This story is based on the characters from the TV series
House M.D.
The timeline is roughly after the marriage of Chase and Cameron; Foreman and Thirteen are dating. House is admitted in the mental institution.
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Chase
Me and Cameron went to the bar after finishing our shifts. House was in his rehab, so we were working under no one's authority. I was amazed at first when Cameron proposed to go to a bar and get drunk. I always knew the aftermath of getting drunk with Cameron. We ended up making love like animals. We used to make love three times a week.
The bar was not far from Princeton-Plainsboro. We ordered our drinks, then I spotted Foreman. He was far from our seats. I elbowed Cameron.
Then she turned to me and said, "Want to join them? Remy is also with him."
"You mean Thirteen? "
"Yes."
"Are you sure? I mean I have no problem."
Cameron grabbed my arm. And smiled lightly.
She dragged me to Foreman and Thirteen, tapped Foreman's shoulder and said, "Enjoying your time?"
Foreman was surprised. He managed to say, "Hey, what are you guys doing here?"
I said, "Just a couple of drinks."
Thirteen was eying us the whole time, now she said, "Join us."
I was not very comfortable with two more colleagues around. I mumbled, "You sure?"
This time Foreman answered, "Absolutely, Chase. Drink with us."
Cameron had a weird smirk when she winked at me. We joined Foreman and Thirteen.
Foreman was telling about his school life. Cameron was listening to his banal story with great interest. She always had an interest in small little things. I was clearly bored. Probably Thirteen was bored too. But she was pretending to enjoy the story of her boyfriend. I was literally finding a clue how to stop Foreman. Another round of drinks came, and I said to Thirteen, "Hey, Remy, you went to NYU, right?"
She replied quickly, "Um, no. My college was Sarah Lawrence."
She continued to look at me with her big blue eyes. I have admired her from the beginning; not for her qualifications or skills but for her personality. Something mysterious was inside her, and she was a very fuckable woman. This was the first time I was interacting with her outside work.
I glimpsed at Cameron and asked, "Remy, you are bisexual, right?"
Her smile broadened. She raised an eyebrow, "How do you know?"
A quick stare at both Foreman and Cameron proved that they were not against this conversation. Cameron was waiting for Thirteen's answer.
I shrugged.
Cameron said, "House once asked me after you joined his team whether I had some experience with girls."
Now all three of us were staring at Cameron. Foreman spoke, "And?"
Cameron laughed. She said, "I won't tell until your girlfriend answers Chase's question."
Foreman and I looked at each other. He sighed, "Take your time, girls." One minute passed silently.
"I am bisexual, true. I have gone to bed with both men and women", Thirteen's voice was calm.
Inside me, I experienced a feeling. It was familiar to me because after watching a rented porn in college, I used to feel the same. Then I used to go to the washroom and jerk off. It was no wonder that Thirteen was turning me on. Cameron sat beside me; now her hand clasped mine. She was rubbing my fingers gently. I looked at her. She was staring at Thirteen with a smirk glued on her face. Her behaviour tonight was totally odd.
Cameron surprised me when she asked Thirteen in lower voice, "Have you been with both men and women at the same time?"
Thirteen replied, "You mean threesome?"
Cameron said, "Mmhmm. And orgy?"
Thirteen's sheepish smile followed by her cold reply, "Both affirmative."
Foreman probably had never been this nervous and excited at the same time before. His mouth was open after seeing the straightforwardness of his girlfriend. Thirteen asked him, "Eric, you okay?"
Foreman nodded, "yeah, yeah. I'm fine."
Then he said to Cameron, "Your turn."
Cameron protested, "Hold on. Remy hasn't told us all. We want to hear it all."
Foreman glanced at me. I didn't know what to say. Foreman tried to pretend serious, "Cameron, are you really want to talk about sex lives?"
Cameron: "Relax. It's just curiosity. I want to just listen what Remy does to her girlfriends."
While Foreman and Cameron arguing, me and Thirteen were staring at each other. She was sexy, not like Cameron type sexy, but more like hooker type sexy. I wondered how fun it would be to get a fellatio from her. She finally broke eye contact with me and shouted, "Hey, hey, hey. Guys. It's okay. I will tell you my encounter with a girl. Just don't fight."
Cameron clasped my hand hard, and whispered in my ear, "I know you are enjoying it. It's okay. I have a surprise for you."
I was totally clueless about what to say. She said, "After Remy's story. I also have a story."
I nodded. She kissed my cheek.
Thirteen began her story.
"I was then under House's recruitment test, you know. His game. I hated my competitors and the whole process was very tiresome. So, one night I went to a strip club. There I met one of my classmates from college. She was doing some interior design work. She invited me to her new apartment. We went there and started smoking pots. Don't judge me. After a hectic day pot really helps. We were chit-chatting the whole time. Suddenly she said, "Will you fuck me? I know you do with girls."
"I didn't know what to say. I grabbed her waist and started making out. Hopefully she had a strapon and a dildo in her place. She did let me fuck both her holes. After that she fucked me for almost an hour. End of story."
We sat in silence. Thirteen said, "Cameron, your turn."
After preparing in mind, Cameron managed to say, "I have been with a woman. Once. I was sad. She seemed helpful. After a couple of drinks we started making out. And then you know. But we had no toys. And I only did her one hole."
Thirteen burst out laughing. She said, "Your story is like a typical accident filmed in porn."
Cameron : "I guess so."
Foreman and I didn't speak for a while. He said, "I think we should go."
Cameron agreed.
Thirteen was not in a hurry. She said, "Cameron, you can come with Chase to my apartment. We can hang out."
I was not exhausted yet, so I agreed. Foreman said he had no problem. Cameron finally said, "I'm in."
We got out of the bar and headed towards Thirteen's apartment.
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Cameron
Thirteen's apartment was well decorated. She had some pictures on the wall. Mostly parents and friends. Both me and Chase were stunned that she was more clean and careful than she appeared to be. My apartment was twice her size but it was a complete mess. I couldn't help but say to her, "I really really love this place. Foreman stays here most of the nights?"
Thirteen said, "Thanks. Foreman prefers his own apartment. He is kinda homesick."
I smiled, "I guess most men are."
I needed to go to the washroom. Thirteen showed me the washroom. I didn't lock the door. There were very few beauty items there. Well, for a person who spent hours taking samples and running tests and working under a sociopath, it was nothing uncommon.
I looked at my image in the mirror. I didn't look drunk or anything. My hair was okay. I was feeling kind of uneasy for some unknown reason. I sat down on the commode and relieved myself. It felt better for a moment.
I was washing my hands when I heard the door opening. I thought it was Chase. He was ogling at me when I was coming here.
"Chase? Are you in the mood?"
Remy's voice startled me. "Oh, Chase is watching sports with Foreman there."
She was standing right behind me. She apologised, "Sorry, I just forgot my pills."
I muttered, "It's okay."
I was feeling slightly uncomfortable because Remy was now wearing a black bra and panties.
I tried to compliment her slender figurine. She smiled. Then she said, "Your breasts are great. I really go for that."
I thanked her. She asked, "Cameron, you okay?"
"Yeah. I just... I mean you are really beautiful."
Then my tongue slipped, "If I were bisexual like you, I would..."
Remy was smiling. She encouraged me, "You would what?"
This was probably the most awkward moment in my life. I just realised that I wanted to make love to her. Forgetting everything about Chase I asked, "Can I kiss you?"
Our faces were so close that her warm breath was drowning both my face and my conscience.
She held my head with both her hands and placed her moist pink lips upon mine. She was a fantastic kisser; she was sucking my lower lip slowly. I raised my arms and placed them on her neck. Then I dared to let my tongue enter her mouth. Both our tongues were now playing together. It was a different pleasure for me. I had to break the kiss.