Baumgartners Empty Nest (The Baumgartners) (3 page)

“Is it?” The tone of Doc’s voice was truly questioning.

“Isn’t it?” She frowned, snuggling back against him. Doc had been working with Brady since the beginning, and he’d always known, when Brady retired, he would be offered the other half of the practice. “Isn’t it what you want?”

“I don’t know.” He sighed into her hair, pressing a hand to her belly and pulling her closer against him.

“Looks like I’m not the only one thinking about endings and beginnings,” she said softly.

“Maybe not.” He was quiet for a moment. “He also wants to sell his half of the Florida time share.”

“Really?” That surprised her. “I always thought he’d buy us out and move down there when he retired.”

“He wants to travel,” Doc said. “Europe. Asia. Australia.”

“Good for him.” She smiled, then she remembered Doc’s hesitation. “You really don’t know if you want the practice?”

“A sole practice isn’t easy,” he reminded her. “I’d likely have to find a partner or two. And while there are plenty of doctors I’m willing to play golf with, there are few, aside from Brady, I’m keen on working with.”

“We’ll work it out,” she said reassuringly, rubbing his hand that covered her bare belly. “We always do.”

“You’re right.” He kissed her temple and laid his head down beside her, sharing her pillow. “Goodnight.”

He drifted off, but Carrie stayed awake a while longer, watching the clock change digits. Her thoughts drifted from the wedding of her youngest child, to the sweet text Jody had sent her just before bed to say goodnight, to her husband, sleeping with his arms around her, and the decision he now had to make.

Somehow, Carrie sensed something bigger in all of it. Maybe they were just at a crossroads, she thought, closing her eyes, enjoying the feeling of Doc’s chest rising and falling against her back.

That was the thing about stepping onto a new ship and setting sail. You just didn’t know exactly where you were headed.

“Hey babygirl.” Jody’s voice was thick from sleep, her lilting Georgia accent more pronounced as she yawned and stretched, her lovely, tawny limbs appearing from under a cloud of white bedding. “You woke me from a nap.” 

“Perfect, because I want you in bed.” Carrie adjusted her laptop screen on the night table. The split-screen on Skype showed her own image, smiling, thick, blonde hair still pulled back from work, but she’d stripped down to just a bra and panties before climbing into bed with her laptop. 

“Oooo are we gonna give the NSA a good show?” Jody perked up, rolling to her side and adjusting her own screen. 

“I told you I was coming home early just for you.” Carrie purred, snuggling up on her pillow.

They’d been texting back and forth for hours while Carrie attempted to get some paperwork done at the office, teasing each other mercilessly, until Carrie had a house showing at three. She couldn’t get that young couple through the two-story Cape Cod fast enough, but they’d wanted to linger and talk about making an offer. Damned clients, interfering with her sex life. Jody had texted her a few times during the showing—more teasing that left Carrie’s panties damp with anticipation. Then Jody had sent her a Snapchat picture, naked from the waist up, waiting in bed for Carrie to come home and Skype with her.

They didn’t Skype every day, but they did “talk,” whether it was via text or phone or Skype. Jody always texted her first thing in the morning, and last thing before she went to bed. Carrie wasn’t sure when things had gone from reconnecting on Facebook with a friend from her past to this completely out-of-control, head-over-heels, all-consuming need to be with each other. It had happened fast, though, and Carrie had fallen hard. She just wished Jody didn’t live so far away. Although, she had to admit, part of her was glad for the distance.

The way things had progressed, how fast it all happened, she couldn’t imagine what it would be like if they had daily access to each other. Doc had never once told her “no” when Carrie wanted to be with another woman—it had always been part of their relationship—but she knew that look in his eyes. He was worried. Not a lot, but a little. He knew things were different with this one, he just didn’t know how.

And Carrie had no idea how to even begin telling him the truth.

“Take your hair out.” Jody leaned up on her elbow, the blanket falling away, revealing her topless form. Carrie looked at them, so perfectly round, her nipples dime-sized, dark, the areolas puffy and so suckable they made her mouth water.

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 legs 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!