Selena Kitt - A Baumgartner Christmas

Wilson laughed. “Well it’s still better than being named after a dead philosopher.”

“Socrates?” Daphne guessed.

“Nope.”

“Plato?”

Wilson shook his head. “Aristotle.”

Daphne’s eyes went wide. “My apologies.”

“That’s why they call me Wilson.” He took a sip of his Coke, smiling around the straw.

“So I hear you’re the designated driver?” Daphne asked.

“I don’t drink,” he told her. “It’s more fun to watch other people get drunk.”

Daphne lifted her rum and Coke to him. “Well then you’re in for a treat tonight.”

“Cheers.” Wilson laughed and they clinked glasses and Carrie watched them, feeling a lump growing in her throat and a tight ball of fire in her belly. She knew the feeling immediately, although it surprised her beyond words. She was actually jealous.

“Dance with me.” Doc pulled her into his arms on the floor, leaving Wilson and Daphne alone at the table. It was a slow song and they swayed together, quiet. Finally, Doc leaned over and whispered, “You can have her.”

Carrie startled, raising her gaze to his. “What are you talking about?”

“Green isn’t your color.” He pulled her closer, nuzzling his face against her hair. “Don’t tell me you’re not. I know that look. You’re jealous.”

“I am-” Not, she thought, but she couldn’t say it, because she knew he was right. “Does it really matter?”

“Of course it does.” Doc tilted her chin up and their movement slowed to practically nothing. He looked at and talked to her like they were alone, as if they were the only ones out there on the dance floor. “I see the way you look at her. You think I’m bored with you, that I’m pushing my own agenda, but I’m not. It’s you, Carrie. You want something else. Something that includes more than just me.”

“I don’t-” She shook her head, confused, resting her cheek against his chest, feeling the steady beat of her husband’s heart. Was he right? Things had been difficult between them at times lately, far more tense than ever. She’d been short and angry, more of the “nagging wife” she swore she’d never be. She’d even asked him on occasion-what was wrong with her? Doc just kissed her and held her and told her he loved her.

But things had started falling apart like this right about the time she’d met Daphne. That couldn’t just be a coincidence-could it?

“Trust me.” His lips pressed against her ear. “I know you better than you know yourself.”

And she knew that was true.

“I love you.” She closed her eyes and let that dizzy feeling take her as they danced, spinning on the floor, letting him lead, always.

Carrie spent the rest of the night watching her friend fall for Wilson, trying to drown her jealousy with Fuzzy Navels. When that didn’t work, she switched to Seven and Sevens, and by the time they made the announcement for last call, she was doing shots of Cuervo Gold.

Doc practically carried her to the car and she rode the whole way home, listening to Wilson and Daphne laughing and talking about The Violent Femmes in the front seat like teenagers, comparing music collections and remembering first concerts.

“You sure you remember where you live?” Carrie asked, leaning forward to ask Daphne, who ws giggling in the front seat as they neared Carrie and Doc’s apartment.

Her friend laughed. “Well if I can’t, maybe Wilson has room for me at his place?”

“Sure.” Wilson smiled, easing his Camaro up to the curb outside their apartment. Carrie felt Doc’s arm tighten around her waist.

“Goodnight you guys.” Carrie pushed the door open and got out, Doc following close behind.

“Talk to you tomorrow!” Daphne waggled her fingers at her through the window and then Wilson was pulling away, leaving them alone.

Carrie swallowed the bitterness in her throat. “Think Wilson is gonna find out if she’s wearing her red panties?”

Doc unlocked the front door. “Lucky bastard.”

“Hey, I’m not wearing any panties at all,” she announced, peeling off her coat and letting it drop to the floor.

“Brat.” He grinned as she pressed herself up against him as the door closed, sliding his coat off too.

“You could see right through her top,” she whispered, nuzzling his neck, feeling his cock pressed against her hip, already hard.

“I noticed.”

She smiled, sliding her hand down to rub him through his trousers.“I noticed you noticing.”

“How come we never do stuff like that anymore?” His hand was wandering too, checking to see if she’d been fibbing about her pantiless condition and finding that she’d been telling the truth.

“Mmmmm.” She rocked as he cupped her smooth, shaved mound. “Like what?”

His fingers teased her clit. “Like we did in college.”

“You want to do that again?” She got down on her knees, unzipping his slacks and pulling him out. “You’d like to see both of us down here on our knees sucking your cock, wouldn’t you, baby?”

He groaned.

“Two pussies to fuck,” she whispered, licking around the head, slapping him lightly against her cheeks. “Two mouths to suck on you.” She sucked him gently, pretending she was fighting over his cock with some girl. Not just some girl, but Daphne. God, that thought made her so wet. She glanced up at him, seeing the light in his eyes. “Two hot little assholes to fuck.”

He threw his head back, moaning. “I bet she’s never had a cock in her ass.”

“And I bet she’s a redhead all over,” she added, standing up to kiss him, tugging his dick in her hand.

“You want to lick that little pink pussy, don’t you, baby?” His tongue twined with hers, his hips moving in rhythm. “She’d taste so good in your mouth while I fucked you from behind.”

“Oh Doc…” Her ass clenched, imagining it, seeing Daphne’s face buried between her legs, getting fucked good and hard from behind, her soft moans and each thrust driving her forward into Carrie’s wet flesh. “Oh my god…

“Tell me.” His fingers found her again under her skirt, slipping into her wetness. “Tell me you want that little pussy all over your face.”

“I do,” she admitted, her whole body energized with the thought. “Oh god, I haven’t tasted a pussy in so long.”

“Here.” He lifted his fingers to her mouth, making her take them, suck them. “Lick it off. Taste your pussy.”

She grabbed his hand, using her tongue to get every last drop, dipping between each finger. It left a thick coating in her throat that just made her want even more. She found herself wishing they’d invited Daphne to spend the night. What would they have done with her, she wondered? What wouldn’t they have done? But would Daphne have been open to it?

“Think she’d let me lick her little pussy?” she wondered out loud.

He pressed her toward the bedroom, turning on the light, never taking his fingers out of her wet pussy. “Are you kidding me? Have you seen the way she looks at you?”

“No…” She let him push her back onto the bed, shoving her dress up over her hips, his fingers pistoning in and out of her, the hot squelch of her pussy filling the room. “How does she look at me?”

“Like she wants to eat you up.” He knelt at the side of the bed, spreading her legs and rubbing his cheek over her soft, swollen pussy lips. “Like she worships you. Like she’s starving for you.”

“Really?” She thrilled at the thought, wondering if it was true. Did Daphne want her-as much as she wanted Daphne? Because she did, in her secret heart-she knew there was nothing she wanted more than to be with her best friend. She’d probably wanted her from the beginning, but hadn’t been willing to admit it.