Baumgartner Generations: Henry (20 page)

She turned
her back on him, letting her robe drop to her waist, then bending over as she
let it slip over her ass and to the floor. Her panties were completely
see-through—he could see the dark patch of her pubic hair—and wet. Already so
wet. She slapped his hand away playfully again when he reached to touch her, so
he decided to touch himself instead, unzipping his jeans and taking out his
cock.

She gave him
an appreciative look as he began to stroke it, but she clearly wasn’t done with
her show. Her hands moved up her belly to cup her breasts through the
see-through material. They were heavy and full without a bra, her nipples
poking out nicely, and she teased them with the tips of her fingers.

The music
changed, this song slower, and she held her hand out to him. He stood,
shuffling forward before realizing his pants were around his knees. He went to
take them off, but she sank to the floor before he got the chance, working them
down, along with his boxers. He gaped as she slithered back up him like a
snake, her cheek brushing against his crotch, her breasts sliding over his
belly, her tongue tracing over his collarbone and finally touching his as they
kissed.

“Dance with
me,” she murmured, sliding her arms around his neck. Henry hadn’t danced with a
girl since prom, and although he’d probably had a hard-on at the time, it
certainly hadn’t been this exposed. Still, he put his hands at her waist, and
discovered he didn’t have to do much anyway. Toni was doing all the dancing, writhing
in his arms as they continued to kiss.

“Off,” she
insisted, pushing his shirt up, and he pulled it over his head. Now he was completely
naked. She had that greedy look again, her hands moving all over his skin—shoulders,
arms, belly—and then reaching down to cup his balls and grab hold of his hard
cock.

He moaned
softly as she began to stroke it, nice and easy, in time to both the music and
her hips. It was sexy as hell. When she sank slowly down onto the white carpet
to take him into her mouth, there was a moment his knees wanted to buckle, but
he grabbed a handful of her hair instead, biting his lip and closing his eyes
against complete collapse. She wasn’t at it long, thank god, before she pulled
him down to the rug, making him stretch out on his back before climbing on top
of him.

His cock
pointed straight up the ceiling and he had no idea what she was doing to
it—although whatever it was, it felt fucking fantastic—because she had
straddled his face, the see-through crotch of her panties poised directly over
his mouth. He couldn’t resist, but when he went to take them off, or even pull
them aside, she protested.

“Can I at
least lick you through them?” he begged, his hips rocking in time with the
gentle pull of her mouth.

“Okay,” she
relented, her mouth full, and he pressed his tongue flat, working the crotch of
her panties between her swollen lips, making the material even wetter with his
saliva. She didn’t let him do that long either, though, turning around and
straddling his hips this time.

“Well now
you’ve got to take them off,” he teased as she ground her pelvis, his cock
trapped between them. But she proved him wrong. The crotch of her panties
slipped between her pussy lips and was growing ever wetter. She just positioned
her swollen lips around his cock, undulating still, the sensitive head of his
dick slipping again and again through that crevasse.

“Which do
you like better?” she murmured. “My mouth or my pussy?”

He groaned,
hands on her rolling hips. “How can I answer that?”

She reached
between them to grasp his cock, leaning forward and pressing her mouth to his
ear. “Have you ever been in a woman’s ass?”

“No,” he
confessed, gulping. But the idea of it was blackly exciting.

“Want me to
get the butter?” She chuckled as his cock jerked in her hand in response. His
dick was answering for him.

“You’ve done
that before?” he asked, gazing up at her.

“Yes.” She sounded
excited. “It takes a lot of trust, but if you do it right—it’s incredible.”

He kept
seeing it in his head, the puckered wink of her asshole when he was fucking her
from behind. She’d asked him to put a finger there once, and he had, and she’d
really seemed to like it.

“Come on.”
She led him upstairs, which was even more sparsely furnished than the
downstairs. There was just a twin mattress on the floor with a sheet and
covers, unmade, and a small night table in the bedroom she obviously slept in when
she was here. The room was dark, the only light from the full moon shining
through the window. There were no blinds. Those were gone, too.

“I want to
give this to you,” Toni whispered as they rolled together on the mattress. “I
want to be your first.”

He wasn’t
about to refuse her.

She opened
the little night table and pulled out a bottle of KY, joking, “I think it’s
been in there since my honeymoon. Bill and I never used it.”

He didn’t
like thinking about her husband. He didn’t like thinking about her with anyone
else but him.

In the dark,
she rubbed his cock down with KY, making him slick and even harder in her hand.
Then she was on her knees, her bottom in the air, her panties finally gone. His
fingers probed—he couldn’t help it—dipping into the hot flesh of her cunt, her
juices copious. He wanted to plunge into her right then, feel the hot hug of
her pussy, but the thought of her asshole was too intriguing to pass up. And
she was giving it to him willingly. As a gift. It made him feel kind of proud.

“Put your finger
there,” she urged, and he did as he was told, feeling the muscles tighten
involuntarily around the tip of his finger. Would it do that around his cock,
too?  He shivered.

“Fuck my ass
with your finger.” Her words were whispered, a secret in the moonlight, and he
began slowly moving in, up to his first knuckle, then his next, until his
finger was all the way in. Then he began to pull it out. She moaned, rocking
back, pressing it in again. She really seemed to like it.

“Now two,”
she urged. “Use the KY.”

He found it
on the mattress, squeezing some onto his fingers and rubbing them together. She
gasped when he began to work the tips of two fingers into the tight clench of
her ass. Toni took a deep breath and he felt her muscles relax, allowing his
fingers to slip inside of her. His cock made an immediate association,
throbbing in response.

“Yessss,”
she moaned, rocking against his hand, taking his fingers all the way in, again
and again. “That’s good. Oh god that’s good!”

He knelt up
behind her, between her thighs, his fingers moving in deeper, at a different
angle, making Toni buck. His cock, still slick with KY, was so hard he was
leaking precum against her leg. He couldn’t believe how much he wanted this
now.

“Now your
cock,” she insisted, slowing her motions, letting him withdraw his fingers.
“Put it in...easy.”

Henry felt
his way in the dark, moving his cock up and down her crack, finding the
familiar give of her pussy without a problem and then moving further up, over
the tight skin between, until he found the pucker of her ass. He felt her brace
herself, her breathing ragged, and he used his thumb to press the head of his
dick slowly against her.

“Ohhhhh!”
she cried out as just the tip slipped past the tight ring of muscle. “God,
you’re so fucking big!”

He flushed,
his cock snugged nicely into her sphincter, holding her hips to steady them
both. He waited, holding his breath.

“Okay,” she
urged, starting to press back against him, pushing his cock deeper. “Okay,
okay, yes. Do it.”

He groaned
as he shifted his hips forward, feeling her flesh give. It was the most
incredible thing he’d ever felt and he had to tighten every muscle in his body
not to shoot his cum right then.

“Tight,
huh?” Toni laughed and it made his eyes widen when she squeezed her muscles.
“It can get even tighter.”

“It’s so
hot,” he murmured, running both hands over her in the dark. He could see the
white globes of her ass, lit up by the moonlight like rolling hills, and he was
plunging into the valley between. Except it was more like a hot, humid cave. A
very, very narrow one.

“Okay.” Toni
wiggled her bottom into the saddle of his hips. He was all the way in her now,
had plumbed her depths completely. Toni began, and his cock slicked slowly back
out of her, wet with KY, the head rubbing deliciously under that hot circle of
muscle and then sliding back in. “Now you can fuck me.”

He groaned,
digging his fingers into her hips, giving himself some leverage. He wasn’t
going to last long. There was no way. But he was going to enjoy the hell out of
it until it was over.

“Come on,
Henry,” she urged, and he felt her fingers against his balls, nudging them
aside so she could play with her pussy. “Fuck my ass. Give me that hard cock.”

His hips
began to move on their own and Toni moved with him, her soft cries of pleasure
going directly to his swollen cock. Her breath came faster, faster, her fingers
rubbing, her asshole so tight she squeezed him with every pass like he was a
toothpaste tube she was determined to get every last bit of stuff from.

And it was
working, the muscles of her pussy beginning to contract with her orgasm.

“Fuck me
hard!” she begged. “Oh I’m gonna come! I’m gonna—”

Henry
shuddered as her ass contracted, too, milking his cock with every spasm. He
grunted and spilled his cum into the hot clench of her asshole. Beneath him,
Toni quivered, whimpering, and collapsed onto the mattress.

When Henry
curled himself around her, still panting, she pulled the sheet up. They were
both sweaty, their bodies slick.

“Thank you,”
he whispered, kissing her temple.

She
chuckled. “You’re welcome.”

He didn’t
want her to misunderstand. “For that, but…for…everything.”

She reached
back and stroked his cheek. “You’re welcome.”

There wasn’t
anything else left to say. They slept as the snow fell outside and blanketed
everything in white silence.

*
* * *

“I just
gotta make it to this weekend’s game.” Dean kept his voice low, reaching over
and taking one of Henry’s fries. “Then I can pay you back. With frickin’
interest if you want.”

“Come on,
man.” Henry snatched his fries off his tray before Dean could sneak another
one. “You’re into me for five hundred already. How much more do you want?”

“I just need
another five to hold them off. In cash. Nothing I have is liquid. It’s all
been…committed elsewhere.”

Henry sat
back, chewing thoughtfully. He just didn’t have it. His parents were already
angry about his disappearing savings account and they’d told him they weren’t
putting any more money into it until he paid them back. He had no idea how he
was going to do that—unless Dean managed to actually win big. So far, that
hadn’t happened.

“I don’t
have it.” Henry gulped. “I’m sorry.”

Dean closed
his eyes, gritting his teeth. When he opened them, they burned into Henry’s.
“It’s a sure thing. I’m telling you. I promise you will get your money back.”

“How can you
be so sure?”

Dean glanced
around. They were alone at the table, but there were people all around them. He
dropped his voice, leaning in. “Because we’re going to lose the game.”

“We?” Henry
munched another fry.

“Shh!” Dean
grimaced. “Saturday’s game.”

Henry contemplated
it. Dean had a football game on Saturday—U of M against EMU. Then it dawned on
him.

Henry’s jaw
dropped. “You’re throwing the game against Eastern?”

“Shhh!” Dean
nudged him with his knee under the table.

Henry
immediately dropped his voice. “How?”

“You know my
study group?” Dean’s smile was small and tight, waiting for Henry to connect
the dots. He’d supposedly been going to a calculus study group for a few weeks,
but Henry knew it had to be a cover for something, because Dean didn’t study.
He’d said it was mostly guys from the fraternity, all football players…

All
football players.
Henry gaped at him.

“Eastern has
had only had one winning season in twenty years. They’ve gone through eight
coaches.” Dean’s grin widened. “Do you know how big this payoff is going to
be?”

It wasn’t
impossible. Dean had a lot of influence—
a lot.
He could see him seducing
players into jeopardizing the rest of their lives, their careers, for a big
payoff.

“I just need
five-hundred more,” Dean insisted. “And I can hold the bastards off until after
the game.”

“And then
you’re done with gambling forever, right?” Henry asked sarcastically.

Dean held up
two fingers and saluted. “Scout’s honor.”

“I’m tapped
out.” Henry shrugged helplessly. “I can’t borrow any more from my parents.”

“Then borrow
it from your girlfriend.”

“Who?” Henry
blinked at him, sure he was making a crack about Libby, who still hadn’t called
him, even though he’d called her and left a message twice since they’d gotten
back. So much for getting together after break.

“Professor
Franklin.” Dean’s words turned Henry’s blood to ice.
He doesn’t know
,
Henry thought, panicked.
He can’t know!
“I’m sure she’d be willing to
help you out.”

Henry could
barely speak the words. “What? I can’t do that.”

“Sure you
can.” Dean leaned back in his chair, stretching, casual-seeming, but every move
he made was calculated. “You know, I don’t think she’d be too happy if the
university found out what she’s doing with you.”

“You mean…”
Henry gulped.
How? How could he know?
“Tutoring me?”

“No.” Dean’s
eyes flashed. “I mean fucking you.”