Date: Mon, 26 Feb 2001 17:27:33 +0000 (GMT)
From: R S <shewhowrites@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: White Wine and Medics

	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.
	That said, hello again. This story is actually the sequel to 'Red
Wine and Medics' by the same author. I hope you enjoy it.
	Please do e-mail me with any comments: shewhowrites@yahoo.co.uk
	Also, visit my *NEW* website: http://www.geocities.com/shewhowrites
	The site contains all my writings, plus a little background to
them, and is always expanding.

	And so the story begins...

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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