come!”
I groaned, pushing myself to my own climax as I moved my tongue faster and faster against her pussy, not knowing where I started and she began. I came so hard I couldn’t even see straight and my ears were ringing and all I could do was lick and swallow her as she came too, her soft cries filling the room.
“Holy shit,” she whispered as I sat up between her thighs, wiping my face with the back of my hand. It didn’t do much good, I was literally just soaked with her all the way down to my nipples. I grinned, still breathless and she smiled back at me, looking dazed. There was a huge wet spot on the bed, too, that I wondered how were going to hide.
Then we heard Henry screaming, “Monster! There’s a monster!”
Gretchen pulled her t-shirt down, grabbing her panties. “I’ll get him. You…clean up.”
I turned off the movie, put everything back, and put my own panties back on. Then I washed up. By the time I was done, Henry was back to sleep and Gretchen was downstairs under the covers.
“Are you asleep?” I whispered, climbing in with her.
We were sharing the sofa bed tonight. She didn’t answer me, and I could hear her breathing was deep and even. Either she was sleeping or pretending to be. I closed my eyes, feeling a slow heat burning in my chest as I remembered what we’d done. I snuggled up to her back, drifting off, still tasting her in my mouth.
Chapter Thirteen
Janie crept in between Gretchen and I on the sofa bed at what felt like it had to be five in the morning. It was full light, though, so I knew it couldn’t be. She snuggled up to me and I kissed her cheek, pulling her close and trying to fall back asleep, but I couldn’t. I kept remembering the night before.
Gretchen was still sleeping, her blonde hair like gold strands falling around her face and shoulders, her lips a perfect little rosebud. She had such soft, delicate features, like a doll. I was both envious and attracted at the same time, a paradox that made me squirmy.
Janie noticed I wasn’t sleeping and she turned in my arms. “I’m hungry.”
“What time is it?” I whispered back.
“Eight, I think.” She snuggled closer.
She was getting big to be doing this-almost ten-caught right between that place of being a little girl and not quite a teenager, the lost land of “tween.” I looked at her and remembered how little she had been when I first started babysitting for them. She was growing up, and starting to look more and more like her beautiful mother every day. I found myself envious of her, too, and almost wished I could go back there to those pre-teen days myself, when things didn’t seem and feel so complicated.
“Want pancakes?” I smiled and tucked a honey-colored curl behind her ear.
“Special?” She perked up, her voice getting high and louder, making Gretchen sigh and shift in her sleep. I noticed the covers pull over the swell of her behind and it made my belly tighten.
“Yep.” I yawned. “Go tell Henry, and see if Noah and Sarah want any.”
Janie scrambled off the sofa bed to go wake Henry and the Holmes kids and I got up and tugged a pair of shorts on that I’d left on the floor next to me. Gretchen rolled over fully onto her belly, the covers shifting and showing her panties-the pink ones-and the tops of her creamy white thighs. I wanted to kiss her there and resisted the impulse.
I had three pancakes done before they all finally tumbled down the stairs and ran into the kitchen. Janie was explaining what “Ronnie’s Special Pancakes” were to Noah and Sarah as they sat down at the table.
“They’reHUGE pancakes, all rolled up with applesauce inside and whipped cream on top,” she said, making her hands into a circle the size of a dinner plate for emphasis.
“And cinnamon sugar.” Henry dipped his finger into the whipped cream on the way by. “Don’t forget that. It’s my favorite part.”
“Ronnie’s Special Pancakes.” I was just finishing the last one. I gave them each a plate with one pancake each, plus a fork and a glass of milk.
“Mmmm, looks good you guys.” Gretchen stretched sleepily from the doorway. I saw her standing there, still in her t-shirt and panties. She raised her eyebrows at me with a grin. “They’re going to be high on sugar all day.”
I shrugged, my eyes moving down her long, bare legs. “It’s a treat.”
“It sure is.” Doc came in behind Gretchen, looking at her in t-shirt and panties, though, and not at the pancakes I’d made. “Did you sleep well, Gretchen?”
“Ronnie hogs the covers.” She laughed. “But besides that, fine. I could use some coffee.”
“Me, too.” He glanced briefly at me. “Can you put coffee on, Ronnie?”
“I’ll help.” Gretchen came to stand next to me, rubbing her hip against mine as she turned on the coffee maker, putting in a filter for me to dole out scoops into. It didn’t take both of us to make coffee, and Doc was watching, his eyes sharp, noticing the way she slipped her hand over the small of my back.
Gretchen went back to the table, smiling at Doc as she stole some of the whipped cream from the top of Sarah’s pancake. “So, Doc, you were telling me before… you have a motorcycle back home?”
Doc’s eyes were on her mouth as she sucked whipped cream off her finger and so were mine. “Harley Electra Glide.”
“Really?” Her eyes widened for a moment and then softened as she rubbed her lips with her wet finger. “I would so love to go for a ride with you. Wouldn’t you like to take a ride with Doc, Ronnie?”
I swallowed, seeing her eyes moving over me, and I glanced at Doc, who was smiling, looking a little amused.
He leaned back in his chair, his eyes dipping down to her lap where her t-shirt was pulled up, exposing her bare thighs and pink panties. My eyes went there, too. “Gimme a call when we get back. I can definitely take you both for a ride.”
She smiled over at me. “Motorcycles are so sexy…don’t you think so, Ronnie?”
“Yummy.” I grabbed coffee mugs out of the cupboard. I poured coffee for the three of us, putting full cups in front of each of them. The kids were wolfing down their pancakes, none of them even speaking.
“Do you have cream and sugar?” Gretchen looked up at me. “Can’t have it without cream and sugar.”
Her eyes met mine and the look in them stopped me.
“I love cream and sugar.” My voice was smooth and low when I replied.
Doc cocked his head at me. “I thought you drank your coffee black?”
I shrugged, standing. “Sometimes a girl likes cream and sugar, what can I say?”
“Done!” Henry exclaimed, as if it had been a contest, his face full of applesauce and whipped cream. “Who wants to play Tomb Raider?”
“Me!” Noah said through a mouthful of pancake. He wasn’t even half done. I put the cream and sugar on the table in front of Gretchen and her smile warmed me to my toes.
“Thanks.” Her eyes were even warmer than her smile. Doc looked between us, his face bemused. Janie and Sarah followed the boys and the luring call of video games into the living room. I sat next to Gretchen with my own cup of coffee, feeling her hand sliding over my thigh under the table.
“I’m going to take a shower.” Doc stretched, still wearing that bemused smile. “I’ll leave you two girls alone.”
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Mrs. Holmes came to collect Gretchen and the kids just before dinner and we spent every moment together until then. I told Mrs. B I wasn’t hungry and went to my room after they left. I couldn’t get Gretchen out of my head.
Janie came in to say good night and we snuggled and talked for a minute before she went to bed.
“I love Gretchen,” she sighed. “I hope I grow up to look like her.”
I smiled, but I knew what she meant. Gretchen couldn’t help but leave an impression. “You’ll be beautiful, Janie, and you’ll look like you.”
“I wish my mom and dad would get anau pair.” She pulled her arm around me tighter and snuggled close.
