The Last Room on the Left - Act 03

Act Three: Fools Rush In

Christina sat across from Lori in the big round booth inside the mostly empty pub. They each had a drink in front of them and neither were talking. This was unusual for both of them, even at nine a.m. Christina knew why she wasn't talking, but why wasn't Lori talking? She was always talking; did she know something? Did she talk to Terry? Did he tell her anything? Her mind was again going crazy.

"Two shots of Tequila please." Christina shouted at the waitress walking across the other side of the bar. She nodded back and smiled, holding a round tray with six beers on it.

"Tequila huh? You really do need some therapy." Lori laughed. "How's it going at home?"

"He's still gone, I don't expect him back, but in a way, I'm kind of relieved." She shrugged, peering into her drink.

"Well good, you know how I've always felt about him." Lori agreed. "Fucking jerk."

The table was quiet again for a long time when the waitress put down two golden shots in front of each one of the women. They continued sipping their drinks, not touching the shots. Christina's thoughts drifted to Jim. He had taken her to places her husband never had, or maybe never could. Talking about it with Lori would make it real and she wasn't sure that she needed real right now, but she didn't have time to consider what she needed. She picked up the shot and turned it upside down, taking the whole glass of tequila into her belly.

"Wow!" Lori blurted out. "I've never seen you do that?"

Christina reached over and slid Lori's shot so it was in front of her, never taking her eyes off of Lori. Both their eyes narrowed but not a word was spoken. Christina abruptly raised the shot glass to her mouth, tipped it back and swallowed the whole thing.

"Holy shit Chris, what's going on." Lori was shaking her head. "I know Dennis left you, but you have to slow down, we work tomorrow."

"Two more." Christina yelled at the waitress, holding two fingers in the air.

"This is fine Chris, you get this out of you. I'll give you a ride home. Let's just hope dick head isn't there and start screaming at us. " Lori gritted her teeth and pursed her lips.

Silence seemed to rule, as the sounds around them began to drift off into the distance. Both women sipped their drinks and looked at each other, neither one knowing what to say to the other. Christina knew that Lori thought it was her husband that she was concerned about, but she was hoping that her best friend would figure it out on her own, and that obviously wasn't going to happen, how could it, just wishful thinking. The waitress set two new drinks and two shots down in the middle of the table. Each woman slid a drink toward them, leaving the shots in the middle. Mustering up all the nerve she could, Christina reached out and wrapped her fingers around one of the shots.

"Bed Bath!" She blurted out, before throwing back the shot and slamming the glass down on the table.

"So, you gave him that bed bath." A smile formed on Lori's face. Christina nodded, not looking at her.

"And?" Lori continued, knowing something was up, but also knowing that her best friend would never do anything too crazy.

Christina just kept looking down at the table, her hand clutching the cool drink, eyes roaming all around. Lori couldn't figure it out, she still thought it was her husband that was on her mind, it had always been her husband, then Christina would talk with her about him and they would move on. Lori's eyes started to dart back and forth. Why would she not talk about her husband, she seemed so open to it in the past? It makes no sense, no sense at all. Lori slammed her palms against her head, and like a bullet to the brain it hit her.

"Ok, wait..." Lori stammered, as the haze in brain began to clear. "No wait...just ...No...Wait, what?" Her brain couldn't connect the dots.

Christina was the perfect, beautiful wife, she would never. Lori reached out and slammed the last shot down her throat.

"You didn't..." A sharp pain shot through Lori's brain. "Christina?" Her eyes now wide, staring at her best friend. "What?"

"Yes." Was all Christina said.

A fleeting smile appeared on Lori's face before vanishing, leaving her eyes wide and mouth hanging open. The words were not there, she had never felt this way before. Had her best friend truly done something...neither the thought nor the image could materialize in her brain. It just didn't make sense.

"So," Lori finally spoke, the fog of denial clearing in her head. "you gave the hot fireman a full bed bath?" The words seemed to help her think. "And you washed his whole body, even his private areas."

Christina, who was now looking down into her drink, glanced up, making eye contact and then back down, before swallowing an unusually large gulp.

"Ok, that's ok." Lori reasoned. "But something happened." She paused, not wanting to say it, but mustering up the courage. "So something happened, like you gave him a hand job, maybe?" She cringed when she said it. Christina again looked up at her and quickly back down.

"Alright, not ideal while at work, but we can work with that, at least it wasn't more, right?" Lori looked at Christina, who wasn't looking up at her. "That's all... right?" No movement from her friend. "And a...a..." Again she cringed. "a blowjob?" Her head tilted a little and jaw tightened.

Christina looked up again, biting her lip, this time for a little longer, to gauge the reaction of her best friend. In a way, she felt like she had disappointed her, which was worse than making her mad. Her long dark bangs fell in front of her face and she didn't want to move them, in fact she wanted to hide behind them, forever. Taking another drink, she looked back down, during the long silence that followed.

"Well," Lori sighed, as her thoughts collected. "I guess you didn't have sex with him." She was reaching for something positive. "No sex, correct?" Christina kept staring down into her drink unwavering and lifeless, like a stone gargoyle.

"Waitress!" Lori yelled across the bar. "Two more shots!"

It felt as though an eternity drifted by as the two women sat in silence, drinking. The waitress had come and gone with their shots, leaving them in the middle of the table. Christina continued to hide behind her bangs, while Lori was deep inside her own brain. Neither had any idea where to go with this next, but both knew it must be dealt with, and probably tonight.

"So, let's just get this out of the way right now." Lori spoke first, breaking the long silence. "The guy is hot. I mean smoking hot. I would have been all over him in a heartbeat. Just...you know, probably not at work." She waited until Christina raised her head and eyes. "But it happened, and it's over." She paused for a moment. "Do you think he'll say anything to anyone?"

"No." Christina whispered, shaking her head slowly side to side.

"Good, that's good news." Lori sounded genuinely relieved. Now it was time to cheer her friend up. "Tell me, was it great?" There was a long moment of heavy silence before Christina cracked a little smile.

"It was amazing." Her voice was high and light. "Holy shit Lori, I seriously heard angels singing and trumpets blowing."

"Jesus Chris, now you must tell me everything." Lori urged.

Christina went on to tell her best friend all the details of the previous two nights, leaving nothing out. As the words flowed out of her, all the emotions and feelings came rushing back and her spirits rose as if a weight had been lifted off her soul and she was free to move unhindered. Not a thought of work nor her husband entered her mind and she was once again free of those burdens, if even for a short period of time. When she finished her story, both women picked up the shot glasses in the middle of the table and made a toast, while laughing and talking. Then, when the laughing died down, the smile left Christina's face, followed by Lori's.

"The good news is," Lori nodded. "Mr. Hot fireman is supposed to be discharged today, and once he is gone, no more worries for you."

"Yes." Christina agreed, but still with a frown on her face.

"It's o.k. Chris. You just need to quit having sex with the patients." Lori said the words like it was an everyday occurrence, making Christina laugh. "You know, then everything will be fine."

"Well, there is one more thing." She looked around. "Do you remember Terry?"

"Yes, the CNA." Lori shrugged. "What's he got to do with all of this?"

"He knows." Christina was looking directly into Lori's wide open eyes. "Caught us, I guess."

"And!" Lori almost shouted.

"I don' know." Her face sunk back into its former gloom. "He wanted to meet me tonight, to discuss it, but I told him I couldn't, so he said we could talk tomorrow."

"If he hasn't told anyone yet, there is a chance he won't. You let me handle him." Lori threw her arms up in the air. "See, this is why you don't do shit like that."

Christina slept good that day, maybe it was the alcohol taking her mind off of all the shit in her life or it could have been telling her best friend everything, getting it off her chest, so to speak. Whatever it was, she felt better, like she was entering the next era of her life.

The clear cold night brought out the stars, making the air smell fresh and new, as Christina walked from her car to the hospital, energized. As she arrived on the seventh floor for assignments she found Lori already there, standing off in the open supply room talking with Terry, the large CNA had his hand on the wall above her, leaning into her smaller frame. A lump of pressure formed in Christina's chest. She shouldn't have involved her best friend, she thought. After receiving their assignments, Christina went to the elevator and pressed the button.

"The dungeon again?" Lori spoke from behind her.

"Yes, I didn't argue this time." She shook her head.

"Terry won't be going near you today, I'll talk with you after work." The elevator closed shut as the last few words came out of her mouth.

"Thank you." Christina said to the back of the stainless steel door.

There was a chill in the long dark corridor that caused her to shiver, as she made her way to the computer where the old nurse sat, finishing her charting. At least there was one less problem to worry about down here now, one less problem to occupy her thoughts. What she had done was wrong, but she didn't regret it, she would move on, hopefully keeping her job and license. The old nurse rose and turned around as she approached, her long white dress fluttering at her ankles.

"Nothing new to report." She said abruptly, in her gravelly voice. "Everyone is the same."

"Everyone?" Christina's eyes lit up and she felt a twinge in her groin.

"Yes everyone, why?" The old nurse asked, a curiosity in her voice.

"Oh, I just heard that the man in the last room on the left would be released earlier today." She rose one shoulder, tilting her head in that direction. "I hope he's ok." She added, trying to sound concerned.

"He's just fine. They did another MRI today and the doctor decided that he should stay one more day, just to be sure." She spun around and started down the long hallway. "Have a good shift." She grumbled while shuffling away.

"Yes, thank you." Christina replied as she dropped down in front of the computer, her heart now racing.

I'll not go in and see him, She thought. He will be just fine and hopefully sleep the entire night. The fluorescent light at the end of the hallway flickered and buzzed. Taking a pen and paper from the desk drawer, she stood up and began making her rounds. Each room was dark and quiet. By the time she reached the last room on the left, her breathing had picked up and she felt a tugging from within, like there was actually a good angel with a golden halo and a bad one with a three pronged pitch fork, standing on either one of her shoulders, each whispering their devious little comments in her ears.

Christina placed a hand on the cold handle, clutching it with her fingers. Drawing a deep breath, she pushed down and in, opening the door slowly and quietly. Jim was lying on the bed, his big frame motionless.

Ambling up to the bed, she checked his condition, how he looked, his skin turgor, color and capillary refill, everything she did on a daily basis or each time walking into a room. His eyes were closed and his breathing normal. A smile arose on her ruby lips as she stepped back. This was easier than I expected, she thought and turned away to leave.

"You gonna say hi?" The deep voice spoke softly.

"Why yes, of course." She turned around, blushing. "I thought you were asleep and didn't want to wake you." Moving forward next to him, the corners of her mouth turned up.

She was excited, not wanting to admit it or show it, she kept quiet, eyes down. Trying to fight the passion with everything she had, she pushed down the feelings, deep into her gut. It was of no use, her breasts began to squeeze tight against her scrubs and she could sense her erect nipples poking out. Biting the side of her lower lip, she closed her eyes as she felt Jim's fingers touch her inner thigh, then advanced up her leg until the back of his hand was brushing up against her crotch. Body already warm, it began to heat up, like a fire was lit inside her.

"We shouldn't" Her voice was barely audible.

Why was she letting herself do this? Why couldn't she say no? This needed to stop right now, before she lost everything. Right now! She yelled in her mind, as her hand reached down, fingers wrapping around his wrist and stroking his skin, urging him on. Hips now swaying with the movement of his hand, her breathing picked up and her fingers now tugged his hand into her damp crotch.

She hadn't realized when it happened, but when she opened her eyes, Jim was standing beside her, still massaging her. His nimble fingers untied the strings on her scrubs and drew them down around her hips, letting them fall to her ankles.

"Jim, we shouldn't." She pleaded silently, under her heavy breath.

Pressing his fingers into the soft skin of her hips, he lowered her black thong to her thighs, then down to her knees, letting them float to her ankles. Taking hold of her shoulders, he lifted Christina up and set her down on the edge of the mattress, before kneeling down in front of her, knees near his face. He slipped off both her shoes then tugged her clothes away from her feet, dropping them. She gasp, the warm mattress that he was just lying on, soft on her naked ass. Lifting her legs and placing them over his shoulders, he forced her body to lean back, but her eyes stayed locked on his.

Jim's smooth face tilted forward and down and she could feel his breath on her upper thighs and between her warm legs. Now inches from her wetness, he inhaled, allowing the sweet scent of her warm, wet folds, to fill his nostrils. Jim's cock hardened, making his gown tent out. Arching his neck down, he pressed his nose into Christina's erect clit and extended his long tongue into her tight cavern, licking in an upward motion.

"Oh Shit!" Christina moaned, leaning on one elbow, she reached up with the other hand, running her fingers through his hair, and tightening her thighs around his head.

Jim slid his hands up her abdomen, under her scrubs and bra until his fingers squeezed and pinched her hard nipples. Rocking his face back and forth, his nose continued to flick her clit, while his tongue darted in and out of her steamy folds, his whole face now sparkling with her juices.

Christina still had one hand on his scalp, when her head fell back and mouth opened. Her groin sizzled as Jim continued to consume her, the fiery hot lava within her crotch was now flowing up her body. Darts of pleasure penetrated her as his tongue pierced her insides, slurping sounds filling her ears, like he was eating her whole. A single explosion lit up her body and she bit her lip, trying not to scream.

"Oh fuck Jim!" She muttered through her closed mouth.

Releasing her swollen breasts, he clutched the back of both her thighs, the soft skin tight in his rough fingers. Pushing back on her legs, he raised and spread them, until her knees were almost at her ears and her puckered asshole was showing. The tip of Jim's long tongue slowly licked down, making a slimy trail to her quivering ass, then circling around it. Christina sucked in a deep breath as his lengthy tongue slithered into her tight asshole. Reaching around her legs, she held them back, freeing up his hands. Jim squeezed her ass cheeks, while his tongue did circles around the hole, then shot into it every few seconds.

Christina had never experienced anything like this before, it was both new and amazing. Her insides relentlessly screamed as lightening shot down her limbs and her extremities began to tingle. Short and powerful breaths now heaved from her lungs, squeaking with each compression. This orgasm wasn't the biggest she has had with him, but it just kept going, until she thought she might pass out from the pleasure. Driving his tongue deep into her, he sucked off her sensitive asshole, licked up her quivering taint, then rose up before her, looming over her shaking body. Untying the back of his gown, he let it fall to the floor, exposing his long thick cock, sticking almost straight up. Christina's lust filled eyes gazed up at him, half open as she lie on the bed, sprawled out and half naked, her shirt a bra shoved up over her full round breasts, ruby nipples fully erect and moist pink lips splayed open between her sparkling thighs.

"Take me!" She whispered, between deep breaths.

With one hand on her hip, he flipped her over onto her belly, head hanging off the opposite side of the bed. Grasping his steel-like cock in one hand, he lowered it to her wet, aching crotch. In one, long slow thrust, he sank the whole of his massive cock deep into her tight folds, watching as her puffy pink lips parted and curled around his shaft. Waiting for a moment, he grabbed her hips then began fucking her from behind, rocking the bed. Her arms straight out to either side, held the fitted sheet, knuckles white and swollen breasts mashed into the mattress as Jim slid in and out of her.

The heat within her body quickly expanded like an unconstrained wildfire and it consumed her. The feel of his thick cock spreading her wide, and the vein filled shaft as it rubbed its way down her sensitive walls, made her body explode in every directions. His cock would bottom out inside her, then her tight walls would pull the skin back and forth, stroking his mighty rod. Her moans were slowly getting louder, and his grunts deeper. That's when, through the erotic passion that filled her brain, she felt her ass being pulled apart. Her head whipped around in time to see Jim thrust a finger all the way inside her. She groaned, expecting to feel pain, but instead another form of pleasure, a different heat, filled her ass. Soon she was pushing back against the finger and cock as they both penetrated her. A different explosion went off inside her, from her ass: it was smooth and not as sudden. Her whole body was truly on fire and she shrieked from the pleasure.

Jim's grunts became louder and more pronounced and his pace picked up behind her. Each plunge, deep into her, now more forceful, shaking her body and the bed. Jim's finger slid out of her tight hole, then he wedged two more fingers into her ass, but it only served to set off more lightening throughout her ravished body. The orgasms wouldn't stop inside her, but the constant thunderous pleasure was beginning to take its toll, as her eyes rolled back. Finally Jim rammed his cock inside her with a short, harsh, guttural sound coming from his lungs. Christina's eyes popped open when she felt his cock swell within her and his balls, pressed tight against the back of her thighs, quiver. The gushing stream that came next, seemed to never end. It flowed into her like a raging river, hot and powerful. After filling her up, and with nowhere to go, her worn out lips parted around his meaty cock and his seed spilled out down her legs.