I Can See You

Moving my neck from side to side, while standing before my locker. It had been a long shift, and I was ready to leave. My bed was calling my name.

Grabbing what I needed from my locker, I closed the door and let out a sigh of relief before leaving. Placing my hand into the bag, I pulled my headphones out and started to listen to some music to get out of my head.

I’m a trainee doctor and on my final year. As it is my final year, I must be in the hospital all the time to finish, which wasn’t going to be far away. I had already applied for a position in a few towns over in my dream hospital. They have loads to offer and they were the only ones looking for a pediatrician. I have always wanted to work with children and help them get better. It was something I have always wanted to do ever since my sister, who is five years younger than me was admitted into hospital when she was six. She had an infection and was treated well. I always admired the doctor who looked after her, and ever since then I have always wanted to be a doctor.

Stepping out of the hospital, I walked through the grounds of where I was working and headed back to my university. I was still finishing my master’s and only had five months left to complete. I would become a qualified doctor.

They would hold a celebration for us all, which was something I was looking forward to.

Listening to the power ballads album I downloaded the other day, I walked away and let my mind wonder.

Ever since I was in school, I have always loved to learn. I loved learning everything, but soon realized my passion for helping people. When in school, I would tutor people when they were struggling with English and Math. I even got paid to do it.

Walking, I let my eyes wonder over my surroundings until they landed on someone who I haven’t seen in a while. Well, not since I tipped my coffee down him a month ago—Issac Morgan. He didn’t look my direction which was normal, but he was one sexy man.

Issac was one of the popular boys back in school and was well known with the girls, even though I only seen him with one girl and that wasn’t for very long. He could have any one he ever wanted. He loved playing football and spending time with his friends—Cody and Zeke. They were the worst, but they never bothered me.

All through school, I was not in their league. I preferred studying whereas they would like to party. I would rather read while having lunch when they played football. I was nowhere close to having any attention, even though I had a crush on Issac and last month, I was too shocked to even say anything to him.

He looked more handsome now, than back in the day. He filled out every part of his skirt that he was wearing. When my coffee had wet his shirt, you could see his abs through the soaked material.

Damn, it made me wet from memory.

An image of his abs came to mind, which made me shudder while I darted my eyes from where Issac was and looked away. He was never interested in me, not then and especially not now.

After our meeting, he didn’t utter a word only realizing who I was after I said my name. He didn’t say much, which made me feel uncomfortable. I left, feeling slightly confused and flushed. The man was hotter than sin, and not someone I should be with.

While in school, I always looked more like librarian than a student. Never showing any skin and wearing skirts that were past my knees. I probably looked more like I dressed in the dark or dressed like my grandmother.

Technically, I did have only my grandmother since my parents didn’t want anything to do with me. They handed me over to my grandmother and she raised me. I love her more than anything, and her being now, seventy-two, she has more freedom since I came to university. She was on her second cruise with her friend, Ivy and they were having the best time.

The way I dressed back then, I soon realized that I needed to change and decide to do something I liked. I remember taking some tips from some celebrities I liked and even had my hairdresser do a complete change with my hair, which made her freak out. Back then, I was the brown-haired nerd and now, I have copper red hair that loves pencil skirts with heels, when I was not in scrubs.

Shaking my thoughts, I realized I managed to get to my apartment building which overlooked overs on the other side. I walked through and headed to my place on the second floor.

Stepping inside, I closed the door and quickly slip off my shoes while placing my bag on the hook on the wall by the door. I walked further in and noticed a flashing light on my voicemail. I pressed it while I started to strip out of my things. I only had two messages.

The first message was from my grandmother telling me where she was now and that she was sending me a parcel full of goodies, which was nice of her. She loved doing stuff like that. She talked about seeing dolphins and mentioned Ivy, finally found a man who liked her saggy boobs. The way these two have been the last four years has had me in stitches. I never knew how funny they could be until I spent one night with them, which led me to hear about Ivy’s thoughts of the male anatomy and my grandmother telling me what her and my grandfather were like at my age. I wanted nothing more than to rip of my ears off or even try not to have visions of what she said but it was all laughs.

Taking off my scrub top, I threw it into the washing basket and headed into my room, while removing my bra. I found my over sized top and placed it on. I quickly removed the bottoms and let them fall to the floor and stepped out of them. I moved the t-shirt and let it fall over my backside which was good since I had no intention of placing anything on underneath.

Letting out a sigh, I looked around and spotted my vibrator out, which I used for the last few nights. I have been dying to have sex and it hasn’t been possibly. I had a friend with benefits with another doctor, but we ended it since he started having feelings and I didn’t like him that way. I try to avoid him now since he wants to pick up and start again, which will never be the case.

There is part of me that wants a relationship, but it must be with someone who understands my needs. I like rough play, being tied up, spanked and anything. When I mentioned doing some of these things with the guy I was fucking, he nearly choked on his beer and frowned, telling me I had issues. I don’t, but ever since I found a few spicy reads that a co-worker had mentioned she read. Most of the stuff that was mentioned, piqued my interest and I wanted to try.

I may be a nerd back in the day, but even the quiet ones have fantasies of what they want men to do with them and no one should be surprised if they are like some of the ones many have.

Shaking my thoughts away, I walked back where the voicemail went to the second one and it was the doctor that I was assigned with this week, she wanted me to go in again tomorrow, which was frustrating.

I let out a sigh and back through the apartment to the door where I had left my bag. Pulling out my phone, I sent a quick text to the doctor that I would be in tomorrow and then walked through till I came back to my bedroom to place my phone on charge.

My mind raced over what I should do now, and all I wanted was someone to fuck me hard. The mere thought of someone right now, even if it was quickie and hello thank you mam, then leave. I needed to feel a cock inside me.

Groaning, I moved and decided on some food, maybe that would quip my frustration, which was not likely since I have been feeling like this for the last few months.

Food and then go from there, but it may have another night with my fingers and toy.