Baumgartner Generations: Henry (13 page)

“Hey, boys.”
The sound of her voice made Henry’s mouth go dry. It brought that whole night
back into focus, which was both exciting and embarrassing at once.

“Hey, Val.”
Cody tipped his bottle at her. “Want a beer?”

“No thanks.”
She plopped down onto the couch next to Henry, sitting close enough that her
thigh brushed his when she crossed her legs. “How you doing, Henry?”

“Fine.”

Dean swore
again, stalking away from the television, and Henry glanced at the score. The
Lions were down by twenty-one and it was only half-time.

“I need more
alcohol,” Dean grumbled, walking by them.

Val crinkled
her nose. She had a diamond stud in it. “What’s his problem?”

“I think he
bet on the wrong team,” Cody piped up.

“I hate it
when that happens.” Val’s reply was directed at Cody, but she didn’t stop focusing
on Henry. He could feel her gaze on him.

“So where’s Marcus?”
Henry took a swig of his beer, pretending to be interested in the half-time
show. Cheerleaders—what was there not to like?

“He’s on a
date.”

Henry
startled, glancing over at her. “A…date?”

“Yeah.” Her
smile was slow, her mouth curling at the corners, and he couldn’t help but
remember how it felt when she kissed him. “We’re not exclusive. We have an
arrangement.”

“Ah.” Henry
looked back to the television.

“Besides,
I’m tired of being a sports widow,” Val pouted, crossing her arms and pushing
her not inconsiderable breasts up. He could remember every luscious inch of
them. He tried to distract himself with the television, thinking about Libby.
She wouldn’t call him back. He’d even tried going through Elaine, but she
wouldn’t call him either.

“So what
sport is he widowing you for?” Cody prodded Val.

She rolled
her eyes. “Every sport.”

Val turned
her attention toward Henry again, not letting up as she leaned in and whispered
to him, her breath warm. “So how are you liking your prize?”

“Uh…” He
shifted on the couch, feeling her breasts pressing against his arm, warm and
soft and full.

“I liked
watching you.” Her breath smelled like alcohol and cherries. He didn’t say
anything, but her lips were so close they brushed his ear, making him shiver. “It
turns me on, watching guys get off like that.”

He gulped
down another long swig of beer, finishing off the bottle, not saying a word.

“And you
were so incredible.” Her voice dropped into an even softer range, the words
meant just for him. “I couldn’t believe how you just kept going. You got hard
again so
fast.”

Cody was
watching them. Henry cleared his throat. “It’s a gift, I guess.”

“Want to do
it again?” she murmured, her fingernails tickling the back of his neck.

He glanced
from the television to Cody and then back again. It was hardly a question. Did
he want to? Hell yes. But it was probably not the best idea in the world…

“What dorm
are you in?” Her teeth grazed his earlobe. She had him so hard his cock felt
like it was bent in half.

“Mosher-Jordan.”

“Nice.” Val
raised her finely plucked eyebrows. “Private bathroom and just two freshmen to
a room? What did you do to get that gig?”

He shrugged.
“Won the lottery, I guess.”

She stood,
reaching out her hand. “Come on. I have a car.”

How was he
going to tell her no? The short answer was—he wasn’t. Standing, he took her
hand and ignored Cody’s dropped jaw. “Tell Dean I went to the dorm. Tell him
not to hurry back.”

Cody tipped
his beer. “Will do.”

Val drove a
white Mazda stick-shift and Henry grabbed the dashboard as she zipped through
campus.

Henry tried
to start a conversation. “So…are you a sophomore?”

“We don’t
have to make small talk.” Val smiled that Cheshire cat smile, her hand moving
to the back of his neck again. Her nails scraping his skin made him instantly
hard. Hard
er.
If that was possible. “We’re going back to your room so we
can fuck.”

Well. That
cleared things up.

“I’m a
junior.” Her hand moved back to the gearshift as she slowed for a light.
“Pre-law. What else do you want to know?”

“Uhh…”

She was
shifting again, turning corners faster than he could take a breath, teasing
him, “I would think you already saw everything you needed to…”

“What’s your
favorite movie?” He tried to change the subject, grabbing the dashboard with
both hands as she pulled into the dorm parking lot, searching for a space.

“Lady and
the Tramp.”

“The Disney
one?” He gaped at her. “How come?”

“The
spaghetti scene.” She pulled the car into a handicapped spot near the door,
putting it in park. “I’m a hopeless romantic.”

“You are?”
Henry moved to open his door as she got out of the car.

“Why?” She
laughed, meeting him around the front of the Mazda, and they stood together
under the light of a streetlamp. “Did you think girls couldn’t be romantic and
still want to have sex?”

“No…I…” He noted
her car. “You know, you could get a ticket if you park here.”

“I live
dangerously.” She snaked one arm around his neck, her mouth close, but not
quite kissing him. Her other hand reached between his legs, grabbing his crotch
and making him jump. “Come on, big boy. I want to play with that toy of yours.”
She squeezed him through his jeans, thick and throbbing. “And maybe we’ll get
around to using your Fleshlight, too.”

They
couldn’t get up to his dorm room fast enough.

“Can’t you
just use any color sock?” Val laughed as he dug through his drawers, searching
for a black one. “How about we just do this?” She peeled off her sweater,
revealing a black lacy bra underneath. He stopped digging through his drawers,
watching as she unhooked it, letting her breasts free, and then opened the door
to tie it onto the handle.

“Val!” he
hissed, pulling her back into the room. “What if someone saw you?”

“I’m a bit
of an exhibitionist.” She laughed, pressing him back against the door and
locking it, her hands moving up under his shirt. “If you hadn’t noticed.”

Her mouth turned
up to his and he kissed her, wanting to feel that again, her tongue, her lips,
oh, her mouth was so
soft.
His hands found their way to her breasts,
wanting to feel the weight of them. She melted against him, moaning when he
thumbed her hard, dark nipples.

“I think you
have something for me.” Val dropped to her knees, unfastening his belt and
unsnapping his jeans. There was no doubt about it, he was incredibly hard, and
she tugged his pants and boxers down, letting his cock free. “Oh, now that’s
nice…”

“Mmmm,”
Henry agreed, closing his eyes as she stroked him in her hand first, and then
took him into her mouth. Oh god, her mouth. Henry glanced down, seeing her eyes
turned up, her tongue circling the head of his dick.

“I’m so
wet.” She whispered the words against his shaft as she licked down toward his
balls. Henry thought about the sweet clutch of her cunt, his cock jumping at
the memory. It had all gone so fast that night. Now he wanted to really take
his time and explore her.

But Val had
other plans.

“Get on the
bed.” She stood, tugging at his cock, drawing him further into the room. He
stepped out of his boxers and jeans, toeing off his shoes, letting her lead him
toward the bed by pulling on his dick. “Which one is yours?”

He pointed
toward the one on the left with the Hudson Bay blanket as a bedspread. She
pulled back the covers, pushing him down.

“Take off
your shirt.”

He did as
she asked, tossing it on the floor as she turned and backed up toward the bed.

“Do me?”

He unzipped
her skirt, his hand moving over the soft, pale flesh of her bare back, dipping
his fingers into the two dimples above her ass as she wiggled out of the skirt.
Her panties were red and she wasn’t wearing any stockings. Instead of turning
toward him, she bent over, giving him a nice, full view of her ass. He ran his
hand over the edge of her panties, following the elastic down between her
thighs with his finger.

“Where’s
your new toy?” she murmured, protesting when he tried to pull her panties
aside.

“Under the
bed. In a box.”

She got down
on her knees, finding the box and pulling it out. “Oooo a boy scout.” She held
up a tube of KY gel. “Are you always so prepared?”

“I try.”

Val took the
top off the Fleshlight, exploring the soft, flesh-like folds of the pussy
inside with her fingers. “Wow, it looks so real.” He watched, breathless, as
she brought the synthetic pussy up close, studying it. Then she reached her
tongue out to lick it, right on the little clit.

Henry
groaned, his hand moving down to clutch himself.

“You like
that?” She flicked her tongue against the clit, then dipped down to press it
into the hole. “Have you licked it? Tell me the truth.”

“I did,” he said,
and then confessed, “I was thinking of you.”

Her eyes lit
up. “Were you?” She opened the KY, squirting some onto her fingers and then
rubbing it over the Fleshlight. Her fingers slipped inside and he saw her bite
her lip as she felt around in there, all the soft raised edges and ridges that
felt so damned good sliding down over his dick. She fingered the toy gently,
letting him watch as she explored.

“I want to
see.” She handed him the toy, gazing at his crotch. “Do it for me.”

Henry took
it, slowly rubbing the head of his cock over the soft flesh, teasing. He loved
the feel of the pussy lips parting for him, giving in.

“Ohhh,” Val
breathed when he took it in both hands and slid it all the way down, burying
himself inside. The sensation was heaven and Henry let out a long, shuddering
breath. “Does it feel good?”

“Mmm,” he
agreed, rocking his hips up.

“Do it,” she
urged, standing next to the bed, admiring him. He could see the outline of her
cunt, a wet spot on the crotch of her panties, and he felt his cock swell inside
the toy at the sight of her. “Fuck that tight little pussy for me.”

He groaned,
using both hands to start, making long, even strokes up and down. Val watched,
her breath coming faster, her heavy breasts swaying as she reached between her
legs, rubbing herself through her panties. The times he had played with the toy
by himself, he’d maybe had the stimulation of some porn or his own imagination,
but not since that night at the frat house had he had such a sexy, live show.
He was ready to explode. He closed his eyes, slowing, not wanting to come yet.

“What are
you thinking about?” Val’s voice was breathless as she knelt next to him on the
bed, her hand inside her panties now, clearly rubbing. He wanted to see.

“Licking
you.” It wasn’t
really
what he was thinking about—he’d been trying hard
not to come, so he was holding back—but it was definitely what he wanted.

“Do you want
to lick me while you do that?” She seemed to like the idea and before he knew
it, she was straddling him, facing the wall, thighs spread, panties still on as
she settled herself over his face. He had to hold the Fleshlight very still
because just the smell of her pussy, that sweet, musky scent, made him want to
come.

“You want
it?” she teased, rubbing one finger up and down her slit through her panties.
“You wanna lick that wet cunt?”

His cock
jumped and he clenched his ass, watching as she pulled her panties aside,
showing him. It was hard to believe he’d been inside of her, had fucked her,
had watched and felt her come. It was like a dream. Had that really been him?
Had it been real?

“There she
is.” Val nudged her clit with her fingernail, shivering. He could see how hard
her nipples were, the skin around them puckered. “I bet she tastes better than
your Fleshlight.”

Henry was
sure of it. He was actually salivating as she lowered her pussy to his eager mouth.
He moaned almost as loudly as she did when he parted her lips with his tongue,
sucking at her clit, tasting her. He’d only ever done it once before, but he
had imagined doing it a thousand, a million times, and his eagerness made up
for any lack of skill.

“Oh!” Val’s
hands moved up to her breasts, cupping them, her hips beginning to rock. She
was wet—she hadn’t been kidding—very, very wet. Her juices coated his tongue,
his chin, his cheeks, her hips rolling in circles. “That’s good! Do that! Like
that!”

He kept
making the circles she seemed to like, around and around her clit. The taste of
her was incredible, making his cock jerk and swell. He switched the Fleshlight
to one hand, using the other to explore the soft folds of Val’s pussy. She
whimpered, bracing herself against the wall with one hand, the other still
rubbing over her nipples, back and forth. When his fingers found their way
inside of her, her eyelids fluttered closed, her hair falling down, framing her
face.

“Don’t
stop,” she whispered, her breath coming fast. Henry slowed the pussy fucking
his cock. It was too much, feeling the smooth, wet walls of her pussy squeezing
his fingers, the taste of her in his throat as he swallowed. If he let his mind
go, if he for one moment imagined there was another girl riding him, he was
going to explode. “Oh yes, yes, baby, make me come in your mouth!”

Oh. God.

She moaned,
her thighs quivering, and he saw the muscles in her belly begin to contract.
Then her pussy clamped down over his fingers, squeezing them with her orgasm,
and Henry groaned, bucking his hips up into the sweet cunt wrapped around his
dick, pumping fast and hard. He couldn’t stop it, didn’t want to anymore.

“Oh fuck!”
Val shuddered, arching, spreading and splaying herself against him. He buried
his face between her thighs, drowning himself in her juices, and he thrust
himself deep into the pussy between his own legs, giving into his own climax.
He watched her with glazed eyes as she climbed off, collapsing next to him on
the bed.