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parents had slept with their former
babysitter. And whoever this Dani was, I was sure they had no idea their
parents had more than a friendship with her. Of course, they were young. Relatively
innocent still. Things would change over time. Then Mrs. B spoke and it was
like she had been reading my thoughts.
    “Yes,
but Janie and Henry are getting older. They’re understanding more and more. And
kids always know more than you think they do.”
    Doc
didn’t speak for a few minutes. I sat up in bed, listening, leaning in,
wondering what was happening. Had they gone to sleep? Then Doc spoke.
    “There’s
really nothing wrong with it, you know.”
    Mrs.
B hesitated, and then said, “I know.”
    “Do
you?”
    “Yes.
I mean, I know that in my heart.” She sighed. “But the rest of the world
doesn’t seem to share our views. And we live in the real world.”
    “You
can’t change who you are,” Doc said softly. “I’d be an awfully selfish man if I
insisted you deny your love for women too.”
    “What
if I wanted to love two men?” Mrs. B asked. “Like Dani?”
    “Then
I guess we’d have to talk about that,” he replied readily enough. “I mean it,
Carrie. You can’t change who you are. You love who you love. Like I told
Gretchen tonight.”
    “That
poor girl.” Mrs. B sighed again. “I feel awful for her. Ronnie just left?”
    “She
said she found someone else, but she’s really just running away,” Doc told her.
“Like she ran away from us. But she’s like you, Carrie. She’ll realize it, some
day.”
    “I’m
glad I have you,” Mrs. B was smiling. I could hear it in her voice. “I’m a very
lucky woman.”
    “Yes,
you are.”
    “Oh
shut up.” She laughed.
    “Make
me.”
    “Come
here and I will.”
    “Mmm
I like the sound of that.”
    Then
there weren’t any words for a while. At first I wished they’d shut the door
after all, but I couldn’t help listening. I heard her moans and his groans and
the wet sound of them kissing each other and the more I listened, the more
turned on I was. I was ashamed of my response, just like I had been when I was
listening to Ronnie and Vince, but I couldn’t help it. My pussy ached as I
listened to him licking hers.
    “Oh
God, Doc…” Mrs. B moaned. “Did I ever tell you how good you are at that?”
    “A
few times.” I could hear his grin. “But I never get tired of hearing it.”
    “Ohhhh
God, yes. Lick it, baby.”
    Oh
fuck. My pussy throbbed. I was sopping wet, listening to the sounds of them
having sex. I cupped my hand over my mound, through my panties, rubbing my
swollen vulva. Listening to them was so wrong. And it made me so hot.
    “Here.
Lick my fingers,” Doc offered.
    I
bit my lip to keep from moaning out loud, sliding my fingers under the elastic
leg of my panties and slipping my fingers through my wet slit.
    “Don’t
you miss that taste?” Doc asked.
    She
moaned. “Yes. God yes.”
    I
lifted my fingers to my lips, rubbing my juices over them like gloss, tasting
myself. God, I loved the taste of pussy. And for some reason, it thrilled me to
know that Mrs. B did too. Ronnie said she’d learned to love the taste of a
woman from being with Mrs. B. She’d been a gentle instructor, leading her
easily down the path to corruption.
    I’d
learned to keep those thoughts to myself, given how many people around me
disapproved of my feelings. If my aunt or my previous employer knew what I was
doing or even just thinking, half the time, I would have been out a lot sooner
than I was.
    “You
know how much I love watching you lick a woman until she comes,” Doc growled.
    Oh
my God, I was so wet. I whimpered, sliding my hand between my legs. I was
thinking about all the toys I had at home, but tonight all I had were my
fingers. I thought about Ronnie’s tongue on my clit as I rubbed my fingers
around and around. I thought about Doc’s face, buried between Mrs. B’s wide open
tanned thighs. I thought about burying my own face there, too,