Selena Kitt - Baumgartner Generations - Henry

“Okay…I dare you to…” Dean studied the room, first Libby, who continued to glare at him, then Henry and Elaine. Making up his mind, he looked at his roommate as he said, “I dare you to give Henry a blowjob. While we all watch.”

“Uh…no.” Henry was already protesting, moving away from the girl beside him. “I don’t think so.”

“Oh come on, Henry.” Dean waggled his eyebrows. “You know you get off on being watched.”

“Hey…” Henry gave him a dirty look, but Elaine was moving toward him, her hand already up under his boxers. He gulped, meeting her bleary eyes. “You don’t have to.”

Elaine turned, sticking her tongue out at Dean. “I’m not doing this because you dared me to.”

And then she was on him, pushing Henry back so he was sitting on the edge of the tub and climbing into his lap, her hand still in his boxers.

“Elaine!”

Henry heard Libby protest and knew it was a bad idea, that he needed to stop this, right now. But Elaine was crawling all over him, and although she was tiny, it felt like the girl had a thousand hands. Once she had his boxers down and his cock in her mouth, it was all over. He hadn’t jerked off in…hell, he didn’t know how long. A week at least. And he was aching to come after all Elaine’s attention-that, coupled with their suggestive game of Truth or Dare and sitting in the hot tub with two naked girls, was his downfall.

He didn’t stand a chance.

“Wait!” That’s all he managed as Elaine stroked his shaft, her mouth and tongue like slick, hot silk up and down his cock. She sucked him fast and hard, her bare breasts rubbing up against him. He could feel her hard nipples brushing against his thighs as she worked his dick in and out of her hot little mouth. He glanced down at her wet, blonde head, her big, blue eyes tilted up at him, and groaned. No way. He was going to come in her mouth. Just like that. He couldn’t stop anything now.

“Oh fuck.” He closed his eyes, grimacing, his balls drawn up tight, and when she cupped them, her fingernails lightly raking there as if she could coax his cum out with the motion, he gave her just what she was looking for.

Henry groaned, his hips bucking, spilling his cum into her greedy mouth. He knew there would be a lot and he heard her gag, but he couldn’t stop thrusting. Her mouth felt so fucking good! He grabbed her hair and she whimpered a protest as he shuddered and shoved himself in deeper, wanting more of her tongue, that sweet, lashing, pink tongue.

“Sorry,” Henry gasped, the first bit of awareness coming back to him. He heard Dean swearing, saying something about the hot tub.

“Why didn’t you swallow it?” Dean swore again and Henry lifted his head to see him standing behind Elaine. “They’re supposed to test the water tomorrow!”

Henry half-sat up on his elbows, seeing his waning cock, trapped by the elastic edge of his boxers, and Elaine’s wet face, covered and dripping with his cum.

“I couldn’t swallow it all,” Elaine panted, wiping her chin with the back of her hand. “It was too much!”

That’s when Henry realized he couldn’t see Libby. He heard something behind him, a shuffling sound, and when he glanced back, he saw her almost fully dressed, pulling on her jacket.

“Hey.” Henry sat fully now, shoving himself back into his boxers and standing. He glanced back once guiltily at Elaine, but he couldn’t just let Libby go. “Wait. Libby, wait!”

She didn’t look back as she opened the French doors and went through them. He swore, grabbing his clothes and going after her, not thinking twice, but stopping every few steps to pull something else on-jeans, shirt, shoes. He shoved his socks in his jacket pocket as he shrugged it on, hurrying out of the front door of the frat house.

She was already almost to the end of the block.

“Libby!” He called after her, breaking into a run. His phone rang in his jeans pocket and he swore again, pulling it out, sure it was Dean.

It was his mother. He shoved it back into his pocket, still running toward Libby, almost there now. She was walking fast, but she was only walking.

“Libby!” He grabbed her arm, whirling her around. “I’m sorry. Libby, I’m so sorry.”

“Whatever.” She waved him away, turning and starting to walk again.

“I’m drunk.” Some excuse, he thought, glancing over at her. Her head was down, her wet hair stuck to her cheeks. “It was stupid. I didn’t…”

“Henry.” She stopped. “Just don’t.” She blinked at him, her mouth working, as if she was looking for something to say. “I should never have…” Her voice trailed off and her eyes looked wet in the moonlight. “Let’s just forget tonight, okay?”

“But-” His phone rang again and he dug it out of his pocket and flipped it open. His mother again. Damnit.

“You should answer that.” She turned and started walking again. “See you around, Henry.”

He took a deep breath, turning from Libby as she walked away and answered his phone.

“Hello?”

“Henry!” His mother’s concerned voice came through the phone so loudly he held it away from his ear. “Are you okay?”

He glanced back and saw Libby turn the corner. “I’m fine, Mom.”

“I’ve been trying to get a hold of you all week!”

“Sorry. I was…busy.” He started walking back toward the frat house, realizing for the first time how cold it was-and he was still damp.

“I got a call from your professor.”

Henry froze on the frat house steps, his breath gone. “You did?”

“You’re one lucky young man.”

“What?” The word barely made it out of his mouth.

“Not many students get to be personally tutored by their professors.” His mother sounded smug.

Henry sank to the steps, sitting. “What are you talking about?”

“Toni’s agreed to tutor you.” He could hear the satisfaction in her voice. She got that tone whenever she felt she’d solved a big problem.

“Toni…who in the hell is Toni?” He was drunk, but he had a feeling this conversation should still be making more sense than it was.

“You didn’t recognize her?”

He rubbed his eyes. “Recognize who?”

“Toni Franklin. Don’t you remember?” His mother laughed. “She and her husband have lived around the block for years. They used to come over and play cards.”

“No…” He frowned, blinking up at the stars. Toni Franklin? Why did the name sound so familiar?

“Well, you were pretty little…” His mother conceded. “Anyway, she thinks she can help you bring up your grade.”

Then it dawned on him. Toni Franklin. The name stenciled on her office door-Antoinette Franklin. Professor Franklin.

Just what were the odds on that? Henry gulped. “What did she say?”

“Just that you were having trouble and she was willing to tutor you.”

“Mom, I don’t need a tutor.” I need a fairy fucking godmother.

“Well you’ve got one, young man.” He hated when she used that tone. It meant she’d solved it all and there was nothing more to be said about it. “I made an appointment for you with her tomorrow at two. You don’t have a class then, do you?”

“No.” He had hockey practice at noon, but all morning classes. What the hell was he going to do now?

“You’re supposed to meet in her office. Do you know where it is?”

“Yeah.” The door opened behind him and he glanced up to see Elaine coming out. For a minute, he thought she might be crying. “Hey, listen, I’ve gotta go.”

“Henry, you’d better show up,” his mother warned. “I mean it.”

“Yeah, yeah, okay, I will.” He hung up on her, getting up as Elaine rushed down the stairs, headed the way Libby had gone. He called after her, but she ignored him, practically running down the block. Henry sat back down on the steps, his head in his hands.