by Selena Kitt
“Unfortunately, I wasn’t dating anyone at the time.” He laughed. “But I did have a bit of fun all by myself.”
She grinned. “I bet.”
“Thanks.” He pulled his shirt slowly back on and they both got up to wash their hands.
“What a waste of lubricant,” Carrie remarked, soaping up.
“I’ll say.” Wilson dried his hands on the kitchen towel, glancing at her standing at the sink. “That tattoo is so sexy peeking over your jeans like that.”
She glanced behind, pushing her bottom out, trying to see. “Is it?”
“Doc’s gonna have fun all over that thing, isn’t he?”
She laughed. “I sure hope so.”
As if on cue, the phone rang. She grabbed it off the wall, sure it was him, and it was.
“Another hour?” She sighed, looking over at Wilson, still fiddling with the towel. “Yeah, he’s still here. Do you want him to wait?”
“I gotta get going anyway.” Wilson tossed the towel onto the counter. “I’m on call tomorrow.”
Carrie listened as Doc talked to someone in the background. Then he said, “I love you, baby. I gotta run,” and hung up.
“Well I guess I’ll watch my I Love Lucy video boxed set all by myself.”
Wilson hesitated, his coat half-on. “Do you want me to stay?”
“No, it’s okay.” She smiled. “Doc will be home soon.”
“Well, thanks for dinner.” He stopped at the door. “Tell Doc I said goodbye.”
Carrie went over and put her arms around him, giving him a hug. “Thanks for taking me home. And thanks for talking me into a temporary tattoo. I think Doc’s really gonna like it.”
“I’m sure he will.” He gave her a lop-sided smile and then he was gone. She heard the engine of the Camaro start up outside, a loud roar subsiding to a gentle purr.
Carrie peeked out the blinds, watching him pull away, and then, instead of putting in a VHS tape, she turned off the lights and settled herself on the couch in the darkness. She couldn’t stop thinking about the tattoo on Wilson’s cock. Was it Celtic, like the one on her back? A snake? He seemed to like snakes. Maybe something funny or silly?
She undid her jeans, easing them down her hips, all too aware of the temporary tattoo on her lower back, like a brand. She smiled, imagined Doc’s reaction, rubbing her fingers over the wet, black crotch of her panties. They were soaked—she hadn’t realized how excited she was, how very turned-on. The sexual tension between she and Wilson tonight had been almost tangible.
Not that she would ever do anything about it, she chided herself, fingers circling her clit, sending hot ripples through her body. She started like Wilson’s car—fireworks and then a low, purring rumble, a slow, hot revving up that swelled toward something more.
She wished she’d gotten a chance to ask him about Daphne. Had he fucked her? She could call her friend, of course, and find out, but she decided to ease the sexual tension before satisfying her curiosity. Besides, she could imagine them together, imagine Daphne’s mouth stretched over his tattooed cock, his fingers playing in her red bush. That was fun.
It was more fun to imagine herself between them, though, she discovered. Her pussy fattened at the thought, heating up nicely under her hand, imagining Wilson’s cock sliding into her own pussy, oh yeah, just like that—she shoved three fingers in, imagining taking him like that, Daphne kneeling over her face, presenting her with her own wet pussy.
Carrie wanted him. She wanted Daphne, too. God, what’s wrong with me? she thought, her face flushing at her own greedy, lustful fantasies. Was she so depraved? It had to be wrong, thinking like this, wanting more than what Doc could possibly give her. But the more she let herself think about it, the more she craved, like a woman crawling across a desert in search of water.
“Mmmmm yeah,” she whispered, licking her lips, trying to taste Daphne there. She licked her own fingers for inspiration, rubbing rapidly at her clit. “Oh yeah, fuck me, Wilson. Fuck me with that big, fat, tattooed cock.”
Oh god, that was good. What did he look like with his hair down, she wondered? All that long, dark hair, that sexy little goatee, tattoos over his belly and chest and arms. Were there other piercings she couldn’t see?
She gasped when she heard Doc fumbling with his keys outside the door, paralyzed in the darkness on the sofa. But instead of hurrying to pull up her pants, she yanked them off, getting up to go meet him at the door wearing just her panties and a t-shirt.
She was on him the instant the door swung open.
“Woah, what—?”
She didn’t let him answer, crushing his mouth with hers, suffocating him, already unzipping his coat, working the buttons on his shirt.
“Welcome home,” he joked as she pulled him toward the bedroom. She turned on the light, letting him see her standing there in her black thong, but she didn’t turn around, not yet.
“Are you going to go back and get a tattoo?” she asked, watching as he left his shirt and coat on the floor while she got down on her knees to undo his belt.
“Maybe. Do you want me to?”
“It might be sexy. Something here…” She kissed his belly as she unzipped him. “Or here…” She reached up to tweak his nipple. Then she got down to business, yanking his pants and boxers down, taking the head of his soft cock into her mouth. “What about here?”
He chuckled, watching her swallow his cock. It was growing harder by the second. “I don’t think so. Not unless you’re getting one.”
She spit on his cock, rubbing the head against her lips. “I dare you.”
“Maybe if you promise to suck it like that every night,” he groaned, sliding deeper into her throat.
“I’d suck it like this every night anyway.”
Doc reached down to fondle her breasts through her t-shirt, thumbing her nipples, making them hard. She was already soaking wet and ready for him, but she wanted him to see.
“Guess what I did?” She swallowed, looking up at him with bright eyes.
He raised his eyebrows. “I’m almost afraid to ask.”
“Look.” She stood, turning around and walking toward the bed, hips swinging. Then she crawled up onto it, waving her ass, and pulled off her t-shirt, undoing her bra and tossing it aside.
“Oh god.” His voice was a whisper, eyes wide. “Oh my fucking god. I am so going to come all over that.”
She pulled her panties down her thighs, spreading herself wide for him. “That’s what I hoped you’d say.”
He found her as if his cock was steel and her pussy a magnet, drawn right into her wetness. Grabbing her hips, he shoved himself deep into her pussy on the first go, parting her flesh easily.
“So fucking wet!” he gasped, fucking her from behind as he stood next to the bed. “Oh baby, that tattoo is the sexiest damned thing I’ve ever seen.”
She moaned, wiggling her ass back against him. “Like it?”
“Fuck yeah.” He rolled his hips, working his cock into her inlet, his thumbs rubbing over the dark lines and curves of the tattoo on her back. “Hot. Fucking hot. Oh god.”
“Fuck me, Doc,” she panted, rubbing her pussy from underneath, feeling the hard drive of his cock and wanting more. “Do it hard! Come on!”
“Jesus, baby.” He grabbed her hips, pounding into her, trying to give her what she asked for. She could feel his cock getting bigger inside of her, his own excitement building, catching up to hers.
“Deeper! Oh yeah! Give me that big fucking dick in my cunt! Gimme, gimme, gimme!” she chanted, her fingers circling her clit, pushing herself closer and closer to the brink.
Doc grunted, slapping her ass, leaving a red handprint and making her shriek in surprise. Her pussy spasmed in response and she bit her lip, hovering just at the verge of climax.
“Yes!” she panted. “Spank me! Spank that ass!”
Doc gave up, grunting and slapping her again, his cock working deep inside of her.
“I’m fucking coming!” she
wailed, her nipples grazing the bed with every thrust, her pussy on fire. “Oh now now now now now!”
She writhed on the mattress, her body finally giving in, letting her have the thing she’d been chasing for what felt like forever. Her pussy snapped closed around Doc’s dick like a vise, squeezing his length and making him cry out in astonishment. The walls of her pussy contracted like a snake swallowing its prey, again and again, and she thought he might be pulling out of her just to save himself from the force of it.
“I’m gonna come all over that hot fucking little tramp stamp,” he groaned, fisting his cock and pumping it violently against her ass. “Oh yeah! Yeah! You ready for it? You want that cum all over your ass?”
She shoved her hair out of her face, turning to look back at him over her shoulder. “Yes! Come on me! Come all over that hot little ass!”
That was enough to send him over, a wet spurt of cum shooting from the tip of his cock and spraying her back with heat. It splattered her tattoo like a white Rorschach on black ink and Carrie moaned, reaching back to rub the cream into her skin. Doc shuddered, giving her more to work with, his cum sticky and hot under her fingers.
Doc collapsed beside her on the bed as Carrie sank down to her belly, rolling gleefully back and forth on the covers, smiling to herself.
“Wow, what was that about?” Doc panted, his hand resting in the middle of his chest, which was still rising and falling very fast.
“Nothing,” she said. “I just wanted you.”
“Nuh-uh.” He looked over at her, doubtful. “Something got you all riled up. Was it that hot little tramp stamp on your back?”
He rolled toward her, dragging his finger over it, and laughed. “Your tattoo is rubbing off.”
“Oh damn.” She glanced over her shoulder, frowning. “He told me to use baby oil or vegetable oil to get it off. I guess cum works too.”
“I like it.” Doc traced the remaining lines. “Are you gonna get a real one?”
“I doubt it.” She made a face. “Wilson’s was hurting him pretty bad tonight. He asked me to rub stuff all over it.”
“Oh yeah?” Doc sat up on his elbow. “Is he what had you all horny tonight?”
“No.” The flush in her cheeks gave her away.
“Did you do something with him?” Doc asked slowly.
“No,” she insisted, feeling the flush in her cheeks deepening. “But what if I did? Why is it okay if I do something with Daphne, but not with Wilson?”
“I don’t know.” He looked blind-sided. “We hadn’t talked about that. I guess… it’s just… different.
“I don’t think it is.”
He blinked at her, finally asking, “Do you want to do something with Wilson?”
“No.” Carrie sighed, rolling over and grabbing a pillow to hold onto. “I mean, it might be fun, but I wouldn’t want to do it if you’re not okay with it. I honestly haven’t thought about sex with another man in… well, since I met you.”
“But you’re thinking about it now?”
“Not right now,” she replied, glancing back at him “But in general… a little. Are you mad?”
“No.” He slipped an arm around her, kissing her shoulder. “Hey, listen, not to change the subject, but I have bad news.”
She winced. “How bad?”
“I can’t make our flight.”
“What?” She turned in his arms, frowning. “What do you mean?”
“I have to work.” He sighed when her eyes starting filling with tears. She wiped at them angrily. “They put me on the schedule, even though I told them not to. What can I do?”
“Well, what are we going to do?”
“I guess I’ll just have to fly in a few days later.”
She fought her tears again, but it was a losing battle. “What about me?”
“I hate to transfer two tickets if we don’t have to. It costs money and we’re short enough this month as it is.”
“So you want me to fly out without you and stay with your parents for three days before you even show up?” She hadn’t even wanted to go in the first place! This was unbelievable.
“Carrie, it’s Key West,” he pleaded. “You can laze around on the beach, go swimming, get a tan...”
“Okay okay, I get it.” She sat up and reached for her t-shirt, pulling it back on. “I should feel guilty because you’re here working while I’m off having fun.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Fine.” She relented, sticking her tongue out at him. “I’ll go and have fun.”
“Thank you.” He smiled, patting the bed beside him. “That’s all I can ask.”
“But try to hurry.” She snuggled up to him as he pulled the covers over them both. “I miss you.”
“Already?”
“Always.”
“Goodnight, baby.” He kissed her forehead as she drifted off to sleep, her cheek resting on his chest.
* * * *
The girls spent the morning shopping for last minute gifts and Carrie convinced Daphne to come back to her apartment to help her pack them up so she could ship them off to Florida.
“If they lose these packages, there goes Christmas…” Carrie sighed, taping up the last box.
“That’s why you buy insurance.”
Carrie made a face. “Yeah, but you can’t open insurance on Christmas morning.”
“Good point.” Daphne lifted a bottle to her friend’s glass. “Here, have more wine, you won’t think about it anymore.”
“Oh good, that will help me drown out the fact that I’m going to have to spend three days alone with Doc’s parents before he comes down.”
“Oh cry me a river!” Daphne laughed, rolling her eyes. “Three days without your husband on a beach in Florida?”
“Well when you put it that way…” Carrie put the last package in the box, glancing over at her friend. “Hey, so tell me, did anything happen between you and Wilson?”
“Nothing to write home about.” She shrugged, handing over the packing tape. “He stayed for a while when he dropped me off but nothing happened.”
Carrie ripped off a strip of tape. “Do you like him?”
“He’s cute.” Daphne smiled over the rim of her wine glass.
Carrie laughed, taping up the box. “You like him.”
“A little,” her friend admitted, giving her a sidelong look.
Carrie took the offered Sharpie, addressing the box to the timeshare in Florida. “Do you want to know something about him that I’m now pretty sure you don’t know?”
“What?” Daphne gave her a return address label to stick on.
“He has a tattoo…” Carrie paused, looking up at her for emphasis. “On his cock.”
Daphne’s jaw dropped, a quite satisfying response. “Are you serious?”
“Creepy or sexy?” she asked.
“Sexy.” The redhead nodded, sipping her wine. “Unless it’s something weird. Then it could be creepy.”
Carrie snorted. “See, I was hoping you could tell me.”
“Unfortunately, we didn’t get quite that far,” Daphne sighed, watching her put the last box with the others.
“Too bad.”
“Tell me about it.”
“Wait… quite that far. That means…” Carrie squealed, jumping up and down. “I knew it! I knew it!”
“So we made out a little.” Daphne tried to hide her smile. “Not far enough to see his cock tattoo, though, that’s for sure.”
Carrie grabbed her glass of wine, taking a gulp. “He offered to show it to me, but Doc stopped him.”
“Go figure.” Daphne laughed.
“Well, Doc is pretty open about me being with women, but men… not so much.” Carrie shrugged, carrying her wine into the living room.
Daphne trailed behind her. “What do you mean, he’s open?”
“We’ve always had this understanding, since college. Because, you know, I’m bi.” Carrie sat on the sofa, curling her feet under her, inwardly holdin
g her breath. Revealing the fact that she was bi was the first step—and might be the last.
“You are?” Daphne sank down beside her, all wide-eyes.
“Well… yeah.” Carrie glanced up, trying to gauge her reaction.
“Interesting.” The response wasn’t much of a clue.
So she just decided to ask her directly. “Does that freak you out?”
“No. I just didn’t know.” Daphne ran a wet finger around the rim of her glass. “I mean, it’s not often you find someone else who’s bi.”
“You?” Carrie hid her smile behind her glass. Doc had been right after all.
Daphne nodded.
“Doc thought you were.”
“Did he?” Her friend laughed. “But you didn’t guess?”
“I suspected…”
“So wait…” Daphne leaned in, curious. “Have you been with a woman since you’ve been married?”
“No.” Carrie shook her head. “But Doc thinks I should.”
Daphne’s eyes narrowed and she frowned. “Is he one of those guys who wants you to be bi so he can cheat?”
“No, it’s not like that,” Carrie protested. “He doesn’t care if he’s not involved. He’s fine with me being with a girl all on my own.”
“Really?” Her friend looked doubtful. “But he wouldn’t mind if he was a part of things, of course.”
“Well yeah.” Carrie grinned. “I can’t blame him.”
“But not guys?”
She pursed her lips, remembering their conversation about Wilson. “Actually, we were just talking about that.”
“And what did you two decide?”
Carrie shrugged. “He’s not as okay with that.”
“Go figure.” Daphne snorted, glancing at her. “Let me guess… the conversation was about Wilson?”
Carrie blinked and swallowed, not sure if she should tell her friend the truth—but they always told each other the truth, right? Even when it hurt.
“Well… that’s where it started, I guess.”
“I can’t blame you.” Daphne’s finger traced round and round the rim of her glass. “He is fine. Prime threesome material.”
