GITJ Post 358: That was Then, This is Now, p10

<Clap-clap-clap-clap-clap!>

I was a hero! I’d just lifted the vending machine off of Mr., uh, Kowalstein, and he was going to be fine. My girls, surrounding us in the hallway, had been clapping, clapping and cooing, cooing and running their hands up and down my chest. They’d been praising my aplomb and clucking their concerns.

Dr. J that was amazing! Lakshmi sang.

You’re just so strong! lauded Josie.

Our big strong man! called someone else, maybe Randi.

Others moved in. We’re so lucky you were here! Marisela gushed, ringlets of dark black hair falling fetchingly across her face.

But are you okay? Aubrey asked. She was one of my younger employees, I think. My front desk girl along with - who are those two again? And the blondish girl?

Yes we need to make sure you’re not hurt, Shanette pressed, her hand doing the same, on my chest pushing me gently backwards. Girls were all around me, hands on my shoulders, arms and back and I felt myself suddenly being guided back down the hall.

Girls, girls! I laughed, What are you doing?!

Mr. Kowalczyk’s going to be alright, assured Amelia - my resident glamor girl, she was like a Barbie Doll! But let’s get you back to your office, where we can check on you.

Girls haha girls! I laughed, I’m fine! I’m fine! Just let me go see my patients and- whoah!

Giggling, all of them, I let them overwhelm me. They were all worried about me, and I figured I might as well indulge them. With their sheer swarming mass they swept me up, and I just let them take me. Before I knew it, there I was. Sitting on top of my desk as Lakshmi and Josie and Marisela examined me, checking for any injury. Amelia stood to one side of me, Aubrey on the other. Others looked on, in womanly concern.

Dr. J you were so brave today! Aubrey squealed girlishly, now hugging my head to her maidenly chest. My first reaction was - in modesty of course - to pull away. But Aubrey held me tight.  As thin and lovely as she was, her bosoms were not those of a young girl! Wow! I was surprised at their size; even through her crisp pink blouse, polka-dotted in white, I could tell this girl was very developed. Large breasts, for sure, firmly mashing into my face. Urk! Well if it brought her joy to comfort me…who was I to complain! I allowed her to hold me, in her womanly way. She even pet my hair. I felt my eyes start to flutter as I drifted for the moment in and out of some reality. It felt like it was, now, just Aubrey and me. My head, her chest, the whiffs of her perfume and her warmth and heartbeat making her less like a girl and more a young mother. I could feel a firm brassiere through her blouse, and I snuggled into it.

“You’re dreaming about us, aren’t you?” I heard her say, in a whisper that came from somewhere else. Was I dreaming? I felt strange, for sure, like I was taken from another time. My head swam, but her comforts made me safe, like I was afloat in a soft warm sea. Her hand pet my head, her chest rose and fell with her breath. How long I was there, held to Aubrey’s young bosom, I don’t know.

Were there other girls here? Blondes, brunettes, redheads?

Maybe they were on their way.

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thanks to RiF for his editing and inspiration for this whole dream-thing sequence