Baumgartner Generations: Henry (19 page)

When he
looked down, he saw her hand moving up under her skirt and the thought of her
pussy, wet and getting wetter, made him crazy with lust. He had to have her. A
blowjob in the library basement just wasn’t going to be good enough to tide him
over. He would have to spend all night in his dorm room without her warmth, the
soft press of her body against his, until they met again in her office tomorrow,
and he would spend that time remembering. He had been doing just that, every
minute they were apart, since the afternoon in her office when they’d first
given in.

“I want
you,” he breathed, grabbing her by the hair and slowly pulling her mouth off
his cock with a soft, wet popping sound. It wasn’t easy to break the suction.
Her mouth was red, lips swollen, chest heaving. She wanted him too. “I want to
fuck you.”

She glanced
first right, then left. They both listened and heard nothing but the hum of the
lights and their own labored breathing, so Toni stood, putting her arms around
Henry’s neck and kissing him. Their tongues stabbed and probed, and he couldn’t
keep his hands off her, grabbing her breasts through her blouse, her nipples
hard, reaching a hand between her legs to feel her heat.

“Gimme that
cunt,” he growled, turning her around and bending her nearly in half. She had
to grab onto the edge of one of the shelves to keep from stumbling as he shoved
the silky burgundy skirt she was wearing up over her hips, snatching down her
panties. They were white, see-through, and the crotch was soaked.
How long
has she been imagining this?
he wondered.

“Henry,” she
whimpered as he swabbed the whole length of her pussy with the head of his
dick, tickling her clit before finding her hole, lining himself up and grabbing
her hips. She whimpered when he entered her, his thumbs parting her behind,
seeing her asshole winking at him, his cock sinking into her flesh. He couldn’t
get enough of this, couldn’t ever get enough.

“Oh fuck,”
he breathed as she reached a hand between her legs, her fingers brushing his
swinging balls, her nails scratching gently along the length of his wet cock as
he shoved into her. Then she was touching herself, rubbing her clit, getting
herself off.

“Don’t
stop,” she whispered, planting her feet wider, rocking her hips up and back.
“Oh, please. Please.”

There wasn’t
a chance in hell. Henry gripped her ass, shoving deep into her cunt, fucking
her so hard they vibrated the shelves, and neither of them noticed or cared.
Toni was close, he knew her sounds now, and Henry didn’t think he could wait
another minute. His cock had a mind of its own, wanting nothing but to bury
itself into her wet recesses and give her everything it could.

“Toni,” he warned,
feeling her fingers slapping against her pussy, teasing herself, so close now
but wanting to make it last. “I’m gonna come!”

There was
nothing to do but hold on, feeling her shudder in response to his words, unable
to keep her own imminent climax at bay. Toni reached out blindly with one hand,
grasping books instead of the shelf, letting them fall to the floor before
steadying herself, her breath coming in hot pants as she ground her hips back
against him, the first wave of his orgasm hitting like a tsunami.

“Ohhhh!” He
couldn’t help his sudden groan, but he stifled it the best he could, his belly contracting
again and again, the sensation only heightened when he saw his cock pulsing,
emptying itself into Toni’s fluttering cunt.

They found
their way into each other’s arms, kissing, breathless, trying to quickly pull
their clothes back on, as aware now that they were in a public place as they’d
been oblivious to it a moment before. Henry made sure the coast was clear
before they snuck back down the aisle to the table where they’d left their
things.

“Think we
can get some work done now?” Toni teased.

“Maybe.”
Henry turned his attention to their lesson, his ears still ringing. Their
little rendezvous in the stacks had gone unnoticed by anyone, he was sure of
it, but his heart galloped in his chest when the elevator bell dinged and he
saw the edge of a library book cart appear around the corner.

He didn’t
think Toni noticed him sneaking glances at Libby as she pushed the cart into
the stacks for reshelving. And Libby, thankfully, didn’t see them, at least not
until she came back their way half an hour later, the cart empty, and by then
both he and Toni had regained most of their composure and were deep into their
lesson.

Libby saw
him that time, though—he was sure of it. She half-lifted her hand in a wave and
then seemed to change her mind when she saw the professor. Henry half-returned
the gesture while Toni was digging in her satchel for her colored transparencies,
but he didn’t think Libby saw it.

Chapter
Eight

“I suck.”
Henry slumped on his sister’s bed, watching her gazing into her dresser mirror,
twisting her long blonde hair up onto the top of her head. “I didn’t get anyone
anything.”

“No one
expects you to.” Janie took out the bobby pin she’d been holding between her
teeth and shoved it in her hair. “You’re a poor college student.”

“Yeah, but
Mom put money in my account so I could buy everyone gifts.”

Janie
snorted. “Let me guess. It turned into beer money?”

“No, I
loaned it to a friend,” he admitted. He hadn’t told anyone else how Dean was
borrowing money, or why. He’d put it together, of course—Marcus was running the
betting ring out of the frat, and Dean had a serious gambling problem. He was a
bottomless pit, and the times Henry had said no, Dean had managed to make his
life pretty miserable. Socially, it was easier to say yes. Of course, it was
harder on the wallet.

“A girl?”

He shook his
head. “My roommate, actually.”

“What for,
so he could spend it on beer?”

“Not
exactly.” It was a hell of a lot more than beer money, Henry thought.

“You
shouldn’t loan friends money.” Janie turned from the mirror, frowning at him. “Seriously.
It’s not good.”

Henry
decided to change the subject. “Hey, Janie, do girls have a code?”

“A code?”
She cocked her head, curious. “What do you mean?”

“You know.”
He flushed. “Like guys have the ‘Bros Before Hoes’ thing.”

Janie
laughed. “Well yeah. Except we aren’t so adolescent about it.”

If only
Dean had respected the code in the first place
, Henry thought,
instead
of making everything into a damned competition
. “So let’s say your roommate
dated a guy once…would you consider him off-limits?”

“Yeah,”
Janie agreed. “Probably. I assume you’re the guy in this scenario?”

Henry nodded
miserably. “Is there any way to get a girl to break the code?”

“Sort of.” Janie
smiled, coming to sit on her bed next to him. “So, who’s this girl?”

“Her name’s
Libby.” He wasn’t ready to give up too much more.

“And you
dated her roommate?”

“Once,” he
reiterated. “Just one time. Dean set me up.”
In more ways than one
, he
thought bitterly.

“Well, if I
was Libby, and I liked you enough,” Janie said, qualifying her statement. “I’d
talk to my roommate and ask her if she minded. It was just one date, after all.”

Henry
considered this, musing out loud, “Maybe I should talk to Elaine…”

“That’s the
roommate?” Janie asked. “Was she into you?”

He remembered
the way Elaine had kissed him, had snuck her hand under the water to stroke
him, how she’d practically jumped at the chance to…

“You could
say that.”

Janie cocked
her head at him again, frowning. “But you only went on one date.”

“Yeah.”

She made a
face. “She couldn’t have been
that
into you!”

“We got kind
of drunk,” he admitted sheepishly.

“Just
because you had sex with her doesn’t mean anything. Necessarily.” Janie waved
the idea away. “Did you have sex with her?”

“Hang on.” Henry
dug his phone out of his pocket. He knew it was Toni—his ringtone for her was
Bolero.
“I gotta take this.”

“Is it
Libby?” Janie tried to look over his shoulder, but he got up and headed toward
the door.

“Hi,” he
said, flipping open his phone and ignoring his sister making faces at him as he
went down the hall to his room.

“I miss
you.” Her voice was thick as honey.

“I know,” he
admitted, closing his door. “I miss you, too.”

Here he was
asking his sister advice about Libby, but it was Toni he was talking to. What
was wrong with this picture? He’d fallen head first—or maybe leapt was more
accurate—into this thing with Toni and it was like a snowball going downhill,
just picking up speed as it rolled along.

“You know
I’m right around the block,” she reminded him.

He hadn’t
forgotten. She had an apartment on campus—one he’d been invited to twice
now—but the house she’d lived in with her husband was just kitty-korner from
his parents’ place. If he peered out his sister’s window, he could have seen
her backyard, and maybe even the “For Sale” sign posted out front, from that
angle. No one lived in the house at the moment—Toni’s soon-to-be ex had taken a
job somewhere on the east coast—but she had mentioned she was going to get it
into “for-sale” condition over break.

“It’s weird.
You’re closer now than when we’re at school,” he said.

“Do you want
to come over?”

He could
almost see the smile playing on her lips. “Do you really have to ask?”

“How long?”

“Give me ten
minutes.”

*
* * *

No one asked
him where he was going.

The walk
around the block was short and Henry left footprints like breadcrumbs leading
the way home. The snow they’d predicted was just beginning to fall, a light
dusting, making the neighborhood lawns sugary in the moonlight. The flakes were
big and fat, though, and he caught one on his tongue like a little kid as he
took Toni’s front steps two at a time to ring her bell.

He waited,
glancing around at the other houses, wondering what her neighbors would say. It
was dark, though, the streetlights on. No one around. Safe enough.

“Hey sexy.”
She was ready for bed, standing there barefoot, her hair falling all around her
shoulders. She wore a silk robe, a red and gold oriental print. “Cold out
there?”

“Uh-huh,” he
agreed, stepping in and out of the way so she could close the door behind him.
“Warm in here, though.”

“Warmer now,”
she agreed, turning and putting her arms around his neck, pressing him against
the door, her mouth seeking his. He kissed her slowly, lost in the soft
exploration of her tongue, her hands already unzipping his jacket, caressing
the hard planes of his belly as she pushed up his shirt.

“What, no
small talk?” Henry teased, sliding his hands down to cup her ass through the
silky material. “Aren’t we going to make popcorn, watch a movie, talk about
politics?”

“I voted for
Obama,” Toni confessed, sliding her fingers through his belt loops and pulling
his pelvis in toward hers. “Do you think I need a spanking?”

“You just
might.” He smirked. “You’re probably right—the last time we watched a movie,
horrible things happened with butter.”

“Oh, I don’t
know if it was so terrible.” Toni led him into the living room by his belt loop
and Henry’s cock immediately perked up at her words. He hadn’t caught much of
The
Last Tango in Paris
, considering where Toni’s hand had been the whole time,
but he definitely knew Brando had anally raped his little affair on the
apartment floor using only butter as a lubricant—and Toni thought, what? That
was okay? Was she into that? Now he was curious.

“You want
something to drink?” Toni offered, picking up a remote and turning on an iPod
unit with it. She had a fire lit in the gas fireplace and it was quite warm.
“Coke? Wine?” She lifted her own glass from the fireplace mantel. “Beer?”

“I’m
underage,” he snorted. Not that it had ever stopped him before.

“Don’t
remind me.” She laughed.

“Nah, I’m
good,” he assured her, flopping down onto the couch. It was white, just like
the carpet, and he thought it was a good thing they never had kids. Or maybe
they had nice things because there were never any kids around to ruin them. It
was sparsely furnished, just the couch and a table with a lamp—no television.
Must not have had room for this stuff in her apartment, he thought.

“Yes, you
are,” she teased. “Very good.”

She was
watching him with hungry eyes. He knew that expression. Sometimes it would come
over her in the middle of a tutoring session. He would catch her gaze moving
down to the crotch of his jeans, that soft, dreamy look on her face. And the
minute his eyes met hers, they turned greedy.

“Come here.”
He patted the couch beside him and she made her way over, slow, sexy, that
smile curled at the corner of her mouth. As she walked, she undid her robe,
letting the silky material fall open. She was wearing a white see-through teddy
underneath and panties to match. He could see her nipples and the dark triangle
of her pubic hair.

“Mmmm.”
Henry’s hand moved down over the crotch of his jeans, adjusting. With his
other, he reached for her, catching the elastic edge of her panties. “Gimme.”

“Greedy
boy.” She gently shoved his hand away, but damn, she was so hard to resist, the
way her hips moved like that. “Don’t touch.”

She used the
remote to turn up the iPod and then tossed it next to him on the couch. It was
some blues song, nothing he recognized, but it had a steady beat that her hips
seemed to sway to all on their own.

“God,” he
breathed as she gyrated slowly between his thighs, lifting her long dark hair
and letting it fall, dropping her robe off one shoulder, then the next. “You’re
beautiful.”