When it was just the two of us, Gretchen helped me pull out the couch bed, and we’d said goodnight. But when she bent her head to my ear to whisper,
“I'll come down later,” as Janie and Brian got ready to go-I didn’t say no. I already knew what was going to happen. Whatever resistance I’d managed to hold onto had disappeared.
“What time is it?” I murmured, blinking in the darkness. Gretchen slid her hand up under my t-shirt, stroking the soft skin of my stomach.
“A little after two.” Her lips found the sensitive spot behind my ear, the one she knew made me melt, and I did just that as her tongue made fat lazy circles there.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I whispered, tilting my head anyway, to give her better access. “Did Janie and Brian come back yet?”
“I don’t know.” Her hand moved up to cup my breast, and I gasped when she thumbed my nipple. “And I don’t care. I can’t wait any longer. I’ve been thinking about you all night.”
“They don’t let him stay overnight here, do they?” I asked, turning in Gretchen’s arms, trying to distract her.
“No.” She sighed, recognizing my tactic, but she grabbed my hip and pulled me toward her, twining her long legs with mine. “Not that Janie hasn’t asked, but the Baumgartners wouldn’t let him. His parents are staying at the Marriott”
“He seems like a nice kid.” I tried to ignore the way her hand moved over my hip, stroking lightly, her finger edging at the elastic of my panties.
“He is.”
I closed my eyes as she began to feather kisses over my cheeks, pressing my lips briefly with her soft ones before kissing a trail down my throat. I couldn’t concentrate, although I kept trying. “Gretchen, can I ask you something?”
“Mmm?” She didn’t really answer me as she licked the length of my collarbone, making me shiver.
“Do you think…have you ever wondered if something’s going on between Janie and Henry? Something that…shouldn’t be going on?” I voiced my concern hesitantly and waited.
“What kind of…” Gretchen’s head came up and she frowned at me in the darkness and then laughed. “No! Of course not.”
I swallowed and shrugged. “They seem…awfully close.”
“They are close,” Gretchen agreed, tugging at my shirt, leaving it pushed up that way just under my breasts as she shifted and began kissing my ribcage.
“But, Ronnie, come on, they’re brother and sister!”
“I know that, but…” I sighed softly as she made a fast circle around my navel with her tongue. “You know… Mr. and Mrs. B are so free… sexually, I mean… ohhh!” Her fingers had found my nipples beneath my shirt, rubbing back and forth over the material the way she knew I loved. I couldn’t believe she’d remembered. “I just wondered if maybe…”
Gretchen squeezed both my nipples in her fingers. “I’ve never seen or heard anything.”
I gasped and bit my lip as she nibbled her way along the edge of my panties. “What about tonight, the way they were laying together on the floor?”
“They do that all the time.” Her fingers were rolling my nipples now, teasing, her breath hot on my mound as she settled herself between my thighs.
“It’s just the way they are.”
“I guess…” I breathed, trying to remember my concern, trying to remember what or why I was even questioning things. “Maybe… oh Gretchen…”
Oh god, her mouth, my body remembered her mouth like it was yesterday, and she wasn’t playing anymore as she pressed her tongue against the wet crotch of my panties. “Oh god… oh… maybe… maybe…I’m just being a prude.”
“I know.” I could hear the smile in her voice. “We’re going to have to fix that.”
“You’re doing a pretty good job.”
“I can do better.”
“I know you can.”
The memories rushed in almost as quickly as my pussy flooded with juice as Gretchen nuzzled my panties aside and probed me with her quick, pink tongue. Everything was so familiar, the press of her hands spreading my thighs, the soft noises she made as she delved deeper into my flesh with her mouth.
We’d spent the better part of a year as roommates and lovers and even if I’d tried to block it out-and I admit now, I had tried-it all came back in a warm, wet deluge as we writhed together on the little pull-out couch-bed.
“Lick me, too,” she begged, shoving her panties down her hips and positioning herself above me. “Oh please, I want your tongue, I love your tongue on me.” Her mouth was already buried in my pussy again, my panties gone now and my legs spread shamelessly wide, my hips rocking up against her tongue.
It was dark, but not dark enough that I couldn’t see the wet spread of her smooth, shaved lips, the glistening heat of her flesh drawing me in, warming my cheek as she rolled her hips around and around. I explored her with my fingers first, rubbing the thick hood of flesh covering her clit, making her moan against my pussy.
Oh god, she was so good. She knew just what to do with her mouth, and I gasped when her fingers slid into my wetness, first one, then two, her tongue never leaving the sweet spot at the top of my cleft. Her scent was making me dizzy with lust, and I wondered if the soft spread of her thighs ended at the apex of heaven…or hell.
“Please, Ronnie,” she moaned, spreading wider, lowering her pussy toward my mouth. “Oh, god, I’ve missed you so much, baby, please, please…” Her pleading voice, her body so soft but insistent on mine, were more than enough to convince me. Still, I was tentative at first, licking through the wet folds of her flesh first, getting used to her taste, then savoring it. Her tongue lashed against my clit again and again, sending me to dizzying heights, toward a place I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, and didn’t care.
“Oh yesss!” She shuddered with the first touch of my tongue to the sweet button of her clit and I began to lick her, slowly at first, moving the nub of flesh back and forth, then faster as she began to rock and moan. I could feel her breasts pressed against my belly, her nipples hard, and I squeezed my own, sending shockwaves down to my aching clit.
“Gretchen,” I managed to whisper in the darkness, the flutter of her tongue about to send me over, and she knew the sound and feel of me about to come, she knew, because she quickly focused her efforts, her mouth covering my mound and sucking hard on my clit. “Ohhh fuck! Ohhhh!”
I remembered where we were and tried to be quiet, burying my face in the musky taste and smell of her pussy to muffle the sounds of my orgasm as I bucked underneath her. I shuddered with the sensation, my pussy throbbing, but she didn’t let up, her mouth fastened tight, sucking every last bit of my climax from me.
“Stop, stop,” I begged, pushing my hips up, trying to free myself, the feeling too much now. She turned quickly, not letting me transition from floating, distant pleasure to more immediate thoughts, straddling first my thigh, and then shifting so her pussy rubbed teasingly against my own still pulsing one.
“Remember this?” she whispered in the dark, and I broke, then, nodding, reaching for her. I couldn’t deny it anymore. I remembered…everything. The taste, the smell, the feel, the sound of her, and there was nothing that could keep me from her now.
“I missed you so much,” I confessed, pulling her close, kissing her deeply.
She made a soft noise in her throat as our tongues touched, her hips moving in slow, distracting circles.
“I’m sorry,” I gasped when we broke for air and she sat up on me again, rocking. “I was so stupid… just young and stupid…”
Gretchen pressed her fingers to my lips. “Shh. You’re here now. It doesn’t matter.”
I didn’t quite think that was the truth, but I didn’t argue as she pulled my hands up to her breasts and rubbed her pussy against mine, back and forth, the wet, slapping sound of our flesh filling the room. Her nipples were hard and I rolled and pulled at them, making her rock faster between my legs.