Baumgartner Generations: Henry (17 page)

She tucked
her hair behind her ear as she leaned toward the page. “Does that make sense in
context?”

“No.”

“Stand up.”

Henry
reluctantly got out of his chair. He had an erection that just wouldn’t quit
and he was putting it on her eye level. She was sure to see it. When he glanced
down at her, he was sure she had, indeed, seen. Her face was flushed, her gaze
moving from his zipper over to the page.

“Okay, now
look again,” she breathed, tapping the word with her fingernail. She often
instructed him to do strange things like this—standing up, turning around. She
said it was to jar his brain. It usually worked.

“Wuh…” It
wasn’t happening. He couldn’t concentrate on anything but the hot bulge between
his legs, and this vantage point only made it worse. Toni was wearing a button-down
blouse and he could actually see the black lace edge of her bra from this
angle.

“Okay,
here.” Reaching behind her, she took down a white tray and a plastic container,
putting them on the desk. She opened the container, spilling thousands of
small, black grain-size particles into the sand-tray. “Write it out.”

He did as
she asked, spelling the word in the black sand with his finger:

W-O-U-L-D

“Would.” He
pronounced it correctly this time, effortlessly, as if he had always known it
and hadn’t been stuck at all. It was like that a lot. Of course, he knew what
the word meant, but as he said it, he heard the phonetic version and shifted
from foot to foot.

God
knows, I’ve got plenty of
wood.

“Yes.” Toni
was pleased and he loved pleasing her. There was something about it that made
him want to wriggle around on the floor like a little puppy. “Go on.”

Henry sat, pondering
the page, determined to concentrate. If his dick would just cooperate,
everything would be fine…

“He would
give them…huh...” Henry stopped, stuck again. He hated when his brain refused
to work. His body insisted on doing what it wanted, out of his control. “I
can’t do this today.”

“Yes you
can.” She was admirably patient, shaking the sand tray gently free of the word
would.
“Try writing this one out.”

He did as
she asked, but it meant nothing to him.

H-E-L-L

“Hole.” Now
there was an image. If he could just get his mind off the subject…

“You’re
guessing.” She sat back, crossing her legs, and it distracted him even further.
“Stand up,” she commanded, and he did, seeing her gaze shift up from eye-level.
He was still noticeably hard. “Write it in the air.”

His finger
made the motions.
H-E-L-L.
She waited, expectant, but he had nothing.

“I think
I’ve got too much blood being diverted from my brain,” he joked.

She stood,
smiling. “Turn around.”

Henry gave
her his back, sensing her behind him, the sway of her hips as she approached.
He felt one of her hands resting on the side of his hip, her breath against the
back of his neck. She might have devised this to help his word issue, but it
wasn’t helping his other problem, not at all.

“Okay, let’s
try this.” Her words were soft and he couldn’t help but believe that she was
just as excited by their proximity as he was.

Using her
fingernail, she traced the words in large letters across the hard planes of his
back through his t-shirt. He shivered.

“Anything?”
she murmured.

He made a
noise, a denial, shaking his head. He got the message all right, but it
traveled in the wrong direction, straight down to his cock. Nothing was making
sense except sensation.

“You do it,
then.” Toni turned around, putting her hands on the desk surface, slightly bent
over, and he thought he would pass out at the sight of her like that. His head
swam and his vision blurred. “Go ahead,” she urged, glancing back over her
shoulder. “Do it.”

Do it.

He wanted to
do it. He couldn’t even verbalize just how much he wanted it. Approaching her,
he kept some distance, a foot maybe, between them, but her body radiated heat,
the outline of her luscious perfection. He wanted to bend her over completely,
shape himself around her, mold her into something he could put into his pocket
and carry around with him everywhere.

Henry traced
the word slowly between her shoulder blades, his breath not fast, but hard, as
if breathing was a chore.
H-E-L-L

“Hell.” He
whispered the word as if in a trance, flattening his hand on her back, feeling
her bra strap under his palm through the fabric.

“Yes.” She turned
her face back to him, eyes bright, but she couldn’t move. He’d shifted his
weight forward, his aching cock wedged between the crack of her ass through her
skirt. They both felt it and Henry knew this was it. The tension that had been
building since the first time he’d glanced behind him to see her walking up his
row of desks—skirt hugging her swaying hips, heels clicking on the tile—was
about to break.

“Oh hell…” she
whispered, closing her eyes and shifting her weight too, so she was pressed
fully back against him. It unbalanced them both and Henry’s arms went naturally
around her, catching her around the waist. She put her arms over his, tilting
her head back to search his face.

“Henry, if
we do this…” Her eyelids fluttered closed. “I don’t know how we’ll ever live
with it.”

“And if we
don’t?” His voice was hoarse in her ear, his hands moving slowly up and down her
sides. “Because I don’t know how I’m going to live with not doing this…” He
grabbed the full, round globe of her ass in one hand. “And this…” She moaned
when he cupped her breast roughly in his other. “And this…” The hand squeezing
her ass moved around front, wedging between her legs, and she whimpered as he
used that leverage to jam his cock with delicious precision again the crack of
her behind.

“Oh no.” She
arched and turned her face to his, eyes still closed, a denial. He felt it,
too, but the urge to do what he was doing overpowered any sense of propriety
that might have fleetingly crossed his mind. “Henry, I want you. Oh god help
me, I do.”

He grunted
as he lifted her by her crotch with one hand, taking all of her weight as she
leaned back against him, her bare feet coming out of both of her heels as he
kissed her, tongue probing. She snaked one arm back around his neck, pulling
him in closer, squirming in his arms, her pussy hot even through her skirt.

Henry
couldn’t hold her. He collapsed backward into the chair across from her desk,
taking her with him, the jolt of her ass grinding against his crotch making him
groan into her mouth as they kissed. She sucked eagerly at his tongue, turning
in his arms so they were belly to belly, and Henry was frustrated with the
amount of clothing they were still wearing. He wanted to feel her skin against
his.

Toni cried
out as Henry grabbed hold of her ass, rocking up, seeking the heat between her legs.
His cock was trapped in his jeans and he moaned as she wiggled in his lap,
feeling desperate for her. He ran his hands up her back, pulling her blouse
free of her skirt, her bare skin a silky heaven. He undid her bra as Toni broke
their kiss, panting and arching.

“Suck them,”
she urged, not even unbuttoning her blouse, just pulling it and her bra down so
her heavy breasts spilled over the V. Henry didn’t have to be asked twice, pressing
them together with both hands, his tongue lashing at her nipples. He’d expected
them to be dark, but they were a delightfully light pink and pursed, her
areolas huge but so light they were barely there. He sucked first on one, then
the other, lost in her soft cries of pleasure.

“Oh god,”
Henry groaned when Toni wiggled her hand between them, rubbing the thick length
of his dick through his jeans. He didn’t think he’d ever been harder in his
life. “Easy. Easy.”

Her eyes
brightened as she slid out of his arms, kneeling between his jean-clad thighs.
She was quite a sight, her soft gray and white plaid skirt pulled up to her
waist, revealing black panties underneath, her blouse gaping, buttons either
popped or undone, her breasts swaying heavily.

“Oh Henry.”
She pressed her cheek against his zipper. He was throbbing. “You’re so hard.”

“You have no
idea.” He reached out to touch her hair, just as silky and soft as he’d
imagined, as she worked his pants open and started pulling them down. He lifted
his hips to help, gasping when she pulled his boxers down too, his cock springing
free and bouncing against her cheek.

“Ohhhhh,”
she breathed, her eyes lighting up as she took him in her hand. “Oh my god,
it’s gorgeous.”

Henry
blushed—he actually blushed—although part of the heat filling his cheeks and
chest was also a strange sort of pride. He was really going to like pleasing
her, in every way, and she clearly liked his cock. Her tongue snuck out to lick
the tip—it was already wet with precum but that didn’t deter her at all. In
fact, the taste of it seemed to compel her, forcing her to take the length of
him into the hot cavern of her mouth.

His eyes
began to close in pleasure, but he kept them at least half-open, wanting to see
her stroking and sucking him. He couldn’t help reaching down for her breast and
she arched, giving the weight of it over to him. Her nipples were perfection
and the one against his thumb was so hard he could flick it back and forth,
making her suck him even deeper.

“Easy,” he
begged, pleading, but she wasn’t having any of it. Her mouth was latched on him
now, sucking hard, hand working up and down his length. At this rate, he was
going to fill her mouth with his cum and there wouldn’t be a damned thing he
could do about it. “Oh please. Toni, please!”

She made a
low growl in her throat, her tongue liquid velvet, and there was no holding
back anymore. Her greedy mouth enveloped him, her breasts heaving, her hand
pumping so fast he could only see the red blur of her nails.

He grunted
and thrust up, squeezing the heavy flesh of her breast, twisting her nipple.
She moaned but didn’t take her attention from between his legs, his balls
drawing up even tighter as he felt the first hot spurt of his cum leaving his
sac. Toni swallowed that blast, her throat working silently, her eyes never
leaving his. Then she swallowed the next, and the next, letting it flood her
mouth and bathing his cock in his own hot cum before downing it.

“Oh damn,”
he groaned, his hand moving in her hair, still panting. “I wanted—”

“You will,”
she assured him, moving to stand between his legs. She stepped toward the door,
turning the lock, and then began to unbutton her blouse the rest of the way. It
hadn’t even occurred to him that anyone could walk in on them.

Henry
watched as she stripped, blouse and bra on the floor, skirt unzipped and left
there too. She was wearing only panties and Henry found himself staring at the
apex of her thighs. Approaching him slowly, her hands moved over the soft flesh
of her belly, a smooth, pale expanse of skin, her navel shockingly pierced. It
was that detail that made Henry almost instantly hard again as she stood in
front of him, toying with the edges of her panties.

“Take them
off,” he begged, pulling his shirt over his head and smiling at the light in
her eyes when she saw him fully naked. “Let me see you.”

Toni hooked
her thumbs in her panties and pulled them down, revealing a triangle of dark
hair between her legs. Henry gave a moan, leaning forward to grab her hips. She
let him, her hand moving in his hair as he began to explore her slit with his
fingers, parting her swollen lips. She was so wet!

“Ohhh!” Toni
rolled her hips as he slid two fingers inside of her, his thumb riding against
the hard edge of her clit. “Yes! Right there!”

“There?” he
murmured, his cheek pressed against her belly, his lips even with the top edge
of her pubic hair. She whimpered, her hand tightening into a fist as he
fingered her slowly. Then he slipped his fingers out and sucked them. He had to
taste her.

“Henry!” But
it wasn’t really a protest as he shoved her back against the desk, lifting her
onto it and kneeling between her legs to return the favor. He was already hard
again, his cock aching, but he wanted to taste her, needed to feel her come in
his mouth.

Toni leaned
back on her elbows, spreading her legs for his eager, probing tongue. Her
juices were thick and elastic. Henry swallowed the taste of her and went back
in for more, parting her thick swollen pussy lips with his thumbs and fucking
her with his tongue.

“Here,” she
whispered, putting her bare feet up on his shoulders and flicking her clit with
one long red nail. “Right here.”

She gave a
soft cry when he worked his tongue slowly upwards, taking her juices with him
and spreading them all over her clit, lashing back and forth. Her clit was a
hard little ridge of flesh in his mouth, her thighs beginning to tremble as he
licked her. He couldn’t help reaching down and grabbing onto his cock, stroking
it slowly as he tasted the hot flood of her in his mouth. It was going to be so
good to slide into her wetness, feel her from the inside out.

But not yet.
Not yet. Her nails raked over his shoulders, trying to pull him in closer,
deeper. He explored the soft, pink folds of her flesh with one finger, his
tongue never leaving the spot where she’d directed him. When he slid first one
finger inside, then another, her hips began to move, fucking him back with the
motion.

Her eyes
closed, head going back. Her belly was quivering, the navel ring there silver
and glinting in the light from the window. Thankfully, the blinds were closed,
or someone walking by on their way to class might get quite an eyeful of Henry
and his professor having sex on her desk. The thought made his cock swell, even
if it was horribly wrong.