This story takes place about 4 years ago when I first started medical school. Looking forward to everyone's feed back and will post part 2 soon!
I met Lisa after the first month of Medical School. She was 34 at the time and married. She was eastern European, black hair and blue eyes, 5'7, hourglass shape, nice long toned legs (surprisingly she use to play hockey when she was younger and had maintained her figure by doing cardio or just walking in high heels all the time). She had traveled down from New York and had the personality to go with it – very commanding, fashion oriented, sophisticated. She had this very mature aura about her but could be flirty when she wanted to be. She could be the center of attention in a room and know it, but not show it off or brag about it. She didn't need to. She carried herself with so much confidence.
I knew I was attracted to her when I first met her but seeing as that I am always the reserved type, and I knew she was married, I didn't think anything would come of it. Sure we would be friends, but that was it I thought.