“Oh Doc, oh God,” I cried as he slowly let me down. I slid down the tile, all the way down, and he captured my mouth as my face passed his, kissing me as he lowered me to the floor. I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him back, tasting my pussy on his tongue, sucking it into my mouth.
“Turn around,” he said, hanging the dangling showerhead back up, switching the setting, the water needling our skin again.
I did as he asked, bending over, bracing my hands against the wall. He groaned, looking at me like that, and slapped his cock against my ass. I gasped when I felt his fingers probing my lips, opening me, sliding his cock up and down, seeking entrance. I arched up, giving him more of my ass, feeling his cock sliding slowly between my lips, into my waiting pussy.
“Yesssss!” I bit my lip, grinding back against his cock. “Oh yes, fill my pussy.”
“You like that?” he murmured, meeting my thrusts with his own. “You like being filled?”
“Oh yes!” I looked back over my shoulder at him, his hands moving over the globes of my ass. “Put your finger in my ass. Please?”
He smiled, spreading my ass, glancing down to watch his cock disappearing. I wished I could see too. I loved watching that. Then his soapy thumb was probing my asshole, rubbing it, making me moan and wiggle back, wanting more. I wanted to be filled completely. I wanted a cock in my pussy, in my ass, in my mouth. I cried out when he slipped two fingers into that tight, furrowed hole.
“Too much?” he asked, slowing his thrusts.
“No,” I panted. “Not enough.”
“Mmm.” He slid another finger in, stretching me open, filling me.
“Yes, like that!” I cried as he fucked both holes, his cock buried in my pussy, his fingers in my ass.
“Oh Doc, please!” I bit my lip, sucking it between my teeth. I braced myself against his onslaught with one hand, but I brought the other one to my mouth, sucking my fingers into my mouth. I had to have all my holes filed.
“What do you want, baby?”
“Fill me!” I begged, rolling my hips back, feeling the hot throb of his cock in my aching pussy, the way my ass clenched and sucked his fingers in deeper. I decided on just my thumb, sucking it into my mouth, closing my eyes and pretending it was another cock.
“Ohhhh baby,” he moaned, slowing just a little. “Oh fuck. Oh your fucking pussy is so tight. I can’t stand it.”
“Mmmmm!” I didn’t slow, I wouldn’t let him. I pounded back against him, deep into the saddle of his hips, my pussy milking him as I climaxed, his cock pulsing with each wave of his cum as he really filled me now. He filled me up completely with that last, final thrust, the ultimate release.
I whimpered when he eased out, his cock and fingers, and gathered me to him, cradling my all-over-shaking body in his arms, holding me up when my knees wanted to let go. He kissed my wet forehead and hair until finally our breathing returned to some semblance of normal.
“Do you know what today is?” I whispered.
“Christmas.” He tilted my chin up, kissing me full on the mouth.
“No.” I smiled. “Not yet.”
“It’s my Christmas.” He looked into my eyes and I drowned in his. “You’re my best gift.”
“It’s my anniversary.” I put my arms around his neck, stretching up on tiptoe. “My first anniversary of working for you.”
“Ah.” He smiled. “And now it’s our anniversary.”
I startled when the shower door opened and Carrie stepped in. Her eyes were on fire, full of lust, and I knew instantly that she’d heard us, had probably been watching us through the foggy glass. We welcomed her, our twosome becoming an instant threesome, Carrie’s arm going around my waist, the other around her husband’s.
“Our anniversary,” she said softly, looking up at her husband. He leaned down and kissed her. Then she turned and kissed me and we were one, the three of us together, a perfect triad.
We spent a long, long time in that shower. I was the one who got out first, when I heard the baby fussing, leaving Doc and Carrie to finish up. Holly was up and ready to play by the time I got downstairs. Then she was hungry, and Carrie wanted to feed her, so we all went out back to sit in the sun on the patio. It was just like nothing had happened, except everything had happened. Everything had changed. I felt it in the heat of our looks. We all had a secret.
But thankfully Maureen Holmes acted as if nothing had happened when she dropped Janie and Henry off, just like she said she would. She didn’t say a word to me, but I didn’t expect her to. As long as she kept her big mouth shut to everyone else, I didn’t care what she thought of me. She could call me a slut, she could think I was immoral, she could pray for me, if that’s what she wanted to do-as long as she didn’t hurt the Baumgartners.
The kids couldn’t stop talking about the fair and how much fun they’d had with Isaac and Rebecca and I let them prattle on while we made tacos for dinner. I browned the meat while Mrs. B cut up lettuce and tomatoes and the kids grated cheese.
“So did they talk about God a lot?” I asked, interrupting Janie’s story about a haunted fun house where the mirrors made her horribly fat-which was the scariest thing in the whole place, she said.
“They wanted us to accept Jesus Christ as our personal Lord and Savior.” The sarcasm in Henry’s voice was unmistakable.
“Did you?”
“They said we had to find Jesus,” Janie piped up.
“I told them I didn’t even know he was lost.”
“Henry!” Carrie gasped, sliding chopped tomatoes off her knife into a bowl. “You didn’t!”
“Well, I said it to Janie.” He smirked.
“You don’t have to be disrespectful,” his mother chastised. “Just say ‘No thank you.’”
“Jesus: Just Say No.” I grinned, scraping hamburger out of the sizzling pan into a glass bowl.
“Henry, check this out.” I reached into the fridge, grabbing an egg out of the holder. “This is your brain.”
“Gretchen…” Mrs. B frowned. She clearly know where I was going with this. But it was too good to resist. I had to.
“And this is your brain on religion.” I cracked the egg on the side of the pan, letting it spill onto the hot surface, watching the sticky, clear fluid turn white. “Or drugs. Take your pick. They can both do that.”
Henry cracked up.
“That’s my public service announcement for the day.”
“You better eat that egg,” Carrie said, rolling her eyes.
“Oh I will.” I picked up the pan, shaking the egg back and forth before flipping it. “I seem to have worked up an appetite.”
I smiled to myself at her knowing look as I got a fork out of the drawer and slid the egg onto a plate.
“What did you guys do?” Janie asked, changing the subject as she went back to grating cheese.
“Oh not much,” Mrs. B told her casually. “Watched movies. We went to Tony’s and had some grown up fun.”
I ate my fried egg, smiling as I remembered the grown up fun we’d had while they were gone.
“Are we going swimming with the dolphins again?” Janie asked. “The kids at camp said if we accepted Jesus we could go with them next year to swim with dolphins.”
“We can swim with dolphins with or without the approval of the Lord, Janie,” I told her, putting my empty egg plate into the sink.
“Just so happens I put it on the schedule for the day after tomorrow,” Carrie said, rocking Holly’s bouncy chair with her foot when the baby got fussy.
“Yay, Mom!” Janie cheered. “You’re the best mom in the world!”
“Gretchen, can you hold her?” Carrie dried her hands on a dish towel, bouncing the baby faster, but Holly wasn’t having it. She was in full-fuss-mode now. “My phone’s buzzing.”