"What in heavens name are you doing here?" Rollins' fists were planted squarely on her hips as her voice echoed off the walls of the Emergency Room. She knew Holly was supposed to be at Tracey's parents' today. The last place she expected to see the doctor was in ER. "Turn around and march back out the door you came through!" Rollins unballed a hand to point towards the exit. "When that woman dumps your ass, I can't say I won't blame her."
Holly's eyebrows lifted at Rollins last statement. She gave the nurse a lazy half grin. "Sandra, why do you think I would pick you over Tracey?" Holly held in her laugh as she watched the play of emotions over the veteran nurse's face.
Rollins clicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth. "Did you even attempt to meet her family?"
"There was an emergency." Holly tried to explain.
"Emergency, my ass." Rollins chastised her. "You don't even know the meaning of the word. If I was that girl's mother, I'd..."
"Is there a problem, Holly?" Ellen Campbell approached the agitated nurse who was giving Holly the fourth degree. The nurse's mouth opened and closed like a fish deciding to swipe a worm off a hook. "Did you see where they brought Kelly?"
"Nothing I can't handle, Mrs. Campbell."
"Ellen."
"Ellen." Holly repeated and looked at Rollins, who looked as if someone had stolen her puppy. "Sandra, can you see where a Kelly Campbell is? Rich and Farmer brought her in by bus. She was in labor, breech."
"Huh?" It took a moment for Rollins to realize the small woman next to Holly was Tracey's mother. Nodding her head like a bobble head doll, Rollins went behind the desk and began to punch keys on the computer. "Sorry, Dr. Graham, I was..."
"Looking out for me?" Holly gave her a smile and placed a hand on her forearm. "I'd do the same if the situation was reverse. This is Tracey's mother, Ellen Campbell."
"Mrs. Campbell." The nurse gave her a nod and raised her eyes from the computer screen to the pint sized woman with Holly.
Hurried footsteps approached the desk. "Did you find anything out?" Tracey called. She had dropped Holly and her mother off at the doors and gone off find a parking space.
"Not yet, Sandra is looking up the status." Holly put an arm around Tracey's waist and pulled her close. "I'm sure she's okay."
"Nurse Rollins, good to see you again." Tracey smiled at the typing woman. "Holly's not causing you trouble?"
"Nothing I can't handle." A rare smile appeared on Rollins' face.
"I've been good." Holly said as Tracey poked her in the side. "I didn't do anything."
"This time." Tracey teased.
"They took her to three, the maternity ward."
"Who's on duty?"
"Jackson." Holly nodded at Rollins answer. She knew Linda Jackson, the OBGYN who often covered weekends at the hospital. "I'm here until eight, if you need anything."
"We should be good. I'll see you tomorrow." Holly said as she followed Ellen and Tracey to the bank of elevators. The evening had taken a turn Holly could have never predicted. She was grateful to be at the house and taking care of Kelly. Even if her role in the situation was minor, she knew that Kelly needed to get to the hospital.
"When was Kelly's last appointment?" She asked the Campbell woman as the rode in the elevator. Her OBGYN should have caught the baby's position and given direction to the mother.
"Kelly missed her last one and wasn't able to get a make up appointment." Ellen answered. Holly hissed between her teeth. "Was that bad?"
"No, but the doctor would have seen the baby's position. Having a breech baby isn't that uncommon." Holly explained. The bell rang and the doors opened to the maternity ward. Standing at the elevator was Pam Farmer.
"Hi." Pam said uncomfortably as she shifted her weight from foot to foot. "I think she is in surgery now." The EMT immediately recognized the family members. "The father is in the waiting room." She pointed to the set of double doors.
"Thank you." Tracey said as she led Ellen past.
"Holly, you got a second?"
Holly looked to Tracey, who gave her a nod then turned to Pam. "Just a couple." She gestured for Pam to follow her to the windows overlooking the parking garage. Holly leaned her back against the wall and crossed her arms over her stomach. "What do you need?"
"Jesus..." Pam rubbed her temple. "Listen Holly, I just...I wanted to apologize."
"For exactly what? Hitting on me and my girlfriend while you were drunk? Cheating on me? Not just once or twice, I'm still finding conquests around the hospital. Or for fucking the nurse in my house and bed?"
"Shit." Pam's face drained of color. She turned to walk away then turned back to Holly. "I'm sorry I treated you like crap." Pam paced in front of Holly, who hadn't changed position despite the awkwardness. "You look happy. I wanted to let you know I think it's great you found someone who makes you happy." Pam began to walk away.
"Pam!" Holly called out after her. When the EMT turned, Holly pushed off the wall and walked towards her. "Thanks. She's a great person."
"You're just lucky you asked her out first."
"She asked me out." Holly remembered the cute note the teacher left for her.
"She's a smart woman." Pam waved, pushed open the stairwell door and disappeared.
"Yes, she is." Holly mumbled aloud and went in search of Tracey and her family. Walking towards the waiting room, Holly took in the anxious form of David Campbell sitting on the faux leather couch, his elbows resting on his knees and chin resting on his hands. His leg bounced wildly as he waited for news on his wife and child. Ellen sat next to him her hand rubbed her son's back, trying to offer him some comfort. Tracey stood at the nurses' station talking with a woman dressed in maroon colored scrubs.
"Is that Dr. Graham?" One of the nurses behind the desk asked her co-worker as she rolled her office chair closer. The woman turned around to take in Holly's form striding towards them.
"Yep. Down Shelia. Rumor is she is seeing someone pretty seriously." The nurse turned her attention back to chart in front of her.
"I can wish. Besides, Farmer was up here looking for her a few minutes ago. That chick is such a player." Shelia batted her eyes towards Holly as she stepped to the desk. Tracey cleared her throat and stared at the nurse for a moment until she felt Holly's arm slip around her waist.
"What did you find out?" Holly asked as Tracey turned and kissed her on the lips. The act caused the nurse reviewing the chart to chuckle. Shelia on the other hand turned completely red.
"Shelia was just looking for that information for us." Tracey said she pulled back and stared into Holly's eyes. She winked at the doctor and squeezed her side before she turned to the nurses.
"Shelia, Miss Rose." Holly greeted the nurses. "Anything you can share on the status?"
"Dr. Graham." Rose Winger straightened her frame and set the chart aside. "You know we can't give out information." Holly had saved the ward's butt many a time over the years when a baby arrived a tad early or when a tee time got in the way of a delivery. "Seeing as you are not working tonight, I can tell you Dr. Jackson is in surgery and should be out within an hour, give or take."
"Thanks Rose." Holly winked at the older nurse and grabbed Tracey's hand. They walked to the chairs to update the others.
"Shelia thinks you're cute." Tracey said as she held tight to Holly's hand. "What did Pam want?"
"I'm not interested in Shelia or Pam."
"I know, but what did she want? She looked a little miffed at the house."
"She wanted to apologize and said I looked happy."
"What did you say?"
"I told her your mother was a really good cook so I was happy because I had a full..." The smack to her stomach stopped the teasing. "Stomach." Holly leaned down and pressed her lips to Tracey's. "I'm teasing."
"You better check with Shelia because at the rate you're going, you're not going to get any..."
"Any what?" Ellen interrupted Tracey's threat. Holly watched as Tracey fumbled for something to say.
"Sleep." Holly covered quickly. "I talked to Rose and from what she is saying. Kelly is in surgery with Dr. Jackson." She took in David's gaunt look. "It appears to be a routine c-section." When David went to interrupt her, she continued. "I say routine. Nothing I was told will lead me to believe otherwise. Kelly is in very good hands and we should be getting an update soon."
"You got that from what the nurse said."
"It's a hospital thing. If it makes you feel better, I've worked with Dr. Jackson before and she is very good at her job."
"Holly, thank you for everything you've done for us." David stood and gave the doctor a mammoth hug. "Thank you so much." After a moment, Holly collected her thoughts and gave him a hug back. He was fearful of losing his wife and child.
"David, they'll be fine." Holly patted his back and felt him nod.
"I just don't know what I would do if something happed to her." David stepped back and wiped his eyes. Holly glanced at Tracey and held her eyes for a moment. She wondered if they could have that strong of a bond. Tracey said she loved her. It seemed like the Campbells showed their love for one another freely and often. Holly had yet to tell Tracey what she meant to her. She wasn't sure how she would categorize her feelings for Tracey. She knew if Tracey was hurt or injured, she would be upset and concerned. She never wanted to deal with a situation like David was going through.
"Long day?" Tracey muttered as she tightened her grip on Holly's hand. She felt exhausted. She wasn't sure if it was from the late night yesterday, all the cooking today, or the excitement over the baby. She was looking forward to a week away from work with spring break starting tomorrow. When Holly didn't answer, Tracey opened an eye and looked at her. They had plans to spend a long weekend at Maxie's summer home on the shore. "Long day..." Tracey repeated and squeezed the doctor's hand.
"Very long. It's going to be a long week for me, while someone I know gets to do nothing all week and get paid for it."
"Please, I deserve the week off. The kids are getting cabin fever and not learning a thing." Tracey stifled a yawn and rolled her shoulders. "I can spoil my new nephew everyday."
"He's so little." Holly was able to see the baby through the nursery window along with everyone else. Rose asked if she wanted to come into the nursery, but Holly declined. She knew Ellen would want to hold her grandson before she did. She stood outside and ohhhed and ahhhed with the rest of the family. "I forget how small they are."
"I'm sure Kelly has a different perspective of small." Tracey smiled as her head rocked on the seat back. She left her car at her parents since she was on break and didn't need to be at work in the morning. When she approached Maxie about using her house for a long weekend, the banker was all for it until she realized Tracey didn't want her there. An argument ensued and Maxie agreed on one condition that they didn't use the master bedroom. Tracey was fine because she wasn't planning on using Maxie's room and she knew Holly would not want to sleep there.
"Your mom's question about having kids." Holly blew out a breath. "Man, I didn't see that coming. I was ready for why do you want to date my daughter? Not do you plan on having children?"
"She loves her grandchildren. I'd be the perfect daughter if I have a few." Tracey had heard her mother's request many times. The disappointment in her voice when Tracey said she'd never be getting married. There wouldn't be a mother-daughter wedding planning event. Ellen had three daughters-in-law and she pitched in all she could without interfering. Tracey glanced over and saw Holly's hands gripping the wheel. Her face was an ash white color. "Are you okay?"
"Fine." The reply was quick and clipped.
"I'm not saying I want kids." Tracey pulled her hand from Holly's and folded her arms across her stomach. Holly tilted her head and glanced at Tracey nervously. "I'm not."
"But your parents do."
"It's my life, my body, my decision, not my parents. I'm not even thirty. If I want to have a child, I will." Tracey rubbed her temples. She needed to get some sleep. Holly was going to start pulling away because of this conversation, if she didn't do something quick. "Listen Holly." Tracey wiped her hands on her thighs to remove the sweatiness. Her stomach was doing somersaults. "I do not want to have a baby at this time. What I do want is to see where we go. How we get along and if there's a chance for something....." Tracey looked for the right word. "Long term?" Fit her criteria, it wasn't filled with the pressure of marriage, commitment, or forever. Did she want forever with Holly? She did. She loved her.
"Long term? Like a lease?" She heard the playfulness in Holly's answer. "Am I a car? Do you want to turn me in after three years or twenty thousand miles?"
"Stop..." Tracey laughed, knowing the blonde was trying to put her at ease. "I think it will depend on if I get a toaster oven."
"Hold out for the Garman." Holly stopped the car at a red light and leaned over and kissed Tracey. "I like kids." She pulled away with a smirk on her face.
"Sure..sure..." Tracey fidgeted in her seat. "Then why did you look like you were about to pass out when I started talking about them?"
"I actually started talking about them. I'm okay as long as you have them." Holly shuddered. "The thought of my body going through pregnancy is just not going to happen."
"You're a jerk." Tracey hit her arm in the same spot Mel had punched last night, causing Holly to flinch and her eyes to tear. "Oh...I'm sorry." Tracey rolled up Holly's sleeve to reveal a large black and blue circle.
"Kelly grabbed it earlier." Holly rubbed her eyes.
"I'm so sorry." Tracey leaned in and kissed the bruise.
"How sorry?" Holly said as she pulled into her garage and shut off the car engine so that only a soft ticking of the engine could be heard. Holly pointed to her lips and Tracey acquiesced by kissing her. The kisses they exchanged were soft, like rose petals against one's skin. Holly pulled away cupping Tracey's cheek and caressing it with the pad of her thumb. "I'd like to try "long-term" with you. Sometimes, I get caught up in here." She pointed to her brain. "So bear with me, if you can, because I like being in your life."
"I like you in my life." Tracey leaned into the warmth of Holly's palm. They stared at each other until the garage open light clicked off. In the midst of laughing, they climbed out of the car and went into the house hand in hand.
"Can you forgive me?" Don Graham asked his daughter. She leaned against the counter and wondered why it was so quiet in the hospital. There was no staff. There were no EMTs crashing the double doors calling out vitals. Holly ran her hand through her hair. Instead of the short spiky mass, her hair was long and stringy falling to the center of her back. She felt the thick coke bottle thick glasses weighing heavily on her nose. She knew if she'd looked at her reflection in a mirror, her face would be covered in ugly pimples. Her shoulders slumped.
"I'm not this person anymore." Holly cried feeling ashamed.
"You're still my daughter." Don stepped closer and placed his hand on her forearm. Holly shuddered as the coldness of his touch reminded her of the cadaver from medical school. She and her classmates dubbed the dead man Saul. She couldn't sleep the first night after they had worked on the cadaver. The nights following, she fell asleep exhausted. "Do you forgive me?"
"You left! I had no one!" Holly brushed his touch away. His eyes mirrored hers, big brown, and innocent. Was he innocent?
"I need you to forgive me." His voice stayed soft like a small child trying to get out of doing chores.
"Dad, why? Why now? I'm doing good. You don't need anything from me." Holly sank to the floor, her knees clutched close to her chest, her breathing rapid as if she were about to hyperventilate.
"I'm proud of you. So smart and beautiful." He crouched down and placed a hand on her knee.
"I'm not beautiful." Holly lifted her head and felt the absences of her long locks, the glasses were replaced with contacts and the acne cleared up. She was thirty-four again, not an awkward teenager.
"You've always been beautiful to me. I'm glad you've found someone to love." Don stood up and brushed the knees of his gray slacks. "You'll need me soon." With that he disappeared into thin air.
Holly jerked awake. Her lungs screamed for air as she couldn't seem to calm down. The realization of an asthma attack had her searching for the long forgotten inhaler she used often as a teenager. Her frantic movements must have stirred Tracey. A warm hand pressed against the small of her back as she opened the night stand drawers. Tracey tried to calm her down.
"Easy." Tracey cooed as she rubbed her hand up and down Holly's back. "Relax. You need to try to relax."
Holly nodded and blinked at the brightness of the light Tracey flipped on. She heard Tracey open the night stand on the other side of the bed. She tried to slow her breathing and get her body to relax.
"Here baby." Tracey said as she handed Holly the inhaler. Holly took the small respirator and placed it in her mouth, releasing the medication. Tracey's hand continued her ministrations along her back. "Slow it down. I know it's hard, but it will work quicker if you relax."
Holly felt oxygen filling her lungs, the muscles in her chest began to relax. The soothing motion of Tracey's hand calmed her racing heart. "Wow." The whisper escaped her lips.
"I didn't know you had asthma." Tracey leaned her cheek against the center of Holly's back, letting her hands roam under Holly's t-shirt. She could hear air entering Holly's chest cavity. "Better?"
"Yes." Holly hung her head. She hadn't had an attack in a number of years. She used to have them all the time when she was growing up. She barely could participate in her physical education class because of her condition. "It's been awhile since I've had one."
"How long?" Tracey eased the shirt up over Holly's head throwing it to the floor along with her own.
"Three or four years." Holly remembered when a new cleaning crew worked in the ER. The chemicals they used caused her to go into a full blown attack. Her breathing under control, she leaned into the warmth of Tracey's body. It felt good to be held and cared for. Tracey wrapped her arms and legs around her body and placed her chin on Holly's shoulder. "Thanks for taking care of me."
"Any time doctor." Tracey teased as she covered Holly's stomach with a hand. "Besides, I like taking care of you." Tracey kissed her ear lobe then took the flesh between her teeth and nipped playfully at it. Her hand began to roam freely across Holly's torso. She cupped a breast and let her thumb caress the nipple, which peaked from her touch.
"What are you doing?"
"Taking care of you silly." Tracey peppered her neck with kisses and let her tongue taste the saltiness of Holly's skin. Her hands freely danced across Holly's body. "Is this okay?"
"Yes." Holly rolled her head to the side giving Tracey a larger expanse of skin to kiss. Tracey leaned into Holly's form and pressed her face down on the mattress. Tracey planted kisses along her neck, across the width of her shoulders and down her spine, stopping at each vertebrae to it homage. She put her fingers under the waist band of Holly's bikini bottoms and worked them off the doctor. She shed her underwear and straddled the small of Holly's back pressing her torso against Holly's bare back.
"I love the feel of your skin against mine." Tracey let her hair fall, caressing Holly's skin with feather lighttouches, her voice husky with a mix of sleep and want. "What woke you up?" Tracey nuzzled her blowing a warm breath into Holly's ear.
"I had a nightmare." Holly was lost in the sensation of Tracey's fingers, hands, and hair touching her back. Tracey straddled her hips, just above her waist. Holly could feel the heat of Tracey's center on her skin.
"What woke you up?" Holly repeated and chuckled as she felt Tracey begin to rock against her.
"A dream..." The soft sexy voice whispered in her ear. She felt the hard points of Tracey's breasts against her shoulder blades. "A really good dream... you were in it."
"Was I? And what was I doing?" Holly knew she was wet. The smooth rhythm of Tracey moving against her was turning her on.
"This.." Tracey ran her tongue along Holly's neck, her breasts pressed into her back and she began to speed up her movement. "Lift up for me baby." Holly felt Tracey's hand at her hip urging her off the bed. She lifted her hips and felt Tracey's fingers working their magic. She fell into the motion Tracey set, letting the teacher push her center against her rear. On all fours, Holly groaned, she needed more. She wanted more. Tracey had a hand on her hip and her other cupped and pinched her breast. Holly felt her center constrict as Tracey's fingers tightened on her breast. It was as if her nipple were connected to her clit. Tracey's mouth was on her shoulder, kissing, nipping, whispering words that Holly couldn't decipher.
"Please..." She finally called out wanting Tracey to touch her, to fill her. Tracey slipped two fingers into Holly and let the doctor ride against her. "Yes!" Holly called out as she pushed against Tracey's fingers, almost crying out when Tracey withdrew and re-entered her. Holly dropped her weight to her elbows as Tracey's hips slammed into her from behind. A strangled cry mixed with Tracey's pants and grunts filled the bedroom. Holly felt the tremors course through her body and let the intensity of the moment flow through her until she finally blacked out.
"I love you." She woke at Tracey's words as the teacher lay on top of her back panting. Catching their breath, they lay there for a few moments. The intensity between them was a like an electrical charge during a lightning storm. Holly felt the tears on her skin and wondered why Tracey was crying. She rolled to her side and pulled Tracey to her chest. She placed soft kisses on her cheeks, along her jaw and on her lips.
"That was wonderful. Why are you crying?"
"I'm just having a moment..." Tracey ducked her head under Holly's chin. Holly wrapped her arms around her and held tight. She kissed the top of Tracey's head and waited.
"Please don't cry. I don't like it when you're sad." Holly stroked her hair and let her fingers run up and down Tracey's arm.
"I'm not sad. I'm just....it's just so overwhelming sometimes. I've never felt this way before."
"You sound like that is a bad thing." Holly joked and she felt a slight jab to her side. "I like your feistiness." She kissed her forehead. "I like your body." She kissed her nose. "You, Miss Campbell, are very good for me."
"And you, Dr. Graham, may be the end of me." Tracey lifted her head to look into Holly's eyes. They stared at each other for a moment, then moved towards one another letting their lips meet. Holly pulled back and hesitated.
"What?" Tracey said as she touched Holly's face. She didn't want Holly to withdrawal. "Talk to me Holly."
"It was a nightmare that caused the attack." Holly settled down, resting her head on Tracey's shoulder. "I dreamed about my dad." Holly felt the hand soothing her hair stop for a moment and then continue its path. "In the dream, he asked me to forgive him."
"What do you think of it?" Tracey didn't want to press.
"My brain knows all the psychological reasons for the dream." Holly held her hand in front of them. "Anger, resentment, grief..."
"Holly, you have a right to have those feelings. Have you gone home, or at least tried to follow up with the lawyer?"
"No. There is nothing there for me." Holly turned her head and kissed the underside of Tracey's jaw.
"You have a lot of unresolved issues with your parents, maybe going to Ohio to investigate may give you some answers."
"There's nothing there for me." Holly shifted her weight on top of Tracey's. "I only want what's here." When she leaned in and began to kiss Tracey's ear, neck and shoulders, Tracey was too preoccupied to argue. She moaned when Holly pressed into her center.
"Please....." The word of need cut off as Tracey's lips were covered by Holly's mouth.
Chapter 14
Thoughts whirled around Tracey's head as she pushed the cart up and down the grocery store aisles. One of the carts front wheels had its own itinerary and fought against the other three. Bad luck on her side, she picked out the broken cart. Thankfully, she didn't have much to pick up. The short list she had was for the weekend at Maxie's place on the Eastern shore. The house sat on an inner finger of the Chesapeake Bay and had been in Maxie's family for generations. Each year, Maxie invited the softball team to spend the holiday weekends at the house. The Queen Anne style house could be lived in year round, but Maxie thought differently. Too remote, she once told Tracey. On the other hand, Tracey loved the area, quaint rural farmland along the waterfront, near a small Middle American town where the Wal-Marts and Depots had yet to invade. If Tracey could, she would pick up and move to the area. Her job and family kept her on the west side of the bridge. She couldn't wait to see Holly's reaction and get her impression of the area.
Holly. Tracey thought about the woman she hadn't seen her since the birth of her nephew. In early hours of the morning, Holly crawled from bed and left for work without waking or saying goodbye to Tracey. She woke sprawled across Holly's bed, her face shoved in the doctor's pillow. She reached for the warm body that should be next to her. Instead, she felt only the cool sheets. She didn't stir when Holly left. A tornado could of hit and she probably wouldn't have noticed. Her sulking mood lighted as each hour passed. Soon they would be on their way for a nice romantic get away weekend. In less then four hours, they would be together for three days.
Reaching for a package of steaks, a smile touched her lips. The last few weeks felt like riding on a roller coaster. Her team played the last game of the season. Holly finally opened up to her about her family. The questions around her father's death still had Tracey wondering if the man did have an affair with his student. No wonder Holly had issues. After hearing about the doctor's family, Tracey understood Holly's reservations about meeting her family. The initial meeting had gone better than Tracey expected. The messages in her voicemail confirmed her family welcomed Holly with open arms. Without a doubt, having a doctor at the house in the middle of a medical crisis was greatly appreciated by everyone. David and Kelly named the baby Collin Graham Campbell. Tracey told Holly her nephew's name during a phone conversation late one evening. She beamed with pride. Her family liked Holly.
"They didn't have to do that. I didn't do anything special." Holly tried to blow off her importance in the baby's delivery.
"My brother was very grateful. Your presence reassured him. I think that was a good enough reason to name the baby after you."
"It's my job Tracey. It's what I do."
"It's who you are." Tracey countered. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
"Yes." The last letter hissed out, her psyche imprinted with being a doctor. She knew better than to argue with Tracey. "Tell them I'm honored and I can't wait to see them again."
A blast of sirens filled the background and Tracey knew Holly would have to cut the conversation short. "We're still on for the shore?"
"I wouldn't miss it. I've got....I know! Trace, I've got to go." Holly's voice was muffled for a moment. "I'll see you in about thirty-seven hours." The phone went dead and Tracey knew whatever happened on the other end needed Holly's immediate attention.
Thirty-three down and four more to go, she thought as she glanced out the large glass front of the Shoppers store. It was a decent spring afternoon, the sun breaking through a few clouds. Spring roared in like a lion and hopefully would stroll out like a lamb. This weekend on the water, she really wanted to grill out on the large redwood deck. The view overlooking the water took her breath away. Praying the weather would hold out so she and Holly could take the boat out for a ride. Maxie trusted Tracey enough to let her pilot the 22' Bayliner Trophy Cuddy, she owned and stored on the shore. If the weather didn't cooperate, they could take a walk through the wooded trails or spend time in front of the fireplace. Tracey didn't care, as long as she got to be with Holly. She wanted to be with her all the time. She couldn't wait for summer. This would be the first summer she had someone she wanted to spend time with. She didn't care about softball or hanging with her friends. Enjoying Holly's company was her top priority.
"Hey Miss Campbell." Tracey lifted her head when she heard her name. Standing a few feet away from her was Michelle Stanley. Tracey thought it odd since Michelle appeared to be by herself and she didn't live in her neighborhood. The teenager had a basket carrier in her hand. Tracey quickly scanned the contents, sun lotion, lip balm, hair ties, deodorant, and a few other small items.
"Michelle, good afternoon." Tracey stepped behind her cart and looked at the contents. Her shopping produced a lot of food for one person. She glanced over the contents and wondered if Michelle would notice. A stabbing fear filtered into her thoughts. What if Zoey or Malcolm had broken their promise? "Nice to see you. I'd thought you'd be out enjoying your spring break, not shopping at the market."
"Oh, I'm on my way to the airport. Florida for break. Heading to the Keys." Michelle took a step closer and placed her hand on Tracey's buggy.
The Keys, Tracey thought. She had never been to the Keys. She couldn't imagine what parent would allow their seventeen-year-old to romp around one of the hottest party spots in the country. "That's nice."
"My mom is there now. I'm meeting her." Michelle replied. "What big plans do you have for break?"
"Me?" Tracey gestured towards herself. "I'm...I'm heading to a friend's for the weekend. Nothing big."
"The doctor's house?"
"What?" Tracey felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up. An uneasy feeling began to creep up on Tracey's subconscious.
"You're friends with Dr. Graham, is it her house?" Michelle's hand ran the length of the buggy, but she stared at Tracey. Her green eyes were dark almost black in color.
"I'm sorry."
"I thought you were friends?"
"Dr. Graham is an associate. I wouldn't call her a friend." The inside of her brain, Tracey ran through the list of adjectives she would call Holly.....sexy, hot, caring, funny, loving. Was Holly loving? She didn't want to rehash Holly's feelings for her. She needed to get out of this conversation with Michelle. "Have fun in Florida." Tracey tried to end the conversation.
"You did have dinner with her on Valentine's Day." Michelle continued to probe, her hand wrapped tightly on the cart. Tracey felt a lump in the center of her throat. Her tongue was thick as she had not reply for the teenage. She stood staring at her without a word to say. She couldn't deny being out to dinner with Holly that night. She recalled the creepy feeling she got from Geoff Stanley. Like father, like daughter, the Stanleys gave her the same eerie feeling as she experienced in the locker room when she found the rose. It was as if Michelle was trying to bait her. The teen continued. "You could do better. She's not that much to look at, maybe it's her bank account." Michelle let her hand drop and stomped off towards the register. Tracey stared at her rigid back. Whatever had just transpired, it pissed Michelle off.
There was a bit of commotion at the front of the store, but Tracey paid no mind to the noises coming from the area of the cashiers. When she turned towards the front of the store, she saw the mess of cans, papers and produce. A young bagger appeared to be pissed off as he bent over to clean up the mess. He placed item after item back on the pallet.
"Eddie?" Tracey saw another of her students. The quiet senior had worked at the store for the last few years. "What a mess."
"Ms. Campbell, hi." His voice carried the irritation his face didn't reveal. "Yeah, watch out for the glass." Eddie continued to sweep the spilled dry goods into the dust pan.
"What happened?" Tracey bent to help him pick some cans up placing them on the stack he had started. She had just passed by this spot five minutes ago.
"Michelle Stanley." He huffed out. "I never knew a person could be so mean."
Tracey looked at his face and saw the look of hate in his eyes. She must have been staring because Eddie tilted his head to the side then made eye contact with her again. "I know she's on your team and all. That crap she pulled on Zoey after New Year's and this." He gestured at the mess on the floor. "I just don't care for her Miss Campbell."
Tracey nodded numbly. The student rarely spoke badly about any of his peers. This new insight into Michelle's behavior shed some light on a few things, mainly the fall out between the taller teen and Zoey Pope. "It's okay Eddie. I'm sure Michelle is having a bad day."
"Decade is more like it." He mumbled under his breathe. "You know she broke up with Zoey because she wanted someone more mature." He laughed. "Mature. Michelle doesn't know the meaning of the word." He glanced over at the teacher wondering if she knew about the relationship between her players. "I'm just talking out my frustration Miss Campbell. Don't mind me. Thanks for your help. I can get the rest." His eyes darted towards the manager heading their way.
"No problem. Have a good break Mr. Koch." Tracey stood and wiped her hands on the thighs of her jeans. Could she have missed her two seniors dating? Tracey thought about the closeness the girls shared. She knew Zoey and Malcolm were gay since the night at the dance club. If Zoey and Michelle had broken up mid season, it would explain the angst the teens were going through, especially Zoey. If Michelle was a lesbian, why would she show up at the ER asking Holly for assistance with female issues? Maybe it was a phase. Tracey broke out into an ear splitting grin. Ellen had said the same thing to her when she was seventeen. She assured her mother every year afterward, it was not a phase.
"It's going to be a beautiful weekend!" Mel stretched her hands above her head and bent side to side cracking her back, the discarded wrappings from her BLT sandwich stuck under her thigh so the wind wouldn't blow it away.
"How do you know?" The weather had turned warmer and the signs of winter were slowly fading away.
"Because I have the weekend off and no matter what the weather, it's beautiful!" Mel mimicked Holly's position on the ledge. Her legs shorter than the doctors hit a few inches higher on the cement wall. "It could pour buckets and I would still think it's beautiful."
"Man, you're in a good mood." Holly popped a cherry tomato in her mouth. "What's up with you?"
"I met someone." Mel smiled and rubbed her hands on the navy blue uniform pants. "We're supposed to spend the weekend together. I can't wait."
"Mystery girl?" Holly quirked an eyebrow at her friend knowing Mel fell quick and hard for any woman who paid her attention. "Does she have a name?"
"Yes." Mel waited a second. "I'm not saying anything about this one though. Every time, I think I've found her, I end up getting dumped within a week."
"You wear your heart on your sleeve Mel." Holly watched as Mel's mouth opened then snapped shut. The argument died before it even started. The auburn haired EMT smiled and nodded in agreement.
"You're right. I'm going to play it cool with this one and see where it goes." Mel affirmed her thoughts with a head bob.
"Good for you." The bland salad in Holly's hands slowly lost her interest. She couldn't wait for this day to be over. The two hour count down had begun.
"Speaking of wearing your heart on your sleeve, how are things with the teacher?"
"I told her about my dad." Holly face was turned down looking at the lettuce in her salad. Suddenly losing her appetite, she set the plastic bowl down, took a swig of her water bottle and wiped her mouth with the sleeve of her lab coat.
The small EMT glanced up and then looked around as if to see who had actually spoken. It took a moment but when Mel gave a small whistle, Holly felt the heat rise in her face.
"Mel." Holly scooted closer to the edge of the ledge and brought her feet up to sit Indian style. She shyly glanced at her friend.
"Jesus, Holly. It took you seven years before you told me about your family. You and Tracey have been together a few months." Mel wasn't sure if she was jealous of Holly sharing personal information with the school teacher so quickly.
"I'm in love with her." Holly admitted. She knew she had been in love with the teacher for some time. She just didn't want to categorize her feelings, hurt by the love she had for her parents. She realized this was the first time she actually said it out loud to herself or another person. Holly's smiled widened. She felt great as if the admission lifted a huge weight off her shoulders. Her love for Tracey didn't hurt, it more along the lines of euphoria. "I really love her."
"I can tell." Mel laughed taking the fork from her friend's hand. "Have you told her?"
"God no." Holly leaned her elbows on her knees and put her hand on her chin. "I finally admitted it to myself." Holly took a long look across the parking lot. "She told me she loved me, but what if she..." She stopped the negative thoughts from creeping into her mind.
"She changed her mind? Holly, she feels the same way. I can see it." Mel said with the confidence Holly lacked. "Believe me that girl sings your praises."
"What?"
"I've just heard her talk."
"When?" Holly saw her friend's face turned a brighter shade of red.
"At the party." Mel saw the blush in her friends face. It was great to see Holly happy. In fact, since Holly started seeing Tracey, she could see changes in her. Holly no longer worked weeks at a time. She took time off and turned off her pager. "Michelle is sending out invitations to her wedding. You should be getting yours this week. Are you going to bring Tracey?"
"I'll ask her. June right?"
"Yep."
"Her third, right?" Mel nodded. "What do you get someone who's been married three times?"
"I told my mom I want my first two gifts back." Mel grinned. "I've given her a couple really nice gifts."
"Since she does live with you, don't you have most of her stuff?" Holly knew the siblings loved each other, but drove each other crazy at the same time.
"Yes."
"Wrap something up and give it to her." Holly watched as the wheels in Mel's head began to turn.
"I can do that. She wrecked my can opener last week. I should wrap up the broken one and give it to her." Mel concluded her eyes sparkling.
"Papa Bear to Baby Bear!!" The radio on Mel's hip squawked and the EMT jumped at the call.
"I hate when he calls me that." Mel pulled the radio out of its holder. "Yes, Johnny!" Using her best Jack Nichols impersonation.
"Meet me at the rig. We've got a big fire down at the water front. Tell Stretch that she's going to be busy in an hour or so." John's voice echoed off the cinder block walls.
"No....absolutely no way!" Holly stood up and brushed off her ass. "I've got plans for the rest of the week with a very sexy woman and little or no clothing!" Holly stomped off into the ER.
"You're mean!" Mel called in the radio. She told John about Holly's big plans for the weekend. The teasing EMT on the other end of the radio laughed.
"Where did she go?"
"Probably to kill Musah." Mel called back. The radio began to scream with feedback as Johnny rounded the corner.
"Come on, let's go tell her I was teasing." John jumped on to the ledge. "Was she mad?"
"If it was real fire, I think she'd blow a gasket." Mel got to her feet and followed her partner into the ER.
Holly's hands were flailing about when she came into their sights. The dark skinned man behind the counter rubbed his goatee thoughtfully and nodded. Musha's dark eyes darted to the pair of EMT's approaching the admissions desk. His smile widened as Holly's voice elevated to the next octave. He nodded his head in agreement with his boss. When Holly paused a moment, she realized no one in the ER was moving. They were all staring at her. She turned to see Mel and John standing a few feet behind her. When John's white teeth showed as he tried to hold in his laughter, Holly pointed a finger at the mischievous man and began to give chase. John turned on his heel and ran out of the building. Holly raced after him. Her heart pounded against her chest as she rounded the corner. She ran smack into someone entering the hospital. Knocking the unsuspecting victim to the ground, Holly landed on top of the innocent bystander.
"Oh shit!" Holly fumbled to her feet. She recognized the teenager sprawled on the cement apron as Michelle Stanley, the student who had come to the ER earlier for female issues. Holly stood back, watching the scene unfolding in slow motion. Her target of frustration, John, ran back to where the prone teenager lay at her feet. Holly froze.
John saw the collision and went to help. "It's my fault." John offered a hand to the young woman on the ground. "Blame it on me." John continued.
"What the hell?" Michelle snapped at the handsome EMT. "You didn't hit me!" Michelle rose to her full height and still had to look up to meet Holly's eyes. The coldness in her eyes instantly thawed as realization dawned on the teenage. "Dr. Graham, oh!" Michelle suddenly swayed as John and Holly reached out to catch her.
"Christ..." Holly muttered as she tried to get a better grip on the teen. "Her name is Michelle Stanley. Let's get her into the hospital." The teen's unexpected appearance at the hospital made Holly question what was wrong with her. Did she turn away a patient in need the previous time? John picked up Michelle and carried her into the hospital. Holly trailed behind, holding on to the teen's purse. "Put her in curtain six." Holly pulled back the privacy drapery. Jasmine, one of the ER nurses followed them behind into the area. Holly watched as the nurse took the teen's vitals. She felt the contusion on her chin forming. She could beat John for teasing her. The EMT stood by the curtain.
"Do we have any contact information?" Dr. Nguyen said as he approached the patient.
"I think we have her record from a broken leg." Holly explained as she headed to the admissions desk. "I saw her earlier this year."
"Miss Stanley!" Dr. Nguyen lifted the girl's eyelids and flashed his light for pupil reaction. He took an ammonia capsule and broke it under the teen's nose. Michelle immediately sat up in the bed.
"Get away from me!" Michelle swatted at Dr. Nguyen's hands.
"Please Ms. Stanley. You'll injure yourself further if you don't calm down." Dr. Son Nguyen took a few steps backwards. The doctor's short examination showed no sign of concussion. The lapse in consciousness could have been the teenager fainting. Nguyen looked at the nurse to see if he had done anything wrong.
"Where is Dr. Graham?" She almost cried.
"Dr. Graham is off duty." Dr Nguyen stated. He didn't want listen to the teens whining.
"No, I just saw her. She ran into me!" Michelle was on verge of getting out of the bed.
"Miss Stanley, I am the physician of record." The small Asian man slipped the stereoscope to his ears. "We need to contact your father, since you are a minor."
"I'll be eighteen in June." Michelle pouted and leaned against the raised head of the bed.
"You're not eighteen now." Dr. Nguyen stated. "We need to contact your parents. Since you are a minor, you're staying in that bed until someone can take responsibility for you."
"What about someone else, a teacher, maybe Dr. Graham?" Michelle whined. "Do you have to call my dad?"
"What about your mother?"
"She's in Florida." The teen folded her arms across her chest.
"Then your father it is." He nodded to Jasmine to stay with the patient and exited the curtained area. Holly stood at the admissions desk on the phone.
"I'm not certain why she is at Jessup, Mr. Stanley. I am calling to let you know she was knocked out in the parking lot and we have her in the emergency room." Holly held the phone under her chin and handed Tran the file Musha pulled on Michelle Stanley. "I understand you thought she was on a plane to Florida, but I guarantee you she is sitting in an examination room." Holly rolled her eyes as the man on the other end of the phone ranted about the whereabouts of his daughter. Finally, Mr. Stanley stated he was sending over a member of his staff to pick up his wayward child.
"Do you know this kid?" Nguyen jerked his thumb towards the curtained area asking. He saw Holly's signature on the earlier chart and wondered why she would request Holly as a person to be released to.
"Treated her during a bus accident a few months ago. Broken leg nothing big. She was here a few weeks ago looking for contraceptives." Nguyen's eyebrows shot up. "I told her she needed to find a private doctor, I didn't see private patients."
"Why is she here today?"
"No clue. Her father thought she was on a flight to Florida." At his surprised look, Holly finished explaining. "Spring break." She shrugged.
"Strange." Nguyen commented. "Have you seen her outside the hospital?"
Holly pondered the question. She knew Michelle was a student of Tracey's. She had seen her at a basketball game and at the restaurant. "We've run into each other a few times." Holly watched as his eyes narrowed. "Son, she is a student of a friend of mine. I've seen her at a basketball game and at a restaurant with her parents."
"Okay. You should write up a statement and file an incident report for the records. You know how this stuff bites us in the ass later. Get John to write up a statement also." Tran turned away, muttering something about grown adults and horseplay. The word babysitter mixed in his ramblings.
"Mel, find your boyfriend and let's get this report filed. I'm not wasting anymore time on either of you. If it wasn't for Mr. Funny stuff, I'd be on my way." Holly complained as she pulled up the accident reporting web site. She began to tap away at the keyboard. John pulled a chair next to her and began to answer the questions Holly asked him. She slid back and let John type in his statement.
"I'm sorry about this Holly." John used the two finger method for his keystrokes. "Where is the 'n'?" He asked with his fingers held above the letters. Holly pressed the key he searched for. "Thanks."
"You're killing me John!" Holly sighed as she continued to watch the painful method he used on the keyboard.
"What, got a hot date?"
"Very!!" The frustration of the day finally winding down and the antics of the EMT wore on her patience's. She pushed him to the side and continued to type the report. With a few more questions and blocks to complete, she rolled back, finished with the report. "Musha, can you call security and have them pull the surveillance video from the North entrance and the East garage?" The clerk nodded. She gave John a smack on the arm as she boosted her bag over on to her shoulder. "With that, I am out of here." She waved to her collogues and headed to Tracey's house.
Large brown eyes danced across the surrounding taking in every aspect of the landscape. From the ocean front shops with recycled fishing nets served as decorative backdrops with multiple petrified sea creatures caught in its lines. Old lobster pots sat near door ways served as tables or door stops. Dogwood trees with their white and purple blossoms lined the streets. Along the walk ways, pedestrians took their time window shopping or catching up with a neighbor. With her head practically hanging out the window, Holly looked like a child ready to open gifts. Every nuance of life she absorbed. Kent County set on the shores of the bay. The village of Galena, Maryland along Sassafras River embodied the all American town, baseball and apple pie. The main street ran less than a half mile in front of all the businesses. Houses and churches created neighborhoods on the side streets as the small finger of the Chesapeake Bay ran parallel with the street. At the edge of the business center, a lift bridge raised and lowered as vessels requested release into the freedom of the larger body of water.
"Look!" Holly pointed towards the water as a two mast sailboat slipped along the water through the raised bridge. The bright polished railings and silver accents glistened in the sunshine.
"Do you sail?"
"It's been a long time. The only thing my mother and I had in common. She actually encouraged me to go to sailing camp."
"Did you go?" Tracey watched her girlfriend shake her head and wondered what other memory she was shaking away. A rare mention of Holly mother hung in the air for a moment. "To bad, I am sure you would've of had fun." The jeep slowly continued through town to a small dirt road close to the waterfront. "Maxie has a cabin cruiser. We can take that out if you're interested." Tracey studied the relaxed profile of the passenger. Holly looked like a child on Christmas morning waiting to open presents. She made a note, to bring the good doctor out to the shore more often.
"A power boat." Holly smirked. She could comment about Maxie's need to pilot a large sea craft to make up for some psychological need, but she refrained. Tracey's friend allowed them to use her home for the long weekend. "It's not the same, but I bet you'd look sexy behind the wheel." An image of Tracey in bikini standing at the wheel caused her center to twitch. They needed to get to the house and soon. Holly bit her lower lip to clear the vision away.
"Driving my jeep doesn't do it for you?" The light teasing brought a slight blush to Holly's cheeks.
"It doesn't matter what you're doing Tracey. Just thinking about you does it for me." The teacher turned red as she shifted in her seat. Holly smiled knowing the playful banter charged the sexual energy in the car. She adjusted her rear in the seat as the feelings she tired to bury minutes ago surfaced. "It's beautiful out here." Holly attention went to the children sitting bow of the sail boat slipping passed. "I never realized how nice it is on this side of the bridge."
"If I was Maxie, I'd live out here year round." Tracey placed her hand on Holly bare thigh. Her fingers grazing the edge of her shorts and gave a squeeze.
"Why doesn't she?" Holly saw the flash of concern cross Tracey's features.
"That's Maxie's story to tell." When the bridge lowered for street traffic to continue, she glanced over at Holly and wondered if she spoke to freely about Maxie. On her first visit to Maxie's house, she fell in love with the quaint sea side town that seemed suspended in time. Free from big chain stores, and where generations of the same families owned and operated the butcher, the barber shop and the hardware store. Pedestrians lined the sidewalks enjoying a sunny afternoon in April. Drivers and passengers honked and waved in greeting. Not the normal belt way irritation that came over drivers as they navigated the highways around the city. Out here, her stress blew away like dandelion seeds in the breeze.
"How far is the house?" Holly turned to face Tracey. Her sunglasses flipped on the top of her head and a smile plastered on her face. "You really like it out here." The statement took Tracey by surprise. She didn't realize how easy she was to read.
"I'd move here in a heartbeat," Tracey confessed. "But my family and job are on the other side of the bay."
"Sounds like you've thought about it."
"I have." Tracey made a left turn which took them out of business and historical district. The road surface changed to a loose gravel mixture. Tracey slowed so the dust cloud behind them dissipated in the breeze. "At the corner, you can get a glimpse of the dock and lagoon. It's the gray house with the white shutters." Tracey rounded the path and slowed down for Holly to see the house.
"That one?" Holly voice cracked as she pointed across the water. Tracey nodded. On the other side of the water, a large two plus story house sat bathed by sunlight. The Queen Anne style design with its steeply pitched roofs along with towers and spindles blended well with its dove gray color and white accents. The large wrap around porch focused the water so anyone sitting on it had a gorgeous panoramic view. A number of chairs dotted the porch. "It's beautiful."
"Yes." Tracey sped up. "And it's ours for the weekend." Her smile radiated like the sun. The Jeep rolled through the sparse sea grass on to the property. A small carriage house served as garage, but Tracey pulled up next to house where a crushed shell driveway ended. They got out of the car and stepped towards the steep cliff over looking the weathered wooden dock. Tucked behind the carriage house sat a boat house. Next to it on the lift, Maxie's Bayliner raised out of the water. The boat looked bigger out of the water than in. Tracey learned to drive it the summer she and Maxie dated. There were a few times, Maxie's drinking got out of hand and Tracey had to pilot the craft back to home.
"Wow!" Followed by a short whistle, escaped Holly's lips. "I need to get into the banking industry."
"Believe me I thought the same thing at first. This house has been in her family for generations. She took over ownership when her mom passed a few years ago." Tracey recalled Maxie break down when she found out about her mother's cancer. She passed within six weeks of being diagnosed. Maxie barely had time to accept the illness before she buried her only relative.
"How often is she here?"
"Usually every weekend between April and September. There's a care taker she hired on to help her mom. They still ready the house and boat each year. Mow the grass if it's needed. Things like that."
"I'd live here year round." Holly walked up behind Tracey she wrapped her arms around her waist and lay her hands on her stomach. Tracey felt her shirt rise and the warmth of Holly's hand on her skin. Holly rested her chin on Tracey's shoulder and tightened her hold. "Some day." Tracey turned her face and kissed Holly's jaw.
"It would be nice." She whispered wanting to remember this moment for a long time. Ingrain it into her subconscious so she could recall every emotion coursing through her body. The heat of Holly's body pressed against her. The quiet calm they both experienced as the looked over the rippling water. She pressed her rear into Holly's center and she heard the quick moan. "You okay?" Raising her hand, she traced the features of Holly's face letting her fingers linger over the fullness of her bottom lip. When Holly kissed the digits, Tracey felt the rapid pulsing rushing through her body and leaned harder into the strong body behind her.
"Tracey..." the growl in her ear, caused goose bumps to rise on her arms. As soft lips began to nip at her neck and the barest hint of tongue caught her lobe.
"Come on lover...." Tracey waved her hand beckoning Holly to follow her as she pulled away from the growing need. "I'll give you the grand tour after we unpack the car." Tracey walked to the back of the Jeep lifting the cooler out. Holly took it from her arms.
"I'll take the nickel tour first....the grand can wait!" Holly said as she waited for Tracey to unlock the side door into the kitchen area. Tracey grabbed the bags in the car and headed upstairs.
"How about heading up here as soon as..." Tracey laughed as she heard the refrigerator door open and the contents of the cooler being put away in a hurry. She set her bag on the chest at the foot of the queen sized bed in the guest room at the top of the stairs. She had only slept in the master bedroom. Maxie insisted they share the king sized bed. Nothing ever happened but Tracey knew Maxie wanted something to. She began to take out her clothes and place them in the Victorian chest when Holly appeared at the door. "That was rather quick."
"Don't worry, I plan on taking my time with you." Holly's quick move startled Tracey as she was lifted into Holly's arms and placed in the middle of the bed. The spring squeaked under her weight. Holly stood next to the bed. She stared at Tracey for a moment with a wild look in her eyes then ripped her shirt over her head and shed her shorts and underwear in one swift movement. "It's been a long week." She said as she got on the bed with Tracey.
"Are you looking to get lucky doctor?" Tracey teased as she propped her head up on a bent elbow.
"Absolutely."
She traced her finger along Holly's face and down her neck. The journey continued along her collar bone dipping in the hallow that was not as prevalent as it had been months ago. Holly needed to gain a few pounds and looked healthier. Tracey continued her minstrels letting her fingers graze the skin between Holly's breasts. Each rose colored nipple pushed into tight buds demanding Tracey's touch. She waited bypassing her breasts and moved to the muscles covering her abdomen. The musky scent of Holly's need filled her senses.
"Tracey.." The strain in Holly's voice filled the air. She lifted her hand to pull Tracey hand to her breast. Tracey slapped her away.
"Patience doctor." She purred against her shoulder. Raising her eyes to Holly's face, Tracey kissed the juncture where her neck met her shoulder. "Look at me Holly." Lids fluttered open and closed a few times in an effort to focus. Finally brown eyes steadied on hers. "I love you." Tracey's hand cupped the underside of her breast lifting the weight in her palm and letting the pad of her thumb graze against the nipple. Holly's hip moved off the mattress causing the bed to creak. Tracey kissed her lips and began to move down Holly's torso. She felt Holly's hands on the hem of her shirt then it was lifted over her head. The clasp of her bra was quickly undone joining her shirt on the floor. Her nipples instantly harden as they touched the heat of Holly's body. She felt Holly's hand cupped one and begin to lightly pinch the nipple. The action sent a sensation from her breast to her clitoris. If she wasn't careful, she would cum sooner than she wanted to. With her mouth, she took Holly's breast teasing, nipping and playing with the hard rosy nub. A hand on her waist band made quick work of the button and zipper of her shorts. She lifted her hips in an effort to help Holly remove the barriers between them. They both released a sigh as wet centers touched against thighs. When Tracey lowering her shoulders in between quivering thighs, Holly spread her legs farther apart and grasped the chestnut hair with her fingers.
"Oh fuck..." Holly breathed out as Tracey's tongue touched the sensitive tissue. Alternating between her tongue and fingers, Tracey positioned her arms under Holly's leg and held her hips. Her hunger to satisfy the woman lying prone on the bed compelled her on. Balancing a fine line between her own pleasure and taking Holly over the proverbial edge, she wanted to savor the sweet nectar flowing freely from Holly's center. The pressure on her head increased as Holly lifted her hips to meet Tracey thrusting rhythm. She could feel the growing tightness as Holly's internal muscles began to clench around her fingers. Increasing the pace, Holly rode against her fingers while Tracey took the engorged clit between her lips. Sucking and milking the orgasm, trying to prolong the wave of ecstasy she rode. A primitive growl released from Holly's throat as her head fell back against the bed. Wave after wave ripples cascaded through Holly's body until she fell limp in exhaustion. Quiet murmurs filled the room as Tracey lapped the last of life juices from Holly's inter thighs. She slowly kissed her way up the doctor's body until she rested on her elbow staring down at the toothy grin covering Holly's face. Tracey let her lips touch Holly's pulling back slightly to see brown eyes hazy with passion.
"That was wonderful." The soft whisper followed a hand cupping her cheek. Tracey smirk brought a smile to Holly's face. "Proud of yourself are you?" The sleepy sound of Holly voice filled her ear.
"Of course, but I don't think a fist pump is warranted at this time." Tracey settled against Holly's recuperating body. "Maybe later." She wrapped Holly in her arms letting her head rest against her shoulder.
"Definitely later." Holly voice drifted as she fell asleep.
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