Selena Kitt - The Baumgartners Plus One

“You’re a big boy.” I stood and took my empty plate to the sink. “Don’t you think it’s about time you started cutting some apron strings and making your own decisions?”

I held my breath. It was like deja-vu. We were going to have the same argument all over again. Maybe this time he’d do more than just push me and bruise my ribs.

Maybe this time he’d break an arm or my skull.

“It’s not just them.” He was on the defensive now. “I don’t want to go to Italy.

What am I going to do in Italy?”

“I don’t know.” I rinsed my plate, feeling Jezebel twining around my ankles. “What are you doing here?”

“I have no idea.” He stood, the rest of his toast untouched. I closed my eyes as he started toward me and let out my pent-up breath when he passed, going into the bedroom. He came back out a few minutes later, fully dressed, while I was sitting quietly at the kitchen table and Jezebel licked up the remains of Mason’s eggs.

He didn’t even say goodbye when he grabbed his helmet from the table and took off out the back door. But I didn’t call him back either. I just sat there and cried and wished, not for the first time or the last, that I had died instead of Isabella.

* * * *

I was in the middle of reading Dante’s Divine Comedy-in the original Italian of course-just entering Purgatory and thinking about Mason and Isabella and the ruin my life had slowly become, when the phone rang.

“Oh my god, Dani, turn on the TV.” It was Carrie. I glanced at the clock-it was almost eight at night and I remembered she said Doc started at the hospital at five.

I grabbed the remote, my stomach clenched. “What is it?” I flipped the TV on, sure something horrible had happened. Like I needed one more disaster?

“Turn to channel three-sixteen.”

I frowned, pushing buttons on the remote. “Three-sixteen?” That wasn’t a news station. We had basic cable, but it was very basic, only about twenty channels total.

“Did you turn it on?”

I was about to open my mouth to reply when the cable box responded. At first there was a sort of scrambled zig-zag image on the screen and then it evened out to reveal a blond women, naked on her knees, with some guy’s cock in her mouth.

“Cazzo!” I swore in Italian, staring dumbfounded at the screen.

“You found it.” Carrie laughed, understanding what I meant by my tone even if she didn’t know the word. “What does that mean?”

“Fuck,” I whispered, watching the blond try to swallow the guy’s cock to the hilt and doing a pretty damned good job of it. “It’s actually also a term for…well…a guy’s cock.”

“How apropos!” She laughed again, sounding utterly delighted.

“How…?” I managed to get that strangled word out, leaning closer as the blond slid her tongue down to lick the guy’s balls, her hand still gripping his dick.

“Jen from across the street called and told me to change my TV to three-sixteen,”

Carrie explained. “Her six-year-old apparently found it when he was playing with the remote. She’d already called most of her mommy group on campus and they confirmed it too. We’ve got free porn!”

“I doubt that was her reaction.” I laughed.

“No, she was pretty irate, but I, for one, am thrilled.” Carrie giggled. “I just hope it’s still on when Doc gets home. I’m tempted to call him and tell him to come now.”

“No pun intended.” I grinned

“Oh every pun intended,” she purred. “Look, he’s licking her!”

I hadn’t stopped looking. The blond on the screen-who reminded me of Carrie with her doll-like features and bronze skin, had splayed herself on a sofa for the guy, who was now eating her pussy like they gave out medals for enthusiasm.

“She looks like she’s enjoying it.” Most porn I’d seen was incredibly fake. I hated the girls with the breast implants and fake nails and the guys were mostly non-entities, just disembodied cocks, but this was different. The girl’s body was real, full and lush.

Her breasts were big, but didn’t defy gravity-instead, they kind of spread out a little when she leaned back. The guy was sexy too, his cock big but not enormous. I could fit that in my mouth. The thought made my pussy twitch.

“Don’t you?” Carrie inquired curiously. “I love having my pussy licked.”

I swallowed and admitted it. “Yes.”

“Oh my god, Dani…” Her words trailed off as I watched the blond pull her knees back, exposing herself. She wasn’t shaved and she was a real blond, the hair between her legs a dark honey color. That reminded me of Carrie too. “This is amateur porn. I wonder…?”

“Wonder what?” Oh god, he was going to fuck her. He positioned himself between her thighs, shoving one leg back so the camera could get a better view while he slid his cock up and down her slit.

“I wonder if this is real. Like real-time, right now. Live,” Carrie breathed.

“It can’t be,” I argued, but imagining that these two were somewhere having sex, right this very moment, was beyond exciting. All the porn I’d seen-Mason had brought some home a few times from the video store-was either vintage stuff with horrible music tracks or the aforementioned fake-sex fake-people type. This felt real. Even their sounds were real.

“What if it is?” The excitement in her voice was catching. “Doesn’t that turn you on?”

I hesitated, watching the guy on the screen slide his cock into her, and then breathed, “Yeah.”

“Oooohhh yeah, like that,” Carrie murmured softly into the phone. It was almost as if she’d gotten so lost in the scene she forgot I was there. “Fuck it nice and slow.”

I gulped, my pussy throbbing now, insistent. When Mason and I had watched porn, we always ended up in bed halfway through the movie and never finished it. But he liked to watch me touch myself first while we watched, and it was almost like my hand had a memory or mind of its own, slipping under the waistband of my shorts.

“Oh I want a cock,” Carrie moaned softly. Me too, I thought, my fingers slipping through my wetness. “It makes me want to go get my vibrator.”

“You have one?”

She laughed. “Don’t you?”

“No.”

Carrie gasped. “Oh my god you have to get one! I’d let you borrow mine but I use it too much to let it out of my sight for more than twenty four hours.”

That made me laugh, but I also flushed at the thought of Carrie playing with her vibrator. That was far sexier than the movie. “Want to go get it?”

“Really?” She sounded breathless.

“Why not?”

She hesitated and then asked, “Will you play too?”

“I don’t have a vibrator,” I reminded her, although my fingers were already busy stroking my aching clit. The girl on screen was rubbing hers too.

“You can still touch yourself.”

“Okay.” I reddened, not telling her I already was. “Can’t let good porn go to waste.”

“My thoughts exactly! Hang on.”

I crooked the phone between my ear and shoulder while she was gone and slid my shorts and panties down. If I was going to play, I wanted full access. I made sure the blinds were closed-I didn’t want to give the neighbors a show-and stretched out on the couch.

“I’m back,” Carrie said. “I hope it doesn’t cut out on us right in the middle or anything.”

“That would suck,” I agreed, dipping my fingers deep into my pussy and drawing out my wetness.

“So to speak.” I could hear her grin. The guy on screen was getting sucked off again. This time they were in a sixty-nine position, her on top. “Oh Doc loves it like that.”

Imagining Carrie and Doc in that position made me rub myself a little faster. I heard something over the phone-a soft buzzing noise.