“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.
“Okay, enough, enough,” Doc protested, throwing Henry one last time. He was getting big, almost bigger than Janie, even though he was younger. He was going to be a big boy.
The kids begged for more but they finally gave up, swimming and splashing together for a while until they got bored and went back to building their sand village on the shore. Doc came over and joined me and the baby.