I Know This Much Is True (part 2)
Two weeks later. I had gotten to Princeton the previous evening, and by late afternoon I was feeling a bit impatient when I found a note on the door with my name on it in House's handwriting. I opened it up.
Meet me in my office.
A few bills fluttered out of the envelope which I knew were intended to be cab fare.
In the taxi on the way over, i thought it was decidedly odd that House hadn't met me at the airport or contacted me the first day I got into town, which was the usual way he greeted me. More specifically, the usual way he greeted me was to lunge for me the second we got any privacy and cover me in his velvet kisses.
"He was probably very busy with his work," I thought, getting out of the taxi and walking into the hospital. "I don't think there's anything wrong, at least I hope there isn't." I noticed, a bit nervously, that I didn't see any of the hospital personnel whom I knew apart from Nurse Brenda and she had a look that reminded me of Sean Penn with a piece of barb wire up his ass so I wasn't going to ask her any questions.
I walked up to House's office and opened up the door and my jaw dropped.
He was busy all right, but he wasn't working.
His hand was wedged between Cameron's thighs, he was getting Cuddy off with his tongue, and Wilson was slowly sliding into his rear while giving him a reach-around. I hastily stepped into the office, locking the door behind me.
"Hey, can I play too?" I took a tentative step towards the pile of naked bodies, shivering a little with excitement. Then I noticed Chase was also there, getting massaged by Cameron.
House raised his head. "Sure, but I'm kind of multi-tasking right now, so if it's me you want, you have to wait."
I grinned. "Isn't that just like a doctor, they always make you wait!" I started taking my shoes off and was a little startled when Foreman slid his arms around my waist (I hadn't noticed him at first because I had been so surprised to see the clusterfuck in the first place.)
I gave him a big kiss. "Well, you shouldn't be left out either. Was anyone else invited to this who isn't here yet?"
"Not that I know of," Foreman replied, helping me undress.
"I think Thirteen and Kutner were trying to get in on this, but there's no way I was going to let them in," House added. "If I wanted--ooo, harder, Wilson!--to have a boring orgy I would have copied Eyes Wide Shit--I mean Shut! Ever been with a homie before?"
Foreman rolled his eyes at this but I said, "House, I'm from Oakland, do the math!"
Foreman laughed, then kissed me again. "I like women with some curves."
"Well, thank you!" By this time I was almost totally naked and he and I were lying on the carpet. He ran his palms over me as I pulled off my panties, then he straddled me and pushed my breasts around his cock, shifting his hips back and forth.
"Awww, niiiiice, I haven't been titty-fucked in a long time, Foreman!"
From this vantage point, if I looked a bit to my right I could see House spooge from Wilson's rapidly pumping his fist over his generously proportioned cock, but even if I hadn't seen this I would have heard the deep affectionate noises he was making, only slightly muffled by his planting kisses on Cuddy's vulva. I know from my own experience how good he is at oral so it didn't surprise me at all to hear her moan, "Ooooh, House, don't stop!" as he flickered his tongue over her. Cameron started gasping from House's long pianist's fingers wiggling frenetically on her clit, meanwhile Foreman started doing similar moves on mine, so I started coming. I strained my neck slightly forward and licked the head of his dick as he kept titty-fucking me and he moaned, "Yeah, just like that," quietly and came on my neck.
I wiped it off with a kleenex, kissed him again and gingerly stepped over Chase fucking Cameron. House and Cuddy were doing a 69, enthusiastically if a.....