1. Time Off


    Date: 3/25/2016, Categories: Fiction, Bondage and restriction, Consensual Sex, Job/Place-of-work, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Author: wantsomefun, Rating: 86.2, Source: sexstories.com

    loved your mom and dad, but no, one simply didn't cry in front of them.” “Right,” he agreed. “Even at their funeral, I was afraid to cry. There was whispering about how I didn't act emotional enough, but I knew you understood. You remember how I broke down later.” “You kept me sane when my mom died, so I needed to help you deal with all that with your folks.” He nodded. “We've been through a lot, haven't we?” “We have a bond, Ben. We take care of each other, watch out for each other. You evaluated every guy I dated, like you were my big brother or something.” He opened another beer. “Fat lot of good it did. You went out with them anyway.” “Okay. I admit it. You're a better judge of men than I am. Just like I can spot a bitch a block away.” “Why do you hate every girl I look at?” “None of them are good enough for you.” “Like I'm something special, huh?” “You are, Ben. I don't want you ending up with some loser girl. That's the kind you keep choosing.” He gave a soft chuckle. “You make that clear.” “I'm right, too.” “You're right about things never working out.” “Is that what's wrong now?” she asked. “That's part of what I was thinking about in the coffee shop when you found me.” “Failed relationships?” “Everything else too,” he said. “Life in general and how I fit in. Maybe I'm not doing things right. Trying to figure some shit out.” “Care to share? Your thoughts, since I want to know, and this blanket, since it's chilly.” They cleaned up the remains of their picnic and ...
    moved the blanket into the remaining patch of sun. He sat close to her and helped her pull the blanket over herself. “Let me try to explain, Alicia. I'm twenty-six years old working my ass off pursuing a dream. Gonna be a sports doctor when I grow up, or so they tell me, but it's still years away. I'll charge patients outrageous fees so I can pay off my student loans and buy malpractice insurance. Maybe some people will get better, or at least maybe they won't have as much pain when they do something stupid. Maybe their healthcare plans will let me have a big mortgage and a fast Mercedes. Maybe I'll play golf, retire to Florida, get tan, and die happy. Maybe I'll feel like it mattered. But I don't think so.” She put her arm around him. “Maybe what matters is now.” “Exactly what I decided. Right now I'm doing exciting medicine. I don't wear a tie or a good shirt. I scrub blood off my shoes when I leave work. I deliver babies and re-start the hearts of nice old men and save lives and limbs all the time. I stink of honest sweat at the end of my shift. I do real work. That matters.” “You know the old ambulance driver? The guy with the gray hair and glasses?” Ben snickered. “Old Rich? The one who stares at your tits?” “He's harmless. He told me a great story.” “That guy is full of stories.” “True,” she said. “Some are funny, but this one was serious. There was a flood when he was about twenty years old. He couldn't get home, and his replacement couldn't get to work, so Rich stayed at ...
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