A Baumgartner reunion

I rubbed my clit as I watched her pull her shorts and bikini bottoms off, groaning when I saw that she was shaved except for a tuft of blonde hair at the top of her cleft. I wanted to bury my face there, and I couldn’t wait a second longer. I sat up, grabbing her hips and pulling her to me, making her gasp and then moan as I slid my tongue through her slippery slit. She responded immediately, trying to spread wider for me, and when that didn’t work, she climbed up onto the sofa and stood, straddling my face as I licked her.

My crotch was on fire and I rubbed myself, thinking of her tongue, but too attached to her sweet little pussy, literally and figuratively, to change positions.

Besides, looking up and seeing her tugging at her nipples, her blonde hair a curtain around her face, her eyes closed, her lip pulled tight between her teeth-

that sight alone was almost enough to send me over the edge.

“Oh Ronnie,” she whispered, rolling her hips now, moving her clit in circles against my clit. “Oh god, yes, yes, lick me, lick me good!” I did, I did, my tongue lashing at her pussy again and again. Janie moaned and bucked, her hips rocking faster, her hands in my hair now, pulling me in. I could barely breathe and didn’t care, feeling her thighs trembling, knowing she was close, so very close…

“Ohhhhh yes!” she gasped, arching. “Now! Coming! Ohhhh!” I didn’t let up, shoving my whole face against her mound, lapping up her sweetness-oh my god, she was so sweet, her flesh hot and wet against my cheeks and mouth and tongue. I licked at her quivering cunt until her knees buckled and she collapsed in my lap, her mouth finding mine, sucking at my tongue, making me groan as she tasted her juices in my mouth.

Her hips made little circles as she sat in my lap and I wished for a moment that I had a cock to shove up inside of her. What would it feel like, I wondered, that tight little pussy? Instead I probed her with my fingers, working them in, feeling her rock in response as we kissed.

“Your turn,” she murmured, starting to slide out of my lap, but I grabbed her hips, shaking my head.

“Both of us,” I said, leaning back on the sofa and spreading my legs. She laughed happily, turning around and positioning herself so her pussy was over my mouth, and her tongue-oh sweet god, her tongue-probed into my wetness.

I found myself in the very position TJ and I had been imagining in the shower, except TJ was sleeping upstairs instead of fucking Janie from behind. But Janie and I…well, were following our decidedly naughty pursuits on the living room couch. And if anyone walked in…and they could, at any moment…

“Don’t stop,” Janie said, pressing her pussy down against my mouth. “I can come again… I can come a lot.”

Oh. God. I sucked her clit between my lips, flicking it with my tongue, swallowing the sweet taste of her juices. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, that this was the same Janie I’d babysat for years now straddling my face, her pink flesh exposed to me as her tongue moved in circles against my clit, sending sweet shivers through me.

“Finger me,” she begged, arching back, her fingers sliding into me, too. I did as she asked, her wetness making it easier, but god, she was tight. I worked one finger in, then another, making her moan when I twisted them inside and started fucking her.

“Ohhhh god,” she whispered, fucking me back, making it hard to keep my mouth fastened on her pussy, but I managed somehow. “Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Oh god I wish it was a big fat cock!” I groaned, because I’d been thinking of TJ, imagining his cock sliding just where my fingers were, his balls slapping her clit as I licked and licked her. “Don’t stop! Oh yeahyeahyeah, make me come all over your face!”

I couldn’t stop her-or myself-if I tried. She came in a hot, quivering flood, my whole face bathed in her wetness, and I lapped it up, my own climax following within seconds as she moaned against my clit. Her whole mouth covered my mound, her tongue working my clit furiously as she came, and I gave her my orgasm, thrusting my hips, bucking up and offering my wet, spasming pussy to her.

When she went to move, I grabbed her hips, kissing her pussy and thighs, making soft, happy noises, and she giggled as she turned around and lay on top of me, tucking her head under my chin. We laid there for a while, and I knew we should get up and get dressed-truly anyone could walk in; Henry and Liz; the Baumgartners and Gretchen; or TJ could wander downstairs-but I didn’t want to move. Feeling her weight on me, the softness of her breasts pressed against mine, the velvet press of her thighs, it was all just too good.

“Are you okay?” I asked finally, stroking her hair.

She lifted her head, looking at me, her eyes bright. “More than okay.” I smiled, snuggling her closer and pulling a blanket down from the back of the couch to cover us. She was still quivering.

“Janie, I have to tell you something.”

“Hm?” Her voice sounded far away and happy.

“You are truly an amazing writer.”