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“Oh yesss!” She shuddered with the first touch of my tongue to the sweet button of her clit and I began to lick her, slowly at first, moving the nub of flesh back and forth, then faster as she began to rock and moan. I could feel her breasts pressed against my belly, her nipples hard, and I squeezed my own, sending shockwaves down to my aching clit.

“Gretchen,” I managed to whisper in the darkness, the flutter of her tongue about to send me over, and she knew the sound and feel of me about to come, she knew, because she quickly focused her efforts, her mouth covering my mound and sucking hard on my clit. “Ohhh fuck! Ohhhh!”

I remembered where we were and tried to be quiet, burying my face in the musky taste and smell of her pussy to muffle the sounds of my orgasm as I bucked underneath her. I shuddered with the sensation, my pussy throbbing, but she didn’t let up, her mouth fastened tight, sucking every last bit of my climax from me.

“Stop, stop,” I begged, pushing my hips up, trying to free myself, the feeling too much now. She turned quickly, not letting me transition from floating, distant pleasure to more immediate thoughts, straddling first my thigh, and then shifting so her pussy rubbed teasingly against my own still pulsing one.

“Remember this?” she whispered in the dark, and I broke, then, nodding, reaching for her. I couldn’t deny it anymore. I remembered…everything. The taste, the smell, the feel, the sound of her, and there was nothing that could keep me from her now.

“I missed you so much,” I confessed, pulling her close, kissing her deeply.

She made a soft noise in her throat as our tongues touched, her hips moving in slow, distracting circles.

“I’m sorry,” I gasped when we broke for air and she sat up on me again, rocking. “I was so stupid… just young and stupid…”

Gretchen pressed her fingers to my lips. “Shh. You’re here now. It doesn’t matter.”

I didn’t quite think that was the truth, but I didn’t argue as she pulled my hands up to her breasts and rubbed her pussy against mine, back and forth, the wet, slapping sound of our flesh filling the room. Her nipples were hard and I rolled and pulled at them, making her rock faster between my legs.

“Make me come,” she whispered, as if I were doing anything-she was doing all the work, riding faster, harder, her breath coming in shallow gasps. “Oh please, oh baby, now, now, now…”

I squeezed her nipples hard and she arched, quivering as her climax began, her pussy trapping the heat of it between us, her body bucking, giving it to me, as if she could force her orgasm into or through me somehow. I held her as she came, when she collapsed onto me, breathless and still trembling, her body covered with a fine sheen of sweat.

“Oh my god,” she murmured, cuddling into me, pulling the covers up over us both. “I forgot…” She kissed my cheek, my chin. “So good…”

“Mmm,” I agreed, closing my eyes and trying not to feel the wave of guilt that washed over me suddenly, trying not think about TJ, trying to remember that he’d given me permission to be doing just this, reconnecting in just this way with an old friend…and lover.

“I don’t want to lose you again.” Gretchen’s voice was small and my eyes opened at the sound. I didn’t know what to say to her. I had no idea where any of this was going…and maybe I didn’t want to know. But I was filled with regret for hurting her so long ago, and wanted, somehow, to make it up to her.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, hugging her shoulder, pulling her close so I could kiss the top of her head. “I’m just so sorry.”

The silence stretched and I stroked her hair, wondering what she was thinking. I didn’t know how she couldn’t hate me for finding some guy and taking off on her like she’d been some bad dream I didn’t want to remember. I hated myself for it, I realized, glad for the darkness covering the red heat of my cheeks.

“I’m going back to school starting in January,” she declared, sounding proud.

“You are?” I smiled. “What for?”

“Photography.”

I nodded, smiling now, too, remember the amazing pictures she took. The Baumgartners Christmas card was always one of Gretchen’s photos.

“Wow. Good for you, Gretchen.”

She shrugged. “Can’t be a nanny forever.”

“I guess not,” I agreed.

“I’ll be in California for two years,” she confessed, snuggling closer. “But I don’t want to lose touch again, like we did…”

I sighed, shaking my head. “It was my fault…”

“I don’t care,” she insisted, kissing the top of my breast and sliding a leg over mine. “I just don’t want to lose touch. Promise me.”

“I promise,” I whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

“Stop.” She lifted her head to look at me. I saw the glint of her eyes and wondered if she had tears in them, like I did. “I love you, Ronnie. I always have.”

“Yeah,” I choked, kissing her and feeling one of her tears-or was it mine? — slip between our lips. “I always loved you, too.”