Crazy About the Baumgartners (14 page)

“I
always wanted you. Always.”

I
knew it was true. From the first time Ronnie told me about being with the
Baumgartners, I’d been utterly fascinated with their sexual appetites. And
then, after they rescued me from the Holmes’, after I’d worked for them, lived
with them, I’d gone from someone who liked them from the outside, to someone
who loved them on the inside. Being with the Baumgartners, being a part of
them, had been something I’d secretly hoped for all along. But I was never one
for getting my hopes up. They were too often dashed.

“And
then we got Holly.” Carrie sighed. “And things got more complicated. I just got
scared. But Doc’s right. You can’t live your whole life afraid something bad is
going to happen. You have to go after what you want, because no one else will
do it for you.”

“And
you wanted me?” I asked, barely a whisper, hardly daring to hope.

“Desperately.”
She touched her lips to my trembling ones. “I think Maureen taking the kids
today was some sort of divine intervention—the universe wanted us
together.”

I
smiled at the irony. If Maureen Holmes knew that her action had facilitated
this meeting, she would have been horrified. And that made me smile more.

“I
didn’t know, not for sure,” I confessed. “Because… well… people leave me. Or
they reject me. That’s just what they do. I… I’ve lost everything and everyone
I ever cared about.

“I
promise you, no matter what happens, we’re not leaving you,” Carrie assured me.
“If you want to go, the door is open, but if you want to stay… you’re ours.
Forever.”

“Really?”
I felt a lump in my throat as Doc sat up on his elbow on my other side. He
leaned in too, so we were all together, our breath mingling.

“Ours,”
he agreed, turning to kiss my cheek. “We love you, baby.”

“I
love you too.” I said the words to both of them, and meant it. I hadn’t loved
too many people in my life, but I loved the Baumgartners. I was absolutely
crazy about them and I knew I would do anything for them.

I
felt like a kitten, belly up and purring in the sun, warm and surrounded by
softness. Carrie was on one side, Doc on other, their legs thrown over mine, a
hand covering my breast, his and hers. They had both drifted off but I
couldn’t, probably out of habit, because my ear was tuned to the baby monitor
on the patio table, listening for Holly. I could hear her breathing—that’s
how good the monitor was—and she was still sound asleep. But I was too
vigilant to fall asleep myself.

Thank
God. Otherwise I wouldn’t have heard Maureen Holmes’ sharp intake of breath
when she came around the corner and saw us. I tilted my head back at the sound
and saw her standing at the edge of the house, just coming around the side. She
stared with wide, shocked eyes, jaw dropped, a strange image to see from my
angle, upside down.

Then
she turned and stumbled off.

I
bolted, panicked. I had to stop her. Explain. Something.

“Where
are you going?” Doc muttered when I shimmied out from under their arms like a
snake, grabbing a towel from the back of one of the chairs, wrapping it around
myself.

“I’ll
be right back.” I stage-whispered, not wanting to wake Carrie, who had slept
through my escape. “I think I heard the baby.”

“I
didn’t hear anything.”

“I’m
just gonna go check on her.” I grabbed the monitor—just in case—and
opened the sliding back door.

I
ran through the house and out onto the front porch. Maureen Holmes was just
getting into her Lexus. I noticed there was no one in the car.

“Wait!”
I cried, panting from my sprint, grabbing her arm. “It isn’t what you think!”

“I
forgot to get these signed.” Her face was white, voice strained, as she held up
a clutch of papers in her fist. “For camp… I just…” 

“Listen,
what you saw…” I swallowed, trying to think of a way to erase it from her
brain, to find the right words.

“Oh,
I know what I saw.” She shook me off, that clouded look lifting, eyes brimming
with anger. “What kind of sick perverts are you? I’m reporting you to the
authorities!”

“The
authorities?” I clutched my towel tighter around me, glad there wasn’t another
house or neighbor here for a mile or more. “What we’re doing isn’t illegal,
Mrs. Holmes.”

“It’s
immoral and that’s bad enough.” She balled up the papers in her fist and tossed
them into the car. “Those poor children. You expose them to this filth?”

“They’re
innocent. They don’t know anything,” I insisted, racking my brain for something,
anything, that would stop this woman from ruining my life—ruining all our
lives. “Do
your
children know you had a threesome with the
Baumgartners?”

That
stopped her. Her face, which had drained completely of blood, now filled with
it.

“That
was long before I had children, young lady!” She actually shook her finger at
me, lecturing. Then her tone changed to self-righteous. “That was before I’d
fully accepted Christ into my heart.”

“You
had a fiancé,” I reminded her, playing my next card. “And you married him and
had his children. Does
he
know what you did with the Baumgartners?”

“I’m
leaving,” she whispered, but I grabbed her arm again to keep her from getting
into the car, hoping to appeal to her younger self, the one that had to still
be in there, the one who had existed before all the crazed, fundamental
cult-like religion warped her perception.

“I
know you loved them,” I said. “And I know they loved you. Do you really want to
ruin their lives because you can’t tolerate some else’s way of life? Are you
that much of a hypocrite?”

I
saw something flicker in her eyes, some memory, some feeling. That’s when it
occurred to me that maybe she wasn’t so much angry as she was… hurt. Jealous?
Was it possible?

“This
is sick and twisted.” Maureen shook my hand off her arm for a second time,
getting into her car, but I stood in the way of the door. “And it needs to be
stopped.”

“Well
then I’m sure your husband would be interested in the sick and twisted things
you were doing with the Baumgartners.” It was nearly my last card to play. I
was desperate.

“He
won’t believe you.” She looked at me like I was a bug she wanted to squash,
trying to shut her door, but I was literally in the way.

“He’ll
believe me when I show him pictures,” I said softly, bending down so I knew she
heard me, holding my towel close.

“Doc
said…” She turned her head to me, eyes dazed, confused. “He said he’d never…”

“He
didn’t.” I shook my head. We were close enough I could smell the coffee on her
breath, a Starbucks cup sitting in the cup holder. “I found them. But I
will
show them to your husband if you say a word to anyone about this. Anyone.
Do you understand me?”

“I…”
She swallowed, hands gripping the steering wheel, looking straight ahead now
through the windshield, looking for all the world like she wished she’d never
come today, had never seen us, and that was good. That was exactly what I was
hoping for.

“Do.
You. Understand. Me?” I emphasized each word.

“Yes.”
She snapped her head toward me. That wasn’t just anger in her eyes anymore.
That was hate. She hated me for making her look back, making her face those two
parts of herself, the two parts she swore would never meet. “Now get out of my
way.”

I
stepped back, shutting her door for her, and she started the car. I watched
from the porch as she drove away, hearing Holly beginning to stir. I’d almost
forgotten I had the baby monitor in my hand. I went inside, closing the front
door behind me and locking it, as if I could lock her out, as if that one act
could keep her from doing what I feared most. Had she believed me? I hoped so.
Because I wasn’t kidding. If she decided to hurt me or the Baumgartners, I
would do everything in my power to hurt her back. In my world, there was no God
looking over us from on high—and life was too short to wait for karma.

The
Baumgartners hired a babysitter and took me to a bar called “Captain Tony’s.”

We
drank a lot and danced together, the three of us moving as one, arms draped
around each other, mouths often slanting, hers, mine, his. No one cared. This
was Key West—everyone was wild and gender was unbelievably fluid.

A
guy approached, asked me to dance. He was cute—dark hair, scruff on his
chin, blue eyes—and Carrie waved me onto the dance floor with him. I
didn’t want to leave the two of them, it felt a little like cheating, but he
was a good dancer and had me smiling and laughing by the end of the song.

He
bought me a drink at the bar and we talked a while, but I kept looking over at
the Baumgartners and finally, I excused myself to go back and join them.

“You
can bring him home if you want.” Carrie leaned in to whisper this into my ear.
She was looking at him, still sitting alone at the bar. I did kind of feel a little
bad, leaving him like that. He seemed like a nice enough guy. “Or you can go
home with him. What’s his name?”

“David.” 
I smiled. “That’s not against the rules?”

“Gretchen,
you’re free.” Carrie laughed, throwing her arms wide. “You can do what you want.
Or who you want. Boys, girls. In between. Life is too short to limit yourself.”

“But
before, Doc said he couldn’t touch me…” I glanced over at him, sipping his beer
and keeping an eye on the television. Some game was on, but I didn’t even know
what sport was being played, let alone who was playing it. I remembered that
little photography session on the beach, when he said he could look but not
touch.

“That
was before we decided to be with you.” She nudged me playfully under the table
with her knee. “Now that we have, well… anything goes. You can be with me, with
him. You can bring home anyone you want.”

I’d
never felt so free and so contained at the same time.

We
spent the night drinking, dancing, until we were all hot and sweaty and
desperately hungry for each other. We took a cab back to the timeshare,
relieving the babysitter. It was strange, letting someone else do my job so I
could go out with the Baumgartners.

We
all stopped in to check on the baby in my room. She was sleeping peacefully
and, as we crept into the big bed together, we reminded each other to be quiet.
We didn’t want to wake her. Of course, we all forgot, at various times during
the night, but thankfully, she slept through until morning.

And
in the end, I had no regrets. I didn’t go home with David, because I didn’t
want him. I didn’t want anyone else.

I
went home with the Baumgartners, because the Baumgartners were my home.

* *
* *

I
woke up slightly hung over, mouth fuzzy, eyes dry, hanging half on and half off
the Baumgartners’ bed. Carrie was curled up, facing the other way, Doc spooning
her from behind. They were both sleeping, their breathing deep and even. I
wondered why I was awake—I’d startled like I’d been woken out of a deep
sleep, but I couldn’t remember any dreams.

Then
I heard the baby fussing in the Pack’n Play in my room.

I
slipped out of bed, still naked, stopping at the bathroom to pee. I looked at
my thighs, seeing bruises on them from Doc’s fingers. I poked at them, wincing
at the pain, and smiled. There were more of them on my ass. And a bite mark on
my shoulder. That was from Carrie. The dildo she’d strapped on me had made her
come so hard she bit me. Not that I minded.

“Good
morning, Sweetpea,” I called, slipping a short, silky robe on and tying the
sash.

I
lifted Holly out of the playpen and she wiggled and smiled. She wasn’t just a
cute baby, she was incredibly sweet. She woke up smiling and cooing every
morning. I usually found her playing with her hands or feet. I changed her
diaper on the bed, changing her out of her sleeper and into an Oshkosh jumper
for the day.

We
went downstairs and I made her a bottle. I sat on the sofa and fed her,
flipping through the channels on the television, but I kept it on mute, not
wanting to wake the Baumgartners. I couldn’t help smiling, remembering. Was
this really my life now? What would things look like, when we returned home?
The past twelve hours had been like a fantasy. Today, Janie and Henry would
come home, and I would be Gretchen the nanny again. Then what?

Holly
drank her bottle and we played for a while. I put her on my lap, my knees up,
and she rested there, kicking her feet and waving her arms while I sang songs
and tickled her. She loved “Itsy Bitsy Spider” when I made my fingers crawl “up
the water spout.” When the rain came down, I would tickle her ribs, making her
squeal and laugh. Another favorite was “Busy Bee,” who “came out of the barn”
to tickle Holly under the arm.

After
a while, she started looking away, getting fussy, and I knew it was nap time.
She always fell back asleep in the morning, a few hours after waking, but she
fought it like crazy, so we’d resorted to putting her in her bouncy chair until
she passed out. I bounced her in it with my foot, and before long, her eyes
drooped and her head slipped to the side and she fell asleep. There was no
resisting the gentle rock of the bouncy chair. It was like magic.

I
desperately needed a shower so I got the baby monitor and set it up next to her
on the floor, taking the receiver with me upstairs. I set it on the counter and
turned on the shower. It was a big one, encased in glass. I brushed my teeth,
waiting for the water to get warm, surprised when Doc came in, pushing the door
open.

“Morning.”
He moved past me, lifting the toilet seat, and leaned one hand against the wall
as he aimed his cock at the bowl.

“Morning,”
I said, after spitting out toothpaste and rinsing with one of the paper Dixie
cups.

I
couldn’t help watching him pee. There was something incredibly sexy about a man
holding his cock, whatever the reason. His biceps were big, defined, and he had
great thighs. Strange, to notice a man’s legs, but I did. He shook off, closed
the lid, and flushed. Then he looked over, noticing me noticing him.

“Sleep
okay?” He rinsed his hands off in the sink—there were two and I was using
the one closest to the door.

“Mmm-hmm.”
Not that we’d done much sleeping that I could recall. All I remembered was
having that cock in my mouth, in my pussy, watching him fuck his wife six ways
’til Sunday. His stamina was impressive. Especially the way he could come, and
then get hard again. It didn’t take him long—maybe fifteen minutes. Long
enough to make me or Carrie come with his mouth or fingers. I was
multiply-orgasmic and it turned out that Mrs. B was too.

“Baby’s
been fed,” I informed him, putting my toothbrush in a holder on the counter.
“She’s sleeping downstairs.”

“Good.”
He glanced at the monitor as he came toward me, turning me and lifting me onto
the bathroom counter. “I’ve been waiting to have you all to myself.”

I
smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck, feeling his cock, hard against my
thigh. We kissed, his hands going up under my robe, roaming over my body as if
he could memorize me, like reading braille. I moaned when he cupped both of my
breasts, his thumbs flickering against my nipples, teasing me.

Then
he undid the sash, yanking my robe open, looking down at my body, my legs
wrapped around his waist, his cock like hot steel against my thigh. I ran my
hands over him, down from his shoulders, tweaking his nipples, raking them
gently with my fingernails, making him thrust against me, even though his cock
wasn’t in my pussy yet.

“Dirty
girl,” he murmured, rubbing a thumb through my slit, hooking it into my pussy,
making me gasp as he lifted up against my pubic bone. “I came in you twice last
night.”

“I
know.” I moaned when his thumb moved in deep, his big palm covering my whole
mound.

“Come
on.” He grabbed me around the waist, lifting me, and I wrapped my arms and legs
around him as he carried me into the shower.

The
water was hot, steam rising around us, and Doc was kissing me, tongues probing,
our mouths aslant. The needle spray of the water against my back stung and Doc
grabbed the soap out of the dish as we parted, handing it to me as he pressed
me against the wall, my legs still wrapped around his waist. Then he grabbed
the shower head—it was the removable, massaging kind—and handed
that to me too.

“Wash
up, dirty girl.” He pinned me against the wall, hooking his arms underneath my
knees, his palms flat against the tile. “Go on, I want to watch.”

He
held me up like that as I tucked the showerhead between us, the spray aimed
down at Doc’s feet while I ran the soap over my arms and shoulders first, then
moved down to my breasts. His eyes brightened when I soaped up my tits, moaning
when I circled my nipples with the bar, lifting them in my hands and letting
them fall. I ran my soapy hands over my belly, down between my legs, rubbing my
hands into the crease of my thighs before soaping up my pussy.

“Good
girl.” He looked between my legs, so very hungry. “Ready to rinse?”

I
nodded, reaching for the showerhead and pulling it up. Starting at my
shoulders, I rinsed the suds from my body, the hot water beating down on my skin,
turning it from white to pink. I aimed the spray between my legs, parting my
lips with my fingers, rinsing down there, the spray against my clit making me
shiver.

“Do
it,” he urged, seeing my face when the water hit my pussy. “Make yourself come
with it.”

I
smiled, turning the shower massage from needle spray to pulse, moaning when the
water washed over my clit. I loved sex toys and vibrators and tongues and
cocks, but oh the pulse of water on my clit was like heaven on earth. There was
nothing like it. Doc’s face was right near the spray, but he didn’t seem to
care. He watched me soak my pussy, my hips moving all on their own as I chased
my climax.

“Feel
good?” He hiked me higher up the tile, my back sliding, making a squeaking
sound as he pushed me up, up, until my thighs were on his shoulders. I held the
showerhead about a foot from my pussy, the water splashing us both, aiming
right for my clit. Doc wrapped his arms around my thighs, prying my pussy open
for the spray.

“Ohhh
fuck,” I moaned, looking down at him holding me up. I was dizzy, being up so
high, and reached up to balance myself, my hand touching the ceiling. “Oh Doc!
Oh! I’m gonna come!”

“Good
girl!” he urged, spreading my lips even wider for the pulse of the water. “Come
for me! Come on!”

“Ohhhhh!”
I shuddered all over, the heat of the water making my orgasm feel like drowning
and then surfacing, making me gasp for air.

“Fuck,
baby.” Doc moaned, burying his face in my pussy, sucking my clit.

I
cried out in protest, clutching the shower massage, now pulsing against Doc’s
back as he furiously licked my pussy, sucking out all my juices. But I couldn’t
resist him. I couldn’t resist his fervor, the pressure of his mouth, the lash
of his tongue. I came for him again, came all over his face, my body bucking
and twisting on his shoulders, his fingers digging into the bruises on my hips,
grabbing and holding me hard against his face.

“Oh
Doc, oh God,” I cried as he slowly let me down. I slid down the tile, all the
way down, and he captured my mouth as my face passed his, kissing me as he
lowered me to the floor. I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him back, tasting my
pussy on his tongue, sucking it into my mouth.

“Turn
around,” he said, hanging the dangling showerhead back up, switching the setting,
the water needling our skin again.

I
did as he asked, bending over, bracing my hands against the wall. He groaned,
looking at me like that, and slapped his cock against my ass. I gasped when I
felt his fingers probing my lips, opening me, sliding his cock up and down,
seeking entrance. I arched up, giving him more of my ass, feeling his cock
sliding slowly between my lips, into my waiting pussy.

“Yesssss!”
I bit my lip, grinding back against his cock. “Oh yes, fill my pussy.”

“You
like that?” he murmured, meeting my thrusts with his own. “You like being
filled?”

“Oh
yes!” I looked back over my shoulder at him, his hands moving over the globes
of my ass. “Put your finger in my ass. Please?”

He
smiled, spreading my ass, glancing down to watch his cock disappearing. I
wished I could see too. I loved watching that. Then his soapy thumb was probing
my asshole, rubbing it, making me moan and wiggle back, wanting more. I wanted
to be filled completely. I wanted a cock in my pussy, in my ass, in my mouth. I
cried out when he slipped two fingers into that tight, furrowed hole.

“Too
much?” he asked, slowing his thrusts.

“No,”
I panted. “Not enough.”

“Mmm.”
He slid another finger in, stretching me open, filling me.

“Yes,
like that!” I cried as he fucked both holes, his cock buried in my pussy, his
fingers in my ass.

“Oh
Doc, please!” I bit my lip, sucking it between my teeth. I braced myself
against his onslaught with one hand, but I brought the other one to my mouth,
sucking my fingers into my mouth. I had to have all my holes filed.

“What
do you want, baby?”

“Fill
me!” I begged, rolling my hips back, feeling the hot throb of his cock in my
aching pussy, the way my ass clenched and sucked his fingers in deeper. I
decided on just my thumb, sucking it into my mouth, closing my eyes and
pretending it was another cock.

“Ohhhh
baby,” he moaned, slowing just a little. “Oh fuck. Oh your fucking pussy is so
tight. I can’t stand it.”

“Mmmmm!”
I didn’t slow, I wouldn’t let him. I pounded back against him, deep into the
saddle of his hips, my pussy milking him as I climaxed, his cock pulsing with
each wave of his cum as he really filled me now. He filled me up completely
with that last, final thrust, the ultimate release.