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  “First he’ll put it all over his cock...” I heard something slick, like the sound of his hand moving over his shaft.

  “Then, he’ll use his fingers... ohhhh...” Her body moved against mine, her back arching. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but she told me. “He’s putting his fingers in my ass, making it nice and slick.”

  “Does it hurt?”

  “No.” She shook her head against my shoulder. “Just have to relax... open up... mmmm... let him work it open with his fingers...”

  “Ready, baby?” Doc murmured, and I could feel her hands tightening on my shoulders as she nodded her head.

  “Yes.” She hissed and closed her eyes for a moment. “Oh God... he’s pressing the head of his cock in... that’s the hardest part... just have to... ohhhhhh God, baby.”

  Doc groaned a little, his weight shifting on the bed. “It’s okay, it’s okay.”

  “Yes,” she whispered again, loud enough for him to hear. “More... more...”

  She kissed my cheek, my neck. “Ahhhh God... that’s it, baby... I can take it... the head’s almost in...” I couldn’t tell who she was talking to anymore, him or me. “Deeper... oooohhhh yeahhh... deeper... mmmmmmm.” She rocked back a little against him now, her breasts swaying against mine. “He’s in me, now... his cock is in my ass...”

  I looked up at her face, the expression caught somewhere between pleasure and pain. “All the way in?”

  “Almost.” She panted, groaning when he shoved into that last inch. She smiled at me, kissing me on the mouth, her tongue petting mine. I could feel him rocking her, fucking her, driving her forward onto me.

  “Now comes the fun part,” she whispered into my ear, pressing her breasts to mine. “Oooo God, that’s gooood...”

  She moaned and panted against my ear, rocking back against him. “Yes, baby, yes... fuck my ass!”

  The sound of her words thrilled me, although I couldn’t imagine his cock where it was, stretching her open...

  “Want to see?” It was like she was reading my mind. She went fully up to her hands and knees. “Go on.”

  I wiggled out from under, crawling behind her as Doc grabbed her hips, pressing deep. His eyes were on me, watching me as I knelt up next to her.

  “See.” She showed me, spreading her cheeks wide.

  I could see his shaft reappearing as he pulled back, the head popping under that tight, wrinkled hole. The lube he had used glistened and pooled against her flesh. In spite of my hesitation and my own fear, my pussy was aching and I watched, fascinated, as he began to move through that snug channel even faster, making Mrs. B moan louder.

  Sliding my hand along the back of her thigh, I found her pussy, wet and swollen. She arched her back, rocking against my hand, his cock. His balls were slapping against her flesh now and she ground her hips back into him.

  “That’s it, baby!” She moaned against the bed. “Fuck that tight little asshole!”

  I slid a finger into her, then two, pushing them all the way in. She gasped and panted, her breasts swaying under her, the nipples grazing their mattress. My thumb found her clit, rubbing it in circles and she cried, “Yes, oh yes!” when I started massaging it.

  Kneeling up next to Doc, I watched him fuck her, his cock red and swollen, his eyes half closed, his breath coming faster and faster. I knew the sound of him growing close, now.

  “I want to see you cum.” I watched him drive deeper, harder. “Please.”

  He moaned, leaning in and kissing me, sucking my tongue into his mouth as he fucked her ass, that taut ring of flesh, never stopping. She was shaking, her thighs trembling, and I worked my hand faster, my fingers pressed deep into her, realizing I could actually feel his cock shoving into her through the thin membrane between the slick, smooth walls of her pussy and the humid tunnel of her ass.

  “Doc!” She grunted and shoved back on him, and I knew she was coming. I knew the sound, the shudder and thrust of her, and I rubbed and rubbed her clit, sending her.

  “Yeah, baby!” He groaned in response, pulling his cock out of her ass.

  Without thinking, I grabbed it, pumping it in my fist over her ass. He held onto me as his hips bucked, his cum exploding over the small of her back. I pointed the head between her legs and watched as thick streams of hot, white fluid splashed over her now-gaping asshole, slipping down through her pussy lips in a rich, creamy river right down the center, aiming for her clit.

  Mrs. B collapsed onto the bed, covered in his cum. I held his slick, softening cock in my hand and kissed him again.

  “See?” Mrs. B murmured over her shoulder at me.

  “Yes,” I whispered against Doc’s mouth with a shiver.

  And I did.

  Chapter Fourteen

  I snuck back into my own room before it was light, so Janie and Henry wouldn’t see me coming out of their mom and dad’s room. Mrs. B pulled me back for a moment, kissing me on the mouth, putting a lazy, sleepy arm around my neck, making me want to stay.

  I watched her turn and snuggle into Doc’s back as I closed the door. He was snoring. I had a twinge of guilt thinking about all of it before I drifted back off to sleep, but our Key West vacation was over tomorrow. We were flying home and returning to our normal lives. I could help wondering—was this my “new normal?”

  Janie and Henry arguing woke me up—at least, that’s what I thought it was. By the time I grabbed myself a shower and went downstairs to scrounge a late breakfast, I found the Holmes’ kids playing the X-Box with the Baumgartner’s kids while Gretchen and Doc were sitting at the kitchen table. There was a box of Kleenex on it and Gretchen was blowing her nose. She looked awful and I went over to find out what had happened.

  “They’re firing me,” Gretchen said as I took a seat across from Doc, not even looking up at me. “Guess what for?” I shook my head, throwing Doc a puzzled look. He just pulled another Kleenex out of the box and handed it to her.

  “Condoms!” she hissed, looking over her shoulder to see if the kids were listening. They were glued to the X-Box.

  I looked at Doc, incredulous. “What?”

  “They’re pretty fundamentally religious,” Doc explained, handing her yet another Kleenex and she blew her nose loudly into it.

  “I had them in my purse.” Gretchen shook her head. “They fell out while I was looking for something and she saw them.”

  I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms. “I don’t get it.”

  “Maureen Holmes is a prude.” Mrs. B came into the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee.

  “Carrie,” Doc warned, glancing toward the kids.

  She came over to the table and sat next to me, rolling her eyes. “She is. To expect a twenty-four year old woman to be a virgin in this day and age?”

  Gretchen sniffed. “To be fair, I did tell her when I was hired that I had recommitted myself—which was technically true—is true.”

  I stared at her, remembering everything she had said to me the other night. And aside from that—did being with a girl not count?

  “I have them just in case.” She wiped her eyes with the tissue. They were red and swollen. “The box was unopened. I tried to explain it to her, but she didn’t care.”

  “I’m sorry, Gretchen.” I shook my head.

  I couldn’t imagine working for people like the Holmes, but then, the Baumgartners were about as far from the Holmes as you could get and still be on the same planet, I thought.

  “If there’s anything we can do, just tell us.” Mrs. B reached past me and touched Gretchen’s hand.

  “When do you leave?” Doc asked.

  “Tonight,” Gretchen sniffed. “I’m supposed to be taking the kids to buy souvenirs for their friends, but I just had to talk to someone.”

  “You did the right thing,” Mrs. B reassured her, squeezing her hand.

  “I should go. I have to get back.” Gretchen blew her nose again and sniffed. “Ronnie, will you walk me out?”

  I nodded, going with her to
the door. The kids were still playing video games and we stood outside on the front porch. I couldn’t help putting my arms around her and hugging her. She hugged me back and we rocked a little like that.

  “I’m sorry.” I didn’t know what else to say.

  “It’s okay. I’ll be okay.” She drew a shaky breath. “I feel better already, just seeing you.”

  Then I really didn’t know what to say, but I could feel a heat spreading from my belly all through my limbs. Somehow we were kissing, then, a hungry, urgent kiss, one that made me wish we were alone.

  “Let’s get together,” she whispered into my ear. “When we get back? Go to... lunch... or something.”

  “Or something.” I nodded. “Okay.” Her eyes were still red and swollen and puffy and she still looked awful, and I’d never wanted anyone more.

  “Sarah! Noah!” She opened the door. They burst out, full of tales of Lara Croft: Tomb Raider.

  I waved at them from the porch as Gretchen hustled them into the car. I waved until the car disappeared around the corner and then I went and sat in the living room with Janie and Henry, who were still playing the X-Box.

  “You guys want to go swimming?” I twirled one of Janie’s blonde curls around my finger and thought about the way Gretchen’s hair swung around her face. “It’s our last day, we should do something fun out in the sun.”

  Doc came back into the room, smiling at me. “You just want to work on your tan.”

  I stuck my tongue out at him. “So?” I grabbed the edge of my shorts, pulling them aside. “It’s working—see...tan lines!”

  His eyes dipped to the bend in my thigh, following it inward. “Uh-huh, I see. Although thanks to Carrie’s little bikini, not too many.”

  “Well, we’ve got a surprise for you.” Mrs. B came in and turned off the TV.

  Janie and Henry both groaned simultaneously. “Mom!”

  Mrs. B rolled her eyes. “Fine, if you’d rather play some video game than swim with dolphins...”

  I gasped and Janie squealed, clutching me. “Oh my God!” Janie cried. “Really? Oh my God! I love you!” I laughed as she screeched and pulled me to standing, jumping up and down.

  Doc shook his head. “Who would have thought a bunch of big fish would be so exciting?”

  “They’re mammals, Dad!” Janie rolled her eyes at him.

  Doc winked at me as Janie pulled me upstairs to get ready. “Mammals, huh? Who knew?”

  —

  It was the best possible next-to-last day of our vacation that I could imagine, and it just kept getting better. We spent an hour swimming with dolphins, and Janie and I were both fascinated by their smooth, rubbery bodies, the way they actually came up to play with us. I couldn’t get enough, and the trainers showed us how to hang onto them and go for a ride. It was like hanging onto a slippery bullet, and I came up sputtering and laughing, one of the dolphins lifting me from underneath.

  We changed and went to dinner and the kids went to the game room and Mrs. B and I got out on the dance floor. The music was loud and it didn’t matter what was playing, because it was just the beat we were rocking to, wild, like we didn’t care who was watching. Doc was, though. I saw him out of the corner of my eye, leaning back and sipping a margarita.

  I had three margaritas myself, although I wasn’t supposed to be drinking at all. No one paid any attention, and I was so thirsty after coming off the dance floor that I kept drinking Mrs. B’s and she just kept ordering more in all sorts of yummy flavors.

  By the time we drove home, I was flying, and I put my arms up over my head when Doc put the top to the convertible down and me and Henry and Janie sat in the back and sang as loud as we could to whatever was on the radio.

  The kids fell asleep on the sofa during Free Willy—which Janie insisted we watch—before poor Willy even jumped to freedom. For some reason, the whale’s sagging dorsal fin made me incredibly sad every time I saw it.

  Doc and I propelled them off to bed, skipping the whole teeth brushing ritual in spite of the M&M’s and Milk Duds that they had along with their microwave popcorn. It was straight to bed, do not pass Go, no $200, just a pillow and a blanket and a mumbled “’night.”

  Mrs. B came out from cleaning up the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dish towel, just as Doc as I came back down the stairs. “Everyone tucked in?”

  Doc pulled her against him, kissing her hard. “Everyone but us.”

  Mrs. B held her hand out for me and I melted in between them, snuggled up to her, Doc’s crotch cradling the curve of my ass. Mrs. B’s mouth was soft and warm, her tongue quickly finding mine. I could feel Doc’s hands moving over her, around me, his cock lengthening against my bottom.

  “I think we should go for a swim,” she suggested into my ear, and I knew she was looking up at Doc. “One last midnight swim...”

  It was only ten o’clock, but we all stood out on the beach in the moonlight, stripping naked on the sand. It was still warm, the day’s heat dissipating slowly, but the water felt cool as I waded in after them. Mrs. B was already swimming out, but Doc lingered a little behind, waiting for me.

  I dove under, getting my hair wet and slicking it back as I came up beside him. He looked down at me, reached for me, and I wrapped myself around him as we kissed, squeezing my thighs at his hips, bouncing a little in his arms.

  “Throw me,” I whispered in his ear, nibbling on it.

  He laughed. “Are you sure?”

  I nodded, grinning, as he grabbed my hips in his big hands, bending his knees a little before propelling me upward, squealing, into the air, just like he did to Henry and Janie. I came crashing down into the waves, holding my nose and sinking nearly to the bottom.

  “Woo hoo!” I broke the surface. He was still laughing as Mrs. B swam back towards us, smiling. “Again!”

  He did it again, and a third time, both he and Mrs. B laughing when I surfaced with a “woo-hoo!” The next time he grabbed my hips, though, he pulled me in close, and I could feel his erection nudging between my legs.

  “Wanna go for a ride, little girl?” he asked into my ear and I could feel his fingers probing between my legs, searching out the slippery wetness there, parting my lips.

  “My mommy told me not to go for rides with strangers,” I teased, sighing deeply when his fingers found me, slipping into me.

  “Do I look strange?” He played along, kissing me, a brief tonguing that slid down my chin and neck quickly to my breasts. As he sucked them, I heard him give a low growl, and felt Mrs. B’s hand under the water beneath me, tugging on his cock. She was guiding him, me, in a slow, watery dance.

  “Mommy says it’s ok,” she murmured into my ear, nudging his fingers out of the way with the tip of his cock, and I felt the swollen head seeking entrance. “Just this once...”

  Groaning, I sank my flesh down over his shaft, wrapping my legs around his waist and digging my heels into his back. The water bobbed us all up and down, a natural rhythm, his cock slipping through me again and again. Mrs. B stood next to us, tugging at my nipples, leaning in to lick them.

  “Ooooo yes!” I arched my back for her tongue as it made circles around my pink, pursed buds. She held me in the water as I floated on my back now, kissing me as Doc grabbed my hips and worked his cock into my pussy, pushing against the surf. We rode it, slow gentle waves coming in one after the other, a rise and fall that I could feel spreading through my belly.

  I wrapped my arms around Mrs. B’s neck, my tongue sucking hers in, moaning into her mouth as she tweaked my nipples and slid her hand down between my legs. Her fingers slipped over my mound, feeling where Doc was rocking his stiff flesh into my softness, and then climbed back up to my clit, staying there.

  The waves seemed to swell and crest higher and higher, my cries lost in the sound of the surf. I was going to come and I clung to her, to him, both of them sending me over the edge into ecstasy. My pussy fluttered and then clamped down on Doc’s shaft as I came, sucking him deep inside of me as I twisted in his
hands, her arms.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” Mrs. B murmured, her fingers getting another shiver, two, three, out of me. “That’s a good little girl.”

  Doc slowed, stopped, but didn’t pull out of me. He was still hard, a pulsing heat inside of me as we floated together. I panted, breathless, into Mrs. B’s neck and we just rocked in the moonlight, drifting.

  “Let’s go in.” Mrs. B helped me sit, still impaled on Doc. He groaned, gripping my hips for a moment, holding me still.

  We didn’t say anything, we just gathered our clothes and went upstairs. Mrs. B started the shower, and we soaped each other, kissing, caressing, touching as we went. Her hand found its way between my legs again, slippery with soap, when I was kissing Doc, my fingers sliding wetly over his balls, cupping them, rolling.

  “I should shave you again.” She petted me there.

  “I’ll hold her,” Doc offered and I gasped when he leaned against the tile, turning my back to him and hefting me in his arms.

  “Doc!” I squealed as he grabbed my knees, bent them back, exposing me to Mrs. B. I could feel the hard muscles of his chest and belly working as he took my weight, holding me up for her.

  “Perfect.” Mrs. B chuckled, reaching for a razor she kept hanging on the shower organizer. She soaped me up good, rubbing hard to make a lather, and I gasped, twisting a little against Doc.

  “Gotta hold still.” She raked the razor upward from bottom to top. Mrs. B spread my lips with her fingers at the top, the razor riding the pink edge toward them.

  “Am I too heavy?” I turned my head to look at Doc, seeing his eyes following the path of the razor between my legs. He just shook his head, pulling my knees back even further, rolling my hips up a little so he could see even more. Mrs. B’s fingers slid over my mound, feeling for stray hairs. She teased my clit for a moment, making me sigh and moan.

  When she reached for the showerhead, I grabbed her hand. “Wait.”

  Puzzled, she turned back to me as I slid her fingers down through my slit, past the little opening to my pussy, down further to my ass.