Blips on My Life’s Sexual Radar Ch. 02

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A/N – Thank you for joining me on this journey of love, lust, romance, and hopefully amazing sex. This series will include some Sapphic love as well as a small, very small trust of heterosexual. Our protagonist will also engage in some consensual light BDSM. If you are not interested in these topics,

I thank you for your time and wish you well. For those still here with us, I hope you enjoy this jaunt. And for the Grammar Nannie’s, I do this for fun, not to be ridiculed by you.

***

Thirty minutes later we untangled as I made my way to the hall entrance of the room, gathered my clothes and dressed. With one final kiss, I bid farewell to April and Claire. I returned to my room to shower, pack, and check out.

After packing my car, I smiled thinking to myself, this was the perfect three day getaway as my new summer job begins. Next up, my life as a research assistant.

****End of Chapter 1****

As you may recall, Mrs. Bentley my former advisor and lover, assisted me in obtaining a position at Mass General Hospital. I had taken my few days of vacation and enjoyed some time in Vermont. I have settled into my in between educational track and was prepared for new employee orientation, so I thought.

New employee orientation started on an amazingly stressful Monday morning. During the first coffee break, I was brought to a slightly softer and comforting bliss when I first saw him. He wasn’t overly tall, maybe 6′ 3″ but he was broad shouldered, slim waisted. A swimmer’s body, I saw his captivating chiseled, square jaw, freshly clean shaven yet sporting an out of style long, thick, and flowing head of red hair. He had so much hair. So long I wasn’t able to see the collar of the light blue dress shirt he was wearing.

It just looked wrong but there was something about him, god damn why was I getting turned on?

Over the next few weeks we all got busy in our roles as Research Assistants. Like others in my orientation class, we clung together eating lunch together at times. During our lunch on Friday of week two, we decided to send out a group text inviting all who started with us to meet at the comedy club in the Haymarket area for drinks and the show catching up. We agreed for drinks at 7:30 and the show, which started at 9:00

I was relieved when we decided on a comedy club. I could just dress casually, a blouse and jeans. I wouldn’t have to worry too much as I would be in the dark most of the time. At times I just didn’t think I was attractive as my other friends and peers.

Coupled with the fact I am slightly older, I would feel a sense of comfort in a darker setting. I really never worried about what I looked like in the past going out. I was just out with my college girlfriends and they were so much more beautiful than I.

Now, I am not that innocent. Growing up I did spend time with both boys and girls, but you knew that. However my time with one Fındıkzade travesti or two boys I was with really wasn’t my priority nor were they satisfying. Boys will be boys, as the cliché goes. My time spent with a woman, specifically a mature and knowledgeable woman was delightful, satisfying, amazing and pure bliss.

There was one very specific mature woman who taught me what love or a woman could be and was. She slowly cared for me and ensured I knew how to care for her.

But yet her career, a military officer took her away from me as she was done with her ROTC instructor stint. When we parted she was as kind, loving and gentle as she could be yet she made certain that she didn’t break my heart. She wouldn’t allow that.

So, I enjoyed the company of a woman or women, like last weekend. I still desire and dream of what it would be like to feel love from a real man. My education, my path, my passion for who I wanted to become took priority over everything. That sexual interaction could wait once I completed my studies becoming a physician.

Or so I thought.

***

On Friday night I drove to Alewife, parked then took the Red Line to Park Street then transferred to the Green Line to Haymarket. I just love the MBTA. It makes my life so much easier living in my folk’s home in Concord.

Arriving a little late, I walked in seeing some of the group had already arrived. I was immediately calmed and had a sense of immediate relief. I wasn’t over or under dressed. The four girls were wearing jeans, one was in comfy slacks and the three men were in jeans as well. There were varying tops; most were summertime tops colorful and pretty. I had put my hair up into a messy bun not thinking much of it.

We all settled around two tables and took menus for drinks and appetizers. Cara, a beautiful large breasted girl with beautiful sandy blonde hair sat on my left. She seemed to be the social butterfly just engaging with everyone. On my right was Ann, an extremely beautiful Asian woman with jet black hair and dark eyes. Her smile is contagious and dazzling. Her cheekbones sat high on her face. I was mesmerized by her beauty.

Then there was Aaron, holy fuck! Yes the aforementioned redhead with his jutting square jaw and broad shoulders. He hadn’t shaved in a few days, the red on his face brighter than that on his head. He was delicious looking. He looked like a real man! Sitting on the other side of Aaron was Dwayne. He was cute, a younger looking man, like I said cute. Not really the ideal man I would want to enjoy an evening with.

We ordered drinks and appetizers and just chatted lightly about each other’s past and backgrounds. Some were more open, some were more subdued. After drinks and snacks, we made our way to the comedy club. There was an overwhelming anticipation for the Improv. We would see who would openly want to and be a part of the show if Fındıkzade travestileri possible.

As we took our seats Aaron sat to my left and Ann sat on my right. Shit, I was nervous. There was whispering in the crowds and among us. Some giggling as we were all feeling pretty good.

At one point I leaned over to Ann and touched her shoulder and whispered to her how I loved her hair. I wish I had a full sheen like hers. I swear she blushed and I knew I felt a shiver.

“I am sorry to have started you.” I withdrew my hand and apologized to her.

She turned and smiled. “Hmm no, it’s fine. I am glad you said so.”

As I sat back up straight in my seat, I felt Aaron touch my shoulder. Fuck me! It was my turn to shiver. His touch was a straight trigger to my nipples.

“You look so much better in your jeans than you do scrubs.” He said the only time, outside of orientation; we saw each other was when I was in scrubs at work.

My ego was just inflated; I was thrilled to receive a compliment. I looked at him and smiled, I knew I was blushing.

“Thanks, I’m glad it’s dim here so I can fool you with my not so great looks.” I giggled a bit, “It’s why I don’t like the lights on. I don’t like to scare my lover away.” I giggled a bit more.

“I accept!” Aaron replied and moved his hand from my shoulder to my lower thigh, almost at my knee.

Now I knew I should have stopped this but that touch of his lit a fire in my kitty and it was liquid fucking hot! This son of a gun was a smooth dude. But my night took a serious turn when Ann whispered in my ear.

“Seems like you will be busy after the show, that’s a shame. We could have had a bit of fun as well.”

“Ann, wait please no.”

She touched my thigh. “Trust me. I will wait, I will. You enjoy him and come back to a woman who will rock your world, lights on or off.” She whispered then smiled and winked.

Oh holy fuck! I literally gasped taking in a breath! My head was spinning. Even more breathtaking, is Ann didn’t remove her hand. It seems she wanted me to know she was serious.

I was saved, for the time being as the emcee stepped on stage and the crowd erupted into applause.

***

The first act of the comedy show was amazing. It was forty-five minutes of pure laughter and enjoyment. During intermission, we all grabbed another drink then I excused myself to the ladies room.

I made my way through the crowd and into the ladies room. I made my way into a stall and relieved myself. God damn, my panties were gooey. These two had me wet and dreaming of enjoyment. I was so tempted to just edge myself a tiny bit but I heard the door to the bathroom open and close a few times, I thought better of it.

I finished, dressed and opened the stall door. I was startled when I saw Ann standing right there smiling.

She smiled. “I have never made love in a public bathroom stall.” She winked, Travesti fındıkzade and then took a step forward kissing my lips softly.

I wanted to wrap my arms around her and kiss her deeply, but she stepped away, turned and headed out, back to her seat.

Fuck! My head was spinning. I was lightheaded, my nipples were aching and my clit was throbbing. Fuck! Her kiss lit my fire. I washed my hands and looked at myself in the mirror. God damn, I wish I was more attractive. I turned and made my way back to my seat, joining the others just in time for the emcee to start the second act.

I will be the first to admit I felt the tension between Aaron and I as the show went on. We laughed and nudged each other a bit when something was funny. But there was something missing, maybe I was just thinking I needed and wanted a man.

As the show ended he asked if I wanted to grab another drink. I accepted. The next thing I knew and I was okay with it, we were on his couch enjoying a typical Boston Lager while we each got handsy with the other.

He was sort of quick to jump from a nice caress and a soft squeeze to a full on grab and maul of my breasts. Then without much real love and attention his hands were down unbuttoning my jeans.

Okay, again in all fairness, I was willing.

I tried to slow him as I mentioned and was suggestive in a nice oral on oral stimulation to take her edge off and then have a good long fuck but alas, I was let down. Boys will be boys.

Aaron’s nice cock fit me well and was certainly pleasing. At first it seemed that he knew what he was doing. The cock filled me nicely but the mauling hands were a turn off. As I came “at the top of my lungs”, I ‘begged’ him to cum all over my tits which was enjoyable for me.

Pfft!

After a courtesy cuddle and a bathroom break, I eased my way out of staying the night. He offered to walk me to the t-station which was a short distance but I passed telling him I was strong Irish Girl and no one would fuck with me.

A kiss on the cheek and I was out the door heading home.

***

I got in my car, turned it on and sat there for a moment. I changed the radio station to 100.7 Boston’s Classic Rock just listening, but really not. I was mentally distracted and very upset at myself.

I thought to myself, what a fucking mess this is going to be for the next few months while waiting to start medical school. Thank god Aaron was pursuing his Ph.D. I wouldn’t be around him for much longer.

Don’t fucking ask me why but I reached into my purse, pulled out my phone and sent a text.

‘You were right Ann. When can I see you?’

I put my phone back in my purse, pulled out of the Alewife parking garage and headed home.

****End of Chapter 2****

Thank you for taking your time to read this second chapter. I hope you enjoyed it; it was fun to escape for a bit. I will write more when time allows as I sit here while MB is in her appointments.

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All my love,

Aoife