Beth came round the next morning - "I told Mum I needed to see about my nursing application -" and I kissed her softly. "Mm, strawberry?"
"I'll have a shower in a bit. Can I use the computer?"
She sat at my desk, clicking to search. "Here's the application form."
I watched her tap in details, then submit the form. "Now we just have to wait."
The wait was much shorter than she'd anticipated. A couple of hours later Beth's phone rang, and she tapped to put it on speaker. "Hello?"
"Is that Beth Oakes?" a robust-sounding female voice asked.
"Yes, that's me."
"Miss Oakes - it's Veronica Baines here from the nursing department at the hospital. We've received your application."
"Yes?" Beth's voice was a little puzzled now.
"We've had someone drop out from the next intake, and we'd like to ask you for an interview, if you're available - could you make this afternoon?"
"Er - yes, of course," Beth managed.
"Excellent. Three o'clock, someone will meet you at the main entrance."
The call ended, and Beth looked at me open-mouthed. "Tim...?"
I hugged her. "Don't look a gift horse in the mouth," I grinned.
I glanced at my watch. "How about, you do a bit of research, make some notes - then we can have that shower, get some lunch at McDonalds, and I'll drop you for your interview."
"OK."
We pulled up outside the hospital gates at quarter to three, and I kissed Beth. "You go in - I'll find somewhere to park, then wait for you to call."
I watched her walk into the hospital, somehow already seeming like she belonged there, then picked my way through the confusing roads to the main car park, finding a space. I took out my phone, carrying on with the book I'd started, and I'd obviously lost track of time because I jumped, startled, as Beth tapped on the car window. I unlocked the doors, and she slid into the passenger seat, grinning. "You are now officially looking at student nurse Elizabeth Oakes - I start next week, and I can move into the residences at the weekend."
"Congratulations," I blinked. "Was the interview difficult?"
Beth shook her head. "It was a good job you suggested that research, though."
I started the engine. "We'd better go and tell Mum and Dad..."
I left Beth at the house a couple of hours later, still enthusing to our parents about her new venture, and went back to the flat. It wasn't long before my phone buzzed, Beth's message prompting me to video call her, and I flipped open the computer, tapping to dial. "Everything OK?"
Beth was sitting on her bed, unclothed as always for our goodnights, and she nodded. "They seem really pleased for me."
"Good." I raised one eyebrow at her in a hint. "Got anything in mind for tonight?"
Beth grinned, holding up the book we'd bought. "Ready for the next page?"
"Sure - but we can't...?"
The look in her eyes was knowing. "It's nice to anticipate, though, and we're free tomorrow, aren't we."
She opened the book at her bookmark, then turned over. "Mm." She ran her tongue over parted lips. "I like the look of this one."
"Show me," I insisted gently, and Beth held the page up to the camera. "I knew that chair would come in handy."
The sketch showed the man seated, his partner in his lap facing away from him, her legs parted. He was obviously penetrating her, and his hand seemed to be reaching round to touch between her thighs while he cupped one breast. "Mm, I definitely like," I breathed.
Beth chuckled. "It's another lazy one for me - all I have to do is sit back, maybe rock a little so you move inside me, and you put your hands wherever I say."
Her fingers drifted down to start touching herself. "I think once you were in me, I'd let you start off on my breasts - you can cup them, feel my hard nipples pressing into your palms, then you wet your fingers, start to touch my nipples, I'm just moaning quietly as I'm flexing my hips, you feel me getting wetter."
