Baumgartner Generations: Henry by Selena Kitt Page A

Henry said, but Libby waved him away, sliding her bra straps down and
tossing it to the side of the tub. After that, he couldn’t speak or even think,
and wouldn’t have protested again even if he could have. She was just too
beautiful for him to comprehend, more beautiful than he’d imagined and yet just
as he’d dreamed.
    When she
took her panties off, tossing those aside, too, he glimpsed a thrilling view of
a triangle of naturally red pubic hair before she sat, sinking under the cover
of the water, arms across her chest.
    “Henry.”
Libby handed him the bottle and her fingers brushed his. Maybe even
intentionally, he thought, because they lingered there too long, as did her
gaze on him. “Truth or Dare?”
    “Truth.” He
would have told her anything. Anything at all. He took two swigs of alcohol,
his head swimming.
    She smiled,
and it was clearly just for him. “Blondes, brunettes, or redheads?”
    “Redheads,”
he assured her, and seeing the way her eyes brightened at his response made his
cock harder than it had been all night.
    “Hey!” Beside
him, Elaine protested, punching him in the shoulder. She did that with the hand
not busy under his boxers. It was more annoying than painful, and he turned his
attention reluctantly back to the girl he was supposed to be out on a date
with.
    “Elaine.” He
handed her the Jack Daniels. “Truth or Dare?”
    “Truth.” She
took two greedy pulls on the bottle, eyes bright.
    He couldn’t
think of anything, so he asked the first question that came to his mind when he
thought of Elaine. “Team Edward or Team Jacob?”
    She laughed.
“Are you kidding me? Team Jacob, all the way.” Turning, she handed the bottle
over. “Dean. Truth or Dare?”
    “Truth.” He
took two very long drinks. The bottle was now half-gone.
    “Who was the
last girl you had sex with?” Elaine asked and Henry felt her fingernails again,
tickling his balls this time. He glanced over at Dean, realizing his roommate was
caught. He was going to have to admit it, unless he switched to a Dare.
Although Henry secretly hoped he wouldn’t. Considering the direction the game
had gone tonight, he didn’t want to imagine what Elaine might dare him to do.
    “Missy
Kline,” Dean confessed.
    “Hey, she’s
in my psych class!” Elaine was getting very drunk, very fast, already starting
to slur her words. “When?”
    “You didn’t
ask me that.” Dean’s teeth flashed as he handed her back the bottle. “Elaine.
Truth or Dare.”
    “Truth.” She
took two drinks, her eyes glazed.
    Dean moved
in for the kill. “Why did your boyfriend break up with you?”
    “No,” Libby
protested, glaring at Dean.
    “Dare.”
Elaine changed her mind, shaking her head. “I’ll take a Dare.”
    “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.