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she turned
off the lights and settled herself on the couch in the darkness. She couldn’t
stop thinking about the tattoo on Wilson’s cock. Was it Celtic, like the one on
her back? A snake? He seemed to like snakes. Maybe something funny or silly?
    She undid her jeans, easing them
down her hips, all too aware of the temporary tattoo on her lower back, like a
brand. She smiled, imagined Doc’s reaction, rubbing her fingers over the wet,
black crotch of her panties. They were soaked—she hadn’t realized how excited
she was, how very turned-on. The sexual tension between she and Wilson tonight
had been almost tangible.
    Not that she would ever do
anything about it, she chided herself, fingers circling her clit, sending hot
ripples through her body. She started like Wilson’s car—fireworks and then a
low, purring rumble, a slow, hot revving up that swelled toward something more.
    She wished she’d gotten a chance
to ask him about Daphne. Had he fucked her? She could call her friend, of
course, and find out, but she decided to ease the sexual tension before
satisfying her curiosity. Besides, she could imagine them together, imagine
Daphne’s mouth stretched over his tattooed cock, his fingers playing in her red
bush. That was fun.
    It was more fun to imagine
herself between them, though, she discovered. Her pussy fattened at the
thought, heating up nicely under her hand, imagining Wilson’s cock sliding into
her own pussy, oh yeah, just like that—she shoved three fingers in, imagining
taking him like that, Daphne kneeling over her face, presenting her with her
own wet pussy.
    Carrie wanted him. She wanted
Daphne, too. God, what’s wrong with me? she thought, her face flushing at her
own greedy, lustful fantasies. Was she so depraved? It had to be wrong, thinking
like this, wanting more than what Doc could possibly give her. But the more she
let herself think about it, the more she craved, like a woman crawling across a
desert in search of water.
    “Mmmmm yeah,” she whispered,
licking her lips, trying to taste Daphne there. She licked her own fingers for
inspiration, rubbing rapidly at her clit. “Oh yeah, fuck me, Wilson. Fuck me
with that big, fat, tattooed cock.”
    Oh god, that was good. What did
he look like with his hair down, she wondered? All that long, dark hair, that
sexy little goatee, tattoos over his belly and chest and arms. Were there other
piercings she couldn’t see?
    She gasped when she heard Doc
fumbling with his keys outside the door, paralyzed in the darkness on the sofa.
But instead of hurrying to pull up her pants, she yanked them off, getting up
to go meet him at the door wearing just her panties and a t-shirt.
    She was on him the instant the
door swung open.
    “Woah, what—?”
    She didn’t let him answer,
crushing his mouth with hers, suffocating him, already unzipping his coat,
working the buttons on his shirt.
    “Welcome home,” he joked as she
pulled him toward the bedroom. She turned on the light, letting him see her
standing there in her black thong, but she didn’t turn around, not yet.
    “Are you going to go back and get
a tattoo?” she asked, watching as he left his shirt and coat on the floor while
she got down on her knees to undo his belt.
    “Maybe. Do you want me to?”
    “It might be sexy. Something
here…” She kissed his belly as she unzipped him. “Or here…”  She reached up to
tweak his nipple. Then she got down to business, yanking his pants and boxers
down, taking the head of his soft cock into her mouth. “What about here?”
    He chuckled, watching her swallow
his cock. It was growing harder by the second. “I don’t think so. Not unless
you’re getting one.”
    She spit on his cock, rubbing the
head against her lips. “I dare you.”
    “Maybe if you promise to suck it
like that every night,” he groaned, sliding deeper into her throat.
    “I’d suck it like this every
night anyway.”
    Doc reached down to fondle her
breasts through her