A Baumgartner Christmas by Selena Kitt Page A

“He told me to use baby oil or vegetable oil to get it off.
I guess cum works too.”
    “I like it.” Doc traced the
remaining lines. “Are you gonna get a real one?”
    “I doubt it.” She made a face.
“Wilson’s was hurting him pretty bad tonight. He asked me to rub stuff all over
it.”
    “Oh yeah?” Doc sat up on his
elbow. “Is he what had you all horny tonight?”
    “No.” The flush in her cheeks
gave her away.
    “Did you do something with him?”
Doc asked slowly.
    “No,” she insisted, feeling the
flush in her cheeks deepening. “But what if I did? Why is it okay if I do
something with Daphne, but not with Wilson?”
    “I don’t know.” He looked
blind-sided. “We hadn’t talked about that. I guess… it’s just… different.
    “I don’t think it is.”
    He blinked at her, finally
asking, “Do you want to do something with Wilson?”
    “No.” Carrie sighed, rolling over
and grabbing a pillow to hold onto. “I mean, it might be fun, but I wouldn’t
want to do it if you’re not okay with it. I honestly haven’t thought about sex
with another man in… well, since I met you.”
    “But you’re thinking about it
now?”
    “Not right now,” she replied,
glancing back at him “But in general… a little. Are you mad?”
    “No.” He slipped an arm around
her, kissing her shoulder. “Hey, listen, not to change the subject, but I have
bad news.”
    She winced. “How bad?”
    “I can’t make our flight.”
    “What?” She turned in his arms,
frowning. “What do you mean?”
    “I have to work.” He sighed when
her eyes starting filling with tears. She wiped at them angrily. “They put me
on the schedule, even though I told them not to. What can I do?”
    “Well, what are we going to do?”
    “I guess I’ll just have to fly in
a few days later.”
    She fought her tears again, but
it was a losing battle. “What about me?”
    “I hate to transfer two tickets
if we don’t have to. It costs money and we’re short enough this month as it
is.”
    “So you want me to fly out
without you and stay with your parents for three days before you even show up?”
She hadn’t even wanted to go in the first place! This was unbelievable.
    “Carrie, it’s Key West,” he
pleaded. “You can laze around on the beach, go swimming, get a tan...”
    “Okay okay, I get it.” She sat up
and reached for her t-shirt, pulling it back on. “I should feel guilty because
you’re here working while I’m off having fun.”
    “That’s not what I meant.”
    “Fine.” She relented, sticking
her tongue out at him. “I’ll go and have fun.”
    “Thank you.” He smiled, patting
the bed beside him. “That’s all I can ask.”
    “But try to hurry.” She snuggled
up to him as he pulled the covers over them both. “I miss you.”
    “Already?”
    “Always.”
    “Goodnight, baby.” He kissed her
forehead as she drifted off to sleep, her cheek resting on his chest.
    * * * *
    The girls spent the morning shopping
for last minute gifts and Carrie convinced Daphne to come back to her apartment
to help her pack them up so she could ship them off to Florida.
    “If they lose these packages,
there goes Christmas…” Carrie sighed, taping up the last box.
    “That’s why you buy insurance.”
    Carrie made a face. “Yeah, but
you can’t open insurance on Christmas morning.”
    “Good point.” Daphne lifted a
bottle to her friend’s glass. “Here, have more wine, you won’t think about it
anymore.”
    “Oh good, that will help me drown
out the fact that I’m going to have to spend three days alone with Doc’s
parents before he comes down.”
    “Oh cry me a river!” Daphne
laughed, rolling her eyes. “Three days without your husband on a beach in
Florida?”
    “Well when you put it that way…”
Carrie put the last package in the box, glancing over at her friend. “Hey, so
tell me, did anything happen between you and Wilson?”
    “Nothing to write home about.”
She shrugged, handing