Crazy About the Baumgartners

Chapter Five

I’d never seen a cuter baby in my life, and I thought I was a pretty good authority on the subject. When you spent most of your teen years babysitting and then decided to become a nanny, you see a lot babies. I’d seen them from newborn on up, and this sweet little four month old girl was the cutest I had ever seen.

“How’s my little bug?” I cooed, situating her in the umbrella stroller and buckling her in. She was literally my bug tonight, in her red and black spotted ladybug costume, giving me a toothless smile and kicking her little black Mary Jane’s in excitement.

“You have Holly?” Mrs. B called down the stairs. She was up there putting the finishing touches on Janie and Henry’s costumes.

“She’s in her stroller!” I called up.

“What a darling.” Doc was late. He came into the kitchen still wearing his white coat. At least he didn’t have a stethoscope hanging around his neck. He dropped a Walgreens bag loaded with candy onto the middle of the kitchen table.

“Isn’t she?” I squeezed Holly’s chubby little cheek and she wiggled all over like a puppy.

“I meant you.” Doc slipped off his white coat, along with his leather jacket-two things that seemed at a strange juxtaposition to me. His gaze, the way he looked at me, made me feel warm all over, my toes curling in my own Mary Jane’s.

“Oh.” I blushed. I actually blushed. God, this man had an effect on me. “You like it? Mrs. B helped me pick it out.”

“I bet she did.” His gaze swept from my toes to my nose, our eyes meeting at last. And when they did, something inside me melted into a little puddle. Maybe that was why I was so suddenly wet.

“Well she’s dressed up as Little Bo Peep. She came up with the fairy tale theme,” I explained. I knew I was talking just to stave of my apparent nerves. Where did those come from?

“Except for our little ladybug here. She just couldn’t resist and she said this costume would keep her warmer. Are you getting dressed up?”

“Oh no, I’m staying home to pass out candy.” He picked up the bags, carrying them to the kitchen counter and opening a cupboard, searching. “And I’m the official photographer of course. Speaking of which, I have to go get my camera.”

“Are you looking for something to put the candy in?”

I interrupted his search-he was looking in the wrong cupboard-bending over and turning the carousel cupboard. I grabbed the biggest Tupperware bowl I could find, turning around to present it to him, and saw a dazed look in his eyes, a half smile on his face, and realized I’d just bent over in my short little black Red Riding Hood skirt. My cape was too short to cover my ass, even standing up. Thankfully, I was wearing black tights underneath.

“Careful,” he said, his voice low, eyes growing dark. “Don’t tempt the wolf.”

I knew I shouldn’t but I did it anyway, turning back to the cupboard, murmuring, “I think we have a bigger bowl,” as I bent again, further this time, my skirt hiking high up on my ass. I heard the hiss of his breath, feeling the blood rushing to my head. God help me, I was imagining him grabbing my hips, yanking up my skirt, ripping my tights, and taking me, bent over in the kitchen, while his wife was upstairs.

“Guess not,” I said, brushing my hair out of my face as I righted myself, and there he was, right behind me, hips pressing me against the edge of the counter so I had to place my palms flat on the surface to keep my balance. His cock was like steel, an iron bar against the ass I’d just been teasing him with.

“Wolves are very dangerous, you know.” He placed his palms on the counter beside mine.

“You don’t think Little Red can handle herself?” I glanced over my shoulder, meeting his dark gaze. What was happening? Some part of me thrilled at it. Another part of me balked. It was the wrongest thing in the world to be doing this, imperceptibly grinding my hips back against his erection, but it felt so right.

“Is Doc home yet?” Mrs. B called down the stairs. “Did I hear his car?”

“I’m home!” he called and I felt the shift in his hips, the way he rubbed his cock up and down, into the crack of my ass through my skirt. “I’ll be up in a minute.”

He grabbed my hips, holding me to him, hard, hard, and I gasped. Then he let go, walking away without another word.

I took a deep breath, going back over to the counter, opening bags of candy while Doc stopped at the stroller, looking down at the baby.

“Hey, pumpkin.” He squatted down, squeezing Holly’s foot, making her squirm and smile. “Gonna take lots of pictures of you, little one. Your first Halloween.”

“Isn’t she sweet?” Mrs. B came sweeping down the stairs, looking adorable in her Little Bo Peep costume. Her skirt was short too, ruffled pink and white. She bent to pinch Holly’s cheek. It was hard not to. “My precious.”

Mrs. B couldn’t resist. She clicked the snap on the belt, lifting the baby out of her stroller.

“I just got her buckled in,” I protested, pouring Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups into the bowl.

“Oh she can be rebuckled.” Mrs. B snuggled the baby, showering kisses on her little face, leaving lipstick marks I’d have to wipe off before we took pictures.

“Look at you!” Doc exclaimed as Henry tromped down the stairs in his boots, his face painted, thanks to his mother, like a cat-Puss in Boots. Janie behind him, wore a long satin dress, the right half pink, the left half blue. She was going as Sleeping Beauty. “And my little princess. You look beautiful.”

Doc kissed his daughter’s cheek as she came into the kitchen before he headed up the stairs.

“Where are you going?” Mrs. B called.

“To get my camera.” He was already halfway up.

“You gonna be warm enough in that?” Mrs. B asked, eyeing my skirt. “Guess we should have thought of that when we ordered these, huh?”

Your husband has been keeping me more than warm enough, I thought, but didn’t say it. I still wondered about that night I’d brought Christian home. Had he really been watching us?

“All that walking, I’ll be fine.” I assured her, pouring Kit Kats into the bowl.

“Can’t we go by ourselves?” Henry begged for the ten millionth time. I rolled my eyes, opening a Kit Kat and breaking off a wafer, putting it in my mouth while he and his mother argued and Puss stamped his boot.

“Henry, I told you, no! You’re not old enough yet.” Mrs. B bounced the baby on her hip. “Besides, who’s going to carry Holly’s bucket?”

Henry scoffed. “We have to trick or treat for her?”

“Well she can’t do it by herself,” his mother replied.

“She’s not going to eat any candy.” Janie, whose ingenious pink and blue dress idea had come straight from the Disney movie, was brushing her long, blond hair, which we thankfully didn’t have to cut after our summer gum wad incident. “Why do we have to get any for her?”

“Because I said so,” Mrs. B said, removing one of her blond ringlets from the baby’s chubby fist.

“You guys are just going to eat it later,” Henry grumbled, picking up his white glow-in-the-dark ghost bucket from the table.

“Well, it’s either that or we raid your candy,” I called over my shoulder, still chewing my Kit Kat.

“Good point.” He held out his hand to his mother. “Give me her bucket.”

His mother smirked, handing over the glow-in-the-dark Frankenstein bucket. Janie’s was a pumpkin.

Of course, we weren’t ready to go out trick or treating quite yet. First Doc had to take pictures of everyone in front of the fireplace, all of us smiling and saying, “Cheese!” or, if Henry and Janie were complaining about how long it was taking and refusing to smile, maybe “Smelly socks!” or “Cheesy underpants!”

“So you’re the family photographer?” I asked Doc as Mrs. B strapped the baby into her stroller once again while Janie and Henry fought over who got to carry Holly’s bucket. The once reviled task was now being coveted. “That’s a nice camera.”

I had to admit, I was jealous. My own was ten years old and I still used film. Actual film.

“Thanks.” His camera was digital and he was flipping through the pictures he’d taken, leaning in to show me. “I’ve always been an amateur photographer. Used to take pictures at weddings when I was in college for extra spending money.”

“I sell mine on stock photo sites.”

“Really?” He raised his eyebrows. “What do you photograph?”

“Whatever sells.” I shrugged. “Nature photos, stills of objects. You’d be surprised what people want to blog about.”

“Is there any money in it?”

“Not much. A little. Extra spending money, like you said.”

“I like photographing people.” He cocked his head at me. “You would make a beautiful subject.”

“Thanks.” Damn, I was blushing again. That made a slow, sexy smile spread across his face.

“Want to pose for me some time?”

“Sure,” I agreed, feeling my blush deepen. He’d never said a word about naked photography, yet both of us seemed to know exactly what he meant.

“You ready, Gretchen?” Mrs. B called, pushing Holly in her stroller toward the front door.

“Duty calls.” I turned and walked away, feeling his gaze follow me. I made sure I added a little swing to my hips.

Mrs. B pushed the baby’s stroller through the neighborhood while Henry and Janie ran from house to house, gathering candy, taking turns at every stop to fill Holly’s bucket too. There were a great many spoils to be had in their subdivision-some of the houses even gave out full sized Snickers bars! When I was a kid, we were grateful to get Dum-Dum suckers and Smarties.

By the time we’d circled back around to our block, the buckets were overflowing and Holly was slumped over in her stroller, fast asleep. The porch light was out as we approached the house.

“We ran out of candy, can you believe it?” Doc called as we pushed through the front door, Henry and Janie in the lead, wanting to tell their father all about the scarecrow who came to life and scared the pants off them. It was just a guy in a costume sitting in a lawn chair, waiting to scare passersby, but it was all Henry and Janie could talk about.

“There were so many kids,” Mrs. B exclaimed. “I swear their parents drive them into our sub because they know we give out such good candy.”

“I’m going to go put these on my laptop.” Doc got up from the sofa where he’d been watching Law and Order and picked up his camera from the coffee table.

“Remember, you can’t post any pictures of Holly on Facebook anything!” Mrs. B called as he headed through the kitchen.

“I won’t,” he assured her. “I took some non-identifying ones. I can share those, can’t I?”

“Just not her face,” Mrs. B insisted. It wasn’t just her being paranoid. The foster care system made that a requirement. No identifying pictures were allowed to be shared of foster kids by their foster families. Not that I blamed them. Holly had been rather infamous in our little community, after what she’d been through. It was better that no one knew we had her.

Henry and Janie sat in the middle of the family room, costumes askew, Janie sorting her candy into types in her usual OCD fashion. Henry entered serious negotiations with her to trade all his licorice for chocolate, a feat I figured nearly impossible.

“She’s going to be hungry when she wakes up.” Mrs. B took the baby, putting her on the sofa and getting her out of her costume while I went to make up her bottle.

“I’ll do it.” Mrs. B smiled when I brought the bottle out. She took it from me and put it to the baby’s lips. Holly sucked greedily.

“I’ll go clean up dinner.” We hadn’t had much time after eating the Sloppy Joe’s Mrs. B had made before we all had to change into our costumes.

I was loading dishes in the dishwasher when Doc came in. He opened the fridge and pulled out a beer. He popped the top off, tossing it onto the counter. I gave him a look, sweeping the top into my hand and putting it in the garbage under the sink. He came closer, watching as I bent over to put the last plate in the dishwasher.

“Damn, little Red Riding Hood, you make me feel like a wolf.”

I turned, finding him dangerously close. I could smell the alcohol on his breath and wondered just how many of those he’d had. Of course, he’d been here, all alone, with nothing to do but watch TV, drink beer and hand out candy.

“You’re looking rather wolfish,” I replied, glancing at the stubble on his cheeks. He’d clearly forgotten to shave that morning.

“All the better to tickle you with.” He grinned, grabbing my hips and rubbing his cheek against mine, making me squirm and laugh. I wondered if they could hear us in the family room. One of the kids could walk in at any minute-although I doubted it. They were likely too engrossed in candy negotiations.

I tried to push him away, my hands against his chest, but he didn’t budge. Doc was a big man and could take what he wanted, if he wanted to. The thought was blackly exciting. His hands remained on my hips, moving over the short skirt I was wearing.

“You’re so sexy in this damned costume,” he murmured, his denim clad thigh sliding between mine.

“I didn’t meant to tempt you, Mr. Wolf.” I cocked my head, giving him a smirk that told him that the opposite was true.

“Oh, I think you did.”

“Your wife picked it,” I reminded him.

“I know.” His hands moved down to my ass, squeezing. There was no pretense anymore about this being an accidental meeting. “Think she meant to tempt the wolf?”

“Do you?” I raised my eyebrows.

“You know I was watching, don’t you?” He leaned in to whisper this into my ear, his big hands gripping my ass, holding me to him.

“Yes,” I whispered back, my nipples hardening instantly at his words.

“Did you come hard?” He pulled my skirt up in back, hands roaming over my tights, making me gasp.

“I… I needed it so bad that night.” I whimpered. I needed to right now. Between his teasing grind against the counter before we left, and now this, I was ready to explode.

“I know.” The knowing in his voice undid me. My hands, which I’d previously kept at my side, went to his waist, feeling the solid heat of his muscles underneath that button-down dress shirt. “What were you thinking about when you came?”

“I… don’t remember,” I stammered when his hand reached around the front of my tights, cupping my mound through them, under my skirt.

“Liar.” He pulled back to look at me. His eyes were darker than I’d ever seen them. Dark with lust. “Don’t lie to me or Mr. Wolf will eat you all up.”

Was that supposed to be a threat? It just made me wetter.

“You.” I whispered. I was the desperately hungry one. “Both of you.”

“Fuck, that’s hot.” His fingers massaged me through my tights. My pussy lips were so swollen and fat. Everything down there was squishy. “I wish I could have seen you with the light on. Is your pussy shaved?”

I nodded. “But Mrs. B said I should let a little grow back. At the top.”

“Blonde?” His eyes brightened.

“Yes.” I bit my lip. “Like my hair.”

He groaned, palm grinding my pussy, his cock like a foot-long pipe against my thigh.

“And these gorgeous tits.” His other hand had found something to do, cupping my breast through my blouse. My hard nipple grew even harder, as if it could pop right out for his waiting fingers. “My God, Gretchen, do you know what you do to me? You turn me into a fucking animal.”

“I was just carrying my basket through the woods on the way to Grandma’s house, Mr. Wolf,” I teased, rocking my hips. He could get me off like this. Just like this. A fire burned through me at the thought. He could make me come in his arms while his wife and kids were just a room away and no one would ever know.

“You’re so damned tempting.” He smiled, watching my face as I looked at him through half-closed eyes while he rocked my pussy toward orgasm.

“Gretchen?” Mrs. B called from the family room. “Can you bring me Holly’s diaper bag?”

The sound of her voice made him take a step back. I straightened my skirt, my blouse, still trying to catch my breath. The diaper bag was on the kitchen table and I headed for it on shaky legs.

“Wait.” Doc caught my arm, whispering. “Gretchen, I’m sorry. I’m… drunk. Forgive me?”

“I… um…” He had to know there was nothing to forgive. He wasn’t taking advantage of me. My God, I wanted it as much as he did.

“Don’t tell Carrie.” He left, disappearing back up the stairs.

I made it through the rest of the night on autopilot, cleaning up after dinner, tucking two sugar-hyped now-crashing kids into bed, rocking the baby to sleep, saying goodnight to the Baumgartners as they sat on the sofa watching The Office, laughing together.

But that night, I heard them having sex. I listened to the animal growl and thrust of him, the headboard banging against the wall over and over, and I wondered if he was thinking about me when he came.

Because I was. I came three times, panting and tangled in my covers, thinking about him.

The Baumgartners went to New England to visit Doc’s parents for Thanksgiving and took Janie, Henry, and Holly with them. They asked me to come along, but I told them I’d been invited to my aunt’s for the holiday. It wasn’t true, of course. My aunt had denounced me as a slut and had kicked me out the summer after my senior year when she found me giving Jake Harris a blowjob on the couch in the basement. The truth was, I hated Thanksgiving. It was a non-holiday to me that served no purpose except to eat and bicker with family members you hardly ever saw. And that just reminded me I didn’t have any family to bicker with, and that made me sad.

Last year, Ronnie had invited me to her parents’ and we had dinner with them and her sister, Amy, which had been okay, but still painful. For me, it was like being pricked with needles all night long-not anything that was going to kill me, but still damned painful and annoying. So this year, I spent Thanksgiving at the Baumgartners, in their empty house. I ordered Chinese food and ate it in front of the 80-inch television while binge-watching Friends on DVD all weekend. On Friday, I had the worst MSG hangover and stayed in bed until three.

Then I managed to clean up the house and decided, after a liquid dinner of organic whole milk mixed with Carnation Instant Breakfast, that I wanted to go clubbing. Christian had called me after that one night, but I’d never called him back. Rude, I knew, but I didn’t want a regular fuck buddy, and he wasn’t really boyfriend material-not still living at home, going to the community college, and playing Halo and Call of Duty until all hours of the night. Of course, who was I to talk, after spending eighteen hours in front of the TV?

So I thought maybe I’d call him and we could meet up at the club. Since I had the Baumgartners’ place all to myself. Including their giant king sized bed. The truth was, I wanted to fuck on it. I wanted to be fucked on it, to imagine myself in between the two of them. I borrowed Mrs. B’s dress, the one she’d worn that night. It had been skin tight on her, but it was a little loose on me. Still, I looked damned good. Maybe, I thought, I could pick up two tonight for the price of one. I was sure Christian wouldn’t mind bringing another girl home.

I called him, but when he finally answered, I was already at the club, and apparently he was out of town-Texas-with his folks. He sounded real disappointed and said he’d make it up to me when he got back. I said, sure, we’d get together. Of course, I lied. I knew what I was doing as I ponied up to the bar and let some guy buy me a drink. I was alone, I was missing the Baumgartners, and I was looking for any way I could to remedy that. If it meant getting drunk and bringing another strange guy home, then that was what I was going to do.

I sat at the bar, sipping my mojito, and hunted the place with my gaze. I skipped over the couples. They were easy to spot. Not because they were kissing or dancing close, but because they stood near each other, almost touching, familiar, but didn’t talk. Their eyes were mostly on other people. I ignored the dancers too. Most had already found a willing victim for the night’s main event. Instead, I scanned the periphery. I was looking for a wallflower, a shy one, someone who would jump at the chance to go home in my Saturn and do just what I told him to.

Several guys approached while I sat there, but I rebuffed them. If they were confident enough to come up to me, they weren’t what I was looking for. I went through two more drinks-paid for by two other guys-and finally decided to take a break and headed to the restroom. I smiled, remembering standing in line with Mrs. B. The line wasn’t as long tonight.

When I came out of the stall to wash my hands, there was only one sink empty. I squeezed in, pumping pink suds into my palms, completely oblivious to my surroundings until she spoke.

“Hi, Gretchen.”

I looked up, meeting her gaze in the mirror. She was putting on mascara and looked incredible.

“Hi, Ronnie.”

I thought that would be it. My heart was in my throat. I grabbed some paper towel, expecting her to be gone when I turned around. But she was there. Right behind me. Close enough to touch. And I wanted to touch her. God help me, I did.

“Can we talk?”

“Here?” I looked around the bathroom, dubious.

“Out there?” she suggested, wrinkling her nose. Of course, that was out. Too much noise and confusion. Then she looked at me again and grabbed my hand. It was soft and warm and familiar and instantly broke my heart. “Got your car?”

I nodded. “Won’t Vince miss you?”

“I’m here with friends. Let me tell them. I’ll meet you right outside.”

Of course I thought she was going to ditch me. I shivered outside-still sweaty from all the body heat and I hadn’t brought a coat-and figured I’d wait for fifteen minutes and then go home and lick my wounds. But that isn’t what happened at all. Ronnie showed up, just like she said she would, shivering herself, although she’d been smart enough to bring a jacket. Her skirt was almost as short as mine.

“Let’s go, I’m freezing.” Ronnie’s teeth chattered all the way to the parking lot. I unlocked the Saturn’s doors and we got in. I started the car to turn on the heat. Late November in Michigan was cold-cold enough to snow, although it wasn’t.

“Better?” I asked, directing the vents in her direction as the air turned from cool to lukewarm. It wouldn’t be long and it would heat up.

“Thanks.” She gave me a shy, heartbreaking smile. “So… how are you?”

How was I?

“Good.” Lying seemed to be the best course of action until I knew what she wanted. Because I was sure she wanted something. “So what’s up?”

“Oh… nothing.” Seems we were both into the lying thing.

“How’s Vince?”

“Um… good.” She shrugged, tucking her dark hair behind her ear, gaze scanning the parking lot.

“Still seeing him?”

“Yeah.” She nodded, looking down at her hands in her lap. “Listen. Gretchen, I just wanted to tell you… I’m sorry.”

“Right. You said that before.” I leaned back in the driver’s seat, remembering how it had all ended. She’d tearfully confessed and apologized profusely when I told her I’d seen her and Vince together. Then, in a stunning turn of events, at least on my end, she had been both shocked and horrified by my idea of sharing him. In the end, she’d been the one angry at me, instead of the other way around.

“I know, but…” She picked at one of her cuticles. Her nails were painted a pretty shade of turquoise. “Well, I told you something that wasn’t exactly true.”

“You lied?” Why wasn’t I surprised?

“I just… I wanted you to know that I thought about it.” She looked over at me in the light of a street lamp, half her face in shadow. “What you wanted.”

“You, me and him?” The unholy trinity.

“Yeah.” She nodded. “The thing is… I didn’t say no.”

“I’m pretty sure screaming ‘are you out of your fucking mind’ and slapping me across the face is a pretty standard, universal sign for ‘no.’”

“I didn’t,” Ronnie pleaded. “I mean, I know… I know I said that. I did a horrible thing. I’m sorry. I said I was sorry.”

“You did,” I agreed.

“But after… I thought about it.” She lifted her face to mine and I saw the tears she was trying to hold back. That melted me a little. “I missed you so much. And… so I asked him.”

This I hadn’t known. Ronnie, as far as I knew, had made the choice herself. She didn’t want me, she wanted Vince. She’d made that absolutely, stingingly clear.

“And what did he say?”

“He said he didn’t want to share me.” She dropped her head again and I saw tears fall into her lap.

“Well…” I couldn’t help it. I touched, her, reaching out and running a hand down over her scalp, through her long, dark hair, letting my fingers get tangled. “I guess I can’t blame him.”

“You mean that?” She sniffed, glancing up at me.

“No.” I snorted, my hand falling to her lap, squeezing hers in mine. “I think he’s an insecure asshole, but what do I know?”

She smiled. “He’s talking about marrying me.”

“Whoa, that was fast.” I blinked in surprise. You’d think Mr. Monster Porn Cock would want to take his pony on a few more rides before putting on a saddle and bridle.

“I know.” Ronnie’s hand trembled in mine.

“Are you cold?” I asked, reaching to turn up the heat.

“No.” She shook her head, meeting my eyes again, still shy.

“Why are you shivering?”

“I don’t know.” She dropped her gaze again, shaking her head. More lies. But I didn’t press her. I just said what was true.

“I miss you, Ronnie.” I lifted her hand to my cheek, turning and kissing her palm. “I still love you. I always will.”

“I miss you too,” she said, but pulled her hand back into her lap, swallowing and looking out the window at a car pulling into the lot. “So are you still in the apartment?”

“No. I’m living with the Baumgartners.” I knew that would surprise her, and it did.

“Really?”

“Yeah. They’ve got a baby.” Another surprise. “They needed a live-in nanny.”

“Mrs. B had a baby?” Ronnie’s jaw was practically on the floor.

“Foster care,” I explained. “Adopted. Or, she will be.”

“Oh. Wow.” She looked like she didn’t quite believe me. “So you’ve got the night off then?”

“They went to Doc’s parents’ place for Thanksgiving.”

“Oh.” She licked her lips and then asked, “When do they get home?”

I knew that look in her eyes and my body responded instantly.

“Not until Sunday.” I waited, my breath held. I knew I shouldn’t encourage her. I should have lied. But I couldn’t help myself. Just looking at her legs, crossed like that, her skirt riding high, made my heart race.

She hesitated, biting her lip. “So you’re all alone?”

“I’ve been alone since you left.” I put one finger on her knee, sliding my fingernail up her pantyhose. It left a long run in her stockings as I traced up her thigh, pushing her skirt as I went.

“Let’s go,” she whispered, shifting, squirming in her seat. “Drive, Gretchen.”

We left the club, my hand cupping her thigh the whole way, massaging her flesh. I’m not sure how it happened, but we ended up in the Baumgartners’ bedroom, on the Baumgartners’ bed. We’d done this before, way back when in Key West, had sex right where the Baumgartners had.

We quickly stripped down to our underwear, which didn’t take long. I just had to kick off my heels and pull off my dress. Ronnie had a few more steps-her heels, skirt, blouse, hose-but we were soon belly to belly on the Baumgartners’ bed, kissing like we’d never stopped. She rubbed my tits through my bra-she knew I loved it-making my nipples so hard they almost hurt, sending waves of heat radiating down my belly, right straight to my clit.

And I cupped my whole hand over her mound, through her panties, rubbing her until I felt her moist heat leaking through, until I could lift my fingers to my mouth and taste her juices, until she moaned and rocked her hips and begged me to lick her pussy. I loved hearing her say it.

“Lick it! Please, lick it!” she pleaded.

I didn’t disappoint her. But I wanted some too. So I slid my panties down and yanked hers off, rolling her onto her back while I straddled her face. Ronnie moaned and dove in, burying her face in my pussy, licking and sucking and drinking me in with such eager hunger, it was like she’d just discovered water in the middle of the desert. I took my time, admiring her pussy-still shaved, so very pretty-before parting it with my fingers.

It was a gorgeous pink inside, her inner lips glistening wet. I was about to make them wetter. Slipping my fingers into her, just two of them-nothing compared to Mr. Monster Porn Cock-moving them slowly in and out, establishing a rhythm that she started moving her hips to. Then and only then did I flick her clit with my tongue. That made her moan against my pussy. She had her whole tongue shoved into my cunt, drinking my juices like a hummingbird drinks nectar.

I curled my tongue around her clit, wiggling it back and forth, but not really licking. Not yet. I wanted to hear her beg again, and I knew she would. But I kept fingering her, nice and slow, in and out. I watched her juices whiten as I fucked her, frothy around my fingers. She had finally found my clit, remembering how I liked it, her mouth fastened tight, her tongue flicking back and forth. I moaned, fucking her a little faster.

“Oh Gretchen!” she gasped, pausing in her onslaught for just a moment. “Please! Lick it! Don’t tease me! Lick! Lick!”

I smiled, sliding my tongue over the hood of her clit, making sure it stayed in place-it was too sensitive to lick directly-and dialed my tongue around and around. This was more teasing. I knew what she wanted, where she wanted it, but I wanted to draw it out, make it last. I, however, wasn’t going to be able to hold out. She was tenacious, her mouth clamped onto my pussy, her tongue licking like lightning. Soft, delicious, velvet lightning. It lit up my whole body.

I shuddered with my climax, thighs taut and trembling, rolling my hips over her face, grinding my pussy against her tongue. Ronnie moaned and wrapped her arms around my hips and ass. She knew not to let me go. She knew to keep going. My tongue found that sweet spot on her clit, the one that made her whimper, her hips bucking up. I stayed there, right there, while she kept sucking on my pussy.

Ronnie’s thighs start to quiver, hips moving up and up, fucking my fingers back, and I knew she was getting close. I could tell from the way she sucked on my clit, like a little baby attached to a nipple, trying to get more, more, more. That’s when I turned my hand and slid my thumb into her asshole.

“Ahhhhhhh!” She stopped sucking my clit for only a moment to vocalize, her pussy clamped down hard on my fingers, a honeyed vise, snapping closed again and again as she climaxed. Her mouth covered my pussy, sucking and licking feverishly at my clit. That, coupled with the rhythmic tug of her asshole on my buried thumb, sent me over the edge again and I came all over her face.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Ronnie swore as I rolled off her onto the bed, which was soaked with her juices. Mine were running down her chin and neck. She rolled onto her belly to rub her face against the covers. I loved the thought of my cum all over the Baumgartner’s bed while they were fucking here.

“Okay?” I murmured, up on my elbow, looking at her disheveled hair, eyes closed. She was so fucking beautiful.

“Way better than that,” she croaked, cocking one eye open at me. “Oh Gretchen… you’re so good to me.”

“Remember when we raided Mrs. B’s drawers and found that big, black vibrator?” I asked, reaching down to cup my aching pussy with my palm. I’d had two orgasms, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted to be fucked.

“Mmm God yeah.” A grin spread over Ronnie’s face.

“Think she’s got one here?” I hopped off the bed, going to the dresser, and started opening drawers. I found Doc’s socks and boxers in the first one, and that got me thinking about Doc’s cock. I shifted over to the other side, and found Mrs. B’s bras and panties. I started digging.

“Ah ha!” I held up a cock in triumph. It was huge and life-like-probably as big as Ronnie’s new boyfriend’s. Maybe a little bigger.

“Any more in there?” Ronnie sat up, pushing her hair out of her face.

“This is Mrs. B we’re talking about.” I scoffed. “There’s gotta be.”

I dove back in, hunting through her drawer, coming up with another dildo, this one a pink jelly vibe, cock-shaped, complete with veins and a ridged, circumcised head. Perfect. I carried the vibrators over to the bed, holding them up to show Ronnie.

“Which one?” I asked, waving them in the air, grinning.

“Oh pink!” She pointed, reaching out with grabby hands. I tossed it to her and she played with the controls at the bottom, turning it on, turning it up. “Ohhhh yeah, that’s what I’m talking about!”

I did the same with the real-life cock, shivering. Nice. Very nice. It would do. And it didn’t hurt to know that this particular cock had been inside of Mrs. B, that she’d fucked herself to orgasm with it. I climbed onto the bed, crawling up next to Ronnie. She already had her legs spread and she was rubbing the pink cock up and down her wet slit.

“That’s so pretty,” I said, admiring her as I turned on my vibrator. “You just wanna play together?”

“Yeah.” She nodded, biting her lip as she eased the cock inside. “Too bad we don’t have any porn.”

“We can pretend.” I laughed. “What are you picturing?”

“Ummm.”

“You can tell me.” I nudged her with my knee. We were side by side on the bed on our backs, thighs spread and touching. “It’s okay if it’s Vince.”

“It’s not Vince.” She turned her head to look at me, eyes half-closed. “I was remembering being with the Baumgartners.”

Her words thrilled me. Oh God, picturing Ronnie sandwiched between my employers. Picturing myself with them, all three of them. What I wouldn’t give for that.

“Tell me,” I urged, sliding the cock into my pussy, moaning softly at that sweet sensation of being filled. My body buzzed with the vibration.

“Gretchen…” She bit her lip, shaking her head.

“Tell me!” I insisted, starting to fuck myself, nice and slow, in and out.

“Doc,” she murmured. “Fucking me like this, on top of me. And Mrs. B sitting on my face, looking toward him.”

I moaned, pushing the huge member deeper into my pussy. I could see it. Doc kneeling up between her thighs, shoving his cock in hard, grinding his hips into hers. Leaning over to kiss his beautiful, busty wife as Ronnie licked the older woman’s pussy with eager enthusiasm.

“I want to take his cock out and suck it,” I told her. She opened her eyes in surprise. “I want to suck it and lick your juices off and shove it back in you.”

“Oh God.” Her look was pained.

“I want to slap your little clit with his cock. You like that?”

“Mmmm! Yes!”

“Ronnie, I want to put it in your ass.”

She moaned, shaking her head from side to side, but I knew she was imagining it. Her thighs widened, hips pressing up.

“I’m going to make him fuck your tight little asshole.”

“No, no, no,” she cried, but her nipples were so hard. I knew Doc had fucked her ass. She told me he did. And she’d liked it. She never let me do it to her, but I knew she’d loved it when Doc had eased his cock into her ass, Mrs. B guiding it bit by bit.

“Yes, Ronnie,” I urged, fucking myself faster. “I’m going to lick your pussy while he fucks your ass. Can you taste her pussy, baby? Can you taste her pussy juices in your mouth?”

“Ohhh yes!” she moaned, fucking herself harder, faster, deeper.

“I’m gonna climb on top of you,” I whispered, getting closer, nuzzling her ear. “I’m gonna rub my pussy all over yours while Doc fucks your tight little asshole.”

“Oh Gretchen.” She whimpered. “Fuck, I love that.”

“I know you do.” I licked her earlobe. “I’m gonna rub our pussies together while I help you lick Mrs. B’s pussy and Doc pounds your ass.”

“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” Ronnie moaned.

“Do you want him to come in your ass?” I growled into her ear. “Do you want her to come all over your face? Do you want me to rub your pussy with mine until you come, baby? Do you want to come for me? Come for me!”

She cried out, hips flying skyward, making herself orgasm, and I wasn’t far behind, pulling that big, slick, life-like dildo from my pussy and pressing the vibrating head to my clit. It instantly sent me flying and I could almost taste Mrs. B’s pussy in my mouth. I lifted the dildo to my mouth, sucking the juicy head, tasting myself, imagining I could taste her too. She’d fucked herself with this. She’d made herself come. God, I wanted her.

“Oh hell.” Ronnie pulled the pink, vibrating cock from her pussy, turning it off. “Whew. That was so wrong. And so fucking hot.”

“Who says it was wrong?” I kissed her cheek, turning off my vibrator and tossing it aside onto the bed. “You know, the Baumgartners really loved you.”

“I loved them too,” she said after a minute. “But Gretchen… I moved on. I mean, I want to live a normal life. And having threesomes and sleeping with girls… it’s all college experimental stuff.”

I watched as she got up and started getting dressed.

“You’re still in college,” I pointed out.

“I know.” She sighed, buttoning her blouse. “But I guess I think it’s time I grew up and stopped… experimenting.”

“Then what are you doing here?” I sat up on my elbow as she slipped on her skirt.

She sat on the edge of the bed, working her pantyhose back on. Finally, she sighed, standing and adjusting her skirt, and said, “I don’t know.”

I left the room, going to mine, pulling out panties, a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, putting them on. I turned to find Ronnie standing in the doorway, her purse slung over her shoulder.

“You know what I think?” I said, turning to face her. “I think it was your decision. Not Vince’s.”

“I need to get home.”

I put on my shoes and took her home.

Before she got out of the car, she asked me one question.

“Have you been with the Baumgartners?”

“No.” I told her the truth, although it wasn’t all of the truth. Because I wanted to be with them. I wanted it very much.

“I didn’t think so.”

She asked me to drop her down the block from the apartment she was renting with Vince. That was enough of a hint for me.