They sat down on the couch and little Jackson crawled over and pulled himself up on Jenna’s legs. “Mama!” The little boy said as he held his arms up for her to pick him up.
Jenna pulled him into her lap and held him close, tears running down her face. When he started to squirm, she kissed him and put him back down. She wiped her eyes and looked at Sam. “We had an emergency delivery today. A woman who was twenty four weeks pregnant was hit by a car. Dr. Barnes delivered the baby via C-section, but the mom died in recovery. The baby is in NICU.” She paused to get her emotions under control. “Sam, he’s so tiny and he’s all alone now. Apparently the woman had no one.”
“Oh baby, how awful.” Sam pulled Jenna to her, stroking her hair. She didn’t say anything else because what could she say that would make it any less terrible? Her heart ached as a mother.
After a few minutes, Jenna pulled herself together and leaned back. “I was thinking about something in the car. I don’t know how we would even go about it, but I want to talk to you about it.” She took a deep breath. “He needs to have human contact and someone to talk to him. I know the nurses will do what they can and there are volunteers, but he needs someone consistent so that he knows he’s loved.”
Sam smiled. You are such a wonderful person, it’s no wonder you’re a good nurse. “Let me see if I know where you’re going with this. You want us to visit and spend time with him? Is that it?”
Jenna kissed Sam’s mouth quickly. “You know me too well. Yes, would you be willing to do that? There’s more though.” She took Sam’s hand in hers. “I want to find out what it would take for us to become his foster parents. Would you be willing to do that?”
“Oh honey. You don’t even have to ask me that. You are such a loving person and it shows in how much you care about your patients. We need to make sure we are emotionally prepared for this though; we don’t know if it’s possible or how long it could take. I’m in one hundred percent though. I feel like this little boy is meant for us, he and Jackson would have something in common; they’ve both lost a parent before they ever knew them.” She hugged Jenna again.
“I knew you would feel that way too. We have something else to think about too. I should be starting my period any day now. What if I’m pregnant? Are we prepared to have three babies in our house?” Jenna asked. I’m not even sure if we are ready for two babies!
Sam laughed. “Well, those are some real possibilities that we have to think about. We need to remember that this little boy may have some lasting medical issues because he was born so early; are we prepared to deal with those? The good thing is, I happen to know a few nurses!”
Jenna turned quickly and leaned on Sam, kissing her hard. “I love you so much. I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you, but I don’t care. All I care about is you’re mine now and I’m never letting go of you.”
The kiss continued into more kisses and Sam had to pull back before they got too far into it. “Wow. As much as I hate to stop this make out session, we need to get some dinner and your son needs a bath.”
Jenna groaned. “Only if we can pick up where we left off later; you do things to me and now I’m all hot. If I promise to be a good girl, will you reward me?” She reached out and playfully tweaked Sam’s nipple.
“Hey! Watch it! That’s not being very good.” Sam reached up and rubbed her breast for show, watching Jenna’s eyes glued to it. “Now, go. You’re making parts of me throb.”
Two hours later the baby was bathed, dinner was cleaned up and Sam was putting Jackson to bed. Jenna went outside to turn the hot tub on and then headed to change into her suit. She rounded the corner into the hall and ran head on into Sam.
Sam caught her around the waist and pushed her against the wall. “Where are you going in such a hurry?” She said nipping at Jenna’s neck with her teeth.
Jenna made a low hum as Sam continued her attention on sensitive parts of her neck. “I.. mm.. I was going to put my suit on .. mmm.. do you want to join me?” She caught her breath as Sam’s teeth pinched her skin.
“How about we go without?” Sam said as she reached for Jenna’s shirt and pulled it over her head, letting it drop to the floor. “It’s too nice out for suits. I don’t want anything to impede my hands or mouth either.”
Jenna made a low growl. “Whatever you want my love.” She reached behind her and flicked the clasp on her bra. She watched Sam’s eyes follow her hands as she slid the straps down and let the bra drop to the floor. God the way you look at me makes me feel like I am the only woman in the world. I hope you never stop looking at me like that.
“We’d better get in now or I’m going to take you right against this wall.” Sam said, her eyes flitting from Jenna’s chest to her face.
“Oh my God, Sam! Who cares about the fucking hot tub, what hot tub?” Jenna panted out. Her heart was racing and she could feel her nipples harden under Sam’s gaze. Oh my God, I’ve never heard her talk like that! Why does that turn me on so much?
Sam didn’t wait for any further permission. She pressed Jenna against the wall, using her own body weight to hold her there. Her right hand dove into Jenna’s shorts, finding her already wet and ready. Her left hand pulled Jenna’s right leg up to give her better access as she pinned her against the wall with a kiss.
“Oh, oh my God Sam. Oh my God baby, mm.” Jenna groaned as Sam thrust her fingers deeper and faster. She threw her arms around Sam’s neck to keep herself from falling and felt Sam lodge her left hip under her to support her.
Sam rammed her thumb against Jenna’s clit with each thrust and she felt Jenna’s muscles start to contract around her fingers. She knew Jenna was close to an orgasm already and she wasn’t about to give her the satisfaction yet. She pulled her fingers out quickly and removed her hand from Jenna’s pants. “I didn’t tell you that you could cum yet.” She said as Jenna started to protest and grab her hand, pulling it back towards her.
“Baby, please! My clit is pounding, I need you.” Without thinking Jenna ran her own hand into her shorts, looking for release. Sam snatched Jenna’s hand out of her shorts, spinning her around to face the wall. She leaned against her and she felt Jenna arch back against her.
“I don’t think so.” Sam scolded Jenna and then ran her own hand down the back of Jenna’s shorts, cupping her and squeezing. She could feel that Jenna’s wetness had soaked through. “Oh God, you are so wet.” With one hand pushing in the small of Jenna’s back, she used her other hand to pull her shorts and underwear to the ground. “Step out of them.” She instructed Jenna.
Jenna looked back over her shoulder at Sam, groaning as she did what she was told. “Now spread your legs open.” Sam demanded, as she knelt quickly to the floor.
“Oh God yes Sam.” Jenna pleaded as she rocked her hips back, trying to make contact with Sam. She let out a short cry as she felt a hard smack on her bare ass, followed by fingers pulling her clit down. Her legs felt like they were shaking, maybe they were? God what is she doing? She has never been this way. I never knew this would turn me on…. Her thoughts were interrupted by another biting smack to the other ass check this time. Again, Sam’s fingers were pinching and pulling at her clit. She could feel her wetness running down her thighs. She felt Sam move slightly and then enter her from behind with not just one, but three fingers in a quick, hard thrust. She cried out in surprise and then again in disappointment as the fingers were pulled out. Again, another hard smack came on her ass, it stung but Jenna wanted more. “Oh God Sam, yes baby; oh my God how did you know?” Her legs began to shake.
Sam smacked again and then pulled Jenna’s clit between her fingers, rolling it. She felt Jenna’s body shudder with pleasure. Her hand was coated in Jenna’s wetness; she brought her hand to her mouth and tasted it. “I love the way you taste Jenna, so sweet.” She stood up, wrapping her left arm around Jenna just under her breasts and then smacked her ass again, this time harder. She rocked her hips into Jenna’s ass, whispering in her ear “I’m going to fuck y
ou now.”
Jenna felt like she was going to pass out or fall, maybe both. All she could do was groan in anticipation. She was concentrating on holding herself up when she felt another pinch on her clit. She cried out in pleasure and pain. “Sam, I’m going to fall.”
“No you’re not. I won’t let you, but you are going to cum for me. How much do you want to cum?” Sam pinched again and then rammed her fingers into Jenna hard. She held her tight with the other arm and began to thrust hard, her hips rocking with the rhythm her hand was setting. She pulled her fingers out again and pinched Jenna’s clit again.
“Sam, please, I’m begging you. I can’t take any more; I need you to let me come.” Jenna cried as she tried desperately to pull Sam’s hand from her chest down to her crotch.
Sam leaned closer, licking the edge of Jenna’s ear. “You know I could never deny you anything. I love you too much. Now cum.” She slid her fingers back in again, careful to rub those lovely ridges of Jenna’s g-spot with every thrust. Her own need was pounding, she was afraid she was going to cum as she moved her hand faster inside Jenna. She felt Jenna’s muscles grip her fingers in quickening ripples and knew she was on the edge. She groaned and pressed harder against Jenna’s back.
I don’t think I can stand up. Oh God I need to cum so hard. Jenna’s breaths were coming in short gasps as she shuddered on the edge. Her mind scrambled to keep up with her body’s need. She was vaguely aware that Sam had slid her arm down in front of her but when she felt her fingers close around her clit and pinch once again, she screamed as she fell over the edge into a hard orgasm. Her hands braced on the wall, trying desperately to hold herself up as she felt her legs give. Sam’s strong arms guided her to the floor and she felt gentle kisses over her body.
Sam carefully watched Jenna’s face for her reaction to it all. She hadn’t really been that forceful but in the back of her mind she worried that Jenna’s past experiences would make it feel like it had been. Jenna’s eyes popped open after a few minutes. Sam could see their color was still dark, a sure sign that she was still aroused.
Sam started to speak, but Jenna’s fingers on her lips stopped her. “Don’t. I don’t care what your worries might be, they are unfounded. I know you would never hurt me. What I need right now, is your mouth on me. Either you do that or I am going to touch myself because I need to cum again and I can’t wait.” Jenna’s eyes did not leave Sam’s as she waited.
Sam nodded and waited for Jenna to show her how she wanted it. It was Jenna’s turn to be in control. Whatever her baby wanted, she would get. She wasn’t surprised when Jenna rolled her on to her back and straddled her. It was, after all, Jenna’s favorite position. Jenna positioned herself over Sam’s head. “Sam, I need you to lick me, suck me, everything! I need it right now or I’m going to explode. My clit is pounding so hard. And don’t you worry…” She ran her hands up her chest and squeezed her own breasts. “When you’re done, I’m going to feast on you.” Her hips rocked forward invitingly.
Jenna ran one hand down over her stomach, using her fingers to hold herself open. “Lick me Sam.” She instructed. “I love the way your tongue feels on me.” It was too much; Sam stared at Jenna’s offering a brief second before grabbing a hold of Jenna’s hips and leaning up to taste her. She felt Jenna arch back, pushing herself into Sam’s tongue. Sam wasted no time; she flicked Jenna’s clit a few times lightly and then sucked it hard. Her tongue found its way back to Jenna’s dripping opening, plunging in and then licking up over her clit again.
“Oh God! Oh my God! Mmm, just like that, yes!” Jenna cried out as she fell forward, bracing her hands on the floor above Sam’s head. She opened her eyes and was startled to find that this vantage point was yet another turn on. She could watch Sam licking her, she could see her tongue touching those sensitive spots. Oh my God who am I today? There is something so hot about watching Sam’s mouth and tongue on me. Jesus I’m so.. oh God…what is she doing to me?
“Fuck that feels good, what are you doing baby? What are you doing to me?” Jenna whispered hoarsely as she watched Sam. “Seriously, oh.. my.. God.. what.. oh Jesus.. are you doing what.. I think you are?” She panted out.
Sam opened her eyes, looking in Jenna’s eyes. She did not stop what she was doing with her mouth to answer, but nodded her head instead. Jenna’s eyes grew round and she thought for a moment that she would ask her to stop, but she didn’t. Instead, Jenna braced herself on one hand, reaching behind her to find Sam’s hand. A groan escaped Jenna as she confirmed with a touch of her hand that Sam was using a finger to trace her asshole as she continued to pleasure her with her mouth. Jenna quickly placed the other hand back on the floor to hold herself up and focused on this new sensation.
“Ahh, fuck. That feels good, Jesus what has come over me today?” She unconsciously lowered herself, trying to feel more pressure. I can’t believe I like this, I never thought it would be something I’d like. God, would it hurt if she pushed it in a bit? Could I ask her? She braced herself again, reaching back with one hand to find Sam’s hand. She found her finger and carefully guided it with more pressure on her hole. Just as she did so, Sam grabbed her clit with her teeth.
“Sam! Jesus you almost made me push it in!” She looked down at Sam’s half-hidden face; Sam’s eyes were smiling with amusement and pleasure. She slowly added more pressure to Sam’s finger with her own hand, feeling her rim tighten at it.
Sam pulled her finger down Jenna’s slit, lubricating it with her own wetness and then allowed Jenna to guide it back to her ass. She was enthralled watching the expression of pleasure and nervousness on Jenna’s face each time her finger threatened to move in past the rim. She decided a smoke screen was needed, so she reached with her free hand and began to twist Jenna’s nipples. This caused Jenna to look down and gasp, leaving Sam the perfect opportunity to push her finger just past the rim of Jenna’s asshole.
Jenna screamed as the orgasm came almost instantaneously. She collapsed, her head resting on the floor above Sam. “That was a cheap shot!” She panted out, a glazed smile on her face. “I won’t forget that. Now, give me a few minutes to recover and then I’m going to show you just how hot you made me!”
Sam laughed and carefully rolled Jenna to her side, wiggling up next to her. “I love you Jenna. I will gladly take my punishment.”
****
Stacy was restless and irritated, although she didn’t know why. She had been home from work for over an hour and had zero motivation to do anything. She picked up her phone, seeing no messages she angrily tossed it aside. What is my problem? PMS? No, it’s not that time. I feel like I could totally go off on someone.
It had been three days since she texted Randy about going to the range again, but she had received no answer at all. The least she could do is reply and tell me to fuck off. She was pissed, her ego was bruised and she hated to be ignored. She picked up her phone again and typed a quick text to Randy. Are you ever going to respond to me or are you ignoring me now? She hit send and then decided to go for a run.
A mile and a half later, she had finished her loop and was rounding the corner in front of her apartment when she literally ran right into Randy. Again.
“Jesus Evans, don’t you ever watch where you’re going? I hope you’re more observant in the fucking lab! You’re like a train wreck looking for a place to happen!” Randy shouted at her, pushing Stacy back away from her.
Stacy blinked, taken back by Randy’s harsh tone and words. “I.. I’m sorry. I didn’t see you there.” She noted that Randy was still in uniform and was probably just getting home from work.
“Well no shit Sherlock. Pay attention to your surroundings; you’re going to get yourself killed or worse, someone else killed. You don’t have any business working out in the field if you can’t be aware of your surroundings better than this.” Randy huffed and headed towards her apartment door.
Stacy was still stunned by Randy’s overreaction and it took her a minute to process the outburst. Her ang
er got the better of her and she stomped after Randy, cutting her off as she got to her door. “Well excuse me for living Officer High and Mighty. Who died and announced that you were assuming the throne? I said I was sorry; no one was hurt, what is your fucking problem? And furthermore, why the hell can’t you be polite and at least answer my text messages?” She shouted back at Randy.
“I am so not in the mood for this female bullshit tonight. The last thing I need to deal with right now is an immature, spoiled brat who thinks the world should revolve around her and heaven forbid if someone doesn’t answer her goddamn text messages.” Randy pushed past her and opened the door.
“Excuse me? Immature? Spoiled brat? It looks like the pot calling the kettle black since you’re the one throwing a temper tantrum like a two-year old all because I ran into you by accident! Grow up and pull your head out of your ass. I’m surprised you can get your big ass head through this door with your over-inflated ego!” Stacy hadn’t realized that she had followed Randy into her apartment without invitation as she yelled at her. “It’s no wonder you’re single, what kind of woman would deal with your ego?”
Randy turned around slowly to face Stacy; her face was pale. “Get the fuck out of my house.” She said in an oddly quiet and calm voice. She held the door open for Stacy, not making eye contact with her.
Stacy closed her eyes briefly. She knew her mouth had the power to get her in trouble and now she had just probably ruined the only friendship she had in this town. “I’m sorry.” She whispered as she passed Randy and walked out the door without looking back.
Randy closed the door with a slam and flopped down on her couch. It had been a hellish shift. She and her partner had responded to a hit and run call. The woman had been hit by a car and was in bad shape when the EMT’s had sped away with her to an open location nearby where the life flight helicopter was waiting to transport her. A scoop and go is what the EMT’s refer to bad one’s like this one had been. Ordinarily the scene wouldn’t have affected her like this, but the woman had been pregnant. Randy’s own parents had been killed in a car accident on New Year’s Eve when she was eleven. With no other relatives, she had spent the next 7 years in foster care until she aged out of the system. They heard later in their shift that the mother died in the recovery room after surgery and the baby was clinging to life in the ICU. She rubbed her face. Now, to make things worse, she had just acted like a complete asshole to Stacy for no reason other than her own stupidity.
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