(Readers: This is a continuation of a story I posted near the first of the month called "SWEAT."
(Here's the URL: https://literotica.com/s/sweat-16).
That story has received the highest numbers of views, saves, and likes of any story I've submitted so far.
I'm using it as the launch point of a series of stories involving the same characters.
This story, SCRUBS, is a little bit of a slow burn because I'm setting up the series and filling out the characters as I go.
Please enjoy. I look forward to your likes, saves, and feedback.)
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Scrubs
I'm working in my office upstairs at home.
It's about 9:30 in the morning and I hear the doorbell. I check the RING camera and I'm surprised, and pleased, to see that it's my drop-dead gorgeous next-door neighbor. She must just be coming home from work; she's still in her hospital scrubs.
Since it's not another damn solicitor I'm happy to answer the door.
Besides, we DID just have fantastic, frantic sex in my upstairs shower the other day.
I pull the front door open and she sort of peers around it from outside the storm door.
"Hey!" I call through the glass. "Good morning!" I push the storm door open a ways.
"Hi," she says through a brilliant grin.
My head-voice says: (My god, she's un-fucking-believably beautiful!)
"I hope I'm not interrupting..."
"Not at all," I say. "What can I do for you?"
"This will only take a minute, I hope." she replies. "Can I take a minute of your morning?"
"Absolutely!" I say as I step through the open door and join her on the porch.
She backs away a step and rests her gorgeous ass on the porch rail. Lucky porch rail!
"Well," she begins, "let me start by saying this has a little to do with um... with our... um... our... shower... the other morning."
Bang! My mind is off to the races. In spite of the smile, she's pissed. Or she's pregnant. Or she's pissed AND she's pregnant. She's gonna call the cops. She's gonna file charges. She's gonna call my employer. She's gonna go bat-shit crazy and boil a rabbit on the stove or something.
I manage to hold all of that inside, and I think I keep it off of my face.
"I... I remember that... fondly," I finally manage to stammer. "Quite fondly, indeed."
She gives me her perky, smirky smile and her eyes glitter like they did the other day.
"Oh, and I do too," she starts, "...remember it... fondly..." It's a different sort of stammer on her part, but a stammer still the same.
"So..." she begins, and then abruptly interrupts herself. "This is going to sound funny, because I know you've told me before. Please remind me... of your... name?" She finishes with an embarrassed little giggle.
I give a little laugh too, mainly because, as she said, she's told me her name before as well... but I don't remember hers either.
I extend my hand and do a little mock-bow in her direction.
"I'm Randy." And then I look up at her over the top of my glasses and say "... and you are??"
She laughs and takes my hand and firmly shakes it.
"I'm Kathryn. Call me Kate," she declares. She doesn't let go of my hand for a beat or two, and then almost softly releases it.
"So... Randy..." Kate begins again, and then she stops again. She glances around the neighborhood from my elevated porch, and then says:
"Would you mind if we had this conversation inside? Would that be okay?"
"Absolutely!" I exclaim, wishing I had invited her inside to begin with. "Please come in!"
I pull the storm door open and she leads the way into the house.
I didn't realize they made hospital scrubs that fit a gorgeous ass like hers so tightly. But apparently they do.
"Your house is so similar to mine," Kate says as she scans the rooms to the right and left. She moves on into the family room that adjoins the kitchen.
"Tract builders," I reply. "They follow the same damn formula through the whole neighborhood. Can I offer you something to drink, Kate? Coke? Water?... Beer?"
Kate smiles: "Oh, it's too early for me to have a beer. Water would be great, thanks."
Kate sits in a single leather chair that's part of the L-shaped furniture configuration in that room. The chair is deep and she sits just at the edge of it.
She crosses her firm legs and leans forward just a bit.
The top of Kate's scrubs fit her gorgeous upper body as well as the bottoms fit her ass. Her generous boobs are prominent and I can see just the tiniest hint of cleavage below her open collar. It was chilly outside this morning and so I can barely see little nubs of nipples peaking up through the fabric.
I'm reminded of how Kate pressed those same boobs and nipples into my back the other morning in the shower. My cock jumps a little at the memory.
I hand her a bottle of water and sit at her end on a longer sofa against an adjoining wall... the long part of the "L".
"So... what's on your mind?" I inquire.
Kate takes a sip and begins,
"Okay. First off, this is going to be kind of a weird conversation. I've been trying to think of all the different ways to say what I'm going to say... I finally decided I would just come out and say it."
In my mind I'm sliding back to the potential of cops coming to the door or some runner from an attorney's office presenting me with a summons to appear in a courtroom somewhere.
I interrupt her. "Look, if this has something to do with the shower..." I begin. Kate jumps right in front of my next words.
"Oh, it has everything to do with that," she says, declaratively. "That's what got this whole thought process started... for me..."
"Ohhh... Okay," I say. "I'm listening."
Kate utters a short sigh and it appears she's choosing a different starting point.
"I don't think you ever met my ex-husband. Did you ever meet Craig?" Kate asks.
"I did not," I reply. "I think you two had already split up when we moved into this house a year or so ago. I've only seen you and your daughter over there."
"Right... that makes sense," she replies. "He left about three years ago."
Kate steams on: "We got married really early. I got pregnant with Amanda and I was still in pre-med in Nebraska. That's where I'm from... Nebraska.
