Baumgartner Generations: Henry, page 8
part #5 of The Baumgartners Series
“Come on in!” Dean called and Henry saw him watching Libby undress. “Water’s great!”
“You coming?” Libby peeled her jeans off, leaving them in the pile of her clothes on the floor. Her panties were black, too, with lace trim and had a red bow in the front. He’d dreamed about seeing this much of her, the long limbs, the peaches and cream skin, and he was inflamed at the sight.
“Now who’s chicken?” She stuck out her tongue, turning and walking toward the water.
He’d never gotten out of his clothes so fast.
The water was warm, steam rising around them, and although Henry wanted to sit next to Libby, it was Elaine who reached a hand out to him, patting the surface of the water beside her, and he felt obliged to slide in next to her instead.
“This feels sooooo good.” Elaine rolled her neck from side to side and then dipped her head back, wetting her normally white-blonde hair and making it the color of wet cornstalks. It also made her eyes seem even rounder and bluer.
“It gets better.” Dean reached back and flipped open one of the benches next to the hot tub, pulling out a brand new fifth of Jack Daniels. Henry wondered if it was the one they’d found for the fraternity’s scavenger hunt.
“Cheers, man.” Dean unscrewed the top and took a long swig, passing the bottle to Henry. He took a sip, the alcohol burning his throat, and handed it to Elaine, who was clamoring for it beside him.
“Oooo that’s strong!” she exclaimed, her eyes watering. She handed the bottle over to Libby, who passed it on to Dean without drinking.
Dean studied Libby for a moment and then asked, “Who wants to play a game?”
“What game?” Elaine inquired. Henry felt her hand on his thigh again, her fingernails tickling him.
Dean held the bottle up to the light, considering the amber-colored fluid. “How about Drink or Dare?”
“How do you play?” Henry asked. He was familiar with a few drinking games, but had never played that one.
“Just like Truth or Dare.” Dean took a long pull from the bottle. “But if you pick Truth, you drink twice. If you pick Dare, you only drink once.”
“I don’t know.” Libby was sitting in the corner of the tub, her arms crossed over her chest as if she was cold, although the water had to be eighty degrees.
“I’ll go first.” Dean ignored her. “Henry. Truth or Dare?”
“Truth.” Henry took the bottle, considering it. “Two?” Dean nodded and Henry took two sips, feeling the alcohol burn again as it went down. He nearly choked, though, when he heard Dean’s question.
“Who was the last girl you had sex with?”
“Oh come on.” Henry blinked, eyes watering.
Dean shrugged. “You want a dare instead?”
“Yeah.” Henry set the bottle aside.
“I dare you to kiss Elaine.”
Elaine’s eyes widened, but she turned her face eagerly up toward Henry in anticipation. Okay, get it over with, he told himself. Don’t look at Libby. Don’t think about her. Better this than her hearing about that night with Val…
Elaine moved into the circle of his arms, clearly expecting a real kiss and not just a peck on the cheek. Henry relented, holding her lean, wet body against his. She was so tiny, he felt like he could break her with one snap. When her lips met his, they parted instantly, her tongue seeking entry, and he tasted her, salty popcorn and M&M’s, her breasts mashed against his chest, her leg rubbing between his under the water. She was sweet and light and delicious, and he couldn’t help his response. He just wished she hadn’t felt it against her thigh when she pressed against him, her tongue probing deeper.
“Okay,” Henry breathed, breaking it off. Elaine smiled up at him, eyes half closed, and he knew then that Dean had been right. This girl wanted something—on the rebound, she probably wanted someone to make her feel whole and loveable and attractive again. He saw it in her eyes, felt it in the weight and press of her body against his. She wanted what she wanted and if Henry was willing to offer it, well, that was clearly okay with her.
“Okay,” he said again, clearing his throat, turning back to the other two people in the room. Libby was quiet, watchful. Dean just grinned. Elaine’s hand crept back up Henry’s thigh under the water and he tried to ignore it, but she made that impossible when her hand moved under his boxers. Henry froze, glancing at her. She just gently squeezed and tugged at him. It wasn’t an obvious motion, nothing that would draw attention, but it was clear and intentional. And it felt really fucking good.
“My turn?” A rhetorical question. He tried to keep his reaction to Elaine’s softly stroking hand out of his voice. “Dean. Truth or Dare?”
“I got nothing to hide.” Dean shrugged, accepting the bottle and taking two sips. “Truth.”
But that wasn’t true. Henry found himself suddenly fuming. His roommate had dragged him out of bed and forced him into this situation. Henry was now dating a girl he didn’t know, all the while watching the girl he already knew he liked paired up with his friend all night. And just two nights ago, Dean had brought some girl back to the dorm and had sex with her in their room. Henry had refused to leave, so Dean had told her, “Just ignore him,” and had fucked her anyway.
Henry leveled his gaze at his roommate. “When was the last time you had sex?” He crossed his arms, waiting smugly for the answer.
Dean’s face spread into a slow smile as he held up his hand, waggling his fingers.”Just this morning.”
Henry rolled his eyes. “With a girl!”
“You didn’t ask me that.” Dean winked, ignoring Henry’s reddening face and turned toward Libby, handing her the bottle. “Libby. Truth or Dare?”
She hesitated. Finally, she opened the bottle, taking a drink, and said, gasping through the alcohol, “Dare.”
“Okay…” Dean looked around, speculative. His eyes settled on Elaine. “I dare you to kiss Elaine.”
Elaine laughed and Libby rolled her eyes, but the two girls acquiesced, moving toward each other, meeting in the middle of the hot tub. Henry’s cock immediately missed the girl who had been paying attention to it, but he couldn’t help how much it throbbed in anticipation of seeing the two girls together.
Libby frowned as her roommate wrapped her arms around her neck, glancing back at Dean. “Really?”
He didn’t answer her, just winked and tipped the bottle in her direction before taking a swig. Elaine giggled, leaning in and softly pressing her mouth to Libby’s. Henry watched the two of them together, standing in the middle of the tub, water swirling around their bare thighs. He noticed he could see the outline of Elaine’s nipples through her polka-dotted bra. His cock grew even harder when he saw a flash of pink tongues entwined.
Libby had entered into the whole situation stiffly, all business-like, but the longer the kiss went on, the softer she became, until she was practically melting against her roommate, making soft noises in her throat. Seeing her like that, her tiny nipples visibly hard under her bra, her hair wet and sticking to her shoulders, eyelids fluttering, made him want her more than he ever had.
“Hey,” Libby murmured, breaking the kiss when Elaine’s hand moved toward one of Libby’s little breasts. Elaine’s face was red, although it was hard to tell if that was from the hot tub, the alcohol or the kiss—or maybe a combination of all three. The girls went back to their original positions, both of them flushed.
“Is it hot in here?” Henry croaked. He was fully hard now and glad the water was opaque, whirling around them in heated waves, because goddamned if Elaine’s hand wasn’t back on his dick. He bit his lip, trying to keep from reacting, as she rubbed the head with her thumb.
“Elaine. Truth or Dare?” Libby took the bottle from Dean and handed it across the water to her roommate.
Elaine stuck her tongue out, drinking only once. “Dare.”
“I dare you…” Libby considered, a small smile playing on her lips. “I dare you to take off your bra.”
“Hey!” Elaine protested, her face reddening even more, but she stood, and again, Henry’s cock protested, but perked up as he watched her reaching back to do the clasps. Henry grabbed her hips when she stumbled on one of the steps, catching her before she fell.
“Thanks,” she breathed, turning back to him. She was practically in his lap now and her breath smelled like alcohol. “Will you help me?”
“Uh…” He considered her question, glancing at Libby, whose face was impassive, and then at Dean.
“What’s the matter, Henry? Don’t know how to undo a bra?” his roommate taunted.
Henry did it one-handed, undoing the two hook and eyes quickly. Elaine pulled the straps down, standing up and swinging her bra around her head before letting it go. Dean whooped appreciatively and Henry couldn’t help but stare at the soft swell of her breasts—she was much bustier than Libby—as she settled herself beside him, the nipples dark, dark pink and decidedly hard. They made his mouth water.
As if she could read his thoughts, Elaine turned her gaze toward him, and returned her hand to its previous employment. Henry shifted, giving her better access. She smiled, still pretending nothing was happening, nothing at all.
“Libby.” Elaine reached across with the bottle, handing it back to her roommate, and Henry had a feeling it was time for some payback. “Truth or Dare?”
“Truth.” Libby opened the bottle, grimacing as she took first one swig, then another. He should have been thinking of Libby, and in truth, he was. But Elaine’s hand was moving, tugging, twisting, and generally making it impossible to forget she was sitting next to him half-naked.
Then Elaine leaned forward, eyes bright. “When was the last time you masturbated, where were you, and what were you fantasizing about when you did it?”
Libby gaped at her. “Isn’t that, like, three questions?”
“Do you want a dare?” Dean countered.
Henry turned his head back and forth between them, trying to decipher what was going on. It wasn’t easy to do with Elaine’s hand wrapped around his cock.
Libby crossed her arms and snapped, “Three days ago. In the shower. Brad Pitt.”
“Brad Pitt?” Henry snorted. “Really?” He couldn’t help it. Although the thought of Libby masturbating made his cock swell in Elaine’s greedy hand.
“Okay, no, not really.” She smiled in spite of herself. “But I’m not telling you who I was thinking about.”
Dean scanned her face, speculative. “She didn’t ask who, she asked what.”
“Fine, but it’s really boring.” Libby was blushing in spite of her protest. It just made Henry want her more. “I was just fantasizing about…sex in the shower.”
“What kind of sex?” Dean asked. “Oral sex? Intercourse? Inquiring minds want to know…”
Okay, it was true, Henry did want to know. But he didn’t want Dean to know.
“Isn’t it my turn?” Libby asked, handing Dean the bottle. “Dean. Truth or Dare?”
“Dare.” He took one swig, but it was a long one.
“Dare? Really?” Libby frowned, slowly examining the room. Finally, her gaze fell on her roommate. “I dare you…to kiss Elaine.”
Elaine was surprised out of her preoccupation between Henry’s thighs as Dean moved through the water with the speed of a viper, grabbing and tongue-kissing her. Henry heard Elaine protest before Dean’s mouth covered hers and Henry didn’t know if Libby saw it from where she was sitting, but Dean’s hand was squeezing Elaine’s bare breast, twisting her nipple.
“Hey,” Elaine protested, but Dean was back over on the other side of the tub in a flash. Elaine settled herself back next to Henry, still breathless, and he slipped a protective arm around her bare waist. She wedged herself closer still, and she rewarded him by reaching right back down to grab his cock, as if it was a steel bar and her hand a soft, velvet magnet.
“Libby.” Dean handed the bottle to her. “Truth or Dare?”
“Truth.” She started to take her two sips.
Dean cocked his head at her, eyes narrowing, and asked, “Why were you fired from the paper for last year?”
Libby gasped, still on her last swig of alcohol, choking out, “I meant Dare!”
“Okay,” he agreed, leaning back. “I dare you to strip naked.”
“Come on,” Libby protested, eyes flashing.
Dean shrugged. “Okay, you can answer the Truth.”
Libby stood defiantly, reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra. Henry thought he saw her chin quiver. The alcohol was making his blood warm, the world hazy, but even drunk and incredibly horny, he knew this was getting out of hand.
“You don’t have to,” Henry said, but Libby waved him away, sliding her bra straps down and tossing it to the side of the tub. After that, he couldn’t speak or even think, and wouldn’t have protested again even if he could have. She was just too beautiful for him to comprehend, more beautiful than he’d imagined and yet just as he’d dreamed.
When she took her panties off, tossing those aside, too, he glimpsed a thrilling view of a triangle of naturally red pubic hair before she sat, sinking under the cover of the water, arms across her chest.
“Henry.” Libby handed him the bottle and her fingers brushed his. Maybe even intentionally, he thought, because they lingered there too long, as did her gaze on him. “Truth or Dare?”
“Truth.” He would have told her anything. Anything at all. He took two swigs of alcohol, his head swimming.
She smiled, and it was clearly just for him. “Blondes, brunettes, or redheads?”
“Redheads,” he assured her, and seeing the way her eyes brightened at his response made his cock harder than it had been all night.
“Hey!” Beside him, Elaine protested, punching him in the shoulder. She did that with the hand not busy under his boxers. It was more annoying than painful, and he turned his attention reluctantly back to the girl he was supposed to be out on a date with.
“Elaine.” He handed her the Jack Daniels. “Truth or Dare?”
“Truth.” She took two greedy pulls on the bottle, eyes bright.
He couldn’t think of anything, so he asked the first question that came to his mind when he thought of Elaine. “Team Edward or Team Jacob?”
She laughed. “Are you kidding me? Team Jacob, all the way.” Turning, she handed the bottle over. “Dean. Truth or Dare?”
“Truth.” He took two very long drinks. The bottle was now half-gone.
“Who was the last girl you had sex with?” Elaine asked and Henry felt her fingernails again, tickling his balls this time. He glanced over at Dean, realizing his roommate was caught. He was going to have to admit it, unless he switched to a Dare. Although Henry secretly hoped he wouldn’t. Considering the direction the game had gone tonight, he didn’t want to imagine what Elaine might dare him to do.
“Missy Kline,” Dean confessed.
“Hey, she’s in my psych class!” Elaine was getting very drunk, very fast, already starting to slur her words. “When?”
“You didn’t ask me that.” Dean’s teeth flashed as he handed her back the bottle. “Elaine. Truth or Dare.”
“Truth.” She took two drinks, her eyes glazed.
Dean moved in for the kill. “Why did your boyfriend break up with you?”
“No,” Libby protested, glaring at Dean.
“Dare.” Elaine changed her mind, shaking her head. “I’ll take a Dare.”
“Okay…I dare you to…” Dean studied the room, first Libby, who continued to glare at him, then Henry and Elaine. Making up his mind, he looked at his roommate as he said, “I dare you to give Henry a blowjob. While we all watch.”
“Uh…no.” Henry was already protesting, moving away from the girl beside him. “I don’t think so.”
“Oh come on, Henry.” Dean waggled his eyebrows. “You know you get off on being watched.”
“Hey…” Henry gave him a dirty look, but Elaine was moving toward him, her hand already up under his boxers. He gulped, meeting her bleary eyes. “You don’t have to.”
Elaine turned, sticking her tongue out at Dean. “I’m not doing this because you dared me to.”
And then she was on him, pushing Henry back so he was sitting on the edge of the tub and climbing into his lap, her hand still in his boxers.
“Elaine!”
Henry heard Libby protest and knew it was a bad idea, that he needed to stop this, right now. But Elaine was crawling all over him, and although she was tiny, it felt like the girl had a thousand hands. Once she had his boxers down and his cock in her mouth, it was all over. He hadn’t jerked off in…hell, he didn’t know how long. A week at least. And he was aching to come after all Elaine’s attention—that, coupled with their suggestive game of Truth or Dare and sitting in the hot tub with two naked girls, was his downfall.
He didn’t stand a chance.
“Wait!” That’s all he managed as Elaine stroked his shaft, her mouth and tongue like slick, hot silk up and down his cock. She sucked him fast and hard, her bare breasts rubbing up against him. He could feel her hard nipples brushing against his thighs as she worked his dick in and out of her hot little mouth. He glanced down at her wet, blonde head, her big, blue eyes tilted up at him, and groaned. No way. He was going to come in her mouth. Just like that. He couldn’t stop anything now.
“Oh fuck.” He closed his eyes, grimacing, his balls drawn up tight, and when she cupped them, her fingernails lightly raking there as if she could coax his cum out with the motion, he gave her just what she was looking for.
Henry groaned, his hips bucking, spilling his cum into her greedy mouth. He knew there would be a lot and he heard her gag, but he couldn’t stop thrusting. Her mouth felt so fucking good! He grabbed her hair and she whimpered a protest as he shuddered and shoved himself in deeper, wanting more of her tongue, that sweet, lashing, pink tongue.
“Sorry,” Henry gasped, the first bit of awareness coming back to him. He heard Dean swearing, saying something about the hot tub.
