"This is a nice car." Abby giggled, making herself comfortable in the fancy sportscar that Veronica and Brandon had rented. "What kind is it?"
Veronica laughed. "Who cares?" She climbed in behind the driver's seat. "That's Brandon's job. All I know is I look fantastic behind the wheel!" She laughed as she lowered the convertible top, Abby laughed along with her. Veronica was so comfortable with who she was that Abby found herself envying the older woman.
"You don't think we're going to freeze our asses off with the top down?" Abby commented, feeling the chill immediately. Veronica started the engine and pulled out of the parking garage.
"Hon, what is the use of paying a small fortune to drive a fancy car like this unless you can flaunt it?" She said, so carefree. Abby laughed as her hair blew around her face. This woman was definitely fun!
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"Veronica? Do you know where you're going?" Abby asked, watching Veronica drive into a part of town that Abby rarely saw.
"Don't you worry your pretty little head, my dear? I know all the best shops in all the major cities. What the hell do you think I do when Brandon goes to his seminars?" Veronica found the street she wanted and pulled up in front of one of the nicest clothing shops in Chicago. Abby knew she couldn't afford anything in here.
"Uh, Veronica? I know you mean well and all but there are some nice places to get a dress over at the mall." Abby said. Veronica turned the car off and looked at Abby.
"Honey, this day is for you. We are going to go into these shops, buy the fanciest dress that costs a months salary, then we're going to go to some little tea shop, have ourselves a snack and spend some time at the day spa over there." She pointed. "We will end up over there," Again with the pointing. "And get our makeup and hair done before going back to the hotel and changing for our night out. Remember, fantasy, hunger, and trust. First, we start with fantasy." She simply stated, touching Abby's cheek with her soft hand. Abby couldn't help but to smile. She'd never had another woman treat her so well and she enjoyed it.
"Okay, but my Visa isn't going to like this much." She shrugged. Veronica gave her a look.
"Abby, would I insist that we come here if it wasn't my treat? Please, Dear. Both Brandon and I are physicians, specialists, with our own practices in upstate New York. Money is not a deciding factor in the amount of fun we're going to have today. Today is for fulfilling your wildest fantasies." Veronica climbed out of the car, handing her key over to the valet as she flirted openly with him.
"Take good car of my baby, won't you?" She purred to the acne-covered young man.
"Uh, of course, ma'am. I sure will." The kid stammered. Abby saw her door was being opened for her and she took the hand that was extended for her.
"Why, thank you." She said, feeling pretty. The young man smiled and nodded, making sure she was safely out of the car. Veronica joined her on the sidewalk and hooked her arm with Abby's.
"Hon, these people don't know you from Adam. Just walk with your ass tight, your tummy tucked and act like you've got a wad of cash up your snatch." They both laughed as they walked towards the first dress shop.
They walked in the first door and Abby instantly felt out of place. Suddenly her pants were too worn or her sweater was too bare or her shoes were too scuffed. She didn't have the arrogance and aura of wealth like Veronica did. Even in casual dress, Veronica looked like she was worth a million bucks.
She was just a simple nurse. And 'not that pretty of one' at that. Luka's words still stung like a razor. She nervously pulled a stray piece of hair back, wishing she were at the local K-mart instead of standing amongst all these high-class women.
"Abby, let me introduce you to Ginger. She's going to find you a dress for dinner tonight" Abby smiled nervously at the way too perky saleswoman.
"Okay." The woman looked over Abby's petite frame. "Let's see, small frame, we'll have to accentuate the small bust," The woman said as Abby laughed.
"It's not that small." She crossed her arms over her chest.
"It's not the size, it's how we use them, my dear. Tonight you are going to use every inch of your perfect skin to reel that man of yours in until he's at your feet, begging you." Veronica laughed, checking out a beautiful sequined gown. "What do you think of this?" She held it up and Abby smiled.
"Very pretty. I could never pull anything like that off but you, well, you would look radiant in it." She said. "Me, scrubs is about as fancy as I get."
"Haven't any of those handsome doctors at that hospital ever taken you out for a night on the town?" Veronica asked as they looked through the store. Abby laughed.
"Luka liked to hang out at a bar around the corner from his apartment. No, come to think of it, John is the only one that has ever taken me any place fancy." Abby joked.
"Where did John take you?" Veronica didn't know there had been such a rich history between them.
"Oh, he was so sweet. He had this fundraiser thing to go to, some kind of big event held at this museum and his family wouldn't let him come without a date. Well, his date cancelled and he started begging all the nurses. Well, most of them look at him like he's their son because he's practically grown up at that hospital and I didn't have anything better to do." She shrugged. "He came to pick me up and I've got this pant suit on. I open my door and there he was, in a tux and flowers! I was so embarrassed. The only fancy dress that I owned was this pink, goofy thing that I'd worn in my ex-husband's sister's wedding. God, I hated that dress! But when I came out, he was the perfect gentleman." She explained. Veronica could hear the passion in Abby's voice when she talked about John and she just wanted to slap the petite nurse up side the head to knock some sense into her. They belonged together and to Veronica, it was so obvious.
"Did you go to the fundraiser?" Veronica smiled, thinking about how they must have looked. Abby smiled also, having her own set of memories.
"Uh, yeah. I ran in to my ex-husband, too. He was there with his new girlfriend. John helped me let the air out of his tires. It was so funny! We sat in this limousine, watching for Richard to come out after the whole event was over and find the tires flat!" She chuckled, remembering it. "I can't remember when I've had so much fun as we did that night." She said thoughtfully.
"Sounds like the two of you have had some good times." Veronica noted.
"We have." Abby nodded. "He helped me change Luka's fish tank. I had accidentally cracked it while I was picking up some of my stuff after Luka and I had broken up. I left the key inside the apartment when I went back to work not thinking about it when John and I went back to replace the tank. I had to climb up his back to reach the fire escape. I guess one of the neighbors saw us and called the police. John was so worried that we were going to be arrested for breaking and entering but Luka showed up and refused to press charges."
"Well, that sounds like an exciting adventure," Veronica giggled at the thought of the two of them in such a situation.
"Oh, that was nothing compared to the time when my bipolar mom went off her meds. Maggie had a breakdown, and locked herself in a hotel room in Oklahoma. I couldn't get a flight and John arranged an immediate flight, took a few days off work, bought the tickets and we flew to Oklahoma to get her. He drove the whole way back while I took care of Maggie." Abby smiled. She hadn't realized that it had been John with her through some of her toughest times in the past few years.
"How long have you two been friends?" Veronica asked. Abby thought about it.
"Let's see, back two years ago, I was a med student, having been an OB nurse for a few years. He was one of the residents that used to help me because my resident was off finding all the attractive women and trauma cases. He was the one that showed me how to use an intubation camera and he was with me when I lost my first patient in the ER." A shudder ran over her skin. "But as far as friends go, I don't know. I mean… I was the one who caught him injecting Fentanyl and turned him in." Abby shrugged.
"And what do you think would have happened if you hadn't said anything?" Veronica asked, looking into Abby's eyes.
"I don't want to think about it." Abby shook her head and saw a black dress that caught her eye. She held it up. "What about this one?" She asked. Veronica stood there smiling, nodding her head.
“That, my dear, would make men swoon.” She held the dress up against her, trying to get a better visual image. “Go try it on.” Veronica insisted.
“Oh, I’m sure it’s really expensive.” Abby groaned, looking for a price tag. Veronica stopped her.
“Dear, go try that beautiful dress on and don’t worry about it. This is my fantasy.” She smiled, Abby shrugged but returned the gesture.
A few minutes later, Abby came out of the dressing room and stood in front of the mirror. She was amazed that a simple dress could make that much of a change in one’s appearance.
“Oh, that is lovely.” Veronica cooed, running her hands down Abby’s sides from the front, clearly stroking her in admiration. “You will have him doing more than begging at your feet in this dress.” Veronica made Abby turn around. While the straight black dress looked quite simple from the front with its high collar and clingy material, Veronica was totally sold upon seeing the open back with the severely plunging waistline. Silky material pooled slightly at Abby’s lumbar, baring her flawless skin while accenting the nicely shaped curves of her backside. Abby’s arms were bare and she looked so delicate yet independent in the dress.
“Do you think it’s too much for dinner?” Abby did like what she saw in the mirror. Even more than the dress she’d bought for the auction.
“Dinner or no dinner, you have got to get this dress. Can you imagine John’s face if you came out of your room dressed in this? He’d pop his zipper in an instant!" Veronica laughed, handing Abby a short, midnight blue velvet dress. “Here, try this one on.” She urged.
“Veronica, my bra is bigger than that whole dress!” She kidded. Veronica smiled widely.
“Oh, Abby, next, we go for the lingerie!” She exclaimed, having made a decision. She carried her own red velvet dress into her dressing room.
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Both girls walked out of the lingerie shop loaded with bags and boxes, laughing up a storm. They had actually managed to find several dresses and not wanting to have to decide between which one, they bought them all! Then of course, they had to have new shoes and sexy lingerie to make the fantasy complete. Abby had picked out several bra and panty sets, much nicer than her regular cotton bikinis and camisoles she usually wore and Veronica even had her thinking maybe she would get the chance to show them to John. She still didn't think it would happen tonight but Veronica seemed so sure.
They did manage to find a few things for the guys while shopping. Veronica found a few sweaters and a tie for Brandon while Abby found a pair of suspenders as well as a pair of sunglasses for John.
They loaded up the car and headed back out. Abby felt like a princess!
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Veronica opened the heavy doors and entered the day spa, escorting Abby inside. She checked in at the front desk and was immediately greeted by a young woman in a white pantsuit. Veronica held out her arm as she escorted Abby down a long decorated hall. They followed the woman into a rather large room furnished with two massage tables and a large privacy curtain.
Veronica stepped behind the curtain and began disrobing as she invited Abby to do the same. There was a row of ornate hooks and a few hangers on a clothes rack along with a couple of padded chairs. After they hanged their belongings, Veronica reached inside a small cabinet, which held several extra-large bath sheets in pretty pastel colors.
Veronica handed one to Abby as she wrapped her own naked body with another. Veronica's eye fixated on Abby as she leaned down and kissed Abby's inviting lips. Abby kissed her eagerly as she slid her hand along the top of the Veronica's towel where it had been tucked in, pulling it loose and tossing it onto the chair behind her.
Remembering how sweet Veronica had tasted, Abby wanted more as she kissed and nibbled at her nipples until they were firm. Abby's hand found Veronica's wet warmth as she continued to lavish attention on Veronica's breasts, kissing and licking down her front until she was on her knees, her finders deep inside as her lips met Veronica's clit.
"Oh! Abby, You are just too good at this," Veronica moaned as she bucked against Abby's fingers. Abby knew exactly where the most intimate spot inside a woman was as she found the tiny pea of Veronica's G-spot. Her assault quickly sent Veronica over the edge has she cried out her release, collapsing back into the chair as Abby embraced her. After her heart had stopped pounding against her chest, Veronica got up and traded places with Abby. Sitting her on the edge of the chair, kneeling in between her legs, she quickly and feverishly began lapping at Abby's flowing juices. She pushed her tongue deep inside Abby's moist opening and rubbed her fingers against her clitoris as Abby held her firmly in place, bucking her hips against Veronica's mouth.
"Oh, yes, yes," Abby groaned desperately trying not to scream out as she felt the waves crash, sending her completely over the edge. She brought Veronica's mouth up to hers as she kissed her hungrily, wanting to taste herself on Veronica's lips. They both pulled apart and giggled as they heard a soft knock at the door and woman's voice ask if they where ready.
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Covered only by their towels, they lay on the massage tables. The room was slowly becoming steamy. Abby couldn't place the scent but she knew she liked it.
"Comfortable?" Veronica asked, her masseuse kneading her thighs with her strong hands.
"Mmhm." Abby mumbled, totally relaxed as her shoulders turned to putty.
"Brandon has a wonderful masseuse back home. You should ask John about him sometime. Nathan took good care of him while he was visiting with us." Veronica said, hearing Abby giggle.
"The more I hear about that week, the more I wish I was a fly on the wall." Abby turned her head to the side and watched Veronica.
"I'd love to have you and John up to the estate some time. I think you'd love it." She offered.
"I don't know what makes you guys think John's going to do anything except be the perfect gentleman tonight. That man is not in love with me." Abby shrugged. Veronica sat up so quickly, her bare breasts totally exposed, catching the masseuse off guard.
"Abby! Can't you see it? Honey, I make a damn good living at this and that man is so in love with you, it hurts him." Veronica stated, her breasts bouncing with her emotion. Abby couldn't help but giggle.
"Veronica, can you ask them to stop looking at me?" She tried to hold her laughter in but was losing the battle. Veronica looked down at her erect nipples and back to Abby, and smiled.
"Just making my point." She said, both girls now completely overtaken by a giggle fit. Veronica stood, dropping both her towels and standing there, completely naked and proud. "Enough massage, time for waxing!" She exclaimed, pulling Abby off the table.
"Waxing?" Abby's voice cracked.
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Abby relaxed in the chair, her body satiated. The make-up artist began applying the eyeliner.
"This sure beats the hell out of the last activity." She mumbled, the makeup artist holding her jaw still. Veronica laughed.
"You don't want any unwanted hair getting in the way tonight." Veronica giggled.
"John is not going to agree to this thing you both have planned." Abby said, sure he would never do it with her.
"My dear, you haven't yet seen how hungry that man can be." Veronica giggled. Abby raised a recently plucked eyebrow.
"How do you do this?" Abby had to ask. "I mean, how do you and Brandon bring this out in people?" She didn't understand how it had been so easy for herself to be seduced and it sounded like John had been the same.
"You only live once." Veronica stated. "I love my husband more than anyone I have ever met and I know that he loves me. We are each other's best friends and we are totally honest with one another. We love to have sex and we occasionally need other partners to fulfill those desires." She shrugged. The two makeup artists that were working on the women exchanged glances. This conversation was getting good.
"John and Brandon bonded while they were in Atlanta. Nothing happened but for months after coming home, all I heard about was John. I really didn't know him other than from listening to Brandon. Well, I know my husband well enough to know when he has a crush. Anyway, Brandon finally mentioned where John worked and I remembered that my old college roommate was working there. I contacted her and we began working on a plan to get the two men together.” She explained as the stylist came in and began with her hair.
“Who’s your friend?” Abby casually asked.
“Do you know Kerry Weaver?” Veronica asked. Abby jerked up so quickly, the girl doing her make-up smeared mascara all down her cheek. “Oh, shit!” Abby mumbled.
“I’m so sorry.” The young girl stated, trying to wipe the smudged makeup but only making things worse. Abby laughed.
“Don’t worry about it. That was my fault.” She told the girl. “Weaver was your roommate?” Abby exclaimed, shocked that stiff old Kerry could possibly be friends with someone as carefree as Veronica.
“Yeah." Veronica nodded. "We’ve kept in touch over the years, you know. A card here and there, a letter every couple months, lunch occasionally. But getting John together with Brandon, now that is the most fun that I've had with Kerry since college.” Veronica said, Abby was dumbstruck.
“So, Weaver was involved in the whole fundraiser night?” She asked. Veronica smiled. Abby shook her head. “And she knew about the trip to see you guys?” She asked, her voice getting slightly higher with each question. Veronica was just smiling and nodding. “And what you guys had planned for John?” She finally asked. Veronica giggled, sipping on her ice tea.
“Kerry knows what kind of a reputation she has between the staff there. She knows people think she gets a bit tough at times,”
“More like cutthroat! She’s a barracuda!” Abby exclaimed, trying to picture the two women together. Veronica laughed.
“Oh, Honey, get a few shots of bourbon down her and she’s just like the rest of us girls.” Veronica joked. Abby got a strange twinkle in her eye.
“Does Kerry Weaver know about what John and Brandon did?” She asked.
“Only what John has told her. She doesn’t know Brandon very well but she knows me well enough.” Veronica teased. Abby shook her head.
“So, Weaver helped get him laid after all. I knew it! See, he was really nervous when he first won the bid and Weaver asked me to try and calm him down. That sneaky woman,“ Abby smiled.
“That sneaky woman cares about our Johnny very much. She’s the reason we’re here this time. She called us and told us he was withdrawing again. She still blames herself for not realizing he had a problem after his attack and I guess she got to know him pretty well while they lived together. She really does love him and wants him to be happy.”
Abby sat for a few minutes thinking about Kerry. While she was tough and at times seemed unfair, she did always seem to have a soft spot for John. He could get away with a bit more than most and Kerry always seemed to change her tone when speaking to and about him.
"We had to go to this stupid sexual harassment seminar. See, this dominatrix came in to the ER with this 'client' done up in total leather. I mean, head to foot leather. Well, once we sent him to X-ray, we, Susan and I, found her little bag of toys." Abby explained.
"Susan was the woman John was dating?" Veronica asked. She saw jealousy in Abby's eyes.
"Yes. Well, Susan and I started pulling things out and playing with them. Luka and John were both being bores so we started throwing things at them and this new med student who was with us. Well, needless to say, Weaver caught us. She yelled at all of us but she never once yelled at John. Well, she did yell at him when he tried to get her to let the med student go but other than that, nothing. We got banished to attend this seminar and I guess, in retaliation, someone ended up putting this strap-on in her locker. All day we tried to get the responsible party to admit it but no one ever did. Susan told me that after the day was over and the two of them were breaking up, he admitted he was the one who put it in Weaver's locker. You'd never get him to admit it though, not on your life!" She laughed to herself, shaking her head.
"John and Susan broke up after a sexual harassment seminar? Veronica questioned, thinking the circumstances were a bit strange. Abby was blushing.
"Susan told me she told him to go after me because she knew he was in love with me or some shit like that." Abby brushed it off. Veronica's eyebrows rose.
"Really?"
"She didn't understand. John never came after me for anything." She shrugged.
"So, I assume John doesn't like being treated differently." Veronica pondered. Abby shook her head.
"No, he just wants to fit in. I think that's one of his problems. He always stands out. You know, because of his family or because one of the many horrible things that has happened to him or by the fact that he's the baby of the ER. He's been there longer than almost anyone. He's grown up there and I think so many of the nurses especially treat him differently. He's judged harder than anyone else but at the same time, gets away with more. Does any of this babbling make any sense?" Abby realized she was going on and on about John.
"More than you know." Veronica nodded.
"So," Abby looked in the mirror at her perfect makeup job. She was pretty, even if Luka didn't think so. Then she looked at her mop. "What should I do with this?" She ran her fingers through her hair. Veronica got a huge smile.
"Why don't you do something fun, like curl it all around and leave it loose. You want to have it free for where we're going." She winked.
"Won't a nice bun be better? Maybe a French twist? I mean, shouldn't I get something fancy done? Aren't we going to some stuffy restaurant?" Abby said, her tone clearly stating it was not her first preference. Veronica shook her head.
"Oh, no, Dear. John has already made the plans and I think you'll be pleasantly surprised."
"Oh, really?" Abby said, thinking this may turn out to be a fun night yet.
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"Jing-Mei, one of the other residents, well, John calls her Deb but her name is actually Jing-Mei," Abby told Veronica as they navigated through the streets of Chicago.
"How does he get Deb from Jing-Mei?" Veronica asked. Abby rolled her eyes.
"I don't really know. They went to med school together and I guess he's always called her that. I think she used to go by Deb, but even after all of the times she's corrected him, he still calls her that. Well, anyway, she told me that they used to play pranks on each other all the time. She told me about this one day when the plumbing was screwed up and they had these portable potties set up in the bay. John was out there, you know, using the facilities and Jing-Mei pages him 911. All the nurses were watching from the window as he tore out of there, still zipping up his pants. He went sliding across the ice and practically slid right into the ER. He slipped right in front of the door right on his ass!" They both laughed.
"Oh, that must have been a sight!' Veronica giggled.
"She said it was classic. She said he had this long trail of toilet paper stuck to his shoe, too!" She laughed.
"Oh, my." Veronica laughed heartily.
"But he got her back. Jing-Mei told me she had this patient who was complaining of stomach pain," Abby had to stop and hold her stomach. "And John turned in the guy's X-rays. She took one look at them and it was of a stomach with all these nails! She thought her patient swallowed a bunch of nails!" Abby laughed so hard; she was crying her perfect makeup right off.
"Don't tell me? John?" Veronica asked, not realizing what a playful side John had. Abby's giggles subsided.
"Yeah, she said he taped a bunch of nails to his T-shirt and the X-ray was of him. It's been a while since he did anything like that. He has a great sense of humor." She said, calming down slowly. She smiled to herself, thinking about the chocolate chip cookies and Nicole. John could be such a tease.
Veronica turned down the street that John had written on the secret note, looking for the address. She was a bit surprised that John would know about a place like this as she found it.
"Oh, look." She pointed, nonchalantly. "A costume shop. You want to go inside? We still have a while before dinner." Veronica's eyes widened as she tried to look very interested.
"Now why would I want to go to a costume shop?" Abby giggled, thinking Veronica was absolutely crazy.
"Hm, you don't think John would be surprised to come home after working the night shift to find you cleaning the living room in some skimpy French maid's costume?" Veronica teased. She hoped it wouldn't be too hard to talk Abby into it. She looked at the young nurse
"Sure, let's go check it out," Abby shrugged.
Veronica cheered herself. That was smooth.
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"Oh, lookie, Abby! Look at these Victorian dresses. This one would look fantastic on you. You should go try it on." Veronica urged.
"You've got to be kidding?" Abby laughed at her. Veronica stepped directly in front of her, placed her fingers seductively on Abby's lips and whispered, "Dear, remember fantasy? Trust me, I know how to fill your man's hunger." Abby was mesmerized.
"Is he any good?" Abby heard herself ask. Veronica moaned, smiling.
"Honey, he is definitely worth all of this primping and preparing. John is pure emotion while in bed, interested in only one thing," She paused, running her finger across Abby's lips, down her chin and neck. "You."
Abby heard herself gasp slightly, not sure if the tingling she felt in her loins was from thinking about being John's whole focus as they made love or the way Veronica told her. That was when Abby's eyes focused across the room. She smiled.
"Look what's over there." She pointed, Veronica still so close to her. Veronica turned around to see a 1940's swing dance display, complete with dresses and Zoot suits. Abby walked towards them.
"Did you know John loves swing?" Abby said quietly, amazed at her luck. Veronica followed, smiling to herself.
"Why, no, I didn't." She lied. Abby was in another world.
"One of the reasons we took that apartment is because of the large living room area. Sometimes, we move all the furniture aside and dance. He's been teaching me several different steps he knows." Abby fingered the soft flowing materials of the flowered dresses, so simple yet so feminine.
"Really?" Veronica encouraged.
"He is such a great dancer. He hears the music in a way I had never thought possible." She was still smiling. "He feels it, you know? Not just hears it but feels it inside, in his bones. I've never seen a person hear music in quite that way. He feels the emotion, the beat, the way music was meant to be heard. I guess his proper upbringing taught him how to appreciate it the way it was meant to be appreciated." She giggled to herself. "Sometimes, we lie on the wood floor and he puts the speakers facing the floor. We lie there, just feeling the beat." She blushed, realizing she was totally lost in her and John's world. Veronica was just looking at her, smiling tenderly.
"You have it bad for him, don't you?" Veronica asked. Abby just blushed deeper.
"I guess I do." She admitted. "I have since the first time I saw him." Abby admitted.
Veronica could tell. She just couldn't figure out why those two couldn't see what was right in front of them.
"Have you ever kissed?" Veronica asked. Abby began looking through the dresses again.
"Uh, only little pecks, nothing really passionate, nothing with, you know, tongue." She giggled.
"Why not?" Veronica was curious. Abby looked up at her and shrugged.
"Because it would mean too much."
To be continued…………
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