“I want to watch you.”
I bit my lip, but my pussy was on fire, aching to be touched, and I slid my hand down to part my lips, opening my slit and showing her pink. Her eyes were full of lust as I began to pet myself, rubbing the hood back and forth, easing the skin over the sensitive bud of my clit. I used just one finger, first back and forth, then around and around, moving faster as the sensation swelled.
“You like it so sweet,” she murmured, kissing my thighs as she watched.
She raised her head and cocked it, smiling down at me. “Do you want me to lick you?”
I whimpered, arching, and spread myself wide for her. “Please… yes, please…”
She lowered her whole mouth down into me, her tongue flat and sweeping over my pussy, up and down my slit at first, spreading my juices. I heard her swallowing them, making soft, hungry noises in her throat as she worked her way through my flesh. I moaned out loud when she found my clit, moving her tongue back and forth now through my lips.
“Ohhh yes!” I cried, my hand fisted in her hair. “Oh god, Carrie, yes!” My body was wet, my nipples hard from the chill, but I didn’t feel cold at all. In fact I felt flushed with heat, as if there were a furnace inside of me, something ignited deep in my belly. I looked down at her kneeling between my legs, her ass up in the air, her heavy breasts swaying as she fastened her mouth to my pussy and sucked. I thought I’d never seen anything so beautiful in my life, and I wanted her-I wanted more of her, all of her.
“Come here,” I urged, holding my hands out for her, eager. She understood, easing her way up and then around, the tub more than big enough to accommodate us as she spread her legs over my head. I could smell her and the taste of her cum lingered still at the back of my throat as she pulled my legs back and buried her face between them again.
I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out long against the sweet, aching feel of her mouth, but I tried, concentrating on her pussy, spreading it wide with my fingers and teasing her clit with my tongue. Her clit was smaller-perhaps the only thing on her body less endowed than mine-and it liked to hide, especially right after she’d come once, or when she was very, very excited. I had to wrap my arms around her full hips and pull them into me, my mouth covering her pussy, my tongue probing deep between the soft, pink folds of her flesh. Her clit was tiny, a little bud of flesh hidden in the wetness, but I found it and I stayed fastened there, determined.
I knew I’d found the spot when she began to rock her hips, moaning against my pussy, her tongue losing its rhythm on my clit, giving me a little reprieve. I was dangling on the edge, so close to coming I felt as if I might burst, but I wanted her, too, I wanted to feel her come in my mouth, I wanted the sweet flood of her juices all over my face.
“Nnnn! Nnnn! Nnnn!” It was all she could say with her face buried between my legs, her tongue taking my clit past the edge now, the first quivering thrust
driving my hips up against her mouth. I was coming, oh god, coming so hard I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think, my whole body bucking with sensation, like a hot, wet bubble bursting in my belly and flooding down between my thighs.
“Ohhhhh Carrie!” I moaned, lost in the feeling, forgetting all about her sweet, throbbing pussy, but she reminded me, using her own fingers to spread herself wide, making that same, “Nnn! Nnn! Nnn!” I fastened my mouth to her clit with a groan, licking her fast, the same lightning rhythm again and again, until she lost it, too, her mouth coming off of me as she whispered my name, followed by, “Come on, come on, come on,” and then she was there, her whole body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. She thrashed and twisted on top of me as she came, rubbing her cheeks and face over my still-throbbing pussy, making me gasp. Finally, she was still, panting on top of me, her heavy breasts pressed into my belly, her cheek resting against my thigh.
“I missed you,” I heard her whisper and I felt tears stinging my eyes.
I nodded, although I knew she couldn’t see me. “I missed you, too.” I felt it, in every part of me, how true it was.
She kissed me softly when she sat up, and then led me to the shower stall in the corner. We spent a slow, luxurious fifteen minutes soaping each other up and rinsing each other off.
She got out first, saying, “I’ve got to start dinner. We’re having lasagna.”
“Sounds heavenly!” I called through the steam, watching as she wrapped herself in a towel and went out of the bathroom.
I dried myself off, realizing then that I hadn’t brought up any clothes-I just had my bathing suit to put back on. I opened the door, thinking to ask Mrs. B-
Carrie, I smiled at the way I corrected myself, even in my head-to bring my bag upstairs. That’s when I saw Janie standing at her door, her eyes fixed on me.
My heart lurched and I opened my mouth to say something, but all that came out was, “Oh. Hi.”
Janie’s eyes darkened as she glanced at her mother’s bedroom door, and then back to me. I realized she must have seen her mother leave the bathroom and my chest tightened.
“Right.” She blinked, and I wondered, for a moment, if she was blinking back tears. Then, she shut the door, and the radio went on-loud. Too loud.
“Fuck,” I whispered, glancing at the Baumgartners’ closed bedroom door, and then shutting the bathroom door. I leaned against it, feeling sick, closing my eyes. Janie’s opinion of me was bad enough, I thought, without her seeing…
what had she seen? I wondered. What had she heard?
“Ronnie!?” It was Gretchen’s voice, calling up the stairs. I sighed, opening my eyes. I’d have Gretchen bring me up something to wear, I decided. And then… then… I looked at myself in the long, steamy mirror over the double sinks, not sure I even recognized myself.
Then, I decided, I’d figure out what to do next. Whatever that might be. I’d cross that bridge when I came to it.
CHAPTER FOUR
“I can’t believe she’s even old enough to have a boyfriend.” I leaned in to whisper my words to Gretchen as we cuddled together on the couch. Gretchen’s head was tucked under my chin as we shared both a spoon and a pint of Haagan-Daas—just like old times.
“Time didn’t stop when you left, you know.” Janie tossed the length of her honey-colored hair over her shoulder and gave me a long look before turning her attention back to both the movie and her boyfriend.
“Ouch,” I winced, blinking back tears when Henry gave me a sad, sympathetic look from where he was stretched out on the floor near his sister. Of course I hadn’t meant for Janie to overhear me, but it seemed as if the girl had superhuman powers when it came to listening, especially to anything I said.
“Teenage hormones,” Gretchen whispered, spooning a big bite of cool chocolatey goodness into my mouth. “She can’t help it.”
“Shut up, Gretchen.”
“Come over here and make me,” Gretchen retorted, matching Janie’s snotty tone.
“Hey, come on, it’s a good part.” Janie’s boyfriend glanced at us, frowning.
Brian was a good-looking kid, no doubt about it, tall and tanned and dark-haired.
He reminded me of Doc in a lot of ways, especially the sharp, mischievous look in his eyes. He didn’t miss much, that one, and I’d felt his eyes on me more than once during the course of the evening.
“Then pay attention to the movie instead of feeling up my sister,” Henry snapped, nudging Janie from behind with his foot. She stuck her tongue out at him over her shoulder and snuggled closer to Brian. Something was going on under the blanket the two lovebirds were covered with, I was sure, but in the absence of the girl’s parents-Mr. and Mrs. B. had gone to bed early-I had been pointedly ignoring it.