Baumgartners Empty Nest (The Baumgartners) (16 page)

“Gimme that clit,” Jody panted, reaching a hand down to find it. Her fingers closed over it, pinching lightly, and then, to Carrie’s surprise, she began to jerk it. She didn’t rub it or circle it, but instead she jacked it like the world’s tiniest little cock, matching her own motion—and Doc’s. Carrie couldn’t do anything but let it happen—the hard, fucking pounding she was getting in both holes, the fast jerk-off on her pulsing little clit.

“I’m gonna come,” Carrie cried against Jody’s shoulder. “Oh fuck! Fill me with your fucking cocks! I’m gonna come!”

Doc roared behind her at her words, tearing into her ass with a fury she hadn’t felt before. She felt his cum erupt inside her, deep in her bowels, as her clenching ass closed around his length. Jody screamed. It wasn’t a soft cry or even a moan, it was a full-out scream, her nails digging into Carrie’s behind, her cock throbbing in Carrie’s spasming cunt. They were all coming, together, a mass of thrusting, shuddering flesh, a morass of groans, grunts and cries.

Then, slowly, Doc eased out of her ass, and Jody slid out of her pussy, and they collapsed in a heap on the bed, working to catch their breath. Carrie snuggled up on one side of Jody, Doc resting on the other, up on his elbow, looking at them both with a lazy smile playing on his lips.

“How long have you known?” Carrie asked, sticking out her tongue at her husband. “You jerk.”

“For sure? Since I overheard you two talking on the beach.” Doc’s smile widened. “But I suspected when you came in that first night, after you’d been together.”

“How?” Carrie thought she’d been so careful.

“I could taste her cum in your mouth. Big difference between the taste of pussy and the taste of cock.” Doc’s eyes danced and Jody gave a little laugh.

“Did you like it?” Jody wondered out loud.

Doc nodded, meeting her eyes.

“So you didn’t know before that?” Jody asked. “You didn’t suspect?”

“No.” Doc shook his head. He lowered it close to hers, brushing his lips against her cheek. “No way—I couldn’t tell just from looking at you, gorgeous, that’s for damned sure. You’re a stunning woman.”

Jody beamed at that and Carrie smiled, her eyes meeting her husband’s.

“You’re not mad?” she asked, swallowing.

“Mad?” His eyebrows went up. “No. Surprised. I was taken aback a little, at first. Just had to shift gears. But… I’m actually kind of delighted.”

“Me too.” Carrie felt the lump growing in her throat at his words, the relief in her chest. She’d been afraid, even after the sex, that he might have just gotten carried away in the moment. She didn’t want this to end, this thing with Jody. Ever. And she couldn’t remember feeling that way about anyone they’d been with before. She’d loved everyone they’d ever taken to bed—but she’d never been in love with them, not the way she was in love with Jody.

“So it was a good surprise?” Carrie asked.

“Yes.” Doc chuckled. “Quite good.”

* * * *

“I feel guilty.” Jody leaned over Doc to whisper behind her hand to Carrie, who sat on his other side in the pedicab. “He’s working harder than a moth in a mitten up there.”

“Keeps him in shape,” Carrie whispered back, watching the man pedaling the bicycle that pulled their little cab up Duval Street. He was a nice sight to behold, his tanned legs pumping as he guided them uphill. He was probably in his early to mid-twenties, dark hair and eyes, olive skin. Very handsome.

Doc sat between the two women, an arm around them both. He didn’t look the least bit bothered by being ferried around, or by their attention to their studly, twenty-something chauffeur. The pedicabs were a great way to get around town, if you didn’t want to walk—or drive. Most everyone in Key West was drinking this time of night, and driving wasn’t such a great idea. Besides, the streets were usually packed with crowds, and cars often got stuck in the morass. Pedicabs were faster.

“You’re going to love Captain Tony’s,” Doc said to Jody. “It’s a total dive.”

“So you really know Captain Tony?” Jody asked, appreciatively watching a group of obviously gay young men rollerblading by, most of them wearing nothing but Speedos, just as Elise had predicted. Carrie always thought it was an accident waiting to happen—not even any elbow or knee pads—but tons of people did it.

“His son owns the place now. But he still comes around.” Doc nodded toward their destination, up ahead on the right. It was a little yellow building, nothing fancy. Its claim to fame was that it was the oldest bar in Florida—it had been a speakeasy during prohibition—and Jimmy Buffet got his start there in the 1970’s, playing tunes for tequila. Captain Tony’s also boasted that Hemingway had made it his favorite drinking hole back in the day.

Their driver braked his bike in front of the bar, bringing them to a slow stop. Doc stood, climbing down off the seat, holding out a hand first for Jody, then Carrie, helping them out of the pedicab. He paid the driver before they all went into the little yellow building. It wasn’t too crowded, thankfully, and they found a table by the tree growing up through the middle of the floor.

“This place is great.” Jody strained her neck, looking at all the business cards and sales slips tacked to the ceiling, along with a row of bras, in various shapes and sizes, that had been nailed up there.

“What can I get you folks?” The waitress came up, not really looking at them, but Carrie recognized her immediately.

“Lola?” she asked, catching the young woman’s heavily made-up eye.

“Oh my word, it’s the Baumgartners,” Lola exclaimed. She called over her shoulder, “Tony! It’s the Baumgartners!”

Carrie didn’t see the old man, but maybe he was within earshot.

“I haven’t seen you in—hm, two years? Three?” Lola hugged Carrie with one arm, then hugged Doc with the other. Her gaze fell to Jody and her eyebrows raised. “Who’s your friend?”

“Jody, this is Lola.” Carrie introduced them, but Lola was already sliding into a chair beside her. “Lola is Tony’s cousin. Jody is our… uh…”

“You…” Lola breathed, head tilted, squinting at Jody in the dim light with a look of wonder on her face. “Are nearly unclockable.”

“Un… what?” Carrie shot her husband a puzzled look and he shrugged.

“Who was your doctor?” Lola asked.

“Lola!” Carrie exclaimed, aghast. “You can’t just…”

“I’m non-op, actually,” Jodie admitted with a smile. “You?”

“Oh, I’m all girl now.” Lola smiling, flipped up the edge of her skirt, revealing a flash of white panties.

“Lola!” a voice from the bar called. It was Tony’s son, Nick, who now owned the place and tended bar. “Stop pulling up your damned skirts!”

She stuck her tongue out at him. “Grouch.”

“Unclockable?” Carrie asked, looking between the two of them. “What’s that mean?”

“Passing privilege,” Jody explained, then glanced at Doc. “Just means she thinks I make a pretty good looking woman.”

“She’s got that right.”

“Was it Dr. Timbor?” Lola asked, looking down at Jody’s cleavage. “Did he do those?”

“No.” Jody glanced down too. “These are Georgia peaches.”

“Luscious.” Lola nodded at them, admiring, flipping her dark hair over her shoulder.

She made a pretty woman, but there was something about her angular features that somehow gave her away, Carrie noticed. She understood what Lola had meant, now, looking between the two of them, when she called Jody “unclockable.” You really couldn’t tell, unless Jody stripped down to the nude, that she wasn’t really a woman.

“Well, if you’re down here now, I’ll give you Dr. Timbor’s card. He’s not a gender-Nazi like some of them. And he’s good. He did these.” Lola lifted her tits, showing off her cleavage in the V-neck blouse she was wearing and they heard that warning voice from the bar again.

“Lola!”

“Okay, okay!” Lola waved at the big, bald, tattooed bartender, smiling sweetly. Then she turned back to them and, pointing at her lap, she said in a mock whisper, “Between you and me, I could crack walnuts with my new va-jay-jay.”

Last time Carrie had seen Lola, she’d been a “non-op” too. She was already dressing as a woman then, though, Carrie remembered, and she had a woman’s sense of injustice about infidelity, too. When Carrie had complained to her about Janie’s cheating boyfriend—Brian had been cheating on Carrie’s daughter, although Janie didn’t yet know or believe it—Lola had stepped up to the plate and had been more than happy to take one for the team.

Lola had seduced unsuspecting Brian into the back room and the cheating little bastard had gotten the surprise of his life.

“Anyway, I’ve got Dr. Timbor’s card in my purse,” Lola went on.

“I don’t know how long I’ll be here,” Jody said, glancing at Carrie, then at Doc. “I’m kind of… between residences…”

“Don’t you love it? Isn’t it like finally finding home?” Lola’s hand fell to Jody’s leg. Carrie noticed it with a twinge of jealousy. “It’s so T-friendly down here.”

“Duvall Street sure seems to be,” Jody replied.

“Well, I’ll tell you what. I’ve got room at my place if you’re looking,” Lola told her with a small, sly smile. “Just one bed, but I’m sure we could manage.”

“I—uh—” Jody was saved from answering when Captain Tony came out from the back room, roaring a greeting.

“The Baumgartners!” He was really getting old, Carrie noted, as he hobbled closer. He walked with a limp, now, and used a cane, although it just added to the air of “old sea captain” about him. Carrie stood to hug him as he approached their table, and Doc gave the old man a one-armed hug, too, slapping him on the back.

“So how are the kids?” Captain Tony inquired, leaning on his cane with both hands.

“Henry’s getting married,” Carrie said, realizing it was the first time she’d said it out loud to someone who wasn’t family. 

“Damn, I’m old.” Tony shook his white head, tipping back his sea captain hat. He wore it everywhere.

“That’s how I feel.” Carrie laughed.

Tony grabbed a stool and took a seat at their table so they could catch up. Carrie answered all his questions about Janie and Henry, and Gretchen and Ronnie, too. They’d all spent time in Captain Tony’s at some point or another. Lola went to get them drinks while Doc got involved in a conversation with Tony about his new passion—firearms.

When Lola returned, she sat close beside Jody—too close, as far as Carrie was concerned—and started chatting her up. But Carrie couldn’t get away from Tony, who kept grabbing her hand and asking her something when she tried to excuse herself.

She tried to listen to Jody’s conversation, but between Doc and Tony talking, the loud pulse of the music, and the crowd starting to grow in the bar, she only caught snippets.

“So he wanted you cut?” Lola asked. Carrie definitely heard that.

“…worked in boy-mode for the first year or so we were together…” Jody told her. Carrie was still getting used to the language and the lingo. But she knew what Jody meant when she said, “I don’t tell many people my T…”

She meant her “transition history.” Was she telling Lola?

“We’re down here to arrange selling the time share actually,” Doc told Tony. The conversation had shifted.

“You’re selling?” Lola perked up at that. “Oh I wish I could buy it!”

“You should move down here,” Tony suggested.

“We can’t.” Carrie shook her head sipping her margarita. “Doc’s practice is in Michigan. We’ve got roots there…”

“To hell with roots!” Lola cried. “Transplant yourself down here with us!”

“Hey, Lola!” Nick called from the bar. “Could use a little help, eh? Aren’t you supposed to be earning a paycheck or something?”

“Fine.” Lola rolled her eyes, standing and looking down at Jody. She was going to say something but Jody held up one finger, digging through her purse and pulling out her phone. Carrie hadn’t heard it ring, but the bar was filling and growing louder.

“Who is it?” Carrie called, seeing Jody’s expression when she answered the phone.

“I have to take this.” Jody excused herself as she edged by. “I’m just going to find somewhere quieter…”

“Hey, will you give this to Jody when she comes back?” Lola slid a card across the table. “That’s Dr. Timbor’s card.”

“Sure.” Doc picked it up, sliding it into his breast pocket.

Carrie noticed this out of the corner of her eye, but she was paying more attention to Jody, who had stepped into an alcove near the restroom, one finger in her ear while she talked into her cell phone. Jody looked upset. Very upset. Had Jackie found her number, after all? The thought made Carrie feel cold, in spite of the heat. Someone famous came into the bar—some sports star Carrie didn’t know—and Tony excused himself to go say hello. She gave him a hug, but she was still too distracted by Jody and her phone call to really pay attention.

“You okay?” Carrie asked as Jody returned to the table. “Everything all right?”

“I—” Jody sat at the table, looking between the two of them. “I don’t know.”

“Was it him?” Doc’s eyes flashed with anger.

“No, no, sugar, it wasn’t Jackie.” She looked pale, even as she reassured them. “It was just a friend. She… she had some news for me…”