A Baumgartner Reunion

CHAPTER NINE

“Janie?”

I should have just turned around and walked away. That’s what I told myself when I opened the bathroom door and found her sitting on the edge of the tub, tears streaming down her face. But I couldn’t do it. I’d spent years wiping away her tears, and in spite of her new apparent loathing of me, I couldn’t just turn those feelings off like flipping a switch.

“Go away,” she said, sniffing and wiping at her tears, shaking her head as I came in and shut the door behind me.

“Is it Brian?” I sat next to her on the side of the marble tub, looking at her in the mirror, head down, long blonde hair hiding her face. “Sweetie, I am so sorry. I wish-”

“Henry told me.” Janie shrugged, still not looking up. “He told me about how you saw Brian and Liz in the bathroom at Captain Tony’s…” I nodded, pursing my lips. “I’m really sorry.”

“He was just someone to have fun with on vacation anyway.” The tone of her voice told me that wasn’t exactly true and the pain on her face emphasized it when she looked up and met my eyes in the mirror. “I don’t care.”

“Oh Janie.” Instinctively, I slid my arm around her and pulled her to me. To my surprise, she didn’t resist, resting her head on my shoulder with a shaky sigh.

“I wish I could make it all go away…”

“Yeah, well I wish you hadn’t gone away in the first place.” Her words were angry and bitter and I winced. What could I say to that? I didn’t have a chance to form a response, because she was talking about. “We used to have so much fun.” She sighed, surprising me again by snuggling closer, reminding me of how we used to do this all the time. God, we had always been so close…

I nodded. “I loved babysitting you guys. You were…just like family.”

“You were like the older sister I never had.” She lifted her head to look at me. Her eyes were the same, just as blue and bright and beautiful. “I was just at that age, you know, right before puberty? I looked up to you. I wanted to be just like you.”

I smiled, brushing her hair away from her eyes. “I’m actually glad you’re not.”

“I hated you for leaving.” Janie looked away, shaking her head, her jaw tight. “For a long, long time.” She was quiet for a few moments.

“And now?” I asked, hesitant to say anything really, to break the spell. I didn’t want her to stop talking, to go back to being the angry Janie I didn’t recognized.

She glanced sideways at me and frowned. “I guess I’m still a little mad.”

“Well, you know…” I pulled her close again, taking her hand in mine. ”After that vacation we spent here in Key West, your mom and dad decided to hire Gretchen as your nanny, and I…well, I had to go live my own life.”

“But Ronnie, you never even called!” She met my eyes in the mirror and they flashed with anger. “You never answered my letters, you never even sent a stupid Christmas card! All those years, and all of a sudden, it was like, we didn’t exist anymore to you…”

I felt tears stinging my eyes, and I realized, in my selfishness, what I’d done. She’d just been a kid. How was she supposed to understand the motivation of adults? She certainly couldn’t have understood the shame and fear that had come up for me around the time I’d spent with her parents and with Gretchen. All she knew was that I’d left without even saying goodbye. I’d abandoned her. No wonder she was so angry with me.

“It was wrong.” I turned and cupped her face in my hands like I used to when she was young and I wanted her full attention. “And I’m sorry. Really, really sorry.”

“Why?” she whispered, her face bewildered, her eyes filling with tears, too.

“I just want to know why.”

Oh god. Why? I couldn’t tell her that. I couldn’t explain how that vacation had awakened things in me, parts of me I never knew existed, how being lovers with her parents had changed me, irrevocably, forever. How I’d wanted to run away from it-I knew that now, that I’d run away. I spent almost a year with Gretchen before I left her for some guy-any guy, no one special-because I was too afraid to admit I wanted more.

And TJ had known. Somehow he had known. That realization came to me in that moment and suddenly I couldn’t breathe. He’d known my secret all along, that Doc was right-my capacity to love was too great to be bound by one. I had always wanted more, and I’d deprived myself, force-fed myself a diet of monogamy and in the meantime, wasted away…

“Was it because of what happened between you and my parents that summer?” Janie’s question brought me out of my reverie, and I looked at her, trying to decide what to say.

“I really wish you guys hadn’t found out about that…”

“Oh come on, even if we hadn’t seen you with Mom and Dad…” Janie smiled, shaking her head. “I mean, Gretchen’s been our ‘nanny’ for almost ten years. And we’ve been way too old for a ‘nanny’ for most of that.” She seemed so okay with it, but I wondered if she really was. She’d certainly used it to dig at me on more than one occasion over the past week, but Janie had always been good at finding and pushing my buttons. Maybe it was just her anger at me for abandoning her coming out.

“How do you feel about Gretchen… being with your mom and dad…?”

“I love Gretchen,” she said simply. “And I love my mom and dad. I guess in some ways, their arrangement makes sense. I mean, at least if you’re up front about it, you don’t get hurt.”

Out of the mouths of babes. Here I was, struggling with it all along, and she had a complete acceptance of the idea of polyamory that I had to come to through painful self-reflection.

“You mean cheating?” I asked. “Like what Brian did?”

“It’s awful.” Janie frowned. “It makes you feel so…betrayed. Violated.” I gave her shoulder a squeeze. “I’m sorry he treated you that way.”

“I’m sorry I treated you the way I did.” She gave me a small, apologetic smile. “I’ve been such a brat.”

“Yeah, a little bit,” I agreed, grinning.

“I just wish you’d been here.” Janie sighed. “A part of our lives.”

“You know what? I do, too. I didn’t realize how much I missed you guys until I came back. I think I tried to block it out.” She looked down, frowning. “For a long time, I thought it was just because you didn’t love us anymore.”

“No,” I reassured her. “The truth is, I didn’t want to think about what I was missing, if that makes sense. I loved you too much.” She hugged me hard, and at that moment, I knew we were okay again. It will all work itself out, I thought. Trusting that had been hard, but here we were, hugging in the bathroom and back on good terms again.

“Will you do something for me?” Janie asked, letting me go and looking into my eyes, all serious now.

“Sure.”

She swallowed and looked toward the sink. “Will you look at that test on the counter and tell me what it says? I’m too scared.” My jaw dropped and I saw a unmistakable white stick, the same brand I’d used myself when I was testing, I realized, sitting on the counter. “You’re pregnant?”

“I don’t know.” Janie pursed her lips, blinking fast. “You tell me.”

“Oh no. Janie…” I was already reaching for the test. She was so young, just barely drinking age for god’s sake. What was she going to do if she was pregnant? I stared at the window, uncomprehending for a moment, unable to remember how to even read one of these things. “It’s two lines if you are and one if you’re not, right?”

Janie nodded, pointing at the counter. “The instructions are right there.”

“If you are…” I picked up the directions, scanning through for the illustrations. “Is it… Brian’s?”

“Couldn’t be anyone else’s.” She pulled her knees up and resting her chin on them, looking at me. “I was a virgin until last week.” I gaped at her. “Brian was…your first?” That surprised me, given her age and her looks and… well, who was a virgin at twenty-one anymore? “Janie, you waited so long… why him? You’d only known him-”

“Two weeks,” she agreed, looking at me, helpless. “I don’t know. He was so sweet, and he told me he loved me. I just… gave in. I mean, I figured it was time…”

“Well,” I said, handing her the test. “You’re not pregnant.”

“Oh thank god!” Janie looked from me to the test and back again.

“Or you tested too early,” I countered, seeing her frown. “When are you due?”

“Five days ago.”

I did the math in my head. “Well… the good news is, the test says you’re not.”

She looked up, hopeful. “Does that really mean I’m not?” I shrugged. “Did you use birth control?”

“I’m on the pill,” she replied. “I have been for years, my mom took me when I was fifteen. I had really irregular periods.” I could imagine Mrs. B doing that. She’d be more aware than most mothers of the dangers. “Then you know… it’s probably stress. You’ve had enough stress the last week to last you a lifetime.”

She sighed. “I really hope I’m not pregnant.”

“Me too. You’re a little young for that responsibility yet.” I held my hand out for the test and she handed to me. “You’ll have to test again if your period doesn’t show up in a couple days, though.”

“I will.” She agreed, watching me shove the test and directions back into the box. “But I hope it shows up.”

“Me, too.”

Janie smiled at me, the relief showing on her face. “Is your husband coming soon?”

I nodded. “Tomorrow.”

“Is he nice?”

“I think so.” I smiled, looking forward to introducing TJ to the Baumgartners now.

“Is he cute?” she asked, perking up even more.

I laughed. “I think so.”

“Do you have pictures?”

I nodded. “Sure. I have some in my wallet of him and my daughter, Beth.”

“Can I see?”

I held up the pink and white pregnancy test box. “Uh, what do you want to do with this?”

She grabbed it and tucked it into the waistband of her jeans, pulling her top over it and fluffing it out. “Let’s you and me go dispose of the evidence.” She took my hand and dragged me down the stairs. The Baumgartners and Gretchen were in the kitchen cooking dinner, and I heard Henry’s voice too, as Janie and I sat on the couch and I pulled out my purse.

“Oh, Ronnie, she’s so cute!” Janie squealed, looking at a picture of Beth.

“She looks just like you.”

I smiled fondly at the photo, feeling a stab of pain in my middle. I really missed my baby. Janie flipped to the next photo-a wedding one.

“Gorgeous,” Janie murmured, touching the plastic covering the picture.

Then she looked up at me and grinned. “And he’s a hunk and a half!” I laughed, and the sound drew attention in the kitchen.

“Everything okay out here?” Carrie stuck her blonde head around the corner, raising her eyebrows when she saw me sitting amicably with her daughter on the couch.

“Fine, Mom!” Janie replied, rolling her eyes and taking my hand. “Ronnie and I are going for a walk.”

“Dinner’s in fifteen minutes,” Gretchen called, sticking her head out around Mrs. B’s. “Don’t make it a long one.”

“We’ll be right back!” I replied, shrugging and smiling at them both as Janie pulled me outside and shut the door wall behind us.

“They’re so nosey,” she said, making a face as we walked toward the water. It was the third time I’d taken this walk around the shoregrass, and recalling both prior memories made me feel warm all over.

“This is a good spot,” Janie said finally, stopping behind the cabanas-I wasn’t about to tell her it was the very same one her brother had masturbated behind while he watched her having sex-and pulled the pregnancy test out of her waistband.

“You won’t tell my mom, will you?” she asked, sinking to her knees and digging a hole in the sand.

“Not if you don’t want me to,” I agreed, bending down to help her. If I was going to be a co-conspirator, I figured I might as well go all the way.

“She might freak out,” Janie said, making a face as she shoved the test into the hole and started covering it back up.

I nodded. “She might.”

“I didn’t like being mad at you.” She patted the sand down, looking satisfied.

I smiled. “I didn’t like you being mad at me, either.”

“Well come on,” she said, brightening as she stood and took my hand.

“Let’s go catch up on everything.”

“Ten years…” I smiled as we started to walk back to the house. “That’s a big catch-up.”

“That’s okay,” she said, swinging my hand. “We’ve still got time.”

“That was beyond bad.” I yawned and stretched as Gretchen turned off the movie.

“Poor Nick Cage,” Gretchen agreed, shaking her head. “Too bad he didn’t ‘know’ how bad that movie was gonna be before he accepted the job!”

“Ooooo bad pun,” Carrie groaned beside me, snuggling closer to Doc. “I think we need to give up movies on vacation. We never get any good ones.

Besides, we could be doing this at home.”

“Yep,” Doc agreed. “We should all be doing something we can’t do anywhere else.” His hand moved from his wife’s shoulder over to mine and I flushed, but smiled.

“Oh I don’t know.” Gretchen put the DVD back into its rental case. “I remember having lots of fun with movies on vacation.” My eyes widened and I stared at her.

Carrie turned and grinned at me. “Is that so?”

“Uh…” I shook my head at Gretchen. She wouldn’t dare, I thought.

“You remember, Ronnie.” Gretchen put her hands on her hips. “What was the name of it? ‘Doing the Babysitter’ or something like that?”

“Gretchen!” I groaned, blushing, pressing my hands to my cheeks to cool them.

Doc chuckled. “That was a good one.”

“This was the night we went out?” Carrie asked, raising her eyebrows.

I nodded, remembering, and cleared my throat. “That was… yeah… the first time…”

“She showed me your dildo, Carrie.” Gretchen laughed when I hissed and she looked at me. “You know she still has it, right?”

“You do?” I looked over at Mrs. B, who was smiling softly.

“Yep.” Her hand moved over mine, sliding past, to squeeze my thigh.

“Wanna see?”

“Come on.” Gretchen held out her hand to me, and I took it. I knew exactly where we were going, what we were about to do, and I didn’t hesitate or even think twice. “I think it’s bed time.”

The four of us went upstairs, past Janie and Henry’s rooms-Liz had come by earlier for dinner and to play Monopoly with us, and then they all went to a movie. Janie and Liz were becoming fast friends, and Liz and Henry… well, I had my hopes.

The Baumgartners bedroom door was open, and Gretchen pushed it wide.

I stood in the doorway for a moment, remembering the night I’d been seduced by Mrs. B on the beach. We’d come up here, and had been joined at an opportune time by Doc. God, that night… I shivered, and Carrie wrapped her long, tanned arms around my waist.

“What do you remember?” she whispered, the feel of her breath making my nipples harden.

“Everything,” I said, looking at Gretchen and squeezing her hand, remembering the night she and I had first touched and kissed each other on the Baumgartner’s bed.

“Good memories?” Doc asked, moving in beside us both.

Smiling back at him, I said, “The best,” and ran for the bed, hopping into it and jumping up and down. Gretchen laughed and joined me, holding both of my hands, and then Carrie did, too. We jumped on the bed like little kids, collapsing finally in a soft, entwined, breathless heap. Gretchen’s head was resting on my thigh and she began to feather little kisses there. Carrie was facing me, her breath warm and sweet, and she traced her fingers over my bare arm, fingering the spaghetti strap on my top.

Doc had pulled up the wing back chair from the corner of the room and was sitting, watching us, grinning. “Don’t let me stop the fun,” he remarked, his hand moving over the bulge in his shorts, adjusting.

“Not a chance,” his wife countered, leaning in to kiss me. Oh her mouth…so soft and familiar and sweet. I kissed her back, feeling Gretchen sliding the silky material of my shorts down, my panties coming off with them.

Carrie’s full breasts pressed against mine as we kissed, her hand moving over my back, squeezing my ass.

“Mmmm,” Gretchen sighed happily as she parted my lips with her tongue, and I moaned into Carrie’s mouth.

“Isn’t she good?” Carrie asked, sliding my top down and dipping her head to take my nipple into her mouth. My soft moans were enough of a reply. Now they were both sucking and licking at me, Gretchen’s tongue lapping at my clit and Carrie teasing my breasts. I glanced over at Doc for a moment and saw his cock out, his hand lazily stroking. He gave me a wink and I bit my lip, burying my hands in Carrie’s hair.

“Let me lick you,” I begged her, my hands roaming over her breasts, tugging at her top. She knelt up, pulling it off and tossing it aside, leaning in to let me bury my face against the softness of her breasts. She moaned and tugged at her own shorts, sliding them down, her panties quickly following, and then she was straddling my face.

“Oh yeah,” I heard Doc whisper as I parted her pussy lips, first with my fingers, then with my tongue. Gretchen moaned and licked me faster as she watched, and I focused hard on Carrie’s clit, determined to make her come hard, my belly clenching at the thought, aching to taste more of her juices.

“Oh me too!” Gretchen insisted, twisting herself around and putting her bottom in the air. She was totally nude. Carrie leaned forward eagerly, spreading Gretchen’s ass from behind and licking up and down her slit. Gretchen’s tongue never left my clit, though, her fingers sliding inside of me as she licked, licked, licked, making me moan and writhe against Carrie’s wet pussy.

“Mmmmmm faster,” Carrie begged, rocking her hips on my face, moving her clit over my tongue. “Oh yes, Ronnie, lick my pussy!” I groaned as Gretchen sucked my clit in hard, bucking my hips up, arching upward, wanting more. Our soft, breathless cries filled the room and I sensed Doc behind me. His fingers moved over his wife’s behind, teasing her asshole, and then he handed me the big, black dildo I remembered from so long ago.

“You might want this,” he remarked, handing it to me with a wink. His cock was engorged, tight in his fist, and I stopped licked her for a moment to stretch my tongue out for it.

He chuckled, rubbing it over my lips. “Soon. Not yet.” I rubbed the dildo up and down Carrie’s wet pussy, hearing her moan when I slid the hard head into the entrance.

“Oh yeah!” she breathed, arching back, taking more of it. “Fuck me! Yes, fuck me!”

I pressed the black cock in deeper, fucking her slowly at first, then faster as she rocked back for more, more, more. I tongued her pussy, too, burying my face in her wetness, finding it hard to focus with Gretchen’s mouth fastened over my own mound.

“Ohhhhh!” Gretchen got there before any of us, her mouth coming off my clit as she came, her teeth and nails raking over my thighs. I heard the sweet sounds of Carrie licking and sucking at Gretchen’s pussy, the soft, throaty noises she made as she swallowed her juices.

Then Doc was behind me, sliding the dildo out of his wife’s pussy and replacing it with the stiff heat of his cock. Carrie moaned, glancing back at him, her eyes glazed with lust. I grabbed the black cock and sucked on it slowly, watching Doc fuck her, his hands gripping her hips, his balls slapping against her clit with every thrust.

Without a word, I handed the dildo down to Gretchen, who resumed the sweet activity she’d been so focused on moments before between my thighs-

this time with a familiar black cock in her hand. She teased my clit with it and then slowly slid it inside of me, making me gasp and arch. Her mouth made me crazy, persistent, tenacious, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

I slid my hand under Doc’s balls and held them gently aside as I licked Carrie’s clit, making her moan and spread even wider. She put her face down by my pussy, too, and then I couldn’t tell whose mouth was where, who was licking my clit or fucking my pussy, but the sensation was beyond incredible and I gave into it, my nipples hard, my body strung taut.

“Ohhhh I’m coming!” I moaned, shuddering on the bed, under the pile of bodies, a sweet configuration of flesh writhing and slapping and bucking as I came. Doc pulled his cock out of Carrie’s pussy then and pressed it deep into my throat, making me take it even as my orgasm rocked through me.

“Okay girls,” Doc murmured, slapping first my cheeks, then his wife’s ass, with his cock. “Line up.”

I giggled, but we did, grinning at each other as we laid side by side on the bed, first Gretchen, then me, and finally Mrs. B. Doc went to his wife first, sliding his cock up and down her wet slit, teasing her clit.

“You like that?” he asked as she gasped and arched. I knew she had to be close after all the stimulation I’d been giving her. “You wanna come?”

“Ooooooooooh!” Carrie spread her legs wide for him. “Stop teasing!”

He grinned and slid his cock in deep, eliciting a deep sigh from her as they rocked. I rolled to my side to watch, licking at Carrie's nipple. Behind me, Gretchen slid her fingers between my legs, probing, making me shiver. Doc glanced over at us playing, his eyes half-closed and dark with lust as he fucked his wife.

“Oh god, oh baby, I’m gonna come!” Carrie’s nails dug into his forearms as her orgasm overtook her. I sucked her nipple hard at that moment, making her squeal with pleasure, her hips matching Doc’s heated thrusts.

“My turn?” I begged, seeing the head of Doc’s cock seeping pre-cum as he slid it from Carrie’s pussy. He chuckled, moving between my legs.

“You want that?” he asked, slapping my clit with his cock while his wife still lay beside me, gasping for breath, her chest heaving, her nipples hard from her climax.

“I think it’s your turn,” Doc decided with a grin, moving between Gretchen’s legs instead. I groaned and watched as Gretchen opened her legs for him and moaned deeply when he slid his cock, still wet from Carrie’s pussy, into her.

“Yesss,” Gretchen murmured, reaching down to play with her clit as he fucked her. I couldn’t help turning to kiss her. Behind me, Carrie snuggled close, her breasts pressed into my back, her hand moving down to rub at my aching pussy.

“Ohhhh Doc, don’t stop!” Gretchen begged, her eyes closed tight, her hand a blur between her legs. He thrust deep, gritting his teeth as he watched the three of us playing. “Make me come! Make me come!”

He did. I felt her body beginning to tremble with her climax and I licked at her nipple as if it were her clit, making her eyes fly open in surprise and pleasure.

She grabbed a handful of my hair, pressing my mouth to her breast, her hips bucking up to meet Doc’s hot, slapping thrusts.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” I loved her orgasms, the way they took her over like that and receded slowly, with little tremors. Doc eased his cock out of her, she groaned in disappointment, reaching for him.

“Nuh-uh,” I teased, slapping her hand away-except I wasn’t really teasing. “My turn!”

“Yes it is,” Doc agreed, settling himself between my thighs. Both Carrie and Gretchen turned in toward me at once, each of them sucking on my nipples as Doc slipped the head up against the top of my cleft, teasing my clit.

“Put it in,” I begged, reaching to spread it open for him. He looked down between my thighs, groaning when he saw me opening not just my outer lips, but my inner ones as well. “Fuck me, Doc. Do it.”

He aimed himself and then shifted his weight, spreading my legs further with his thighs as he plunged in deep. I moaned, biting my lip and closing my eyes, savoring the sensation. I felt the press of two women, one on each side of me, both of them moaning softly as they licked and sucked at my breasts. Doc’s cock twitched inside of me, and I knew what was coming, the hard pounding I was about to get, and my whole body tingled with anticipation.

“Look at me, Ronnie.”

I opened my eyes to meet Doc’s. They were dark with lust, but something more, too.

“You love this, don’t you?” he asked, shifting his weight, pressing in deeper, and I moaned. “One isn’t enough, is it?” He nodded toward Gretchen, then to his wife. They both half-smiled, but continued to coo and suck and nibble at my nipples, making my pussy clench and release, aching for more. “You want me, and her, and her…”

I bit my lip, thinking about denying it, but what was the point? The truth was the truth. I was insatiable. I did want him…and Gretchen…and Carrie. Hell, I even wanted Henry… and Janie. Oh god. I closed my eyes at the thought, knowing it was true and not wanting that thought, but Doc insisted again.

“Open your eyes.”

I did, halfway this time, and he leaned over to kiss me, hard and deep.

“Tell me. Tell me you love it.”

“Yes,” I breathed, squeezing my pussy around the length of his cock and making him groan. “Is that what you want? Yes. Fuck yes. I love it. I want all of you. All of it. All at once.”

He gave a low growl and moved his hips back and then in deep again, driving me toward the headboard. I gasped and clutched at him as he fucked me.

There was no fooling around anymore, no teasing. He was all cock in me, thrusting hard and fast, his face a twisted mask of pleasure.

Carrie’s fingers found their way down to tease my clit when Doc knelt up between my thighs, grabbing my ankles and pushing my legs back so he could fuck me even deeper. I moaned and writhed and said things-I know I said things, but I couldn’t remember what they were. I begged him to fuck me, to take me, to make me his… I remember that much. I begged Gretchen, I begged Carrie, I begged them all for release, and finally, finally it came in an aching flood, my whole body flushed with fire and centered sweetly on my throbbing clit.

“Ohhhh fuck!” Doc moaned as my pussy spasmed around his cock, my climax drawing out his in an instant. There was no controlling it, I could see it in his face, even in my own daze of pleasure.

Carrie acted fast, grabbing his cock in her hand and pulling it out of me.

The first spray hit the exposed hood of my clit, a geyser of cum, a hot surprise, and I bucked at the sensation. The next streaked across my lower belly toward Gretchen and her eyes lit up as she followed it with her tongue. Carrie did the same, actually catching the next blast with her mouth and turning to Gretchen with the white stuff dribbling down her chin. Doc groaned as he watched them kiss, sharing his cum between them over my still quivering belly.

The two of them had clearly done this before, and I watched, too, half-smiling. When my belly and Doc’s cock were glisteningly clean, both women came up to kiss me, too, sharing the taste of him. Doc sighed happily and settled on the other side of his wife, watching us snuggle together in the big bed. I closed my eyes and turned in Carrie’s arms, resting my cheek against her breast.

Gretchen spooned me from behind, and I think we slept that way, although I don’t know for how long before we woke to do it again.

It was a long, sweet night, and I savored every moment we spent forgetting about the morning.