Letters to the Baumgarters (5 page)

“Wow. So it’s a legacy. Sounds like you were destined to do it.”

“You’d think so, wouldn’t you?” He smiled thinly as the waiter appeared
with his cheeseburger. Nico dug in immediately, wolfish, talking with his mouth
half full. “So what are you going to do with your degree?”

“Probably find a job in the states doing translation. Spending lots of
time traveling back to Italy for business.” I watched him swallow a huge bite
of cheeseburger, washed down with a swig of cherry Coke. “At least, I hope.”

He paused, chewing his last bite thoughtfully before swallowing. “Why
don’t you stay here, work here… live here?”

“I’ve thought about it,” I admitted, seeing the hopeful look on his face
and deciding to change the subject. “I have to tell you something.”

“Oh?”

The blonde was coming back this way and I saw his gaze shift again as she
passed.

“I’m embarrassed to admit it.”

He smiled, looking back at me. “Confession is good for the soul,
remember?”

“Okay… the truth is…” I cleared my throat, glancing first at the
disappearing shape of the blonde and then over to the waiter, as if someone
might overhear. “Before yesterday, I was under the impression that you were
gay.”

He laughed. “Why would you think so?”

“When you dropped me off at the post office, you were talking to a man,”
I explained. “Well, not just talking…”

“Ohhh!” His eyes brightened with understanding. “Well, then I guess I
have a confession to make as well.”

“You really are gay and I was just a fling?”

“No.” He smiled. “I’m bisexual.”

Well that explained everything, didn’t it?

“Does that bother you?” he asked.

“Actually, no.” I sat back in my chair, making yet another confession.
“So am I.”

He looked surprised. “You have been with both men and women?”

I nodded. “My last committed relationship was with both a man and a
woman.”

“Interesting.” He went back to working on his cheeseburger, already
halfway through, chewing thoughtfully. “I’ve been with men—and women—but never
both together.”

“You should.” I grinned. “I highly recommend it.”

“So how did this happen?”

I considered not telling him—I’d kept my relationship with the
Baumgartners a secret, not something I was ashamed of, but more like something
precious that might be spoiled by sharing it—but he looked so curious and
interested and open that I confessed that too.

“I met Carrie and Doc about a year before I left for Italy.”

“Tell me about them.”

And so I did. I told him about meeting Carrie and Doc, about their slow
seduction and my ending up in love with them both. It had been an amazing year
of my life, something I’d fallen into while my marriage to Mason fell apart.
They weren’t the cause of the end of my relationship with my ex, but they were
both there to pick up the messy pieces, and I would always be grateful to them
for that.

“Both of them? You loved them both?” Nico cocked his head at me.

I nodded. “I did. I do.”

“But they are married?”

“Yes, and very much committed to each other,” I explained. “They loved me
and included me, but it was always clear that theirs was the primary
relationship. And I was okay with that.”

“Fascinating.”

Of course, I left out the part about being in the middle of a messy
divorce from Mason at the time. That didn’t seem relevant. Or maybe I was just
kidding myself.

“You are a mystery, bella.” He was done with his meal, leaving a few fries
on his plate, an afterthought, and he leaned over to take my hand.

“Nico…” I looked down our hands twined together on the table, remembering
the way our bodies melded, dissolved, becoming one. “I can’t help feeling like
we’ve opened Pandora’s Box.”

“Yes, perhaps we have,” he agreed, rubbing his thumb against the crease
in my palm. “But the thing is, you can’t close it once it’s been opened.”

“Do you want to?”

“Me?” He grinned. “Hell no.”

We both sat back as the waiter appeared, refilling water glasses and
asking if we needed anything. We dismissed him as quickly as we could, wanting
to keep our focus on each other. I could feel the energy between us, hotter
than any sun, and I couldn’t help but turn my face toward it.

“Do you have to go back to class this afternoon?” Nico inquired, leaning
in again.

“No.” I met his eyes, full of wanting. “Do you have to go back to work?”

“I should.” He shrugged. “But I don’t want to.”

I bit my lip, tracing the wet rim of my water glass. “What if I asked you
to come back to my room?”

Nico half stood, waving at the waiter. “Check!”

* * * *

“Shhh!” I begged him to be quiet. Cara Lucia was home and while she was,
thankfully, hard of hearing, she wasn’t completely deaf. I’d had to sneak him
in, up the back stairway, which happened to be right next to my room. Lucky me.
The other students weren’t so fortunate—two of them had been caught already
this year sneaking paramours into their rooms and one had actually been asked
to leave. He couldn’t seem to stop inviting women to his room. I definitely
didn’t want to be kicked out—real estate was at a premium and rooms were hard
to find for students.

“Sorry,” he apologized, catching me in his arms as I shut the door. “I
can’t keep my hands off you.”

“Do you want some coffee?” I headed for my little kitchenette, petting
Jezebel on the way. She had come out to investigate the intruder, sniffing at
Nico’s pant leg as he followed me. Cara Lucia’s rooms were designed for
exchange students. We had our own bath and shower in each, but just a kitchenette—no
stove but a small refrigerator, hot plate, a little table and two chairs.

“I have tea. Some juice?”

“I don’t want anything but you.” Nico sat on one of the chairs,
scratching Jezebel behind the ears. “Come here.”

I did and he slid his hands around my waist and pulled me close, nuzzling
my belly as Jezebel twined around our legs.

Nico sighed dreamily. “I think I’m addicted to you.”

I relented, following the slope of his shoulders, feeling the muscles
there, as he looked up at me, smiling. “So your mother and sisters seemed
surprised you brought a woman home.”

He shrugged. “I don’t do it often.”

“Why me?”

“I don’t know.” He shook his head, his eyes bright with humor. “Are you a
witch?”

“Sometimes.” I grinned. “And here I thought I’d converted you.”

“No.” He chuckled. “But a woman like you could definitely convert a gay
man.”

“You like what you see?”

His gaze moved over my breasts, outlined by the tight fit of my sweater.
“Very much.”

“It’s different in the day time.” We had seen so little of each other in
his room. The experience had been just flesh and heat and sensation.

“Yes,” he agreed.

He kissed me, his mouth soft and open, drawing me in. I let him explore
with his tongue, let his hands roam over the soft material of my sweater, even
let him rub the seam of my jeans between my legs.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, lifting my sweater to feather kisses
around my navel. I pulled my sweater off over my head, revealing a pale, pink
bra underneath. He smiled and teased my dark nipples through the sheer
material, making them harden. I bit my lip as he slid his hands up to my waist
and pulled me closer, his tongue lapping at my nipples through my bra, making
wet spots.

“I want to see all of you.”

I let him undress me, my jeans joining my sweater on the floor. The
panties matched the bra—I had put them on with the forethought that he might
end up seeing them today—and he licked along the top edge of the elastic,
making me shiver with anticipation.

“Let’s go to bed,” I suggested, taking his hand and leading him. He was
still fully dressed, but I wasn’t having any more of that. I sat on the edge of
my bed and he let me undress him, unbuttoning his shirt, opening it to reveal
the hard planes of his chest, the ridges of his belly. His jeans were next, his
cock already nicely tenting his boxers. I knew the feel of it already, but the
sight of it was spectacular, the way it curved up toward my mouth when I freed
him so inviting I had to take his length between my lips.

“Oh yes,” he whispered, hands in my hair, urging me on. The thick, black
nest of his pubic hair tickled my nose as took all of him into my mouth,
watching his face change as I began to really suck him. “Oh that’s so good!”

His praise just made me work harder, taking him in my fist too, using
both hand and mouth to pleasure him. He began to thrust his hips, easing his
swollen length in and out between my lips, reaching down to cup my breast while
I sucked him. It was easy to become eager, greedy. It had been so long for me,
and having a cock in my mouth made me melt into a puddle of lust.

“Easy,” he urged, sliding his cock out of my mouth, rubbing it over my
lips, my waiting tongue. “So hungry.”

“You have no idea.”

He smiled, pushing me back on the bed, the weight of him delightful as he
kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling the hard press of his
thigh between mine, the wet, shaved lips of my pussy like a hot suction cup
against his leg. He groaned softly against my mouth as I began to ride him like
that, using the length of his thigh to rub myself off.

His mouth moved down to my breasts, teasing one nipple and then the
other, sending shockwaves through my body. I looked down at his dark, curly
head in wonder—how had this happened? His hand was wrapped around the length of
his cock, not stroking, just squeezing, the mushroom tip red and swollen. It
made my mouth water and my pussy clench.

“I want to taste you.”

I didn’t object. He kissed his way down my belly, my breath held, making
it concave. Parting my lips with one finger, he began to explore the soft, pink
folds of flesh like a maze or a roadmap. I felt his breath on my thighs and
spread them wider for him in encouragement. He smiled, kissing the top of my
cleft, so near my clit but not quite touching it, making me whimper with
anticipation.

“Beautiful,” was the last thing he said before covering my pussy with his
mouth.

His tongue flicked gently at my clit, back and forth at first, then in
easy circles. I lifted my hips when his fingers found the entrance of my pussy,
probing, easing their way in. My flesh swallowed his fingers, eager for more,
and he pumped them in and out as he licked me, driving me higher and higher.

“Oh yes!” I cried when he slid in a third, stretching me wide, his mouth
fastened over my mound. “Fuck me like that! Harder!”

I heard him moan against my pussy, his fingers moving into me, deep and
hard, the motion shaking my whole pelvis, making the bedsprings squeak and my
hips rock up to meet his hand. I couldn’t help it. It felt so good I could
hardly keep from screaming—and I’d been the one telling him to be quiet!

“Yes, yes, yes!” I twisted my hips, feeling his fingers turning inside of
me, his tongue tracing delicious geometry all over the sensitive bud of my
clit. “Oh fuck! You’re gonna make me come all over your face!”

And that’s just what I did, spreading my legs and thrusting up to meet
his flickering tongue, his pounding fingers, my orgasm tearing through me like
a whirlwind, leaving me shaking in its wake. I was still recovering when he
kissed me, letting me taste the musky milk of my pussy on his tongue.

“Tastes good, no?”

I nodded, licking at his lips and chin, making my way down his chest,
rolling him to his back. His nipples were hard and I flicked them with my
tongue, making him shiver in response, his eyes half-closed, watching my
descent.

“Your turn,” I teased, tracing circles around his navel with my
fingernail, following the dark treasure trail leading down from belly button to
pubic hair. His cock was wet with pre-cum.

“Don’t make me come,” he warned before I’d even taken him into my mouth.
“I want your pussy.”

“And she wants you,” I purred, skipping his cock altogether and heading
straight for his balls. They were heavy in my hands and I rolled them gently,
grazing them with my fingernails. He moaned encouragement when I began to lick
them, teasing his sac, watching pre-cum seep from the head of his cock in
sticky, clear rivulets.

“Oh god!” He moaned when my fingers found their way down between the
crack of his ass, pressing gently, teasing that dimpled recess. “Oh yes!”

Encouraged, I left my finger there when I took him into my mouth,
watching his face twist with pleasure when I inserted it up to the first
knuckle. I’d had plenty of men do this to me—but very few who would let me do
it to them. It was a delightful, and very exciting, surprise.

“You need to stop,” he murmured as I began to pump my finger in and out,
the same rhythm I was using with my mouth on his cock. “Before I come in your
mouth.”

“I don’t mind,” I gasped, taking him out of my mouth only long enough to
say the words.

“I do.” He pulled me off again, biting his lip as I slowly slid my finger
out of his ass. “Come here.”

He settled me on top of him, his cock rising toward my navel, making an
exclamation point between us. His hands roamed easily over my body, belly,
breasts, hips, thighs, as if he could discover my flesh like a blind man reads
Braille. I reached down to press the wet head of his cock against my belly,
rubbing it gently in circles with my palm, seeing his eyes half-close at the
sensation.

“I want to be inside of you.”

He didn’t need to ask me twice.

I went up to my knees, squeezing his cock as I aimed it, his gaze focused
between my legs as I slid down his length. He parted my wet flesh easily, his
hands moving to my hips, guiding me, in control, even with me on top of him. I
slid my palms along his chest, letting the dark hair there curl around my
fingers, teasing his nipples, grazing them lightly with my fingernails.