I’ll call her Dr. Laura. One day, the main receptionist quit. Dr. Charles approached me, and asked if I could fill in up front until they hired a fu...ll time replacement. I had no problem doing it, but he asked whether I had some nice business attire to wear as the office serviced very high end clientele. I had been wearing nurses’ scrubs to work every day, and as a college student had a few clothes that could “double” as work attire. I told him so, and he then grabbed Dr. Laura and told her to. I guess most people would call me a nerd, because I don't like the type of parties normally thrown on campus. Too much drinking, smoking and loud noice. I prefer more quiet and sober surroundings. Since I don't visit many parties contacts with the opposite sex have been mostly of the study-related type and hardly ever sexually oriented, which has made me somewhat frustrated. I have no problems chatting or discussing with women, but if I dare to make moves/comments in a direction they feel might. She thought in self-depreciation.They stood few meters apart. A silent but deadly lull was in the air, one person was stoic and calm, apprising her opponent seconds before the engagement just like she was thought all those years ago, but her opponent was busy clowning around.“Whoever is standing last is the winner.” The man simply said and raised his arm.Looking at both combatants the man jokingly said as he wiggled his tongue, smirking at Ericha, “Time to get some poon.”“Begin!” The judge. I traced her collarbones and gave her a look that asked the question I couldn't form with my mouth. She gave me a nod and that's all it took.She didn't have on a bra, so all that stood between my hands and her chest was a thin tank top. I peeled it down and let a single boob spring from its confinement. I became a c***d in a toy store, so overwhelmed by what was in front of me that I didn't know what to do with it. I decided to start with my hands. I placed a hand under her breast and gave it a.