Chapter 4
“Trick
or treat!”
“Oh
my God, Ciara…you’ve outdone yourself this year. Come
on in, guys.” Deanna leaned into Ciara as she
entered. “Who’s the date?”
“Bill.
Bill Clinton, the priest, can’t you tell?”
“Yeah,
and you’re a pregnant nun. UNDER the costume, girlie.”
Ciara just smiled brightly and moved past
her nosey friend, grabbing “Bill’s” hand. “Come on, Bill. This baby is givin’
me a backache. I need some liquor to dull the pain.”
“Now,
now…you can’t be drinking while you’re pregnant!”
“Get
me drunk, Bill or this nun’s gonna take a vow of eternal chastity all over
again.”
“You
know, it’s REAL hard to take you seriously in that habit.”
Deanna
watched her friend and date, trying to identify the voice under the mask.
Damned funny costumes. A priest and a nun was good enough, but add that
pregnant tummy on her and the
“Psst. Come here, Sister.” Deanna grabbed Ciara away from Nick and pulled her into the bathroom.
“Okay, come on. Who is it? You didn’t pick up Chris the other night, did you?”
“Oh
God, no. Nah, he’s just an old friend who wants to uh…remain anonymous
tonight.”
“Alright,
alright…I’ll leave it alone. What’s he hiding anyway?”
“Don’t
tell anyone, but uh…” she looked around the bathroom pretending to check for
unsuspecting ears and leaned in close to reveal her secret. “He’s really the
pregnant one.” Ciara planted a kiss on the cheek of
her friend and quickly left the small room, grabbing Nick along the way to the
bar. “Come on, Bill. Let’s get this party started.”
Nick
played his role to the hilt, occasionally rubbing Ciara’s
“pregnant” tummy, doing imitations of Clinton as needed to get through the “who
are you” questioning, and always somehow changing the conversation when someone
might be getting close to figuring it out.
It
was a great party, but a long one. After a few too many close calls, Nick had
had it. He eye-balled Ciara from across the room and
motioned her to a side hallway. She shimmied her way to the edge of the couch
she was sitting on and let the friends on each side of her to push her up from
behind. Thank God she’d never have to go through this pregnancy shit in real
life. What a pain in the ass…back…legs…yeah. What a pain!
“What
is it, uh…Bill? Need to visit the Oval Office?”
Nick
ripped the rubber mask from his face and gazed down at her. “Yeah, I’m thinkin’
that habit looks too clean. I might wanna stain it up a bit.”
Before
she could respond, he’d leaned down to her and was running his tongue along her
bottom lip, pulling her in for a sinful kiss. Catching her breath, she looked
up and giggled at his “mask hair”. “I think we can arrange that, Mr. President.
Let’s get out of here.”
Nick
grudgingly threw his mask back on and grabbed her arm working his way through
the crowd to the front door. “Come on, Sister. Time for confessional.”
As
they made their way to Nick’s home, Ciara tried to
undo herself from the pregnancy tummy and piles of fabric of the nun’s outfit.
Between the latex, layers of fabric and excess alcohol, she was burning up and
incredibly uncoordinated. She ended up in a fit of giggles, fabric and “tummy”
while Nick struggled to concentrate on the road and not the peeks of skin he
was getting whenever he glanced her way or offered a hand of support.
“Well,
shit. Forget this.” She shimmied the belly back to the front, flopped the skirt
back down and pouted the rest of the way home. All Nick could do was laugh at
her. He was no help at all.
Finally
inside, he ripped off his clerical collar and quickly took off his jacket.
“Come on, Sister…let’s get rid of this, uh…baby.”
He
leaned for a kiss and started unbuttoning, unsnapping, un….this was not
working. Trying to be smooth, he continued to delight her mouth with his tongue
while not getting anywhere in removing her costume or worse yet, that damned
belly. “Alright, dammit. Stop. No more kisses until
we get this stupid thing off. I’m going crazy here.”
Ciara giggled as she led him into the
bathroom. “I need a mirror. Come on, Bill. You’ve done this before, haven’t
you?”
As
soon as she could clearly see the snaps, the black fabric dropped and draped
around her ankles, showing a large latex belly, leotard and black hose. Very
sexy. “God, you really know how to turn a guy on, Ci.”
“Oh
shut up and help me get this off. It’s heavy.”
“Damn,
no kidding.” He tossed the huge prosthetic belly on the floor and laughed.
“You’re still wrapped up like a burrito…tell you what…I’ll get this stupid
thing off of me and wait for you in the bedroom.”
“Yep,
I feel all slimy anyway…I’ll be in in a few.” No
wonder priests and nuns were celibate. Couldn’t wait long enough to take off
their damned outfits. Ciara got all of her layers off
and jumped into Nick’s shower for a quick wash. While allowing the water to
take away her slight buzz from the party, it occurred to her she really had
nothing to put on, not that she needed anything, but…
She
stepped out of the shower and stopped cold as she spotted a new addition to the
bathroom. Obviously she’d had a visitor. Hanging from a hook on the wall was a
beautiful, lacy negligee. Just the right combination of sexy and modest. Damn,
he was good. Quickly towel drying her thick curls, she wrapped another towel
around her body to look this thing over. How sweet. When did he do this anyway?
Not wanting to ask anymore questions, she slid into the silky fabric and made
her way to her awaiting lover.
He
sat propped up against a pile of pillows, one arm behind his head, letting the
sheets cloak his naked body and play off the color of his eyes. As she entered
the room, he couldn’t contain the smile, the joy. She was beautiful. Wet auburn
curls fell around her shoulders and the creamy silk hugged her at just the
right spots. “Now THAT’S a habit I think I could get into. Come here, Ci.”
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Morning
again. Now it was Nick’s turn to mull it through. This was only their second
night, second morning together since their meeting?
Just
as Nick leaned in to wake Ciara from her slumber, an
unfamiliar ring jolted him out of his trance. “What the--?”
Grabbing
a pair of sweats from a pile on the floor, he followed the sound to Ciara’s purse. Digging around, he finally found her pager.
Damn. Afraid he’d totally screw something up with her settings, he took it back
to the bedroom and figured he might as well have a little fun with it. He
quietly approached her side of the bed and laid it right next to her head….this
oughta be good.
Sure
enough, the pager began making noise again and Ciara
sprung out of the bed like a cat whose tail got caught. “God dammit! What IS that!?”
Nick
fell back laughing at the look on her face, hair tossed all over the place and
finally recognition at the sound. “Jesus, Nick. How did this end up in here?”
He
looked at her innocently. “I have no idea.”
“Liar.
You put this thing here. You’re so gonna pay.” She picked up the annoying box
and looked at the number. “Shit. I need to call in. It’s the hospital.”
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