This is but the introductory background to the story of my erotic liberation. Necessary reading to appreciate the erotica in the serial parts that will follow.
Dr. Jen.
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I confess to never thinking I would write for Literotica.com. As much as I have enjoyed some of the more realistic stories over the years, it was not until this Covid-19 crisis that I was moved to do so.
I am a 38 year old female physician in day 7 of a 14 day isolation, living in the basement of the home I share with my husband and lover of 14 years. As an Obs/Gyn physician, I was not exactly on the front lines. However, I managed to become exposed when doing my quarterly rounds to check on the ladies of a nursing home the day before one of them fell ill with the virus and the home put on lock down. So here I sit, before my laptop, bored out of my mind and desperately missing both the warmth of my husband's attention, and frankly, some of his very talented physical attention. Thus, with my husband and best friend's permission, I thought I would write about how sexually fortunate I have been since I met my husband.
First, let me pick some names for the principal characters of this narrative: I like Jennifer, so I will go with Dr. Jen. My best friend I'll call Laura. Maybe my husband's name is Rob; or maybe not, but I'll go with that unless he tells me otherwise.
Laura and I have been inseparable since grade school, growing up in a small northern Alberta town before our careers eventually brought us south to a large Canadian city. It was a mix of farming and oil and gas revenues that in the 90's allowed for a prosperous community. Laura was the farm girl, me the townie. My dad was one of the local GP's and my mom a bookkeeper.
Laura and I were the two bright ones, friendly competitors for the highest marks and making honours all through high school and our seven years at university. It is there I met Rob and our story begins.
Friday's were pub nights at a number of the gatherings of our university. Most Meds and Law students preferred the weekly "Great Hall" pub sponsored by the student union. One October evening, Laura and I were sitting with many of the kids in my Meds class. The Meds guys were out chasing anything that looked potentially fuckable in the belief that every female was looking to have a "doctor" as her new love.
At the time I was in second year Meds. Laura was in her final year of computer engineering before beginning her Masters degree and was needing some female companionship. That evening, we were joined by a classmate who had dragged over her little brother Rob from across the hall. Rob was in first year Law and had been invited to join her sister if he wanted to meet some "really smart" ladies who wanted to talk about something other than torts and civil procedure.
Up walked this blond 6'3" good looking man with deep blue eyes, perfect goddamn teeth, and a voice made to moisten any heterosexual 24 year old female's panties. The he sat down across from Laura who was beside me. For me, it was love at first sight.
Unlike most of his male peers in the professional schools, Rob was confident but reticent about himself, wanting to know more about each of his sister's classmates and modestly speaking of himself. He didn't have an undergrad and had talked his way into the university's law school with just three years of post grade 12, and I later learned, an LSAT score that put him in the 98th percentile. As he sat across from me and asked about Laura, me, and my classmates about us, I immediately felt this overwhelming attraction to a man who no one would presume from his manner, looks or confidence was three years my junior.
I would describe both Laura and I then as both modestly attractive - at least solid 8's on the scale of 10. I was 5'9", Laura an inch shorter. Despite our nerd high marks in school, both of us had been very active in figure skating from 7 to 15 years of age, and we loved riding our horses that Laura's parents boarded at her farm: Two sports guaranteed with enough effort to produce in us legs and asses most men could only lust for in our faded tight jeans. Laura was slightly bigger on top, but on a good day, I could pass for a large B, or a small C. Neither of us were extraordinarily pretty, but our features were not unattractive.
Rob quickly figured out that he was in a "target rich" environment amongst the female Med students. Laura had a much better success rate at dating, because she was one of 20 females in a graduating class of 230 mostly horny engineers. But female Meds students were a different matter. The reason we female Meds students hung out at the Great Hall without boyfriends was because while we could usually attract males at the other university gatherings for a dance and a quick fuck until they found out we were in Meds and going to be doctors. Unfortunately, usually only the complete assholes remained interested in temporarily hanging out with a woman who was likely not only smarter than him but destined to be the breadwinner of a couple. Yes, the male ego can be a pretty easy nut to crack.
