Day 2 - Wednesday
The next morning I thanked the hotel gods for providing an in room coffee maker. I made the coffee and went into the shower to try to wake up. I used the wet towels from the floor to try and dry off. After a cup of black coffee (something I never do) I packed my bag and checked out of the hotel. I had made my decision. Worst case scenario I could always come back and get another room but I didn't believe that was going to happen. During the lunch break at work I called Sara and Carries home number and left a message saying that I would be by after work for dinner. I left it short and sweet not expecting anything beyond that. I figured that was the safe move to make and left my cell number if there was an issue.
I walked my way through work, training them on the software update that was coming out. Since no one knew me at the Orlando office they didn't know that my ass was dragging big time. I guess they figured I was just a mellow guy. At the company office I printed off directions to the girl's house and to the hotel just in case. I checked my cell for messages when leaving the office and there were none. I figured dinner was on.
I got to their house, a modest single family, single level home typical of Florida and parked in the driveway. There were flowers and the grass was cut so I figured they were reasonable minded people. I walked to the front door, leaving my bags in the car, and rang the bell still in my business suit. Carrie answered the door.
"Hi, glad you could come. Come in. Please relax, take off your jacket. Can I get you something to drink?"
"Is a vodka and soda too much to ask for?"
"Lemon or lime?"
"Lime please."
"Come with me, I am cooking pasta primavera, hope you like that. Sara will be home in a few minutes."
"Sounds great."
I followed Carrie into a modest home with a nice living room. We went into a kitchen that was obviously well stocked. Carrie was chopping up fresh vegetables in the island in the center of the room. She made me my drink to perfection and went back to her work. I noticed she was still wearing hospital scrubs and asked, "I guess you work in the medical profession?"
How lame, right?
She replied, "Yep, I work at St. Clarie's downtown. I am in the pediatric ward. I love it there. You hungry? Want something to snack on?"
"Nope, I'm good."
"OK. Help yourself to anything. Me casa, su casa. Just ask if you can't find anything."
"Thank you, but I am good. Tell me, how did you and Sara meet?"
Carrie continued to chop vegetables while talking to me. "Well, about a year and a half ago a lesbian friend of mine invited me to an all lesbo party. It was nice and all but all the girls there were these thin "Barbie" types. They don't do anything for me. I walked around the place talking to a few women here and there but I got the impression that everyone was looking for another "Barbie". I was about to leave when Sara walked in the door. Now, every head in the room turned and looked at her. I was immediately infatuated like everyone else. How many six foot three, four hundred pound lesbians are there in the greater Orlando area anyway? I figured that I had no chance at her with all these pretty ladies around. So I went to find the hostess and give her some excuse for my leaving early when I feel this tap on my shoulder. I turn around and look up. Sara wants to talk to me. She asks me if I like dick. I said yes, but I prefer the love of a good women on a daily basis. She said of all the women in the house I turn her on more than anyone else and she wants to take care of me for life. She asked me if she could take me out for a cup of coffee and get to know me better. I replied, "Only if you eat my pussy first" and we had our first date."
I was honestly turned on with her story and very intrigued. "Tell me more, please." I took a drink and continued to listen.
"Well, and don't tell her I said this, but I considered myself the luckiest fisherman in the lake. I bagged the big one and I don't mean size. I mean the most attractive and hottest babe at the party. She was definitely the hottest women there, in my opinion. I was wet just looking at her. Those other "Barbie's" just wanted her for a night or two, I wanted her forever. She did it and still does it for me every day. We went out for coffee and talked. She was open and honest with me and I was with her. We both want the love of a women but like good dick now and again. It was a match made in heaven. So anyway we hooked up and eventually I moved in with her. We love each other very much but if good dick comes into our lives we jump on it. The only stipulation is that we have to share it. No going behind each other's back."
I finished my drink and Carrie asked "Another?"
"Yes please, that was excellent."
"I put myself through nursing school as a bartender. I know how to mix a drink."
"Amongst your other skills."
Carrie came over and took my glass and walked away refilling my drink.
At that moment I heard the garage door opening. Suddenly there was a bounce in Carries step. She left my glass on the counter and opened the door leading to the garage. "Your home baby!"
I hear from the garage "It'd better be David who's blocking the driveway or I'll kick their ass. I've had a hell of a day."
Carrie said, "David's here. I'm making pasta primavera for dinner, I know you like that."
"Nice, but seeing you makes my day more than any meal or dick could. I hope you know that sweetheart."
"I know it baby."
Sara hugs Carrie at the doorway and they kiss deeply. Sara has a bag over her shoulder and her suit jacket over her arm. They release and Sara steps into the kitchen. "Hi douche bag. Couldn't park on the street like a normal human being?"
"Sorry, I didn't know."
Sara walked over to me and kisses me on the lips. "I forgive you sweetie. Please park on the street next time. I need to shower, I am sweating like a pig. Carrie, when do we eat?"
"Twenty minutes too soon?"
"No prob. I want to get out of my work duds and hose off. After the day I had it's a hot tub night for sure. Would you make me a Jack and coke please."
"Anything for you baby."
Sara disappeared to the back of the house. Carrie refilled my drink and presents it for me. She then makes Sara's drink and brings it to her, at least I assume so and returns a couple of minutes later.
"Sorry to leave you alone. I know I am not a good hostess. Whenever she goes away on business, the day after she comes back she's always a bitch extraordinaire. Her office can't live a day without her." Carrie went back to her vegetables.
"So, you were telling me about how you two met?"
"That was about it. Coffee, dinner, sex, more sex, more sex, more sex, I cooked, more sex, more sex. We fell in love. I can't explain it. We were meant to be together. We both like the same things. We both make each other cum all the time. Every so often we fine a man that winds our clock, so to speak. We are happy together. What more could someone ask for. I love her, she loves me. You are the sprinkles on our cup cake.
"That is really nice. Sweet even. Honestly, I am happy for you two."
"Thank you. Seriously. I mean that." Carrie stops her cutting and takes a drink of her wine. "Honestly, most men are just here for the great sex. You, just by asking about our relationship, mean so much more than that."