Baumgartner Generations: Henry by Selena Kitt

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,”