Crazy About the Baumgartners (10 page)

“Let’s
go,” she whispered, shifting, squirming in her seat. “Drive, Gretchen.”

We
left the club, my hand cupping her thigh the whole way, massaging her flesh.
I’m not sure how it happened, but we ended up in the Baumgartners’ bedroom, on
the Baumgartners’ bed. We’d done this before, way back when in Key West, had
sex right where the Baumgartners had.

We
quickly stripped down to our underwear, which didn’t take long. I just had to
kick off my heels and pull off my dress. Ronnie had a few more steps—her
heels, skirt, blouse, hose—but we were soon belly to belly on the
Baumgartners’ bed, kissing like we’d never stopped. She rubbed my tits through
my bra—she knew I loved it—making my nipples so hard they almost
hurt, sending waves of heat radiating down my belly, right straight to my clit.

And
I cupped my whole hand over her mound, through her panties, rubbing her until I
felt her moist heat leaking through, until I could lift my fingers to my mouth
and taste her juices, until she moaned and rocked her hips and begged me to
lick her pussy. I loved hearing her say it.

“Lick
it! Please, lick it!” she pleaded.

I
didn’t disappoint her. But I wanted some too. So I slid my panties down and
yanked hers off, rolling her onto her back while I straddled her face. Ronnie
moaned and dove in, burying her face in my pussy, licking and sucking and
drinking me in with such eager hunger, it was like she’d just discovered water
in the middle of the desert. I took my time, admiring her pussy—still
shaved, so very pretty—before parting it with my fingers.

It
was a gorgeous pink inside, her inner lips glistening wet. I was about to make
them wetter. Slipping my fingers into her, just two of them—nothing
compared to Mr. Monster Porn Cock—moving them slowly in and out, establishing
a rhythm that she started moving her hips to. Then and only then did I flick
her clit with my tongue. That made her moan against my pussy. She had her whole
tongue shoved into my cunt, drinking my juices like a hummingbird drinks
nectar.

I
curled my tongue around her clit, wiggling it back and forth, but not really
licking. Not yet. I wanted to hear her beg again, and I knew she would. But I
kept fingering her, nice and slow, in and out. I watched her juices whiten as I
fucked her, frothy around my fingers. She had finally found my clit,
remembering how I liked it, her mouth fastened tight, her tongue flicking back
and forth. I moaned, fucking her a little faster.

“Oh
Gretchen!” she gasped, pausing in her onslaught for just a moment. “Please!
Lick it! Don’t tease me! Lick! Lick!”

I
smiled, sliding my tongue over the hood of her clit, making sure it stayed in
place—it was too sensitive to lick directly—and dialed my tongue
around and around. This was more teasing. I knew what she wanted, where she
wanted it, but I wanted to draw it out, make it last. I, however, wasn’t going
to be able to hold out. She was tenacious, her mouth clamped onto my pussy, her
tongue licking like lightning. Soft, delicious, velvet lightning. It lit up my
whole body.

I
shuddered with my climax, thighs taut and trembling, rolling my hips over her
face, grinding my pussy against her tongue. Ronnie moaned and wrapped her arms
around my hips and ass. She knew not to let me go. She knew to keep going. My
tongue found that sweet spot on her clit, the one that made her whimper, her
hips bucking up. I stayed there, right there, while she kept sucking on my
pussy.

Ronnie’s
thighs start to quiver, hips moving up and up, fucking my fingers back, and I
knew she was getting close. I could tell from the way she sucked on my clit,
like a little baby attached to a nipple, trying to get more, more, more. That’s
when I turned my hand and slid my thumb into her asshole.

“Ahhhhhhh!”
She stopped sucking my clit for only a moment to vocalize, her pussy clamped
down hard on my fingers, a honeyed vise, snapping closed again and again as she
climaxed. Her mouth covered my pussy, sucking and licking feverishly at my
clit. That, coupled with the rhythmic tug of her asshole on my buried thumb,
sent me over the edge again and I came all over her face.

“Fuck,
fuck, fuck,” Ronnie swore as I rolled off her onto the bed, which was soaked
with her juices. Mine were running down her chin and neck. She rolled onto her
belly to rub her face against the covers. I loved the thought of my cum all
over the Baumgartner’s bed while they were fucking here.

“Okay?”
I murmured, up on my elbow, looking at her disheveled hair, eyes closed. She
was so fucking beautiful.

“Way
better than that,” she croaked, cocking one eye open at me. “Oh Gretchen…
you’re so good to me.”

“Remember
when we raided Mrs. B’s drawers and found that big, black vibrator?” I asked,
reaching down to cup my aching pussy with my palm. I’d had two orgasms, but it
wasn’t enough. I wanted to be fucked.

“Mmm
God yeah.” A grin spread over Ronnie’s face.

“Think
she’s got one here?” I hopped off the bed, going to the dresser, and started
opening drawers. I found Doc’s socks and boxers in the first one, and that got
me thinking about Doc’s cock. I shifted over to the other side, and found Mrs.
B’s bras and panties. I started digging.

“Ah
ha!” I held up a cock in triumph. It was huge and life-like—probably as
big as Ronnie’s new boyfriend’s. Maybe a little bigger.

“Any
more in there?” Ronnie sat up, pushing her hair out of her face.

“This
is Mrs. B we’re talking about.” I scoffed. “There’s gotta be.”

I
dove back in, hunting through her drawer, coming up with another dildo, this
one a pink jelly vibe, cock-shaped, complete with veins and a ridged, circumcised
head. Perfect. I carried the vibrators over to the bed, holding them up to show
Ronnie.

“Which
one?” I asked, waving them in the air, grinning.

“Oh
pink!” She pointed, reaching out with grabby hands. I tossed it to her and she
played with the controls at the bottom, turning it on, turning it up. “Ohhhh
yeah, that’s what I’m talking about!”

I
did the same with the real-life cock, shivering. Nice. Very nice. It would do.
And it didn’t hurt to know that this particular cock had been inside of Mrs. B,
that she’d fucked herself to orgasm with it. I climbed onto the bed, crawling
up next to Ronnie. She already had her legs spread and she was rubbing the pink
cock up and down her wet slit.

“That’s
so pretty,” I said, admiring her as I turned on my vibrator. “You just wanna
play together?”

“Yeah.”
She nodded, biting her lip as she eased the cock inside. “Too bad we don’t have
any porn.”

“We
can pretend.” I laughed. “What are you picturing?”

“Ummm.”

“You
can tell me.” I nudged her with my knee. We were side by side on the bed on our
backs, thighs spread and touching. “It’s okay if it’s Vince.”

“It’s
not Vince.” She turned her head to look at me, eyes half-closed. “I was
remembering being with the Baumgartners.”

Her
words thrilled me. Oh God, picturing Ronnie sandwiched between my employers.
Picturing myself with them, all three of them. What I wouldn’t give for that.

“Tell
me,” I urged, sliding the cock into my pussy, moaning softly at that sweet
sensation of being filled. My body buzzed with the vibration.

“Gretchen…”
She bit her lip, shaking her head.

“Tell
me!” I insisted, starting to fuck myself, nice and slow, in and out.

“Doc,”
she murmured. “Fucking me like this, on top of me. And Mrs. B sitting on my
face, looking toward him.”

I
moaned, pushing the huge member deeper into my pussy. I could see it. Doc
kneeling up between her thighs, shoving his cock in hard, grinding his hips
into hers. Leaning over to kiss his beautiful, busty wife as Ronnie licked the
older woman’s pussy with eager enthusiasm.

“I
want to take his cock out and suck it,” I told her. She opened her eyes in
surprise. “I want to suck it and lick your juices off and shove it back in
you.”

“Oh
God.” Her look was pained.

“I
want to slap your little clit with his cock. You like that?”

“Mmmm!
Yes!”

“Ronnie,
I want to put it in your ass.”

She
moaned, shaking her head from side to side, but I knew she was imagining it.
Her thighs widened, hips pressing up.

“I’m
going to make him fuck your tight little asshole.”

“No,
no, no,” she cried, but her nipples were so hard. I knew Doc had fucked her
ass. She told me he did. And she’d liked it. She never let me do it to her, but
I knew she’d loved it when Doc had eased his cock into her ass, Mrs. B guiding
it bit by bit.

“Yes,
Ronnie,” I urged, fucking myself faster. “I’m going to lick your pussy while he
fucks your ass. Can you taste her pussy, baby? Can you taste her pussy juices
in your mouth?”

“Ohhh
yes!” she moaned, fucking herself harder, faster, deeper.

“I’m
gonna climb on top of you,” I whispered, getting closer, nuzzling her ear. “I’m
gonna rub my pussy all over yours while Doc fucks your tight little asshole.”

“Oh
Gretchen.” She whimpered. “Fuck, I love that.”

“I
know you do.” I licked her earlobe. “I’m gonna rub our pussies together while I
help you lick Mrs. B’s pussy and Doc pounds your ass.”

“Oh
God, oh God, oh God,” Ronnie moaned.

“Do
you want him to come in your ass?” I growled into her ear. “Do you want her to
come all over your face? Do you want me to rub your pussy with mine until you
come, baby? Do you want to come for me? Come for me!”

She
cried out, hips flying skyward, making herself orgasm, and I wasn’t far behind,
pulling that big, slick, life-like dildo from my pussy and pressing the
vibrating head to my clit. It instantly sent me flying and I could almost taste
Mrs. B’s pussy in my mouth. I lifted the dildo to my mouth, sucking the juicy
head, tasting myself, imagining I could taste her too. She’d fucked herself
with this. She’d made herself come. God, I wanted her.

“Oh
hell.” Ronnie pulled the pink, vibrating cock from her pussy, turning it off.
“Whew. That was so wrong. And so fucking hot.”

“Who
says it was wrong?” I kissed her cheek, turning off my vibrator and tossing it
aside onto the bed. “You know, the Baumgartners really loved you.”

“I
loved them too,” she said after a minute. “But Gretchen… I moved on. I mean, I
want to live a normal life. And having threesomes and sleeping with girls… it’s
all college experimental stuff.”

I
watched as she got up and started getting dressed.

“You’re
still in college,” I pointed out.

“I
know.” She sighed, buttoning her blouse. “But I guess I think it’s time I grew
up and stopped… experimenting.”

“Then
what are you doing here?” I sat up on my elbow as she slipped on her skirt.

She
sat on the edge of the bed, working her pantyhose back on. Finally, she sighed,
standing and adjusting her skirt, and said, “I don’t know.”

I
left the room, going to mine, pulling out panties, a pair of jeans and a
t-shirt, putting them on. I turned to find Ronnie standing in the doorway, her
purse slung over her shoulder.

“You
know what I think?” I said, turning to face her. “I think it was your decision.
Not Vince’s.”

“I
need to get home.”

I
put on my shoes and took her home.

Before
she got out of the car, she asked me one question.

“Have
you been with the Baumgartners?”

“No.”
I told her the truth, although it wasn’t all of the truth. Because I wanted to
be with them. I wanted it very much.

“I
didn’t think so.”

She
asked me to drop her down the block from the apartment she was renting with
Vince. That was enough of a hint for me.

I
slathered Holly with SPF-50, rubbing the white lotion into her chubby, pale
baby folds of flesh, making her smile and wiggle on the bed. Then I put a pink
bathing suit with white polka dots over her swim diaper—a tight
fit—and tied a pink sun hat on her head. She kicked her legs when I put
her on my hip, heading down the stairs.

The
Baumgartners were already on the beach sunning themselves, Doc sitting at the
table with a paperback, some James Patterson novel, shading his eyes and
watching Janie and Henry building sandcastles. Mrs. B was on a blanket in the
smallest black bikini ever made. There was likely a picture of it under “butt
floss” in the urban dictionary. And she was slathered up too, but not with
sunscreen. Her copper-colored skin glistened with oil.

“There
are my girls.” Mrs. B glanced up as I came out, closing the sliding door behind
me. The heat hit me like a wall after the coolness of the AC.

“Nice
suit,” Doc commented on mine and I glanced at him, seeing his little smile,
those dark eyes, sent a jolt of excitement shooting through me.

“Thanks.”
I glanced down at my white bikini, which covered more than Mrs. B’s for sure,
but it was still quite scant. “Your wife picked it out.”

“I’d
wear even less if I had your body,” Mrs. B replied, defending her choice as I
joined her on the blanket. I put Holly on it between us on her tummy along with
a teething ring I’d grabbed from the freezer. She’d been fussy lately, cutting
her bottom two teeth at once.

“I
wouldn’t object to anyone wearing any less.” Doc put his book down, grinning,
squinting out at the shoreline. Janie and Henry were chasing each other,
splashing, laughing. “Wanna take the baby for a swim with me, Gretchen?”

“Sure.”
I picked up Holly, standing and propping her on my hip. “Wanna come Mrs. B?”

“When
are you going to start calling me Carrie?” she sighed, shading her eyes and
looking up at me. She kept reminding me and I kept forgetting. It was mostly
habit, but I think some part of my brain refused to make that jump. If I
started thinking of her as Carrie, that would be too familiar. And clearly, she
wanted to keep her distance. Thinking of her as “Mrs. B” helped me keep that
distance too.

“Sorry,”
I apologized.

“Coming
in, babe?” he asked her, standing beside me so he could nudge her with his toe.

“Maybe
later.” She put her head back down, closing her eyes. “Gonna get a little more
sun.”

Not
that she needed it. Her body was all over bronze, her color deepening over just
the few days we’d been there. I’d burned the first day, even with sunblock, and
that had deepened into the beginnings of a tan. Now I was wearing the baby’s
“ultra water resistant” SPF-50, rather than go all lobster.

“Come
on.” Doc walked with me to the edge of the water, Janie and Henry leaping up
and down and running at him as soon as we hit the water’s edge.

“Daddy!
Daddy! Throw me!” Janie begged, diving into the water and bobbing back up five
feet from the shore.

“No,
me!” Henry followed her and they dove and bobbed in the water like seals.

“You’re
getting pretty big for this,” Doc warned, but he did it anyway, diving in and
surfacing beside them in the water. Janie squealed when he lifted her in his arms,
tossing her as far as he could. She held her nose, going under, and then
resurfaced, laughing. They would do this over and over, at least until Doc’s
arms got tired.

I
waded in the water, marveling at how warm it was, even in December. It was only
a week until Christmas. Hard to believe. It had come up so fast. I’d been
living with the Baumgartners for six months. That made me think of
Ronnie—just being here made me think of her. The place we’d met. The
first place we’d had sex. But I shoved those thoughts away, sinking into the
clear blue water to my waist.

Holly
squealed in surprise when the water touched her skin, crying at first. I held
her out in front of me, floating her along, letting her get used to the
temperature change. Her eyes went from wet to wide, then to laughing. Her arms
waved, her hands slapping the water’s surface, splashing, the droplets hitting
her face surprising her once more.

“Okay,
enough, enough,” Doc protested, throwing Henry one last time. He was getting
big, almost bigger than Janie, even though he was younger. He was going to be a
big boy.

The
kids begged for more but they finally gave up, swimming and splashing together
for a while until they got bored and went back to building their sand village
on the shore. Doc came over and joined me and the baby.

“Just
think, another few years, and I’ll be throwing you, lil pumpkin.” He lifted
Holly from my arms, laughing as she squealed and waved her arms while he sailed
her through the water, making motor boat sounds. Watching them together made me
smile.

Then
the baby got fussy and no amount of playing would quiet her.

“She’s
hungry,” I said, holding my arms out for her. “She wants lunch.”

“Me
too,” Doc agreed enthusiastically. “Time for a sandwich.”

We
all trooped back into the house. Doc made sandwiches and Mrs. B made lemonade
and I made the baby a bottle, and we all sat around the kitchen table eating.
Mrs. B insisted on feeding the baby, so she ate one handed and had to stop to
burp Holly. Janie and Henry burst out laughing when an air bubble escaped the
baby’s mouth so loudly it sounded like a full grown man belching.

“Mom,
my head hurts,” Janie complained, rubbing her eyes.

“Too
much sun,” her mother said, nodding. “Why don’t you and Henry go upstairs and
take a rest?”

“I’m
not tired,” Henry said, his mouth full of sandwich.

“Well
at least stay out of the sun for a while,” Mrs. B said, looking at Janie’s
flushed cheeks. “Play X-Box or something.”

“Okay!”
Henry brightened. I smirked. Any day his parents suggested staying inside and
playing video games was clearly a good day, as far as he was concerned.

“Well
someone
needs a nap.” Mrs. B yawned and kissed the top of the baby’s
head. Holly’s head nodded, her eyelids heavy.

“You
or her?” Doc teased.

“Both.”
Mrs. B laughed. “I’m gonna put her down and do just that.”

“I
was going to give Gretchen her early Christmas present,” Doc said, leaning back
in his chair and looking at his wife as she rose with the baby. “You okay with
that?”

“Sure.”
Mrs. B smiled over at me.

“I’ve
got something for you, Gretchen.” Doc stood, clearing plates as Henry and Janie
raced each other to the X-Box in the living room.

“Oh
yeah?”

I
knew, whatever it was, it wasn’t what I really wanted. Like Ronnie had assumed,
I wasn’t ever going to get that. The Baumgartners didn’t think I was girlfriend
material. It seemed like I was going to be just the nanny, just the roommate,
just the doormat, for the rest of my life.

“Go
on outside, I’ll meet you there.”

“Outside?”
I raised my eyebrows. “Should I change?”

I
was still in my wet bikini.

“No.”
His gaze dropped down to my cleavage, then lower, to my belly, hovering on the
small, white triangle of fabric between my legs. “Go on.”

I
went past Henry and Janie, who were stretched out on their stomachs on the
carpet playing
Super Mario
, going through the sliding door to wait on
the patio. I sat in one of the chairs, watching the light play on the water as
the waves rolled in. It was a beautiful day, the sky a bright, azure blue,
hardly a cloud in it. I understood why the Baumgartners loved coming here so
much. The place was paradise.

Doc
came out the back door. He was still wearing his swimming trunks, dark blue,
almost black when wet. They had a tantalizing white stripe at the waist that drew
my eye, under which a dark line of hair ran down from his navel and
disappeared. I glanced up, past those still sharply defined abs of his,
noticing he had his camera around his neck and a camera bag slung over his
shoulder.

I
raised my eyebrows, curious, but he just held out his hand and told me to come
with him. Of course, I followed. We walked through the sand, not talking, all
the way down to the water’s edge, where the sand was wet, packed tight, easier
to navigate. He took me down the beach, further than I’d been before, taking me
past a field of tall grass. There was a little cul-de-sac here and that’s where
we stopped. I could see the house still, but it was distant, small.

“So,
this isn’t exactly your Christmas present.” He lifted his camera, pointing it
at me. I cocked my head, half-smiling, and the shutter clicked. “I’m sure we’ll
get you something new. But I wanted to pass this on to you because I just got
myself a new one.”

“This…”
I stared, my brow knitting, as the shutter clicked again. “You don’t mean… your
camera?”

“Yep.”
He smiled warmly, snapping again, catching my expression of surprise. “It’s all
yours. I thought I’d take some time to show you how to use it. And take some
pictures of you, if you still wanted to model for me.”

“Oh
wow.” I blinked at the camera in his hands, too shocked to say much more. He
was really giving it to me? We’d talked more about photography since that
Halloween night when we discovered we had that hobby in common. I had showed
him my old analog camera that still used such an archaic technology as film.
“Really? You mean it?”

“Of
course I mean it.” He laughed, taking the camera strap from around his neck and
putting it around mine. It hung, a heavy piece of machinery, between my
breasts. “Wanna learn?”

“Hell
yes!” I exclaimed, laughing and suddenly throwing my arms around his neck. “Oh,
Doc, thank you so much!”

“You’re
welcome, sweetheart.” He held me close and I heard him take a long, deep
breath, like he was breathing me in.

I
couldn’t learn fast enough. He showed me all the settings, how to adjust the
white balance, how to use the bounce flash, how to change the lenses. He had
several macro lenses and two telephoto ones in the camera bag. I experimented
with the macro lenses, fascinated. I had one for my analog camera and I used it
all the time, but with the digital technology, I could see immediately how
things turned out. It was amazing.

“I
just took a picture of a blade of grass!” I exclaimed, showing Doc as we
stretched out on our bellies in the sand. “Look at that! Look how close!”

“Isn’t
it awesome?” He grinned at me. “You wouldn’t believe how close I can get with
those lenses. I’ve taken some amazing pictures.”

“Would
you show me?”

“Sure.”
He nodded. “I have some on my laptop back at the house. But… well, some of them
aren’t exactly G-Rated.”

“R-Rated?”
I asked, raising my eyebrows. He shook his head slowly, eyes darkening.
“NC-17?” He shook his head again. “Ohhh. X-Rated. Up close and personal?”

“Very.”
He nodded slowly, the look in his eyes making my pussy and ass clench in my
bikini bottoms. “I like taking pictures of the female anatomy.”

“Particularly
female?” I swallowed, knowing just what he was talking about. And he knew I
knew.

“That
does happen to be my particular interest.” His gaze dipped to my cleavage. “So,
about that modeling you said you would do for me…”

“You
want to take pictures of me naked?” I licked my lips, the thought of it so
titillating it made me lose my vision at the edges, so all I saw was him.

“That’s
up to you.” He held his hand out for the camera. “We can start with you in your
suit.”

“Okay.”
I handed over the camera, rolling to my side. I was covered in sand. “How do
you want me?”

His
gaze moved over my body and I swear I could almost feel it, as if his eyes were
his hands roaming over my breasts, down my sandy stomach, to the white triangle
between my legs.

“Don’t
ask me that unless you actually want me to tell you.” His voice was hoarse as
he watched me sit, spreading my thighs and planting my feet apart in the sand

“How
do you want me?” I asked, leaning my elbows on my knees, knowing the view I was
giving him was incredibly tantalizing. At least, I hoped so. He was already
snapping pictures.

“God,
stop tempting me.” He groaned from behind the camera. “Just sit there.”

I
grinned at his words. Then I did a few swimsuit model poses that made him smile
and me giggle. He continued to snap away.

“You’re
really beautiful, Gretchen.” He dropped the camera for a moment to look at me
leaning back on my elbows, knees up, feet in the sand.

“Does
Mrs. B know you’re doing this?” I asked, glancing toward the house. We were in
that little cul-de-sac of grass, hidden down here, away from any roaming eyes.

“Teaching
you how to use the camera?” He smirked.

“Taking
pictures of me.” I drew a circle in the sand with my toe, biting my lip.

“Yes.”
He picked the camera back up as I sat.

“Nude
ones?” I undid the strap on my bikini, letting my top fall away, my breasts
free. I heard him gasp.

“Yes,”
he murmured, back behind the camera again, snapping pictures.

“She
doesn’t mind?” I reached behind, hearing the shutter as I took off my top
altogether. I arched my back a little, pointing my nipples skyward. Doc was
taking so many pictures it made me dizzy.

“As
long as I don’t touch you…” he said from behind the camera.

“Oh?”
I stood in the sand, topless, looking across the beach, wondering if anyone
could see us. The timeshare was private and I couldn’t see any other people.
The house was far in the distance. “Is that the rule? You can look but you
can’t touch.”

I
turned around and slid my white bikini bottoms down, showing him my ass. I
heard the click of the shutter, the sharp intake of his breath. Then I turned
around and he groaned like he was in pain. The camera was forgotten for a
moment. He was eye level with my pussy and he looked at me with his naked eye,
no camera lens in the way. Then he started snapping away again, watching me
sink down into the sand and open my legs for him.