Chapter One
I heard the question and groaned. First, it was four in the morning, second, she had been doing this all day, evening, and now it appears was continuing it in the early morning hours. My groan wasn't a satisfactory answer, so she asked it again.
"Who is the hottest guy in the locker room?" Anne said again.
"Can we please talk about something else, your plans for tomorrow or I guess today actually? Or how your kids are doing in school, complaints about the lack of housework your husband does, the weather?"
"Oh, so the other evening when you couldn't stop talking about hot guys, or really the anatomy of hot guys, that was a one-time thing? Maybe I should have asked who has the most mouthwatering dick, would that be better?" Anne responded adding a sarcastic smile and a raised eyebrow.
"No, look I just am not comfortable talking about it while we are at work. Hell, I am not really comfortable talking about it all, and you are first person I have every actually talked to about it all." I replied.
"Okay, honestly I am just trying to let you know that you can talk to me about it and it will be fine. No judgements I promise. Although, I do kind of want the scoop on who looks good naked if for no other reason than I have been looking at the same dick for over 20 years and I don't even see that one very much anymore." She sighed as she finished talking.
Anne was my partner. My work partner, we spent 24 hours together on an ambulance, and then got two days off, with an extra day off thrown in every couple of weeks. We were both paramedics who worked for the fire department but honestly the guys and the few girls that rode the fire trucks considered us the redheaded stepchildren. The guys looked down on us, the paramedics, as not being a manly and macho as them. So, we shared the firehouse, the kitchen, the bunkroom and as obvious by our conversation, the locker rooms but never really felt like we belonged.
Anne and I had worked together now for three years. She was married and had two kids, both off to college now. She loved her family and even when she was busting on her husband you could tell there was genuine affection. They had married young and started their family early. Now, in her early forties she was just three years into her dream career that had been put on hold while she had raised her kids.
I was ten years younger than her but because I had been doing this job since I was in my early twenties, when it came to work, I was very much her senior. When it came to pretty much everything else in life, she had fast become the older sister I had never had. Twenty four hours together in an ambulance provided time to talk about all kinds of different subjects and that we did. When we would get around to my personal life though the talks would end quickly. The truth was I really didn't have much of one. I had dated, occasionally, and even had relationships but they never seemed to last very long and never really got serious.
I had recently broken up with my last girlfriend a few months ago. She was a nurse in the emergency room that we frequently transported patients too. At 31, she was a cute girl with a few extra curves and big beautiful smile. She was pleasant, liked to laugh and our sex life was enjoyable but like with previous relationships, when she started to press me about a future, and not getting younger, and ticking clocks, I shut her off and eventually out of my life.
Two nights ago, Anne had come over to my condo for a get away from the husband and kids, social hour. This happened about once every month. Later in the evening, after she had drunk an extra glass of wine and I had drunk more than an extra Jameson and Ginger Ale the deep reason why I would push back when women got serious came out of my lips for the first time. It wasn't from a direct question that Anne asked but part of a conversation about dark secrets.
"So Justine what is your darkest secret? Do you have a surprising kink that gets you going? Or what do you think people would be surprised to find out about you?" Anne asked with a slight slur from the extra wine.
"In general, or specifically related to something? Like I robbed a bank, or murdered someone, or I was a pirate in a past life?" I responded, partly because I wasn't really sure what or where she was going with this. It was also partly because, while I thought I knew what my answer would be, I definitely wasn't ready to say it out loud to someone.
"Have you murdered someone? Or robbed a bank? And if you have how did you ever pass the polygraph to get hired?" She asked.
"No, neither. What is yours? You go first and I promise I will tell you mine. Affair, swinger, secretly a dominatrix, hopefully it something that involves sex." I responded with a big smile while slightly worried I sounded like a perv. Sex talk wasn't off limits for us, but we never really talked about our personal sex lives.
The was a long silence as we both looked at each other. You could sense it was a moment where we each were deciding if we really trusted each other. We were also wondering if what we would confess would result in the other person seeing at the other one differently and if that would affect our friendship and even our work relationship.
Finally, Anne spoke. "Okay. So, when I was in my paramedic class I became friends with this girl named Meghan or maybe we were just study buddies but we spent a lot of time together. She was much younger than me, in her twenties. So anyways, one night after way too much studying we were both pretty tired and also a little wired. I mentioned how tense and stressed I was with trying to get through class, raise two teenagers, keep the house, clean, blah, blah."
I am sure when she first started talking my eyes had gotten larger because I thought I was getting ready to hear about a lesbian fling with her but now I was thinking she was going to confess to using some illegal drug or something and I was a little disappointed. I raised an eyebrow to indicate she should keep going.
"So, she says I might be able to help you with the stress. My roommate and I got really good at giving each other massages when were in college and we always felt better afterwards."
Okay, I thought this is heading back in a good direction maybe.
"Keep going!" I said a little to eagerly.
Anne chuckled "Yea, you want to hear more? Hoping to hear about some girl on girl action?"
"Of course" I said with a big smile. "No judgement, I promise."
"Okay so the bottom line is, yes Meghan's massage led to more than a massage. Wow, I have never told anyone that" she said with a strong emphasis on never and anyone. "Not even Bob knows, and I don't want him to know. I am not sure how we would handle it and I do love him very much."
"So that's it. No details? What is more than a massage? Did you go down on her? Did she go down on you? What was it like? Did you enjoy it? You can't just stop there!" I almost shouted this at her or at least I know I said it very enthusiastically.
Anne laughed and said "Okay, a few details but then it is your turn. And I need to do two things first, one top off this wine glass and two text Bob and say I am going to be very late getting home because I can't drive anytime soon."
