1. Note To Self


    Date: 11/27/2014, Categories: Bisexual, Author: blin18, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    now she was looking up at my face, her brows drawing together and a smirk curling at the corner of her mouth. “… a-a-a-a-nd … you’re a doctor,” I said slowly, a blush spreading up my cheeks as I realised my mistake. “You’ve sat through more anatomy classes than I’ve busted drug dealers.” “Uh huh,” she smiled. “It was a figure of speech.” “I feel like a dork,” I said, rolling my eyes. “You feel like a ripped dork,” she said, impressed. “Do it once more for me and I’ll forgive you.” She smiled again and placed her other hand warmly on the bare skin of my back just above the jeans. I flexed once more and held it, then popped it quickly a few times. She squeezed me gently as it almost jumped from her fingers. “That is so cool,” she laughed, letting me go. “I so wish I could that. Michael would go mental !” “Michael’s got absolutely nothing to complain about,” I complimented her as we both reached for our bras. “And guys aren’t as impressed by that as you’d think.” Her pale cheeks looked flushed as she slipped back into her pretty bra. What had just happened? Was that two women making friends and sharing personal health advice? Was it a seduction of some kind? Or did we just both just discover something about ourselves that we never suspected? ~~~ God, I’ve been writing furiously all morning and missed lunch. And I still have to pick up Jimmy and drop him at Nona’s before my late-shift, so I won’t get this finished today, either. I read through everything above and felt those ...
    same confused feelings all over again. Some of what I’ve written is colored by the dream I had on Sunday night; I guess I was thinking those things at the time – about her nipples and her skirt and the touch of her breasts on my arm – but I wasn’t conscious of it while I was doing it, and I didn’t walk away thinking about sex or my own sexuality. It’s hard to explain. I was aroused, but I wasn’t thinking about being aroused; I wasn’t thinking about much at all, except how strange it felt … but fun. Susan was fun, and I made a friend. The lesbian jokes we were both making were real; we were joking around and having a laugh; they weren’t just a smokescreen for homoerotic thoughts, although that’s the way it sounds when I read it back. It wasn’t until after the dream that I replayed everything through a different lens and wondered what Susan was thinking. I know she felt something, but was she ahead of me or behind? Had she felt that way before, or was it her first time, too? And more importantly, has she admitted to her feelings like I am having to? Or are they still bottled up inside that stern-but-pretty doctor’s façade? I still have one thing to do before I pick up Jimmy; I need to answer her IM about drinks. I don’t drink on work-nights, but I’m back on early shifts from Friday and I have Saturday off. So I guess I’m going … I guess. @SgtAnna24415: Drinks sound good. Anna I haven’t pressed Send yet. I’ve been staring at that for a minute or two, knowing I have to leave and I ...
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