“You know there aren’t any monsters.” I squatted next to his bed.
“Yes there are!” He turned his tear-streaked face to me.
“Of course there are.” Gretchen stood in the doorway. I looked up to see her carrying a spray bottle from under the kitchen sink that I recognized as the one that Mrs. B used to mist the plants. “That’s why you need Monster Spray.” Both Henry and I stared at her, open-mouthed.
“Monster Spray?” Henry sounded doubtful as he sat up and looked at her from his bed.
Gretchen brought it over and set it on the night table. “That’s right. I always carry some in my purse, just in case. I filled this spray bottle with it.”
I couldn’t tell if he was buying it or not, but at least he was quiet. “Does it really work?”
“Of course!” Gretchen knelt by his bed, picking up the bottle. “If you see or hear a monster, all you have to do it spray it and it will run right away!”
She hit the trigger and misted the air, showing him.
“Cool!” His eyes lit up and he reached for the spray bottle. Then he frowned. “It’s not just water?”
“Smell it.” She stood and folded her arms across her chest.
He sniffed the nozzle. “Ew!”
“Told you.” Gretchen smiled, tucking a long piece of blonde hair behind her ears. “Monster Spray. 100% guaranteed.”
He grinned at her. “Cool! Good night.”
With that, he put the spray bottle on the night table, laid down and closed his eyes. I stared at her, incredulous. That’s when I knew I really liked her.
As we headed down the stairs, I asked, “What was in it?”
“Vinegar and water.”
I laughed, shaking my head in amazement. Gretchen was spending the night with us, too, since Mr. and Mrs. Holmes said they’d probably be out at least until 2 a.m. We had the sofa bed pulled out in the living room and she and I curled up on it with a bowl of microwave popcorn between us and put in the first non-kid movie I’d watched in weeks, Tristan and Isolde. When it was over and our popcorn bowl was empty, Gretchen grabbed the remote and turned off the TV with a sigh.
“Well that sucked.” She lay back on her pillow with a groan. “But that Tristan… God, what a hottie!”
I made a face. “I would have stayed with Lord Marke if I were her.”
She smiled over at me, raising her eyebrows. “Someone likes older guys, huh?” I didn’t say anything, I just grabbed a half-popped kernel from the bottom of the bowl and crunched it between my teeth.
“Doc is a hottie.” She narrowed her eyes at me like a cat. In this light, they almost glowed like a cat’s eyes. “Don’t you think?” I couldn’t help smiling and nodding.
“I’d let him get into my panties.” She rolled toward the bowl and fished for half-popped kernels, too. “I bet he’s got a nice big cock.”
“Gretchen!” I looked around like someone could hear us.
Her words made my ass clench and my heart beat a little faster. After talking about sex all day, now lying in bed with her in nothing but our t-shirts and panties, I couldn’t help but be a little turned-on.
She grinned, her long, blonde hair swaying like a curtain. “I’m just saying.”
“He does.” I lowered my voice, meeting her wide-eyes. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I had to tell hersomething!
She squealed, sitting up and grabbing my wrists. “Oh my God! You have to tell me!”
Now that I’d said that much, I wasn’t sure I wanted to say any more. I put the popcorn bowl on the end table and took a drink of my Coke, stalling. When I turned back to her, she was obviously waiting and I knew I had to say something.
“I saw them having sex,” I admitted, feeling my blush now.
“And?” She put her hands behind her head, the white t-shirt she was wearing pulling up to reveal a pair of pink panties.
“You’re right.” I shrugged. I could picture his cock, could almost see and smell and taste it. It made me ache just imagining it. “He’s… pretty big.”
She sighed, frowning. “That’s no fun! Give me details. I haven’t been laid since I took this job. Believe me, I’m dying for details!”
I stretched out, leaning on my elbow and propping my head in my hand, remembering that first night I had seen Doc and Mrs. B. having sex.
“I got up to go to the bathroom.” I closed my eyes, picturing them before going on. “And I heard them… Mrs. B was… moaning…”
Gretchen’s eyes brightened. “Uh-huh.”
I shifted on the bed, getting tingly just remembering it. “And I noticed their door was open a little. I could see them in the mirror.”
She shifted, too, her thighs clenching. “And?”
“Mrs. B was on her knees… she had him in her mouth,” I said. “But when she stopped for a minute, I could see his…cock. It was pretty big.”
She made a soft sound in her throat. “Show me. With your hands.”
I did and she groaned again.
“God, I miss it.” She sighed, her hands resting on her belly now. “So what else did you see?”
I decided not to mention the part where they were talking about me. “He turned her around and bent her over, so she was on her hands and knees.”
Gretchen sighed, her eyes closing. “Mmmm.”
“And Mrs. B was saying things like…” I hesitated, swallowing as I watched Gretchen’s hand moving up toward her breast. She was just nudging it a little, moving it under her t-shirt, shifting on the bed.
“Go on,” she urged, her eyes still closed.
“Like… I want you to fuck me… put it in my… cunt…”
Gretchen moaned when I said that, a real moan. “Oh, Ronnie, I’m so horny I can’t stand it.”
I nodded, but I knew she couldn’t see me. Telling her, remembering, watching how flushed she was getting and how her nipples were starting to stand up under her t-shirt was making me wet, too.
“Then he started fucking her,” I went on, my voice getting lower, a little more husky. “From behind like that. Grabbing her hips and just slamming into her.”
She let out a long breath, her hand moving between her legs, cupping herself through her panties, squeezing her legs together. Again, I wondered if she was shaved.
“And she was moaning and fucking him back.” My voice was almost a whisper now. “Saying, ‘Oh, Doc, fuck me hard, baby. Make me cum!” I did Mrs. B’s voice as best I could, making Gretchen shiver, her hand moving slowly over her panties, now.
“But the best part,” I whispered, slipping my hand down between my own legs. The crotch of my panties was damp under my t-shirt. “Was after she came all over that big, hard cock…”
Gretchen’s breath was coming faster, her fingers brushing over her panties, her other hand cupping her breast. I could see her finger moving, barely noticeable, over her nipple.
“He pulled out of her pussy.” I closed my eyes and remembered how slick his cock was with her juices as I rubbed myself. “And put it into her mouth, and made her swallow all his hot cum.”
Gretchen gasped and I opened my eyes to see her looking at me, her gaze shifting between my legs where I was cupping my mound.
“Don’t stop!” She groaned. “God, I love the taste of cum. I’d love to taste him.”
I felt my belly flutter when she said that, remembering how Doc tasted shooting his cum into my mouth, swallowing and swallowing it.
“Did you play with yourself?” she asked me, her eyes back on mine.
I nodded, my fingers rubbing the growing wet spot on my panties. “I couldn’t help it.”
“I don’t blame you.” Her eyes were closed again, but she hadn’t stopped rubbing between her legs. “I don’t know how you can be around him and not want to fuck him.”
I wanted to tell her, but I didn’t know how.
Then she said, “And Mrs. B isn’t bad, either.”
