“I was too superstitious to buy anything the first time.” Carrie opened the bedroom door-the second one, the one you had to walk through their bedroom to reach. “And after that, well. I guess I didn’t see the point.”
The room was empty, just as she’d said it was-no crib or wall hangings. It wasn’t painted pink or blue. And it was musty from being closed up and unused for so long. There weren’t even curtains on the windows.
“I’ll have to get Doc to put up some blinds.” She frowned at the uncovered window.
“I have some.” They were still in my closet, waiting for Mason to take down our white sheet-curtain. “I never put them up at our place. Are you sure about this?”
Carrie took my hand and squeezed. “I don’t want you to go back there.”
“He won’t come back.” I was pretty sure of this.
“I think he will.” She pressed her lips together and crossed her arms. “And I don’t think you should be there when he does.”
“Maybe you’re right.” There was no point arguing with her. “And Doc’s okay with Jezebel?”
“He’s more of a dog kind of guy, but he loves animals,” she assured me. “He’s fine with it.”
I touched the door frame, frowning. “But this room should be for…”
“It’s yours.” She snatched at my hand and squeezed it again. “I want you here.
Please stay.”
So I did. We left the bed at my apartment. I wasn’t even thinking of it as ours anymore. Instead, the Baumgartners bought a futon. I brought a small dresser and a little writing desk. Carrie laughed at Doc, calling him He-Man when he tried to carry it all by himself, negotiating the corners first through my place and then theirs. But when it was done, we ordered a pizza, drank beer and watched a Red Wings game. I nested between them like it had always been that way while Jezebel sat in the window and cleaned herself, looking up occasionally when we interrupted her by cheering at the television.
The strangest thing was bed time. I had to pass through their room to my own and seeing them snuggle together was the hardest part of my night. Well, almost. They tried to be quiet, I could tell. But Carrie didn’t have a “mute” button when it came to sex, and eventually, I think they forgot themselves, forgot about me. That was the hardest part.
Other than that, living with the Baumgartners was easy. Jezebel adopted Doc like he was her long-lost familiar, or maybe the other way around, waiting for him at the window and twining herself around his feet, trying to trip him the moment he came in the door. I don’t know what Carrie did while I was in class, but she was always happy to see me when I got home, no matter what mood I was in. She was like that with Doc too. And she was an amazing cook. No more Lean Cuisines for me.
And the best thing was playing. That’s what Carrie called it, “playing.” Not just sex, which there was plenty of between the two of us-Doc was gone so much it gave us ample opportunity-but really playing. Like two little kids, we’d run around the apartment in our underwear tagging each other with squirt guns Carrie brought home on a whim from the dollar store. We got into tickle fights-my feet and the backs of her knees. And the first time it snowed, we made angels.
“I wish there were real angels.” Carrie reached over to me with a mittened hand and squeezed my gloved fingers as we rested, splayed in the snow, mouths open to catch the big, fat flakes that fell all around our faces. It wasn’t even Halloween yet so it was a wet, heavy snow that would probably disappear tomorrow or the day after when the fickle weather decided to warm again.
“That’s what my mother told me.” I snorted. “Don’t worry, Dani. Isabella’s with the angel’s now.”
She sighed. “That would be comforting, wouldn’t it?”
“I wish it was.”
Carrie sat up and exclaimed, “Let’s make a snowman!”
And that’s what we did. It was huge, as tall as we were, and we draped it with a purple scarf and gave him a drooping carrot for a nose and stony black eyes. His hands were branches we shoved mittens on and his mouth was made out of strands of red licorice. When Doc got home, Carrie told him she was sorry, but there was another man in our lives now. She giggled as we gathered at the back door to look out at our new guy in the fading sunlight and Doc praised our mad snowman-making skills.
“If you have to throw me over for someone, it might as well be the Brad Pitt of snowmen. Look at that six pack!”
“It’s more like a keg.” Carrie laughed, sliding her hand under his sweatshirt and I got a glimpse of Doc’s belly, which was nicely toned.
Doc grinned. “Hey, if a six-pack is good, a keg is better, right?”
We ate chili that night and I tried to study on the couch while Carrie and Doc snuggled at the other end of it under a blanket and watched MacGyver.
“Oh, I got our costumes,” Carrie said during a commercial.
“Uh-oh.” He looked sideways at her. “Please tell me I’m not going as Dr.
Frankenstein.”
“Nope.” She grinned. “You’re going as Dr. Hawkeye Pierce and I am going as Hot Lips Houlihan.”
He laughed. “Well I guess that’s better than Dr. Dolittle.”
“Hey, I could have gone with Dr. Frank-N-Furter.” She stuck out her tongue and I tried to imagine Doc dressed as a transvestite. “Or Dr. Spock.”
“I’d wear fishnets for you.” He nuzzled her neck. “Or big ears.”
“You could go as Dr. Scholl.” I chimed in and they both laughed. “You have to go as doctors?”
“It’s the Halloween costume party at the hospital,” Doc explained. “Everyone has to go as a doctor or a patient.”
“Dani, you still have to get your costume.” Carrie nudged me with her foot.
I shook my head, burying myself back in my book. “Not me.”
“Are you gonna make me pick it?” She nudged me again, making a face.
“Are you really gonna make me go to a costume party?” I groaned. “I won’t know anyone there.”
“Neither will I.” She petted my thigh with her instep. “We can get drunk and embarrass Doc in front of all the other residents. Doesn’t that sound like fun?”
“Come on, Dani.” Doc winked at me. “Come with us.”
Damn that man had a sexy smile. “Maybe.”
“I’m picking your costume.” Carrie brightened. “How about a sexy nurse? Or, let’s see… Dr. Who? Dr. Strangelove? Dr. Kevorkian?”
“I liked the sexy nurse idea,” Doc chimed in and gave me another grin when I looked at him. Every time he looked my way, it made me feel hot.
“Go ahead,” I mumbled. “Pick whatever you want.”
“Does that mean you’ll come?” Carrie urged.
I shrugged. “Maybe.”
“Tease.” She poked me with her pink-painted toenail. “Come with us. Besides, you don’t want to be stuck here passing out candy to toddlers in cute costumes all night, do you?”
“I’m gonna head to bed.” I closed my book and stood to stretch.
“I’m sorry,” Carrie apologized and I gave her a brief smile.
“Nothing to apologize for,” I replied. “I’m just tired.” Which was mostly true.
Besides, I liked to get into my room before they did so I didn’t have to walk through theirs while they were in bed.
“Goodnight, Dani,” Doc called as I went past.
I let out my pent-up breath when I got to my room. It felt as if my whole body was buzzing. I didn’t know how much longer I could live here with them, like this. The tension was palpable, and not in a bad way. I kept trying to hide it, but I was attracted to Doc and I think he knew it. I think they both did.
Maybe if I dressed up and pretended to be someone else, I thought sleepily as I crawled into bed with a book I didn’t really intend to read, I might have the nerve to actually do something about it.
Of course, I never intended to go half-naked, but that’s just what happened. I didn’t go as a doctor, or even a sexy nurse. Carrie decided I should go as their patient, so I got to wear a hospital johnnie and fuzzy bunny slippers. She let me have a creamy silk robe with a tie to cover that, but she didn’t let me wear any panties. Or a bra.
“It has to be authentic,” Carrie teased as we got ready in the bathroom that night.
She was in green army fatigues with “Houlihan” written on her pocket. She made a sexier “Hot Lips” than Loretta Swit ever even thought about being. “Besides, I can do this…” She slipped a hand into one of the openings in the back, squeezing my ass.
I squealed. “Yeah, well so could anyone else!”
“It’s no shorter than some skirts I’ve seen you wear.”
Well, that was true. Thankfully the weather had changed for the warmer and the snow had completely melted. And Carrie was so excited about the “authenticity” of my costume that it was hard to disappoint her by putting on panties. And I was already buzzed, which helped, although Carrie made the suggestion completely sober. She had refused and was apparently immune to Doc’s magical pre-party margarita mixing, which helped convince me it really wasn’t that much different than wearing a short skirt out.
And I’d done that before without panties.
Doc drove and I sat in the back, worrying the whole way that I wasn’t going to know anyone. But it would be a good excuse to sit in the corner all night, I reasoned.
There was no way I was going to get up and dance in this getup. Carrie kept teasing me that I could meet some cute, eligible doctor-and it occurred to me that perhaps her costume choice hadn’t been just a last-minute idea.
“I’ll let you off at the door.” Doc pulled up and whistled when I got out of the car and the wind blew my robe open, making me shiver. “That’s quite a view, Ms. Stuart!”
I flushed, pushing Carrie ahead of me. “I swear, I’m going to kill you.”
“I wish everyone I treated looked as good in that outfit!” he called before Carrie shut the door.
“I’ll stay behind you until we get in.” She giggled and let me go forward.
The party was at a hall and it was in full-swing by the time we got there. There were latex gloves all over, blown up as balloons. They even stuffed them with ice and put them in buckets to keep the wine cold.
“What’s your poison?” the bartender asked as I backed my way carefully onto a stool, making sure my “flaps” in the back were closed. I looked up at the bar and saw a painted sign, “Name Your Poison,” on the wall.
“Fuzzy navel,” I replied, watching Carrie greet Doc at the door. He made a dashing, rakish Hawkeye and he slipped an arm around her as they made their way toward me.
I laughed when the bartender poured liquor out of test tubes. They’d really gone all-out. Doc ordered a drink but left it at the bar when Carrie grabbed his arm, saying, “I love this song!” over the din and dragging him onto the dance floor.
“Nice costume.” A guy wearing scrubs sat next to me as the bartender served me up another fuzzy navel. I figured I needed the liquid courage. He was kind of cute in a nerdy doctor sort of way. “I love the slippers.”
I smiled down at the bunnies. “Thanks. Harvey and Bugs. They’re out on a day pass.”
“So you’re dressed up as a mental patient then?” He admired the rabbits when I waggled them, but I think he was really more interested in looking at my legs. When I raised an eyebrow at him, he replied, “Because with that body, there can’t be possibly be anything physically wrong with you.”
I laughed. “How many women wearing hospital gowns have you tried that line out on tonight?”
I was actually not the only one wearing a hospital gown, I’d noticed, which was both a relief and kind of a letdown. It was always fun to be original, but on the other hand, it was less embarrassing when it was the standard uniform. Of course, I wondered how many of those were going around Commando.
“I’m Ben. Want to dance?” he offered. I hesitated, glancing out at Doc and Carrie.
She had her arms around his neck and they were slow-dancing now. Seeing them together made my chest hurt.
“I’m Danielle.” I introduced myself and then said, “Okay,” when he held out a hand. I let him lead me, but when we got out there, I was careful not to put my arms too far around his neck. I was all too aware of how high the hospital gown rode up when I did that. The dance floor was dark except for the disco-ball overhead and the song was something slow and Top-Forty that I didn’t recognize.
I was already buzzed and I let him slide his hands down past my waist, putting my head on his shoulder and breathing in the scent of him-alcohol and cologne. It had been a very long time since I’d been in another man’s arms besides Mason’s. It made me heady.
“What are you wearing under this?” he whispered into my ear.
“Nothing.” I smiled, my eyes still closed.
I heard his breath catch. “That’s what I thought.”
“Can I cut in?” I looked up to see Doc tapping Ben’s shoulder. Ben didn’t look too happy about it but he yielded, stepping out of the way and accepting Carrie’s arms around his neck.
“I see you met Ben.” Doc slipped his arms around my waist. I felt him pulling the flaps closed tighter. “Not that I’m surprised. He’s quite the ladies’ man.”
“I’m sure he thinks he’s charming,” I murmured, resting my head against his chest. Doc’s scent was very different, earthy. Much more masculine.
“I have no doubt,” he agreed, glancing over at his wife who was laughing at something Ben had said. “So why were you dancing with him.”
“Jealous?” I blinked, looking up at him with a half-smile.
His eyes darkened and his nostrils flared “I guess I’m protective of what’s mine.”
“She’s yours,” I reminded him. “I don’t belong to anyone.”
“Yes you do.” His arms tightened and I actually gasped for breath. The way he looked at me my insides go all soft.
“Are you staking a claim?” I inquired, still breathless.
His lips moved against my ear. “Do you want me to?”
“Right here? Right now?” I teased. His hands were still moving, lower now, caressing the rounded curve of my behind.
“Anywhere.” His breath was hot as he crushed me to him, letting me feel how hard he was. It made my knees weak. “Any time.”
I pulled away, dizzy. “I just felt like dancing.”
His hand moved up against my lower back, his smile slow. “Next time, come get me. I’ll dance with you.”
“Okay,” I agreed. We traded off all night-me, Carrie and Doc-dancing in every combination possible. I forgot about my costume and its limitations, although I’m sure I flashed more than one person that night. Ben took the hint and let the three of us do our thing, watching from afar. I saw him leave with a redhead who filled out her sexy nurse uniform quite nicely, but I was pressed against Carrie on the dance floor at the time and didn’t look back.
“Let’s go home,” Doc murmured on the other side of his wife as he watched us rubbing against each other. He’d apparently done enough elbow-rubbing and chatting about golf-he didn’t play, he said, but he knew the lingo-and I saw the look in his eyes. I’d glimpsed it often enough before he took Carrie into their bedroom.
“Up front.” Carrie directed me when we piled in the car. Doc was driving, Carrie in the middle. The Cadillac-another one of Doc’s “indulgences”-had a bench seat and we all fit without a problem. Doc put the heat on. I was shivering, although I wasn’t entirely sure it was from the cold.
When Carrie slid her hand under my gown I didn’t protest. I did glance over at Doc to see if he was watching though, and he was. Instead of shying away, I spread my thighs wider for her probing fingers, moaning softly when she found my clit.
“Good girl,” Carrie whispered, leaning over to kiss my throat, her lips warm and soft. She strummed me with her thumb and slipped her fingers down my wet slit, seeking entrance.
“Oh god.” I whispered the words into her hair as she began to finger me, glancing over at Doc, flushed with embarrassment. Thank goodness it was dark outside. It was bad enough, being half naked in front of him and his friends all night, but watching him look at me with his wife’s eager fingers fucking my wet cunt was too much. “Please, Carrie, wait…”
“Nuh-uh!” She was up on her knees, undoing her pants and sliding them down. I stared as she got them off, her panties, too, grabbing my hand and pressing it between her thighs. She was soaked-almost as wet as I was-but I tried not to give in.
“When we get home,” I pleaded, looking over at Doc again. I saw him shift in his seat, eyeing us but not saying anything. Then his gaze shifted back to the road.
“Please,” she begged, rocking against the hand cupping her mound. “I can’t wait.
I can’t. I have to come.”
I groaned, giving in and working my fingers against her clit. She sighed in happiness, her hand doing me too, the sloppy wet noise of our pussies being fingered filling the car. I could smell her, and me too. We were sweaty from dancing and wet with our own juices, pungent and strong.
“Oh yes, yes.” Carrie rolled her hips, giving me more access, and I took it, thumbing her clit while I fucked her with my fingers. She straddled my thigh, steadying herself against the back of the seat, her fingers never stopping on me. I bit my lip, feeling my pussy starting to clench. “Oh Dani, yeah, your pussy is so fucking hot!”
“Oh no, no, please, you’re gonna make me come,” I begged, wanting it, not wanting it. She fucked me furiously, her body working against mine, and I cried out in pleasure, my head rolling back on the seat, feeling my cunt clamp down around her pumping fingers again and again.
Doc groaned and shifted in his seat again. But Carrie wasn’t done. She lifted her wet fingers to her mouth and licked them, and then she leaned over and put them in Doc’s mouth. He made a low, growling noise at the back of his throat, eagerly sucking the taste of my pussy off her hand.
I turned my face away, but Carrie undid the buttons of her shirt and pulled down her bra, letting her breasts free. They spilled out against my cheeks and she rubbed them against my face, making me squirm and grab at them to keep from drowning. My hands were covered with her juices.
“Suck them,” she begged, holding them for me now, pressing her dark, fat nipples as close together as she could. “Please. Please!”
I took one of her nipples into my mouth and then used my tongue to lash at the other one, back and forth between them, eager and hungry. She began to touch herself, rubbing against my bare thigh, and then she reached around to undo the tie of the hospital gown I was wearing, yanking it down over my shoulders to expose me. Doc glanced over again, and this time, in spite of Carrie doing her best to obstruct my view, albeit totally unintentionally I was sure, by writhing in my lap, I saw his hand rubbing and cupping the crotch of his pants.
“Does it make you hot?” Carrie whispered, splaying her pussy against my leg, her fingers buried deep. “He’s hard for you.”
I whimpered in response as she pushed me on my back onto the seat, my head resting near Doc’s thigh. I looked up and met his eyes and saw the way his gaze traveled down my body in the darkness, the streetlights flashing like lightning, giving him a view of my nearly nude state. The hospital gown was just around my waist now and Carrie spread herself over me, sucking hard at my nipples, her pussy rubbing wetly over my leg.
“Jesus,” Doc whispered, watching his wife situate herself above me, half-sitting, scissoring our legs together on the seat. She shoved one of my knees back to spread me open wide and I held it for her, the slick velvet press of her pussy against mine too delicious to resist.
“Like that?” she murmured, looking down into my eyes.
“Oh god yeah,” I agreed, rocking my hips with hers. This was something we’d never done before and although the position was awkward and the movement of the car didn’t make it easy, I wasn’t about to tell her no, not now. I didn’t care if Doc was watching. I didn’t care who was watching. I didn’t even care if we got pulled over and thrown in jail, as long as I got to come with her cunt spasming against mine.
I looked up to see Doc’s hand fondling his wife’s breast, pinching her nipple. The sight made me crazy with lust and I rolled my hips, rubbing our swollen pussy lips together. Carrie glanced down at me, her eyes half-closed in pleasure, and then she looked back at her husband.
When she licked her lips and focused on his crotch, I knew I was in trouble.
“Take it out, Doc.”
He didn’t argue. The sound of his zipper sounded incredibly loud. Then there was a low, rhythmic shuffling sound. He was touching himself. I wanted to look but I didn’t.
Instead I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensation between my legs. Carrie knew just what she was doing, teasing my pussy lips open with hers, making our clits kiss softly in the dark.
“Oh baby,” Carrie murmured, rocking faster, harder. “Oh fuck I’m gonna come all over!”
I looked up at her riding me, her lower lip pulled between her teeth, Doc’s hand on her breast. I prayed the other one was on the steering wheel and not on his cock, but I didn’t look. Instead, I covered his hand with mine, rubbing her nipple as she started to come. I heard him gasp before she started to keen and wail with her orgasm and then he groaned again when I guided his hand down to cup my breast instead.
“Please,” I begged, looking up at him, meeting his dark eyes for a moment before he glanced back at the road. “I’m so close. Play with my nipples.”
His hand was huge, his palms hot, cupping and kneading my breasts. Carrie was coming still, not letting up, shoving me into the seat with her thrusts. When Doc squeezed my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, I could somehow feel it right against my clit. I moaned and arched, calling out his name and then hers.
“I’m gonna come!” I cried and let myself go between them, my pussy clenching with my climax like a vise. Carrie collapsed, kissing me and laughing softly. Her lips were warm and I could still taste me on her mouth where she’d rubbed my juices over her lips.
“Doc’s turn,” she whispered, moving up and reaching for his cock. I turned on the seat so we were belly to belly, her ass against the back of the seat, mine turned toward the dashboard. She slid herself closer to him and I watched, my breath caught, as she began to stroke him.
His cock was gorgeous. It literally made my mouth water and I whimpered softly when I watched her lick the head. He had one hand in her hair, the other on the steering wheel. Carrie glanced at me and saw the look in my eyes.
“You want some?” she offered, tilting his cock in my direction. I swallowed hard, looking at the way it curved in her hand. Did I want some? I glanced at Doc, who could barely keep his eyes on the road, his gaze skipping over my nude body pressed belly to belly with his wife’s, stretched out on the front seat of his Cadillac. He had a look in his eyes like he was dreaming. I imagine I did too.
“Mmmm.” Carrie took him back into her mouth with a hungry, sucking sound. I heard Doc’s sharp intake of breath and saw his hand tighten in her hair, pressing her down on his dick. She worked him with her fist and mouth, making lusty noises and twisting against me on the seat. It was driving me crazy. Maybe she knew that because she looked over at me a few times, tilting his cock again, an offer.
Christ. Pretty soon I wasn’t going to be able to resist. I think she knew that too.
Instead of giving in to my lust for Doc, I slid down onto the floor on the passenger’s side and nuzzled my way between Carrie’s thighs. She lifted her leg for me as I suckled her pussy, lapping at the swollen lips that had been pressed against mine just moments before.
“Carrie, god, that’s so fucking good!” Doc moaned, his eyes half-closed, and she squeezed his dick, making him jump.
“Don’t get us into an accident,” she warned, the mushroom head of his cock spilling over with glistening pre-cum. I could see it in the flash of a streetlight and then it was dark again.
“I promise,” he panted. “Just please don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” she whispered, going back to work. I did too, sucking slowly at her clit and watching them together. The danger of what we were doing, Carrie and I completely exposed as we sped along the highway, just added to the excitement. She squirmed on the seat and I pressed my palm flat against her lower belly, feeling her muscles twitching.
“Oh fuuuuuck!” Doc groaned and I felt the car slowing, taking a corner. He glanced down to see my mouth attached to his wife’s pussy. “That’s good, Dani. She loves being licked. Suck on that little clit.”
I made a little noise in my throat in agreement and so did Carrie. She tasted so good in my mouth, and I knew I was swallowing our juices all mixed together. Her clit throbbed against my tongue and I spread her with my fingers so I could really get in there. It liked to hide when she was really excited and I didn’t let her escape, twisting and turning with her as she thrashed on the seat.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” Doc slowed the car to jerky halt and Carrie really started pumping him hard and fast into her mouth. I couldn’t help it-I slipped my hand down and rubbed myself off while I watched, sucking on Carrie’s clit, the same hot, wet rhythm she was keeping up on his dick. A few fast, furious circles around my swollen clit was all it was going to take.
“Carrie,” he warned, panting and thrusting up into her throat. She gagged on his length but didn’t stop. In fact, she went faster still, swallowing so much of him that she buried her face against his crotch. “Oh god! Now!”
Now. Now. My pussy spasmed under my flying fingers as I drank Carrie’s pussy in. She bucked against my tongue, coming too, Doc’s cum spilling out around her lips and flooding down the length of his cock. She didn’t let much escape, still shuddering from her orgasm, finding it all with her tongue and licking it up.
“Taste,” she whispered huskily, pressing her fingers to my lips. My mouth was still fastened to her pussy, but I obediently opened up and took her fingers in, looking into Doc’s dark eyes as I tasted his cum. His gaze filled with lust as he watched me suck her fingers.
“We’re home,” he managed, still breathless.
“I’ll say.” Carrie nuzzled his thigh, her hand moving in my hair.
As soon as we started straightening and tucking, putting clothes back in place, somehow the spell was broken. I rushed into the house before them, heading straight to my room, and pretended to be asleep when Carrie knocked and opened the door to check on me.
I wanted to say something, but I couldn’t. Instead I actually tried to sleep, rolling around on the futon that seemed too hot and small that night. And when I heard her cries and the rhythmic sound of the headboard slapping against the wall, I wanted to go to the door and open it, to slip into their bed and join them.
What in the hell are you thinking? I chastised myself for my lust, for wanting him, wanting her. I wanted both of them. I stretched and rolled and sighed, longing to be in bed with the Baumgartners as they sucked and fucked each other in the room next to mine.
I rolled and stared up in the darkness. There was a vent, high up near the ceiling.
These were old apartments and I didn't know what kind of heat they had, but the vents were big and wide. I could see light spilling into my room from theirs. No wonder we could hear everything. There was nothing between the walls at all.
I heard every word, every sigh, every moan and thrust. I knew that if I did what I really wanted, if I crept into their bed, they would both welcome me. If I hadn’t known it before that night, I knew it for sure then. But for some reason, I couldn’t. I’d always done what I wanted, had gone against what everyone said I should do, but I couldn’t admit to anyone, even myself, that I wanted this.
Instead of taking my pleasure, I stole it, sliding my hand down under the covers to touch my aching clit in the dark. I closed my eyes and imagined me with them, between them, Doc’s hands, Carrie’s mouth, both of them on me, in me, taking it all. I rubbed myself frantically, throwing my arm over my mouth and moaning into my own elbow to keep them from hearing, knowing they could probably hear me anyway as I thrashed on the bed, my knee hitting the wall as I spread myself wide and thrust up against my hand.
I came when I heard the short, sharp sounds of Carrie’s orgasm and nearly passed out when she cried out my name-and then he did too, as if they were calling me to them through the darkness. But still I denied myself and didn’t go, burying myself under the covers and trying to drown myself in sleep until morning.