Selena Kitt - Crazy About the Baumgartners

And I imagined her mouth between my legs. Licking my clit. Showing her with my fingers. Right here, right here. Oh god, her tongue, the sweet press of her tongue, the movement of her body while Doc fucked her from behind. And looking up to meet his eyes, watching the pleasure on his face.

“Ohh God, fuck me, Doc!” she moaned.

“Are you picturing it?” he urged. “Her wet cunt spread open for you? Lick it for me, baby. Make her come. Make her come all over your face!”

I was picturing it. I was picturing it and coming. My whole body tensed, shuddering, and then I heard Doc groan, long and loud, crying out with his own release. We were both coming together. My pussy spasmed around my fingers, my clit throbbing under my hand, and I heard her moaning too, crying out.

“Oh fuck, I love your cock in me! Doc, I’m coming! Oh I’m coming for you!”

I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. I laid and stared up at the ceiling, panting hard, not quite believing what I’d just done. Had I really just masturbated while listening to my employers having sex?

I closed my eyes when I heard Mrs. B get up. She went to the bathroom and I turned to my side, yanking the covers up my chin, hiding. She stopped at my door, still cracked, and pulled it closed. I took a deep breath, my thighs still trembling from my orgasm, my belly tight. Had she heard me? Did she suspect?

I told myself I wouldn’t do it again, even if I wanted to. I couldn’t afford to lose this job. I’d have to try to be a lot more professional from now on.

“Just one more S’more?” Janie begged, her mouth already rimmed with chocolate.

“One more.” I held up one finger, wagging it at her, but she was already loading her stick with another marshmallow.

“You’re gonna get fat.” Henry stuck out his tongue at his sister when she gave him the finger.

“Don’t let your parents catch you doing that, Janie,” I warned, glancing toward the house at the sound of laughter. The Baumgartners and their guests were in the house. “And Henry, your sister isn’t fat.”

“I didn’t say she was fat,” Henry licked marshmallow off his fingers. “I said she was going to get fat. Especially if she keeps eating S’mores like that.”

“I’m not fat and I eat S’mores,” I said.

“Gretchen, can I please go get my iPod?” Henry asked for the three millionth time.

I rolled my eyes. “Henry, I told you, we can’t interrupt.”

“It will only take me a second.”

“No.”

“It’s in my room. I’ll run in and out, real quick.”

“Henry, I said no.” I started packing up the marshmallows, chocolate and graham crackers, putting them into their respective packages.

“Fine.” He grabbed another marshmallow before I could close the bag. “But what if we have to use the bathroom?”

“I told you.” I put the food into the basket and closed it up. ”If you have to go, I’ll take you in the back and you can use the one in the basement.”

“It’s creepy down there.” Janie shivered, pulling the hood on her hoodie up.

I rolled my eyes again. Was she kidding? The Baumgartners had a huge finished basement with a giant TV, a fireplace, a pool table, several old stand up video games and a full bathroom, including a shower.

“That’s not creepy,” I countered. “You should have seen the basement in my grandma’s house when I was little. It had dirt floors. And just one light bulb that hung down from the ceiling in the middle of the basement.”

“That is creepy!” Janie gaped at me. Henry’s eyes were wide.

“And the only bathroom in the whole house was in the basement,” I added.

“No way!” Janie gasped.

“Will you tell us ghost stories later?” Henry asked, always flirting with his love-hate relationship with all things scary.

“Maybe.” There was no way, of course. They’d be up all night long. And if I had to sleep out in the yard, I intended to actually sleep. I had my own tent with an air mattress in it.

“Can’t I please go get my iPod?” Henry begged. He batted his eyelashes at me when I glared at him, giving me a big, fake grin. “ Pleeeeeease? ”

I relented, a little.

“I’ll tell you what-I’ll go get it when everyone’s asleep.” I glanced up at the house again. They were sitting in the family room with the French doors open, but the screen door closed, letting the night air in. Their voices and occasional bursts laughter floated down to us, but I couldn’t make out what they were saying.

“Oh come on!” Henry made a face. “That’s going to be, like, forever.”

“They’re not as young as they think they are.” I winked at him. “I bet it’s all over by midnight.”

“Besides, Henry, we’ve got the DVD player,” Janie reminded him. “And I’ve got the whole set of Lord of the Rings.”

“Oh all right,” he grumbled. “Are you done eating? Can we watch yet?”

“Gretchen, do you want to watch?” Janie asked, digging the portable DVD player out of her bag and starting to crawl into the tent.

“Sure, let me just put out the fire.” It was one of those fire pits you could buy at Costco or Sam’s Club. Doc had set it up for us and had loaded it with wood around dusk, lighting it for us. We’d roasted hotdogs while the adults inside ate steak. Not that I cared. Hot dogs and S’mores were fine by me and the kids definitely preferred them.

I walked up the hill toward the house, carrying the empty pitcher that had contained lemonade when the night began. Now I used the faucet out back to fill it with water. I heard Mrs. B laughing, a bright, infectious sound. I hesitated at the back of the house, listening. I could hear them talking, the two women.

I’d met Danielle and her “husbands” the day before, when they had taken the Baumgartners out to dinner-although they only introduced Mason, the big guy with the sandy crew cut, as her actual husband. The other one, Nico, a dark haired, dark eyed Italian with an accent to die for, was introduced as their friend. But I knew the truth. I would have known it, even if I hadn’t overheard Mrs. B and Doc talking about their relationship. I could tell, the way they talked to each other, the familiar way they touched each other. I suppose I might have dismissed it as just a European over-friendliness if I hadn’t known. But I did know. They were all lovers.

Tonight, though, it was just Danielle-they called her Dani-who had shown up for dinner with Doc and Mrs. B. The Baumgartners had been anticipating this visit for a month and of course, I knew why. I’d heard them talking about Dani, their former lover, and I knew they both hoped to rekindle things with her-if just for the night. I wondered if Dani’s “husbands” knew about their plan, but I wasn’t in any position to ask.

“Oh my God, Dani, those two men!” Mrs. B exclaimed. “I mean, I knew Mason was a good-looking guy. But Nico too? You are one lucky woman.”

Dani gave a throaty laugh. “Tell me about it.”

“What’s it like, having two men at your beck and call?”

“Well, I don’t know if they’re at my beck and call…” Dani replied. “But having two men? It’s pretty fantastic.”

“I just bet it is.” Mrs. B sighed dreamily. “Don’t tell Doc I asked you. He doesn’t lean that way, but if he thought I wanted it, I think he just might give it a try. For me.”

I moved a little closer, changing the angle of my view. I could see them now as well as hear them, but I was pretty sure they couldn’t see my out in the darkness.

“Mason didn’t lean that way either. At least, I didn’t know he did.” Dani chuckled. “But Mason and Nico are… well, they spend plenty of time together.”