Baumgartners Empty Nest (The Baumgartners) Page 3

  Slowly, Carrie removed the Scrunchie, shaking a waterfall of honey-colored hair out over her tanned shoulders. It wasn’t easy, maintaining a tan in Michigan, but she’d spent the summer golfing with Doc, playing tennis a few days a week, sailing on occasion, and as much time as she could in a bikini in their backyard, so her skin was a nice cafe au lait color. Still, she had tan lines. She’d work on getting rid of those when they went to Florida and she had the advantage of a private beach.

  “God, you’re beautiful.” Jody bit her lip, her gaze sweeping down to Carrie’s cleavage, held up nicely in a pink lace bra.

  “So are you.” Carrie reached behind her with one hand, working the hooks on her bra.

  “I want to kiss you.” Jody leaned forward, pursing her lips, blowing her a gentle kiss.

  “Is that all?” She smiled, sliding her bra off her shoulders. Jody made a little, appreciative noise in her throat.

  “No, that’s just for a start,” Jody assured her, one of her hands moving to her own breast, kneading her flesh—but her eyes were on the heavy sway of Carrie’s as she flung her bra aside. “I think I could kiss you for hours.”

  “Are you home alone?”

  “Jackie’s out of town.” Jody’s nose wrinkled, a dark look appearing, just fleetingly, like a cloud passing over the sun. “He’s in New York.”

  “And you didn’t want to go shopping?” Carrie raised her eyebrows in surprise.

  “I wanted time alone with you more.” Jody’s fingernails, painted a pretty burgundy color, tracing lightly over her skin. “Are you wearing panties?”

  “Not for long.” Carrie grinned, hooking her thumbs in her panties and wiggling them down her thighs. “You?”

  “Please, I don’t get near a bed unless I’m undressed.” Jody snorted, sliding the blankets down further, revealing the sweet, taut brown expanse of her belly.

  Jody had a navel piercing that Carrie found herself fascinated with. She’d never been brave enough to pierce more than her ears, and a tattoo—Jody had a few of those too—was out of the question. Carrie just wasn’t into pain, if she could avoid it, no matter how many people said that pain was part of the tattoo process. You were supposed to wear it like a badge of honor or something. Besides, Doc had said so many times, how perfect her skin was, how much he loved it, and he didn’t want her spoiling it with a tattoo.

  “You got me so hot,” Carrie confessed, cupping her mound—her pussy was on fire—and biting her lip. “Sexting me all those naughty texts. And the picture you sent! My God, you almost made me come right in front of my clients!”

  “Who, little ol’ me?” Jody chuckled, flipping her long, dark hair over her shoulder. “I can’t help myself around you, babygirl. You’re as hot as a two-dollar pistol.”

  “Who, little ol’ me?” Carrie teased, mimicking Jody’s southern accent.

  “Play with your nipples.” Jody was already cupping and kneading her own breasts without prompting. “Make them hard for me.”

  Carrie arched her back so Jody could see better, seeing herself on the screen, her image reflected, eyes half-closed as she rolled her nipples between thumb and forefinger. They were brown and fat, and they grew fatter as she played with them. The sensation ran like a current through her body, as if every nerve ending she had began and ended between her legs.

  “Feel good, babygirl?” Jody leaned in for a closer look, licking her full, luscious lips. Carrie could imagine kissing her, how soft her mouth would be, the velvet press of her tongue.

  “So good,” she whispered, her pussy fluttering in response to the attention she was giving to her breasts.

  “Suck one for me,” Jody urged.

  Carrie slid her pink tongue out toward her nipple, lifting her breast so she could reach. Jody let out a little sigh when Carrie wrapped her mouth around her own nipple, sucking it gently. She closed her eyes for a moment, imagining Jody there with her, that it was Jody licking and sucking her fat, sensitive nipple. For a moment she actually felt the silk of the other woman’s dark hair brushing her shoulder and breast, although she knew, in reality, it was only her own.

  “That make you wet, babygirl?” Jody’s voice brought Carrie back and she opened her eyes, seeing Jody’s tits pressed together in her hands, her nipples puckered with excitement.

  “Oh God, I’ve been wet all day, thinking about you,” Carrie confessed.

  “Good.” Jody gave a little smile, her eyes flashing with satisfaction. “You have a toy handy?”

  “Always.” Carrie reached over to open her night table drawer. That was another thing they didn’t have to hide anymore. The sex toys could be left out any time—except on the days they had the cleaning service, in of course. Although one of the girls who came on occasion had caught Doc’s eye and he’d suggested, maybe leaving them out would give her ideas. Carrie had just laughed, because by then, she’d been in so deep with Jody, the thought of another women, even if it was a flesh and blood one, was anathema to her. No one else turned her on like Jody did.

  “Oh, the realistic one,” Jody’s eyes lit up as Carrie brought the thick, veined cock to her lips, pressing the head into her mouth and sucking gently. “Is Doc’s that big?”

  Carrie raised her eyebrows in surprise. Jody didn’t usually ask about Doc, at least, in relation to their sex life. She cocked her head, assessing.

  “Actually, Doc’s a little bigger,” Carrie told her. “Although not quite as thick.”

  “Damn.” Jody’s finely plucked brows went up in appreciation. “Lucky girl.”

  “I am,” Carrie smiled happily, turning the vibrator on and wrapping her hand around the base. It wasn’t just the cock, but the balls, too, quite realistic. She’d bought it because it kind of reminded her of her husband’s cock, from the cut head all the way down to the heavy, hanging sack below.

  “God, I want to fuck you.” Jody gave a little sigh and Carrie saw her arm moving and knew she had a hand between her own legs, touching herself.

  “With this?” Carrie cocked the vibrating dick toward the laptop’s webcam, smirking,

  “No, babygirl.” Jody rolled back slightly, lifting her hips to reveal a cock just as big and beautiful as the one Carrie held in her hand. “With this.”

  “God, I want that too.” Carrie licked her lips, watching Jody’s hand shuttle up and down the hard cock between her smooth, tawny thighs. “I want you inside me. I’m so wet for you.”

  “Pretend it’s me then.” Jody glanced at the vibrating cock in Carrie’s hand. “Slide it in and pretend it’s me.”

  “But I want to suck you first.” Carrie’s mouth circled the head of the cut cock, running her tongue around the ridge, hearing Jody give a soft, feminine sigh.

  It had amazed her from the very first, how much Jody was all-woman—except for the hard cock between her legs, anyway. She’d known Jody as a man. Well, a boy, really. They’d been housed in foster care together for two years. When Jody connected with her on Facebook for the first time, she couldn’t quite believe the transformation.

  “You like to suck cock, babygirl?” Jody smiled, a knowing look in her eyes.

  “Oh fuck, yes,” Carrie moaned, taking more of the fake cock between her lips, sliding it all the way in. What she wouldn’t give to have Jody’s cock between her lips instead.

  She didn’t even know what to do with that feeling, but there it was. Carrie had no idea what Doc would say, if he knew. And she’d never felt this way about another man. But Jody wasn’t another man. It was all too confusing to contemplate, honestly. She could only go by how she felt, and she’d never felt like this before.

  “Show me your pussy.” Jody leaned up on her elbow, little silver bracelets on her wrist tinkling as they fell down her slender arm. She had her cock in her hand, squeezing the head so it was almost purple. “Show me that pretty, shaved pussy, babygirl.”

  Carrie maneuvered around on the bed, propping pillows behind her so she could still see the screen as she leaned back and spread her leg
s for the camera. She was completely bare down there, waxed smooth. Her pussy lips parted without prompting, revealing a swath of pink that made Jody gasp and lick her lips.

  “Fuck, I want to taste you,” Jody said, her hand moving a little faster up and down her cock. That was shaved smooth too. She had no hair anywhere on her trim, taut, lithe body and the hair on her head was long, dark, and thick. She was one of the prettiest women Carrie had ever known, especially those dark, lust-filled eyes.

  “I taste good.” Carrie dipped her fingers in, swirling them around for a minute before lifting them to her mouth and sucking gently.

  “I bet you do.” Jody gave a sigh so filled with longing that it made Carrie’s whole body quiver. “Rub your little clit for me. Imagine it’s my tongue.”

  Carrie did, nudging her clit with her red fingernail at first, shivering at the sensation. Then she scooped her wetness up with her fingers and spread it over her aching clit, moaning as she rubbed herself. She could picture Jody’s mouth right there, her tongue flickering back and forth, her dark eyes on Carrie’s face, watching her reaction.

  “That’s a good girl,” Jody praised, her own breath coming faster. Carrie opened her eyes to see the other woman circling one of her puffy nipples with a fingernail, the hand between her legs moving slowly up and down, up and down. “Now I want to be inside you.”

  Carrie moaned at those words, reaching for the still vibrating cock on the pillow beside her. She positioned it between her legs, watching on the laptop screen as it slid into her pussy. Fuck, it was big! She moaned and squirmed, pressing it in a little further. Jody’s hand moved faster on her own cock. She stopped to palm the head as Carrie felt the vibrating cock bottom out, the balls snugged up against her clenched ass.

  “All filled up, babygirl?” Jody whispered, watching through half-closed eyes.

  “Yes,” Carrie whispered back, nodding. “I just wish it was you.”

  “Believe me, so do I.” Jody leaned to the side, out of camera view for a moment, and Carrie got a good look and her smooth belly, the piercing—a silver dreamcatcher—dangling. She was all soft curves, her hips rounded, her breasts, too. Then she was back in the frame again, leaning back, something in her hand.

  “What’s that?” Carrie cocked her head, bemused.

  “I ordered this last week.” Jody gave a little giggle, a mischievous look in her eyes. “Finally showed up today. It’s a fake pussy.”

  “A... fake pussy?” Carrie looked at it in wonder. “Wait... how does that work?”

  “If Jackie knew I had it, he’d blow a gasket.” Jody glanced back, as if the man she lived with might come in at any moment, even though she’d said he was doing business hundreds of miles away in New York. “But I wanted to know what it would feel like, to slide into your pussy when you did that. As close as I can get, at the moment, anyway...”

  “Ohhhh,” Carrie breathed, watching, fascinated, as Jody brought the flesh-colored plastic sleeve closer to the webcam. It was anatomically correct and everything, It even had a clit!

  “I was licking the hell out of it earlier,” Jody confessed, lifting the silicone pussy to her lips and flicking her tongue over the clit. Carrie moaned. She could almost feel it. Then Jody’s tongue slipped into the hole, fluttering back and forth. Carrie’s pussy clamped down in response around the cock buried inside her. “Pretending it was your sweet little pussy coming all over my face.”

  “Oh God.” Carrie couldn’t help rocking her hips, starting to fuck the cock vibrating in her pussy. “I wish.”

  “I’ll just lube it up.” Jody squirted clear liquid onto the pussy, working it into the hole with her fingers. “Cuz I know you’re nice and wet for me, aren’t you, babygirl?”

  “So fucking wet.” Carrie swallowed hard, moving the cock a little faster between her legs. “Oh I want to feel you. I want to feel you inside me. On top of me. I want your tits in my mouth when you make me come.”

  Jody gave a little, high squeak as she eased the fake pussy over the head of her cock. Carrie watched, awed, as it disappeared into the fake, wet pussy, and couldn’t help wishing it was her pussy Jody was sinking into.

  “Jesus Christ.” Jody’s eyes closed in pleasure and she gave a little, hitching gasp.

  “Good?” Carrie asked.

  “I waited to try it,” Jody told her, eyes fluttering open, her lips parted slightly, wet from licking them. “I wanted you to be with me. Oh, holy hell, babygirl, your pussy feels so good.”

  Carrie gave a little cry, starting to fuck herself. She couldn’t help it. She didn’t just want it. She needed it.

  “That’s it,” Carrie urged, watching Jody’s hips buck up, the dreamcatcher in her navel bouncing and flashing as she moved faster. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

  “Oh fuck, babygirl!” Jody’s head went back, her hair spilling over her rounded, tanned shoulders, her breasts bouncing. “Sooo tight! So fucking good!”

  “Yes! Yes!” Carrie spread her legs wider, giving Jody a full view of her open pussy and the huge cock now plunging in and out of it. “Oh yes, fuck me! Harder!”

  “I can’t hold back,” Jody gasped, her hips bucking uncontrollably. “Oh fuck, your pussy is so good, babygirl! Ahhhhh God!”

  “Yes, yes!” Carrie moaned and thrust. She was already there, her pussy starting to spasm with her climax. But when Jody yanked her cock out of the Fleshlight and she saw the first, thick stream of cum erupt from the throbbing head of her cock, Carrie gave in completely. “Oh I’m going to come all over you! Oh Jody, God, fuckkk!”

  Carrie arched and slammed the vibrator balls-deep, watching the woman on the laptop screen jerk her cock as she came, hot, white splashes of cum splashing over her bouncing tits, leaving wet spots that dripping from her puffy, dark nipples down onto her quivering belly.

  Carrie’s pussy clenched and released, squeezing the cock buried deep in her flesh, and she moaned and thrashed on the bed with her climax. Her whole body was electrified, and she’d waited so long to come—almost all day—that her orgasm made her ears ring and her red painted toes curl against the mattress.

  “Oh babygirl,” Jody panted, crawling toward the webcam, her breasts swaying, wet cock beginning to wane. “You are so fucking hot, I can’t stand it. I want you so much I can’t breathe.”

  “I know.” Carrie cried out as she pulled the humming cock from her pussy, turning it off and tossing it aside as she wiggled around so she could see herself on the split screen, her face flushed, hair mussed. Her fingers reached out and touched the laptop screen, as if she could reach right through.

  “What are we going to do?” Jody sighed, running a hand through her dark hair.

  “I don’t know.” Carrie swallowed, meeting her eyes. They were hundreds of miles away from each other, but she’d never felt closer to someone before. “I... haven’t told Doc.”

  “And I can’t tell Jackie.” Jody made a face, wrinkling her cute little nose at the thought. “Things are... not great... I can’t...”

  “I know.” Carrie sighed. They’d had this conversation before. “Doc keeps saying we should have you up here for a visit. And oh, my God, I want that so much...”

  “I know.” Jody nodded miserably.

  “But Doc doesn’t know... and I...” Carrie shrugged helplessly. “I don’t know how to tell him.”

  “You don’t have to.” Jody reached toward her screen too, as if she could touch Carrie’s cheek, and she could have sworn, she almost felt it. “No pressure, remember? This is good. This is so good. I love it. I love... you.”

  It was the first time she’d said those words and Carrie’s heart cracked open when she heard them. Tears stung her eyes.

  “I love you, too,” she whispered, swallowing past the lump in her throat. “There has to be a way...”

  “Shhh.” Jodie pressed her fingers to the screen, as if she were touching Carrie’s trembling lips. “It’s okay. We’re okay.”

  Carrie heard something, a slight creak, and her head
came up sharply. The bedroom door was open. Doc went in late on Thursdays and worked evening office hours until seven. It was only five o’clock.

  “What’s the matter, babygirl?” Jody cocked her head, frowning.

  “I thought I heard something...” Her eyes widened when she heard it again. Definitely the creak on the stairs. Someone was here.

  “Doc?” she called, grabbing a handful of blankets and pulling them over herself. “Is that you?”

  “In the flesh, baby,” he called down the hall. “You left me so hard this morning when you left, I can’t stop thinking about your—”

  He stopped in the doorway and stared. She’d told Doc about Jody. He knew they’d been together, lots of times, via text, phone, Skype. But while he’d asked, a few times, about joining in one of their cyber sessions, Carrie had put him off. He’d never seen Jody, except for her picture on Facebook.

  Now here she was, completely naked, a giant, realistic dildo on the bed, and Jody was still topless, resting her cheek on her arm. Thank goodness, you could only see her from the waist up. But Doc, from the doorway, could see everything.

  “Well...” A slow smile spread across his face. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

  “You must be Doc.” Jody went up to her elbow and gave him a waggling wave with her long fingers. She didn’t move to cover herself though, and Carrie knew Doc was looking. And he was getting an eyeful. “Nice to meet you.”

  “Likewise.” He gave her a nod and Carrie saw that light in his eyes, one she knew well. He liked her. If he only knew...

  Well, what if he did know? What if she told him? The way things were going, she was going to have to tell him. Somehow...

  “Jody, I should go.” Carrie reached for the laptop as Doc came fully into the room.

  “I can leave.” Doc held up his hands. “If you two weren’t finished... or...”

  He gave a little shrug of his shoulders, glancing at the screen again. Jody smiled and stretched, long and languid, like a cat.