The Baumgartners Plus One

myself as I used the razor, making upward strokes now.

“Almost done,” I assured her, using my fingers to feel for stray hairs and any stubble I might have missed. Her skin was like silk, her juices making her pussy slick.

Her lips were swollen and I petted her gently, hearing her sigh softly as I neared the top of her cleft, feeling the slight forward shift of her hips. I wondered if she could feel my breath on her thigh, coming faster now. I couldn’t help it.

“Oh god,” she whispered, her thigh quivering under my palm as I steadied her, continuing with my inspection. Her eyes were closed to just slits as she looked down at me. “It’s sooo sensitive now.”

“I told you.” I smiled smugly, sitting back on my heels. “I think we’re done.”

“Really?” She opened her eyes fully, sliding a hand down to touch herself. I watched, transfixed, as her fingers explored the soft, completely nude folds of her own flesh for the first time. “Oh wow. It’s so different. So smooth.”

I had to stand up. If I didn’t, I was going to do something crazy. It was hard enough, pretending I wasn’t aroused by her, not knowing if she wanted more, afraid to ask. She was so unselfconscious, so open with her body, I still wasn’t sure, and I didn’t want to risk the newness of our friendship because I couldn’t control my urges. Funny, that. I hadn’t had any urges for so long, and now I had one so strong it was finding it almost impossible to resist it.

“He’s going to be so surprised!” She gasped, her fingers still exploring, giving me a delighted smile. “Oh Dani, thank you so much!”

She threw her arms around my neck and hugged me, the soft, wet press of her breasts against mine a brief, delightfully yielding moment of heaven. She laughed as she drew back, looking down and tilting her hips toward mine. “Look, now we match.

We’re like twins.”

That made me laugh too and we got out of the shower together to dry off. Carrie got dressed in shorts and a t-shirt and I put mine on too, although I didn’t have panties or a bra. I considered running next door for them, but Carrie insisted I stay and eat with her. She’d been cooking something all day in a crockpot. I could smell it simmering.

Besides, it was still pouring outside, the sky even darker.

“White chicken chili,” she announced. “Doc loves it. It’s supposed to be for dinner, but I’m hungry now.”

“Perfect for a rainy day.” I looked around for a place where we might eat or lunch.

Our kitchens were far too small for tables. There was a small area in the living room that we used as a dining area where I had a table, but the Baumgartners had a desk and computer there.

“Stupid rain.” Carrie made a face as she glanced out the window. “I wish we lived in Florida.”

“Too many big bugs.” I shuddered. “How about Rome? It’s nice and sunny there.”

“I don’t know any Italian.”

“But I do.” I smiled.

“Okay, you take me to Italy and we’ll take you to Florida.” She opened the crockpot and stirred. “We’re going to Florida for Christmas.”

“That sounds like fun.” I looked over her shoulder. It smelled delicious.

“Doc’s parents have a timeshare there. There’s a private beach. We can just walk out and go swimming in the ocean.” She took out a bowl and started spooning chili into it. She handed me the bowl and reached into the cupboard for another. Then she turned to me, a funny expression on her face. “Wow, you weren’t kidding. It feels like I’m going around naked or something.”

I smiled. “Yeah, I know.” I couldn’t help imagining her panties hugging her pussy, the seam of her shorts rubbing into her slit every time she moved, no hair there to impede them.

We spent all afternoon watching movies and complaining about the rain. It never did let up. The parking lot flooded. It was hard to tell what time it really was because it was so dark. The streetlights had been on for hours.

“Let’s pretend it’s Venice,” Carrie joked, coming up behind me at the window. I felt her breath on my neck and it made me shiver.

The door opened, surprising us both, and a very wet, dark haired man came in, shutting the rain out behind him. “It’s crazy out there! I think I saw an ark parked down the street.”

That made me laugh and Carrie ran to him, putting her arms around his neck.

“You’re early! You weren’t supposed to be home until midnight!”

He glanced at his watch, still shaking off the rain. “It’s almost ten. Okay, so I slipped out a little early. I missed you, what can I say?” He glanced over at me. “Is this the Dani I’ve heard about all week?”

Carrie beamed happily. “Dani, this is Doc.”

“Nice to meet you.” It sounded so strange and formal, but he just smiled.

“I’m soaked through. I’m gonna take a shower. Is that white chicken chili I smell?

You are a goddess!” He kissed his wife on the cheek and headed toward the bedroom.

She stood there for a moment, looking after him, and then back at me.

“I should go home,” I said, moving slowly toward the door. “It’s getting late.”

“Don’t you dare!” Doc called. “I brought home margarita mix and we’ve got a ton of ice!”

Carrie grinned. “Want to stay and get drunk?”

I hardly ever drank but that didn’t matter. She didn’t have to ask me twice.

“Absolutely.”

Doc ate his chili and exclaimed over it the whole time. I had to admit, it was pretty fantastic. Then he started making margaritas and Carrie put “Ghost” into the VCR.

“Again?” Doc complained good-naturedly. “Ever since it won the Academy Award, she can’t get enough of it.”

“Oh shut up.” She stuck her tongue out at him. “You want Demi Moore and you know it. Besides, the pottery scene is hot.”

“I wouldn’t say no if she wanted to eat crackers in my bed.” Doc cocked his head at me, refilling my margarita. “You look a little like her. Longer hair, of course.”

I smiled, sipping my drink. “I actually get that a lot.”

We settled on the couch. I expected Carrie to cuddle with Doc, but instead she insisted I sit between them. I thought it would be strange, that I would feel out of place, but things fit so well, as if we were puzzle pieces finding their niche. Doc poked fun at the movie and Carrie teased him and I couldn’t get over how easy and comfortable it felt. It could have been the alcohol loosening me up but I was sure that wasn’t all of it.

Doc slipped an arm around my shoulder and I didn’t protest. Carrie leaned her head against me and rubbed her cheek absently against Doc’s hand while we watched.

Doc kept refilling our margaritas-I lost count of how many times he went back out to the kitchen to refill the blender with ice-and that feeling of being warm and comfortable turned into sleepiness after a while.

I made it through the pottery scene-which was decidedly hot and made me squirm, feeling Carrie’s bare thigh against mine, and Doc’s jean-clad one rubbing against the other-but I dozed off at some point after Whoopi Goldberg tried to convince Demi Moore that Patrick Swayze was trying to communicate with her from the other side. When I woke, Carrie was covering me with a blanket, the TV was off and the room was dark.

“I have to go home,” I murmured, trying to sit. Bad idea. The room spun. Way too many margaritas for me.

“Shhh.” She tucked the blanket under my chin. “You sleep. I’m going to show Doc our little… surprise.”

It took my foggy brain a few moments to realize what she was talking about, but by then she was gone to her room. My thoughts lingered on her, reliving the silky slickness of her pussy against my fingers as I shaved her. He was definitely going to be surprised, I thought, and found myself feeling jealous. Then I recalled her words, “our little surprise.” Somehow she had included me in it and that was gratifying. I let the alcohol win again and slept.

* * * *

Something woke me. I’d been sleeping hard, drooling on the edge of the couch cushion, my arm dangling off