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New Partners-New Adventures

By: Humpdee84



The wind was blowing fiercely and the snow was quite deep. Everything had been cancelled, schools, government offices were closed even many of the local churches had given worshipers a day off using the rationale that, "God wouldn't want you to risk your life in this weather just to worship him." It made perfect sense. So, what to do? The kids were home and entertaining them was first and foremost. Rich had decided that video games would do the trick. Bridgett was 9 and LOVED Super Mario Brothers. They had an old Nintendo. Stephanie had wanted to get rid of it, but Rich felt too much nostalgia and when Bridgett discovered it, Rich took the opportunity to say, "Nyah nyah." 

Bobby was easy. He was only three years old and could easily be entertained.

So, here it was a horrible February. Rich said that he had shoveled so much he figured a coal miner might take pity on him. They were all sick of the snow. The kids were even starting to miss school and were dreading the number of make-up days they were facing, well not Bobby, pre-school had no makeup days. Bridgett said, "I want to go back because I can't stand it anymore, AND I'm scared of how many days into summer vacation we'll go into." Steph fully understood. Bridgett had also wanted to get back to her friends. She had been given plenty of opportunity to see them since driving was allowed, but it was still becoming a burden on everyone and with this latest storm, everyone was ready to lose their minds. 

Once ten o'clock came, the kids were getting tired but Bridgett insisted he stay up to watch the rest of a movie she had started. Rich couldn't find a reason to say no and neither could Steph so; Bridgett was up until almost midnight. Once she finally got to sleep Rich and Steph could relax as well, but since they both had to go to work in the morning, relaxing was just going to bed. 

At about four a.m., the phone rang scaring Rich out of a deep sleep and in the middle of a strange dream where he was shooting monsters which were playing Super Mario. He leapt up and grabbed the cordless and answered. "What?" It was more of a moan than a word.

"Hi, Rich? Sorry to bother you this early but this is Gordie down at Bay State EMS, is Stephanie there?" came the voice on the other end.

"Well Gordie, where else would she be at...what time is it?" Rich was slightly more alert.

"Four in the morning," replied Gordie, "and frankly, where she might be wouldn't be any of my business. I was just told to call." Rich had to admit, it was a good reply.

"Hold on," and Rich attempted to wake Steph up. He caught her in mid-snore and she sat upright, quite confused. Rich handed the phone over and Steph. 

As deeply as she would sleep, Steph had spent too many years working nights and being woken from a sound sleep with the need to be fully functional to be as groggy as Rich. She took the phone and answered. Gordie on the other end said, "Steph, is there a chance you could come in early? We're getting swamped with calls. The fire department is off with a big working fire, plus plow guys are falling asleep and hitting things and even at this hour, maintenance guys all over the place are having back issues, strains, slip and falls and so far, two heart attacks."

"Why ME? Why is it always ME?" She thought aloud. She knew the reasons. For one thing, she lived only a few miles from the garage and always had the best luck getting there and also, she would get there. Steph would never offer and excuse unless it was legitimate and serious. She was known to be dedicated to a fault and the fault was her own. "Ok, I'll be there as soon as I can. Any chance someone could pick me up? I'm not sure what shape my driveway is in and it could take me over an hour to dig out, especially if the plows have been by more than once."

Gordie agreed to have a crew swing by her house in twenty minutes or as close to that as possible and thanked her. Steph grumbled a somewhat sarcastic 'you're welcome' and hung up. She wasn't due to be in until 8, so a few hours of overtime wouldn't hurt. She got dressed, kissed Rich so long and stood in the doorway awaiting an ambulance. Rich had already told work he wouldn't be in and they were cool with it, so Steph had no worries about the kids. Bobby had insisted that at 12, he could definitely take care of himself and watch over his sister. Both Rich and Steph commended his responsible attitude and immediately danced around the idea, thanking him profusely in the meantime.

Rich never even noticed she had left. He had no sooner handed over the phone, he fell back into a coma and began to snore so loud, Steph was beginning to look forward to leaving.

When the ambulance pulled up, Steph made her way through the deep snow. Thanks to constant attention by both of them, Steph and Rich (and to a lesser degree, the kids), the walkway and the driveway was only 7 inches deep as the snow continued to fall. The driveway was about the same though the drift on the side closest to the neighbor's yard had to be about 2 feet and thanks to the relentless attention to the street clearing efforts, the end of the driveway had a 2 and one half foot pile of ice across it. Steph slipped as she traversed the alpine range that poor Rich would have to tackle later. She hit the ground but felt no pain as the snow cushioned her fall. Both the EMTs in the truck jumped out but Steph was just laughing and cursing and found it ironic that this hated snow had been not only the cause of her fall, but the cause of her not being injured. She climbed in back and buckled into the jump seat and off they went to the garage.

"Been a lousy night, eh?" She asked the crew.

"FUCK ME! FUCK THIS SNOW!" bellowed Ernie, the driver. "I am so bloody sick of this. TWO STINKING WEEKS AND NO END IN SIGHT!"

Francine, his partner, just shook her head, then added, "He's been a joy to work with all night."

"WELL I'M LOSING MY MIND!" came Ernie's reply. 

With that, the dispatcher came over the air with a call for them. "Ambulance 3, are you available?"

Steph nodded that she could accompany them if needed. Francine took the mic and answered, "We're still on that transport for one of ours but could respond if needed. What have you got?"

"Report of a maintenance man at the college having slipped on the ice sustaining a head injury. He's conscious but bleeding. Police on scene report he's a bit disoriented. Police advise to enter through the Front Street Entrance." 

"OK, we have that and will respond." Answered Francine and on went the overhead lights. Traffic was so light due to the snow that the siren was only needed now and them, mostly to get plows out of the way. Ernie kept the speed below 30 the entire trip. When they arrived they were met by a cruiser at the College Drive/Front Street intersection which led them to where a small Pilipino was sitting covered by a blanket and with gauze being held in place by one of the cops. Steph immediately recognized Sgt. O'Meara and greeted him as she and her partners approached. O'Meara exchanged pleasantries and then explained what had happened to Luiz as he was trying to scrape some ice away from the door. Luiz's English was excellent, but he would get partway through his story and then seem to lose track of what he was saying. 

"NOT GOOD!" said Ernie and the three EMTs wrapped up Luiz's head, bundled him up for transporting to Mt. Ida Hospital. 

Just prior to leaving, Sgt. O'Meara pulled Steph aside and said, "How did you get roped into a night shift?" 

Steph replied, "I just started after being called in early, and I'm THRILLED. How's Stew, I haven't seen him in a few weeks; conflicting shifts and all."

"Oh, he's great, he and Sherrie are in Aruba, the bastards," came his reply, dripping in envy. "They're gone for two weeks, left Tuesday."

Steph shook her head as she entered the back of the truck to assist Fran with looking after Luiz. She patted O'Meara on the shoulder and thanked him for helping and passing along such wonderful news then closed the door and off they went.

Once Luiz was deposited Ernie and Fran took Steph to the garage where she would be working with Carla, the other EMT who was lucky enough to live within a five mile radius and who, like Steph, had a difficult time saying 'no'. Carla was a good kid, 23 years old, just out of EMT school and eager to learn. Prior to being an EMT, she had been a mechanic at a local garage after graduating from the regional vocational high school. "I have enjoyed fixing cars, now I'd like to fix people." She had declared when applying for the job at Bay State. 

Steph had worked with Carla a few times and was essentially one of her training officers, well, when her regular partner, Ralph, was off and Ralph got her when Steph was off. Joel got her twice but he immediately went into Jack O'Lynch's office (Jack being the Day Shift Supervisor) and said he couldn't work with someone so green. Jack had tried to talk him into being a good man and setting a good example and help Carla learn the ropes, but Joel was like a mule and would not budge, even after being threatened with discipline. "Go ahead, you can even fire me. I feel like a career change anyway," was the response. Nothing was done and Carla never worked with Joel again. He really was a good EMT, so, he slid by on that one.

Carla and Steph jumped into the number 6 ambulance and headed out to 'satellite' the city common. The first priority was to avoid snowplows and let them do their job. Second, be totally available for any calls which may occur. Third priority, breakfast. "They headed for a 24 hour diner near the common that had parking (to get off the street) and went in, PRAYING that they didn't get a call. After a lovely breakfast of eggs, bacon, hash browns, cinnamon toast, coffee and a small grapefruit juice, Steph was content. Carla had enjoyed her fruit and granola. "Sure," Steph thought to herself, "NOW you can eat like that. Wait until you're older and NEED better nutrition, you skinny little...." But her thoughts were interrupted by the radio. 

"Ambulance 6, meet the fire department at Joseph Road and Common Street due to an MVA with minor injuries. Plow versus Smart Car."

Steph replied with, "Plow versus SMART CAR? MINOR injuries? Ok, if you say so." And off they went.

Not much was left of the Smart Car, but the driver only had a small cut on his left hand. He was complaining of back pain but had been out and walking around when the fire department had arrived. A police cruiser had arrived about the same time and they all saw the driver of the car walking around like he was fine, however he would occasionally yelp in pain and as time went by, began to curse the plow driver. According to the plow driver, Smartie had zipped by him as he was pushing a snow bank up on the corner. "I ask you, what kind of asshole goes between a plow and a snow bank instead of waiting and going behind?" the driver had asked, "Especially as I was moving forward?"

No one had an answer, especially not Smartie. He was bundled up and transported to St. Mark's Hospital. Mt. Ida had reported that they were temporarily not accepting new patients as the Emergency Room was bogged down after a house fire in the neighboring town had sent three occupants and two firefighters in.

Carla and Steph left the hospital and parked in the parking lot of a bank near downtown. It had already been plowed so they figured they'd be safe for the time being. Carla sighed looking at all the snow, which was still falling, though not as hard.

"I'm so sick of this," she began.

"You, my friend, are NOT alone. I'm sick of looking at my kids, God help me, but there's nothing we can do with them. I love them, but....oh my GOD, enough is enough." Steph also sighed.

"Must wreck your sex life." Carla said matter-of-factly. "Having the kids around to hear you could be a real drag."

"Well, now that you mention it..." 

"My boyfriend and I have talked about what it would be like if we got married and had kids. I'd love a few, but they seem like so much damn work," added Carla. Then she continued with, "and what would we do if we couldn't screw around? I'd lose my mind. I guess when you hit your age, screwing around isn't such a big deal though, right?"

Steph was really taken aback by that. Her first reaction was to tell Carla just how much screwing around she and Rich had been doing in the past year, and with whom, but she stopped herself. "No, that's OUR business," she thought, but DID say out loud, "Uh, Rich and I have a very healthy sex life, thank you. Damn it, I'm only 42."

Carla shrugged. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply you were old, but don't things kind of cool off when you get that old?"

She was doing it again. "OLD MY ASS!" She spoke in a very deliberate manner when she said, "Carla, people well into their 70s are known to have nice healthy sex lives. People in their 40s are in their, OUR prime. I know things that you haven't even heard of and I have plenty of energy in bed. Twenty three is a great age but if I had even a third of the experience at 23 that I have now, well, porn stars would be jealous."

Had she said too much? Carla seemed to barely notice. Then Carla said, "I've had a few threesomes. I'm not sure you're into that stuff. One was with two women. It all started when I told a friend that my clit was pierced and she wanted to see."

"Your CLIT is pierced?" Steph was focused on that part of the statement. "Why in hell did you do THAT?"

"Spur of the moment type of thing. Not sure really," said Carla.

"It must have hurt. Was it worth it?" asked Steph, truly curious but deep in her mind, she knew damn well she'd never do that.

"I think so. Great conversation starter and it HAS kind of given me a little more of a thrill down there. Wanna see?" Carla actually seemed to WANT to show it off. Steph was intrigued. She'd seen a few in movies but never in real life. When she hesitated, Carla read her face and said, "I'm guessing the sight of another woman's vagina might freak you out, but really, it's not a big deal. You've seen plenty here at work, but it's different when it's not a 'medical' thing. Really, I don't mind showing you." Then she added, "Don't worry, I'm NOT hitting on you," and she smiled.

"If only she knew...." Steph thought to herself and smiled as well, then said, "Sure, let's jump in the back."

Crawling through to the back from the cab of the rig would have been worse than braving the storm outside so, out they jumped out and went and into the back. Once in, Carla sat on the edge of the squad bench and Steph sat in the jump seat. Carla took off her left shoe then lowered her pants and panties and slid them off over her foot. Once exposed, she spread her legs for Steph to get a good look. They had purposely left the overhead lights off and Steph was using her penlight. Why give any passers-by a show? Carla spread her lips to expose her clit which had a small sterling silver stud through it, each end capped with a small silver ball.

"Pretty neat, huh?" asked Carla, obviously very proud of what she had done. "It wasn't even all that expensive. For the procedure and the sterling silver, only $100. I've removed it a couple of times but only a couple."

Steph was leaning in looking close when Carla added, "Go on, you can touch it. It won't bite!" And she giggled as she said it. "It's ok, it doesn't mean you're a lesbo or anything." Steph just looked up and grinned, or grimaced, she wasn't sure which she had done. Oh, the secrets she could tell. She leaned in and spread the lips with her right index finger and thumb and flicked it slightly which caused Carla to gasp a bit. "Oh hunny, that's certainly going to start something if you do that again."

"Sorry, I was just curious. I have to admit it looks pretty," said Steph as she sat back.

"My pussy or the stud?" asked Carla with a grin.

"To be honest, both. But I can't get my mind around doing that to yourself. The times you took it out, was there any special reason?"

"One time a boyfriend just was grossed out by it but he not only got used to it, he grew to love it. Then, another time a girl with a pierced tongue was going to town on me, but the clacking sound was driving us both nuts, so I took it out. You're not grossed out by the thought of a girl going down on me, are you?" Carla asked, leaning forward and taking Steph's hand.

"No, not at all." Stephanie started to chuckle, "Really, I'm fairly open minded, believe me so you can stop with all these cautionary remarks."

As they spoke, Carla was lightly rubbing herself, especially after she took Steph's hand. For a moment after Steph's reply, Carla just held Steph's hand, rubbed herself and looked into Steph's eyes. Steph was a bit turned on, but knew that this was neither the time nor the place and she wasn't even sure if she was attracted to Carla. Carla was cute and all, VERY cute, but she was just a kid and....Steph was just not really sure what to think so she simply gently removed her hand from Carla's and said, "I think we should just be ready for whatever might....." and she didn't even have a chance to finish the sentence when they were called. 

"Ambulance 6. Base to Ambulance 6" Carla began pulling her pants back on with a slight look of disappointment on her face. Steph noticed, said nothing but grinned as she acknowledged the dispatcher. She had the portable radio since she was senior EMT.

"Ambulance 6, possible cardiac arrest at 322 Chesterfield Avenue, FD Paramedic unit is en route."

Steph acknowledged the call and she and Carla braved the storm once again to get back in the cab. They rode in silence, lights and sirens going in spite of not being able to reach a speed of more than 26 mph due to the horrid road conditions. Regardless of the slow going, plows and snow banks and pedestrians all blocking the way, they got there in 8 minutes. The Fire Department was already there working on the patient, a 92 year old man who had insisted on shoveling his own driveway. Steph and Carla were essentially back-up for the Paramedics and did more assisting than actual work on the patient. He was in the back of the FD's rig in minutes, CPR being done by two firefighter/paramedics with the third driving. The man's 88 year old wife sat in the front seat and was torn between worry for her husband and giddy over riding in the FRONT of a 'fire truck'. Carla and Steph made sure they had all their equipment, closed up the rear doors and sent them on their way just a police cruiser pulled up. 

Carla walked over to the cruiser where the cop was refusing to get out. "Too damn cold and wet to get out when the job is already done. Need anything?" Asked the rather cheerful cop.

Carla was very cold and wet from the snow and not in a mood for this guy so she said, "I really need you to look at something. There's a risk involved here if it's not checked." And she motioned for him to follow her. The cop reluctantly got out of the cruiser, squished his faux fur hat onto head and followed Carla into the driveway, grumbling the whole way. Carla's hair was getting matted down with snow and it was going down her neck, but she felt this was worth it. She led him to the front walk which the man had cleared prior to his heart attack. She pointed to it and asked, "When they get home, will they be able to negotiate this walkway? It's very narrow and I'm thinking of the mailman as well. The safety of the public is seriously at risk here!"

The cop, luckily was good natured and didn't push Carla into the snow bank. He turned and walked back to his car, calling over his shoulder, "The shovel is right over here, feel free to alleviate the problem and save all mankind!" He then got into his car and maneuvering around the ambulance, drove off, sliding back and forth as he did.


New Partners-New Adventures



Steph and Carla laughed like hell over that and got back into the rig just in time to be sent to a motor vehicle accident three blocks away. A car had slid into snow bank and the driver, who had not been wearing a seatbelt, had slammed her head into the steering wheel. The next call after that was a small house fire. They had nothing to do but stand by, 'in case' and fortunately for all involved, nothing went wrong. 

As they pulled away from the scene, once the kitchen fire was out (not a lot of damage, but no one would be cooking for a while and the house smelled awful.) Steph noticed the time. "Shit, it's almost one in the afternoon! Where the hell did the day go?"

"Well, we've been a bit busy. Time flies when you're having this much fun. Say, we have some free time, want to have another kind of fun?" Carla was beaming. "Whoops," when she caught herself, "I'm getting a bit pushy. I'm fucking exhausted. I'm sorry."

Steph was laughing. She was tired too and flattered that Carla had wanted to 'pass the time' with her but she was still waiting for the jury to come in with a verdict as to whether she was really interested in Carla. She had already had a nice tryst with Lenny and Barry and that, in her mind, was pushing it at work, not to mention that night with Sue and the vibrators. It suddenly hit her, was Steph Danner becoming the go to gal at Bay State Ambulance? Did everyone know about her little encounters? She began to turn beet red and Carla noticed. "I'm sorry, I really should be more careful about what I say. I'm kind of a free spirit sometimes and we free spirits tend to just say whatever we're thinking."

"No, no, you're fine." Countered Steph, "I was just thinking of something. Really, don't worry about it."

"Well, if you think of my vag, let me know!" Beamed Carla, who immediately realized she had done it again and just glanced out the side window. Now SHE was beet red. Steph just chuckled quietly to herself.

Most of the rest of the shift was spent sitting or moving from the path of the snow plows. Then there was a quick lunch, eaten in the rig and one last call at 5 p.m. A man had wrenched his back trying to lift his car off of the end of his shovel. He had been clearing the driveway when his wife insisted she had to run to the store for milk and bread (panic food for anyone who has lived through a blizzard) and she backed over his shovel. Rather than simply have his wife pull the car forward a foot, Mr. Brainiac Machismo tried to lift the car a half inch to slide the shovel out. It didn't work but he certainly got out of shoveling for the rest of the week. 

As they left the ER, Carla asked Steph, "Do you think he really tried to lift it, or put on a good show to get out of shoveling?" 

"Good question," answered Steph, "The pain seemed real enough, but he could just be one hell of an actor."

All 7 ambulance crews were on pins and needles. Would the evening shift make it in and would anyone be held over. All the crews were told to stand by in their respective areas (two trucks were the primary EMS for a neighboring town) until called in to meet their relief. Carla and Stephanie were the third to be called in and they hugged the night crew before leaving. 

The drive home for Steph was scary at best. Her Yugo was not designed for this weather. It was not designed for any weather. It was not designed as a car but as a practice target for the Yugoslavian Army. Somehow, it got exported and suckers bought them. Steph had been one of the few to actually buy a used one. It was cheap as hell and had ONLY 70K miles. "Hey," she often said, "for fifty bucks and a bottle of Stolichnaya, I'll get what I can out of it." That was over 2 years ago and the damn thing would NOT die, but in snow, there was always hope.

She walked in the door, exhausted only to find the kids watching Nick Jr. and Rich asleep in his chair. She hugged the kids, and then she turned to Rich. "HEY! THE WORLD IS COMING TO AN END!" Steph shouted, adding, "BETTER RUN FOR FLORIDA!" 

Rich shot up at the racket and nearly had an 'accident'. When he leapt up he promptly tripped over the blanket he had draped over himself which sent the kids into a fit of howling laughter as he hit the floor. Luckily, he was not injured. Steph looked down and said, "Had you been hurt, you would have had to mend yourself. I'm too damn tired and have dealt with enough injuries today and it's too slippery to drag my colleagues out for you." She stepped over him and went into the kitchen, laughing to herself. 

Rich got up, embarrassed, gave the kids a look that really just made them laugh harder and went into the kitchen after Steph. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck and asked, "So, tough day, huh? Want me to make you something?"

She agreed to soup and a sandwich. Once he had it prepared, she sat and ate telling him about all the calls they faced and what a lousy situation the weather had created...AGAIN. The fifth snow storm, third blizzard in a month. Then she remembered the piercing. She looked to see that the kids weren't paying attention and smiled at Rich. He sensed she had something good to relate. He leaned in and she said, "Want to hear a good one? Do you recall Carla?" 

"She that young kid I met at the Christmas party, nice figure, bubbly as hell?" asked Rich.

"Yeah, guess what she did....no, never mind guessing, she got a clit piercing."

"Oh, oh, shit, that's awful. Why would anyone do that? Eeeeyoooo, don't tell me things like that," gasped the apparently shocked Rich. However shocked he may have been, he continued with, "Did you get to see it? How'd it look? You're not thinking of doing that are you?"

"Oh, hell no. My ears are pierced, that's more than enough for me and yes, I DID see it. I will NEVER do it, but it actually looked kind of cool."

"Where did she show you? Did she let you touch it? Did you touch it? Do you think she'd let ME touch it?"

"Slow down Rich, slow down. Yes, I DID touch it, gave it a little flick which I could see sent a shiver through her, but we were in the back of the truck and frankly, that wasn't the right place for much. Plus, we got a call. As for letting YOU touch, well, I have no idea, but she was definitely interested in me touching her again. She essentially hit on me at least twice."

"I don't blame her, you're a hot MILF, babe. Wanna invite her over? I could just watch if she's not into more mature men who happen to be ruggedly handsome and have very sexy bellies."

Steph sighed. She explained how she didn't know if she was even interested and that she felt it best to shy away from any more co-workers. Rich reluctantly agreed, conditionally...Steph had to tell him every time Carla came on to her. Steph didn't see any issues with that and thought it a reasonable request, so long as Rich didn't encourage an encounter. Steph didn't want that kind of pressure.

When Steph showed up for her day shift the next morning she was informed that Ralph had called and reported that he had thrown his back out shoveling snow. He was embarrassed to report that he had needed to call his local FD for transportation to the hospital where he was admitted for overnight observation. It seemed that they found he had a bit of a hernia as well AND his heart rhythm wasn't quite right. Ralph would be out of work for a few days. 

The Shift Supervisor asked Steph if she'd mind riding with Carla again. "You guys....and I say that in the generic, non-gender specific way, seemed to hit it off yesterday. Is it OK with you? You're senior person and can say no. Of course we'll have to put you with someone else like, oh, Charlie."

Charlie had a reputation for enjoying garlic a bit too much. He'd cover his various meals with garlic, even if most people wouldn't use it on say, New England clam chowder. He was an odd duck but felt garlic was the essence of life and commercial garlic pills just 'Don't have the same Oomph'. The only one who actually liked riding with Charlie was Dan who loved onions. Sometimes it was fun for other crews to respond to their calls and just watch the patients' reactions to the 'Olfactory Offender Squad'. Steph said without hesitation, "Carla. I'd love to ride with Carla until Ralph gets back. No further discussion." And there was none.

They pulled out of the garage and headed for breakfast. Though silent for the most part they did listen to the radio. Steph had put on the local rock station and began to sing along with "Africa" by Toto. Carla began to squirm in her seat as Steph turned towards the diner. Steph noticed and asked, "Everything OK?"

"What IS this? I'm not sure I like it," replied Carla.

"Toto," was the reply from Stephanie. "You must have heard this song before. It's a classic."

"Wasn't Toto the dog in the 'Wizard of Oz'? Did the dog sing?" 

Steph just shook her head and thought to herself, "Please Lord, please let me know that she's really not that dumb?"

After breakfast they sat on a side street near St. Mark's Hospital. They sat watching the traffic and the pedestrians, just sort of each in their own world until Steph suddenly blurted out, "Do you have issues at the airport? Do you tend to set off the metal detector?"

Carla just turned and wryly asked, "Have you been thinking about my clit? Are you intrigued or maybe a bit turned on by it?"

"No, I'm just curious. I mean, when you set off the detector, and I would guess you must, what do you do, how do you explain?"

"I simply tell the truth. 'Yes officer, I have a clit piercing. Want to verify it?' So far, no one has, though I've seen a few eyes widen," and Carla began to laugh picturing some of the incidents. "Thing is, I don't fly that often, but when I do, the stud does make the experience more fun."

Steph dropped the subject for the time being. 

The day was dead. Two of the trucks got transfer calls, going from one hospital to another, and one truck on the far side of the city was sent to the neighboring town for a multi vehicle crash but they were cleared within minutes of arriving. Steph and Carla were almost dying for a call, something to do.

"I'm so bored," began Carla, "I'm tempted to just climb in back and masturbate to pass the time."

This caught Steph a bit off guard and after regaining her composure, she added, "That could really kill off a few minutes. It's been four hours and NOTHING. Ugh. I'm bored as hell. I should have brought a book."

"Or you could masturbate. I think I will. I really think I will. Want to join me?" Carla didn't even wait for an answer. She just jumped out and climbed in the back via the side door. She slid her pants down a bit stretched out on the gurney.

Steph called back, "Hey, we have to keep that clean." It was too late, Carla was deeply into what she was doing. Steph watched as Carla moved about on her back, her fingers caressing the flaps of her lips. Steph, though due to Carla lying with her feet to the back of the rig, couldn't actually see Carla's pussy, but she could hear the moisture being moved about and could hear Carla's low soft moans. She could see her hips move about as Carla quickened her pace just a bit. Steph could feel herself getting a bit moist as well but had to maintain her composure as she sat in the driver's seat, turning around to watch rather than use the mirror.

Carla's fingers entered her love canal and with the free hand she caressed her breasts through her uniform shirt as she began to bounce up and down on the gurney, her moans becoming a bit louder and more frequent. She flicked her clit and tugged gently at the stud it contained as her climax approached. The hand which had been working her chest began to lower and she was now using both hands to rub herself into a state of ecstasy. As her orgasm finally overtook her, she nearly screamed which caused near panic in Steph who had unconsciously been gently rubbing herself through her pants.

A sudden knock at the window next to Steph's turned head nearly caused her to fly headfirst through the roof of the ambulance and she let out a scream. Carla assumed she too had just climaxed and started to congratulate Steph on letting her hair down, but when she heard a male voice asking where the Emergency Entrance to the hospital was, she just began to laugh hysterically. 

Steph's heart stopped racing within ten minutes and she yelled, also beginning to laugh, back at Carla, "Ok you, knock it off. This was NOT funny." But it was and Steph just could not help herself laughing as hard as Carla, who managed to pull her pants up and change the sheet on the cot before climbing back into the passenger side seat of the cab of the ambulance.

Steph just looked at her. Then she said, "You are out of your mind, do you know that?" Carla said she did and that was when the radio finally gave them a call. 

"Ambulance 6, please respond to 209 Victory Road to help a 40 year old man who states he's got a cut that won't stop bleeding. States he would rather not use his own vehicle to get to the ER due to the amount of blood."

"Must be quite a cut," said Carla to Steph as she acknowledged the call and Steph threw on the lights and siren. Sure, it was described as a cut and may very well be nothing more, but if this guy is fearful of the blood he'll get on his car.... Why take an unnecessary chance. People often would either exaggerate their injuries or be way too mundane in describing something serious. Responding to a call for help could never be dismissed as minor.

When Ambulance 6 rolled up to 209 Victory Road, a woman came out to meet the two EMTs. She walked right up to Steph and said, "It's my husband and he always makes a big deal out of everything. He's an ass. Don't kill yourselves getting to him. He's in the garage acting like it's a big deal. I really am sick of his bullshit." And she just kept talking as Steph and Carla entered the garage and found a man nearly unconscious and, not a pool of blood, but a POND of blood. His arm had nearly been severed by a table saw he was using. Carla dropped the kit and Steph immediately began to talk to the man, trying to keep him awake and alert while applying pressure to the wound. A tourniquet was applied due to the depth of the wound and a small flap of skin was folded over. 

The wife was still going on, now about the mess on the floor and how SHE wasn't going to clean it up and just how stupid her husband was. Steph was biting her tongue. She grabbed the mic on the radio and requested a paramedic unit ASAP. The woman just kept talking. Steph, mustering all the self control she could to keep from strangling the woman or at least screaming at her to SHUT THE FUCK UP, turned and through her clenched teeth, sneered, "Could you do us a huge favor and go out front and wait for our co-workers? They'll need you to lead them in. That would be wonderful," And she faked a very insincere smile as she continued to work the patient who by now was almost out cold. They had stopped the bleeding for the most part but this was so deep and so open, blood still managed to seep through the gauze dressing. Knowing he'd need blood, they figured a paramedic unit wouldn't be a bad idea. At the very least, they could get some plasma into him for starters.

The wife started to leave but turned back and said, "Why can't you just take care of this? Will my insurance cover all these attendants and ambulances and do you have to use so much stuff from your bag there? I'm just....

Steph lost it, "SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET OUT FRONT YOU IDIOT!"

The wife was so shocked at being yelled at it did shut her up...for about two seconds. Then she almost started again until she noticed that Steph was looking around.

"What are you looking for? Something to steel?"

"No, something to HIT YOU with! GET OUT FRONT...NOW!"

That finally did it. The wife went. That was when the man, who managed to identify himself as Harry, weakly looked up and said, "No, this was NOT a suicide attempt, but if it was, would you blame me?"

The paramedics arrived and after some more on scene treatment, Harry was rushed off to the hospital for some much needed care and some just as much needed rest. The wife began to threaten a law suit against Steph, the company, the city for having sent them, the Fire Department for not responding themselves, the state representative for having allowed Bay State EMS to function within their district, the State Office of Emergency Medical Services for allowing such a maniac to be an EMT and so on and so forth. Steph smiled politely and just ignored the rant as she jumped back into the truck to head for a clean up at the garage. As they pulled away, Carla laughed harder than ever. "I was SURE you were going to clock that bitch! She would have deserved it!"

"Now to hope I don't get fired," sighed Steph, but then even she had to laugh. "I bet it WAS a suicide attempt and I can't say I WOULD blame him."

A complaint from the wife did come in even before Ambulance 6 cleared the house, but once Harry was able to speak (several days later), he called the company and demanded that the EMTs who saved his life were to be commended and that his shrew of a wife's complaint was to not only be ignored, but taken from any files they might be in. If they didn't do as he asked, he would file a different complaint with someone but just who, he hadn't figured that out yet.

The shift ended as Carla and Steph filled out incident reports in response to the complaint, telling their side. Carla glossed over what she did and didn't see (I was rather busy with the patient and not paying attention to non-patient related matters. I had tunnel vision.) and Steph simply admitted to everything and explained why, without seeming to be whining about the mean old lady. She listed her issues with the woman, the woman's response and HER counter response and left it to fate as to what would happen.

Once the shift was over, Steph asked Carla if she wanted to go out for a beer. Carla loved the idea. After finishing up some paper work, they hit The Olde Green Lantern Pub, a dingy little Irish pub that was one of the best in the city. What it lacked in spic and span, it had in charm and the food could be outstanding. Not a trendy place in the least and in fact, the owner had made a point of staying a bit dingy just to keep the hipsters away. It was working and the regular and even semi-regular clientele loved him for it.

Carla and Steph each ordered a Harp Lager and a shot of Jameson. It was one of the few places you could get a shot and a beer and it was another reason the regulars loved the place. Carla sent the shot right down her gullet and then chugged the beer, ordering a second round before Steph could finish sipping her whiskey. 

"Slow down Otis, you still have to drive home," cautioned Steph.

"Who's Otis?" asked Carla sincerely.

"You never watched the 'Andy Griffith Show'? Otis, the town drunk? You don't know him?" 

"No, can't say I have a clue what you're talking about, but that's OK, you're so damn old, you probably remember when World War 2 was starting." Carla chuckled at that as she shot the second glass of whiskey down her throat. This time, she sipped the beer. No getting drunk for Carla, not tonight or at least not yet.

They sat and talked about the day and poor Harry and how horrible his wife was. Carla asked if that's how Steph was with HER husband which Steph assured her was NOT the case. They talked about how dull the day had been. They talked about the 'Andy Griffith Show'. The conversation was all over the place as the third round came. This time, Steph did fire the shot down. She was mellow, nothing more, however, she was just loose enough to bring up the event in the back of the ambulance.

"I wondered when you would get around to asking about that," Carla slyly purred. 

"Well, of course I'm bringing it up. That really wasn't cool. What if someone had peeked in?" asked Steph.




New Partners-New Adventures



"They'd get a hell of a show," grinned Carla. It was painfully obvious to Steph that Carla was in no way regretful, so she decided to drop it. Carla, on the other hand saw the opening and ran with it. "So tell me, are you that repressed? Don't you just want to cut loose now and then and do something really outrageous and sexy?"

The next round came. Both were starting to feel the booze. They were both acutely aware that they had a little way to inebriation, but being buzzed had been accomplished and Steph decided, or maybe it was the drinks that decided, that enough was enough. "What in the hell makes you think I'm repressed? What, sexually? Me? Repressed? Where do you get that?" She asked.

Carla replied, "Oh come on, I'm not criticizing, I'm just pointing out that you seem to have a hang up with sex. Don't you have a healthy sex life? You always seem to want to change the subject or you condemn masturbation and seemed genuinely freaked out when I mentioned that I've had sex with a couple of women. Wouldn't you call all that being a bit repressed?"

Steph sighed. She leaned in and in a very low tone, (Carla even asked her to speak up just a bit) began to inform Carla as to just how UN-repressed she was. She began at the beginning telling how she and Rich had a very healthy sex life but it was becoming a bit routine. She then told Carla about the first threesome with Dave. Carla's eyes widened and she smiled. Then came the story about her visit with her old friend Sandy. When she finished, she leaned in just a bit closer and said, "See, I'm certainly NOT against being up against a woman." She gave Carla a little lick on her cheek after saying that, which sent a shiver through Carla who was still a bit in shock.

Steph continued her story by describing the New Year's Eve party where everyone got a piece. Carla just sat in stunned silence. Without naming names, Steph spoke in vague terms about how she and Rich had been with another couple on two occasions. "Then there was also....nah, that's it. I think I've exhausted my stories." She had caught herself just before telling about the night with Barry and Lenny, but then added, "Oh and the kid across the street got a hand job for his 21st birthday. Almost forgot that."

Carla fired down the shot and then took Steph's and fired that down as well. "Wow, you make me look like a nun. Why have you been holding out on me?" she asked, stunned and a bit turned on.

"I didn't see a reason to share. I'm not one to brag or anything."

"So, let me get this straight, you and your hubby are real swingers, eh? Wow, at your age and being fa...." She caught herself and without breaking much stride, "Rich must be a real stud?"

Steph found that this day was causing permanent teeth marks to form in her tongue but she spoke up very diplomatically, replying, "Um, I don't think I'm FAT. Extra weight? Yes, I admit that, but damn, there are plenty of guys...AND WOMEN, who find me very attractive. As for my husband, he's a good looking man with some serious talents and is a VERY generous lover. Hell, I think he's the best looking man since Mel Gibson and not one woman who has been with him has complained."

"I am SO sorry, I didn't mean to imply anything or...shit, I'm making an ass of myself. I'm sorry. Maybe I should just go home and..." Steph cut her off.

"No, you can't drive and neither can I. I'll call my husband and he can pick us up. Tomorrow, I'll pick you up, we'll come get your car and everything will be wicked pissah. As for your big mouth," Steph giggled, "I will forgive you. As I said, I'm not svelte, I'm what's known as Reubenesque," adding very proudly, "women like me have been the subject of great paintings for centuries, mostly nudes. So THERE!" and she gave Carla the raspberries. 

Carla was feeling a bit better. Steph had a nice sense of humor and wasn't overly sensitive. Both were in no condition to drive so Rich was called and responded post haste.

When he arrived, Rich sat out front and awaited his fares. Carla and Steph came out and jumped into the car. "Where are the kids?" asked Steph. Rich replied that Lydia had come over to keep to eye on them while he picked up his 'drunken barfly wife'. Carla howled at that from the backseat. "Where exactly do you live again?" asked Steph.

Carla had to think for a second. Neither of them were all THAT drunk, but they were both in a rather silly mood. Carla replied to the question with, "In my dreams and fantasies! Outside of them, I just exist, I don't live."

"That sounds so sad," countered Steph.

"No, I'm happy as hell. I got a nice boyfriend who's open to new things and has a lovely dick." Began Carla, "But you want to know where I sleep and keep my stuff, right?"

"Right. Where do you do that?"

"Shady Park, other side of the river."

"That's TEN MILES out of our way. You stay with us tonight. We have room. We'll get up in the morning and on the way to work we'll stop for your car. I hope you don't mind us NOT going to Shady Park...it's too...too, SHADY!"

Both ladies laughed like hell at that rather sad attempt at a joke. Rich just chuckled.

When they got home, Rich thanked Lydia who just chuckled herself at the sight then whispered to Rich, "You going to hit that tonight?" Rich just grinned and said, "I have no plans. Plus, she's just a kid Stephanie WORKS with. I don't see anything going on. You're a trouble maker, aren't you?" They both laughed and Lydia left.

This was the first time Carla got a good look at Rich. Staring at Rich, she said to Steph, "You said he was better looking than Mel Gibson and hung like a horse. I can't see a resemblance to Mel and can only speculate about his being hung."

"You told her I was better looking than MEL GIBSON?" Asked Rich in total disbelief.

"No, I said HE was better looking and your cock never came up," said Steph.

"Not yet, maybe." Carla jumped on the joke that Steph had unintentionally set up. Then she added to Rich, "Oh, don't take my Mel remark the wrong way, first off he's a great looking old dude. And for the record, you really are a cute kind of guy and I'm not concerned with whether you are or are not hung like a horse. Either way, I'm sure it's a nice looking pecker."

"CARLA!" Fired Steph, though not in an actual tone of anger. Steph began to get some urges. She went over and put her arms around both Carla and Rich who were still standing somewhat close. She pulled them towards her and each other and said, "Do you remember the movie 'Debbie Does Dallas'? Old classic and famous 70s porn movie." Rich did and said so. Carla just had a puzzled look on her face but nodded anyway. Steph continued, "There's a scene where Debbie, or one of the other girls does this guy while his wife watches. I think that scene is hot. How would you feel about acting it out, the three of us?"

Rich did not want to be the first to answer out loud. He didn't even know Carla and to seem too anxious might turn her off, plus, he was no Mel Gibson, just 'kind of cute'.

Carla mulled it over. In her mind, she was saying, "Hell, yeah, sounds like fun." But outwardly she was much more poetic, saying, "Is it wise to explore these unknown avenues of desire which could bring about unforeseen and complicated consequences?" She was shitfaced and it didn't come out that well. 

Here was another issue that Rich was having. She was drunk and would that be wrong of him to....suddenly Carla was unzipping his fly. Rich was getting hard and Steph was leering at the two of them as she stripped down and sat on the couch. Abruptly, she looked at Rich and said, "OH SHIT, ARE THE KIDS UP?"

Rich said, "Steph, look at the time, it's after eleven. The kids have been asleep since before you called. No worries."

But Steph was a tad concerned and suggest they go down stairs to the family room where they were just that much farther from the kids so any noise would not wake them.

When they got to the basement, Steph, already naked, sat on the edge of the sectional sofa. Carla was groping Rich whose pants were now around his ankles. He stepped out of them carefully so as to not trip and fall. His shirt was removed in a joint effort by him and Carla who then promptly pushed him onto the sofa and then stripped. 

"So, I get to see your piercing? Awesome," said a now very enthusiastic Rich.

Carla looked over at the totally nude Steph and began to speak but was caught off guard by just how good Steph looked naked. She just stared for a moment until Steph said, "You wanted to say something?"

Carla shook herself out of her trance and said, "Oh, yeah, so, what, you TOLD him about my clit?"

"Sure did. I told him I'd NEVER get one and I never will, but I thought it was very cute on your lovely pussy."

"YOU CALLED MY PUSSY LOVELY? How sweet!" And Carla went over to give Steph a very sensual kiss but Steph stopped her saying, "No, I'm just an observer. Another time you can do that...and maybe me!" Steph said.

Carla stepped back over to Rich who was sitting there all grinning and glowing. She sat down on the couch next to him and put her right arm around him, leaned in and they kissed. It was a quick kiss, nothing passionate. They were still getting to know each other. Carla kept her face close to Rich's and they kissed again, then again, paused, then kissed again, this time a bit more deeply. Carla pulled back a bit, giggled then leaned in again to lick Rich's ear. Rich always liked that and felt that Stephanie didn't do it nearly enough so he let Carla have her way with him. He actually felt himself getting harder, or so it seemed. If it was possible, it was happening. Carla's hand began to rub Rich's chest, pulling gently at the hair, cupping his man boobs (Rich became a bit self conscious about his weight now and his erection felt like it was shrinking) and tracing his nipples. 

In the meantime, Steph sat with one foot on the floor and one foot on the couch, her pussy opened wide, breathing in the musk coming from a few feet away. She kept her fingers away from her mound and simply traced her breasts and torso, running her fingers over her thighs, not wanting to start before the show got intense. Carla looked unbelievable. Steph was not a fan of piercings or tattoos, but Carla had both. The piercing was just the one in her clit and three earrings in each ear. She had three tattoos. One was a tribal tramp stamp on her back, one was on the side of her left thigh and was a little heart with a wreath around it and one was on her right shoulder blade. It was a name, Brenda. Steph wondered who Brenda might be and then continued to simply visually examine every inch of Carla's body she could see. She had noticed that Carla had absolutely no hair on her pussy, not one single strand of pube. It looked so smooth and soft, but tonight was not the night to find out just how soft. She was impressed with how fit Carla was, obviously she worked out and ate right. "Ah," she thought, "Someday, maybe I'll be...." She began to chuckle to herself quietly. As Carla kissed and licked Rich's ears and face, her breasts jiggled. They were small, but not tiny. Carla had to be about a B cup, maybe a big A. Her nipples were very large and pronounced and quite erect. "She's having fun." Steph thought to herself. It was an effort NOT to begin rubbing herself. 

Rich was in a euphoric state. His left ear was a bit damp but it felt SO good. Then Carla stopped and began to kiss his shoulder, his chest, his hips. She got on her knees on the couch exposing herself to Steph who's eyes lit up as Carla's bum cheeks spread and her vagina opened up. Carla knew what she was doing. Carla bent low over Rich's member and ran her fingertips up and down it. She gave it a little kiss and then looked up at Rich who was staring intently as this lovely creature. "It's very nice looking. Good shape to it and the head is just right proportionately. The coloring is very good, and it's not too vaney." She was critiquing his penis! Rich was actually OK with this. She was being very complimentary. She continued, "Though not overly long, sorry Rich, it has a good adequate length and a splendid girth." Rich wasn't sure he was entirely enjoying the review as much now but when she engulfed him with her mouth, he no longer cared. 

As she moved slowly up and down on his cock, her ass also rocked and Steph just stared, straight into her lower brown eye, mesmerized by the shape. She realized suddenly that Carla must bleach her ass. She couldn't help it when she blurted out, "Carla, do you bleach your ass?"

Carla looked over her shoulder, keeping a firm grip on Rich, smiled and said, "Yeah, isn't it awesome?" Then she turned back to her task. It WAS awesome and Steph was very impressed. She watched closely but Carla was blocking the view of what she was doing to Rich. "I can't see what you're doing. Don't get me wrong, I'm loving what I AM seeing, but I feel it's only part of the show," added Steph.

Carla repositioned herself so that she was in front of Rich. She stuck her tongue out as far as she could and removed her hand from his member. It was sticking straight up. Carla moved in and licked the shaft, top to bottom like she was licking an ice cream cone. She started at the bottom, slowly worked her way up wards, slipping her tongue back and forth until she reached the head. Then back down for another go. No hands, just tongue. Each time she got to the tip, Rich let out a sigh. Steph was very much enjoying the show. 

Carla did this for a few minutes, always making a point to NOT touch him. She looked over at Steph, grinned and said, "If I avoid touching him with my hand, he won't cum too fast. I want to taste you, too, you know that, right?"

Steph acknowledged her and pointed at Rich's cock as if to say, "back to work." Carla obliged. She began to give his penis little kisses, up and down the shaft but suddenly stopped when Rich said, "I AM going to get a shot at that stud, right?"

Carla knew what he meant, but was being playful when she responded; "My boyfriend isn't into guys. I should have said something earlier, so sorry, you'll never....." she stopped, giggled and said, as if actually surprised, "OH, MY CLIT STUD, well sweetness, you can have it right now." And she got up from the floor and sat on the sofa, grabbing Rich by the back of the head and pushing his face down. He got up and dove in. After licking her a little and letting his tongue diddle her piercing, he backed off a bit and just gazed at it. His arms were wrapped around her thighs. He looked up and said, "Hey, that's kind of neat." Looking towards Steph, he began, " I think one of those would look GREAT on...." He couldn't finish the sentence before Steph growled back, "No way in hell." He sighed and began to flick the stud gently with his fingers. Carla was shivering. She looked down into Rich's eyes and said, "Go on, lick away, baby. Let your tongue dance over it, nibble it if you want. It's aaaaawwl good."

Rich didn't need to be told twice and he did just as she had suggested. Several minutes passed, Rich was not anxious to finish, he was having too much fun playing with the silver stud. When he started to suck on it, Carla tensed up and she grabbed his head and pushed him into her. Rich began to hum a bit as he sucked and fluttered his tongue over the stud. Steph was having a tougher time keeping her hands clear of her own clit and finally gave it, but rubbed very slowly and lightly. Still too soon, even if Carla was about to cum, she wasn't ready.

Carla began to rock her hips back and forth meeting Rich's hungry mouth, her moaning becoming just a bit more intense. Her feet were tingling. She threw her head back with her eyes closed but then turned to watch Steph. As she did, she licked her lips and smiled as Steph watched intently at the couple before her. Her husband was running amok on her new partner's pussy. It was a beautiful sight for Steph to watch, they were so into what was happening it was like performance art, not pornography. Carla came and came hard, Steph counted what seemed like three really hard orgasms and maybe two or three milder ones. Rich was still devouring Carla. Carla actually had to push Rich's head away to get him to stop. "I need a rest, baby, I need a rest," was all she could let slide from her lips. Rich rested his head on her knee and stroked her calf.

Steph was still rubbing gently. No way were they done. Carla, after catching her breath for a few minutes asked Rich, "Do you object to using a condom? I'm clean and I'm sure you are too, but...IDK, I just feel better on our first outing."

Rich hadn't used a condom in years and hated them, but he also knew what it meant to respect the wishes of a partner. He agreed but said he didn't have any. Carla got up and weakly walked over to grab her pants where she had one in her pocket. She positioned Rich on the couch and grasped his still amazingly hard erection and began to unfurl the latex barrier over him. Once it was on, she said, "Now, take me from behind so Steph can see your balls swinging."

They moved to a spot only inches from Steph instead of the couple of feet away where they had been at. Carla got up on the sofa and spread her butt. Rich inserted himself and began slowly at first, keeping a nice steady rhythm. Steph got up and sat on the floor so that she could see her husband's manhood entering and exiting Carla's womanhood more clearly. She watched for a few minutes as Rich began to instinctively increase speed. He was having trouble controlling himself and Carla could feel it. He started to do his little maneuver where he'd get up on his toes, rotate his hips, bend his knees a bit, just to sort of add to the experience. Carla was liking the extra little bit of care Rich took to satisfy her. Steph got back on the couch and began to rub in earnest now. Carla spoke to Rich as he slammed into her. "It's like CPR. Keep a good steady rhythm. Hum the tune 'Staying Alive' and do your thrusts to that beat. I wish I could talk Steph into doing the breaths."

Rich didn't really know CPR, even though Steph had taught him, but he did know 'Staying Alive', so he began to sing it quietly and in no time, had the beat down perfectly. The speed was just right and he grabbed Carla's ass with both hands and pounded away. He could feel her muscles tighten on his shaft and he was damn close to cumming. He could pull out and cum without the damn condom or just keep going. He decided he was too close and too deep into his rhythm to stop, so he just....kept....pushing....and pulling until.....HE EXPLODED into the condom and let out a muffled scream. He still hated the damn condom, but he was cumming so intently, it didn't seem to matter. He could hear Carla mimicking his screams, burying her face in the pillow. Almost simultaneously, Steph also came and Carla turned her head to watch. Carla had squirted a bit. Rich could feel his balls dripping with her juices. Overall, it was quite the experience and he was overjoyed he had lasted as long as he had, for the sake of BOTH of these lovely ladies. He pulled out his cock and staggered towards the bathroom so as to remove the sheath from his sword. Once it was gone and buried under some tissue, he cleaned himself up a bit and went back to rejoin the ladies. Carla had crawled over and was resting her head on Steph's stomach, her body between Steph's legs, which were now wrapped around Carla's waist. Steph had her arms around Carla and was stroking her back. Rich just sat and stared for a few minutes. 

Finally, Carla stirred. "Well, that was nice. Rich, you know your way around a woman, though your total lack of attention to my breasts was a bit disappointing. Let's work on that, shall we?"

Rich agreed. He then said, "You know something, I think I should really get dressed and go check on the kids, then hit the sack. You have worn me out, Carla, in such a wonderful way." He staggered off and headed up stairs while putting on his clothes. 




New Partners-New Adventures



Carla gave Steph a couple of small kisses between her breasts, then stretched a bit and kissed her lips. They kissed for several minutes before Steph said, "It really is time to get some sleep. We both have to work in..." she glanced at the clock on the nearby wall and exclaimed, "FOUR HOURS! HOLY SHIT!" She almost jumped up but Carla had actually fallen asleep right then and there and had her pinned. "How did she sleep through my yelling?" she wondered aloud, then shook Carla gently to wake her. "Hey, come on, time to get up from all this sex and get some sleep, REAL sleep."

Carla groggily agreed. The sex and the booze had taken their toll and the fact that it was nearly one in the morning didn't help. The girls made their way upstairs. Steph got Carla situated in the guest bedroom and then climbed in with Rich, who was on the verge of a coma. "So," she began, "What did you think of Carla?"

Rich was essentially unconscious, but there was no mistaking his groan of satisfaction, especially once he added, "mmmmm, good." Then he drifted off. 

Steph lay staring at the ceiling in the dark room. She smiled to herself and thought, "Well, I guess there's one more notch on my belt, and now just at work, I'm up to three." She sighed, rolled over and fell into a deep sleep. Tomorrow was another day, another long day, but at least she and her partner would have some good memories to get them through it.