“Oh.  Ok.”  Dr. Forester walks off.  Dr. Schmidt’s eyebrows come together.  She thinks to herself and feels that worried sensation deep in her gut…something tells her there’s a problem in this somewhere.  She looks up at the clock and puts her thoughts aside for a now as she moves on to her next case.

At the young resident’s apartment, the heated discussion had turned a familiar turn…as the anxiety and nervousness and tension and…well just about everything between them turned to a familiar resort…

Bette had the young woman pinned up against her bedroom wall as the blonde’s hands wrapped around the strong Lothario’s body and grasp it as she felt Bette’s hands cusp her bare backside underneath the invaded clothing.  She gasped and moaned as Bette’s movements betrayed her voracious appetite, feeling herself being controlled by a pull in her lower body and a radiant heat throughout the rest of it.  But slowly the older woman’s movements intensified and yet became gentler…the pace changed.  She softened her touch and explored the fair skinned torso, finding the soft parts beneath their supportive brassier and arousing them within seconds.  The younger woman was feeling an intense escalation as she also sensed the rhythm alter its course.  Bette softly kissed her, suckled her lips and spoke gently into her ear.  

“I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to be so…so…”

“It’s ok…you’re great…”

“I’m sorry if I’m going too fast…”

“No, no…it’s ok…I hope I didn’t do anything…”

No, not at all…”  Bette looks at her.  “You know, this is a little strange but would you mind if we stopped?”  The blonde looks struck…  “No no no…it’s not you…I would like nothing more than to take you to your bed right now and spent the next few hours there but…”

“Hey it’s ok…I understand if you don’t…”

“No no…I want to…but…can I see you again?  I mean, can we go out?  On a proper date?  Tomorrow night…I’ll take you to dinner…”  The young woman smiles…and her entire body feels the affects of it…but she feels certain parts of her standing at attention…waiting for resolution…she reluctantly but somehow agrees…her body likely not agreeing with her…

“Of course…sure…that would be great…yeah…”

“You sure?”

“Yes, yes….I’m sure…”  Bette hasn’t yet stepped back.  “But…”

“What?  What’s wrong?  I understand if you don’t want to…”

“Oh no…I WANT to…I just…”

“What?”

The young woman leans in and whispers in Bette’s ear… “Would you do me a huge favour?”  Bette nods.  “My body is on the brink of the most amazing release…”  Bette’s eyes close at hearing those words… “…and you brought it there…”  Bette feels her own body tense up in anticipation…  “I would really like for you to…take me to where it desperately wants to go…”  No words could be formed beyond those last ones as the young woman moaned at feeling a swift incursion at her center-point and then enduring an assured yet determined thrust into her body as her back pressed up against the wall with all the force and rhythm that the body leading the fray demanded.