A Baumgartner Christmas by Selena Kitt Page A

clinging
like a vine. She couldn’t get close enough, hearing her friend’s whimpers and
cries beside her, the room filled with the sounds and scent of their fucking.
    “Baby,” Doc panted, his cock
swelling, the sights and sounds and smells of it too much for him, too much for
her too.
    “Yes!” She let him fuck her, fill
her, take her. “Do it! Come! Come! Ohhhhh fuck! I’m gonna come!”
    Doc growled and shuddered into
her, their bodies slick and sliding together as they both came, Carrie arching
and writhing beneath him, Doc rutting and grunting on top of her, both of them
reaching their pinnacle together, a mountain climbed and conquered, the
free-fall off the other side a long, sweet ride down into nothing and
everything all at once.
    Carrie kissed his sweaty neck as
he collapsed onto her, smiling dreamily up at the ceiling. Beside her, Wilson
and Daphne were whispering and giggling and the sound was more sweet music to
her ears.
    “We are so going to have to wash
these sheets,” Doc said, laughing.
    “Shh.” Carrie nudged him, looking
over at the couple beside them, cuddled together in an almost visible
afterglow. “Look.”
    Doc did and grinned. “I guess
this solves the problem of where he’s going to sleep tonight.”
    “I think it solves a lot of
problems,” Carrie agreed, kissing her husband quiet.
    * * * *
    Nan stood on a kitchen chair, tacking
up the mistletoe in the doorway, while her husband, Chuck, poured himself
another egg nog.
    “You’re sure it’s okay, having
all these people here?” Carrie held the chair for her mother-in-law and glanced
into the living room where Wilson and Daphne were talking on the couch. Doc
winked and tipped back his beer from a chair across the room, dropping her a
wink.
    “Don’t be silly.” Nan waved her
concern away. “I told you before, when you asked me if your friend could come.
The more the merrier!”
    “That’s very nice,” Carrie
complimented her mother-in-law’s placement of the mistletoe.
    “It’s not Christmas without
mistletoe.” Nan climbed down from her perch.
    “Chuck, you’d better offer our
guests some of that egg nog before it’s all gone!” Nan scolded, putting the
chair back at the kitchen table.
    Her father-in-law sighed, poking
his head around the corner. “You kids want some egg nog?”
    “I’m good,” Doc said, tipping his
beer in his father’s direction as he came into the kitchen. He saw his wife
standing by the egg nog and went to her, slipping an arm around her waist and
kissing her cheek. “But I bet our two lovebirds wouldn’t turn down some nog.”
    Daphne and Wilson appeared in the
doorway, arms wrapped around each other. Carrie couldn’t help smiling at the
sight.
    “Oh! Oh! Look up!” Nan grinned,
pointing at the mistletoe she’d just hung in the doorway.
    “Oh darn, we’re caught.” Daphne
laughed, putting her arms around Wilson’s neck. “I guess we have to kiss.”
    Wilson actually blushed, but
their lips met under the mistletoe and they all applauded.
    Carrie smiled as Doc turned her
to him, capturing her mouth and kissing her deeply. It was a very un-public
kiss, a very not-in-front-of-your-parents-and-our-friends kiss, making her toes
curl and her knees threaten to buckle.
    “We’re not under the mistletoe,”
she gasped when they parted, laughing.
    Doc smiled. “I don’t need an
excuse to kiss my wife.”
    “Merry Christmas, Doc.” She put
her arms around his neck, and everything else—Daphne and Wilson giggling under
the mistletoe, Nan setting out a plate of cheese and crackers, Chuck pouring
himself yet another egg nog while Nan wasn’t looking—melted away at the look in
her husband’s eyes. He looked at her as if she was the most beautiful woman in
the world—the only woman in his world who mattered.
    “I love you.” Doc kissed her
again, this time quickly, lightly, a casual kiss, one that told her that he
expected to kiss her again, soon and often. “Merry Christmas,