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  “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.�
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  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.

  Chapter Six

  I slathered Holly with SPF-50, rubbing the white lotion into her chubby, pale baby folds of flesh, making her smile and wiggle on the bed. Then I put a pink bathing suit with white polka dots over her swim diaper—a tight fit—and tied a pink sun hat on her head. She kicked her legs when I put her on my hip, heading down the stairs.

  The Baumgartners were already on the beach sunning themselves, Doc sitting at the table with a paperback, some James Patterson novel, shading his eyes and watching Janie and Henry building sandcastles. Mrs. B was on a blanket in the smallest black bikini ever made. There was likely a picture of it under “butt floss” in the urban dictionary. And she was slathered up too, but not with sunscreen. Her copper-colored skin glistened with oil.

  “There are my girls.” Mrs. B glanced up as I came out, closing the sliding door behind me. The heat hit me like a wall after the coolness of the AC.

  “Nice suit,” Doc commented on mine and I glanced at him, seeing his little smile, those dark eyes, sent a jolt of excitement shooting through me.

  “Thanks.” I glanced down at my white bikini, which covered more than Mrs. B’s for sure, but it was still quite scant. “Your wife picked it out.”

  “I’d wear even less if I had your body,” Mrs. B replied, defending her choice as I joined her on the blanket. I put Holly on it between us on her tummy along with a teething ring I’d grabbed from the freezer. She’d been fussy lately, cutting her bottom two teeth at once.

  “I wouldn’t object to anyone wearing any less.” Doc put his book down, grinning, squinting out at the shoreline. Janie and Henry were chasing each other, splashing, laughing. “Wanna take the baby for a swim with me, Gretchen?”


  “Sure.” I picked up Holly, standing and propping her on my hip. “Wanna come Mrs. B?”

  “When are you going to start calling me Carrie?” she sighed, shading her eyes and looking up at me. She kept reminding me and I kept forgetting. It was mostly habit, but I think some part of my brain refused to make that jump. If I started thinking of her as Carrie, that would be too familiar. And clearly, she wanted to keep her distance. Thinking of her as “Mrs. B” helped me keep that distance too.

  “Sorry,” I apologized.

  “Coming in, babe?” he asked her, standing beside me so he could nudge her with his toe.

  “Maybe later.” She put her head back down, closing her eyes. “Gonna get a little more sun.”

  Not that she needed it. Her body was all over bronze, her color deepening over just the few days we’d been there. I’d burned the first day, even with sunblock, and that had deepened into the beginnings of a tan. Now I was wearing the baby’s “ultra water resistant” SPF-50, rather than go all lobster.

  “Come on.” Doc walked with me to the edge of the water, Janie and Henry leaping up and down and running at him as soon as we hit the water’s edge.

  “Daddy! Daddy! Throw me!” Janie begged, diving into the water and bobbing back up five feet from the shore.

  “No, me!” Henry followed her and they dove and bobbed in the water like seals.

  “You’re getting pretty big for this,” Doc warned, but he did it anyway, diving in and surfacing beside them in the water. Janie squealed when he lifted her in his arms, tossing her as far as he could. She held her nose, going under, and then resurfaced, laughing. They would do this over and over, at least until Doc’s arms got tired.

  I waded in the water, marveling at how warm it was, even in December. It was only a week until Christmas. Hard to believe. It had come up so fast. I’d been living with the Baumgartners for six months. That made me think of Ronnie—just being here made me think of her. The place we’d met. The first place we’d had sex. But I shoved those thoughts away, sinking into the clear blue water to my waist.

  Holly squealed in surprise when the water touched her skin, crying at first. I held her out in front of me, floating her along, letting her get used to the temperature change. Her eyes went from wet to wide, then to laughing. Her arms waved, her hands slapping the water’s surface, splashing, the droplets hitting her face surprising her once more.