be?"

"Well, I've noticed that you've seemed a little distracted for the last couple of weeks. I was just wondering if there was something up?"

"Probably just a little wound up about these exams. That's all."

"It's not like you to get exam nerves. Are you sure that's all it is?"

"Hmm."

Simon raised an eyebrow at me. "I've known you for far too long to be fobbed off by that."

"It's nothing, Si, I'm sure it'll pass."

"What's Hana done now?" he asked.

"Hana?" I replied, "Oh no, she's fine."

"So if it's not her, then who is it? It's only ever women that get you wound up." Simon was looking at me intently now, and I knew there was little point lying to him.

"Okay, busted. It's Steph."

"Really? Wow!" he responded, then he lowered his voice, "what's happened? I never thought she was that way..."

I playfully clouted him about the forehead. "Talk about jumping to conclusions! Nothing has happened, nothing's even been said, it's just me. I mean, look at her!" It was true. Steph was a stunning girl, I'd noticed that on our first day as colleagues. She was about five foot five, had brown hair and a wonderful smile that she used often. I hadn't really thought anything of it then, but as I'd gradually got to know her I'd realised that I really got on with her. She and I were on the same wavelength about so many things and as time went on I started to see her as someone I wanted to be more than friends with.

Simon nodded. "I'll give you that. But then what? I'm confused."

I shrugged. "I dunno. It's just that, these last few weeks, I've realised that I like her a lot more than I should. And it's really bothering me. She's become a really good friend, for Heaven's sake! I need to just get over this."

"What about Hana?"

"Honestly, that one's on limited time anyway. It's rather beside the point I think. But this is all so stupid, I'm supposed to have stopped having crushes on people years ago!"

Simon looked intrigued, as I had thought he might. "Do you think she'd go for you?"

"Nah, she's as straight as an arrow. You know as well as I do that she only broke up with her boyfriend last month."

"I think she might, you know. You should ask her out."

I nearly spluttered my mouthful of coffee at him. "Are you insane? She'd say no, it would be awkward forever, and that would be that. No, I'm just gonna have to grin and bear it. It might just be because everything is so intense at the moment."

"Shame though," he said, "you'd make a lovely couple."

At that point my bleep went off, summoning me down to Casualty. "Try telling her that," I said, turning to go, and then remembered something. "Oh yeah, Si? Not a word."

"Of course."

Admitting to Simon that I had feelings for Steph was a big deal for me. Up until that point I'd kept them quietly to myself and as such I'd been able to tell myself that it wasn't important and that they'd just go away. After then, though, it became much more real, and I would be acutely aware of it whenever Steph was in the room. We got on as well as ever and I don't think that she knew. Within a couple of weeks Ahmed had worked it out as well, unless Simon had been a little less discrete than I'd like, and this just added to the pressure.

One evening we were sitting in the hospital bar having a quick pint. It was a week until our exam and although we knew that we should be at home studying it had been a very busy day and we all needed to unwind for a short time first. Simon was doing his usual thing of discussing my love-life, which he seemed to find fascinating.

"Do you ever see Rebecca these days?" he asked me.

"No, not at all," I replied, "I'm not even sure where she is."

"How long were you with her?" asked Steph.

"Five years, in the end."

"I always wondered," she went on, "how can you tell? You know, that a woman likes other women. How did you know with her?"

"Ha!" I exclaimed, "Usually I get it wrong, actually. With Rebecca I had no idea, until she rather threw herself at me." I smiled at the memory.

Ahmed was grinning to himself, and I realised that I'd given him an image. Steph gently elbowed him in the ribs..

"So what about you, Steph, how are things with you?" asked Simon.

"What, with men? Quiet as usual. Do any of you know anyone eligible?"

I resisted the temptation to suggest myself. "I'll keep my eyes open for you," I said instead.

"Maybe you could bring me back someone from France, next time you're there."

"Mais oui... whenever that'll be," I sighed.

"Oh?" said Ahmed.

"It's nothing," I said, "just the distance, you know? We'll see." Not just the distance, I thought.

Steph excused herself to go to the toilet as we were all nearing the end of our drinks and knew we had to go home and hit the books. Once she was safely out of sight and earshot I groaned into my hands.

"Really getting bad now, is it?" asked Ahmed.

"You have no idea," I said, "this is ridiculous."

"I still think you should say something," said Simon.

"No no no no. Too much to lose. It's not that I don't want to, I do, I just really don't think she's very likely to thank me if I do."

"But you'll never know unless you ask her," said Ahmed.

I sighed. "Then I'd rather not know. Guys, I know you have this nice idea about her and me getting together, but it just doesn't work like that in real life. Anyway, her friendship is very important to me and I'm just not willing to risk that. And I still have to work with her."

"What about at the end of the rotation?" asked Simon.

"Still the friendship issue. And I don't really enjoy getting shot down. Please understand this: she's straight and it's never going to happen!"

"Who's straight?" Steph asked, returning to the table from behind me. The boys looked down, trying to avoid having to say anything.

"Er..." I stammered, "no-one," then I realised that she was unlikely to buy that, "I mean, this friend of mine. Who I quite like, but it's not important. You know what these two are like though."

"Wow, things really going downhill with Hana then?" she said.

"Yes and no. I wouldn't like to say what the future holds."

Ahmed saved me from having to elaborate any further by looking at his watch and saying that he ought to get home and hit the books. The rest of us took this as our cue to make a move also, and picked up our coats. I followed the other three out, blowing out my cheeks and reflecting on the conversation going too close to giving the game away for comfort.

Fortunately for me, everyone's schedules were such that there was no opportunity for a further mass grilling of my personal life for the next two weeks. I continued in my efforts to be as chatty and normal as possible around Steph, which was still easier than I would have expected.

With three weeks to go until the exam, though, the stress was mounting. One Thursday night, I was collecting my bag from the doctor's office at the end of the day and preparing to head home when Steph came in.

"You off?" she asked.

"Yep, time to go and get back to the other grindstone." I said.

"Wait, Rebecca, do you fancy a drink first? Only I haven't been out at all since a fortnight ago and I'm going crazy studying all night. What do you think?"

I knew it was a bad idea, I had lots of work to do, but I was pretty powerless to turn down time with Steph. "Sure, what about Si and Ahmed?"

"I asked Ahmed and he had an attack of his conscience and has gone home. And Simon's on call tonight."

"Ah well. No matter. Are you ready to go now?" I asked.

"Give me five minutes and I'm with you."

And so, four hours later, Steph and I were sitting in our usual post-shift pub, really far to drunk to be entertaining any thoughts of going home and working now. Nevertheless, it was probably just what we both needed, a break from everything work-related. It was how it usually was with Steph, relaxed, fun, yet the more I drunk, the more I remembered my problem.

I wasn't helped when she thought back to that conversation in the pub two weeks previously. "So what did you do about your straight friend then?"

"Oh, that," I said, "nothing. Best that way, you know. I mean, you must know as well as anyone that straight girls just don't tend to switch, do they?" I'm sure there was a degree of forlorn hope in my voice.

"No, I guess not," she said, "it's certainly not something I'd ever consider."

I knew it was wrong, I knew it shouldn't matter, but my heart sank at that moment. "Exactly," I sighed, "so I'll leave it."

Steph got up and ordered another couple of drinks for us. When she sat down again, she asked, "So who is this woman anyway?"

That threw me, as I hadn't really come up with a cover story. "Just a friend, you know, a good friend."

"At work?"

"What? Er, no. Not work. Someone at my gym. Yes." I hoped I was doing a decent impression of being convincing, but I knew the alcohol had taken its toll and was hardly likely to be making me a better liar.

"What does she look like?"

"Oh, you know, medium height, brunette. Nice girl. Lovely smile. Why the sudden interest?"

"Just curious, that's all. What's her name?"

"Er, Ju..Rachel." As I uttered this, for some reason thinking of the names Julie and Rachel at the same time, I was terrified that I'd blown it.

"Jurachel? That's unusual."

"Yes, it is. She's from Bulgaria." Then I realised that this was getting ridiculous, and Steph was looking at me as if it didn't quite add up. "Ok, she's not from Bulgaria. Or called Jurachel. Or even Rachel."

"I don't understand," said Steph, looking very puzzled indeed.

I took a deep breath and looked at the floor with an uneasy grin on my face. "There is no other girl. Or rather, it was a cover."

"For what?" she asked, appearing genuinely confused.

"It's you. I have a thing for you."

Steph looked hard at me, seemingly lost for words. Eventually she spoke, "Me? Why? Why me?"

Not the question I'd been expecting. "Why not you? You're funny, you're bright, I enjoy your company... you're gorgeous."

Steph coloured, and I was going through the most intense inner turmoil. "You really think so?" she asked.

"Yes. More than you know. God, Steph, you have no idea. But I know you're straight."

"I am," she said, with the slightest hint of sadness in her eyes, "I am. I'm sorry. I'm so flattered, but... well, you know how it is."

"I know," I said, and then with a final roll of the dice asked, "is there really no chance at all?"

She shook her head. "Sorry Rebecca. No."

I smiled sadly to myself. I knew that this wasn't just about Steph, and I felt guilty about what I was doing to Hana, behind her back. Too late now, though. Looking back at Steph, she seemed to have a look about her of concern.

"Look," I said, "I won't raise this again. I really value you as a friend and I don't want things to be weird. Can we forget it?"

"Of course. I was hoping you'd say that. I'd hate to lose the friendship too."

"Well, it's getting late and I expect we could both do with some breathing space," I said, "I suppose I should get myself home."

Steph concurred, and we headed into the night. We were going in different directions, and she gave me a hug as we parted, telling me not to worry about things. Nevertheless, as I waited for the bus to take me home I couldn't help but be furious with myself.

I was mightily relieved, then, the following day at work. Steph was behaving absolutely normally around me, as if nothing had happened. I had resolved, in my head, to try and sort things out with Hana rather than continue to pine over my colleague, so I was able to go along with the general play of routine as well. Simon and Ahmed didn't say anything, so I felt confident that Steph hadn't mentioned the incident to them either. In all, things seemed alright.

Meanwhile, our exam was getting closer and closer, so we were all leaving the hospital at the earliest opportunity to go home and study, and heading to the library during our breaks, so we didn't see a great deal of one another for the next three weeks. There certainly wasn't the time to sit down and collectively ruminate over events.

We were all given the week before our exam off from work, so we really didn't see anything of one another during that time. I really didn't enjoy being cooped up in the house all day but it had to be done. When the exam day actually arrived, I was actually relieved to be getting on with it at last.

In the event, the exam paper was much as we had expected, in other words bloody difficult, but doable. I felt like I had prepared pretty well, and I emerged from the exam hall feeling less despair than I had anticipated. The other three appeared to be fairly upbeat as well, and above everything we were just delighted to have got it out of the way. It would be a time before we heard the results, but that was a concern for another day.

We had agreed long ago that we would go straight out afterwards and celebrate its ending. After all, whatever the result at least we were free from studying for a bit now, and that was worth a drink or three.

Trying not to discuss the exam paper, we went straight to the nearest bar. Simon went immediately to the barman and ordered a bottle of champagne and four flutes. I liked his thinking, and was only too glad to raise my glass along with the others. It was over.

The first bottle didn't last long, and I went up to order us another. The bubbly had gone a bit to my head and I felt a little unsteady carrying it back to the others and pouring it into their glasses. As I filled Steph's glass, she placed her hand briefly on mine that was on the table holding me up, to stabilise me. I looked at her, and couldn't tell if something about her expression was different in that fleeting glance.

Four bottles later, our credit cards were starting to be a little battered and all of us were well on our way. I was happy, it was nice to be relaxing with them. It was funny how people became so much less up tight when exams finished; I'd noticed it all the way throughout my medical career. However, I also felt like I desperately needed to get some air, it was very warm and muggy in the bar and I just needed to breathe for a while.

I excused myself and stepped out into the London evening. It was dark now, and more than a little chilly. The street outside was quiet, most of the office workers had gone home as it was past seven thirty. I leant against the side of a building and watched my breath condense in the air in front of my face. I was suddenly aware of how very tired I was.

"There you are," came Steph's voice after a moment or two. I turned to see her walking towards me. "Are you alright?"

"Me? Yeah. Just needed to get out of there for a minute, that's all," I said.

"I know what you mean," she said.

Steph leant against the wall next to me, and didn't say anything. I broke the silence: "Steph, I never thanked you."

"For what?"

"For being so cool about the other week. For not making an issue of it."

She smiled, that beautiful smile. I knew my feelings hadn't changed. "Well, I wasn't going to be nasty about it. It's always nice to know that someone likes you!"

"True."

"I have a question, though," she said, "and I wanted to ask you a few days ago, only I thought that with our exam and all it should wait until afterwards."

"Okay," I said, "what?"

"Do you still think that way?"

"What way?" I asked, "you mean, about you?"

"Yeah. You know, just wondering."

I shrugged. "Well, yes. It didn't just go away. But I've said my piece, there's no point in dredging it up again."

"No?" she said, "just, I've been thinking about it. I let it sit with me, I guess."

I looked at her, incredulous. "And?"

Steph said nothing, just looked at me rather nervously.

I forgot myself, I forgot that she was straight, I forgot that we were in a London street under a lamp, I forgot about Hana, I forgot that Steph was one of my best friends now. I placed my hand on her waist, pulled her to me, and when she didn't resist I kissed her passionately on the lips. Steph immediately wrapped her arms around my neck and opened her mouth, inviting my tongue in to explore this new ground. As we kissed so hard I had her pushed up against the wall behind her, pressing my body into her. I could hear Steph's breathing as I pulled away from her mouth and commenced kissing her neck - her breaths were coming in gasps and she was holding onto me tight. This was what felt right, and I didn't want to stop.

As we again clashed lips desperately, Steph spoke into my mouth, her words broken up and breathy. "Rebecca... this is... but not here... your house... can we go?"

"Of course," I said, hating to pull away but aware that she had a point. My head was swimming as I went back into the bar to get out coats. I told the guys that Steph was feeling the worse for wear and I was going to get her home, and they accepted this. I went back out onto the street to where Steph was waiting and handed her her coat. As we were in Central London and I lived south of the river I was faced with the challenge of not having Steph change her mind in the time that it would take us to get back to my house.

As we walked towards the tube station, though, she was being rather more tactile than I had expected, walking with an arm around me and her head resting on my shoulder. I smiled to myself. This felt rather good, and very right. I hoped she wasn't just leaning on me because of the champagne making her unsteady on her feet.

We didn't say much to each other on the way home. Small talk didn't feel appropriate now, and I was relieved when we didn't have to wait too long for a train to arrive. It was roughly a twenty minute journey to my stop, and being a weeknight there weren't very many other people in the carriage.

We were still in silence as we walked the short distance to my flat, indeed the only sound was that of next door's dog as I turned my key in the lock. Steph hurried indoors and I closed the door behind us and hung up my coat. Steph hadn't been to my flat before and was looking around inquisitively. She seemed impressed by the fact that, being in a ground floor flat, I had a little garden with French windows leading to it, but still she wasn't saying anything. I was finding her very difficult to read and was worried that in the time it had taken us to get home the moment had passed. She certainly seemed more awkward now.

As she looked out of the window I went up to her and stood behind her. When I placed a hand on her waist she shivered, but then relaxed and leant into me. I took this as an invitation and kissed the back of her neck, sweeping her hair out of the way with my other hand. She exhaled slowly as I did this and closed her eyes. She placed a hand on mine that was on her waist and brought it round to her front, so that I was gently caressing her stomach through her shirt. I continued to run my lips over her neck as I did so, before moving my head round further and kissing the angle of her jaw and then her cheek. Steph bit her bottom lip, before opening her mouth slightly and turning her head, bringing her lips to mine.

We kissed softly, sensuously, for a while, neither one of us wanting to rush things. I loved the lack of urgency, the way I could savour the taste of Steph's lips and tongue at leisure, the way she was gradually exploring my mouth. It was in such marked contrast to outside the bar, where we had been much more frantic. I brought my hands up to Steph's shoulders and she relaxed to allow me to pull her coat away from her. Beneath it her shirt was thin and I could feel the warmth of her body through it. I adjusted my position so that I was facing her properly, and put my arms around her, holding her tight. Steph responded by running her fingertips through my short hair and pulling my face back down to hers. We kissed further, with passion but tenderness. I moved my hands up so that my palms were on either side of her ribcage, and from here made a tentative movement with one to her breast. As I did this she kissed me more deeply, so I cupped her breast more firmly and felt her nipple straining against the layers of fabric. Steph let out the quietest of moans, and I began once again to kiss her neck as I reached for the top button of her shirt. She offered up no objection as I began to unbutton it, and as the shirt fell open I was able to caress more of her fine skin with my lips.

This felt wonderful and I loved the changes in her breathing my actions were bring about, but being taller than her this was also a slightly awkward position for me. I took Steph's hand and pulled her with me as I backed towards the sofa that was behind me. I sat back on it and brought her down so that she sat astride me. As she lowered herself down she shrugged off her open shirt, leaving me just her black bra to contend with. She rested her forearms on my shoulders as I placed my hands on the skin of the small of her back and brought her body once again into contact with my mouth. Still I moved slowly, wanting to explore every square inch of her thoroughly. Steph was now idly playing with the short hairs at the back of my neck, I'm not sure she was aware she was doing it, but as my mouth came over her nipple through the material of her bra she tugged slightly on them. This reaction only spurred me on, and I reached up her back and undid her bra, letting that, too, fall away. Her naked breasts were superb, each the perfect size for my hands and with pink nipples standing hard and just asking to be sucked.

I took one into my mouth, then transferred across to the other, flicking them with my tongue and eliciting more gasps from Steph as I did so. She was watching me as I did this, her expression caught between pleasure and disbelief. I sucked her left nipple more deeply into my mouth and she moaned, more loudly this time. Moreover, I felt her starting to grind her body down onto my thighs, which only served to turn me on even more than I already was.

"Mmm, Rebecca," she murmured, "that feels soooo gooooood."

By now, I was starting to have real difficulties in maintaining my composure. I couldn't believe what was happening, but it felt amazing. Steph seemed a little more confident now, and was responding to my every move. I ran my tongue to the valley between her breasts, and then up her breastbone and neck to her mouth, where I found her lips that met mine fiercely. She was kissing me once again with real conviction, her tongue now deep inside my mouth. At the same time she started to tug at my top, and when I broke away she pulled it up over my head, and then pressed herself more closely to my now exposed skin. She felt so good against my body, warm and soft, yet it was new, the smell of her was unfamiliar, and in the back of my mind I knew what this could mean and that made it all the more exciting.

Suddenly, Steph pulled away from me and stood up. I sat as if frozen to the spot, watching her. She looked at me with a look of pure seduction in her eyes, and undid her trousers. As I looked on she pushed them down, taking her underwear with them, until she stood before me completely naked. My eyes were drawn to the patch of dark hair between her legs, finely covering her pussy, which I suspected to be a little on the damp side. Then I shifted my gaze to her face and particularly her eyes.

"S.. Steph," I stammered, "What changed?"

She smiled, slightly coyly, and replied, "I don't know. I suppose I'd never really considered anything like this, until you mentioned it the other week. Maybe you triggered something in me."

"I see... and you thought..."

"'Thought' isn't quite the word," she said, softly, "I don't know what's made this happen, and I'm not quite sure how this all works, but I do know I want you to make love to me."

My heart thumped in my chest and I swallowed, trying to take in what was happening. Steph knelt down on the rug by the window and I moved over to her, pushing her down onto her back as I kissed her again. As she pulled me onto her she started to kiss and nibble at my neck, which was always a certain way of triggering things in me. I let my hands roam over her body, down her sides and over her thighs. I brought one of my thighs up between her legs and pressed it against her pussy, not caring that it would make my jeans wet. She cried out when I did this, and when I replaced my thigh with my fingers and started to stroke her hardened clit, I knew there was no way she wanted me to stop. She thrust her body down to my hand with every stroke, and her juices were already coating my fingers. I moved my hand down a little lower and parted her outer lips with two of my fingers, using a third to gently play with her opening. By now she was breathing heavily and moving in such a way, as if to persuade me to enter her. But that would be too easy. Instead, I alternated teasing her hole with pressing against her clit, and I could tell by the way she was moving and moaning that I was slowly driving her mad.

Steph had her hands in my hair as I was doing this, and she brought my mouth to hers and pushed her tongue hard against mine. As much as I was having fun playing her, I could take a hint, and I used that as my cue to push my index finger inside her. She was so wet that I slipped in with ease, her pussy tightening rhythmically against my finger. The noises she was making got louder as I started to build up a gentle in-and-out motion. With each inward thrust, Steph pushed down, and each time I pulled out she moaned as if that was really not on. I grinned and kissed her again as I added a second finger, stretching her just a little more. Again she began to breathe more quickly, and I started to thrust a little harder into her. I could smell how wet and aroused she was, and it was having a definite effect on me. I could feel her pussy contracting against my fingers as she ground her pelvis against me. I used my thumb to start rubbing her clit at the same time, and when I did that she got even more vocal.

I could tell that she was nearing the edge, but I had to taste her. I stopped my thrusting and she protested, but I interrupted.

"Sit on the sofa," I told her, "trust me."

She did as I requested, and I knelt with my knees at her feet. I pushed her thighs apart and reintroduced my fingers into her, and she made grateful sounds. Nothing could prepare me, though, for her reaction when I lowered my mouth to her clit and started to suck. She cried out loudly, and pushed herself hard against my face. I rolled my tongue over her clit between my lips as I got back to the thrusting motion with my fingers. Steph's legs clamped tight around my head, and as I built up the speed of my motions I felt her pussy go very tight indeed. She held her breath, then let out one long moan as she flooded my face with her cum. Her climax seemed to last for a long time, all the while I was lapping it up as much as I could.

As her breathing slowed, I eased my fingers out of her and rested my chin on her thigh. I looked up her body at her gorgeous face, grinning. Steph had her eyes closed and her expression was impossible to interpret.

When she eventually opened her eyes, she smiled at me, but it seemed to be a smile with reservations.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

Steph paused. "Yes, I am." Another pause. "I just didn't expect this."

"Tonight?" I said.

"At all," she replied, "with you, with a woman, any of it. It's strange."

"Good strange?"

"I think so."

I hauled myself up to sit beside her on the sofa, and gently nuzzled her neck, aware that I still had a fair quantity of her cum on the lower half of my face. We sat like that for a while, neither one of us saying a word. Then, she turned her head to me and kissed me softly on the lips.

I was still very, very turned on, and though I tried not to make it obvious, Steph seemed to sense it. As we gently kissed, she ran a hand across my breasts and down my stomach, to the top of my jeans. I could feel her fumbling with the button which, to my surprise, she managed to get open one handed!

"Steph," I said, "you really don't have to do anything."

"I know that," she said, "but I'd like to."

"Ok."

She unzipped my fly and pushed her hand inside my jeans, so that she was cupping my pussy. I bit my lip. Just the pressure of her palm felt really good. I was obviously very wet, I could feel the dampness of my knickers as she moved them against my skin. She seemed hesitant, but that didn't stop it feeling amazing. When she brought her hand up and then returned down under my underwear, I could almost have come then.

Her fingers tentatively sought out my clit, which was almost painfully hard by now. My sudden gasp as she made contact told her that she was in the right place, and she began to rub it using the pads of her index and middle fingers. It felt divine. She started kissing my neck and breasts at the same time, and I felt my body relax and just enjoyed the pleasure she was giving me.

Considering her inexperience with other women, Steph was doing a very good job, and before long I was struggling to hold back my orgasm. I wanted to prolong the sensations she was giving me as she rubbed my clit and caressed my body and sucked my nipples and kissed me deeply, but I couldn't. I found myself bucking hard against her hand, and she responded by rubbing me harder. I came hard against her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth as I did so, until my clit got too sensitive and I had to pull her away. Panting, I leant back, and pulled her against me, her head lying on my chest.

Shortly afterwards, once I had regained the use of my legs, I took her to bed and she slept in my arms.

We tried. I broke up with Hana, and Steph and I tried dating for a while. But it became obvious that her heart wasn't really in it, and it didn't last very long. We did remain friends, but we weren't as close as we were before, which was a shame. Still, I always had the memories of that night, and the handful of others that we spent together.

She got married a couple of years later, and three years (and a fair few women) later, I had an unexpected reunion with Kate. So everyone got their happy ending.

Of course we all passed!