He groaned, moving faster, driving deeper, and I felt myself edging near a point of no return. My fingers wouldn’t stop moving against the tender bud of my clit, making delicious circles there, and my nipples were hard and poking straight out. I used my other hand to tweak them, first one, then the other.
“Ahhhh God!” I saw him thrust even faster, pumping in and out of her now. “I’m gonna come!”
“Come all over me!” She groaned as he pulled out. I saw her fingers working her pussy, round and round, just like me. His cock throbbed and twitched, sending huge jets of his cum over her bare, swollen mound. A thick, white cascade of it slipped between her lips and ran down toward the mattress.
I stared at that flood of cum and wondered how it would taste, mixed with all her tangy juices. I trembled all over, feeling my orgasm taking me, shuddering through me with a force that threatened to buckle my knees. Lifting my fingers to my mouth and sucking on them, I moved quickly away from the door, heading for the bathroom.
When I locked the door and started running the water in the tub, I took off my robe and stood in front of the mirror, wondering what Doc had meant when he said, “Do you think she’ll do it?” Of course he meant me. What did he want me to do? Was it-could it possibly be-all of the naughty things I was thinking?
I closed my eyes, remembering how he grabbed her, held her, pressed her, fucked her. It made me flush and my breath came quicker. I met my own eyes in the mirror when I opened them, realizing that whatever “it” was, Mrs. B was probably right. I was going to do it.
Chapter Four
“How’d you sleep, Ronnie?” Doc came into the kitchen wearing just a pair of swim trunks, and I noticed how tanned and broad his back was as he bent down to look into the fridge.
“Good,” I replied over my cup of coffee. Janie and Henry chewed mouthfuls of Cocoa Crispies and Fruity Pebbles, each reading their respective boxes with a measure of concentration I only saw when they stared at the TV. “How about you?”
“Great.” He shut the fridge and poured himself a cup of coffee, grabbing a banana off the counter. “Hey, you want one of these?”
I stared at the banana in his hand and then met his eyes, swallowing and nodding. “Sure.”
He sat next to me at the table, ruffling Henry’s hair and tugging at Janie’s ponytail as he sat down. They both mumbled some semblance of “Morning Dad,” before going back to their cereal trance.
“Where’s Mrs. B?” I took the banana from him and ignored the tingling feeling I got when his hand brushed mine.
“Getting her suit on.” He took a big bite of his banana and chewed. “We’re going for a swim. You kids want to come?”
Henry looked up from his cereal box and then over to Janie. “Okay.”
At least I knew they were actually paying attention to the conversation. “Well, I guess that means I’m coming, too.”
“You can get some more sun.” He took another bite as he watched me peel my banana.
“Yep.” I bit the inside of my cheek, avoiding his eyes, but I felt them on me. I deliberately slipped the top of the banana between my lips, licking the tip and glancing at him before taking a small bite. I heard his breath catch and tried not to smile.
“You guys coming swimming?” Mrs. B came into the kitchen in a white bikini, different from the one she’d been wearing the day before. This one covered a little more-but not much. I saw Doc’s eyes sweep over her.
“Can I wear my Spiderman suit?” Henry put his bowl in the sink.
“Did you hang it up to dry?” Mrs. B turned to pour herself some coffee. Her suit was a thong, and I saw her round, tanned behind, completely exposed.
“I’ll go look.” He ran toward the stairs. Janie put her bowl into his in the sink with a sigh and trudged after him.
“Are you coming, Veronica?” Mrs. B sat next to her husband in the seat Henry had vacated. I nodded, taking another slow, deliberate bite of banana, my eyes shifting back over to Doc. He was definitely watching me. I chewed slowly and swallowed, feeling a slow heat spreading through my middle.
“Do you want to borrow one of my suits?” She poured cream, the white fluid turning the dark liquid a smooth tan-almost the color of her skin. “I noticed yours was still in the sink. I hung it, but I don’t think it’s dry yet.”
“Oh!” I flushed. “I forgot it. I’m sorry.”
“That’s okay.” She glanced over at Doc and gave him a smile. “Come on upstairs. I’ll get you one of mine. Will you take the kids out when they’re ready, babe?”
Doc leaned back in his chair, putting his hands behind his head. “Will do.”
I put my half-eaten banana on the table, following Mrs. B upstairs. I felt Doc’s eyes on us as we left the room, Mrs. B in her micro-bikini and me in my boy shorts and t-shirt.
“What color do you want?” She tossed suits out of her drawer. I stared at the selection piling up on the bed. She sat on the edge, sifting through them. “Oh, here’s a good one. It’s adjustable. Don’t want you falling out.” She winked at me, holding it up. It was a light orange color and to me it looked awfully small.
“Let’s try it on.” She tossed it to me. I turned my back, even though I knew she could see me in the mirror, and pulled off my shirt. The cups were large for me, of course-she was probably twice my size in that department- but it tied up top and in back, closing the gap.
“Here.” She watched me struggle with the ties. “Let me.” Her fingers moved lightly down my shoulder blades as she tied the strings in back. I held my long dark hair up and out of her way while she tied the ones around my neck.
“Not bad.” She cocked her head and looked at me in the mirror. “What do you think?”
I turned a little, staring at my reflection. “I like it.”
“Well, let’s try the bottoms.” She held them up.
I hooked my thumbs in my boy shorts, pulling them down over my slim hips. I saw her watching me in the mirror, looking between my thighs. I took the bikini bottoms from her, balancing on one foot as I stepped into the leg holes, which were just a configuration of strings, really, attached to a small orange patch of material. Her hips were obviously wider than mine, because the ties on the sides needed to be re-tightened.
“Here.” She saw me working on one of the knots. “You keep going on that one. I’ll see if I can get this one.” Kneeling on the other side of me, she began to try to fumble with the knot. I did the other side. They were very tight and hard to unfasten.
“Damn thing!” She swore, and I noticed her long nails giving her a problem. Mine were shorter, but even I was having difficulty getting my side undone. It was coming-but slowly.
“Oh hell!” She leaned forward and grasped the knot in her teeth. I gasped, feeling her breath against my hip, looking down and watching her pull at the string, jerking her head as she tried to get it loose.
“Got it!” She grinned up at me and laughed. “Sometimes you have to get creative.”
I smiled as she tied the string tighter around my hip. I finally unloosened mine and did the other side, adjusting the tiny orange triangle between my legs. The back was a thong, just a thin string that ran up between my cheeks. Mrs. B stayed on her knees, studying the orange material, and she began to pull it, first left, then right, frowning.
“Sweetie, I think we’re going to have to do something about this.” She bit her lip and tried again, this time right, then left.
“Look.” She pointed to the mirror and I went to stand in front of it. “You’ve got just a little too much hair down there to wear it out, don’t you think?”
I could see what she’d been doing now, with all her tugging. There was a line of dark, curly hair showing on one side or the other of the small stretch of material, no matter how you positioned it. It also showed a fine line of hair along the top edge, although I could pull it up to cover that.
“I guess I can’t wear it.” I sighed.
“Sure you can.” She came up behind me, her hands on my shoulders. She turned me, pushing me gently toward the bedroom door. “Come on, we’ll fix it.”
She guided me into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind us. I heard the kids downstairs, and
