“Then I guess we’d have to talk about that,” he replied readily enough. “I mean it, Carrie. You can’t change who you are. You love who you love. Like I told Gretchen tonight.”
“That poor girl.” Mrs. B sighed again. “I feel awful for her. Ronnie just left?”
“She said she found someone else, but she’s really just running away,” Doc told her. “Like she ran away from us. But she’s like you, Carrie. She’ll realize it, some day.”
“I’m glad I have you,” Mrs. B was smiling. I could hear it in her voice. “I’m a very lucky woman.”
“Yes, you are.”
“Oh shut up.” She laughed.
“Make me.”
“Come here and I will.”
“Mmm I like the sound of that.”
Then there weren’t any words for a while. At first I wished they’d shut the door after all, but I couldn’t help listening. I heard her moans and his groans and the wet sound of them kissing each other and the more I listened, the more turned on I was. I was ashamed of my response, just like I had been when I was listening to Ronnie and Vince, but I couldn’t help it. My pussy ached as I listened to him licking hers.
“Oh God, Doc…” Mrs. B moaned. “Did I ever tell you how good you are at that?”
“A few times.” I could hear his grin. “But I never get tired of hearing it.”
“Ohhhh God, yes. Lick it, baby.”
Oh fuck. My pussy throbbed. I was sopping wet, listening to the sounds of them having sex. I cupped my hand over my mound, through my panties, rubbing my swollen vulva. Listening to them was so wrong. And it made me so hot.
“Here. Lick my fingers,” Doc offered.
I bit my lip to keep from moaning out loud, sliding my fingers under the elastic leg of my panties and slipping my fingers through my wet slit.
“Don’t you miss that taste?” Doc asked.
She moaned. “Yes. God yes.”
I lifted my fingers to my lips, rubbing my juices over them like gloss, tasting myself. God, I loved the taste of pussy. And for some reason, it thrilled me to know that Mrs. B did too. Ronnie said she’d learned to love the taste of a woman from being with Mrs. B. She’d been a gentle instructor, leading her easily down the path to corruption.
I’d learned to keep those thoughts to myself, given how many people around me disapproved of my feelings. If my aunt or my previous employer knew what I was doing or even just thinking, half the time, I would have been out a lot sooner than I was.
“You know how much I love watching you lick a woman until she comes,” Doc growled.
Oh my God, I was so wet. I whimpered, sliding my hand between my legs. I was thinking about all the toys I had at home, but tonight all I had were my fingers. I thought about Ronnie’s tongue on my clit as I rubbed my fingers around and around. I thought about Doc’s face, buried between Mrs. B’s wide open tanned thighs. I thought about burying my own face there, too, fighting him for her wetness.
“I love it when you make her all wet for me,” Doc said. “When you suck her pretty little nipples and make them hard.”
Mine were hard. Little pink points under my t-shirt. I rubbed them through it with my other hand, doing circles with my palm. Ronnie knew how much I loved that. She used to leave my bra on, teasing me for hours, teasing me through it, with her tongue, sometimes just with a fingernail, driving me crazy.
“You want her tongue here, baby? Right on your hard little clit?”
“Oh fuck yes.” Mrs. B moaned loudly. “Right there, baby. Right. Fucking. There.”
Yes, right there. Oh there. I licked my lips, wishing it was my tongue on Mrs. B’s clit. What did she taste like? Was she smooth, still? Ronnie told me that she waxed everything down there. I shaved. Ronnie liked me soft and bare.
“You want her to lick your asshole? Like this?”
Oh. My. God.
“Oh Doc!”
My ass clenched at his words and a low cry escaped my lips. I couldn’t help it. My fingers circled my clit faster, the skin around my nipples growing tighter, pursing.
“I want her to lick it,” Doc growled. “I want her to make it nice and wet so I can fuck it.”
I quivered in my bed, straining to hear them, wishing I could see. Oh my God, I wanted to watch them. I wanted to see him part her thighs with those big hands of his and spread her cheeks so his tongue could probe her asshole. Oh I missed anal. Ronnie had tried it with the Baumgartners, she’d told me, but she wasn’t that interested in it with me.
“You want me to fuck your ass, baby?”
Mrs. B just moaned with pleasure. She was lost, going, gone. I could tell she was close to climax. I was too. I circled my clit faster, faster. Was he going to fuck her ass? Did they do that a lot? The thought sent hot sparks between my legs.
“Oh Doc! Ohhh! Put your finger in my ass!” Mrs. B pleaded. “Yeahhhh! Finger my ass while you lick me! Make me come like that!”
There were no more words from Doc. He was clearly too busy for any more dirty talk. There was only the exquisite sound of her orgasm, the rising moans and final near-scream and then the soft pant of her breath in the aftermath. I stopped rubbing my clit-I had to, or I was going to come, and I didn’t want to yet. Not quite yet.
“Fuck, baby, you come so good.” Doc sighed happily. I actually heard him smacking his lips, still tasting her. My mouth was watering. “Mmmmm you’re delicious.”
“You make me come so hard like that,” she gasped.
“Now I’m gonna make you come with my cock buried in your cunt.”
I trembled at his words. Oh what I wouldn’t give…
My fingers slipped low, sliding into my wetness, shoving in deep. Yes, oh yes. I wanted a cock too. I wanted to be fucked. Like Doc was about to fuck his wife.
“Remember how much I loved watching you lick her while I fucked you?” Doc asked, giving a low grunt. Mrs. B cried out and I imagined it, that first moment of entry. She would be wet, very wet, from his mouth. He would slide right in. Was he on top? Was he behind her? I imagined him taking her from behind, imagined her rounded ass in the air, taking the heat of his cock.
And I imagined her mouth between my legs. Licking my clit. Showing her with my fingers. Right here, right here. Oh god, her tongue, the sweet press of her tongue, the movement of her body while Doc fucked her from behind. And looking up to meet his eyes, watching the pleasure on his face.
“Ohh God, fuck me, Doc!” she moaned.
“Are you picturing it?” he urged. “Her wet cunt spread open for you? Lick it for me, baby. Make her come. Make her come all over your face!”
I was picturing it. I was picturing it and coming. My whole body tensed, shuddering, and then I heard Doc groan, long and loud, crying out with his own release. We were both coming together. My pussy spasmed around my fingers, my clit throbbing under my hand, and I heard her moaning too, crying out.
“Oh fuck, I love your cock in me! Doc, I’m coming! Oh I’m coming for you!”
I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. I laid and stared up at the ceiling, panting hard, not quite believing what I’d just done. Had I really just masturbated while listening to my employers having sex?
I closed my eyes when I heard Mrs. B get up. She went to the bathroom and I turned to my side, yanking the covers up my chin, hiding. She stopped at my door, still cracked, and pulled it closed. I took a deep breath, my thighs still trembling from my orgasm, my belly tight. Had she heard me? Did she suspect?
I told myself I wouldn’t do it again, even if I wanted to. I couldn’t afford to lose this job. I’d have to try to be a lot more professional from now on.
Chapter Three
“Just one more S’more?” Janie begged, her mouth already rimmed with chocolate.
“One more.” I held up one finger, wagging it at her, but she was already loading her stick with another marshmallow.
“You’re gonna get fat.” Henry stuck out his tongue at his sister when she gave him the finger.
“Don’t let your parents catch you doing that, Janie,” I warned, glancing toward the house at the sound of laughter. The Baumgartners and their guests were in the house. “And Henry, your sister isn’t fat.”