Red Wine and Medics

Christ, but how was I supposed to stand it?

It's bad enough when you want someone from afar, and when you see

them from time to time you get this longing in the pit of your stomach. But

when every day you are around someone who makes your stomach do

somersaults, it's enough to tax the sanity if any girl.

Yet there I was, day in, day out, faced with her. Trying so hard to

keep on top of my feelings, but it was becoming a bit of a nightmare.

Time here for a bit of background. I was a first year medical

student in London. I belonged to the 'work hard, play hard' school, which

means lots of essays and even more drunkenness. I did the whole dyke thing,

of course, who wouldn't in London? But I was always the type to never let

my heart have anything to do with what I was doing. A few one night stands,

nothing serious, just having some fun. Gradually working my way though the

lesbian population of Soho.

Until now. Isn't it always the way that you can go for months never

noticing someone, but then once you do, you never seem to stop running into

them? And I'd never fallen this hard before.

There I was, late on a Tuesday night, working away in the medical

library in a desperate attempt to get some such essay done in time for a

deadline. Big pile of textbooks next to me, and myself oblivious to all

around me, which wasn't a great deal anyway, most people had long called it

a night.

Suddenly a tap on my shoulder. I swing around, irritated at being

disturbed while my train of thought was working so well. And there she was,

I will never forget what I saw before me. The most beautiful face, with

perfectly proportioned features and a knowing look which, as I was to

discover, never went away. Her hair was a dark blonde, not unlike mine

though longer, with streaks that suggested recent highlights. Her eyes were

blue and very intense, although they readily smiled. Difficult to judge

when I was sitting down, but I thought slightly shorter than me, but with a

fabulous figure. I could see that even though she was well wrapped up - it

was cold out. I stared for a second, taken in by her, then remembered

myself and straightened up.

"Can I help you?" I stammered.

"Yeah," she replied, "It's just that you've got the last copy of

this," as she pointed to a book titled Functional Anatomy or something

similar, "and seeing as you don't seem to be using it I was wondering if I

could borrow it for five minutes."

"Er, sure, do," I said, worried that I was appearing all

flustered. I gave her the book, and she smiled, thanked me, and returned to

her desk. I turned back to my work, exhaled, and wondered what the hell

just happened to me. I tried to get back to my essay after that, but it

wasn't easy, and I kept glancing over my shoulder to look at

her. Fortunately she had her back to me.

Not long afterwards, she came back with the book. Again she took me

by surprise, although I think I did a little better that time. Already,

however, all I wanted to do was throw her down on the table and take her

right there and then. I suspect that may not have gone down too well with

anyone else though.

In the days following that encounter I kept running into her, in

lectures, seminars and the library. She was clearly in my year, and

whenever she was around I found my eyes following her, taking in her

beauty. Never before in my life had I had feelings like this for someone, I

found myself thinking of her when I shouldn't, and in ways that I

shouldn't. Being on the same course it was inevitable that we would have

friends, or friends-of-friends, in common, and I started to make some

enquiries. Within a few weeks I had learnt that her name was Kate, she was

from somewhere up north, single... but straight. Admittedly I had expected

nothing else, but there is always that hope.

I didn't really get to speak with her though. We would nod hello in

the corridors when we passed one another, occasionally stretching to a

'hi', but nothing more. It was driving me crazy, and I found myself

dreaming of her at night. I went out a few times during this time, and even

spent the night with a woman I'd met in a club. Normally, I would have had

a great time, after all, the sex itself was good, but I just wasn't really

bothered. It was then that I realized that I didn't want to have anymore

random one night stands, but that instead I had to have Kate.

So when I wandered into the med school cafe and saw her sitting

by herself I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity. I bought myself a

doughnut and a juice, and walked over to her.

"Anyone sitting here?" I asked.

"Huh?" she said, awaking from whatever daydream had been occupying

her, "Oh, hi. No, go ahead."

"Thanks," I said, and sat down opposite. "So..." I started, and

then realized I had very little to say.

She rescued me. "Have you done the essay for Professor White yet?"

Okay, it wasn't exciting, but it was better than an awkward silence.

"No," I replied, "but he doesn't want it until Monday so I've

plenty of time."

"Monday?" she said, "I thought it was Thursday."

"I hope not," I said, "I can't do it before then. Hang on, how did

you know he was my tutor?"

"I've seen you go in to see him after me sometimes." She

paused. "I'm sorry," she finally said, "it sounds silly, but I have no idea

what your name is."

"Rebecca," I answered.

"I'm Kate," she said. This improved things. I said I knew, she

asked how, I said we had friends in common, and suddenly we seemed to find

common ground. Before I knew it, we were chatting away like a pair of old

friends. Eventually she said she had to go, and I said goodbye, but at last

the ice had been broken.

We had several more canteen meetings like that, and in each one I

felt I got to know her a little better. I was delighted to discover that

her beauty was not her be all and end all of her, and very soon we had what

I would call a real friendship. She knew I was gay, it was common knowledge

as I never tried to hide it, but never showed any inkling of knowing how I

felt.

One morning, after a particularly mind numbing lecture I passed her

as we all left the lecture theatre. "That was painful," I said.

"Oh yes," she agreed, "and of course, you just know that'll come up

in the exam."

"I've got an essay to do this afternoon too," I added, "I'm going

to need a drink tonight."

"Let's have one then," she suggested. This took me aback. All our

encounters had been in the safe environment of the canteen or the med

school, now she wanted a drink? But my brain worked quickly, this was too

good to pass up.

"I'm too knackered to go out," I said, "I've got a bottle of wine

in my room, why don't you come by tonight and help me drink it."

"Sure," she said, smiled, and went on her way.

Well, any thoughts of getting the essay done went to pieces then. I

spent the entire afternoon in a state, desperately trying to make my room

presentable while at the same time deciding what to wear. I wanted to look

good without appearing to have gone to any special trouble. In the back of

my mind I knew it was silly, the girl was straight for heaven's sake, but I

still wanted to make a good impression. In the end I opted for a tight

sleeveless top and my favourite (if far too big for me) jeans - I'm sure I

could have done better, but I figured I'd make a better impression if I was

more comfortable.

Afternoon turned to evening, and my pulse started to race with

nerves. Still no sign of her. I threw on the TV, tried to read a magazine,

I couldn't settle. Finally, a knock on the door. "It's open," I called.

The door opened and Kate walked in, looking stunning as usual. I

greeted her, trying not to let my nerves show, and poured two glasses from

the bottle of red I had standing on my desk. We got chatting, as usual, and

soon my nerves had all but gone away. The TV was still on in the

background, there was some American drama on, but I wasn't paying it any

real attention.

One of the women on the show caught my eye though (hey, I could

still appreciate an attractive woman even if I was only focused on one) and

I voiced my opinion of her. Nothing unusual there. But Kate's reaction

completely threw me.

"I couldn't agree more," she said.

I looked at her. "What?" I spluttered.

"I said I agree with you," she said.

There was a pause. "Are you trying to tell me something?" I asked.

"Oh, come on," she said, "like you hadn't guessed."

"Guessed what? You're gay?" Oh God, I thought. Composure, where are

you?

Kate lowered her voice. "Yeah, but no-one here knows. I like to

keep it like that."

"Christ," I said, "I thought you were straight. I mean, I had no

idea... it's just... oh dear, I'm not helping, am I?"

She half-laughed. "I thought you of all people would be the least

shocked."

"I'm just... surprised. Are you... with anyone?"

"No." she said. "I was. Back at home, there were one or two. But

not right now."

I thought I would melt. I reached for the bottle of wine and

refilled her glass, then my own. She was sitting on my bed, leaning against

the wall, about a foot away from me. She'd had a good three glasses of wine

by now, and I got up to get another bottle that I started to uncork.

"That's one of the reasons I came here tonight," she continued as I

peeled away the foil, "It gets to the point where I need to tell someone,

you know?"

I nodded. "One of the reasons?" I asked?

"Well, that and the fact that I get to admire your ass when you

have your back to me like that."

I turned around to face her, suddenly feeling very self-conscious,

while at the same time quietly euphoric. Even so, I knew why she was

uninhibited all of a sudden. "You're pissed," I told her.

"Probably," she said, "now come and sit back down."

I left the bottle to stand and sat myself down again next to

her. As I leant back, she repositioned herself so that she was ever so

slightly leaning over me. Before I could say anything her she took my face

in her hands and her lips met mine in the most tentative of kisses. I

pulled back slightly, taken completely aback, but she looked me in the eyes

and I knew then that she meant it. The quiet euphoria I had been feeling

turned into total and utter delight and I kissed her again. Her lips were

so soft; I could have kissed them forever. Opening my mouth slightly, I

probed her lips with my tongue and was rewarded with her tongue making its

way into my mouth. The passion between us began to grow as our tongues

began a dance so sweet, exploring one another with the wonder only found in

a first kiss.

I don't know how long that kiss lasted, we were lost in the moment,

but after some time I pulled away and began to kiss her neck. Kate

obligingly threw her head back, giving me access to all of her neck, and I

hungrily ran my tongue over it, tracing the line of her

windpipe. Simultaneously I undid the top button of her shirt, then stopped,

for fear of appearing too forward. No need to worry though, as she placed

her hands on my waistline and started to run them over my stomach under my

untucked top, her fingertips slowly working their way upwards towards my

breasts. Her touch felt like electricity over my skin and I felt my nipples

staring to harden in anticipation. I kissed her again, practically seizing

her lips with my own and plunging my tongue into the moist depths of her

mouth. I resumed my work on the buttons on her shirt, and before long it

was hanging open. Still kissing her deeply, I pushed the shirt back over

her shoulders, and unhooked her bra, pulling back to let it fall away.

Her newly freed breasts were now before me, and so struck was I by

them that I just gazed for a second or two, perhaps longer, I don't

know. She smiled as I looked on; no doubt delighted by the way I was in awe

of her body. Finally I tilted my head and again caressed the side of her

neck with my lips, but this time I worked my way downward. Kate moaned

quietly as I started to play her breasts with my tongue, exploring all of

them, kissing them, licking and occasionally gently nipping her skin. All

the while I was deliberately avoiding her pink nipples, which were standing

to attention so well; she would wait a little for that pleasure. Instead my

head went down between her breasts and I began to pay the same attention to

her firmly toned stomach. She was beneath me now, and I could tell by the

sounds she made that she was highly frustrated by my passing over her

nipples. At last I took pity on her and took her left nipple into my mouth

with the gentlest of suctions. However, she was still thrusting her breast

at me, so I sucked harder, deeper, I could almost feel her nipple grow in

my mouth as she let out a more satisfied groan.

I began to run my fingertips along her thigh, rucking up her skirt

in the process and causing her to part her legs a little. I could tell from

the aroma that she was wet, and that thought made my own juices start to

flow. I thought about all those fantasies I'd had about her before now,

like the time that I so desperately wanted to make love to her in the

library, and I also thought of all the times in the last few weeks when I'd

been touching myself while my head was filled with images of her. All that

time I'd wanted to have her in my bed like this, and now I did. I turned my

attention to her other nipple, all the while looking her right in the

eyes. The look on her face was one of raw lust, and how badly I wanted to

feel her climax beneath me, screaming out my name - I could hardly wait any

longer. I undid her skirt from behind, then pulled it down, tearing away

her knickers in the process, leaving her naked body sprawled out on my bed.

Not breaking eye contact my mouth started its decent. I started to

kiss the inside of her thighs, every breath filling my lungs with her

musky, womanly scent. I could see now how wet she was, her pussy was

glistening. Covering it was a fine coat of hair, darker than that on her

head - I started to question in my head her credentials as a true

blonde... but now was not the time.

I could contain myself no longer; I had to have her. I ran the tip

of my tongue over her pussy lips so lightly, so that she could only just

feel it, and I felt her body tense up, then relax. I probed a little

deeper, savouring her taste - so familiar yet unique to her at the same

time. Running my tongue up the length of her pussy, I came across her clit,

which was so hard and clearly enlarged. Every time I touched it, she would

moan a little louder, and I remained here for a time, toying with her,

teasing her. After a while, though, I felt the need to go deeper, so I move

my tongue downwards and found her opening. I could tell by the way she was

writhing about that she wanted me to enter her, and who was I to let her

down? I slid my tongue into her pussy, as far as it would go, and licked

her from the inside. She was filling my mouth with her hot juices, and I

found myself not being able to get enough of the taste of her. However I

could sense that she needed more than just my tongue filling her, so I

returned my mouth to her clit and instead slipped first one, then two, then

three fingers inside her.

Well, that did it. She began squirming franticly as my fingers

rhythmically plunged in and out of her. I made a seal around her clit and

started to suck on it, and as I did this I felt her entire body begin to

contract. Clearly she was reaching her orgasm, and she started crying out

louder:

"Oh, God, yes, that's it... oh yeeeaaahhhhh, that's sooo

goooooood... ohmigod I'm gonna come... yeeeeeeessssssssss!

YEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS! AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH!" I continued to work her until the

bucking and the screaming subsided. I looked up and saw that she was

panting hard, and as I did she looked at me and smiled. "That was

amazing. So good. Come here and hold me."

I eased my fingers out of her pussy; they were coated with her

juices, so I licked each of them clean, enjoying every last drop of her

wonderful wetness. Then I raised myself up on my arms and moved up the bed

to join her. When our heads were level she grabbed mine and pulled it to

hers, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. Then she collapsed back onto the

bed as I lay down besides her, and she shuffled into my arms. We remained

like that for a time, and I held her so tight, something I had never really

bothered to do with any of my previous lovers. From time to time I kissed

the top of her head or her forehead, and I felt a deep sense of well being.

After some time, Kate turned to me and kissed me again. "You are so

gorgeous," she said.

"What about you?" I replied, "Do you have any idea how much trouble

you have caused me recently?"

"How so?" she asked.

"Do you remember when you borrowed that book from me in the

library?"

"Sure, why?"

"Well, ever since then I've been crazy about you," I went on, "Only

I thought It was useless."

She smiled again. "Really? Wow." She paused. "I thought you weren't

too bad yourself."

I blushed as she nuzzled herself against my neck, then she looked

down at the rest of me.

"This will never do, you know."

"What," I asked, terrified that I had committed some awful faux

pas.

"You are still dressed," she said with a wry smile, "and that is

clearly wrong."

"So what are you gonna do about it then?" I asked.

"This," she replied, turning to kiss me again. Once more I felt

myself drowning in her, as I wrapped my arms around her neck, trying to

pull her closer to me than was possible. As she kissed me from above I felt

her hands venture downward and start to undo my belt. All my senses were

fine tuned as she undid my jeans and pulled them and my underwear down. I

knew I was wet, and for some reason my legs were very willing to open. I

sat up and took my top off, and now I, too, was naked. Kate looked me up

and down, then smiled, and started to run her tongue down my neck, then

onto my breasts. My nipples were so hard, and I gasped when her tongue

passed over one of them.

As she paid attention to my breasts with her mouth, I could feel

her stoking my inner thigh with her fingers, each stroke going a little

higher than the last. Eventually she reached my now soaking pussy, and I

felt all my muscles clench as she ever so lightly started to caress my

clit.

"Stop," I said, suddenly, and she looked alarmed, but when she saw

the dirty expression on my face she appeared less worried. I've always been

more of a giver than a taker, and never allowed myself to be taken unless

I've had a good few goes myself first. I reached under my bed and pulled

out a large shoebox, my 'box of tricks' if you will. She immediately picked

up on how my mind was working and appeared delighted. I opened the box, and

took out an ample sized purple dildo (not for me, these 'super realistic'

ones - if I wanted to be involved with actual penises, I'd be straight.)

and a leather harness. I rummaged around a little more and found another

dildo, and then looked back at Kate who wore an expression of glee.

"One thing you have to know about me," I said as I put on the

harness and slid the second dildo into myself, with a gasp, "is that I'm a

very generous person. And I'm not done with you yet."

"I can live with that," said Kate as she gazed at the purple dildo,

which was now in place perpendicular to my body. Then she pushed me back

down onto the bed, so that I was on my back and she was straddling my

stomach.

I could see that she was going to be in charge here, but as I was

still getting to have my wicked way, I wasn't complaining. Her pussy was

just above me and I could feel her moisture on my stomach. I was so getting

off on the view of this gorgeous woman naked above me, then to my delight

she shuffled back a few inches and lowered herself onto my waiting

shaft. The dildo must have been some eight or nine inches, and the whole

thing disappeared into her. She let out a long moan as it filled her, then

looked down at me. I gave a little thrust and she moaned again, before

raising herself two thirds of the way up again. Then she sank down as

before, and continued this rhythm, all the time getting a little faster and

a little harder. I could sense how close she was getting to orgasm, and I

reached forward and massaged her throbbing clit while she rode me so well,

all the time her moaning becoming louder and louder - I was thankful that

most of my corridor had gone out tonight. Finally she leant back and with

one last thrust I buried the dildo inside her as she came, almost yelling

the place down. There were beads of sweat on her forehead, and her whole

body was stiff as the sounds subsided and she silently screamed.

When she came back down to earth I was grinning up at her as she

panted. She still had the dildo inside her and as I sat up to put my arms

around her she moaned again, ever so softly. "Don't tell me there's more

in the pot," I said, eyes wide. "Why don't you find out?" she replied,

with and expression that said 'take me again' so blatantly. This girl

amazed me - personally I have never been able to come more than once - or

twice very occasionally - in quick succession, yet here she was, obviously

demanding more. Well, who was I to deny her?

"You're incredible," I managed to say between kisses. Keeping

myself inside her, I manouvered the pair of us so that she was beneath

me. I kissed her again, exploring her mouth once more, before raising

myself up on my arms. This must have altered the angle of the dildo inside

her because she squirmed with delight. Then I eased myself out of her a

little, and she looked disappointed, but I reassured her that there was a

reason for this. I lifted one of her thighs and bent down a little so that

I could get her knee over my shoulder, then did the same with the other

leg, before thrusting into her once again. She very nearly came there and

then. "Oh my God," she gasped, "you are so deep inside me, I feel so full I

can't believe it."

I was right up to the hilt in her, and I started to make slow

thrusting motions, and I could see very quickly that she was starting to

lose control. I too was having difficulties, as every time I pushed into

her it affected the dildo that was inside my pussy. She started making more

and more noise as I increased the intensity of my motions, and I realized

that the incoherent sounds were her repeating my name over and over.

I drove into her open pussy so hard now, and again she was coming,

losing control of herself. She was bucking on the bed, and it was hard work

keeping up with her, but I did. Inside my own pussy I could feel the

movement of the second dildo, and while is wasn't enough to make me come,

the pleasure was making me work her even harder, until finally the

collapsed with a sigh and I became dislodged.

Her entire body, and now mine too, was damp with sweat, and as she

lowered her legs I fell into her arms, kissing her as I did so. She was

breathing heavily, and I could tell that she was now well and truly

spent. Her lips met mine lazily, and she wrapped her arms around me. I

buried my face between her neck and her shoulder, and we lay like that for

a while, not saying anything, she enjoying the afterglow.

After a while, Kate spoke. "That was amazing. I've never been taken

like that in my life. Where did you learn to do that?"

"You don't want to know," I replied, not because the answer was

bad, but I just didn't feel that now was the time to go through my sexual

history.

"Well," she said, "whoever it was, I'm grateful to her."

"I'm grateful to you." I murmured.

"Why?"

"I've never... cared before," I said, "before, all I ever had

were meaningless one-offs, apart from a couple of fairly insignificant

relationships. This is different."

"Where do you see us going then," she asked.

I lifted myself up again, and looked her in the eyes. "I really

like you," I said, "and I don't want this to be a one off. I..." I tailed

off, unsure of how to finish the sentence.

"Tell me," she said softly.

I paused. "I can see myself falling in love with you." I was amazed

at myself for thinking it, let alone saying it. This was me, who had spent

her life putting emotional barriers between her and every woman she came

into contact with. I worried that I had said too much, too soon, but Kate

smiled at me and kissed me.

"I can see it too," she said finally.

I think we must have dozed off in each other's arms at that point,

because I remember waking about half an hour later. The light was still on,

and when I looked up at Kate her eyes were opening too.

We lay there for a while, then I felt her hands move down my sides.

"I seem to remember that you haven't had anything yet," she said.

I smiled. "Is that an offer then?"

"I think it might just be."

She kissed me again, lightly at first, but a sudden surge of

passion inside me made me plunge my tongue into her mouth, and she returned

the compliment. Meanwhile, the hands that had been going down my thighs

found the dildo and harness that were still in place. She seemed surprised

to find them still there, but set about unfastening the strap, and pulling

them all away from my body. I moaned slightly when the dildo from inside me

slid out, and then moaned some more when I felt her fingertips start to

caress me. She was just playing with my pussy to start with, introducing

herself to a previously unexplored part if me. Her other hand was kneading

my breasts, while she was continuing to inspect the inside of my mouth with

that hot tongue of hers.

The fingers on my pussy were deftly rubbing between my lips, before

she found my clit. This first contact made me arch my back and gasp, and

she seemed delighted by my reaction. She then knelt up and gathered up the

dildoes a harness and put them on (or in) herself just as I had. I must

have visibly reacted to this because she told me that I would have to wait

a little longer for that, before resuming kissing me, though this time all

over my neck. Her lips started to work down my body once again, only this

time I was in no mood to stop her. After she was satisfied that my breasts

and nipples had had all the attention they deserved she ran her tongue down

over my stomach, tracing every curve. Still she continued downward, and I

was terrified that she would deliberately avoid my dripping pussy just to

frustrate me, so it was a pleasant surprise when she did not. The moment I

felt her tongue touch my clit I was on fire, and found myself grinding my

pussy into her face so hard. I was smearing my wetness all over her, but I

didn't care, and neither, it seemed, did she.

She started to suck on my clit and the sensations had my writhing

about even more, and before long I found myself on the edge of orgasm. Just

as I was about to come, though, Kate pulled away from me. Before I could

protest, however, she ordered me to turn around so that I was on all

fours. I was so frustrated from the timing of her stopping that I was

tempted to sulk, but so desperate to experience what she had in store that

I eagerly complied. Once I was settled I felt the head of the dildo against

the entrance of my pussy, then is was pushed in a little, then all the

way. My arms nearly gave way at that point, but I just about kept my

composure and instead pushed back onto it. Kate was filling me so deeply I

nearly came there and then, and as she began to get a rhythm going she

reached around with one hand and began to rub my clit. I felt her lips on

the back of my neck and my shoulders, and with every thrust I was getting

closer and closer to going over the edge.

Finally, I felt the first spasms of my orgasm radiate out from my

pussy, and I was screaming out as every muscle in my body tense. Every

stroke on my clit was like an electric shock in my body as I ground myself

backwards onto Kate. I kept thinking I couldn't take any more, and then

another wave would crash through me better than the last. Finally my arms

did give way and I fell onto the pillow, panting so hard, but feeling more

incredible than ever before.

After a second or two, I felt Kate's body on top of mine and her

kissing me on the cheek. Weakly, I turned to face her, and put my arms

around her. No words were said, but none needed to be. I was happier than I

could remember being, and everything felt so right. Again we must have

drifted off, because the next thing I remember is being woken by her

kissing my forehead in the morning.

We stayed together until the end of medical school. When we got our

first house jobs, we were so far from one another that the relationship

fizzled out slowly. We went our separate ways, but I never really fell out

of love with her. Some years later, though, I ran into her in my hospital,

and discovered that she had been for an interview for a post, unaware that

I worked there. She got the job, and we were able to rekindle our

relationship. But that's another story...