Flushed from my orgasm and the heat of the shower, I knelt in the tub, turning off the water. I rested my hot cheek against the cool tile for a moment, closing my eyes and feeling the waves of pleasure slowly receding. I felt shy and embarrassed to see him, now, wondering what I would say, what he might say.
When my legs felt steady enough to hold me, I got out of the shower and dried off, wrapping myself in one of the big white bath sheets. My room was across the hall from the bathroom, and the Baumgartner’s was the next room over. The kids’ rooms were at the other end of the hallway.
As I made my way across the hall, I heard Mrs. B’s voice from behind their door. “You want that tight little nineteen-year-old pussy, Doc?”
I stopped, my heart leaping, my breath caught. Oh my God. Were they talking about me? He said something, but it was low, and I couldn’t quite make it out. Then she said, “Just wait until I wax it for you. It’ll be soft and smooth as a baby.”
Shocked, I reached down between my legs, cupping my pussy as if to protect it, standing there transfixed, listening. I stepped closer to their door, seeing it wasn’t completely closed, still trying to hear what they were saying. There wasn’t any noise, now.
“Oh God!” I heard him groan. “Suck it harder.”
My eyes wide, I felt the pulse returning between my thighs, a slow, steady heat. Was she sucking his cock? I remembered what it looked like in his hand-even from a distance, I could tell it was big-much bigger than any of the boys I’d ever been with.
“Ahhhh fuck, Carrie!” He moaned. I bit my lip, hearing Mrs. B’s first name felt so wrong, somehow. “Take it all, baby!”
All?! My jaw dropped as I tried to imagine, pressing my hand over my throbbing mound. Mrs. B said something, but I couldn’t hear it, and as I leaned toward the door, I bumped it with the towel wrapped around my hair. My hand went to my mouth and I took an involuntary step back as the door edged open just a crack. I turned to go to my room, but I knew that they would hear the sound of my door.