“Noh, tha wa-shh ver ghud,” said Patrick. With a glint in his eye, he brought his hand up to Ginny’s ribs and started tickling her just at the base of the short ribs.
“No! Patttttrick, no!” she gasped. “Nnnot there,”
“Yesh,” he said. He kept tickling her there until her foot started to shake. Held together by the knot, she couldn’t get away. Just as she began to kick, he stopped and moved his fingers to her clit. Patrick started to stroke her clit almost as fast as he’d tickled her ribs. The result was amazing.
“Oh! Oh, stttop,” said Ginny as her body switched sensations from tickle to orgasm.
Patrick grinned and his fangs showed. Just before she came, he switched back to her ribs, and repeated this until Ginny’s body couldn’t process the signals. She started to orgasm as he played with her clit, and when he switched to her ribs, her body carried right on until she shuddered with pleasure. Her muscles clamped tighter around the knot sharing her pleasure with Patrick.
“You… you bastard,” she gasped.
“Myh pharrunts marrheed evehn-chulee,” he said.
“Oh,” Ginny started only to be stopped as Patrick repeated his little trick of tickling her ribs and then stroking her clit. He was enjoying mixing her body up on sensations. He enjoyed the way she shared her orgasms.
“Ohhhhh,” Ginny moaned as he started up a third time. By this point, it only took one or two switches for her body to hit overload. Patrick took advantage of this and when his fingers switched from ribs to clit, he sucked her nipple into his mouth and nipped it gently.
“Ah!” Ginny squeaked as she orgasmed hard enough to soak Patrick’s hand and the bedding under her ass. She went limp in his arms as she passed out.
Patrick smiled and pulled her tight against him. With all the extra orgasms, it would be hours before his knot subsided. He smiled. He felt good. Good to be inside Ginny. Good to be home. As he fell asleep, he could hear the giggles and squeaks that could only be George and Angie having the same kind of fun down the hall.
***
Ginny, Angie and Meg had decided to take a late lunch and go shopping. Jeff had finally cleared Ginny to walk without crutches as long as she took it easy. It had been a long two weeks. They stopped at the Burger Joint first where they enjoyed organic lamb and beef burgers with home made fries.
“I never would have known this place existed if it hadn’t been for you,” said Angie.
Ginny nodded. “Goo tuff,” she said around a mouthful.
Meg giggled. She just kept eating.
“I figured we’d go to the 5th Street Mall across town and see what clothes we can find for Meg,” said Angie. “The stuff we got last week isn’t going to last much longer from the looks of it.”
“No, and I’m four months along and look like six,” said Meg.
“I’m just glad Jeff and Patrick decided I wasn’t confined to the house. I’ve been bored stiff,” said Ginny.
“I bet. Still can’t believe that you fell like that,” said Meg.
“I can’t believe that George went through the floor and speared himself on a nail,” said Ginny.
It was Angie’s turn to nod as she chewed. She swallowed. “Then there he was naked and gorgeous, and I was scared to death to touch him for fear of hurting him,” Angie said. “I know that it’s stupid thinking I could hurt him, but…”
“No, not stupid at all. It’s the little things that we don’t think about that kill us. Nails, mud and broken hearts,” said Ginny.
Meg nodded. “You forgot worry, complacency, stress, and lack of sex,” she finished.
“Oh yeah! Sex. Damn! I’m not sure which was worse. No sex because of my ankle and my nose or no sex because Buster was on the end of our bed,” said Ginny. “I thought Patrick was going to explode.”
“He told Luc the same thing. Only that it was you who was going to explode,” said Meg. I can’t eat another bite. Are you ready to go shopping?”
The other two finished up their food and the three of them headed to the 5th Street Mall.
*
“I couldn’t,” said Angie turning a bright red at Ginny’s suggestion that she buy a very sex dress and undies to go with it.
“Why not? George would love it. Then you could tell him what you’ve decided about the house,” said Ginny.
“Ummm, I don’t know if I should mix up sex with business,” said Angie.
“Always the pragmatic one eh?” said Meg. “I think you should mix the two. What better way for him to know you’re alright with all of this?”
“Well,…” she started looking back at the dress. It was drop dead gorgeous and on sale. In all honesty, she’d probably never get out of the house or the bedroom wearing it. It did do a nice job of accentuating all the right curves.
“Red or emerald,” Meg asked Angie.
“You aren’t helping!” Angie squeaked.
“Yeah right. Listen to you who talked me into not three but eight outfits,” Meg rebuffed. “The least you can do is buy a dress and some undies that will make George drool.”
“Oh hell, if all you wanted to do is make him drool, just walk around naked. No, you want him to fall down because his hard-on outweighs his ass,” teased Ginny.
“Fine! Fuck me Red it is then,” said Angie. She was still blushing when they got to the lingerie department. She’d already cleaned out most of what Sara called ‘granny panties’, but it was still difficult to buy the silky and lacy bits people said were undies. Ten minutes later she had two bra and pantie sets and four pairs that sort of match the bras. One set was emerald green to be the tease under the dress.
Ginny had bought new undies and bras as well. They figured that if one of the guys was going to have a melt down, all three deserved to be brainless. Her stuff was a bit tamer except one set in bright green. She was looking forward to seeing Patrick drool.
They took their purchases to the check out and then headed to one more shop in the mall. The baby store.
*