“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.”