A Baumgartner Reunion

CHAPTER TEN

“It’s like he’s always been part of the family.” Gretchen sat down next to me on the blanket and I squealed when she gave her head a shake, spraying me with water. But I opened my eyes and glanced over at TJ and Doc, who were standing at the barbeque grill, each with a pair of tongs and a spatula, turning hamburgers and hot dogs.

“TJ’s so extroverted,” I explained, smiling and waving when he looked my way. “He gets along with everyone.”

“I think Janie has a little crush.” Carrie sat down on my left side, and I found myself remembering the other night, being sandwiched between them on the Baumgarter’s bed, Doc kneeling up between my thighs…

“I don’t think TJ minds,” I said with a laugh, watching as Janie stole his Detroit Tigers baseball cap for the third time in an hour, just so he would chase her down the beach. Janie got a good head start this time but by the time they disappeared around the field of shore grass, TJ had almost caught up.

Carrie smiled, shading her eyes as she watched Henry and Liz playing in the surf. “Doc never minded the young girls having a crush on him, either.” Gretchen and I exchanged grins. God knows we’d both had huge crushes on Doc back then. It seemed strange to realize that Janie’s little infatuation with TJ was quite similar to my own attraction to Doc when I was all of nineteen.

There was something about an older guy, when you were that age, something fascinating, intriguing…and as a young woman, you just wanted to push the limits. You found yourself wanting to test the theory… just how attractive were you to the opposite sex?

I heard Janie squeal with laughter and saw TJ carrying her over his shoulder, kicking and screaming, toward the water. His intention was clearly to throw her in, but she hung on fast and he went down with her.

“You guys hungry?” Doc called, flipping another burger. My stomach growled in response. “Be ready in about ten minutes.”

“I want a quick shower before we eat,” I said, standing and stretching. I’d given in to Carrie’s urging to borrow a bikini and get some more sun, and my whole body was slathered with oil, thanks to Gretchen. “I’ll be right back.” Upstairs, I let the water run hot over my shoulders, soaping the oil off my body in warm, sudsy sheets. The steam was so thick I didn’t see TJ until he opened the shower door and stepped inside.

“Hey!” I gasped when he grabbed me and pressed me back against the wall, his tongue forcing my mouth open, his cock already hard against my hip.

There was no time to protest-he had my thighs spread and his cock aimed before I could say another word.

“Oh god,” I whispered as he lifted me, gripping my ass and squeezing as he drove in deep, pinning me against the wall. “TJ… ohhhh god…” He growled as he fucked me, short fast grunts to match his pace, and I hung onto him, wrapping my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist, letting him take me. His cock was like heated steel inside of me, and I took his length again and again.

“Come here,” he said, and I groaned when he slid out of me, positioning himself on the shower floor. There was just enough room for him to lay, his knees bent, and he pulled me down into my lap. “Fuck me, Ronnie. I want your pussy so bad I can’t see straight.”

“What’s got you so worked up?” Smiling, I grabbed his cock-so hard!-

and straddled him, not even bothering with a little clit tease before I settled myself down into his lap, impaling myself on his length. He grabbed my hips and thrust up, groaning as I squeezed my muscles around him, rocking back and forth, up and down.

“Oh yeah,” he moaned, eyes closed, biting his lip, and I don’t know what it was-maybe an intuition, maybe the far away look of pleasure on his face—but suddenly I knew exactly just what had him all worked up. And instead of my prior reaction—which would probably have been a jealous fit—this time, the thought had me breathless and turned on in an instant.

“Are you thinking about Janie’s sweet little pussy, baby?” I murmured, flicking his nipples with my thumbs. His eyes flew open and he gaped at me as I sat up on top of him, the water a cascade around us. “You are, aren’t you?

Wondering if her little blonde pussy is shaved smooth? Wondering how she tastes? How it would feel to slide your cock into that tight little hole?” He groaned, closing his eyes again, shaking his head, but I knew it was true. I just knew it. I pressed on, still riding him, deeper and harder now, coaxing his cock toward an inevitably sweet release. “She’s practically a virgin, you know. Imagine how tight and wet she’d be…”

“Oh fuck,” he moaned, gripping my hips. “God, baby, I can’t stand it, she’s such a little tease…”

I grinned. “I bet she is.”

“She’s all over me,” he gasped, looking up into my eyes. “And I don’t think any of it’s accidental.”

I didn’t think so either. The thought of Janie coming on to him,

“accidentally” brushing up against him, touching him places she shouldn’t…oh god. That thought made me tremble with lust.

“Would you like to fuck her?” I murmured, leaning over him, my hands flat against the wet tile floor, my nipples dripping water into his mouth as he sucked at them.

“God, yeah,” he admitted, wrapping his arms around my waist, shoving me down and thrusting up hard.

“I’d love to watch you,” I said, making him groan at the thought. “Want me to get her up on her hands and knees? Lick her little clit while you fuck her from behind?”

“Mmmmm yeah!” His cock throbbed as he pressed deep inside me, and I rolled my hips, imagining Janie between us like that and the sweet sounds of her pleasure. What would she taste like, I wondered. That thought made my mouth water. “God, I’d love to watch you lick each other,” TJ gasped, thrusting deeper, making me tremble with longing.

“I’d love to taste her,” I agreed, the sweet throb between my thighs too much to resist, imagining Janie, oh god, yes, I was, I really was, imagining her tongue lapping at my clit. I rubbed myself off, sitting up fully on TJ now, letting him fuck me, knowing he was imagining her, too.

“I want you to come all over her pussy, baby,” I murmured, my head going back into the spray of the shower, wetting us both. “I want to taste your cum all over her cunt.”

That was it-the image that pushed us both over the edge, the thought of TJ exploding a white-hot shower of come over Janie’s nearly-virginal pussy. I shuddered and ground my hips against him as my climax took me in an instant, sending me soaring over a sweetly perilous edge of pleasure. TJ grabbed my hips, unable to resist my orgasm, and I knew he was picturing it as he came up inside of me-he wasn’t filling my pussy, but aiming each hot burst of cum toward the waiting pink of Janie’s cunt, watching it drip toward my waiting mouth…

“Oh god,” I murmured, using my hands against the wet tile to steady myself. “Oh my god… that was…”

“I’m sorry,” TJ murmured, sitting up and hanging onto me. “Were you… are you okay? I didn’t mean…”

“Oh baby, you have no idea.” I laughed, wrapping my arms around him.

“It’s your fault, you know. You made me come here. You encouraged me.” He pushed wet strands of hair out of my face, his eyes searching. “You mean…you’re not mad? Or…jealous? Or…something?”

“No.” I grinned. “I’m turned on as hell…and wondering how we can get Janie into our bed.”

TJ swallowed, his eyes bright. “There’s a thought.”

“I’m afraid you created a monster,” I said with another laugh as I hugged him close, his cock still half-hard inside of me.

A knock on the door made us both jump, and I wasn’t surprised at all that it was Janie, saying, “You guys? Dad says dinner’s getting cold!”

“We’re coming!” I called, grinning at TJ. Coming, indeed.

“Where’s TJ?” Janie asked, glancing up as I came down the stairs.

“I tucked him into bed in Gretchen’s room..” I smiled, sitting on the couch beside her where she was typing away on her laptop. “Jetlag. He’s exhausted.”

“Where did Henry and Liz go?”

Janie waved her hand toward the door. “Out somewhere. I don’t know what he’s gonna do when we have to leave.”

“Vacation romance,” I agreed, grabbing the remote and flipping through the channels. Glancing over at Janie, I asked, “And what about yours? You still upset about Brian?”

She shook her head, making a face. “I just wish I could, you know, squeeze his balls in a vice or something for a few hours.” I laughed. “Now there’s an image.”

“Although I have to admit…” Janie bit her lip, pausing in her typing and staring at the screen.

“What?” I prompted.

“I kind of miss…” She looked sideways at me and half-smiled. “You know…fooling around.”

“Oh that.” I smiled back. “Well he was your first.”

“But Ronnie,” she sighed, sounding almost whiny. “I miss it so much.” I nodded sympathetically. “What part do you miss most?”

“Well…I do miss…” She flushed. “Having him inside of me. Did you miss TJ? The first week you were here, I mean…?”

“Yes.” I wasn’t about to tell her I’d alleviated that ache with her father… and her brother. “What else do you miss?”

“I also miss…” She swallowed, looking down. “His mouth…”

“He was a good kisser?” I misunderstood her meaning purposefully, watching her squirm. God, she was beautiful.

“No… well, yes…” She laughed, shaking her head. “But I mean… down there.”

“Ohhhh.” I smiled, nodding. “Yeah, that’s… mmm. God, yeah, I’d miss that, too.”

“But I’ve been doing that a lot longer.” Janie looked at me, her eyes bright.

“Is that so?”

“All the girls do it together now,” she said, meeting my eyes. Her look was both defiant and inviting. It made my knees weak. “Honestly, it feels so good, it’s hard not to…”

“So you’ve been with girls before?” I asked. She nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. “Did you like it?” She nodded again, slowly, licking her lips. Such a pretty mouth. My belly clenched and I asked, “What did you like about it?”

“Girls are so soft,” she murmured. “I love the feel of them… and ohhhh, the taste…”

“You like the taste of pussy?” I asked boldly, my voice low, feeling my nipples tingle.

“Yeah, I do.” She nodded, not blinking. It felt like we were having some sort of sexual stare-down contest. “A lot.”

“Well…” I broke first, looking away, flipping channels again and trying to hide my flush. “So, what are you doing there on your laptop anyway?”

“Writing,” she replied, still not looking away from me. I swore I could actually feel her gaze.

“Writing what?” I flipped past the Food Network-too sensual-stopping at CNN. Something dry and boring. That was good. “A paper for school?”

“No. It’s… well…” She flushed then, finally looking back at the computer screen. “It’s… a story.”

“A story?” I raised my eyebrows, curiosity piqued. “Like, a fiction sort of story?”

She nodded, biting her lip, saying quickly, as if she had to blurt it out or might not say it at all: “It’s erotic.”

“Really?” I cocked my head and smiled, really curious now. “Want to read it to me?”

She brightened. “You want to hear it?”

“Yeah,” I said, although I didn’t expect it to be any good. Erotica was no easy task, even in the hands of the best authors, but I was curious about what she found erotic. That part I was very curious about.

Janie cleared her throat and began:

I stopped her. I had to. “Janie, this is good.”

She flushed, smiling. “You think so?”

”No,” I shook my head, frowning. “I mean, it’s really good. Like… really.” I was too surprised to be more descriptive or eloquent. “Go on. Don’t stop.” She didn’t. And as she went on, I found that the story wasn’t just good…it was hot. She wasn’t kidding when she said erotic. By the time she reached the end, I was breathless and squirming on the sofa, my crotch aching. But it wasn’t just the sex-it was the story. It was fantastic—timing, pace, character—with the perfect ending. Just perfect.

“My god, Janie, that’s…” I swallowed, trying to find words. “That was just amazing. I can’t even tell you. I’m…speechless.” I really was.

“Did you really like it?” She closed her laptop and set it aside, her eyes bright. “Did it… did it make you wet?”

I nodded. No sense in denying that. “Incredibly.”

Crawling across the sofa, she put her head in my lap like she used to do when she was little, looking up at me with those blue, blue eyed. “Can I… feel?”

“Janie!” I sounded surprised, but I wasn’t. I didn’t think she could surprise me anymore. Her hand moved up my thigh, smooth, under the edge of my shorts. My panties were soaked, just soaked, from listening to her story, and her fingers played over the crotch.

“Can I… taste?” she murmured, turning her face into my belly, kissing her way down.

“Oh god.”

“Please?” she whispered, her fingers moving under the edge of my panties,

“Oh god,” I whispered again as she eased my shorts and panties down over my hips, and I let her, I did-I even helped. She didn’t waste any time, and her tongue was practiced and sure, focusing instantly on my clit, making me moan loudly. So much for teaching Janie, I thought, spreading wider as her mouth fastened over my mound and her eyes met mine. She might be able to teach me a thing or two.

Her tongue was sweet heaven, and I gently rubbed my nipples as she licked me, her tongue making fast circles, her fingers exploring my wet cleft. Her long blonde hair tickled my thighs and I pulled it out of the way as I watched her, our eyes locked, my breath coming faster and faster. Her story had me aroused beyond belief-and know that she’d written it, that the words and images had come from her own imagination-made it even more exciting.

“You like the taste of pussy, don’t you?” I asked, reaching down to spread my lips wider for her tongue, groaning when she moved her mouth back and forth with a fevered passion. Her enthusiasm was answer enough, and I ached to taste her, too. “Let me taste you, too, baby. Come here.” Janie stood between my thighs, pulling her t-shirt off over her head. She was still wearing a bikini top underneath, and she untied that at the top, turning around to let me undo the back. Her breasts were full, gorgeous, as she turned back to me, lifting and then letting them fall as I watched. She reminded me so much of her mother-a younger Mrs. B. God, that thought was exciting, too.

I rubbed my clit as I watched her pull her shorts and bikini bottoms off, groaning when I saw that she was shaved except for a tuft of blonde hair at the top of her cleft. I wanted to bury my face there, and I couldn’t wait a second longer. I sat up, grabbing her hips and pulling her to me, making her gasp and then moan as I slid my tongue through her slippery slit. She responded immediately, trying to spread wider for me, and when that didn’t work, she climbed up onto the sofa and stood, straddling my face as I licked her.

My crotch was on fire and I rubbed myself, thinking of her tongue, but too attached to her sweet little pussy, literally and figuratively, to change positions.

Besides, looking up and seeing her tugging at her nipples, her blonde hair a curtain around her face, her eyes closed, her lip pulled tight between her teeth—that sight alone was almost enough to send me over the edge.

“Oh Ronnie,” she whispered, rolling her hips now, moving her clit in circles against my clit. “Oh god, yes, yes, lick me, lick me good!” I did, I did, my tongue lashing at her pussy again and again. Janie moaned and bucked, her hips rocking faster, her hands in my hair now, pulling me in. I could barely breathe and didn’t care, feeling her thighs trembling, knowing she was close, so very close…

“Ohhhhh yes!” she gasped, arching. “Now! Coming! Ohhhh!” I didn’t let up, shoving my whole face against her mound, lapping up her sweetness-oh my god, she was so sweet, her flesh hot and wet against my cheeks and mouth and tongue. I licked at her quivering cunt until her knees buckled and she collapsed in my lap, her mouth finding mine, sucking at my tongue, making me groan as she tasted her juices in my mouth.

Her hips made little circles as she sat in my lap and I wished for a moment that I had a cock to shove up inside of her. What would it feel like, I wondered, that tight little pussy? Instead I probed her with my fingers, working them in, feeling her rock in response as we kissed.

“Your turn,” she murmured, starting to slide out of my lap, but I grabbed her hips, shaking my head.

“Both of us,” I said, leaning back on the sofa and spreading my legs. She laughed happily, turning around and positioning herself so her pussy was over my mouth, and her tongue-oh sweet god, her tongue-probed into my wetness.

I found myself in the very position TJ and I had been imagining in the shower, except TJ was sleeping upstairs instead of fucking Janie from behind. But Janie and I…well, were following our decidedly naughty pursuits on the living room couch. And if anyone walked in…and they could, at any moment…

“Don’t stop,” Janie said, pressing her pussy down against my mouth. “I can come again… I can come a lot.”

Oh. God. I sucked her clit between my lips, flicking it with my tongue, swallowing the sweet taste of her juices. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, that this was the same Janie I’d babysat for years now straddling my face, her pink flesh exposed to me as her tongue moved in circles against my clit, sending sweet shivers through me.

“Finger me,” she begged, arching back, her fingers sliding into me, too. I did as she asked, her wetness making it easier, but god, she was tight. I worked one finger in, then another, making her moan when I twisted them inside and started fucking her.

“Ohhhh god,” she whispered, fucking me back, making it hard to keep my mouth fastened on her pussy, but I managed somehow. “Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Oh god I wish it was a big fat cock!” I groaned, because I’d been thinking of TJ, imagining his cock sliding just where my fingers were, his balls slapping her clit as I licked and licked her. “Don’t stop! Oh yeahyeahyeah, make me come all over your face!”

I couldn’t stop her-or myself-if I tried. She came in a hot, quivering flood, my whole face bathed in her wetness, and I lapped it up, my own climax following within seconds as she moaned against my clit. Her whole mouth covered my mound, her tongue working my clit furiously as she came, and I gave her my orgasm, thrusting my hips, bucking up and offering my wet, spasming pussy to her.

When she went to move, I grabbed her hips, kissing her pussy and thighs, making soft, happy noises, and she giggled as she turned around and lay on top of me, tucking her head under my chin. We laid there for a while, and I knew we should get up and get dressed-truly anyone could walk in; Henry and Liz; the Baumgartners and Gretchen; or TJ could wander downstairs-but I didn’t want to move. Feeling her weight on me, the softness of her breasts pressed against mine, the velvet press of her thighs, it was all just too good.

“Are you okay?” I asked finally, stroking her hair.

She lifted her head, looking at me, her eyes bright. “More than okay.” I smiled, snuggling her closer and pulling a blanket down from the back of the couch to cover us. She was still quivering.

“Janie, I have to tell you something.”

“Hm?” Her voice sounded far away and happy.

“You are truly an amazing writer.”

She was quiet for a moment, but I could almost feel her swelling with pride. “Do you really think so?”

I nodded. “Yes. What are you majoring in again?”

“Accounting.”

I laughed. I couldn’t help it. “Whose idea was that?” Janie made a face. “My dad’s.”

“I think you should be majoring in creative writing.”

“I wanted to, but…” She shrugged.

“But?”

“It doesn’t exactly pay the bills.”

“Honestly… I think you’re good enough right now.” I smiled at her incredulous look. “What you need is an agent. Do you have anything else you’ve written?”

She nodded. “Lots.”

“What’s lots?”

“Four novels. Probably hundred of short stories.”

“Are you serious?” I gave a low whistle. “Are they all erotic?”

“No.” She smiled.

“But they’re all as good as that story was, aren’t they?” I asked.

“I don’t know…” She flushed. “I guess so.”

“Amazing.” I took a deep breath, thinking about her future, stretching out before her. So much potential, so many possibilities.

“I could sleep here,” she murmured, snuggling in closer.

“Why don’t we?” I suggested, kissing her forehead. “TJ’s crashed upstairs.

Help me pull out the sofa bed.”

We got the couch bed pulled out and were back in it within minutes, wearing just our t-shirts now. I pulled the comforter over us as Janie turned in my arms, spooning, her back to my front. She was already drifting off to sleep. I kissed her cheek, remembering her as a little girl but experiencing her now as a woman. The juxtaposition was surreal, and I closed my eyes, listening to the soft sound of her breath, the only sound in the room. I couldn’t sleep for a long time, thinking about Janie, about what had happened, about the past…and the future.

I couldn’t quiet down until I’d worked it out-but when I finally had an idea, and decided I’d talk to the Baumgartners about it first thing in the morning, my whole body finally relaxed against Janie’s, and I joined her in sleep.