Henry and Janie sat in the middle of the family room, costumes askew, Janie sorting her candy into types in her usual OCD fashion. Henry entered serious negotiations with her to trade all his licorice for chocolate, a feat I figured nearly impossible.
“She’s going to be hungry when she wakes up.” Mrs. B took the baby, putting her on the sofa and getting her out of her costume while I went to make up her bottle.
“I’ll do it.” Mrs. B smiled when I brought the bottle out. She took it from me and put it to the baby’s lips. Holly sucked greedily.
“I’ll go clean up dinner.” We hadn’t had much time after eating the Sloppy Joe’s Mrs. B had made before we all had to change into our costumes.
I was loading dishes in the dishwasher when Doc came in. He opened the fridge and pulled out a beer. He popped the top off, tossing it onto the counter. I gave him a look, sweeping the top into my hand and putting it in the garbage under the sink. He came closer, watching as I bent over to put the last plate in the dishwasher.
“Damn, little Red Riding Hood, you make me feel like a wolf.”
I turned, finding him dangerously close. I could smell the alcohol on his breath and wondered just how many of those he’d had. Of course, he’d been here, all alone, with nothing to do but watch TV, drink beer and hand out candy.
“You’re looking rather wolfish,” I replied, glancing at the stubble on his cheeks. He’d clearly forgotten to shave that morning.
“All the better to tickle you with.” He grinned, grabbing my hips and rubbing his cheek against mine, making me squirm and laugh. I wondered if they could hear us in the family room. One of the kids could walk in at any minute-although I doubted it. They were likely too engrossed in candy negotiations.
I tried to push him away, my hands against his chest, but he didn’t budge. Doc was a big man and could take what he wanted, if he wanted to. The thought was blackly exciting. His hands remained on my hips, moving over the short skirt I was wearing.
“You’re so sexy in this damned costume,” he murmured, his denim clad thigh sliding between mine.
“I didn’t meant to tempt you, Mr. Wolf.” I cocked my head, giving him a smirk that told him that the opposite was true.
“Oh, I think you did.”
“Your wife picked it,” I reminded him.
“I know.” His hands moved down to my ass, squeezing. There was no pretense anymore about this being an accidental meeting. “Think she meant to tempt the wolf?”
“Do you?” I raised my eyebrows.
“You know I was watching, don’t you?” He leaned in to whisper this into my ear, his big hands gripping my ass, holding me to him.
“Yes,” I whispered back, my nipples hardening instantly at his words.
“Did you come hard?” He pulled my skirt up in back, hands roaming over my tights, making me gasp.
“I… I needed it so bad that night.” I whimpered. I needed to right now. Between his teasing grind against the counter before we left, and now this, I was ready to explode.
“I know.” The knowing in his voice undid me. My hands, which I’d previously kept at my side, went to his waist, feeling the solid heat of his muscles underneath that button-down dress shirt. “What were you thinking about when you came?”
“I… don’t remember,” I stammered when his hand reached around the front of my tights, cupping my mound through them, under my skirt.
“Liar.” He pulled back to look at me. His eyes were darker than I’d ever seen them. Dark with lust. “Don’t lie to me or Mr. Wolf will eat you all up.”
Was that supposed to be a threat? It just made me wetter.
“You.” I whispered. I was the desperately hungry one. “Both of you.”
“Fuck, that’s hot.” His fingers massaged me through my tights. My pussy lips were so swollen and fat. Everything down there was squishy. “I wish I could have seen you with the light on. Is your pussy shaved?”
I nodded. “But Mrs. B said I should let a little grow back. At the top.”
“Blonde?” His eyes brightened.
“Yes.” I bit my lip. “Like my hair.”
He groaned, palm grinding my pussy, his cock like a foot-long pipe against my thigh.
“And these gorgeous tits.” His other hand had found something to do, cupping my breast through my blouse. My hard nipple grew even harder, as if it could pop right out for his waiting fingers. “My God, Gretchen, do you know what you do to me? You turn me into a fucking animal.”
“I was just carrying my basket through the woods on the way to Grandma’s house, Mr. Wolf,” I teased, rocking my hips. He could get me off like this. Just like this. A fire burned through me at the thought. He could make me come in his arms while his wife and kids were just a room away and no one would ever know.
“You’re so damned tempting.” He smiled, watching my face as I looked at him through half-closed eyes while he rocked my pussy toward orgasm.
“Gretchen?” Mrs. B called from the family room. “Can you bring me Holly’s diaper bag?”
The sound of her voice made him take a step back. I straightened my skirt, my blouse, still trying to catch my breath. The diaper bag was on the kitchen table and I headed for it on shaky legs.
“Wait.” Doc caught my arm, whispering. “Gretchen, I’m sorry. I’m… drunk. Forgive me?”
“I… um…” He had to know there was nothing to forgive. He wasn’t taking advantage of me. My God, I wanted it as much as he did.
“Don’t tell Carrie.” He left, disappearing back up the stairs.
I made it through the rest of the night on autopilot, cleaning up after dinner, tucking two sugar-hyped now-crashing kids into bed, rocking the baby to sleep, saying goodnight to the Baumgartners as they sat on the sofa watching The Office, laughing together.
But that night, I heard them having sex. I listened to the animal growl and thrust of him, the headboard banging against the wall over and over, and I wondered if he was thinking about me when he came.
Because I was. I came three times, panting and tangled in my covers, thinking about him.
The Baumgartners went to New England to visit Doc’s parents for Thanksgiving and took Janie, Henry, and Holly with them. They asked me to come along, but I told them I’d been invited to my aunt’s for the holiday. It wasn’t true, of course. My aunt had denounced me as a slut and had kicked me out the summer after my senior year when she found me giving Jake Harris a blowjob on the couch in the basement. The truth was, I hated Thanksgiving. It was a non-holiday to me that served no purpose except to eat and bicker with family members you hardly ever saw. And that just reminded me I didn’t have any family to bicker with, and that made me sad.
Last year, Ronnie had invited me to her parents’ and we had dinner with them and her sister, Amy, which had been okay, but still painful. For me, it was like being pricked with needles all night long-not anything that was going to kill me, but still damned painful and annoying. So this year, I spent Thanksgiving at the Baumgartners, in their empty house. I ordered Chinese food and ate it in front of the 80-inch television while binge-watching Friends on DVD all weekend. On Friday, I had the worst MSG hangover and stayed in bed until three.
Then I managed to clean up the house and decided, after a liquid dinner of organic whole milk mixed with Carnation Instant Breakfast, that I wanted to go clubbing. Christian had called me after that one night, but I’d never called him back. Rude, I knew, but I didn’t want a regular fuck buddy, and he wasn’t really boyfriend material-not still living at home, going to the community college, and playing Halo and Call of Duty until all hours of the night. Of course, who was I to talk, after spending eighteen hours in front of the TV?
So I thought maybe I’d call him and we could meet up at the club. Since I had the Baumgartners’ place all to myself. Including their giant king sized bed. The truth was, I wanted to fuck on it. I wanted to be fucked on it, to imagine myself in between the two of them. I borrowed Mrs. B’s dress, the one she’d worn that night. It had been skin tight on her, but it was a little loose on me. Still, I looked damned good. Maybe, I thought, I could pick up two tonight for the price of one. I was sure Christian wouldn’t mind bringing another girl home.