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Chris hurried out of the emergency room exit. After ten straight days of working as an ICU charge nurse, on the three to eleven shift, she finally had a weekend off. One of the nurses with whom she worked knew of a swinging party in the west San Fernando Valley and told Chris where it was. Driving to her apartment Chris wondered what a farm girl from Iowa would discover at a southern California party. She hoped she would meet some people who had the same interests in sex that she did.
“I’ve been too long without romancing,” she murmured as she undressed for her shower.
She was an attractive woman in her middle twenties. Her dishwater blond hair hung to her shoulders. She had small breasts with large, sensitive nipples, a narrow waist and, what her mother called, a “slat ass”.
The thing most people noticed about Chris once they stopped staring at her beautiful oval face was her piercing green eyes. She often made people feel that she could look right through them. Because of this as she grew older she frequently avoided eye contact with strangers. This, she soon discovered, made her seem shy and vulnerable and, to many people, even more attractive.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.