Selena Kitt - Meet the Baumgartners

“Everything.”

His hand moving over the bare skin of her thigh made her look at him. She was wearing a mini-skirt as well and it didn’t cover much. He was sitting in front of her chair now.

“Look at her.” Carrie nodded to where Maureen slept, moaning softly in her sleep. “She’s so in love, she’s going to give up everything she is for him.”

“So you’re afraid of love?”

“No.” Carrie shook her head, reaching out and tentatively touching one of his curls. His hair was as soft and silky as she’d imagined it would be. “I’m afraid of loss.”

“What have you lost?” He rested his cheek against her thigh.

She shook her head. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry.” She moved to get up but his hand pressed her thighs, keeping her in the chair. “You should probably go.”

“What if I told you I don’t want to go,” he murmured, kneeling up so he could look into her eyes.

“It’s late…” She tried to avoid his gaze. “I need sleep.”

“So sleep.” He stood, holding out his hand and helping her stand. “Come on, let me tuck you in.”

He put her to bed in the same way she had tucked in Maureen, slipping off her shoes and pulling the covers up. He even leaned in and softly kissed her forehead, breathing in her scent and murmuring, “Goodnight, Carrie,” before standing to go.

But she couldn’t let him.

Instead, she grabbed his hand, tugging gently. “Wait. Stay.”

He looked doubtfully at the queen sized bed. “Is there room?”

She slid over, her back against Maureen’s. “I’ll make room.”

He turned out the light and got into the bed. When he wrapped his arms around her, she rested her cheek against the rise and fall of his chest, and they stayed that way, fully dressed, not talking, just breathing together until sleep came to them both.

* * * *

“What are you doing?” Doc whispered.

“What does it feel like I’m doing?” Carrie unzipped his jeans and slid a hand inside. She couldn’t resist him so close, feeling him long and lean against her.

“Carrie,” he warned, glancing over at Maureen. She was curled up beside them, snoring, oblivious.

“Shhh,” she whispered, feeling him getting hard in her hand. “Let me jerk you off.

It will make me happy.”

He chuckled. “Hard to say no to that.”

So they fumbled in the darkness, undressing each other, groping until they were both breathless and wanting more.

“God, I want to fuck you,” he whispered as she straddled him, his cock like steel as she pressed it against his belly with the wetness of her cunt.

“No,” she murmured, sliding her hips forward, back, slipping his cock up and down her slit. “Like this.”

He groaned, holding her hips, letting her rub against him. It was so good it made her head spin. She could feel every vein in his cock as she rode those ridges, up and down, back and forth, wetting his crotch with her juices. When he pulled her to him and took a nipple into his mouth, she moaned and arched, making him urge her quiet,

“Shhh!”

But Maureen was still sleeping it off, and neither of them wanted, or could, stop.

“Please,” she begged him, rolling, grinding. “Oh Doc, you make me feel so good.”

He gave a soft grunt as she centered her clit right against the head of his cock, making fast circles, and she knew he was close, his breath coming fast, his fingers digging into her hips.

“Come with me,” she insisted throatily, burying her face against his neck. “Now…

oh god yes now now!”

She felt the fiery hot gush of his cum against her clit, sending her immediately over the edge, falling into bliss, meeting him with every delicious, trembling thrust as she thrashed on top of him and he tried, unsuccessfully, to keep her still.

Finally she rested her cheek against his chest, still straddling him, and murmured, “Now I can sleep.”

He laughed silently, kissing her forehead. “Goodnight.”

That was all she remembered until Maureen was slipping into bed again, hair still wet from a shower, sandwiching Carrie between her and Doc in the little bed. She’d left the bathroom door open, the light on, but it was still dark outside and dim in the room.

"Mo?” Carrie murmured, feeling Maureen’s body against hers, fully nude, her little breasts pressed into her back, her nipples hard, probably from cold.

“I’m sorry,” Maureen whispered, kissing Carrie’s cheek in the darkness. “I was an idiot. A very drunk idiot.”

“S’okay.” Carrie snuggled back against her friend, feeling Doc beside her on the other side, his breathing deep and even.

“So looks like you brought a friend home.” Maureen kissed Carrie’s shoulder, her little tongue teasing a little. “Want to share?”

“Oh…yeah…” Carrie flushed and was glad for the darkness. “Doc helped me carry you home.”

“Sorry about that.” Maureen sighed. “Maybe I should make it up to him.”

Carrie felt Doc go rigid beside her, his breath catching, and it took her a moment to realize that Maureen had reached across her to touch him.

“What do you say?” Maureen’s mouth moved over Carrie’s ear to her chin, her little tongue seeking entrance to a kiss. Carrie hesitated at first, but the weight of Maureen’s body, the press of her breasts, the heat of her pussy as she straddled Carrie’s thigh, made her give in. She could never say no to Maureen.

“Oh god,” Doc whispered in the darkness, and Carrie reached down to feel Maureen’s hand moving over his shaft. He was half-hard and quickly moving toward fully erect. “Carrie.” He gulped. “Are you…is this…?”

“Yes.” Carrie joined Maureen, their soft hands groping and tugging at his dick. He groaned as Maureen threw off the covers and settled herself between his thighs, tonguing his balls as Carrie slid her hand up and down his shaft.

“I like this,” Maureen giggled, her tongue sliding up to meet Carrie’s and they kissed deeply over the head of his cock. Carrie felt his hand in her hair. “Sit on his face.

I want to fuck him.”

Doc helped her, moving her thighs so she was straddling his face and Maureen settled herself in his lap. Carrie saw her reaching down, grabbing his cock and stroking it against her pussy.

“Let me.” Carrie took him in her hand, guiding, aiming him. He gasped when she parted Maureen’s swollen lips with his cock and put the head right at the entrance of her 49

pussy. Maureen leaned over and kissed her friend as she slid down his length, moaning softly and rocking on him. “Does it feel good?” Carrie asked, wrapping her arms around Maureen, their breasts pressed together, nipples kissing.

“Oh god yes.” Maureen began to fuck him, slow at first, using his cock for her own pleasure. Carrie felt the pleasure of it in his mouth as he licked and sucked at her pussy. He was trying hard not to get distracted by Maureen, but he was failing miserably.

“Do you like his tongue in your cunt?” Maureen’s breath was hot in her ear, panting.

“Yes,” Carrie agreed, working her little clit against it, making circles with her hips.

“More than mine?” Maureen smiled, reaching down with one hand to spread Carrie’s pussy for his mouth. “She’s got a gorgeous pussy, doesn’t she, Doc?”

“Mmmm!” That’s all he managed.

“I know, she tastes so fucking good.” Maureen lifted her fingers to her tongue, sucking Carrie’s juices and then hooking her fingers in Carrie’s mouth, making her taste herself. “I love licking her until she comes for me.”

Carrie moaned softly, moving her hips even faster.

“Come on, big boy, help me get her off.” Maureen slid Doc out of her pussy and Carrie heard him groan softly. Then Maureen pressed Carrie into the pillows, settling herself between her thighs. Doc joined her and both of them began to kiss and lick her mound. She couldn’t tell where one began and the other ended. A tongue lashed at her clit, another probed her hole, fingers spread her wide, oh god, there was even something-a finger? a tongue?-pressed against the pucker of her ass.