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iwaverse · 4 years

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Future Us

Life has been hectic as ever.

Being a struggling law student does not make it any better. Taking law was not as easy as the 16 year old you had imagined. As a 16 year old, your thoughts of law was more to talking in court, defending the wrongly accused. Past you did not think of the hardships and the journey itself to become an actual attorney. Now entering a new semester, you have even more workload to hand in to your very tiresome lecturer.

You can feel the library’s cushioned chair now warming your bums as your mind goes haywire from all the typing you had to do for your next assignment. You would usually do your work in the library since free wifi was provided there even though the wifi would go down every once in a while.

You typed in a few more words in before you bring your arms over your head and stretched the life out of yourself.

“Give yourself a rest, man.” , says Sofea who was sitting across from you, a black pen in hand scribbling random notes in her mini notebook. You were so focused on trying to get your work done you completely forgot the existence of your other friend.

“I just wanna get this over with.” you replied now resting your head on your right hand, supporting it from your chin.

“You’ve been on it for hours now. Chill down a bit. Due date is in 2 weeks time anyway. You’re always pushing yourself like this.” Sofea says now rolling her eyes while giving you the dirtiest look.

You frowned, not knowing what to reply back. What Sofea said is true. You sometimes overwork so much until fever starts engulfing you. Last minute work is just not your thing, you were always the first one in your department to hand in your work.

You sighed as you bring your hands together and place it above the keypads once again to continue what you started. Your finger then hovered above the touchpad for a split second before you glided your finger across it to click on the 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘦 icon. You would need to search up a few informations on the internet for your next paragraph.

You typed out the words rather hastily on the google search section and clicked on the magnifying glass icon. The page refreshes itself but nothing loaded. You kept clicking on the refresh button hoping for the page to load. The page refreshes itself once again before directing you to the T-rex Dinosaur Game. Your eyes quickly glanced at the “wifi” icon, bottom right corner only to see a banned sign on it.

“Ah, shit. The wifi is down again today.” you say as you lean back against your chair letting out yet another long sigh.

“Hm? Really?” Sofea replied while pulling her phone out of her left pocket to check whether the connection is really out. “Oh yeah…I didn’t even notice. Oh well, that’s a sign for you to give it a rest Rania.”

“Yeah, yeah whatever.” as you leaned towards your laptop again, a finger on your 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒 button.

𝘔𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦, you thought silently to yourself.

A minute passed and the game only made your stress worst. The jumping dinosaur on the screen of your laptop is slowly annoying the shit out of you.

𝘑𝘶𝘮𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘶𝘳. The clicking of your space button becomes faster each second before you stopped when the dinosaur runs itself into a cactus.

𝘜𝘨𝘩 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦. 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘰.

A tinge of familiarity suddenly hits you.

𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵, 𝘋𝘪𝘯𝘰?

“Ah, Dino.”

The memory came rushing back.

7 years ago you made an anime fan account on twitter out of curiosity and boredom. Your first icon was a picture of Hanako-Kun from the anime Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun. You remember everything so well. The friends you’ve made there, the posts that blew up and the little fanfics you wrote of your favourite anime characters.

Dino was a friend you made on anime twitter. What a funny name now that you think about it. She was the first few friends you made along with someone named Elis. Elis on the other hand was someone you knew in real life and is still in touch with till this day. In fact, you were gonna go grab lunch with her right after this library session with Sofea.

The three of you were in a big group chat once too, where you met your closest friends on anime twitter. The group chat had the weirdest name, it was Foot Pic Store. FPS for short. The group chat consists of 30 members, 28 or 25? You don’t remember, but Dino was in it.

Dino was known as the angst writer on anime twitter along with another member named Jo. The both of them would always write heartbreaking stories that would leave you dumbfounded, hungry for more. Dino is probably somewhere out there, rich and still crying over kageyama. Meanwhile Jo was recently accepted to an animation company to work as one of the animators.

There was someone who was from Oklahoma too. Kiah. She played on the national’s team once for volleyball. However, she didn’t continue her life career as a volleyball player and is now studying somewhere in California. Kiah was known as Dee’s so-called-girlfriend in FPS, another member in FPS. Dee bullies the other members a lot but she’s actually the sweetest person you would ever meet. Dee has been travelling a lot lately, not that you know how and where she’s getting all the money from. Probably found herself a rich Arabic man, 𝑊𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 is what she would say.

Speaking of travelling, another member of FPS is currently studying to become a pilot, Ira. You would usually call them beansie or beans as a nickname because they had a baked beans icon for a few days due to losing a bet made between them and their other friends.

“Beans” was also a ship name for the second youngest members in FPS, Bea and Anne. The memory of them screaming of how big an anime character’s private part is in the group chat was still fresh in your mind, especially Anne. Back in the days, Anne would randomly send pictures of her eyes to get conjunctivitis with you. What a weirdo, but who would’ve thought that weirdo would be studying to become an ophthalmologist. On the contrary, despite the young age, Bea is already working as a manager in one of the biggest franchise in her country.

Speaking of which, you have a few other members who was the same age as you too, Raya and Teddy. Raya is currently studying in one of the most well known med school meanwhile Teddy is working her ass off to become a successful programmer of some sorts.

Most of the other members are still studying now too. Kaye is currently studying to become a chemist, Ren is studying to become better in cybersecurity to become an ethical hacker, Angi is continuing her studies in the economical field and Allie, just like you, is studying in the faculty of law.

The older generations of FPS are already working. Jade had just graduated and is now working as a new attorney, Ballan is a successful film maker by making films that would leave a big impact on the audience, Riv is working as a cardiothoracic surgeon and Cee has a job that that helps the ones in needs with her skills.

Sora and Ken on the other hand are living life to the fullest. Ken is currently living with her friends with a few pet animals to make it more lively and is now working as a zoologist. Sora is now living in Japan with the love of her life and is taking care of her grandparents while balancing her life with school counseling.

You’ve lost contact with a few other members like Cat and Arrielle, but according to Elis, they are doing well in life as well.

As for Hannah, she now has a job she’s happy with and is living with the best partner she could have asked for. Back then, all she wishes for was to find happiness and to be happy.You’re glad things are going well for her even though there are times where life gets rough, but you know she’s strong enough to go through it.

Remembering all the old events 8 years ago made you somewhat emotional. The late night calls, the online games, the skipping school to chat, the roleplaying, the rigging every poll ever made on anime twitter, the horny chats, the matching layouts…

𝑩𝒁𝒁𝒁𝑻

A vibration from your phone cuts you off from your daydream.

𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐬: 𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦

“Ah, Sof I gotta go now” you say as you start packing up your notes and laptop into your lemon yellow tote bag.

“Elis is here?”

“Mhm.” You nod, still packing everything up.

“Oh by the way Rania, you made online friends before right?”

“Yeah, why?” you replied as you stood up pushing the chair under the table and slung your tote bag over your shoulder.

“Are you guys still in contact?” Sofea asked.

“Oh-“

𝑩𝒁𝒁𝒁𝑻

Another vibration from your phone cuts you off from finishing your sentence. You unlocked the screen of your phone and glided your hand in a downward motion on your screen, pulling the notification bar down.

𝐠𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞: *𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩*

𝐠𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞: 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬??

𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐚: 𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘎𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦.

𝐠𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞: 𝘦𝘩 𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯

𝐝𝐞𝐞: 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘫𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘵

𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞: 𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘩

𝐛𝐞𝐚: 𝘭𝘰𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦

𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞: 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘳

𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐲: 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘰𝘰 𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘳

𝐩𝐚𝐮: 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯

𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞: 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘺𝘦

“Hello?” Sofea said while waving a hand in front of you, clearly wanting the attention from you.

“Oh, sorry. What was the question again?”

“I was wondering if you’re still in contact with them.”

You paused as a smile starts forming itself on your lips,

“Yeah,” you replied,

“we’re still in contact.”

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outerspaceisbetterthannothing · 5 years

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Blame [Surgeon!Calum AU] Ch.2

Summary: What do you do if the only person you feel the connection to is the person you blamed for your sibling’s death?

A/N: This thing came up from my headass asks to wonderful Summer about neonatal surgeon!Calum au, which you can see here and here and here to understand the concept. I didn’t plan to do it at all, but the idea stuck in my mind and with support and encouragement from Summer, I came up with that. This is my first time publishing anything on Tumblr, so the feedback is extremely appreciated. Enjoy

Warnings: still a lot of angst (I promise it’ll get better very soon), couple curse words, lack of proofreading

Chapter 2

Calum turned the tap and looked in the mirror. His eyes were a little puffy due to the lack of sleep, long-night shifts having their effect. But nothing that next couple days off won’t cure. He learned to cope with little hardships of his job years ago, it was quite essential to actually stay in the profession. But with others, bigger ones Calum was still struggling.

He inhaled deeply, staring at his own reflection. Drops of water were falling down from his chin, stubble showing a little. He was looking at himself, but his thoughts were far away.

Would she sit on the same bench today?

The sound of little paws on the cold bathroom tile drew Calum’s attention. He took a towel, wiped his face and met a questioning look of his small dog.

“‘Sup, bub?” he asked his pet, Duke. Dog didn’t answer, instead he came closer and put his head right on the Calum’s foot. “Come on, buddy. Breakfast will make it all better”.

The TV in the living room was set on one of the news channels, but muted. Calum always watched news like that, preferring to read the captions. He couldn’t really explain why, but the voices of all those news presenters made him uneasy.

He was moving around his apartment almost mechanically. Spent less than five minutes preparing an omelette, left some dog food for Duke, went back to bedroom to get dressed while his omelette was cooling down. Watch, cell phone, wallet and keys on the table next to the door. Backpack with his laptop, some papers and clothes near. Went back to the kitchen, mindlessly staring at the TV screen. Financial problems in Europe, terrorist attacks, almost found cure from cancer. News like that made Calum angry. Why to make news out of it at all? “We’re one step closer”. Being one step closer won’t save lives. And hope… Calum knew how dangerous can hope be. He looked over the further corner of his spacious living room where his desk stood. Big notice board above full of pictures of newborns. Sometimes Calum wondered if hope broke more hearts than the lack of it.

He turned the TV off, patted Duke, picked up all his stuff and left.

The walk to the hospital was usually short and easy. But not today. Anticipation and guilt was growing inside Calum with every other step he made. He could have sworn his feet were moving slower, and at some point he found himself at a corner coffee shop waiting patiently in a long line. He didn’t even want coffee. What was going on with him?

But no matter how hard his subconscious was delaying his arrival, ten minutes later he turned around the corner and entered little square in front of the hospital. He looked around.

She was there. Third bench on the left from the main entrance. She was sitting there, looking at people entering and leaving the building. Morning sun was playing in her long wavy hair, wind moving them lightly. Calum couldn’t see her face from where he stood, but he knew exactly the look on it. She’s sat on the very same bench third morning in a row. Two days ago, right after she’d made a scene in a central lobby first blaming him for the death of her brother and then crying her heart out into his scrubs, Calum tried to catch her sight, to somehow acknowledge her presence. Even if he was the last person she wanted that kind of attention from. But he couldn’t. She wasn’t actually looking at anyone. She was just staring into space. Callum’s been watching her for three days only, but he already could tell her routine. She would spend on that bench for about twenty minutes more. Then she’d stand up, straighten invisible folds on her clothes, take a very deep breath and come to her mother’s room. And she’d spend there practically all day. And the next morning it would all repeat.

Calum inhaled sharply, glanced at his watch. There was no chance she would finish her little ritual earlier. And he couldn’t wait like that on the street. He knew she wouldn’t recognize him, being too deep in her own thoughts. But he still didn’t want to just go past her, like a complete stranger, it felt so wrong. And Calum had no idea how to make it right. Like anything could be right between the two of them now. He felt his grip on the coffee cup tighten as he walked towards the entrance, moving sharply, with no second thoughts, like diving in the cold water.

The moment he entered the busy as ever hospital lobby Calum felt the tightness in his chest ease a little. He nodded couple of doctors moving past him and hurried to the locker room. He had a long shift in front of him, but couldn’t get rid of the image of a sad golden haired girl on the bench. He changed in his scrubs, picked up his laptop and left the room.

“Looking strange,” Ashton spared him slightly worried look. Calum only shrugged, sitting next to his best friend at the table in the on-call room. “Coffee?”

“No, I have one,” said Calum, waiting till his computer download some files from their shared cloud. Then he felt Ashton’s look move slowly around the table and after that settle somewhere around Calum’s temple.

“What?” Calum looked back at him.

“And where is it?” judging by trembling corners of his lips, Ashton found it very difficult not to laugh to his friends face.

Calum looked at the table and cursed.

“Left it in the locker room, I guess. Nevermind.”

Ashton finally suppressed his laughter and frowned.

“Are you sure you’re OK?”

“Of course, I am,” Cal mirrored his friend’s frown. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know, you’re never so distracted.”

Calum shrugged, ran his hands over his face and suddenly uttered. “She’s sitting on a bench every morning. Like she needs to prepare herself before coming into the hospital.”

“Alrighty,” with every word Calum said Ashton was becoming more and more confused. “First of all, who’s she?”

Calum sighed and shook his head. “Know what? Doesn’t matter. You’ll say I’m going crazy.”

“I’ll say that regardless of what you tell me next. C’mon, spill the beans.”

“I lost a patient three days ago,” explained Calum after a moment of hesitation.

Ashton nodded. “And then some hot but very upset chick tried to make a punching bag out of you.”

“Well, that hot but very upset chick, whose name is Anna, by the way, is sitting on a bench every morning. For about half an hour. Just sitting there on a bench staring into space. And it’s just… I don’t know, man.”

Ashton put his hand on Calum’s shoulder and squeezed. “Dude, she’s grieving.”

“I know.”

“Don’t tell me you feel guilty!” Ash gasped. Calum only shrugged to that. “Cal, it’s not your fault! You’re a neonatal surgeon for fuck’s sake! And it wasn’t your first time to lose a patient in the OR. You know the mortality rates better than me. Sometimes we can’t do anything no matter how hard we try or want.”

“I know that too, Ash. And it’s not like I feel particularly guilty in the boy’s death. I’m sure I’ve done everything I could. It’s just… Strange, but it just feels so intense this time.”

“I guess that’s exactly the moment for me to say you’re going crazy.”

Calum chuckled. “Probably.”

He shook his head again looking out of the window to the inner court. “Don’t you ever think that maybe Mike was right when he left the program?” he asked in a low voice.

“Okay, baby boy, you remember our deal?”

“Oh, good God, don’t!” Calum rolled his eyes. But he knew that nothing could stop Ashton from finishing.

“What’s our first priority?” Ashton shook his head, smirking.

“Patients,” responded Calum, giving in.

“What’s our second priority?”

“Our research.”

“Exactly! And what’s our third priority?” continued Ashton with a wide grin.

“Do you understand, how embarrassing this is? We were absolutely hammered the night we made that pact!”

“Our third priority is booze and chicks and fun!” finished Ashton.

“Hate the word chick,” noted Cal looking grumpy as ever. “We’re grown up men, can’t we use some grown up language?”

“Have no idea what you’re mumbling there, but I have a perfect plan.”

“Can’t wait to hear.”

To that Ash couldn’t hold anymore and snorted.

“So, here’s the plan. We’re spending this wonderful morning working our asses out on this research, which, let me remind you, has an aim to actually help to lower the mortality rate in an NICU. Then we work even harder on our shifts to save precious babies’ lives. And tomorrow evening, after a much deserved sleep, we party. You need a good type of distraction.”

“Why do I hear one-night stand when you say distraction?”

“Cause you’re a smart boy.” Ashton laughed. “And anyway, what’s so bad about a one-night stand?”

Calum shrugged. “Nothing, I guess. So, look here, the Lab sent me some results last night, and there are a lot to see there.”

***

Annabelle didn’t risk to knock. She knew her Mom usually slept after the early morning check ups and didn’t want to wake her up. The room was dark, blinds and curtains down. Her Mom was sleeping just like she expected and Dad was scrolling through his phone on a little couch next to the window.

Anna carefully closed the door behind her and tiptoed to her dad. He stretched out his right hand and let his daughter snuggle into him. He squeezed her shoulders and left a light kiss at the crown of her hair.

“What doctors said?” Anna asked in whisper.

Her dad switched off his phone and looked at his wife’s silhouette on a bed in front of them. A light blue blanket one of Anna’s grandmas brought before the labor covered her. Anna felt muscles in her Dad’s arm tighten, making her feel guilty for bringing up the topic. She knew it wasn’t any easier for him either. She and Jennifer had an opportunity to cry everything out, let emotions flow not worrying what people will think or say. Being women they were only expected of that. But he, from the very first years of his adulthood playing out the role of the family leader and protector, couldn’t let his emotions show. Anna inhaled deeply, the thought of all those stupid social stereotypes running in her mind. Why in the name of God couldn’t her Dad mourne over the loss of his son? But she knew these were the boundaries he made for himself and she wouldn’t be able to persuade him to change it. Not until he was ready.

“She’s doing well,” her Dad’s raspy voice broke into her thoughts. “They want to monitor her for another day though, but that’s more like a precaution, not really necessary.”

“The labor was difficult,” Anna reminded him gently. “Probably, it’s more necessary than we think.”

“Anyway, if nothing much changes, they should discharge her tomorrow.”

“Good,” Anna murmured and snuggled a little deeper into his side.

They sat like that for some time, Annabelle closed her eyes letting her Dad’s familiar scent envelope her. She felt usual for these days tension leave her a bit. The serenity of the moment brought up long forgotten sensation. Not long ago she had spent Sunday mornings in the very same position. Not every Sunday, rarer than once a month, if she hadn’t had any school stuff, tutoring, competitions or anything else, and her Dad had been suddenly free from all his work duties. But when such happy free Sundays had happened, she used to climb onto her parent’s bed, while her Mom had been wondering around the house, and fall into Mark’s embrace. They’d cuddled for an hour, not less. They could talk or just lay like that almost falling asleep again. She would hide her face in the crook of his neck, his breath slightly tickling her neck, and literally forget the world. All the little problems, like a fight with her bff or bad project mark or bad words that awful boy Bryan said her at the playground, everything disappeared at that moments. She’d been doing it till she left for college and never felt even a tiniest hint of discomfort. In the darkest day of her high school when she’d felt like a shit (like any other teenager had) nothing had felt more comfortable or right than her father’s arms. Anna didn’t quite know if there was anything she missed living alone now more than those moment of comfort her Dad provided. And sitting like that now she felt herself on a verge of crying. But not because of the understanding how nothing changed between her and her Dad. And not because of everything that happened to her family.

Not all the worries left her this time. One thing was still lingering around making her weak in knees and nauseous. She saw again the same image of a tall man in his surgeon scrubs staying in front of her and letting her curse him for all the pain she suffered. Third day in a row she couldn’t shake him out from under her skin. She saw him every morning while sitting in front of the main entrance trying to prepare for the day. The first morning right after her awful tantrum he noticed her and tried to draw her attention. But she pretended not to see him, not to see anybody. She was too embarrassed, ashamed even of herself to meet his eyes for so much as a polite nod. She didn’t quite understand how could she act so awfully towards the man who, she knew it, did everything he could to save her newborn brother. And she didn’t know how to live now with the fact that she actually did behave so awfully towards him. She didn’t find enough strength to forget about it and she knew she didn’t deserve to forgive herself. Which only left her to play that horrible scene in her memory on repeat and feel all the shame and disgust. And there was a time when she considered herself a good person.

“How have you been, honey?” her Dad’s words interrupted her thoughts abruptly.

Annabelle switched a little to be able to look at him, frown on her face.

“I-...I’m fine, Dad. As much as I can be fine at least,” she shrugged, looking back at her mother on the bed.

“I get it, just…” Mark sighed heavily. “I have this feeling, like there’s something else bothering you apart from our… situation.”

She looked back at her father with wide eyes completely taken aback by his words. How could she forget? Nobody knew her better than her parents. And she could never trick them.

But she had to now, for all of their sakes. So she smiled faintly and shook her head and hid her face in the crook of his neck, just like when she was five. “Nothing like this, Daddy. Nothing’s bothering me.”

Except of the fact that I’m the most horrible person ever.

***

Anna glanced at her phone, lit up with instagram notifications. Thirteen minutes. That’s how long she’s spent on that bench already. She concentrated on her breathing again, trying to inhale and exhale evenly. It was almost a meditation for her these days. But she needed it almost more than anything. She needed this moment for herself only to prepare for whatever that day could bring.

But today the Universe decided that thirteen minutes were more than enough for her.

A man settled down next to her and Anna inaudibly gasped at the sound of his voice.

“So, I’ve got here espresso, cappuccino, americano, double americano, latte, caramel macchiato, iced coffee, some shit named frappuccino and green tea,” doctor Hood listed, looking carefully through the Starbucks cups on his lap before turning to her. “What do you prefer?”

Anna froze on her spot moving her gaze from the man to the coffee cups and back. He was looking at her expectantly, a shadow of a smile on his puffy lips.

“Why is green tea on the list?” Anna finally spoke and cursed herself the moment words left her mouth. Was it so important?

“In case you’re not a coffee person,” doctor Hood explained.

“Do you expect me to drink all of it?”

Anna bit her cheek. What is it with her asking the most stupid questions today?

“Only if you want it. Although I admit it would come as a surprise if you did.” His smile got more prominent.

“What if I take only one? What happens to all other coffees?”

He looked back down on the coffee cups, like he didn’t actually thought about that before she asked. Which, to be honest, he didn’t. He just came into the coffee shop and asked the barista for a set of the most popular coffee orders plus green tea. Buying coffee for her was totally spontaneous and Calum didn’t bother with producing any plan for what happens next. He frowned.

“I’ll probably leave them on the table in our on-call room. There’s never too much caffeine for surgeons on shift.”

“So what do you prefer then?” Annabelle continued bombarding him with any questions which popped up in her overactive mind not taking in consideration if they were not connected, ridiculous or just inconvenient.

“Er, to be honest, just coffee. Americano, I guess.”

“So why’d you do it?”

Doctor Hood sighed. All signs of smile on his face gone. That was a shame, Anna thought. She remembered he had a pretty smile.

“I don’t know, Anna,” he admitted. “You just sit here every morning, and I guess I thought that you could use some coffee.”

“Is it some strange way to apologize?”

Doctor Hood looked up at her again and Anna startled at the sudden change of his mood. He looked at her now with some resentment in his eyes.

“No, it’s not.”

“What happens if I don’t take any?” she asked feeling anger rising up inside her just like the night her brother died.

“There will be one more cup on the table in the on-call room.”

“Okay then,” she’d dropped before she stood up and walked to the hospital doors.

“Do you always ask so many questions before rejecting a friendly gesture?” she heard him ask behind her back, but no attempt to answer was made.

Anna couldn’t even look at him any longer. She was amazed by her own hypocrisy. She was blaming herself for being rude and unfair to him. But the moment she could actually make it all right, apologize, show that she wasn’t such a horrible person, she thought of nothing better than to be rude to him again. What was she trying to do? Make him hate her as much as she hated him four days ago? Was it some twisted revenge she thought she deserved for offending him at the first place?

Anna shook her head leaning on the elevator wall going up to the higher floors of the hospital building. She felt like she was watching a film with an extremely dumb girl as a main character. She was constantly amazed by the heroine’s actions but wasn’t able to change a thing. She hated that she couldn’t control her own actions. But never experiencing anything like that before she didn’t know how to change it.

Deep in her thoughts she entered her mother’s room only to meet another surprise that day had for her.

Allie and Jo were sat on her Mom’s bed on opposite sides, surrounded by all imaginable sorts of chocolates which her mother was a big fan of. They were chatting, Jennifer smiling lightly to some nonsensical story Jo was telling.

“Chocolate invasion?” Annabelle asked forcing a smile and looking around the room. Her Dad was absent, which left her wondering if everything was alright. Mark didn’t leave his wife hospital room for long.

“More of a chocolate intervention,” Allie smiled at her. Her arm snaked around Anna’s waist, pulling her in a tight hug. Anna looked at Jo over Allie’s head and nodded.

“Good news!” Jennifer exclaimed, looking almost happily at her daughter. Almost, but not happily. “We’ll be able to go home after lunch. I’m all cleared.”

“That’s really great.”

Anna tried to sound more excited, but the moment she thought about her parents going back home she felt her blood freeze in her veins. Nursery. They didn’t do anything to the nursery.

“That’s an understatement. You weren’t the one to live on the hospital food in a hospital gown,” Jennifer sighed dramatically which made all three girls snort.

“Are you going back to the house? Or linger couple days more in the city?” Anna asked, still thinking about newly decorated room.

“Of course, house, sweetheart. I’ve kept you farther away from home for long enough.”

Anna looked back at the door. “Where is he, by the way?”

“Went to talk to my doctor. About a diet, or physical restrictions, or God knows what exactly,” Jennifer waved her hand absentmindedly and took another chocolate. “Want some?”

Annabelle focused on a sweet in her mother’s hands.

“Are you even allowed?” she scowled.

“It’s chocolate, Anna, not tequila.”

“I told you we should have bought some booze,” Jo told Allie in a stage whisper.

Anna looked at her friend in disbelief, while her mother giggled with her mouth full of chocolate.

“I’ll go find Dad,” she said stepping away from Allie, feeling unsettling cold where her friends arm was a moment before. “Want to talk to him about something.”

She felt questioning looks on her back and heard her mother’s “Don’t even know who’s more worried about me, Annabelle or Mark” before she finally closed the door behind her.

Anna breathed out loudly and turned right to try to find her father in maybe one of the meeting rooms, or wherever else he was talking to her Mom’s doctor. And that very moment she saw doctor Hood. He was standing at the nurses station, looking through somebody’s chart and smiling to whatever a pretty red haired nurse next to him was saying.

Annabelle turned around and hurried down the corridor to the restrooms. She rushed inside, cold steel of the door burning her palms a bit, and relaxed a little. She stepped to the sinks, opened the water and put her hands into it, letting the water wash away her anxiety. She just stood there, didn’t even know for how long, let everything inside go down the pipes. Without questioning herself and doubting. Just stood there.

When she went out of the restroom she noticed Allie and Jo standing next to her mother’s room and looking around the corridor. Jo noticed her first and raised both hands in glee.

“Belle!” she exclaimed louder than it was probably appropriate in the hospital and got her fair share of Allie’s scolding for that.

Anna approached her friends and smiled tiredly.

“Your Dad just came back,” Allie explained while Jo hugged Belle from behind and rested her head on Anna’s shoulder.

“Yeah, I guess we missed each other,” Anna lied. “This place is a real maze.”

Allie mirrored her smile. “Are you going with your parents to Randall?”

Anna shook her head. “I’ll stay in the city for now. School starts next week, I need to run some errands, buy books for new courses. I’m going home at the weekend anyway, so…”

“Why does some hottie of a doctor keep staring at you?” asked Jo nonchalantly after a short pause.

Anna fixed her eyes towards the nurses station and of course he stood right there, talking to some other doctor this time. She stared right at him and like he felt it, couple moments after he looked at her, same smirk at his lips. He nodded her and moved his attention back to the doctor he was talking to.

“That’s doctor Hood,” Anna told with a sigh. “He is… Well, he was Grayson’s surgeon.”

Jo straightened up and moved a little to see Anna’s face. “Belle, I’m so sorry!” she whispered.

“That’s fine, don’t even… It’s all fine.”

“You named him Grayson?” Allie asked with a little frown.

Anna only hummed in confirmation. They stood there for some time not sure what to say or whether to say anything at all. Then Anna gave in and hugged girls as tightly as she could.

“Thank you for coming. That means a lot.”

“You crazy?” Jo gasped. “Where else could we be?”

“Yeah, but still.” Anna snorted at Jo’s reaction.

“Thank us one more time and you’ll catch these hands,” Jo warned her. Allie murmured something in agreement.

“I love you guys,” Anna exhaled and pulled them into a hug again.

“Call us if you need company,” asked her Allie. “Or if you need anything else.”

“Or if you don’t need anything at all,” Jo added.

“Yeah, just give us a call.”

With that they bid goodbye and Anna disappeared behind the door while girls waddled towards the elevators. Jo kept her eyes on the said doctor while clinging to Allie’s arm.

“Jo, stop,” Allie huffed, her stare not leaving her phone’s screen.

“What?” Jo gasped in fake shock.

“You’re staring. It’s rude.”

“Can you blame me?” whined a photographer. “Just look at him!”

“I did.”

“He’s unbelievably hot! Like, he’s probably the hottest man alive!”

Allie put her phone away seriously concerned if her friend was weak in knees enough to start tripping over.

“How can you not stare at him?” Jo continued moaning. “Those shoulders, uh. His whole body is screaming for loving on it! What a waste!”

“Do you understand that your best friend’s little brother actually died in his OR?”

“Yeah, well as tragic as it is, that’s not what’s stopping me from jumping his bones this very moment,” admitted Jo as the sound of the elevator coming clinked.

Allie snorted. “Then what, pray, is stopping you?”

They entered an empty elevator, when Jo finally looked at Allie saying “The mere fact that he has heart eyes for our little Belle.”

Allie gasped, and then like she couldn’t resist she spared him a last glance through the closing doors only to see that he was watching them with Jo warily.

“That doesn’t really matter, does it? What if he’s an asshole?”

“He can’t be worse than that asshole Belle’s already dating.”

“Exactly, Jo, she’s already dating a guy,” Allie groaned knowing perfectly well where this was going.

“So you don’t deny that Bryan is an asshole?” Jo continued, unimpressed by Allie’s reaction.

“I’m not having this talk. Do you need a ride or what?”

***

“Cremation, huh?” Annabelle wasn’t sure if she was surprised with that decision. More likely she hadn’t spare a thought to the topic of funeral at all, so her Dad’s words did come as a surprise.

They were in the hospital parking lot, loading her dad’s SUV with all the stuff they brought for her mother’s comfort in this short period.

“Yeah, your Mom said she doesn’t want a place she could drag herself to and mourne.”

“Well, that’s quite… logical, I guess,” Annabelle shrugged.

Her Dad stopped to catch his breath looking at the back seat of the car.

“How the hell did we manage to move here half of the house in a week’s time?” he murmured.

Anna thought that there would never be a moment good enough for this talk and just blurted out. “About the house, Dad. What are we gonna do to the nursery?”

Mark looked at her but then looked back at the bags and started to reorginize everything they already put in the car.

“Max was at the house yesterday and locked the room,” he said couple minutes later. “I wasn’t ready to just put it down. Your Mom should make this decision when she’ll be able to.”

Anna bend down a little and suddenly started sobbing. She was shocked by that herself, hadn’t cried for last couple days and now started suddenly in the middle of a parking lot. She tried to stop, to hide her face from her father for him not to notice, but it was just as easy as stopping a tsunami. Mark grabbed her by her arms and Anna let him pull her to his chest. She cried like a little girl whose sand castle was destroyed by nasty boy named Bryan. Only she wasn’t a little girl anymore. And when she cried over that stupid sand castle many years ago she didn’t feel her father’s tears on her neck.

An hour later she waved them goodbye watching their car leave the hospital grounds after settling on seeing them again on Friday, before the memorial service which was set for Saturday.

She took a cab, she never used her car inside the city and half an hour later she was entering her tiny apartment. She turned on the light and looked around the mess. Maybe she needed a pet? A little cat could keep her company at days like this.

She opened her laptop to print out her schedule for the semester and look through the lists of books, but couple hours later found herself on instagram going through the accounts of her favourite modern artists. Then she settled in the kitchen aiming to cook something of the real food. But ended up ordering pizza on the app. She even considered cleaning a bit.

She didn’t quite notice how fast the rest of the day passed. It was almost midnight. She was lying on her messy bed, carefully listening to the sounds of the city through the half open window and absentmindedly rummaging in her mobile contacts. Until she came across a certain one.

Dr. Calum Hood

She remembered that morning vividly, her Mom’s first day at the hospital. They were preparing to the labors and dr. Hood came to meet the family of his future patient. He gave them his card just in case and Anna under a strange impulse saved his contacts in her mobile.

She opened the settings.

Call? Delete? Send?

Her thumb hovered over the second option. A moment, next, one more. She sat up and bit her lower lip.

Then under the very same impulse that made her save his number she chose the third option, typed a short message and pressed send before she had any chance to change her mind.

She fell back on her pillows, switched off the screen and laid the phone down next to her head. She prayed for it to tinkle with a response and feared that it would.

A moment later her phone clinked informing her about a new message.

Anna was pretty sure her hands had never trembled so hard, as when she was picking up her phone.

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I had a great apartment in Somerville, just outside of Boston. It was the second floor of a two family with two bedrooms, decent living room and kitchen, a full bath, off-street parking and a porch overlooking a small park. The rent was steep and I didn’t want to move, so I put an ad on Craig’s list. A lot of replies I discounted because they had pets, were smokers or just sounded way too weird. I was about to give up when I saw Megan’s response. I never considered a female roomie, but wasn’t opposed to it either.

I set up a time for her to come and see the place. She was prompt and I opened the door to see a tall, beautiful red-head. I’m six-four and she was only a couple inches shorter. She had shoulder length wavy hair, a trim figure and a great smile.

She said her roomie was getting married and would be taking over the whole apartment where they lived. She worked as a nurse in Boston and my location would be an easy commute.

I showed her around, collected a couple references and told her I’d call her. Her references were all positive, so I called her and told her I’d be looking forward to her as my new roomie.

I had some misgivings sharing with a girl. I always had guy roomies. I wondered if it would be awkward. What if I brought a girl home? I laughed and said slim chance of that with my recent dating history. What if she brought guys home? Well, I wasn’t her father, so what the hell.

Megan moved in the first weekend in May. She didn’t have much to bring. Her old roomie and her fiancé carted in a twin bed, beat up dresser, one bean bag chair, boxes of books and clothes. They got her settled and left. Megan spent the rest of the day settling in.

Around six I offered to get some pizza and beer and she readily accepted. Later as we sat in the living room we began to fill each other in on backgrounds. I’m a writer and she looked dubious. I assured her it’s a regular job with a paycheck. I work for a high tech firm writing manuals, spec sheets, a newsletter and other stuff. She’s an ER nurse and said she had strange hours. She might work three twelve hour shifts in a row and then be off for three or four days.

Megan was easy to talk to and easy to look at. I hoped I could adjust to having a beautiful woman living in my apartment.

We settled into a simple routine. I was usually up and out by 7:30. On the days Megan worked, she had to be at the hospital by 7:00, so we didn’t see too much of each other. On her days off, we usually had dinner together and started becoming good friends.

Living with a woman caused some adjustments. I was pretty much a boxers or less around the house guy. Often, I wouldn’t wear anything to go to the bathroom for a shower and I never wore clothes to bed. Now, I started wearing shorts and a t-shirt and being discreet about closing the bathroom door and other things so as not to seem like a jerk.

After about a month, the weather turned warm. The apartment had no air conditioning, so we tried to keep cool by a couple window fans, open windows and by not wearing a lot of extra clothes.

I couldn’t help but admire Megan’s figure. In running shorts, her favorite bottom, her long legs were nothing short of awesome. She favored tank tops that outlined nice but not large breasts and showed a flat and tight tummy. Her ass was phenomenal in her shorts, jeans or almost anything she wore.

We both enjoyed running and would often take a three mile run in the evenings. One night it was really hot and humid and we returned drenched. I said she could take her shower first and after mine we could hit an air conditioned neighborhood bar.

I had just finished a tall glass of water and was headed to my room, when Megan came out of the bath. She held a towel in front of her and we almost ran into each other. We apologized and she turned to head into her run. Her back was completely exposed. I looked at her ass and blurted out, “Holy shit.”

She looked over her shoulder said, “Oops. Sorry.” She dashed into her room and closed the door. I went into the bath and stripped off my wet running clothes, struggling to get my shorts over my erection that popped up the second I saw that perfect butt.

Now I love women and don’t have any dominant fetish about any one part. All parts appeal to me. But, Megan did have the best ass I had ever seen in clothes. Now, seeing it naked and moving, it literally took my breath away. I’d put it right up with Nicole Kidman. It was tight, round and luscious. My hand strayed to the rod sticking out and, after a few minutes of attention, brought the release I needed.

I dried, dressed and Megan and I walked the few blocks to a bar. The cool interior was a relief as were the tall draft Sam Adams we had.

We sat at the bar and paid a little attention to the Red Sox game on the tube, but mostly drank, ate bar peanuts and didn’t talk. That was unusual for us, because we talked to each other all the time.

Finally I broke the ice, “Megan, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…well, I mean, I didn’t expect to see your…what I’m trying to say is I hardly saw anything, honest.”

Megan had a great smile that lit up her entire face, and she turned it on full blast. “Jake, you said ‘Holy shit’. So I gotta imagine you saw my ass.”

“Sorry, Meg. I was just surprised.”

“Yeah,” she answered as she sipped her beer. “You know I’ve been thinking about this sort of thing and have come to the understanding that living with the opposite sex roomie has its challenges.”

“Challenges?” I asked.

She nodded and said,”Let me ask you something and promise to answer honestly. Before I was here, what did you wear around the apartment?”

“Boxers,” I said and then smiled and added, “or less.”

“Exactly,” Megan said. “Now you’re wearing shorts or pants all the time. Now, me, I am sort of a let it all hang out girl. My old roomie was a nurse too and we worked a lot of the same shifts. We’d get home and feel really grubby from being around sick and hurt people. So, we’d just about get in the door and we were stripping. We’d throw our stuff in a big hamper and walk around bare-assed drinking wine or beer until we each had our showers. Most days, it was just bikini bottoms around the house—at the most. When her fiancé moved in, we discussed it and said we weren’t going to alter our habits. I can guarantee you he never complained.” The last bit she offered with a grin.

I didn’t know where this conversation was going so I did what most guys do, kept my mouth shut and drank beer.

“So,” Megan continued, “as I said I’ve been thinking about it. I think I have an idea that will help.”

“What?” I asked.

“Tell you when we get home,” she said and ordered us two more beers.

At least this conversation broke the ice and we started chatting normally. We ended up splitting a burger and fries at the bar and had two more beers.

Arriving back in the apartment, Megan excused herself to go pee. I was sitting on the couch watching the end of the Red Sox when she came back in.

“So, do you want to hear my idea?”

“Sure.”

“I say we just get it over with and then we can relax.”

“Get what over with?”

“Being afraid one of us is going to see the other person naked or be seen partially naked or whatever. Or worse, imagining what the other person looks like naked. We need to get rid of the big curiosity factor.”

“Megan, I haven’t been trying to spy on you if that’s what you mean.”

“No, I’m not saying that, Jake. But, let’s be honest. I see you looking at me sometimes when I have that old tank top and my nipples are poking out. Hey, I’m not pissed, but just saying that’s natural. I’m a girl, you’re a guy and we get curious.”

“Meg, I’m really embarrassed. I don’t want you to think I’m like mentally undressing you all the time. Ok, I will admit that one tank top is provocative, but I didn’t think I was that obvious.”

Megan laughed and her laugh was one of the sweetest sounds I ever heard. “You weren’t that obvious, but I knew you were looking. And, true confessions, I was flattered. Besides, after the first time, I could’ve chosen not to wear that again. So, I guess I was being a bit of a tease.”

She continued, “So we can agree there is some curiosity and that each of us has had to adapt to living with the opposite sex. I think it’s stupid, so let’s get it over with.”

I still did not get it. “Megan, I don’t want to appear to be stupid, but what are you talking about?”

Again the brilliant smile, “What I’m talking about, Jake, is that right now, right here in our living room, we strip off. We get buck naked and let the other person see it all. No more secrets, no more sneak peeks. Let it all hang out and then we can get back to living the way we want.”

“So, you’re saying we undress in front of each other?”

“Jake, that’s exactly what I’m saying. So, stand up and let’s do it.”

I felt as if I were moving in a dream, but I stood. Facing each other, I pulled my polo shirt over my head and dropped it on the floor. Megan removed her t-shirt exposing a sports bra. She then dropped her shorts to reveal a pair of pink bikini bottoms. I undid my belt, praying that I would not get a hard-on and embarrass myself to death.

Megan looked at my boxers that were decorated with Patriot’s logos and just shook her head.

In a fluid motion she pulled her bra over her head and without hesitation bent and tugged her panties to the floor, kicking them free with her foot. I stared at the magnificent naked body in front of me.

I was brought back to reality with a pronounced, “Ahem” from Megan.

I realized I still had my boxers on. I slowly slid them off and straightened to face her. She did not hesitate to look me up and down, spending some time on my crotch. She motioned with her finger and I turned my back to her.

“Holy shit,” she exclaimed. We both burst out laughing at her imitation of me. I turned back to face her. She raised her hand and we high-fived.

I once again took in her body. Her breasts were on the small side, but stood out proudly from her chest. She had almost no areoles topped by dark, tiny nipples that appeared to be erect. Her tummy was flat and tight. She had a belly button ring that made her navel stand out. Her pussy was the same shade as her hair, a mixture of reds and strawberry blond. She slightly trimmed the side and the top, but the rest was a wondrous jungle of tufts, curls and color.

Her breasts and crotch were lily white as opposed to the fair complexion of the rest of her body. I knew she would never tan, but there was a nice contrast between her sex parts and the rest of her body.

She watched me looking and then turned to give me a full view of the fantastic ass I glimpsed just a few hours ago. I now saw each cheek had a delicate dimple. Her back and legs were muscled but smooth.

I was using every ounce of willpower to keep my dick from getting hard.

“So, there,” she said. “We’ve each seen it all.”

“What now,” I asked? “What are the rules?”

Megan smiled and said, “Simple. No rules. If either of us doesn’t want to wear clothes, then we don’t. If we do, we do. No hassle, no pressure, and best of all, no wondering. Deal?”

It didn’t take me long to figure that the deal would mean I probably would be looking at one of the best bodies I had ever seen and so said “Deal.”

Megan extended her hand and we shook.

“Now, I’m going to bed. I’ve got to be in early. ‘Night, Jake.”

“‘Night, Meg.”

As I lay trying to get to sleep, I kept replaying the scene of her stripping and the view of her naked body. My dick rose to the occasion this time and my hand helped relieve the tension it was carrying.

I didn’t see Megan for three days. I had two night meetings and went to a Red Sox game with some buddies. The next time I saw her was Saturday morning.

I woke around 8 and had to pee. I started to pull on my boxers and then thought, maybe I don’t need them. Then, I thought maybe Megan had second thoughts or really didn’t want me to actually walk around the apartment swinging in the breeze. I covered my bets by picking up my boxers, but not putting them on. I figured I could just hold them in front of me if I ran into Megan and she seemed shocked.

I opened my bedroom door and noticed Megan’s door was open. I headed to the bathroom and heard her call out, “‘Morning.”

I turned to see her walking my way with a mug of coffee in one hand and the Globe in the other. She wore tiny blue bikinis and nothing else.

I slid my boxers in front of me and said good morning and motioned to the bathroom.

She nodded and then said, “What’s with the boxers?”

“Uh, I, well, I was just carrying them in case, you know, that maybe being naked wasn’t…”

“Jake, I thought we covered that. Go balls out all the time. It’s cool. I don’t mind. Hell, it’s nice to see a tight bod. And, in case you are wondering, I think you have a good dick and great ass. Very good, actually. Ok? So, chill.”

I grinned and tossed the boxers back into my room. From that moment on, it was very casual in our apartment.

Boston was in the midst of one of the worst heat waves in our history. Both Megan and I appreciated being able to strip off and cool down. On the evenings she was home, we settled into a little routine. We’d have a light supper of salad and white wine, put a fan in front of the couch, turn off the lights and watch a ball game or pick a movie to watch, or sit on our porch, all while being nude or sometimes Megan wore tiny bikini panties.

We alternated movie selection. One night it might be a chick-flic romance for her and the next a shoot-em-up or spy one for me. Neither complained about the other’s choice and we each loved making caustic comments about the inane plots of any of the genres. When watching baseball, we’d comment on the players, which ones were good guys and which were assholes. Megan asked why guys kept pulling at their crotches. I tried to explain adjusting the boys, but she felt they could do that in the dugout and not on the field. All in all, we soon hardly took notice of our nudity—well, actually I always noticed her body, but I certainly didn’t complain.

One particularly hot evening, we were watching a Sox game. We were both damp with sweat and finally Megan said, “I need something really cool to drink.”

I said how about frozen Margaritas.

We agreed and both headed to the kitchen. Megan said she’d get the blender and I pulled out the booze and dug in the fridge for limes. I was turning to get a knife to slice the limes just as Megan was backing up from retrieving the blender from under the counter. She was still bent over and her butt was sticking up in the air. I turned and she moved back and suddenly my dick was right between her ass cheeks.

She yelled, “Whoa!” and I stumbled back. My embarrassment went off the chart when I immediately got hard from this unexpected contact.

“Jake, what the…” Megan stopped in mid-sentence as she turned and saw my erection.

“Oh, boy,” she said softly.

“Sorry, Meg, that was totally an accident.”

She looked directly at my erect member and said, “And, that is the result of this accident?”

I smiled dopily and said, “You know they have a mind of their own. Sorry, I’ll go put some clothes on.”

“No,” Megan commanded. “Actually, this is sort of the last barrier of curiosity. I admit I wondered what your dick looked like hard. So, now I know.”

We both looked down at my erection, and, honestly, without me doing anything, it bounced.

We laughed and Megan said, “Well, hell-o to you, too.”

We made our drinks and went back to the couch. I was back to almost normal. We sipped in silence for a while.

“Jake, are you Ok?”

“A little embarrassed, but, yeah, I’m Ok.”

“Well, I was wondering about this. I mean I know we say being naked around each other is cool, but you never got a hard-on. I’ve been around guys, and usually it happens a lot. God, my ex-roommate’s fiancé had a woodie half the time we were there. I think he was proud of it and I also think he was hoping that Carol and I would team up and take care of it. Never happened, I assure you. But, you’ve been pretty tame.”

“Well, I’ve been concentrating a lot to keep it down. And, if I had one, I stayed in my room until, well, let’s say it went away. Many times in the morning I have one, but just hang in my room ’til it goes away. I didn’t want you to think I was a perv and imagining you in a sexual way.’

“Jeez, Jake, don’t work yourself up. We are friends and I’d like to think we are very good friends. I don’t think we are going to screw each other by mistake, but that doesn’t mean we don’t have sexual thoughts. I like looking at you naked. I think you have a really, really attractive dick and I especially like seeing it as it swings when you walk. It’s certainly not tiny, I say that because I hear you guys are hung up on size, but it’s not grotesquely big. I think your ass is fab. And, you have a great set of balls. So, yeah, I think sexually. It’s normal.”

“God, I wish you didn’t say all that,” I moaned.

“Why, did I offend you?”

“No,” I said and looked down at my crotch. Megan followed my eyes to see a hard and upright dick.

“My bad,” she said giggling.

“I’ve think you’ve unleashed the devil. Now that he knows you’re not offended, he’s going to be popping up all the time.”

“No prob, Jake. He’s always welcome” she said as she lightly touched the top of my naked thigh.

She offered her glass and we clinked rims and drank.

“How about you and your man-spear get us a couple refills, while I just enjoy the view.”

I was amazed at how fast I was loosing my concern about parading around aroused. I returned with her drink and she asked me to stand there. She looked intently at my erection, which did nothing to ease its hardness.

“That’s very attractive, Jake. I still marvel at how hard a guy’s dick can get. Thanks for letting me stare.”

I raised my glass and we toasted silently.

After that night, Megan stopped wearing her bikini briefs even occasionally. She was always nude when we were in the apartment. It was now mid-August and a weekend when both of us were off work. I stumbled out of bed with major morning wood and went in search for coffee. Megan was in the kitchen making a pot. She had on black undies.

She turned and noticed my erection and said, “good morning my fine hard friend. It’s always good to see you.”

I shrugged and said, “Morning wood. As soon as it goes down, I’ll pee. By the way, what’s with the panties?”

Megan blushed, turning her white breasts a pretty shade of pink.

“Got a little visitor.”

“Huh, someone’s here?” I panicked thinking she might have a guy over and I didn’t want to be caught in this condition.

Megan laughed, “No, stupid, I’ve got my period.”

Now it was my turn to blush and I am sure I was scarlet from head to toe. “Sorry. It’s just that I never noticed before.”

“That’s because my last two happened while I was working.”

Talking about this feminine stuff made me go soft enough to be able to pee, so I excused myself.

Back in the kitchen I poured a mug and joined Meg at our small table.

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever talked about a girl’s period before. Doing it would be weird, but not as weird as sitting here naked talking about a girl’s period.”

Laughing Megan assured me it was Ok.

“Jake, I think we can talk about anything. I don’t believe I’ve ever been as comfortable with any guy or practically any girlfriend as I am with you. You’re a great friend.”

I agreed and offered a coffee mug toast.

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