Selena Kitt - Crazy About the Baumgartners

“Better?” I asked, directing the vents in her direction as the air turned from cool to lukewarm. It wouldn’t be long and it would heat up.

“Thanks.” She gave me a shy, heartbreaking smile. “So… how are you?”

How was I?

“Good.” Lying seemed to be the best course of action until I knew what she wanted. Because I was sure she wanted something. “So what’s up?”

“Oh… nothing.” Seems we were both into the lying thing.

“How’s Vince?”

“Um… good.” She shrugged, tucking her dark hair behind her ear, gaze scanning the parking lot.

“Still seeing him?”

“Yeah.” She nodded, looking down at her hands in her lap. “Listen. Gretchen, I just wanted to tell you… I’m sorry.”

“Right. You said that before.” I leaned back in the driver’s seat, remembering how it had all ended. She’d tearfully confessed and apologized profusely when I told her I’d seen her and Vince together. Then, in a stunning turn of events, at least on my end, she had been both shocked and horrified by my idea of sharing him. In the end, she’d been the one angry at me, instead of the other way around.

“I know, but…” She picked at one of her cuticles. Her nails were painted a pretty shade of turquoise. “Well, I told you something that wasn’t exactly true.”

“You lied?” Why wasn’t I surprised?

“I just… I wanted you to know that I thought about it.” She looked over at me in the light of a street lamp, half her face in shadow. “What you wanted.”

“You, me and him?” The unholy trinity.

“Yeah.” She nodded. “The thing is… I didn’t say no.”

“I’m pretty sure screaming ‘are you out of your fucking mind’ and slapping me across the face is a pretty standard, universal sign for ‘no.’”

“I didn’t,” Ronnie pleaded. “I mean, I know… I know I said that. I did a horrible thing. I’m sorry. I said I was sorry.”

“You did,” I agreed.

“But after… I thought about it.” She lifted her face to mine and I saw the tears she was trying to hold back. That melted me a little. “I missed you so much. And… so I asked him.”

This I hadn’t known. Ronnie, as far as I knew, had made the choice herself. She didn’t want me, she wanted Vince. She’d made that absolutely, stingingly clear.

“And what did he say?”

“He said he didn’t want to share me.” She dropped her head again and I saw tears fall into her lap.

“Well…” I couldn’t help it. I touched, her, reaching out and running a hand down over her scalp, through her long, dark hair, letting my fingers get tangled. “I guess I can’t blame him.”

“You mean that?” She sniffed, glancing up at me.

“No.” I snorted, my hand falling to her lap, squeezing hers in mine. “I think he’s an insecure asshole, but what do I know?”

She smiled. “He’s talking about marrying me.”

“Whoa, that was fast.” I blinked in surprise. You’d think Mr. Monster Porn Cock would want to take his pony on a few more rides before putting on a saddle and bridle.

“I know.” Ronnie’s hand trembled in mine.

“Are you cold?” I asked, reaching to turn up the heat.

“No.” She shook her head, meeting my eyes again, still shy.

“Why are you shivering?”

“I don’t know.” She dropped her gaze again, shaking her head. More lies. But I didn’t press her. I just said what was true.

“I miss you, Ronnie.” I lifted her hand to my cheek, turning and kissing her palm. “I still love you. I always will.”

“I miss you too,” she said, but pulled her hand back into her lap, swallowing and looking out the window at a car pulling into the lot. “So are you still in the apartment?”

“No. I’m living with the Baumgartners.” I knew that would surprise her, and it did.

“Really?”

“Yeah. They’ve got a baby.” Another surprise. “They needed a live-in nanny.”

“Mrs. B had a baby?” Ronnie’s jaw was practically on the floor.

“Foster care,” I explained. “Adopted. Or, she will be.”

“Oh. Wow.” She looked like she didn’t quite believe me. “So you’ve got the night off then?”

“They went to Doc’s parents’ place for Thanksgiving.”

“Oh.” She licked her lips and then asked, “When do they get home?”

I knew that look in her eyes and my body responded instantly.

“Not until Sunday.” I waited, my breath held. I knew I shouldn’t encourage her. I should have lied. But I couldn’t help myself. Just looking at her legs, crossed like that, her skirt riding high, made my heart race.

She hesitated, biting her lip. “So you’re all alone?”

“I’ve been alone since you left.” I put one finger on her knee, sliding my fingernail up her pantyhose. It left a long run in her stockings as I traced up her thigh, pushing her skirt as I went.

“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.