“They keep talking about it.”
“Really?” I knew how much the Holmes’ were paying Gretchen, because she told me. I didn’t know if the Baumgartners could afford her, in spite of Doc’s salary and Mrs. B’s side business. Me, though, I was free-at least on this trip. “Well, maybe some day.”
“Janie!” Mrs. B called. “Bed!”
“Goodnight.” Janie kissed my cheek.
“’Night, sweetie.”
She shut my door and I curled up to read for a while, but I couldn’t really concentrate. I kept remembering last night, being with Gretchen, how warm and soft and open she was, how we rode that sexual tension all through the day until I was stretched so taut I felt like I was going to burst.
“Ronnie?” It was Doc, knocking at my door.
“Come in.”
He came and sat on the edge of my bed. “You want to talk about it?”
Rolling to my back, I looked up at him. “About what?”
He grinned. “Oh, I don’t know… Super-Nanny and her magical pink underwear?”
I laughed. “I assume you mean Gretchen?”
“What happened last night? Something, obviously…”
I flushed. “Why do you say that?”
He raised his eyebrows. “Because your feet haven’t touched the ground all day.”
I couldn’t help smiling. “Ok… so… something happened.”
“Something good?”
“Yes… very good…” I squirmed, remembering. Glancing up at him, I frowned. “You’re not mad?”
“No, of course not.” He smiled. “We just want you to be happy, Ronnie.”
He chucked me under the chin, but his hand stayed there, slipping lower down my neck, drawing patterns over my chest at the top edge of my tank-tee. “Dowe still make you happy?”
I beamed up at him. “Oh, yes!”
He chuckled. “Well, then, would you like to come to bed?”
I hesitated as his fingers played with my spaghetti straps, looking at him in his boxer-briefs. “Your bed?”
“Carrie’s already in it.” His finger followed the line of the strap down over the material, running directly into my nipple. It was soft, but started to harden the minute he touched it. “And she’s waiting for us.”
I went with him. I couldn’t help myself. The thought of listening to them on the other side of the wall, the headboard, the squeak of the bed, her moans, and not being a part of it, was too much. I had to go.
Mrs. B flipped channels on the TV when I came in, wearing just a t-shirt. She smiled, holding out her hand to me and I snuggled against her softness. It felt so good to be held.
“I hate summer.” She sighed. “Nothing but re-runs and Reality TV. Have you seen thisNanny 911 show?” I shook my head as she paused there, screaming kids running around the screen, hitting their parents, throwing things.
“They could take a lesson from you, that’s for sure.” She kissed the top of my head. Doc smiled as he climbed into bed on her other side. I knew she was just petting me-but it felt good. I liked being petted. She turned the TV off with a sigh, tossing the remote on the bed. “So much for that. We’ve got better things to do, hm?”
I nodded against her breast, already feeling warm. She tilted my face up to hers, kissing me. She tasted salty and I wondered what they had for dinner. I didn’t have any more time to think, though, because she kissed me down to the bed, her hand moving up under my shirt, rubbing and squeezing my breast.
She rolled onto me, her thighs soft and smooth against mine, and I took the gentle weight of her, my hands moving under her shirt in back, up over the rounded globes of her ass. We kissed like that for a long time, our lips meshing, our tongues entwined, until I could feel that sweet tingling all through my body, even in my toes and fingertips.
Then she sat up, straddling me, pulling her t-shirt over her head. I watched her revealing her body, my eyes lost in her sloping curves, her golden skin. I reached for her breasts, my hands seeming so small as I tried to cup them, hold them. She leaned forward, over me, and I pressed my face against them, her nipples hardening under my mouth.
I drowned myself in Mrs. B’s flesh, running my tongue from side to side, first one nipple, then the other. She held herself above me, the heat of her pussy pressed against my tummy, watching me with half-closed eyes. I saw Doc stretched out beside us, his cock hard in his fist. I remembered estimating for Gretchen with my hands how big he was, but I think I didn’t quite give him enough length. It seemed bigger now to me as he pumped it through his fist.
Mrs. B moved, sliding her hips up, grabbing the headboard. She came up and put a knee on either side of my head, wiggling a little as she positioned herself. I looked at her for a moment, her skin so smooth, showing a little pink inside as she spread her thighs. It was wetter in there, I could see it, and I could smell her, that sweet musk that made my pussy twinge and pulse.
I opened her up with my tongue, starting at the top of her cleft, moving it from side to side, teasing her clit for a moment before searching lower, trying to find the source of her honey. I groaned when I reached it, that little hole that was already seeping fluid onto my tongue. Probing there, making my tongue hard, I grabbed her hips, pushing it in as far as it would go.
“Oh!” Mrs. B gasped as I fucked her with my tongue, swallowing as much of her as I could, my nose pressed hard against her clit. I was squeezing my thighs together, feeling my own pussy aching, as I slid my tongue back up, making it a little cup and taking her juices with me, spreading them all over her clit, making it even more slick.
“Oh yes,” she murmured as I poked and prodded and pushed the hood back and touched the source of her pleasure directly. I slid my hand down between my legs, shoving it down under the elastic band, seeking my own heat. I was swollen and slippery wet already and I moaned into her pussy as I started to rub my clit.
I felt Doc’s hands, then, pulling at my shorts, my panties, peeling them off. His tongue was between my legs, licking and sucking as he slipped his fingers up inside me. I moaned into her pussy as she rocked on me, working her pink flesh against the soft wetness of my tongue. I couldn’t swallow all of her, and I could feel her juices pooling at the hollow of my throat.
Doc pushed my legs back with his palms, his face buried between my thighs, licking me until I couldn’t concentrate on anything, including Mrs. B. She rocked and rocked, holding onto the headboard, her moans low and long as she ground herself against me.
“Beautiful.” Doc murmured, his tongue on me again, flicking faster, sending waves of pleasure through me. His fingers were petting the entrance to my pussy, not sliding inside, just circling around and around the hole, making me squirm and moan.
Mrs. B’s movements increased, her hips rolling faster, her moans louder, and I could see the slope of her belly, the curve of her breasts as they pressed against the headboard, her head going back as she used my tongue, her long hair brushing my breasts, making me shiver.
“Oh baby,” she whispered. “Oh yes, sweetie, I’m gonna commmmme!”
The last word turned into a long, sustained “mmmmm” and I moaned, licking her faster, feeling the pulse jump between my legs as Doc used his mouth on me, his fingers sliding through my slit. Mrs. B was shuddering and quaking with her climax, gripping the headboard and rocking, making it pound against the wall as she came.
Doc’s tongue made fast circles over my clit, and I felt that familiar tug in my belly, something coiled there, waiting. Mrs. B moved off me, coming to snuggle next to me, but Doc didn’t stop, and I looked down to see him, his eyes on mine, his mouth working.
I groaned when Mrs. B began to suck at my nipple, sending an immediate rush of heat to my pussy. Gasping, I grabbed for something to hold onto, finding Mrs. B’s thigh, digging my fingers into her flesh.
“Don’t stop,” I begged, her fingers rubbing and pulling at my other nipple. “Ohhhhh God, pleeeease!”
I was so close, teetering right at the edge, and I felt Doc’s fingers slip even lower, gently stroking the entrance to my ass. I gasped, my fingers tightening on Mrs. B’s thigh as he slid one finger into that tight, puckered hole, his tongue still moving like lightning over my clit.
“Oh, no!” I begged, shaking my head, but it felt so good, the skin there incredibly sensitive as he moved just the tip of his finger there, in and out. “Oh God, I can’t stand it!”
