(Lesbian) Loving You Ain't Easy

Chapter 2

My lunch break was about over, so I decided to head back early.  That’s when I ran into Dr. Samantha Curtis, one of the Residents that I had often worked for.  At first I thought she would be just as strict on me as the other doctors were, but Samantha was different.  Not only was she a sweet woman, she was also very pleasing to the eyes.  I couldn’t help but admire every little detail about her. 

She had sky blue eyes that you could easily get lost in, long curly blonde hair that she wore in a ponytail, and flawless tanned skin.  She wasn’t a very tall woman either, but she did have a good 2 to 3 inches on me.  Her body was very curvy for white woman; which was very intriguing to me.  She was a perfect ten in my books.

“Hello, Tracy.” She said with a smile.  “How is your day going?” she asked.

“Er-uhm, pretty uh day.  Good. Very good day, Dr. Curtis.  Uhm Busy.  Busy and good.”   I stumbled all over my words, being caught off guard in my thoughts. 

She giggled.  “Are you okay?” She asked.

“Yes, I’m fine.” I replied. 

“Damn! That was fuckin’ embarrassing.” I thought to myself.

I could literally go hide right now.

“I know we don’t talk much, but maybe you and I could go grab a drink together one day after work.”  She said while biting the side of her lip.

I wasn’t expecting for those words to come out of her mouth.  She seemed a little nervous after asking, and I guess I wasn’t making the situation any easier for her by hesitating to answer back.

“Are you serious?” I asked with my brow raised.

“Yes.  I know I should probably keep things strictly professional, but I’d love to get to know you better.” She said grinning at me.

“WOW, was she seriously trying to get to know me on a personal level?” I thought to myself.

Instantly, thoughts of Jasmine took over my mind.  If she ever found out that a woman that I worked with was trying to associate with me outside of St. Luke’s Hospital, she would literally flip and I would never hear the end of it, especially an attractive woman like Samantha.

Maybe she just wanted to be friends.  I didn’t know, but I sure as hell wouldn’t mind hanging out with her fine ass.  I would just have to tell Jas I would be working late, whatever night this does occur.

“I’d like that a lot.” I replied with an accepting smile on my face.

Once I said that, seem liked a thousands pounds of relief was lifted off Samantha’s shoulders.  I still couldn’t believe she had asked me to go out with her.  I couldn’t help but wonder what was her motive.  I didn’t want to assume that she was gay and that she was attracted to me, because that would certainly make the situation a lot more risky. 

Maybe I should tell Jasmine, I mean I’m already having enough trouble as it is getting her to trust me.  I didn’t want to sneak around or even lie to her about my whereabouts, because I loved her to death, and this would certainly make her question my love for her.  

“Great!” Samantha said.  “Let me give you my number and you can just text my phone so I will have yours, and we will take it from there.”

I reached in my pocket and handed her my cell so she could place her number into it. 

“I love your phone!” she exclaimed.

I had the new iPhone 5 in an all white Otterbox.  I always kept my gadgets up to date.  Anytime Apple came out with a new device, I was the first to get it.

“Thanks.” I said with a laugh.

Samantha was so perky and alive and just seemed like an overall fun person to be around.  Not all uptight like the rest of the doctors I worked with, but I guess their intentions weren’t the same as hers.

She handed my phone back with a smile. 

“Well, Dr. Curtis, I should be getting back to work, my break was over five minutes ago.  I’ll be texting you shortly, so lock me in.” I said.

“Please, call me Sam.” She replied.

“Wow we’re on first name bases now?” I thought to myself. 

This is my first time saying anything not work related to this woman and she’s already giving me special privileges.  I can’t lie, I was pretty ecstatic that she wanted to spend some time with me and get to know me better.  I mean who wouldn’t?  She was a gorgeous woman whom was a doctor.  Anyone would jump on the opportunity.  We may actually become great friends.  After all, I was truly in love with my girlfriend and I refuse to let anything come in between us.

As soon as 7:30 p.m. came around I was out the door, into my car, and on my way home to my woman.  I hated being away from Jasmine for such a long time.  Sometimes I think I love her more than I love myself. 

When I opened the front door to my apartment, I immediately saw Jasmine curled up on the couch watch television. 

“Hey, baby.  I missed you.”  I said as I walked over and planted a kiss on her lips.

“I missed you too, hunny.” She replied.

“Did you remember to take the ground beef out?  I said.  “I’m ready to go cook so I can go take a bath and relax, I’m dead tired.  I’ve been on my feet practically all day.”

“Oh my God.”  She replied.  “Babe, I completely forgot.  I got so into my show; I never got up to take it out.  Will you go to the store and pick some up, please?”  She said with a sad puppy dog look on her face.

“Jasmine, I am FUCKING tired.  Why don’t you just make a sandwich tonight.” I replied.

I really was dog-tired.  Working 12-hour shifts and constantly being on the move was no joke. 

“I think I’ll go home tonight.” She said.

“Are you serious?  Just because I won’t go out and buy some ground beef you run home to your mommy and daddy? Really?” I said.

She didn’t say anything.

Whenever Jasmine didn’t get her way she always made me suffer.  I really hated that about her.  She could have easily eaten something else, but since she didn’t get her way she figured she would throw one of her tantrums and run back home. 

“Fine Jasmine, go!” I yelled.

She hurried back to the bedroom, put on her shoes, grabbed her overnight bag and left.  Slamming the door behind her. 

Tears welled up in my eyes.  I couldn’t believe Jas sometimes.  Just once, I would love to come home to a warm loving girlfriend and dinner cooked.  Instead, I come home to the same bullshit every night, Jas needing me to do something for her. 

After she had left, I picked up in the living room where she had been lounging and cut the television off.  By then, I could barely keep my eyes open so I took a quick shower and hurried into bed. 

I lay there, feeling lonely.  I hated sleeping alone, but sometimes I had no choice.  Jasmine had only cared about herself.  I checked my phone to see if I had any missed calls or texts from her, but nothing.  I just wanted to give up sometimes, but I knew I could never do that.  I was too in love with Jasmine.