A Baumgartner reunion

“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.