Selena Kitt - Baumgartner Generations - Henry

“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.”