HEAVY SMUT WARNING

I was with my Boyfriend Tom for 3 years and 6 months. Almost 14% of my fucking life. We were great together. Well kinda great in the beginning at least. But then he stopped caring about me, treating me worse and worse until one night he threw a glass bottle at my head. The next morning he was gone. I know my situation sounds horrible but the worst part is I know if he called I'd come running back to him.

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"Elsie come on it's been two months you gotta get back out there!" My best friend Jo Wilson nudged me while laughing "but Tom-" I start "Even Levi's on tinder Els" she continues and Levi feigns annoyance "ugh fine you can download it but I'm not gonna match with anyone. I refuse. I still love Tom" I sigh in defeat.

She beams a cocky grin and snatches my phone so she can download the dating app. "Ok Elsie which age range?" She questions. Im not really interested in using Tinder but I know Jo won't stop asking me until I agree. So why not make Jo happy and use it for shits and gigs? I'm not planning on matching with anyone

"uhh how about 35-45?" I reply trying to sound as serious as possible "damn I didn't know you were into older people. Ok next women, men, or both?" She continues, too focused on the task at hand to seriously question my answers

"Both?" I tell her. To clear things up I'm definitely not gay. I have a list of women I would get with if I was gay but once again I'm not. Women are super pretty and all but I couldn't see myself being with one. But this whole tinder thing is just for shits and gigs so why not look at both.

"Ok and let's set a profile photo..." she says, handing me back my phone. I scroll until I find a decent photo. The one from my brothers wedding last month. I loved the long maroon dress that complimented my amber eyes and the white daisies that adorned my blonde hair.

I crop the photo before handing my phone back to Jo. "Ooh pretty! Ok let's make a bio what do you want to say?" She looks up from my phone, waiting for my answer. "Uh I don't know I guess my age and job?" I reply, underwhelmed with this whole process. "Boring." She rolls her eyes but lets it slide. Her pager goes off "ugh Pierce gotta go. But i'm not letting you off the hook I expect you to go on a date!" She tells me before running off

Seconds later Dr. Shepherd struts over to me "Hamilton just who I was looking for did you finish charts?" Once again I am not gay but IF I was I would want Amelia Shepherd.

She's so pretty with her icy blue eyes and brunette hair. Not to mention she's a kickass neurosurgeon and seems super kind. I find myself thinking about her a lot. It's because I want to look like her and just be like her in general. Then again who wouldn't want to be like her?

"Yes Dr. Shepherd charts are finished and all of your post ops are up to date" I reply "thank you Dr. Hamilton you can go home now.

...

"Elsie Hamilton. It's been four days and you still haven't even opened the app?" Jo scolds and I look up from my chart "I've just been busy" I tell her "give me that" she says, already having my phone in hand. "Go crazy" I laugh hoping this will finally get her to stop bugging me.

I go back to my chart as she starts swiping, continuing for a few minutes before finally pausing "38 blonde hair blue eyes? He looks kinda like a lumberjack." She exclaims "pass" I reply only half listening she huffs and continues swiping.

"Oh?" She mutters but I chose to ignore her and continue to write. Whatever tinder thing she found can't be that interesting.

"Ok so how do feel about Amelia Shepherd?" She questions "huh..? Oh um she's nice, a good surgeon." I mumble, too focused on my charts to care about my response. "Anddd I swiped right!" She cheers. I drop my charts, mouth agape.

"Josephine Wilson. What the fuck did you just say?"

"I swiped right on Shepherd!" She beams proud of herself. "Wait Shepherds on tinder?" Levi asks as he walks up to us, overhearing our conversation.

"Ok not the point Levi. Jo was messing with my Tinder and fucking swiped right on Amelia Fucking Shepherd." I panic "what's the big deal she's hot and you said she's nice. Trust me I'm doing you a favor" Jo persists

"Jo I'm not even gay! Unswipe" I whisper through clenched teeth "then why did you tell me to put your settings on both women and men? Plus you can't unswipe you just gotta hope-" she starts but gets cut off by a tinder notification. I turn my phone over and read the bolded words 'you have matched with Amelia Shepherd'

"Josephine Wilson. You are fucking dead." I glare.

...

I finally finish my shift and head to the locker room to change. I take off my scrubs and put on my blue sweater before walking out of the locker room and making my way to the hospitals exit. As I feel the cool air hit my face I finally let out a breath, I somehow managed to avoid Dr. Shepherd all day. I know I have to talk to her but I want to put it off for as long as possible.

I unlock my car and play my music before driving home. I jam to 4 Taylor Swift songs then shut off my music as I turn into my apartment complex.

As soon as I enter my apartment I flop down on the couch, deciding to order a pizza. I don't have the energy to cook after this day.

I grab the TV remote, turning on my guilty pleasure show: Dance Moms. I get through about thirty minutes of Abby yelling and Jill ranting about her little Kendall before the doorbell rings.

I begrudgingly get off the sofa to grab my pizza and pay the delivery man. I quickly run back to the couch after shutting my door, exited to dig into my pizza and indulge in a few more episodes of Dance Moms.

After about 2 hours I finally walk to the bathroom to take a shower. On my way my phone starts ringing and I turn it over to see Jo's caller ID. I press ignore. I'm honestly still mad at her. She shouldn't have matched me with Dr. Shepherd.

Out of curiosity I open tinder and deciding to check out Dr. Shepherds profile. I click on the matches icon and her face shows up.

I can't deny that she looks good in her profile photo. Her brown hair is down, she's wearing a white suit, and red heels. God she's hot and I would go on a date with with her if I wasn't straight.

I finally place my phone on the counter and continue walking to the shower. Dr. Shepherd doesn't leave my mind as I turn on the water and wet my hair.

As I wash my hair I think about what it would be like to be with a woman. My thoughts drift back to Dr. Shepherd as I start washing my body, fingers grazing over my breasts, imagining it was touching my body, teasing me as I beg her to do more.

My soapy hands travel up my thighs, I pretend it's her hands teasing me as she grins up at me. Blue eyes never leaving mine.

"Elsie what are you doing" I ask myself, snapping back to reality. I've never thought about a woman this way. Especially not my boss. I'm straight so it's not like I would even want Dr. Shepherd to do these things to me.

I finish washing my body, stepping out of the shower and wrapping myself in a warm towel. I brush my teeth and hair then put on an oversized T-shirt and shorts, and setting my alarm before going to sleep.

...

I wake up too early to the blaring sound of my alarm. I sleepily reach over to my nightstand to stop the offending noise. I lay in bed for a few minutes, accidentally being lulled back to sleep. I startle awake and check the time. Fuck. I'm gonna be late. I quickly throw on an outfit and make myself look presentable before scrambling to the car.

I bolt into the residents lounge and see everyone has already left. I hectically scramble to put my light blue scrubs on and slam my locker. I check my phone to see whose service I'm on.

Shit. Just my fucking luck I'm on Neuro which means I am stuck with Dr. Shepherd all day. I'm too late to ask anyone to switch.

Usually I love Neuro but I seriously didn't want to have the whole tinder conversation with Dr. Shepherd who's already going to be angry that I missed rounds.

I make my way up to her office, taking a deep breath and preparing to apologize for being late and the whole Tinder thing. I knock on her door "come in" she shouts and I turn the handle.

"Dr. Hamilton nice of you to join me. Where were you for rounds?" She questions, blue eyes making me squirm.

"I-I'm so sorry I was late Dr. Shepherd I set my alarm but then fell back asleep. I probably sound pretty stupid right now because im a surgeon and I fell back asleep knowing I needed to get up. I'm sorry about the Tinder thing too. It was my friends fault she swiped right I didn't even want to be on tinder but she wanted me to get back out there. I didn't want to do it so I thought it would be funny to put random settings and then she matched us but i'm not even gay so... I swear I've never looked at you like that... and I've been talking for way too long now so I should shut up." I finish, voice cracking at the end.

All Dr. Shepherd does is chuckle. "Slow down Hamilton. Let's try again." She says calmly. "Don't be late again.  I am intrigued to know the whole why you matched with me on tinder story. So go on." She urges before leaning back in her chair.

My eyes quickly scan her body, remembering the thoughts I had in the shower last night. After meeting her eyes I quickly look down, feeling like a child caught taking an extra cookie.

"My boyfriend Tom of three years left me a few months ago. Our relationship was good in the beginning but then he slowly became rude and violent." I pause, looking up at Dr. Shepherd who nods at me to continue

"One night he got mad and threw a glass bottle at my head. The next morning I woke up and he was gone. Even after he did this to me I still believed he would come back and we would be happy. J- um Dr. Wilson was trying to help me get over him and-."

"Sweetheart you can't go back to him he was an asshole who deserves to be in jail. You can do so much better than him" she says, voice laced with concern and empathy. I have to admit the pet name makes me feel a bit weak. For some reason I want her to keep talking to me like this.

I take a deep breath before continuing. "So Dr. Wilson finally convinced me to set up a tinder profile. I only agreed so she would stop bothering me. Since I didn't actually want to scroll on tinder I decided to choose random interest settings because I didn't plan on matching with anyone. That's why you were on my feed I'm not gay."

"So flash forward to yesterday she asks me if I found anyone and I obviously didn't so she took my phone and started looking for me. I was uninterested so I kept doing my charts while she asked me questions I was half listening to. She asked me something about you and I said you were nice and a good surgeon. She took this as a sign to match us. It was never supposed to happen like I already said I'm straight."

Dr. Shepherd nods before smiling at me. "What?" I question. "Are you sure you are straight? I've seen the way you look at me. Have you ever been with a woman?" She asks.

"N-no I've never been with a woman or thought about it. Especially not you, not that you are ugly or anything. You are stunning i want to be you. You are my boss I'd never-" she cuts me off. "You flatter me dear but I never said anything about you thinking about being with me. Do I make you nervous?

"No Dr. Shepherd- Well yes you do. But that's unrelated. I only thought about you once- in the shower... but I'm straight so" I ramble

"Tell me, what did you imagine me doing to you? Did you touch yourself when you thought of me?" She questions, voice smooth and almost intoxicating. I feel my panties get wet. It can't be from her though. I don't like women.

"Yes but I stopped when I-" I start, looking at the ground "eyes up here" she instructs, my cheeks burn but I continue "you- I- I imagined you touching me..." I whisper, voice getting quieter as I trail off.

"I'm going to ask you again Elsie, have you ever wanted to be fucked by a woman?" Dr. Shepherd asked.

I nod my head slowly "words Elsie" she cautioned "yes I- I want to be fucked by a woman" I Admit, head spinning and face flushed "good girl, see that wasn't too hard" Dr. Shepherd praised and I shiver. I can't be gay can I?

"I know you think about me kissing you, touching you, the way your body would react to the slightest touch" Amelia breathes while motioning me to come over to her. I audibly moan.

"Would you like me to show you what being fucked by a woman feels like Dr. Hamilton?" She proposes. "Yes please Dr. Shepherd" I plead, finally giving in. I can experiment, fucking her won't make me gay.

"I'll take care of you later darling, if we didn't have a surgery in 10 minutes i'd have my head between your legs already." She smirks and I gasp, feeling another rush of wetness in my panties.

"We can talk after" she says before leading me out of her office so we can scrub. My head still spinning.

...

We scrub out of the craniotomy. Luckily, it was only a few hour surgery and the woman's prognosis is good. It was hard to focus on the surgical field knowing what may happen after we finished.

"Good job Hamilton, meet me in my office" Dr. Shepherd orders before walking out of the scrub room. I quickly finish washing my hands and making my way up to her office.

On my way to her office I hear my phone ding, another notification from Tinder. I look down to see Tom swiped right and left me a message.

I open the message with shaking hands. 'El baby, I'm so sorry I ran away after what happened. I was afraid please take me back. At least let me take you to dinner.' I quickly type out an "I will think about it" before walking into Dr. Shepherds office.

"Tom swiped right on me... he asked me to go to dinner with him and I said I'dthink about it" I blurt out as soon as I enter the room.

"You deserve better than him... I'm going to fuck you until you forget that assholes name." She Asserts. All I can do is nod

"Come sit on my lap love, let me make you feel good" she directs and I carefully make my way over to her, straddling her legs.

"Can i kiss you?" She asks and I nod fervently. "Use your words" she demands "please kiss me" I beg, unintentionally grinding on her lap, trying to get friction.

"See I haven't even touched you properly and you're already squirming and desperate" she teases in a sultry tone before finally connecting our lips.

I squeal as she bites my lip, asking for entrance. I quickly part my lips, letting her take the lead. Kissing her is so different than kissing a man. Her lips are softer and her skin is not stubbily. Her right hand is under my chin, controlling the kiss while her left hand travels up and down my body.

My hands make their way to her hair and as she bites my lip I let out a groan. I think I am more turned on from her just kissing me than I have been with any man.

She pulls away and I whine, resting my forehead against hers. "What do you want me to do to you baby?" She asks, biting my earlobe "anything please just fuck Dr. Shepherd please don't stop"

My face reddens as I realize how pathetic I sound.  "Wow you want it that bad huh? I like it when you beg for me to fuck you. makes me want to wreck you, play with your pretty pussy until you're begging me to stop" she breathes while grabbing my shirt, waiting for me to nod before pulling it over my head.

After tossing my shirt on the ground she lifts up her arms and takes off her own shirt, reveling a red lacy bra. I can't help but stare "like what you see" she teases and I nod.

She starts sucking on my neck, leaving marks as she bites my skin and soothes it over with her tongue. "M-melia please don't stop" i gasp as she sucks on my pulse point.

She lets out a chuckle before continuing to kiss lower on my body, reaching behind me to unclasp my bra with one hand. "You're so pretty" she coos before continuing to bite her way down my chest while her fingers play with my nipples.

"please I can't wait anymore" I beg hoping she will finally touch me where I want her to. "Up on my desk" she commands and I quickly comply. "Good girl" she praises before tugging at my waistband. I lift my hips off the desk to make it easier for her to pull off my pants.

She continues teasing me, kissing my thighs inching up way too slowly. "Please" I whine and she pauses to meet my eyes  "behave yourself, I'm warning you." She growls and bites my thigh roughly before finally reaching my panties.

She starts rubbing small circles on my clit while coming back up to attach our lips, essentially fucking my mouth with her tongue.  Once she gets tired of spelling random words on my clit she finally takes off my panties.

"Spread your legs wider so I can touch you properly" she instructs. I stretch my legs out as far as they will go, I am embarrassingly wet and only getting wetter as she stares at me hungrily.

"Fuck, you're such a wreck, and because of me, too. I should keep you here all day, ready and wet for me to fuck whenever Id like. I know you'd like that Elsie" she says in a sultry tone

I don't even get the chance to reply because she finally pushes two fingers in me and I bite my lip to keep from screaming. She waits a few seconds before slowly pumping her fingers in and out. I need more.

I start to rock my hips to meet her thrusts but her hands still me. "stop moving on your own, you'll take what i give you" she growls and slows her fingers even more "please I'll be good" I moan and she finally picks up her pase and reattaches our lips

I feel myself start to come undone but all the sudden she stops, removing her fingers and taking her tongue out of my mouth. "Ame-" I start but gasp as I feel her tongue lick a stripe up my cunt before thrusting into me

"Please don't stop" I cry as her nose hits my clit, I feel myself start to get close again.  She replaces her tongue with 3 fingers, circling my clit and hitting my spot each time she thrusts deeper in me.  "Don't worry, I've got you— slow down, you'll get what you want soon enough" she assures

Her mouth attaches to my pulse point and I try to hold my orgasm for as long as possible. She kisses up to my lips before attaching them again. "Be a good girl Elsie and Cum for me"  she whispers onto my lips and I immediately let go, body shaking as she brings me down from my high.

She takes her fingers out of me and puts them into her mouth, sucking them clean. "You taste so good baby you did such a good job" she praises and helps me off of her desk. She sits me in her office chair while she walks over to her bathroom, wetting a paper towel to clean me up.

"Could he make you feel as good as i do?" She asks while pulling me onto her lap. "No Dr. Shepherd he could never even come close to making me feel the way you do" I reply, head resting in the crook of her neck. "Elsie honey you can call me Amelia" she coos and I smile

We stay silent for a few minutes as she strokes my hair. "Don't go on that date." She whispers abruptly. "Why?" I question "You know why." She replies. I want her to say if she likes me before I confess anything stupid. I admit I may just be gay for her. "Say it." I press "I am not confessing anything to a straight girl" she quarries "ok I'm not completely gay but I'm gay for you." I admit and she smiles proudly.

"Ok fine, here's why you shouldn't go out with Tom" she starts "you deserve so much better and I for one want to give you the kind of love you deserve. Tom did not love you. Treating you horribly is not love and even if I'm not the one you chose I won't let you go back to Tom when you can do so much better" she finishes

"I choose you." I whisper kissing her cheek.

...

"Hey Jo!" I call the next day as I pass her at the nurses station.

"Turns out Tinder does work!"

A/N: Holy shit. I just wrote almost 4K words in one night. I literally feel like I'm gonna fall over. I wrote nonstop for a good 5 hours. Please comment on this because it literally took me forever. I hope you enjoyed

Xx
- Abby :)

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