Her hips made little circles as she sat in my lap and I wished for a moment that I had a cock to shove up inside of her. What would it feel like, I wondered, that tight little pussy? Instead I probed her with my fingers, working them in, feeling her rock in response as we kissed.
“Your turn,” she murmured, starting to slide out of my lap, but I grabbed her hips, shaking my head.
“Both of us,” I said, leaning back on the sofa and spreading my legs. She laughed happily, turning around and positioning herself so her pussy was over my mouth, and her tongue-oh sweet god, her tongue-probed into my wetness.
I found myself in the very position TJ and I had been imagining in the shower, except TJ was sleeping upstairs instead of fucking Janie from behind. But Janie and I…well, were following our decidedly naughty pursuits on the living room couch. And if anyone walked in…and they could, at any moment…
“Don’t stop,” Janie said, pressing her pussy down against my mouth. “I can come again… I can come a lot.”
Oh. God. I sucked her clit between my lips, flicking it with my tongue, swallowing the sweet taste of her juices. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, that this was the same Janie I’d babysat for years now straddling my face, her pink flesh exposed to me as her tongue moved in circles against my clit, sending sweet shivers through me.
“Finger me,” she begged, arching back, her fingers sliding into me, too. I did as she asked, her wetness making it easier, but god, she was tight. I worked one finger in, then another, making her moan when I twisted them inside and started fucking her.
“Ohhhh god,” she whispered, fucking me back, making it hard to keep my mouth fastened on her pussy, but I managed somehow. “Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Oh god I wish it was a big fat cock!” I groaned, because I’d been thinking of TJ, imagining his cock sliding just where my fingers were, his balls slapping her clit as I licked and licked her. “Don’t stop! Oh yeahyeahyeah, make me come all over your face!”
I couldn’t stop her-or myself-if I tried. She came in a hot, quivering flood, my whole face bathed in her wetness, and I lapped it up, my own climax following within seconds as she moaned against my clit. Her whole mouth covered my mound, her tongue working my clit furiously as she came, and I gave her my orgasm, thrusting my hips, bucking up and offering my wet, spasming pussy to her.
When she went to move, I grabbed her hips, kissing her pussy and thighs, making soft, happy noises, and she giggled as she turned around and lay on top of me, tucking her head under my chin. We laid there for a while, and I knew we should get up and get dressed-truly anyone could walk in; Henry and Liz; the Baumgartners and Gretchen; or TJ could wander downstairs-but I didn’t want to move. Feeling her weight on me, the softness of her breasts pressed against mine, the velvet press of her thighs, it was all just too good.
“Are you okay?” I asked finally, stroking her hair.
She lifted her head, looking at me, her eyes bright. “More than okay.” I smiled, snuggling her closer and pulling a blanket down from the back of the couch to cover us. She was still quivering.
“Janie, I have to tell you something.”
“Hm?” Her voice sounded far away and happy.
“You are truly an amazing writer.”
She was quiet for a moment, but I could almost feel her swelling with pride. “Do you really think so?”
I nodded. “Yes. What are you majoring in again?”
“Accounting.”
I laughed. I couldn’t help it. “Whose idea was that?” Janie made a face. “My dad’s.”
“I think you should be majoring in creative writing.”
“I wanted to, but…” She shrugged.
“But?”
“It doesn’t exactly pay the bills.”
“Honestly… I think you’re good enough right now.” I smiled at her incredulous look. “What you need is an agent. Do you have anything else you’ve written?”
She nodded. “Lots.”
“What’s lots?”
“Four novels. Probably hundred of short stories.”
“Are you serious?” I gave a low whistle. “Are they all erotic?”
“No.” She smiled.
“But they’re all as good as that story was, aren’t they?” I asked.
“I don’t know…” She flushed. “I guess so.”
“Amazing.” I took a deep breath, thinking about her future, stretching out before her. So much potential, so many possibilities.
“I could sleep here,” she murmured, snuggling in closer.
“Why don’t we?” I suggested, kissing her forehead. “TJ’s crashed upstairs.
Help me pull out the sofa bed.”
We got the couch bed pulled out and were back in it within minutes, wearing just our t-shirts now. I pulled the comforter over us as Janie turned in my arms, spooning, her back to my front. She was already drifting off to sleep. I kissed her cheek, remembering her as a little girl but experiencing her now as a woman. The juxtaposition was surreal, and I closed my eyes, listening to the soft sound of her breath, the only sound in the room. I couldn’t sleep for a long time, thinking about Janie, about what had happened, about the past…and the future.
I couldn’t quiet down until I’d worked it out-but when I finally had an idea, and decided I’d talk to the Baumgartners about it first thing in the morning, my whole body finally relaxed against Janie’s, and I joined her in sleep.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
I woke up sandwiched sweetly between Janie and Gretchen, the three of us spooning, Janie’s back to my front and Gretchen behind me, her arm draped protectively over us both. I kissed the top of Janie’s head and she smiled sleepily, her body slowly waking, tensing as she stretched, cat-like, in my arms.
“Know what I want?” she murmured, not opening her eyes.
“I can’t possibly guess,” I replied, feeling Gretchen waking, too, snuggling closer.
“Ronnie’s special pancakes!” she exclaimed. “I haven’t had them in years.
Gretchen tried to make them after you left but… yuk!”
“You got it,” I agreed, laughing at Gretchen grumbling behind me.
I was in no hurry to get out of our warm bed, though, with Janie’s bottom perfectly shaped against my thighs, and I found myself considering the idea I was going to propose to the Baumgartners. I hadn’t consulted Janie, or TJ for that matter-but Doc and Mrs. B were the place to start, I decided, sliding my hand over Janie’s hip, feeling her wiggle and press back against me.
“Well…that’s where you were all night. Good morning, ladies.” I glanced up to see TJ standing in the doorway, his hair tousled but his eyes bright as he looked at the three of us snuggled together on the sofa bed. I smiled up at him, seeing it in his eyes, that dark look of lust, and knew how much just finding us together like this turned him on. Proof of that fact tented his boxers almost immediately, and he turned, excusing himself to use the bathroom.
“You’re so lucky,” Janie murmured, her eyes closed again. “He’s such a hottie.”
I smiled. “He is, isn’t he?”
“You damned well know he is.” Gretchen squeezed my ass, making me squeak. “And I think you should share.”
Janie turned in my arms, her eyes brightening. “Now that’s a good idea!”
“Hungry girl.” I kissed her nose and then, still smiling, crawled out of bed and headed toward the kitchen, calling: “Time for pancakes!” When TJ joined us again, wearing jeans this time-something that would cover up his obvious arousal a little better, I noted with a smile-I was up to my elbows in flour, Gretchen was nursing her first cup of coffee, and Janie was sitting at the kitchen table, complaining about her growling stomach.