She had refused and was apparently immune to Doc’s magical pre-party margarita mixing, which helped convince me it really wasn’t
And I’d done that before without panties.
Doc drove and I sat in the back, worrying the whole way that I wasn’t going to know anyone. But it would be a good excuse to sit in the corner all night, I reasoned.
There was no way I was going to get up and dance in this getup. Carrie kept teasing me that I could meet some cute, eligible doctor-and it occurred to me that perhaps her costume choice hadn’t been just a last-minute idea.
“I’ll let you off at the door.” Doc pulled up and whistled when I got out of the car and the wind blew my robe open, making me shiver. “That’s quite a view, Ms. Stuart!”
I flushed, pushing Carrie ahead of me. “I swear, I’m going to kill you.”
“I wish everyone I treated looked as good in that outfit!” he called before Carrie shut the door.
“I’ll stay behind you until we get in.” She giggled and let me go forward.
The party was at a hall and it was in full-swing by the time we got there. There were latex gloves all over, blown up as balloons. They even stuffed them with ice and put them in buckets to keep the wine cold.
“What’s your poison?” the bartender asked as I backed my way carefully onto a stool, making sure my “flaps” in the back were closed. I looked up at the bar and saw a painted sign, “Name Your Poison,” on the wall.
“Fuzzy navel,” I replied, watching Carrie greet Doc at the door. He made a dashing, rakish Hawkeye and he slipped an arm around her as they made their way toward me.
I laughed when the bartender poured liquor out of test tubes. They’d really gone all-out. Doc ordered a drink but left it at the bar when Carrie grabbed his arm, saying, “I love this song!” over the din and dragging him onto the dance floor.
“Nice costume.” A guy wearing scrubs sat next to me as the bartender served me up another fuzzy navel. I figured I needed the liquid courage. He was kind of cute in a nerdy doctor sort of way. “I love the slippers.”
I smiled down at the bunnies. “Thanks. Harvey and Bugs. They’re out on a day pass.”
“So you’re dressed up as a mental patient then?” He admired the rabbits when I waggled them, but I think he was really more interested in looking at my legs. When I raised an eyebrow at him, he replied, “Because with that body, there can’t be possibly be anything physically wrong with you.”
I laughed. “How many women wearing hospital gowns have you tried that line out on tonight?”
I was actually not the only one wearing a hospital gown, I’d noticed, which was both a relief and kind of a letdown. It was always fun to be original, but on the other hand, it was less embarrassing when it was the standard uniform. Of course, I wondered how many of those were going around Commando.
“I’m Ben. Want to dance?” he offered. I hesitated, glancing out at Doc and Carrie.
She had her arms around his neck and they were slow-dancing now. Seeing them together made my chest hurt.
“I’m Danielle.” I introduced myself and then said, “Okay,” when he held out a hand. I let him lead me, but when we got out there, I was careful not to put my arms too far around his neck. I was all too aware of how high the hospital gown rode up when I did that. The dance floor was dark except for the disco-ball overhead and the song was something slow and Top-Forty that I didn’t recognize.
I was already buzzed and I let him slide his hands down past my waist, putting my head on his shoulder and breathing in the scent of him-alcohol and cologne. It had been a very long time since I’d been in another man’s arms besides Mason’s. It made me heady.
“What are you wearing under this?” he whispered into my ear.
“Nothing.” I smiled, my eyes still closed.
I heard his breath catch. “That’s what I thought.”
“Can I cut in?” I looked up to see Doc tapping Ben’s shoulder. Ben didn’t look too happy about it but he yielded, stepping out of the way and accepting Carrie’s arms around his neck.
“I see you met Ben.” Doc slipped his arms around my waist. I felt him pulling the flaps closed tighter. “Not that I’m surprised. He’s quite the ladies’ man.”
“I’m sure he thinks he’s charming,” I murmured, resting my head against his chest. Doc’s scent was very different, earthy. Much more masculine.
“I have no doubt,” he agreed, glancing over at his wife who was laughing at something Ben had said. “So why were you dancing with him.”
“Jealous?” I blinked, looking up at him with a half-smile.
His eyes darkened and his nostrils flared “I guess I’m protective of what’s mine.”
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“Yes you do.” His arms tightened and I actually gasped for breath. The way he looked at me my insides go all soft.
“Are you staking a claim?” I inquired, still breathless.
His lips moved against my ear. “Do you want me to?”
“Right here? Right now?” I teased. His hands were still moving, lower now, caressing the rounded curve of my behind.
“Anywhere.” His breath was hot as he crushed me to him, letting me feel how hard he was. It made my knees weak. “Any time.”
I pulled away, dizzy. “I just felt like dancing.”
His hand moved up against my lower back, his smile slow. “Next time, come get me. I’ll dance with you.”
“Okay,” I agreed. We traded off all night-me, Carrie and Doc-dancing in every combination possible. I forgot about my costume and its limitations, although I’m sure I flashed more than one person that night. Ben took the hint and let the three of us do our thing, watching from afar. I saw him leave with a redhead who filled out her sexy nurse uniform quite nicely, but I was pressed against Carrie on the dance floor at the time and didn’t look back.
“Let’s go home,” Doc murmured on the other side of his wife as he watched us rubbing against each other. He’d apparently done enough elbow-rubbing and chatting about golf-he didn’t play, he said, but he knew the lingo- and I saw the look in his eyes. I’d glimpsed it often enough before he took Carrie into their bedroom.
“Up front.” Carrie directed me when we piled in the car. Doc was driving, Carrie in the middle. The Cadillac- another one of Doc’s “indulgences”-had a bench seat and we all fit without a problem. Doc put the heat on. I was shivering, although I wasn’t entirely sure it was from the cold.
When Carrie slid her hand under my gown I didn’t protest. I did glance over at Doc to see if he was watching though, and he was. Instead of shying away, I spread my thighs wider for her probing fingers, moaning softly when she found my clit.
“Good girl,” Carrie whispered, leaning over to kiss my throat, her lips warm and soft. She strummed me with her thumb and slipped her fingers down my wet slit, seeking entrance.
“Oh god.” I whispered the words into her hair as she began to finger me, glancing over at Doc, flushed with embarrassment. Thank goodness it was dark outside. It was bad enough, being half naked in front of him and his friends all night, but watching him look at me with his wife’s eager fingers fucking my wet cunt was too much. “Please, Carrie, wait…”
“Nuh-uh!” She was up on her knees, undoing her pants and sliding them down. I stared as she got them off, her panties, too, grabbing my hand and pressing it between her thighs. She was soaked-almost as wet as I was-but I tried not to give in.
“When we get home,” I pleaded, looking over at Doc again. I saw him shift in his seat, eyeing us but not saying anything. Then his gaze shifted back to the road.
“Please,” she begged, rocking against the hand cupping her mound. “I can’t wait.
I can’t. I have to come.”
I groaned, giving in and working my fingers against her clit. She sighed in happiness, her hand doing me too, the sloppy wet noise of our pussies being fingered filling the car. I could smell her, and me too. We were sweaty from dancing and wet with our own juices, pungent and strong.
“Oh yes, yes.” Carrie rolled her hips, giving me more access, and I took it, thumbing her clit while I fucked her with my fingers. She straddled my thigh, steadying herself against the back of the seat, her fingers never
