Selena Kitt - Meet the Baumgartners

The heat was spreading from her cheeks down her chest. “Something like that.”

“Did it turn you on?” That look in his eyes was familiar. It was the same look he had on his face when he was watching her take off her panties.

“Yes,” she confessed.

“Did it make you wet?”

She didn’t have breath to speak now. She just nodded.

“Did it make you want to touch yourself?”

“I did.” The confessions just kept on coming. She couldn’t seem to help herself.

“You did?” He raised his eyebrows, looking even more interested.

She nodded, finding it hard to catch her breath, as if the air in the room had grown suddenly thin.

“Show me.”

She was remembering, the sound of him, the way he moaned and bucked and fisted himself into a frenzy. The way she’d rubbed her little clit raw while she watched.

Naughty girl. Yes, she was.

“Just like this.” Carrie stood, her breathing shallow already, and lifted the end of his t-shirt up over her thighs, revealing the soft mound beneath. Her fingers slipped between her oh-so-very swollen pussy lips, looking at his face as she made circles against her clit, just as she had that night.

At first he just watched, his eyes glazed, mouth slightly open. Then his hand moved slowly down to touch himself through his boxers, rubbing there. She could see the outline of his cock and it made her touch herself even faster.

When he slipped his hand under the elastic band of his boxers to grab himself, she moaned, biting her lower lip. “Please…” she whispered. “Can I see?”

He smiled and nodded. “Come closer.”

She did as she was told, moving so her thighs touched the edge of the bed, her gaze falling between his legs as he slid his boxers down.

“Oh god.” His cock was just as incredible as she’d remembered. “It’s so beautiful.”

He chuckled and that made her blush, but she was too far gone now to care.

“Can I touch you?” She was already reaching her hand out and he let her, groaning softly as she wrapped her small hand around the hot, swollen shaft.

“Can I?” He nudged her wet fingers aside, replacing them with his own. She gasped at the sensation, his hand probing between her legs. She sighed softly when his thumb strummed against her clit, his fingers pressing deep inside of her.

Her hand moved on him, squeezing at first, then tugging, rubbing his pre-cum onto the tip of his cock with her thumb. Her breathing matched his, her hips rocking, eyes half-closed.

“I want to see you.” His fingers curled inside of her, as if drawing her closer. “All of you.”

She pulled his t-shirt off her head with one hand, letting him have what he wanted. His cock swelled in her fist as he looked at her, chest heaving, breasts swaying as she stroked him faster, faster, hips rolling against the plunge of his hand between her legs.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he groaned and she bit her lip, squeezing him in response. The sound and feel of him, his breath coming so fast as she moved her hand over his cock, the shift and plunge of his hand between her thighs. It was all too much.

“Oh god, girl,” he moaned, his eyes rolling back, his hips driving up hard.

“Wait…wait…”

She couldn’t. Not even if she tried. His fingers buried inside of her were bringing her closer, faster, than she’d ever been. Her pussy clamped down on his hand, her clit throbbing under his thumb, and her orgasm rolled through her like a seismic event, shaking them both.

“Oh fuck yeah,” he groaned as her eyes closed and her cunt spasmed “I’m gonna come for you, Carrie!”

Her name in his mouth! She pressed her hand between her legs, forcing his thumb hard against her clit, rubbing herself furiously.

“Gonna come!” he announced again, grunting, groaning. “Ohhhh fuck!” His hips thundered up to meet her strokes, spilling heat and wetness over the friction of her fist.

She felt her knees wanting to buckle because she was coming, too, again, again, but she held on, her breath coming too fast, her hand squeezing the length of his cock as she aimed him and he splattered his bare belly with even more cum. Carrie shuddered with her climax, cupping his hand against her mound, both of their fingers buried in her sopping wetness.

When his eyes opened, he half-smiled and gasped out, “You are definitely no Ice Queen.”

Carrie stood fully then, ears still ringing and body flushed from orgasm, grabbing blindly for her clothes.

“Hey,” he protested, half-sitting as she pulled on her shorts, her shirt, grabbing her bra-her panties were nowhere to be found. “Where are you going? What-”

But she didn’t give him a chance to say anything else, pulling open the door and fleeing down the hallway.

* * * *

“I know, James.” Maureen stretched out on her bed, her arm thrown over her eyes, phone crooked next to her ear, while Carrie sat on her own bed, studying for her last final of the year. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have gone.”

Carrie flipped pages in her macroeconomics book, not really able to concentrate on interest rates in relation to the current state of unemployment. She knew James was 28

preaching. She’d been roommates with Maureen long enough to have heard a sermon or two herself.

“Yes, James.” Maureen rolled over, the phone cord wrapping around her body.

“Yes…I know…yes, ‘the good seed are the children of the kingdom…’”

Carrie almost laughed when Maureen covered the receiver with one hand and buried her face in her pillow to let out a scream. Then she put the phone back to her ear with a resigned sigh.

“No, Carrie didn’t make me.” Maureen rolled her eyes. “She is not a bad seed, James. Don’t blame her. It was my fault.”

Ah of course, Carrie thought, flipping another page in her economic book so fiercely it tore. I’m the one to blame-the sinner, the atheist, the one who renounced God and led his poor little lamb astray.

It was true she didn’t have anything to do with church anymore-being fostered in what couldn’t have been called anything else but a “cult” had swayed her far away from any formal study of religion. But that didn’t mean she was bad, or wrong, or even that she wasn’t what she thought of as “spiritual.”

Not that James would care about any of her explanations or excuses anyway.

She was a convenient scapegoat.

“I promise I’ll be a good girl in Key West,” Maureen assured him. “And you’ll be there, remember? You’ve got that retreat…”

Carrie closed her book and tossed it onto the floor. She’d been looking forward to going to Key West with Maureen all year, and now James had sprung some sort of 29

religious retreat on them-he was going to Key West with them and already threatening to spoil any of their fun.

“Sorry, sweetie, the other line is ringing, and Carrie’s waiting for an important call…”

Carrie gave her a sharp look and Maureen stuck her tongue out. Steve-Doc-

had called three times that day already. Carrie had been ignoring his calls all week.

“I’ll talk to you later. Love you too!” Maureen made kissing noises into the phone before clicking over. “Hello?”

Carrie knew who it was, just from the sly look on Maureen’s face. She waved her hands, warding off the phone, mouthing, “I’m not here!”

“Yep, she’s right here. Hang on.” Maureen held out the phone, grinning.

“Bitch,” Carrie whispered, grabbing the receiver and putting it to her flushed ear.

“Hello?”

“Hey.” Damn his voice. It was like liquid velvet. “How’s my sexy little exhibitionist?”

She wasn’t even going to touch that. “Fine.”

“Good.” He sounded like he was smiling. “I thought maybe you might be avoiding me.”