“Ahhh, shit! But I’m not… I can’t… Oh, my God… Oh, FUCK!” And she was off into another orgasm. Her juices squirted all over Dawn’s face. Dawn just clamped down on the right spot and started drinking.
“Nnnnnnn God fucking dammit shit, shit, shit!!!” Cyndi yelled, slamming her hands against the bed.
“I knew we could make her be noisy!” Jay said.
It took some time for Cyndi to calm down. When she did, she hugged each of us.
“Is there any chance we could do this again tomorrow?” she said.
“We could do it again tonight,” Dawn said. “You don’t have to go.”
“Yes, I do,” Cyndi said. “Richard is waiting for me. I’m going to go home and lovingly fuck his brains out while I tell him about what happened here.”
“Are you sure he’ll be okay with it?” I said.
“Are you kidding? You saved our lives. You killed a man who was raping me when Richard couldn’t do a thing to stop it. And I’ve already told you that we play around a little, only with each other’s permission. I wasn’t expecting the girl-on-girl action and I’ve never done that before, but I’m a believer now and hearing about it is going to make Richard cum pretty hard.” She bent down and sucked my limp cock into her mouth, sucking off our juices. I started hardening in response.
“The only thing he might not like hearing is that his cock can’t hold a candle to yours,” she said. “So I think I’ll leave that part out.”
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Laura and I were lying naked in the backyard, enjoying the summer sun and talking. My girls were in Sonoma, drinking wine and doing God knows what else. Cyndi and Richard were off on another getaway. I was enjoying being rich and jobless. Laura was now a permanent fixture in my house. She was almost as much my kid now as she was Cyndi’s and Richard’s.
“Why won’t you have sex with me?” Laura said.
“Because you’re sixteen,” I said.
“The age of consent is twelve in Mexico,” she said.
“We’re not in Mexico.”
“We could be, pretty quickly.”
“That’s not the point. Besides, you’re family now.”
“Dawn is family, too.”
I turned to her. “Can we talk about something else, kiddo?”
“Sure,” she said. “Can you rub some suntan lotion on my tits?”
“No, I can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s just a not-so-sneaky attempt to start up some sex.”
“Don’t you want me, Johnny?”
Fuck. “Yes, of course I do,” I said. “You’re young and gorgeous. But we can’t.”
“Someday?” she said.
“Maybe. Maybe in the next chapter. We’ll see,” I said.
I woke up in pain. I didn’t open my eyes or try to move, I just listened and felt. I was laying on my back on a mattress and pillow which were covered in fresh smelling linens. There were voices in the distance, and while I couldn’t tell what they were saying the tone of the conversations didn’t sound threatening. I figured nobody was going to come in shooting if I moved around a little. I opened my eyes and glanced around.
I was in a private room in a hospital. I had a tube in my arm from an IV bottle that was dripping something into my body and I was wired for pulse and oxygen level monitoring. I was nude but covered by a sheet. I lifted the sheet to check: no urinary catheter. I pulled the IV tube out and pressed down on the hole in my arm and pushed myself out of bed and walked to the bathroom to check myself out.
I had a bandage on my chest and another on my head. I pulled the first one off: gunshot wound. A small angry hole right next to another, older puckered little scar. I turned around and looked at my back: no exit wound, so they had dug it out. Hopefully. I moved my left arm around to see how bad it would be: it hurt, but it worked.
I pulled the bandage off my head. Something, probably another bullet, had grazed a glancing blow across the side of my forehead and left a bloody little trail a ways into my hairline. I supposed I was lucky. On the other hand most of the pain was in my head so I didn’t exactly feel super about it.
I put water on a washcloth and washed the little bit of blood away, then rinsed it again and ran it over my face to try and clear out some of the cobwebs. I used the toilet and then went to the room’s small closet and felt through pants pockets until I found a wallet, then took it to the bed and sat down and stared at it.
That’s how the nurse found me.
“What are you doing out of bed?” she said. She was young and pretty and dressed in scrubs and looked and sounded competent and confident. “If you need to use the bathroom you need to call me. Now lay back down and let me get that IV reinserted.”
“No.”
“You’re not going to give me any trouble, are you?”
“No, but I’m not going back to bed. I appreciate that you’re just doing your job, but I’m getting dressed and getting out of here.”
“You can’t leave,” she said. “Your doctor isn’t here to release you, but I can tell you that if she were here she’d say that you need at least another day of observation.”
“Then I’m leaving AMA,” I said. I stood up and walked to my closet.
“You’re not getting dressed.”
“I am unless you want me to walk out of here naked.”
She stared at me and fretted a bit, then said, “Okay. Just please wait here for a few minutes while I find one of the women who’s been sitting with you. I think she went down to the cafeteria. Please get back in bed and cover yourself up and I’ll bring her back here and maybe she can talk some sense into you, okay?”
I wanted to get out but I didn’t have any idea where to go, and maybe these women would, so I said “Okay,” and she helped me back into my bed and covered me with a sheet.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can,” she said, and left.
It didn’t take long. My nurse walked back in towing a gorgeous young girl. On its own, some part of my mind started observing and recording facts: about 5’4″, blond-haired, blue-eyed, expensive clothes and purse, designer shoes, no obvious weapons – although something could be in the purse. She ran to the bed.
“Johnny, you’re awake, thank God!” She took my hand and leaned down to kiss me. That autorecord part of my mind observed that her kiss was long and lingering – a lover’s kiss.
“Yes, I’m awake,” I said. “Are you going to help me get out of here?”
“Dawn and I were talking about that,” the nurse said. “She agrees that you should stay here at least until the doctor can look at you.”
“And when would that be?”
“Well… sometime tomorrow morning, I’m afraid.”
I pushed the sheet off of me and got out of bed again, headed for the closet.
“Nope,” I said. “I’m leaving. I’ll sign whatever you want me to sign, but I’ve got to get out of here right now.”
“Johnny, why do you have to leave?” Dawn said. “Where do you have to go?”
I looked at her. “Honestly, Sweetie, I have no fucking clue.”
She looked at me, then looked at the nurse. “I’m taking him home with me,” she said. “I’ll get him dressed and we’ll take care of your paperwork.” She looked at me again. “Johnny, are you okay with just coming home with me?”
“It depends,” I said. “Who are you?”