Hot Lesbian Athlete Seduces EMT

Background: Ali is an athletic cis woman (22 Y.O) is working as an EMT in the Denver area.

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"Medic Unit 29, we have a 23 year-old-female patient requesting medical assistance due to a sports injury" the radio rang out.

Dispatch gave us an address and we sped off, lights and sirens blazing. My shift partner Matt drove the vehicle at a decent pace while I hopped in the back and prepared my medical bag for our arrival on scene. It was a warm summer evening, we had a busy day responding to medic calls in the Denver metro area. I sighed. After nearly completing our 12-hour shift, I was ready to relax at home. Maybe start reading that book again... However, this injury sounded like a painful one, and I was already getting mentally ready to assess the patient.

"I'll take the lead on this one, if that's okay. You've done a lot today." I told Matt, and he murmured his agreement. As the minutes went by, my mind wandered and I peaked up at his reflection in the rearview mirror. He was a good-looking guy by most standards, but not my type. My type seemed to be a little more feminine these days... my heart skipped a beat thinking about the sapphic book I had been reading on my break. My skin suddenly felt a little warm thinking about one of the scenes between two of the female characters...

The sound of brakes squealing interrupted my thoughts. We had pulled up to a small local sports complex and I hopped out of the back. Matt alerted dispatch that we had arrived on scene and we quickly went to work locating the patient.

"There she is!" Matt yelled from a few feet away while pointing to the corner of a turf soccer field. A small group of young adults were crowded around a figure lying on the ground. Matt left to retrieve the wheeled stretcher while I approached the patient. A male soccer player broke off from the group and ran up, looking worried.

"Thanks for coming so quick... we were just playing a rec soccer game. Samantha dived for the ball to block it and one of the guys on the other team was kicking it. He didn't see her in time and just kicked her in the fucking head!" he said, nearly out of breath.

I glanced over at Samantha and caught my first glimpse of her injury. It looked like a cleat had sliced a 3-inch-long cut into her forehead where she was bleeding. Despite the situation, she looked blissfully calm. In fact, her teammates were panicking while she tried to calm them down.

Quickly assessing her injury, I formed a treatment plan. Luckily, forehead lacerations were typically non-emergency injuries. There just happens to be more vasculature in the face which can cause shallow cuts to appear more serious. Cleaning the cut and transporting her to the hospital while prepping for stitches seemed the best course of action.

"Thanks guys, but can you give her some space? I'll take care of her from here." I said, kindly but firmly. Mumbling some complaints, they slowly dispersed. Samantha turned to look up at me, grinning with appreciation...

Wow.

She was stunning, her smile almost throwing me off balance. Her athletic build was impressive, showing years of training and dedication. Even from a few feet away, I could see her muscles bulging slightly out of her tight outfit. Her spandex shorts were extremely form-fitting and showed off her muscular glutes, glistening with sweat...

"Sorry about them, I love my teammates but they can be a little too protective," she said with a light chuckle. I couldn't help but smile back while quickly forcing my thoughts back to her treatment.

"They're okay. I'm Ali, an EMT ready to help you out. Looks like he cut you a little on your forehead..." I kneeled next to her on the ground. Wearing gloves, I opened the medic bag and prepared to clean and dress the wound. "Do you remember what happened?"

"Yeah, I was goalie-ing and got kicked a little during one of my blocks. I really don't feel that bad, it's just a cut." she said calmly.

"I see. Can I clean your cut?" I asked. She nodded. Suddenly I was hyper-aware of how close she was to me. Softly brushing her hair away from her forehead, I was slightly distracted by how silky smooth her blonde hair felt...

Cut it out! Why are you being so unprofessional? This girl was doing something to me that I couldn't explain.

I cleaned and dressed the cut. It wasn't too deep but looked like a good candidate for stitches. Dark crimson red was already soaking through the first dressing. "Do you feel hurt anywhere else?" She shook her head. After asking for permission first, I swept the rest of Samantha's body with my hands, looking and feeling for other injuries I may have missed from visual inspection.

I slowly ran my hands over her muscles. Sweeping her thighs, she suddenly shivered a little. I looked up at her in surprise. It wasn't cold. Her eyes gazed back showing embarrassment-or was it longing? She quickly looked away. I couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking...

Just then Matt arrived with the wheeled stretcher. Quickly updating Samantha on her cut, I told her my recommendation for stitches. She agreed to be transported and we helped her up into the stretcher. Without warning, she grabbed my arm for balance.

"Oops, sorry." She quickly apologized to me. My skin flushed again for a second and I yelled at myself mentally again to stop acting this way.

I reassured her that it was okay and after a quick trip to the ambulance on the stretcher we loaded her gently into the back. I stayed in the back while Matt drove. After taking a set of vitals, we were on our way to the hospital.

I surveyed Samantha out of the corner of my vision. She had a light tan, I assumed it was from her summer days playing soccer as a goalie. Her muscular legs and mid-length dirty blonde hair made me a little weak, she was definitely my type. I normally started a little small talk at this point, but for some reason, this time around I felt awkward and sat in silence.

Samantha must have sensed this, because she started talking first. "I'm a little embarrassed, I've never had to ride in an ambulance before. It's kinda cool back here though." She looked around with interest. Then her gaze stopped on my sapphic novel that I had tried to tuck away under one of the seats. She smiled a little, "Hey, I know that book... It's a great read." She looked at me and gave me a little wink.

Woah. This was pretty clear, right? Was she actively flirting with me...? My cheeks grew hot with embarrassment. Or maybe excitement...

I froze for a second and then laughed awkwardly. "Yeah, you caught me. I like to read on my breaks..." I tried to shrug it off. What if she was just being friendly? More than anything I wanted to know what she was thinking.

Stop. Remain professional...

I took another round of vitals, trying not to look into her eyes. Her heart rate was increasingly harder to capture when my own grew so loud in my head. Was she staring at me, trying to figure me out as much as I was trying to figure out her? I stole a glance up at her face. She was looking at me intently. She smiled subtly when I met her gaze.

"Thanks for taking care of me." She whispered in a low tone. She gently touched my arm...

Was she doing this on purpose? Teasing me while I was on the job? I didn't know how to react. I didn't think these scenarios happened in real life, only in films or books. I started to sweat a little.

Luckily I didn't have to reply. We pulled into the ambulance bay and checked her into the hospital. After the quick handoff report with the ER doctors, I took one last look at Samantha. When no one else was looking, she winked at me again. My heart felt like it skipped a beat, and I winked back.

•••

Back in the ambulance, I was prepping the stretcher for the next patient. I couldn't stop thinking about the recent exchange with Samantha; how confident and bold she was. A light rustling noise caught my attention and a small piece of paper fell off the stretcher. I picked it up.

CALL ME was written in strong handwriting on the paper, along with a phone number. I chuckled. Samantha was even bolder than I had imagined...

•••

I slumped into my favorite recliner in my small apartment. *Pop* I cracked open an ice-cold beer and put my feet up. I looked out of my window over the dark city. Again, my mind wandered back to the last call of the day.

Samantha.

Was it wrong of me to consider calling her? If everything has gone well, by now she should have been stitched up by the ER doctors and released. I had been hit on at work before, mostly by creepy old men who I continually reminded of their place. But this was different, this was more subtle, more welcome. I had never wanted to meet up with anyone after my shift, until now. I was just doing my job, yet there was a part of me that wanted to do more than that for her...

I sighed and left the chair to get in the shower. While slowly stripping down, I couldn't help but imagine Samantha surprising me from behind. She'd drape a muscular arm across my breasts and pull off my shirt. Maybe push me gently, but forcefully into the shower with a mischievous smile. Heated water trickled over our smooth bodies as she pulled me against her body into a warm embrace. She'd use her powerful hands to squeeze my ass while kissing my neck, biting a little...

I suddenly felt wet, and it wasn't because of the shower. Damn. This girl really is making me feel things, and she's not even here. Maybe she could be here, though. I definitely needed to call her when I finished showering.

•••

"Hey, is this Samantha?"

A cute chuckle came through the other end of the line. "Yes babe, is this Ali?"

Babe? I grinned softly. "Yeah, it's Ali..." Suddenly I was stumbling over my words again. Luckily she interrupted before I could say anything else.

"Thanks for taking care of me again..." She paused, and I thought I could hear a hint of nervousness for the first time. "I thought you were kind of cute, are you into... uh... women?"

My heart fluttered a little bit. "Yeah, I'm bi. But lately, I've only been into women." Whew. Putting it all out there, I guess. I appreciated how direct she was, so I'd return the favor.

Samantha laughed softly. "I definitely knew after seeing that book you were reading, but I had to be sure. I'm a lesbian." She sighed longingly. Was she remembering the same steamy scene in the book that I had been thinking about earlier...?

It was clear to me that I wanted something similar between us, maybe she did too. I'll try being direct too. "I think you're pretty cute too, do you want to come over for dinner tonight at 8?"

There was a pause.

"I'd love to."

•••

I was probably one of the worst cooks in the city, but that didn't stop me from attempting to make a delicious spaghetti. I plated the meal for two on my small round table and lit a romantic candle between. The red tablecloth reminded me of one of those fancy restaurants downtown.

I almost forgot the wine. I chose a mid-priced red that would pair well with the meal and poured myself a glass. Sipping on the delicious wine, I surveyed my preparations with satisfaction.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

She was here. I peered through the peephole silently and saw that she was wearing a gorgeous black dress. It hugged her form gracefully and for a split second, I forgot that I needed to open the door. She looked directly into the peephole and smiled.

Did she know that I was staring at her?

I waited a few seconds, then opened the door.

My smile gave it away first. "Wow, you look absolutely stunning. I can't take my eyes off of you." I admitted. Immediately after I said that I wondered if that was too much.

She seemed to enjoy the compliment. She smiled back, gazing back at my own outfit with a similar look. "Thanks babe, you're quite stunning yourself."

I was dressed in a silky black blouse that was both masculine and feminine, revealing a little bit more cleavage than would be acceptable in public.

I studied her own neckline for a second before bringing myself back to her gaze. Meeting my eyes, she flashed me a mischievous smile.

Butterflies.

"Shall we sit? I made some pasta." We sat down at the table facing each other. "I have some wine too, if you'd like..." She nodded and I poured her a glass.

"I love red wine." Samantha winked at me as we clinked our glasses together and we both dug in to the meal. The receipe ended up being delicious, and after some light chatting, our plates were empty.

Her forehead had a new 3-inch line of stitches where the cut had been. It seemed to be healing well already.

"How's the cut?" I asked politely.

"Like I said, no big deal, it feels fine." She touched it gently as if only just remembering that it was there. Some people would freak out over the cut. I admired her character for being different. It made me want to be brave too...

I got out of my seat and kneeled near her face. I smiled. "As your EMT, I think I should take another look at it." She knew I was up to something, and she was right, but agreed with me. I slowly brushed her silky hair aside to glance at the stitches. I didn't stop there as I trailed my fingers gently down along her cheeks before resting them under her chin.

I slowly brought my face closer to hers and closed my eyes as our lips met. She met me with equal force and bit my lip softly.

She is so fucking hot.

I couldn't help but bite her bottom lip gently back. I slowly brought her closer into me while I sat facing her on her lap. My hands explored her body and grabbed her hips while she grinded up on my lap. I wanted her so badly...

The chair almost fell over as I pressed myself against her. We both laughed and I got up.

"Do you want to go to my bedroom?" I asked.

Samantha smiled. "Yes. That was quite the check-up, but I think it should be my turn now." she said with a wink.

My anticipation was building up, she was so bold and confident...

I led her to my queen-sized bed before she pushed me face up into it into it.

"Hmm... I think I need to take off your shirt for this procedure, babe." I smiled up at her and nodded. She began unbuttoning my silky black blouse and ran her hands inside my shirt. My legs shivered with excitement: I already wanted her with my entire body.

Removing my shirt, she ran her hands softly up and down my abs and over my shoulders. Her hands reached towards my bra clasp and soon she had it undone. Her head went down to my chest as she brushed her lips over my boobs before resting on my nipple.

Flicking my nipple with her cold and wet tongue, she made my entire body shiver again.

Fuck. I was getting so wet now, it was building up more in my panties. I moaned in delight.

I had to undress her too. I pulled her down onto the bed and planted my hips on top of hers before she could react. She laughed and gave in, pulling off my pants as I carefully pulled off her dress. She wasn't wearing any panties, which only made me wetter. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed in an upside-down triangle above a glistening pink pussy...

Kissing her neck gently, I pushed her down again. She moaned, grabbing my hand toward her inner thigh. Her hands searched up my back and dug her fingers into me.

I was on top of her, pushing my leg in between her thighs, grinding down on her. I needed to please her as much as she was pleasing me.

But first, I needed to tease her, put her on the edge, make her beg for sexual release. I traced her thighs with my fingers, barely gliding over her smooth skin. With my other hand, I skirted around her pussy, barely missing her soaking wet vagina. She groaned again, stronger this time.

"I fucking love teasing you like this." I told her in a low tone. She looked up into my eyes with lust and lunged towards my panties. I was too slow to react, and let out a groan when she brushed against my sensitive clit. I let her take off my panties but deflected her hand away when she reached for my bare pussy.

No, I wasn't done putting her on the edge yet. I reached through her muscular legs and grabbed her ass, pulling her pussy up against mine. With my other hand, I traced the perimeter of her clit, feeling her wetness coating my fingers. A shiver went down her legs and she pulled me into a deep kiss while clutching my jaw. I moaned again, this time with a primal need deep inside me to fuck and be fucked.

She couldn't take it any longer, reaching to touch herself before I swatted her hand away.

"Tell me what you want." I growled assertively. She looked up at me and moaned, grinding her whole body against me. "Tell me!"

"Fuck. Ali... fuck me." Her gaze never wavered as she begged me for more. She didn't have to say anything else; I slowly sank a finger into her wetness as her eyes rolled in pleasure. "Deeper... deep...er" she begged. I complied, adding another finger into her vagina, until my entire hand was inside her, all the way down to the fist.

She felt amazing, her throbbing pussy squirming around my hand as she tried to drive her body in and out. I slowly gained speed as I thrust my fingers in and out of her, making a wet noise. She moaned at every thrust. I started panting, driving my whole arm into pleasuring her, stronger and stronger.

Her moans became louder as she came closer and closer to coming. I pinned my arm against my hip and used my whole body to push myself deeper and faster into her tight pussy.

"Oh my fucking god!!!" Her head rolled back. She lost it, she was in another universe, driven by complete pleasure. She orgasmed with a scream, still bucking against my hand. She spilled her pussy juice across both our bodies and bucked against me several more times while I forced my hand to stay inside of her.

She tried to catch her breath as she slumped back onto the bed. I slowly withdrew my hand, her sensitive pussy quivering from every move I made.

With a final pull, I brought my hand up to lick her juice off. She tasted sweet and sticky, amazingly delicious. I wanted more... but my throbbing pussy demanded my attention. Seeing her come had made me primal, I was full of lust

I laid on my back in the bed next to her, my arm reaching for my soaking wet clit. I just started to pleasure myself when Samantha recovered from her full-body orgasm and forcefully removed my hand from my wet vagina.

"No babe, it's my fucking turn. I'm in control of YOU." she told me, holding me down with her hips and pinning my wrists down above my head. She put a muscular leg between my thighs, my sensitive pussy throbbing for contact. I grinded against her as she kissed me on the neck, biting gently. I groaned with pleasure, wanting her to press herself into me.

"Touch my clit.... Please" I groaned. She smiled devilishly and teased me, collecting my wetness on her fingers and circling the outside of my clit. She traced my inner thighs lightly, knowing exactly what she was doing to me. My body reacted to every touch, I couldn't handle it anymore. I needed her rubbing my clit deeper, fucking me harder...

Finally, she rubbed my clit with speed and determination while I grinded against her. I became even more and more turned on, squirting all over her thrusting fingers. I moaned her name as she dug her nails into my thighs...

Our hot bodies grinded together while our pussy juice covered us, panting with effort. Her fingers' every movement became pleasure-inducing and screamed for her to keep fucking me faster and faster.

I'm going to come, I'm coming, oh my god....

"FUUUUCCCK" I moaned loudly, as my vision and body became overwhelmed in an orgasmic peak. My whole body stiffened as the wave of pleasure overtook all my functions. I bucked once more and enjoyed the aftershocks of the orgasm.

My whole body collapsed on the bed as Samantha covered my body in gentle kisses.