Selena Kitt - Baumgartner Generations - Henry

“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 amp;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.