RP Log with randybyname | Trust me, I'm a twin
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It couldn't possibly be morning. It really couldn't. Randy wasn't impressed being woken up this early. Only, when she finally managed to peel her eyes open and look at the clock, she realised it was actually one in the afternoon, and the knowledge did get her butt into gear a little more. Beside her, Peter was still out like a light. They had decided to rent an apartment in New York for the week with Mel for New Year, and it was fortunate they got one near The Bondi, meaning it was only a short distance home and they could enjoy a few drinks. It was a good excuse to hang out in the city for awhile, and Randy figured Peter could catch up with family or friends while he was here if he wanted to, but he didn't seem in much of a hurry to do so. She flipped the sheets back over his naked butt after giving it a small pat. He had to at least be decent, even if no one would barge into her room unannounced. But now the drink didn't seem like such a good idea, and she had a distinct hangover. Her head was pounding, she felt like she had been hit by a bus. But a pit stop in the bathroom to to throw up spectacularly had her feeling about 30% more normal when she was done, but she still was opposed to being awake. It was tempting to be back in bed with Peter.
She stopped down the stairs in her cotton teddy bear pyjamas, blonde hair sticking up in all directions. She needed coffee. Lots of coffee, maybe right from the pot. She found Mel in the kitchenette and sort of just grunted at her twin a little as she beelined directly for the kettle. "How can you even be awake right now?" she mumbled and rubbed a hand over her face, then peered at her twin through her fingers.
Mel gave her a soft smirk as she took a sip of her orange juice. "I'm not, it's just an illusion," she answered in a husky voice. She had always sounded croaky after staying up late, no matter how much she drank, or didn't drink. She'd only had a couple of beers, the last being consumed after she'd kissed Nathan. The DJ had been dragged away shortly after by Luke for something, or other, and Mel had given them their space, and gone to celebrate with her brother and sister. She watched Randy now, still looking at her in amusement. "So... how's the sex?"
"Should I ask you the same thing?" Randy threw back with a faint smirk before she looked around in the cupboard for some Alka-Seltzer to settle her stomach. She checked the box to make sure she wasn't taking the last one, though, in case Peter woke up feeling like crap, too. She had a vague recollection of making sure he knew where the toilet was on their way home last night. He had a bit more to drink than her, but because of her size, she got pissed a lot quicker. She also had vague recollections of sitting on the side of a bathroom sink while he fucked her, but that could have just been a really good dream. She shook her head just a little to try and clear it. "The DJ... holy shit, is he a little hottie or what? The hair, the eyes, the ass. How did I not notice him before? He didn't seem to be looking at you like you were a total bore in the conversation. Tell me you went and found him to ask him out before you left the party."
Mel shook her head. "Nope, there was only kissing. A kiss. Which I initiated," she added with a tone that said she was actually quite proud of herself. "We just talked a lot, and he didn't seem bored at all. I did get to see his chest. He lifted up his shirt... Holy shit, indeed, sis. He's a total hottie! I bet there's nothing little about him. And I like his ass a lot. And his eyes. And he has a nice smile. Tastes nice, too. He kisses like a demon." She leaned on the counter, and rest her head on her hand as she gave a small moan just thinking about the kiss. "And he looks good in a hat. He's played at The London a few times. We've seen him. Well, I've definitely seen him. He was safe to perve on, you know? Up in his little booth thing where I was safe in not having to worry about talking to him. Just... last night I decided to." Mel let out a sigh as she turned to look at her sister forlornly. "Couldn't find him. I think it was a kiss 'n' run. Probably won't get another chance."
Randy raised an eyebrow at her sister. "Snap out of it! Damn defeatist you are. You make my head ache even more. If he works at the The London, you can find him there. It wasn't a kiss and run if he got pulled away. It was external factors at work, so that doesn't count as running. He was working, we can't forget that. Did you get his number? Why didn't you get his number? I know. Luke will have his number, you can ask your footballer to get it off Luke. Then you can call him, and talk to him again. Ask him on a date. Did you get anymore info? Did you at least get his name?" she asked, looking at her sister hopefully.
Mel pressed her lips together as she looked away, and shrugged her shoulder a little. She couldn't help being a defeatist. Her track record was nothing to be proud of, Cameron being the one to start to bring her out of her shell again. Only she still automatically assumed a guy wouldn't want anything to do with her. "I think it's only a hobby. He said it was a hobby. He's really a doctor at PPTH. He's just got his placement after Medical School, and he's in Paediatrics. He works with kids, how cool is that?!" Mel's mood picked up again as she got a goofy look just thinking about Nathan in a pair of scrubs being all doctorly. "I didn't have time to get his number! It was suddenly midnight, and then I just kissed him and he got pulled away! But he let me pick a song! Did you hear Bowie? That was mine! Fuck, he was so awesome... And nice, and has a brain, and a really good kisser." She bit her lip as she looked at her sister. "Do you really think I should ask Cameron to ask Luke for his number? His name's Nathan. Didn't get a last one."
Randy was just sitting there smirking at sister over the top of her glass. "You've got it so bad," she said with an accusatory point. "You want in his scrub pants. How did you not get the number right up? Mel! A fucking doctor! A doctor! A doctor who knows his tunes and has an ass that should be dipped in gold! You talked to him and your brain didn't bleed out of your ears or your mouth. Yes. Yes, I think you should ask Cameron to get his hands on a number and a surname."
Mel threw her hands up. "I don't know! It didn't even cross my mind, I just wanted to be able to get through the conversation with him without melting in a puddle of goo formerly known as me. My heart was pounding, and I was getting all nervous, but I made it! I don't... well, I do! But tell me you didn't want in Peter's scrub pants?" Mel started to twirl her hair around her finger as she sat there lost in thought for a moment. "His ass really should be dipped in gold... Or at least chocolate. That I can lick off... I don't know if it's awkward or not if I ask Cameron... Even though we're friends."
"I ran over him! It wasn't fucking romantic, you know! I didn't even know he had them at that point! You're going to miss your opportunity if you keep procrastinating!" Randy scolded as she took a tentative sip of the fizzing water, scrunching her nose up. The taste was always gross. "Look at this way. He's single... I assume... he's blonde, he's blue-eyed, he has an awesome body, he's a doctor, and he's a DJ, he's good with kids. If you don't bite the bullet and say fuck it to the awkward, someone else will. If he's a new kid on the Princeton block, it won't be long before a nurse or a groupie takes his ass in hand and you'll miss out."
"It was romantic! Look what happened! You went home with him, and then you got to play nurse to his nurse, and then fucked him!" Melanie let out a wistful sigh. "You never did tell me what the sex was like." She wriggled in her seat, her stomach already filling with butterflies as she continued to think about Nathan, and getting his number. "He is single. I asked. He asked me, too. Sort of. But we know we're single! That's something, isn't it? I don't want anyone else taking his ass in hand. That belongs in my hand."
Randy pointed again as she swallowed. "Only person going to make that happen is you. No one else can do it for you. How can it be awkward anyway, if Cameron was only ever friends with benefits, anyway? I thought you said he was in a different headspace to you. He isn't going to deny you hitting on the DJ. Hell, he might even know the guy. Who even knows? The sex? With me and Peter?"
Mel nodded as she chewed on her lip. "Okay. Well, I want to make it happen. And you're right... he is. So he shouldn't really mind. I think Nathan said something about knowing the Prestons, but I can't remember now. I'll ask Cameron. Promise." She smirked. "Who else are you having sex with?"
"No one at the moment, but that doesn't mean I wasn't before I met him," Randy reasoned and finally shifted to sit down next to her sister, making no attempt to stifle a wide yawn. "It's only been recently he hasn't had bruises or casts. It was kind of awkward before that. You should know with Cameron. A broken arm is just as hard, believe it or not. Guys don't coordinate the best with one hand, unless it's on themselves. It's awesome now. He said it had been awhile, so I lucked out. You would have been saving yourself so much hassle right now if you just asked him out on the night. You don't have anything to lose asking a guy out. You need to see that. The guy sounds like a real catch, and he didn't run screaming into the night when you talked to him, did he? He talked back?"
"I know that, but I'm asking about Peter. I mean, we finally get to see the guy properly and everything. And he survived Matt at Christmas time. That's got to mean something. It just makes me wonder what it would have been like with Cameron if he didn't have his cast, but we both know it's not going to happen. I saw his ex at the party, she's unbelievably gorgeous." Mel turned to look at Randy. "Well, I would have gotten to it! We did a lot of talking in the short time, and no he didn't run screaming. He just got dragged away. I really want to ask him out now!"
Randy gestured with her glass. "Matt was half pissed at Christmas by the time Peter got there. I got off easy. He's a footballer, I bet he's one fuck of a lay when he's not injured. Athletes always are. He probably has the stamina to keep it up for hours. I saw her too. All I wanted to do was poke her in the eye with my beer bottle," she admitted with a shrug. "You gotta talk to Cameron. See if he knows anything. Right now, though, I'm guessing your DJ is probably smartly passed out cold considering he worked last night. Such a shame. You could be passed out cold with him right now after a New Year fuck if you weren't so nervous boys would bite."
"Hey, enjoy it while you can. Matt might realise he let Peter off early." Mel pushed Randy gently. "Stop it! No wonder I'm paranoid about the what ifs when you're always telling me what I could have had over and over." She sighed, and tilted her head. "Cameron might be passed out, too. And I didn't want to poke her in the eye with a beer bottle. More just wonder why she got to get knocked up with Cameron's kids."
Randy shrugged. "Because he was in love with her and she fucked him over," she said simply. "That's why. It's not rocket science. So, text him. He'll get it when he wakes up. Or leave him an online message. Where is he? At his brother's New York place, I assume. You could meet him for a coffee. How are you ever going to learn if I don't ride your ass? I know you. You'll chicken out if I don't keep pushing, and this time, you really have something awesome that could pass you by."
"I'll leave him an online message. I mean, Cam's probably going to be online at some point. He's still kind of limited." Mel rest her head against Randy's shoulder. "I love you for riding my ass, really. And I think maybe I could have something awesome, too." Mel let out another sigh, this one a littel more content. Maybe all her nerves and patience was actually about to be rewarded.
"Cameron might have Doc DJ on his contacts list. He can link you. The internet is a lovely little thing when it needs to be. You can have cyber sex," Randy teased, knowing her sister would probably die of mortification at the thought of trying to do that with a new crush. "Or phone sex. Or, if he's staying in New York for a couple of days, you can," she gasped, as if making a sudden, awesome discovery, "ask him on a date."
Mel gasped from reflex before slapping her hand over her mouth and starting to giggle. "Randy!" She stayed as she was, a blush working its way into her cheeks as she just stared at her sister. "I... can't. Wait, wait. I have to stop saying that. I can. I can ask him out... and maybe even... no, no phone sex! I only just met him!"
"So? You were telling me to bed Peter when I only just met him. You were in the booth with him, you saw his hands. All DJs work well with their hands, all those buttons. Can't you imagine what his fingers might look like wrapped around his dick while he's all hot and turned on? Naked and sweaty amongst the bed sheets. You said you saw his chest, how do you think that would look when he's all exerted and working the muscles above you?" Randy was on a roll and she blew out a sharp breath, fanning herself. "And in you."
Mel wriggled in her seat again, but this time the restlessness had a different feel. Randy really was on a roll, and Mel couldn't deny her imagination was genuinely doing well at filling in the gaps, and creating the visuals. Mel let out a quiet moan as her eyes slipped closed. "Mm... You're evil."
Randy waved her hand dismissively. "I'm merely trying to get your brain on it's natural route before you chicken out and start making excuses why you shouldn't call him. He's like... the whole package. I don't even know if you ever decided you have a type, but you gotta admit, that's a pretty damn good type to have. Blond-haired, blue-eyed doctor. We have a few of those in our bunch and they got snapped up quicker than Ben & Jerry's new ice cream flavour."
Mel was shaking her head before she quickly nodded in agreement. "No, never did decide to have a type, but I think Nathan's mine. He's a doctor and a DJ. It's like a total awesome dreamboat package. I wonder what his package really is like... I mean, I've, um... Cam's, like, ten inches." She had started to drift off before she blinked, and looked at Randy. "They have a new ice cream flavour?"
Randy nodded. "Yeah, I hear that twin package aren't penilely challenge in any way. You would know, I wouldn't. I heard George saying so at the party. They were trying to take bets on whether Aiden was just as hung, and how hot their homemade porn would be. They say you can tell by the size of a guy's feet, but that's bullshit. That's what chicks who can't get laid say. You might get a flash of a hint in scrubs. If he goes commando. They tend to show nice outlines occasionally..."
"Have you had sex with Peter at the hospital yet? Or just like ripping his scrubs off him?" Mel scrunched her nose up a little. "I couldn't watch it. Those twins are definitely in no way penile challenged, well, other than Pat being affected by the MS, but I couldn't watch him and Aiden go at it. I know him and Pat are different, just like me and you are different, but I just couldn't."
Randy shook her head. "No, and I won't, either. Not my thing. Doesn't do it for me. And I wasn't talking about Peter's scrubs, I was talking in general." She smirked, sipping from the glass again. "I could. It'd be bloody hot."
Mel smirked back at her sister. "Want me to ask Cameron to steal a tape for you while I'm asking him for favours?"
Randy gave her sister a nudge. "No, I think you should focus on getting that number and not let anything deter it," she insisted firmly.
Mel leaned forward to kiss her sister's cheek. "Yes, ma'am. I better get to work on my missing. And you should get to work on your nurse. Don't leave him alone too long."
Randy made a small snorting noise. "He has to wait until I'm not hungover. Test of compassion here. He touches me, I'll puke on him. And probably vice versa. I think we drank a lot more than I remember last night. But point. I should go die now, at least for a few hours. If you score a date, I want to be the first to know."
"What if it happens while you're dying?" Mel asked, and brushed her sister's hair behind her ear. "It's got to be better dying next to a naked Peter, right? At least I'm assuming he's naked..."
"He was when I left him," Randy laughed. "But he's hungover. I might go up there and find him in one of my bra's or something. You know what a pissed bloke can be like. Look at Matty. If it happens while I'm dying, take a transcript and detailed notes. I want to know exactly what he says."
Mel hopped off her stool and gave her sister another kiss on the cheek. "Deal. And if Peter is in your bra I want a photo."
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It couldn't possibly be morning. It really couldn't. Randy wasn't impressed being woken up this early. Only, when she finally managed to peel her eyes open and look at the clock, she realised it was actually one in the afternoon, and the knowledge did get her butt into gear a little more. Beside her, Peter was still out like a light. They had decided to rent an apartment in New York for the week with Mel for New Year, and it was fortunate they got one near The Bondi, meaning it was only a short distance home and they could enjoy a few drinks. It was a good excuse to hang out in the city for awhile, and Randy figured Peter could catch up with family or friends while he was here if he wanted to, but he didn't seem in much of a hurry to do so. She flipped the sheets back over his naked butt after giving it a small pat. He had to at least be decent, even if no one would barge into her room unannounced. But now the drink didn't seem like such a good idea, and she had a distinct hangover. Her head was pounding, she felt like she had been hit by a bus. But a pit stop in the bathroom to to throw up spectacularly had her feeling about 30% more normal when she was done, but she still was opposed to being awake. It was tempting to be back in bed with Peter.
She stopped down the stairs in her cotton teddy bear pyjamas, blonde hair sticking up in all directions. She needed coffee. Lots of coffee, maybe right from the pot. She found Mel in the kitchenette and sort of just grunted at her twin a little as she beelined directly for the kettle. "How can you even be awake right now?" she mumbled and rubbed a hand over her face, then peered at her twin through her fingers.
Mel gave her a soft smirk as she took a sip of her orange juice. "I'm not, it's just an illusion," she answered in a husky voice. She had always sounded croaky after staying up late, no matter how much she drank, or didn't drink. She'd only had a couple of beers, the last being consumed after she'd kissed Nathan. The DJ had been dragged away shortly after by Luke for something, or other, and Mel had given them their space, and gone to celebrate with her brother and sister. She watched Randy now, still looking at her in amusement. "So... how's the sex?"
"Should I ask you the same thing?" Randy threw back with a faint smirk before she looked around in the cupboard for some Alka-Seltzer to settle her stomach. She checked the box to make sure she wasn't taking the last one, though, in case Peter woke up feeling like crap, too. She had a vague recollection of making sure he knew where the toilet was on their way home last night. He had a bit more to drink than her, but because of her size, she got pissed a lot quicker. She also had vague recollections of sitting on the side of a bathroom sink while he fucked her, but that could have just been a really good dream. She shook her head just a little to try and clear it. "The DJ... holy shit, is he a little hottie or what? The hair, the eyes, the ass. How did I not notice him before? He didn't seem to be looking at you like you were a total bore in the conversation. Tell me you went and found him to ask him out before you left the party."
Mel shook her head. "Nope, there was only kissing. A kiss. Which I initiated," she added with a tone that said she was actually quite proud of herself. "We just talked a lot, and he didn't seem bored at all. I did get to see his chest. He lifted up his shirt... Holy shit, indeed, sis. He's a total hottie! I bet there's nothing little about him. And I like his ass a lot. And his eyes. And he has a nice smile. Tastes nice, too. He kisses like a demon." She leaned on the counter, and rest her head on her hand as she gave a small moan just thinking about the kiss. "And he looks good in a hat. He's played at The London a few times. We've seen him. Well, I've definitely seen him. He was safe to perve on, you know? Up in his little booth thing where I was safe in not having to worry about talking to him. Just... last night I decided to." Mel let out a sigh as she turned to look at her sister forlornly. "Couldn't find him. I think it was a kiss 'n' run. Probably won't get another chance."
Randy raised an eyebrow at her sister. "Snap out of it! Damn defeatist you are. You make my head ache even more. If he works at the The London, you can find him there. It wasn't a kiss and run if he got pulled away. It was external factors at work, so that doesn't count as running. He was working, we can't forget that. Did you get his number? Why didn't you get his number? I know. Luke will have his number, you can ask your footballer to get it off Luke. Then you can call him, and talk to him again. Ask him on a date. Did you get anymore info? Did you at least get his name?" she asked, looking at her sister hopefully.
Mel pressed her lips together as she looked away, and shrugged her shoulder a little. She couldn't help being a defeatist. Her track record was nothing to be proud of, Cameron being the one to start to bring her out of her shell again. Only she still automatically assumed a guy wouldn't want anything to do with her. "I think it's only a hobby. He said it was a hobby. He's really a doctor at PPTH. He's just got his placement after Medical School, and he's in Paediatrics. He works with kids, how cool is that?!" Mel's mood picked up again as she got a goofy look just thinking about Nathan in a pair of scrubs being all doctorly. "I didn't have time to get his number! It was suddenly midnight, and then I just kissed him and he got pulled away! But he let me pick a song! Did you hear Bowie? That was mine! Fuck, he was so awesome... And nice, and has a brain, and a really good kisser." She bit her lip as she looked at her sister. "Do you really think I should ask Cameron to ask Luke for his number? His name's Nathan. Didn't get a last one."
Randy was just sitting there smirking at sister over the top of her glass. "You've got it so bad," she said with an accusatory point. "You want in his scrub pants. How did you not get the number right up? Mel! A fucking doctor! A doctor! A doctor who knows his tunes and has an ass that should be dipped in gold! You talked to him and your brain didn't bleed out of your ears or your mouth. Yes. Yes, I think you should ask Cameron to get his hands on a number and a surname."
Mel threw her hands up. "I don't know! It didn't even cross my mind, I just wanted to be able to get through the conversation with him without melting in a puddle of goo formerly known as me. My heart was pounding, and I was getting all nervous, but I made it! I don't... well, I do! But tell me you didn't want in Peter's scrub pants?" Mel started to twirl her hair around her finger as she sat there lost in thought for a moment. "His ass really should be dipped in gold... Or at least chocolate. That I can lick off... I don't know if it's awkward or not if I ask Cameron... Even though we're friends."
"I ran over him! It wasn't fucking romantic, you know! I didn't even know he had them at that point! You're going to miss your opportunity if you keep procrastinating!" Randy scolded as she took a tentative sip of the fizzing water, scrunching her nose up. The taste was always gross. "Look at this way. He's single... I assume... he's blonde, he's blue-eyed, he has an awesome body, he's a doctor, and he's a DJ, he's good with kids. If you don't bite the bullet and say fuck it to the awkward, someone else will. If he's a new kid on the Princeton block, it won't be long before a nurse or a groupie takes his ass in hand and you'll miss out."
"It was romantic! Look what happened! You went home with him, and then you got to play nurse to his nurse, and then fucked him!" Melanie let out a wistful sigh. "You never did tell me what the sex was like." She wriggled in her seat, her stomach already filling with butterflies as she continued to think about Nathan, and getting his number. "He is single. I asked. He asked me, too. Sort of. But we know we're single! That's something, isn't it? I don't want anyone else taking his ass in hand. That belongs in my hand."
Randy pointed again as she swallowed. "Only person going to make that happen is you. No one else can do it for you. How can it be awkward anyway, if Cameron was only ever friends with benefits, anyway? I thought you said he was in a different headspace to you. He isn't going to deny you hitting on the DJ. Hell, he might even know the guy. Who even knows? The sex? With me and Peter?"
Mel nodded as she chewed on her lip. "Okay. Well, I want to make it happen. And you're right... he is. So he shouldn't really mind. I think Nathan said something about knowing the Prestons, but I can't remember now. I'll ask Cameron. Promise." She smirked. "Who else are you having sex with?"
"No one at the moment, but that doesn't mean I wasn't before I met him," Randy reasoned and finally shifted to sit down next to her sister, making no attempt to stifle a wide yawn. "It's only been recently he hasn't had bruises or casts. It was kind of awkward before that. You should know with Cameron. A broken arm is just as hard, believe it or not. Guys don't coordinate the best with one hand, unless it's on themselves. It's awesome now. He said it had been awhile, so I lucked out. You would have been saving yourself so much hassle right now if you just asked him out on the night. You don't have anything to lose asking a guy out. You need to see that. The guy sounds like a real catch, and he didn't run screaming into the night when you talked to him, did he? He talked back?"
"I know that, but I'm asking about Peter. I mean, we finally get to see the guy properly and everything. And he survived Matt at Christmas time. That's got to mean something. It just makes me wonder what it would have been like with Cameron if he didn't have his cast, but we both know it's not going to happen. I saw his ex at the party, she's unbelievably gorgeous." Mel turned to look at Randy. "Well, I would have gotten to it! We did a lot of talking in the short time, and no he didn't run screaming. He just got dragged away. I really want to ask him out now!"
Randy gestured with her glass. "Matt was half pissed at Christmas by the time Peter got there. I got off easy. He's a footballer, I bet he's one fuck of a lay when he's not injured. Athletes always are. He probably has the stamina to keep it up for hours. I saw her too. All I wanted to do was poke her in the eye with my beer bottle," she admitted with a shrug. "You gotta talk to Cameron. See if he knows anything. Right now, though, I'm guessing your DJ is probably smartly passed out cold considering he worked last night. Such a shame. You could be passed out cold with him right now after a New Year fuck if you weren't so nervous boys would bite."
"Hey, enjoy it while you can. Matt might realise he let Peter off early." Mel pushed Randy gently. "Stop it! No wonder I'm paranoid about the what ifs when you're always telling me what I could have had over and over." She sighed, and tilted her head. "Cameron might be passed out, too. And I didn't want to poke her in the eye with a beer bottle. More just wonder why she got to get knocked up with Cameron's kids."
Randy shrugged. "Because he was in love with her and she fucked him over," she said simply. "That's why. It's not rocket science. So, text him. He'll get it when he wakes up. Or leave him an online message. Where is he? At his brother's New York place, I assume. You could meet him for a coffee. How are you ever going to learn if I don't ride your ass? I know you. You'll chicken out if I don't keep pushing, and this time, you really have something awesome that could pass you by."
"I'll leave him an online message. I mean, Cam's probably going to be online at some point. He's still kind of limited." Mel rest her head against Randy's shoulder. "I love you for riding my ass, really. And I think maybe I could have something awesome, too." Mel let out another sigh, this one a littel more content. Maybe all her nerves and patience was actually about to be rewarded.
"Cameron might have Doc DJ on his contacts list. He can link you. The internet is a lovely little thing when it needs to be. You can have cyber sex," Randy teased, knowing her sister would probably die of mortification at the thought of trying to do that with a new crush. "Or phone sex. Or, if he's staying in New York for a couple of days, you can," she gasped, as if making a sudden, awesome discovery, "ask him on a date."
Mel gasped from reflex before slapping her hand over her mouth and starting to giggle. "Randy!" She stayed as she was, a blush working its way into her cheeks as she just stared at her sister. "I... can't. Wait, wait. I have to stop saying that. I can. I can ask him out... and maybe even... no, no phone sex! I only just met him!"
"So? You were telling me to bed Peter when I only just met him. You were in the booth with him, you saw his hands. All DJs work well with their hands, all those buttons. Can't you imagine what his fingers might look like wrapped around his dick while he's all hot and turned on? Naked and sweaty amongst the bed sheets. You said you saw his chest, how do you think that would look when he's all exerted and working the muscles above you?" Randy was on a roll and she blew out a sharp breath, fanning herself. "And in you."
Mel wriggled in her seat again, but this time the restlessness had a different feel. Randy really was on a roll, and Mel couldn't deny her imagination was genuinely doing well at filling in the gaps, and creating the visuals. Mel let out a quiet moan as her eyes slipped closed. "Mm... You're evil."
Randy waved her hand dismissively. "I'm merely trying to get your brain on it's natural route before you chicken out and start making excuses why you shouldn't call him. He's like... the whole package. I don't even know if you ever decided you have a type, but you gotta admit, that's a pretty damn good type to have. Blond-haired, blue-eyed doctor. We have a few of those in our bunch and they got snapped up quicker than Ben & Jerry's new ice cream flavour."
Mel was shaking her head before she quickly nodded in agreement. "No, never did decide to have a type, but I think Nathan's mine. He's a doctor and a DJ. It's like a total awesome dreamboat package. I wonder what his package really is like... I mean, I've, um... Cam's, like, ten inches." She had started to drift off before she blinked, and looked at Randy. "They have a new ice cream flavour?"
Randy nodded. "Yeah, I hear that twin package aren't penilely challenge in any way. You would know, I wouldn't. I heard George saying so at the party. They were trying to take bets on whether Aiden was just as hung, and how hot their homemade porn would be. They say you can tell by the size of a guy's feet, but that's bullshit. That's what chicks who can't get laid say. You might get a flash of a hint in scrubs. If he goes commando. They tend to show nice outlines occasionally..."
"Have you had sex with Peter at the hospital yet? Or just like ripping his scrubs off him?" Mel scrunched her nose up a little. "I couldn't watch it. Those twins are definitely in no way penile challenged, well, other than Pat being affected by the MS, but I couldn't watch him and Aiden go at it. I know him and Pat are different, just like me and you are different, but I just couldn't."
Randy shook her head. "No, and I won't, either. Not my thing. Doesn't do it for me. And I wasn't talking about Peter's scrubs, I was talking in general." She smirked, sipping from the glass again. "I could. It'd be bloody hot."
Mel smirked back at her sister. "Want me to ask Cameron to steal a tape for you while I'm asking him for favours?"
Randy gave her sister a nudge. "No, I think you should focus on getting that number and not let anything deter it," she insisted firmly.
Mel leaned forward to kiss her sister's cheek. "Yes, ma'am. I better get to work on my missing. And you should get to work on your nurse. Don't leave him alone too long."
Randy made a small snorting noise. "He has to wait until I'm not hungover. Test of compassion here. He touches me, I'll puke on him. And probably vice versa. I think we drank a lot more than I remember last night. But point. I should go die now, at least for a few hours. If you score a date, I want to be the first to know."
"What if it happens while you're dying?" Mel asked, and brushed her sister's hair behind her ear. "It's got to be better dying next to a naked Peter, right? At least I'm assuming he's naked..."
"He was when I left him," Randy laughed. "But he's hungover. I might go up there and find him in one of my bra's or something. You know what a pissed bloke can be like. Look at Matty. If it happens while I'm dying, take a transcript and detailed notes. I want to know exactly what he says."
Mel hopped off her stool and gave her sister another kiss on the cheek. "Deal. And if Peter is in your bra I want a photo."
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