[aph22]

Originally Posted by Orange22

Very good start TS, support!!

pisode 2

I had been replaying the events of my dental encounter over and over in my head. It was a mixed but certainly a different experience. Quite fun, no blood and I could clearly remember her warm breasts enveloping my arm. That can’t be standard operating procedure can it? But then there’s no way she would be interested in me. In addition, we parted ways on a very awkward footing.

Work was building up as usual which kept me preoccupied and didn’t really leave me with any free time. Nevertheless I was well overdue again and my right upper premolar was sometimes hurting. But how would our next appointment play out? Would she even let me see her again? Did she think I was some sort of psycho? Some sort of pervert? Well I guess there’s only one way to find out. Wednesdays are the best day.

‘Hello? Can I book my annual check up please? I think I saw Teresa last time. Oh. She’s leaving soon? She’s got no Wednesday bookings? Any other days? No? When is she leaving? Brad is coming back? Um, I’ll think about it and get back to you.’

She was leaving in a fortnight and had no available bookings until then. Oh well I did try. But did I try hard enough? My mum would always ask me that. What else can I do? Stalk her? Maybe she’s working somewhere else? Let’s google her. Yes that’s her. UBC. So she studied in Canada…

‘BEEP BEEP BEEP!!! FIRE ALARM!!! BEEP BEEP BEEP!!! This is not a test! BEEP BEEP BEEP!!! EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY!!!’

What the hell?! Just what I need. I bet you it’s not real. I’ll keep doing my work.

‘BEEP BEEP BEEP!!! FIRE ALARM!!! BEEP BEEP BEEP!!! This is not a test! BEEP BEEP BEEP!!! EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY!!!’

My staff came in. ‘We’re all leaving. Not sure if it’s real but we’re not taking the chance. Lock the door on your way out!’

Ok. So now I’m all alone in my office, googling a dentist that doesn’t want to see me and when the fire brigade find my ashes, that’s what they’ll find. Pervert indeed.

Oh well. Let’s take the alarm seriously.
I switched off my computer, went outside, was about to catch the lift when I read the sign ‘In case of fire, do not use the lifts’, sighed and opened the door to the fire escape.

Upon reaching the bottom I wondered whether the door would open or whether there would be an actual fire on the other side. I cautiously turned the knob and it opened. I peered out briefly before walking through the narrow atrium. Just before I got to the main glass doors, I saw someone exiting their office on the left. Due to the tight confines, I slowed down to let that person come out first who then smiled at me, paused and said ‘Hello Adrian!’

‘Um, hello?’ I mumbled somewhat perplexed.

And then she walked out through the main glass doors into the main assembly area. My line of sight followed her athletic figure, set in a tight fitting skirt which enhanced her movements down to her slender calves and then to her red soled shoes.

Wait a minute! I know those shoes! I looked up at the door from which she had just exited and the name plaque read ‘Dr Teresa So DDS (UBC)’.

I followed her outside and spotted her under the jacaranda tree.

‘I’m sorry that I didn’t recognise you just now. I’m not very good with faces.’

‘That’s alright. I must have a forgettable face.’

‘Oh no not at all, it’s just that you had a mask on last time.’

She looked at me inquisitively, like she was cross-examining me. Did I say something wrong? Was she still upset from our last encounter?

An awkward silence followed. How could I ever forget that face, those lips, her soft breasts, her stylish hair, her stylish shoes… Maybe I should just cut my losses and go get some lunch. My eyes wandered across the street to the shops. I was about to set off when…

‘What do you think set off the fire alarm?’ she asked.

I turned around and saw her standing right beside me. Wow, she smelt nice. Maybe I could lean in a little closer. Hey, I thought to myself, better focus, don’t want to have any unnecessary physical contact again.

‘Um… probably just burnt toast in a toaster. The fire brigade’s not even here yet. It’ll take some time before we’re allowed back in. I’m going to get lunch while I can.’ I said whilst setting off.

‘Oh, yes, probably toast or something.’ ‘Good idea, I’ll get some lunch too.’

Was that Teresa who spoke? Did I hear her correctly? Is she now following me? Maybe I won’t get lunch. I’ll turn around and head back to my office. But I still can’t get into the building. Should I pretend I have to go somewhere else? Would that look suspicious?

With all these confused thoughts swirling around in my head, I spun around to see Teresa rushing to catch up to me. There was a sea of people with the same idea heading towards the shops opposite but I could definitely make out her stylish wavy hair swaying from side to side. I wasn’t watching what was in front of me and slipped on the kerb nearly falling onto the person in front of me but managed to right myself just in time. But not before Teresa saw my not-so-stylish balancing /wobbling act and grinned.

‘Careful, you wouldn’t want to bump into anyone!’

When we reached the food court I let her lead the way. I instead let my eyes wander onto her swinging hips which were even more exaggerated because of her fitted A-line skirt which ended above her knees. I wasn’t sure if we were eating together or if we would go our separate ways. I was about to ‘exit stage left’ when all of a sudden she stopped and turned around. This time, I managed to stop myself an inch before we made contact. However, at that instant, not knowing that I was one inch behind her, she started walking back in my direction whilst pointing out an empty table behind us.
I couldn’t get out of the way in time. All I could do was brace myself for the inevitable hard knock. But… it never came. Instead I felt the lovely embrace of two soft cushions like airbags pushing rather forcefully onto my chest. ‘Probably size D,’ I estimated.

‘There’s a free table over there. Quick, grab it before someone else does.’ She exclaimed.

When we sat down she asserted curtly ‘You really like to walk into people don’t you?’

‘I’m sorry but technically you walked into me this time’ I thought to myself. But I knew what she was referring to. There was no way out but to put it all out there in the open.

‘Yeah, sorry about the other day. I was admiring your Christian Loubouton’s and wasn’t watching where I was going. It was an accident! Really!’

She looked directly into my eyes, tilted her head slightly, and paused. I generally love it when girls do this, so aegyo which would have ordinarily melted my heart had I not been so nervous about her next response. Would she be angry? Yell at me? ban me from the practice? worse still, would she press charges? Surely not, it wasn’t on purpose after all. I couldn’t have aimed my 第第 so softly, gradually and directly into her hand if I had a hundred attempts. It really was an accident. Can’t she see that?

Time slowed. It felt like an eternity, like a defendant awaiting the judge’s verdict.

She narrowed her eyes, as if concentrating on or contemplating something, perhaps trying to peer into my inner soul, understand my motives, whether I was trying to hide something, whether I was on the level with her or not. I felt quite uncomfortable, so uneasy that I stopped breathing and began to palpitate.

I started to squirm in my seat until she uttered a banal, ‘I guess accidents happen. That’s life I suppose.’

‘Phew’ I thought. It was at that instant that I realised we had been staring into each other’s eyes continuously. What beautiful brown-green eyes with a calmness and determination which could only be admired.

‘Thank you’ I replied. ‘And thank you for not hurting me or making me bleed’ ‘During my annual check up I mean’ ‘you’re certainly much better, your hands are much more dexterous than the last guy.’ ‘I was so nervous’ ‘until you calmed me down with you know…’

Why was I saying all this. This isn’t like me. I usually don’t talk much, now all of a sudden I’ve got verbal diarrhoea, maybe because I felt a huge relief that she wasn’t angry at me for pressing my little 第第 onto her.

‘What I mean is that I could sense you were gentle, paid attention to important details, like your hair and your shoes. That’s why I bumped into your… on that day, because I was focusing on your…um… Louboutins…’

I was just digging myself deeper and deeper into a hole. Sure, I was staring at her shapely rear snugly fitting into her tight A-line skirt just now at the food court, but during my dental visit I really was looking at her shoes. I’ve really got to clear things up. I can’t have another awkwardness hanging over us like last time.

‘Do you understand what I’m saying?’

‘Yes’ she smiled mischievously. I felt a sense of relief before she continued ‘You are saying that you like girls with dexterous hands and who don’t hurt you.’

‘And that you don’t bump into them, accidentally that is, as a general rule.’

‘Oh boy’ I murmured. This isn’t going well. I better change tact.

‘Is that why you’re overdue with your next visit?’ Teresa enquired insightfully.

I’ve got to change the subject. ‘Well, um, thank you anyway for last time and.. ah… for your understanding. I did try to book you but I hear you’re leaving. Let me make it up to you by getting you lunch. I was thinking of sushi but I hear the new seafood shop is really good.’

‘Well, I guess that would be a nice start. If you’re offering, I’ll have one grilled fish and one fried fish thanks.’

‘Any chips…?’

‘No thanks. I’m watching my figure. But I might try some of your sushi.’

Was I just commanded to get sushi, fish and no chips? Was I being bossed around without knowing it? A nice start? Am I still indebted to her? her lackey now? Was I upset? Should I be? Well, let’s think about this rationally. So what if she’s telling you what to do. She’s attractive, possesses an awesome figure, has dexterous hands lol, happy to have lunch with you… What’s to be upset about? Sure she might be high maintenance like your last gf but the initial stages are always fun. And secondly she’s unlikely to be interested in someone like you. Just enjoy staring into her beautiful brown-green eyes while you can.

So I got up and went to get the fish as instructed. It’s a famous company that now has a new branch in the suburbs. There was a bit of a line but it was moving fast. On my way there I noticed a really elegant young female with an equally elegant posture and demeanour. She had long flowing black hair covering her face, white crop top amplifying her breasts, simple classic jeans all under a burnt red chic jacket. The only thing missing was a pair of Christian Louboutins lol! She was texting on her phone before she looked up and saw me staring. I quickly looked away, moved towards the queue at the fish shop and pretended to text someone on my phone.

While waiting in line minding my own business I heard a sultry voice behind me. Maybe Teresa thought I was taking too long or didn’t trust me to get her order correct so I swivelled to the sound of the voice only to be met with a pair of beautiful brown-green eyes, some might call them hazel-amber, the second rarest colour on the planet. She stared at me while continuing to talk to her girlfriend who was next to her. I quickly faced the front again and racked my brain to remember where I’d seen those eyes before.

‘Next!’

‘I’ll have one grilled fish and one fried fish. And a salad please.’

‘We’re out of fried fish for the time being. It’ll be 5 minutes. Or you could have the last two grilled fish.’

‘Ok, 2 grilled fish and a salad thanks.’

‘Coming right up!’

It’s a bit like Burger King. Cooking the food as you order. More fresh that way. I guess everyone wanted to try the novelty of this new shop & they couldn’t keep up with the demand. I suppose I could wait 5 minutes but my mum always said ‘never keep a lady waiting!’

I got my order and went to the sushi bar.

‘One grilled salmon sushi and one chicken avocado sushi thanks,’

I collected the sushi and made my way back to Teresa. Somehow she had managed to get two milk teas, mango and classic pearl. I sat down and explained that there was a five minute wait to get the fried fish so I got two grilled ones.

‘Better for your figure’ I said trying to break the ice. She grimaced at me. ‘Whoa, uh-oh’ I wondered to myself. ‘Have I said something wrong?’

The grimace was brief then turned into a smile.

‘Well I’ll just have to have half of your sushi. I’ll take the grilled salmon sushi thanks.’ ‘I got you a drink by the way. You can choose which one you want.’

Pressure time. When a girl asks you to choose something it doesn’t mean you can choose what you want. It means you need to choose what she wants. Like when a girl asks what do you want for dinner. It actually means ‘what do I want for dinner.’ Using reverse psychology, there’s no way she would know that mango is my favourite so she probably chose that for herself. She bought the classic pearl tea because it’s a safe bet that most people wouldn’t mind. In other words she wants the mango and bought the classic pearl tea as a generic and safe option for me.

‘I’ll have the pearl milk tea.’

She looked at me sideways.

‘What’s going on?’ I thought to myself. Maybe I wasn’t polite enough?

‘Thank you for getting the drinks’ I added.

‘You’re welcome,’ she smirked.