Selena Kitt - Meet the Baumgartners

“So…” He let the word dangle and she flushed, willing someone to come in the door behind him. He’d finally let his card go and she ran it through the machine, handing it back when the indicator light went from red to green. The picture on it was a good one-he was photogenic, apparently, his dark hair a curly mop, a mischievous, lop-sided grin on his tanned face. Who took a good school I.D. picture, for pete’s sake? No one! She had her eyes half-closed in hers, her honey-colored hair pulled back into a severe ponytail.

“There’s gonna be a frat party tonight in our dorm.” He took his card back, slipping it into his wallet.

So they were going to pretend nothing had happened. Okay, she could do that. It was a relief to at least have a direction. But why was he telling her about it?

“Yeah, I’m sure Maureen will be there.” That was all she could figure-he was interested in her roommate. Maureen never missed a frat party, finals be damned, 10

especially one so close to home. Of course, Maureen didn’t have to worry about her grades, either. Her parents hadn’t sent her to a small, prestigious New England school to get good grades-they’d sent her to find a suitable husband. And she’d already practically done that. As long as James and frat parties never crossed paths, Maureen was golden.

“What about you?” His smile was infectious and she had to fight the urge to smile back.

Instead, she shook her head. “Finals coming up.”

“So you’re gonna be all alone in your room studying all night?”

“I guess.” She shrugged.

“Want some company?” Damn that smile. She thought he couldn’t get any better-looking and then he went and smiled.

“I study better alone.” It was usually enough of a rebuff for most guys.

He leaned toward her, palms flat on the table she was sitting at, his gaze fixed on hers. “Could be more fun with a partner.”

Were they still talking about studying? She took a deep breath and looked away, behind him, where someone was coming in for breakfast. Thank god.

“I don’t need a study-buddy, but thanks for the offer,” she said, waving her hand dismissively as she reached past him to take an outstretched card.

“Ouch.” The guy who gave her the card-she didn’t know his name but recognized him by the bright red shock of hair on his head and a matching beard-

slapped Stephen on the back and grinned. He must have overheard. She gave him his 11

card back as he steered Stephen past her table, toward the cafeteria. “Come on, Doc, they don’t call her the Ice Queen for nothing!”

Carrie sat there, all the air sucked from her lungs. Ice Queen? Did they really call her that? It was so far from the truth it was almost funny, but she wasn’t laughing. In fact, she found herself on the verge of tears.

She heard laughter as the two of them got into line. Her face burned and her eyes stung. She just sat there, motionless, her breath stuck somewhere in her chest.

Ice Queen, am I? she thought, her eyes narrowing, her mouth drawing into a tight bow. We’ll see about that.

* * * *

Carrie was still wet from her shower-she always took a long, hot shower after a shift at work, even a breakfast one-wrapped in a towel and just sitting on the edge of her bed when Maureen came back from her morning class.

“James called,” Carrie informed her friend as Maureen tossed her books on her bed. “Wanted to know what you were doing tonight.”

“Spoilsport.” Maureen rolled her eyes. “Did you tell him we were going to the library?”

“Of course.” Carrie watched as Maureen headed for their little refrigerator to grab a soda. “Hey Mo?” Carrie used her pet name.

“Hmm?” Maureen pulled the tab on the soda and tossed it into the garbage, already gulping.

“Do you think I’m frigid?”

A sugary spray of Pepsi came out of Maureen’s mouth and she gasped, blinking her watery eyes and wiping her face with the back of her hand. “What?”

Carrie frowned, trying to make the quiver in her lower lip disappear. “Do they all really call me the Ice Queen?”

“Oh sweetie…” Maureen put her soda on the dresser and came over to sit next to Carrie on the edge of the bed. “It’s just something they say to make themselves feel better…I mean, you’re kind of cool with the guys, you know?” She slipped an arm around her friend’s waist, resting her dark, curly head against Carrie’s shoulder. “They just don’t know you like I do.”

“But they’re right.” Carrie sighed. “I am an Ice Queen.”

Maureen made a small denying noise in her throat, pushing her roommate back onto her little twin bed. The towel came undone easily and Carrie didn’t move to cover herself as Maureen stretched out beside her.

“No, Care-Bear…it’s not true. They’re blind.” Maureen’s mouth covered Carrie’s nipple, sucking hard. Oh god, that was good. They’d been very drunk and horny and had been up practically all night talking about sex the first time they’d done anything like this together their freshman year, but it was something they fell into easily now, without even thinking.

“Look how hard your nipples get.” Maureen tugged gently at the other one between thumb and forefinger. “And I bet you’re already wet.”

Carrie sighed softly, her hips shifting. She was wet, had been wet all night and all morning, just remembering Steve and his delicious cock. Running into him had only made it worse.

“Maybe I just forgot how to be with men.” Carrie welcomed Maureen to her breasts, her hands moving through her dark spiral curls as Maureen’s tongue lashed against the pink ache of her nipples, one after the other.

“Maybe you should give it another shot,” Maureen murmured, her bare thigh wedged nicely between Carrie’s legs, the button of her jean shorts biting into the soft press of her friend’s belly.

“Something happened last night…” Carrie confessed, wiggling in anticipation as Maureen’s hot mouth made a trail from her breasts down to her navel.

“What?” Maureen’s fingers were deft, practiced, sure. She knew just what her lover wanted, parting her glistening blonde curls and circling Carrie’s clit with her thumb.

“Tell me.”

Carrie did, hesitantly at first, embarrassed, but her words and her breath came faster the more she remembered-and the more urgently Maureen’s fingers worked between her thighs.

“Did it turn you on?” Maureen’s mouth had found her center, her tongue teasing the little ridge of Carrie’s clit. “Did you want his cock?”

“Yes.” Carrie flushed, closing her eyes and imagining it-his fingers, his mouth, his gorgeous fucking cock. She was crazy for it, obsessed. She couldn’t help herself, even with Maureen’s tongue making sweet circles just where she liked it, her long, delicate well-manicured fingers spreading Carrie’s pussy lips wide.

“Do you want it more than you want my pussy?” Maureen teased, moving quickly to stand next to the bed and wiggle out of her shorts, leaving her pussy exposed near Carrie’s eye-level. She had a beautiful cunt, her dark pubic hair sparse, her outer lips 14

swollen, but the inner ones were pink and puffy and always peeked out a little. Her clit hid at the top, the button of her pleasure center that Carrie loved to control with her fingers, her mouth, her tongue.

“Come here.” Carrie reached her arms out and Maureen assumed their favorite position, straddling her friend’s face while burying her own between Carrie’s already open thighs. They settled in together that way, making little noises in their throats, both of them enjoying the giving and receiving at once.

Maureen’s tongue moved back and forth over that choice, sensitive spot, and Carrie rubbed her palms over her own nipples, sending pleasure waves down through her belly toward her hips. Everything centered where Maureen’s mouth licked and sucked, soft, wet friction that made her wiggle, wanting more.