A Medical Discussion with My Work FriendI realize this needs some context… at the time I cons

A Medical Discussion with My Work FriendI realize this needs some context… at the time I considered Amanda and me to be friends (work buddies) even though we were nearly ten years apart… we had lunch together a lot.  I guess (looking back) she gave me lots of compliments so I got in the habit of complementing her, too… not that they weren’t sincere (they were).One time when we were alone in the lunch room we got into a discussion of cervical cancer (I know, but women do this, you know) and she said “you know, it looks like a butthole…” (she said it apologetically, which is how I think that word should always be used)“Okay…” I told her, not really remembering exactly from sex ed…“But not… you know, recessed – kind of the opposite.”“Huh,” was all I could give her.  I knew she was about to draw me a picture!“Okay, well… look – have you ever…”  Then she got kind of embarrassed.“It’s okay, go ahead, I’m good,” I promised her.“Well have you ever… you’re probably lying on your stomach and… someone… someone else is usually easier… someone sort of like gets their two fingertips on either side of your cervix and rubs the sides – you know, to make you climax?”  Her voice had gotten lower for this last part, so it wasn’t like anyone from outside was going to hear us.I was just kind of staring at her, having almost no experience with ‘climaxes’… so I said (since I couldn’t think of anything stupider or more embarrassing, is how I usually explain it) I said “No, I guess you’ll have to show me sometime.”Amanda laughed one little ‘ha’ as I blushed almost to the point of tears… started studying my salad…She reached across the little table and took my hand – I thought it would be rude to snatch it away so I let her.  She said “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you…”  (Okay, haven’t mentioned that I was 19 and still in school and it turns out she thought I was in my early 20’s…)Well, that was it for lunchtime… but…The next Monday we were talking about stuff again, which we do a lot, when she said “So, Danielle, did you ever find your cervix?” like I had lost a pen or something… (it really wasn’t that out-of-context, it’s just that I instantly forgot anything else we had been talking about.“Um, no,” I said, then, trying to joke, “You really will have to draw me a picture, like I said.”“I thought I was supposed to show you…” she replied, again, sounding like she was trying to be funny.“Yeah – maybe sometime…”***We started going to Amanda’s apartment when she found out I wasn’t old enough to drink in a bar (which surprised her).  I might have used a fake ID but not around people from the office, half of whom thought of themselves as surrogate parents.Anyway we were at her apartment after work, drinking wine (and me feeling naughty to do so in front of her, an adult, after all) when she said she had to go to the groinocologist next week…“For a problem?” I asked solicitously.  “Nah, just a check-up, pap smear, you know…”“Oh, good,” I told her – and then, feeling tipsy, naughty, and very silly, I said “Hey, I thought you were going to…” before losing my nerve.“Going to?”“Nevermind.  Nothing,” I told her, feeling my face burn with embarrassment.“No – what?” she said, mystified.Well she wouldn’t drop it (you know how people do?) so finally I had to tell her.“I was thinking of that lunch when we were talking about our cervix…”“Ah,” she mused, looking at me speculatively.  At what point I probably should have crossed my legs, but what I wanted to do was open them. “Oh, right… I was going to show you…”“How sensitive it is,” I blurted.“Still don’t know?” she teased.I kinda said no, mostly shook my head with my eyes lowered.“Well now is good…” she offered, and my heart went thump and my eyes got wide.“Would, ah, another glass of wine be a problem?” I asked.“A small one,” she said kinda sternly – something that also always turns me on.  I grabbed for the bottle before she changed her mind.Two sips later she’s on the couch saying you can lie across my lap… which made me no less aroused, I assure you… I indicate my clothes – pants, specifically (she wears dresses and skirts but if there’s something dirty to do (and not heavy enough for the custodial staff) it’s up to me…)“Off would be best,” she tells me… well, you know, socks too at that point, right?  So I’m standing there in my top and panties… I know, I should have taken my panties off but I’m trying to wait because it’s embarrassing how turned on I am – and how obvious it is!So I crawl across her lap then push my panties down, ending up having to kick them off while I say, “It feels like you’re going to spank me” and I literally quiver at the thought… “Not if you’re good…” Amanda answers, her hand on the small of my back (you can imagine how that affected me!)She starts rubbing my bottom and I start pushing it up toward her hand… “Now you have to relax… you know, right?” and I nod my head, already embarrassed and the whole thing seems kind of unreal… I spread my knees and get them comfortable on the couch, just blatantly offering myself to her hand… which drops and strokes my down-there hair (not too much, but not shaved or waxed, either!)“There we go,” she encourages me, then, “Oh!” and I gasp as she finds out just how wet I am… which is, so wet… I think she was going to start with one finger but the tips of at least three slip inside a little.I bury my head in shame and she asks, “Danielle?  What’s wrong?”“I’m so naughty,” I tell her, having to raise my head to do so.“Yes…” she agrees, making my hips buck, making her fingers edge deeper.  “Yes, you are…“But that’s a topic for another day,” Amanda says, withdrawing her hand, then returning with only two fingers.  I squirm around to help her get the best angle and they’re inside, way inside.Okay in my head I’m saying “I cannot believe I’m doing this!” but down south everything is all systems go-go-go!  I’m trying to relax enough to climax (like I’m ‘supposed to’) which is really hard but I totally want to!  A lot of what she’s doing feels really good, to use the crude phrase ‘finger-banging’ me… some spots feel unbelievably good…Then she moves them again… (and I’m like wait! don’t!  keep doing that!) and yes, okay, there’s my cervix… the point of what we’re doing (I guess!)… oh ho yes that does feel good… even, really, in a naughtier way than everything else… and she does that… and does that… and I sort of lose track… and my stomach is clenching and my hips are bucking and I’m blacking out, I think…When I can think again I’m still lying over her lap, bottom offered up, and she’s rubbing it… I can feel my wetness on her fingers…“So…” is all Amanda says, just acknowledging that I’ve returned to the land of the living.“Wow,” I say, not moving. “I… I guess I didn’t know what a climax was.”“Oh – you’ve only had little ones?”“I guess you could say that…” I sort of reply, my mind still functioning at minimum capacity.“Well… now you know, I guess…”Still thinking about being spanked… better get out of this position… “Um… did you want me to…” I ask, not really knowing how.  Amanda arches an eyebrow.  “Is there something I can do for you?” I manage.It’s her turn to be a little embarrassed.  “Oh, ah – maybe next time…”My heart soars (though I think I may be feeling it even more down below) at the idea of a ‘next time’… -- source link

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