He gasped as I slipped the head of his cock up and down the now-smooth lips of my pussy, his eyes closing, his head going forward to my chest, clearly lost in the sensation. I tickled my clit with him for a moment before tilting my hips and sliding him into position.
“You like that sweet shaved little pussy?” I whispered as he shifted forward, sliding in. He groaned in response, arching, searching for more. I wrapped my legs around his waist, digging my heels into his behind and pulling him deeper. He shuddered, gripping my thighs and then shifting his hands up toward my pussy, sliding slowly out.
“God, that’s beautiful.” I could see him, too, thick and red, pulling back and back until just the head was inside of me. He massaged the smooth lips of my vulva with his thumbs, his eyes full of lust.
“Smooth as a baby,” I murmured, wiggling against him. “Like some sweet young thing with the tightest little cunt you’ve ever been in.” His eyes brightened at my words and I squeezed the head of his cock with my muscles, telling him I wanted more of him. He pressed forward, using his now-wet thumbs to rub my nipples, making me moan.
“God that’s good.” He rolled his hips into me again and again, watching his progress, in and out of my wetness. The sound of our bodies meeting, flesh against flesh, echoed against the wet tile and I leaned back on my elbows, fingering my own nipples as he fucked me, letting him do all the work. His thumbs eased my lips apart again, nudging my clit back and forth between them.
I looked up at his face, his eyes, the way he stared between my legs and my completely bald cunt.
“Would you like to see her fuck me like this?” I whispered, squeezing him between my thighs. He gasped, his eyes flying up to meet mine, and his reaction spurred me on. “See her strap on a dildo and get between my legs like this and fuck my bare little pussy?”
I knew he was imagining Gretchen-and god knows we’d played with enough toys between the two of us-but I had Mrs. B and her big black dildo in my head, her red nails digging into my thighs, raking over my hips. The image made me crazy with lust.
“She could fuck me while she sucked you off,” I whispered urgently, squirming under him, getting into the fantasy. “Would you like that, baby?”
“Nnnnnnnnngggg!” His fingers gripped my hips, just where I knew Mrs. B
would hold onto me, guide me as she fucked me nice and hard with that thick dildo. TJ’s words were just gone, his eyes and movements wild, driving hard into me, and I was getting lost, too.
“Fuck her mouth while she fucks my pussy, TJ!” I moaned, shoving my hips into his, closing my eyes. I could see her, all that honey-colored hair and those full, tanned breasts swaying as she fucked me, oh god, she was so beautiful on me, in me, all over me, I could smell her, taste her-I wanted her.
“Ohhhhhhh baby, I’m gonna-“ I was coming, imagining TJ’s cock was Mrs. B’s dildo filling me, fucking me, taking me there as she slurped and sucked on him, making all those sweet Mrs. B noises that sounded like some little song, the sweet little blowjob hum she always did and I remembered so well.
“Ohhhhh fuckkkkk!” TJ grabbed me by the hair, making me gasp as he pulled me down onto the bathroom floor to my knees and shoving his cock between my lips. I knew he’d been imagining it, too-although I’m sure it was Gretchen’s mouth and throat he was fucking, her big green eyes wide as she tried to swallow his length, her short blonde hair he was holding as he began to come, thick, hot jets of it over her waiting little tongue.
“Take it, take it, take it, take it,” he whispered over and over, and I took it all, like a good girl, swallowing and swallowing, looking up at his face twisted in pleasure as he shuddered and panted against me. I didn’t realize until later that I’d been making that same little humming noise in my throat that I remembered Mrs. B always did.
“Oh baby, come here,” he murmured, gathering me up, sitting me on the counter again on the towel and pulling me close. My pussy felt juicy and swollen beneath me, exposed and vulnerable, and I remembered the feeling well from the very first time I’d shaved-when Mrs. B had shaved me and made me come that day with the shower massage, my body’s betrayal.
He pushed my hair out of my face and kissed my cheeks, my lips, cupping my face in his hands. “I love you, Veronica. No matter what happens, I love you, and I’m never, ever going to leave you.” I held onto him and felt it for the first time. It was not just reassuring, but real. I knew it was true, and it was enough.
It would have to be.
CHAPTER THREE
If I thought I’d been unprepared for seeing Gretchen again, nothing could have prepared me for walking back into the house I’d shared with the Baumgartners that week and seeing Mrs. B in her black bikini, smiling warmly and opening the door to my tentative knock.
I’d spent the whole flight remembering that week in December, as I watched the snow covered ground give way to clouds and then eventually descend into sand. Of course, they must have planned it. I knew that now, although I hadn’t consciously realized it then. They asked me to come under the pretense of babysitting the kids, but that isn’t really why I’d been invited along. It had been planned from the beginning.
How young I had been-how naive. Mrs. B’s slow seduction had worked like a charm-sunbathing topless and encouraging me to do so, too; letting me borrow one of her micro-bikinis and offering to shave me down there so nothing would show. How had they known I would slowly acquiesce the way I did, unable to resist her softness, both of them keeping me curious and on-edge about Doc until just the right moment when he finally came in between us, as if it were meant to be?
It wasn’t until after it was all over, of course, that I felt manipulated. It wasn’t until after Gretchen and I had parted, looking back on that week in Key West, when I realized I’d been used. The reality was Doc wanted a young, nineteen-year-old piece of ass, and his wife planned the seduction. So why, then, was I sitting on a plane, flying out to Key West once again, to stay with the Baumgartners?
The thought went through my mind as I stood in front of their door, waiting for someone to answer. The truth was, I didn’t want to believe it was true. I wanted to think the Baumgartners really cared about me and what happened was as sweetly exciting and spontaneous as it felt-we were all swept away in the passion of it. Some part of me must have still believed that, because there I stood, knocking on the Baumgartners’ door, and when Mrs. B answered, squealing and putting her arms around me, I leaned into her and sighed, and almost felt like crying.
“Oh Veronica, it’s so good to see you!” Mrs. B kissed my cheek, her lips full and soft, catching the corner of my mouth as she turned her head. “Doc!
She’s here!” Mrs. B hadn’t changed at all-the same honey-colored hair falling over her tanned shoulders, the same lush curves. I swallowed hard when she turned, holding my hand and leading me down the hall, seeing that her bikini was a thong, as usual, and she was completely exposed from behind.
“Look at you.” Doc grinned as he came down the stairs, shaking his head.
Doc was a little grayer around the temples, his dark curls a little less thick, but his smile was infectious, and his eyes swept over me, just like they always did, making me tingle. “Come here, girl!”
He swept me into his arms and squeezed, reminding me how big he was. I felt tiny in his arms, in spite of the ten extra pounds I’d put on since I had Beth.
He kissed the top of my head and smiled down at me, his eyes sweeping over my outfit. I was dressed for a Michigan winter-long, gray wool skirt and a light pink sweater with soft brown suede boots.