Crazy About the Baumgartners (2 page)

“Ohhh
my fucking God, Vince, your cock is so good!”

I
stopped, too stunned to move, hearing Ronnie’s voice, knowing that deep,
guttural moan all too well. I could only see the edge of the bed, but I could
hear it now, the low creak of bedsprings.

“That’s
it, baby, take my cock. Oh fuck! Yeah! Squeeze it like that!” A man’s voice, no
doubt about it.

“You
like that?” Ronnie asked, teasing. “That tight… wet… hot… pussy… you like that
wrapped around your big cock like that?”

“Ahhh
yeah,” he panted. “You’re so fucking tight. God.”

I
stood at the doorway, feeling a hot constriction in my chest. This couldn’t be
happening. Ronnie was sleeping with a man—in our bed? I mean, we’d never
really said we were going to be exclusive. We never talked about it. Things
just sort of happened, and kept happening, until Ronnie and I got a one-bedroom
apartment together and we agreed to split the rent.

And
I knew she liked guys. She knew I liked guys too. In fact, we talked about
guys, we fantasized about them in bed, we’d even talking about bringing a guy
into our bedroom, although we’d never actually done it. And God knows, we both
like to play with phallic sex toys. We owned lots of dildos, even a few
strap-ons. Ronnie loved to be fucked, especially from behind. Hell, I loved to
be fucked too. It was no secret. It wasn’t like we were going to get gay
married and live happily ever after or anything. I knew that.

But
she was fucking a man.
In our bed.
That just seemed like a terrible
betrayal, even given the fluid nature of our relationship.

“I
want you to pound me,” Ronnie begged him. “Will you fuck me from behind? Fuck
me good and hard?”

I
heard him groan in response, heard the bed springs squeaking as they moved and
shifted on the bed. I saw the expanse of Ronnie’s back, the wings of her tawny
shoulder blades as she pressed her cheek to the mattress. They had shifted over
on our queen-sized bed, in my line of sight now. I couldn’t see him, or, at
least, not much of him. But I could see his cock.

And
Jesus holy jumped up Christ, what a cock it was!

I’d
never seen one so big, at least not outside of porn. I wouldn’t be surprised if
it was actually a full foot long. He slapped it against Ronnie’s perfect,
rounded ass as she wiggled back toward him and sighed.

“Put
it in slow,” she warned, eyes scrunched closed, nose wrinkled as he started
sliding inside her from behind. She gave a low moan, biting her lip as he moved
in deeper. My God, it just went on and on. He thrust forward, hands on her
hips, sliding inch by inch into her sweet little pink pussy. I knew how tight
she was, but I knew how much she could take too. I’d had two fingers in there,
and had stretched her once to accommodate my whole fist. She loved being pushed
like that.

“Oh
fuck, Vince, your cock is so goooood!” Ronnie moaned and arched her back, her
little breasts brushing the covers. Her nipples were hard and my mouth watered.
I wanted to suck them. I was horrified by my own response. My pussy ached and
throbbed as I watched my girlfriend—and what else could I call the girl I
had regularly sex with but my girlfriend?—get fucked by a man.

God
help me, I wanted to join them.

What
was wrong with me?

“Okay?”
he asked, checking in with her. He wasn’t all the way in, but almost. He could
get deeper at that angle, I knew. Ronnie loved it deep.

“Yes!”
she gasped. “Oh do it, baby. Fuck me!”

I
took a step back from the door as they started to really go at it. Ronnie
moaned and arched and begged him for more, while Vince pounded her from behind.
And I watched. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the scene, in spite of the
horrible twist in my stomach. I was so turned on it was shameful.

I
watched Ronnie slide a hand between her own legs, petting his heavy, swinging
balls before starting to rub her little clit. Good girl, I thought, licking my lips.
I could almost taste her. I knew exactly what it was like to have that pussy
mashed against my face, her clit sucked into my mouth, my tongue working that
sensitive nub back and forth until she came. Sometimes I could get her to
squirt, if I fucked her with a toy or used my fingers deep inside.

“Ohhhh
God! Yes! Yes!” Ronnie moaned, her hand working furiously between her thighs.
She was so beautiful it hurt, her dark hair spread out all over the bed, back
arched, pale ass up high, taking that giant cock again and again. Her ass was
pale, her limbs tanned. She had a sexy tan line from her bikini that I loved to
trace with my tongue. I bit my lip to keep from moaning, sliding a hand over
the crotch of my jeans. My pussy ached, even while my heart was hurting. How
was that possible?

“Oh!
Oh! Make me come!” Ronnie’s voice rose to that sweet little wail she made when
she was close. So close. “Ohhhh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Coming! Ohhhh!”

I’d
seen and heard her come a thousand times, but I’d never been so enthralled with
her pleasure as I was now. Her body shuddered and twitched, face tensing, eyes
closed tight, and then releasing. Her brow unknitted, hands unfurling, toes
uncurling. Her little wail turned to soft kitten cries.

But
Vince wasn’t done yet.

“I
want to come in your mouth,” he said. “Come on, suck it. Taste yourself on my
cock.”

I
told myself to walk away, to just walk away. I could take my car and just drive
for an hour. Decide what in the hell I wanted to do about this—if
anything. Or I could bust into the room. That was also an option, I supposed.
Fling open the door, be all angry and confrontational.

But
what good would that do?

Besides,
Ronnie was sucking him now, and it was impossible not to watch. He laid back on
my pillow, holding his monster member in his fist as she worked her mouth up
and down. We both loved sucking cock. Ronnie loved coming with a life-like
dildo in her mouth, a strap-on in her pussy and my finger slipped into her ass.
She’d even said once how much she missed cum. Tasting it, swallowing it,
playing with it. That’s when we’d talked about finding some guy and fucking his
lucky brains out, but we’d never acted on it.

Now
I watched, fascinated, as she gave lucky Vince a blowjob. I knew who Vince was,
of course. She’d talked about Vince. She met him at the gym. Ronnie worked out
five times a week—she was far more vigilant than me about that—and
had started paying extra for a personal trainer at the fitness center.
Apparently, it came with fringe benefits.

I
wondered how long she’d been seeing him. I couldn’t remember the first time
she’d started talking about him. Was it a month ago? Two? How long had they
been fucking? A while, if this little session was any indication, because they
were more than comfortable with each other. Vince clearly knew she loved to be
eaten and that she was multiply orgasmic, because he pulled her over his face
and buried it between her legs.

“Oh
baby, yeah, eat that pussy!” Ronnie took a break from sucking his cock to gasp
out the words. I could see the way her eyes closed in pleasure, how the bulbous
head of his monster porn cock turned almost purple in her fist. “Oh fuck, put
your fingers in. Yeah, like that! Now finger me! Hard!”

I
smiled. I couldn’t help it. I’d taught her that—how to be vocal, how to
tell me what she wanted, how she wanted it. She’d learned well.

“Oh
pump it, baby!” Vince groaned. “I want you to swallow my whole fucking load!”

Ronnie
followed his instructions eagerly, pumping his cock in her fist while covering
the head with her mouth. I stood there, my hand rubbing my own sopping pussy
through my jeans, watching my girlfriend suck off some guy I didn’t know she
was sleeping with, and I was actually disappointed I wasn’t going to see that
enormous cock shoot.

What
kind of masochist was I?

“Ahhh!
Argggghh! I’m gonna… ohhh fuuuuck!”

Vince
bucked his hips up on the bed, shoving his cock deep into Ronnie’s throat,
making her gag on it. She gurgled and drooled all over it, saliva dripping down
his scrotum toward the bed, her eyes widening as he unloaded into her mouth.
She couldn’t swallow it all. She choked on it, eyes watering, his cum
overflowing her lips, sliding down the shaft toward her clenched fist.

“Oh
baby, please!” Ronnie gasped, pulling off his cock, her face full of his cum.
“Don’t stop! Lick me! Make me come tooooo!”

She
wailed and ground her pussy against his face, sitting up, hands on his chest,
her little breasts bouncing as she rocked and rolled her hips. Her nipples were
hard, hair falling in her face, obscuring her expression, but I’d memorized it.
I knew just what she looked like when she was coming.

“Ohhhhhhh!”
Ronnie’s body tensed, her thighs trembling as she climaxed all over his face.
Vince, to his credit, didn’t stop. In fact, he wrapped his arms around her hips
to keep her there, his tongue working between the smooth, shaved lips of her
pussy.

God,
I could almost taste her. I wanted her. So much it hurt.

“Oh.
My. God.” Ronnie rolled off him onto her side of the bed, out of my line of
site. I could see Vince, his erection slowly ebbing. He was a grower, not a
shower. You’d never know it was going to be so impressive if you saw it soft, I
mused.

“I’m
so glad you let me come over.” Vince rolled toward her and now both of them
were out of my line of sight.

I
shrank back, leaning against the wall, trying to catch my breath, trying to
think.

“Well,
God, it was your fault,” Ronnie teased. “You kept getting me so hot on the
phone.”

“You
succumbed to my evil plan.”

“I
did. You’re an evil, evil man. A horrible influence on me.”

“So
when does your roommate get home?”

Roommate?
Is that what she’d told him? That really hurt. Somehow, that hurt more than
watching the two of them having sex. How did she explain only having one
bedroom? Only one bed?

“Soon,”
Ronnie said. “You should go.”

“You’ll
be at the gym tomorrow?”

“Of
course.”

“Veronica,
I have to ask you something.”

Veronica?
He called her by her full name? The only other person I knew who did that was
Mrs. B. Everyone else called her Ronnie.

“Okay.”

“Would
you move in with me?”

Ronnie
gasped. “What?”

“I’m
just… I’m tired of sneaking around. Hiding from your roommate—and mine.
If we lived together, we could do this all the time. Any time we wanted.”

“That’s
true,” Ronnie replied, sounding thoughtful.

“Is
that a no?”

“It’s
just that… Gretchen…” Ronnie saying my name. Talking about me with someone
else. It was breaking my heart. At least she was still thinking of me. At least
she was still considering me. That was something—wasn’t it?

“She
could find another roommate.”

Okay,
it was true, I could find another roommate.

But
I couldn’t find another Ronnie.

“Let
me think about it.”

I
crept down the hall, picking up my keys and purse from the kitchen table, and
left, locking the door behind me. I got in my car and drove. I didn’t pay any
attention to where I was going. I couldn’t stop thinking about what had just
happened. What I’d seen. What I’d heard. What was I going to do?

In
the end. I found myself parked outside the Baumgartners. I’d just sort of let
muscle memory drive me to their house. They lived in a rich subdivision, at the
very back, in one of the oldest houses. It was a huge house with three garages.
There was quite a bit of yard out back and a big empty field behind that. The
Baumgartners did well for themselves. Mrs. B was into real estate and Doc was,
well, a doctor. Hence the nickname. Their neighbors were lawyers and corporate
executives and other doctors and their houses were just as big.

I
sat with my chin on my steering wheel, thinking about how I’d met Ronnie and
the Baumgartners. I’d been hired as a nanny by Maureen and James Holmes. Their
kids were both brats but they paid well and went on a lot of vacations. They
took me to Key West for Christmas break that year, where Maureen had run into
Carrie Baumgartner, an old college roommate. The Baumgartners had brought
Ronnie along to watch Janie and Henry.

I
smiled, remembering the first time Ronnie and I had been together. She told me
a story that night I wasn’t sure I should believe—a story about sleeping
with the Baumgartners. Doc and Mrs. B had seduced her, she said, and she was
sleeping with them both, separately and together. The thought of Doc, tall,
rugged, dark-haired, sexy Doc Baumgartner, and Mrs. B, so full and luscious and
tanned, with her long blonde hair and full breasts, sleeping with nubile little
Ronnie, just turned nineteen at the time, took my breath away. I wasn’t sure I
believed her at first, but the story she told was so enticing, so sexy, and
turned me on so much, Ronnie and I ended up masturbating together for the first
time that night.

And
it all turned out to be true. Every single, glorious detail.

The
Baumgartners had shared their beautiful, young babysitter during that vacation,
and I often wondered if that relationship would have continued—if they
hadn’t hired me. All because crazy fundamentally religious Maureen Holmes found
condoms in my purse and fired me. I think the Baumgartners felt sorry for me,
and Mrs. B decided she needed more regular help, after school and on the
weekends, and Doc said they could afford it, and before I knew it, I had a new
job. And they didn’t call Ronnie to babysit anymore.

But
fate had intervened. At least, that’s what I always thought when I met Ronnie
in the mall, Henry and Janie in tow, and we’d struck up a conversation.
Reconnected. And things… just happened. And kept happening. Until here we were,
me and Ronnie, best friends and lovers. I was still working for the
Baumgartners and Ronnie was going to school and we didn’t talk about what had
happened between them on that trip to Key West. In fact, Ronnie didn’t even ask
about the Baumgartners anymore.