Baumgartner Generations: Henry

Chapter Five

Henry knocked, barely getting out the words, “Professor Franklin?”

“Come in!”

It was like deja-vu, a replay of the events of last week. He didn’t think he would ever be able to face her again, let alone be standing across from the woman actually asking for help.

“Hi Henry.” Professor Franklin stood, coming out from behind her desk to shut the door behind him, gesturing toward a seat. “Make yourself comfortable.”

Not likely, he thought, sitting stiffly in the chair. His hair was still wet from the showers-hockey practice had gone long, and although the coach had warned him he’d be off the team if it happened again, he’d managed to smooth over his absence the week before.

“I think we got off on the wrong foot.” Professor Franklin didn’t sit in the chair behind her desk this time. Instead, she came to lean against it, half-standing, half-sitting on the surface, right next to him. “Can we start over again?”

“Sure.” Henry focused his attention out the window. It was cold and windy, dead leaves chasing each other out on the lawn. “I guess so.”

“I’d like to do an assessment with you.”

He frowned, glancing up at her. “You want me to take a test?”

“No, not a test,” she assured him, her eyes softening. She really was a very pretty woman, although Henry couldn’t remember, for the life of him, anything about her coming over to their house like his mother indicated she had. “It’s just an assessment. It will give us an idea where you are and what you need to work on.”

“I can’t read.” He’d never said those words out loud to anyone, ever, and he didn’t even know how he’d managed to say them now. They made his breath turn shallow, his stomach flip. But there was something about the way she looked at him-understanding in her eyes, but strangely, no pity.

“That’s the first step.” Her smile made her eyes crinkle at the corners. “Admitting you have a problem.”

He shook his head and gazed back out the window. “You can say that again.”

“How did you make it this far, Henry?” She sounded both incredulous and sad.

“The truth?” He watched a black squirrel scurry across the quad and up the nearest maple.

“The truth,” she insisted. “It’s safe with me.”

He met her eyes, leaning back in his chair. Why not spill it? What did he have to lose? “Sometimes I cheated. Sometimes I lied. Sometimes I paid people to write papers or essays for me. But mostly, I just played hockey.”

“Hockey?”

He continued, “I went to a private school and they guaranteed me a varsity spot before I even tried out for the team. It was all about hockey. They even cut the budget for the football team my senior year so the hockey team could go to the International tournament. We were state champions three out of my four years. College and NHL scouts were around year long. They kept a count at the local Best Western. And I had my pick of colleges.” He said it all matter-of-factly, without any hint of arrogance.

“Hence the scholarship.”

“Yeah.” He shrugged, as if it meant nothing, but it meant everything to him. Everything.

Her lips were pressed together in a line, an expression Henry had come to recognize as annoyance or anger. “So your coach and your teachers had an arrangement?”

“Something like that.” He looked back out the window. The squirrel was down on the ground again, digging. “I never really asked. They just…passed me.”

“And your parents have no idea?”

He glanced up, panicked. “You can’t tell them.”

“I should.” She pulled herself up onto the desk fully and crossed her legs. She was wearing a skirt of course, a white one with brown spots, and Henry couldn’t help but admire her legs, even in his sudden state of panic. “I called your mother with every intention…”

“Please!” Henry reached out, grabbing her wrist, the touch startling them both. He took his hand away, trying to breathe. “You can’t. You just can’t.”

“My father was illiterate,” she explained, one of her feet swinging. She always wore heels and today was no exception-soft brown pumps-and one of them hung precariously from the end of her toes. “He spent his whole life unable to read. It’s no way to live.”

Henry stiffened. “Don’t feel sorry for me.” Now he understood how she had known, why her thoughts had immediately jumped to the conclusion she had when he sat there, frozen, staring dumbly at the paper she had given him, unable to read it out loud.

“I don’t,” she assured him. “My father was born in an era that didn’t even have names for learning disabilities, let alone ways to test for them. You don’t have that luxury.”

“I…I guess not.” He blinked at her, trying to remember a time, way back in elementary school, when he’d first started having trouble. He’d been so embarrassed by his affliction that he’d convinced his older sister to read to him from his school books over and over, thus memorizing the text, and when he was “tested,” he passed with flying colors. That was just the beginning of his ruse.

“I’m angry that someone didn’t notice before this.” Her eyes narrowed at the thought. “That you were able to slip through the cracks simply because you were good at some stupid sport.”

Henry narrowed his eyes right back at her. “Hockey means everything to me.”

“Well, if you want to keep playing, and you want to stay in school, you’re going to have to learn how to read,” she said simply.

She had him there.

“I got a book,” he admitted.

“What book?”

He flushed, remembering the snafu of checking it out, meeting Libby. “Phonics for Dummies. ”

The professor smiled. She had a dimple in one cheek when she did that he’d never noticed before. Maybe because, in class, he didn’t really see her smile very much. “Decided to start at the beginning?”

“Where else are you supposed to start?” He shrugged helplessly.

“Here.” She leaned forward and he caught a whiff of her scent, something flowery, when she got near. “With me. Are you ready?”

“I guess.”

“No guessing.” She was the professor again, all-business. “You either want to work or you don’t. I’m more than willing to give up my time to help you learn, but you have to be committed. Can you commit?”

Henry watched the squirrel holding onto his found nut for dear life, peering from side to side, as if something could take it away at any moment. He knew exactly how the little guy felt. “I really don’t have much of a choice.”

“Of course you do,” she countered, still in business mode. “You always have a choice. My father had a choice. He died still not knowing how to read, but at any point in his life, he could have chosen differently.”

“It’s so hard…” Henry blinked, willing tears not to fall. Christ, he couldn’t believe he was letting himself get emotional about this in front of her. “You have no idea.”

“Yes, I do.” She leaned toward him again, her eyes on his, steady. “You walking in here today and telling me you can’t read may be hardest thing you ever have to do, but it was also the bravest thing I’ve ever seen.”

He couldn’t answer her and if he’d had a voice left at all, it would have disappeared completely anyway when she lifted her hand and ran it tentatively through his still-wet hair.

She laughed when she saw the bemused look on his face. “I’m sorry. You really don’t remember, do you?”

“Remember?”

“Well you were young…my ex and I used to come over and play cards with your parents…” Her voice trailed off, as if she was reminiscing, but Henry couldn’t recall a thing about it. “You were such a sweet little blonde boy. I wanted to steal you and take you home with me.”

He shrugged, offering her a lopsided smirk. “What happened, huh?”

“Well the little towhead disappeared, that’s for sure.” She laughed, a sound he wasn’t sure he’d ever heard, her hand still moving in his now-dark hair. “But I think you turned out all right.”

“Except for the whole reading thing,” he reminded her, frowning.

“We’ll work on that. Yes?” She stood, going back behind her desk to sit and pull out some papers.

“Yes,” he agreed. He still had a rock sitting in his stomach, but at least it didn’t feel quite so heavy now.

She was like a different person when she smiled. “Let’s get started.”

“Come on!” Dean slammed his fist on the table beside him, jarring the cups and bottles of beer sitting on it. “That was the worst fucking pass I’ve ever seen!”

Henry sank back further into the low couch in the fraternity common room, grabbing his beer off the table just in case Dean decided to pound on it again.

“Dude, what the hell did you bet on the Lions for anyway?” Cody nudged Dean’s shoulder.

“Long shots pay off big.” Dean scowled. “Fucking pussy!” he yelled at the wide screen. “Can’t hold onto a goddamned football?”

“Butterfingers,” Henry observed, hiding his smile against his beer bottle as he took a swig.

“Dick,” Dean growled, glaring at him. He was practically foaming at the mouth.

“So Henry, guess who I saw in the kitchen?” Cody dropped his voice, leaning in to make himself heard over the music and the television.

“I have no idea.” Henry tried not to snicker when the Lions fumbled yet another pass and Dean jumped out of his seat with a string of profanity, starting to pace in front of the couch like a caged lion.

“Val.” Cody laughed when Henry nearly let his beer bottle slip from his hand.

“You’re kidding me?” Henry hadn’t seen her-hadn’t ever expected to see her again-since that night. Although, he had to admit, he’d had a few Fleshlight sessions replaying the whole thing in his head. “Is Marcus here?”

Cody shrugged. “Didn’t see him.”

Henry still couldn’t figure that whole thing out. If she was Marcus’s girlfriend, as Dean claimed, then why in the hell had she volunteered to do what she did? Dean said she was just kinky like that, and it had actually all been her idea. He didn’t know if he could believe it, though. Dean liked to tell tall tales, and it was often hard to know when he was telling the truth or pulling your leg. He still didn’t know how they’d managed to get the girl out of there without it all degenerating into a gang rape, considering the energy in the room that night, but Marcus had ushered her out pretty quickly afterward.

Now she was here? How in the hell could she possibly walk back into the place, knowing that most of these guys had seen her in such a compromising position?

“Speak of the devil.” Cody gestured toward the door and Henry caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye. It was her all right, no mistaking those big, darkly made-up eyes. She was wearing more clothes tonight, though-a short black and red checked leather skirt and a red sweater that all matched her red and black streaked hair.

“Hey, boys.” The sound of her voice made Henry’s mouth go dry. It brought that whole night back into focus, which was both exciting and embarrassing at once.

“Hey, Val.” Cody tipped his bottle at her. “Want a beer?”

“No thanks.” She plopped down onto the couch next to Henry, sitting close enough that her thigh brushed his when she crossed her legs. “How you doing, Henry?”

“Fine.”

Dean swore again, stalking away from the television, and Henry glanced at the score. The Lions were down by twenty-one and it was only half-time.

“I need more alcohol,” Dean grumbled, walking by them.

Val crinkled her nose. She had a diamond stud in it. “What’s his problem?”

“I think he bet on the wrong team,” Cody piped up.

“I hate it when that happens.” Val’s reply was directed at Cody, but she didn’t stop focusing on Henry. He could feel her gaze on him.

“So where’s Marcus?” Henry took a swig of his beer, pretending to be interested in the half-time show. Cheerleaders-what was there not to like?

“He’s on a date.”

Henry startled, glancing over at her. “A…date?”

“Yeah.” Her smile was slow, her mouth curling at the corners, and he couldn’t help but remember how it felt when she kissed him. “We’re not exclusive. We have an arrangement.”

“Ah.” Henry looked back to the television.

“Besides, I’m tired of being a sports widow,” Val pouted, crossing her arms and pushing her not inconsiderable breasts up. He could remember every luscious inch of them. He tried to distract himself with the television, thinking about Libby. She wouldn’t call him back. He’d even tried going through Elaine, but she wouldn’t call him either.

“So what sport is he widowing you for?” Cody prodded Val.

She rolled her eyes. “Every sport.”

Val turned her attention toward Henry again, not letting up as she leaned in and whispered to him, her breath warm. “So how are you liking your prize?”

“Uh…” He shifted on the couch, feeling her breasts pressing against his arm, warm and soft and full.

“I liked watching you.” Her breath smelled like alcohol and cherries. He didn’t say anything, but her lips were so close they brushed his ear, making him shiver. “It turns me on, watching guys get off like that.”

He gulped down another long swig of beer, finishing off the bottle, not saying a word.

“And you were so incredible.” Her voice dropped into an even softer range, the words meant just for him. “I couldn’t believe how you just kept going. You got hard again so fast.”

Cody was watching them. Henry cleared his throat. “It’s a gift, I guess.”

“Want to do it again?” she murmured, her fingernails tickling the back of his neck.

He glanced from the television to Cody and then back again. It was hardly a question. Did he want to? Hell yes. But it was probably not the best idea in the world…

“What dorm are you in?” Her teeth grazed his earlobe. She had him so hard his cock felt like it was bent in half.

“Mosher-Jordan.”

“Nice.” Val raised her finely plucked eyebrows. “Private bathroom and just two freshmen to a room? What did you do to get that gig?”

He shrugged. “Won the lottery, I guess.”

She stood, reaching out her hand. “Come on. I have a car.”

How was he going to tell her no? The short answer was-he wasn’t. Standing, he took her hand and ignored Cody’s dropped jaw. “Tell Dean I went to the dorm. Tell him not to hurry back.”

Cody tipped his beer. “Will do.”

Val drove a white Mazda stick-shift and Henry grabbed the dashboard as she zipped through campus.

Henry tried to start a conversation. “So…are you a sophomore?”

“We don’t have to make small talk.” Val smiled that Cheshire cat smile, her hand moving to the back of his neck again. Her nails scraping his skin made him instantly hard. Hard er. If that was possible. “We’re going back to your room so we can fuck.”

Well. That cleared things up.

“I’m a junior.” Her hand moved back to the gearshift as she slowed for a light. “Pre-law. What else do you want to know?”

“Uhh…”

She was shifting again, turning corners faster than he could take a breath, teasing him, “I would think you already saw everything you needed to…”

“What’s your favorite movie?” He tried to change the subject, grabbing the dashboard with both hands as she pulled into the dorm parking lot, searching for a space.

“Lady and the Tramp.”

“The Disney one?” He gaped at her. “How come?”

“The spaghetti scene.” She pulled the car into a handicapped spot near the door, putting it in park. “I’m a hopeless romantic.”

“You are?” Henry moved to open his door as she got out of the car.

“Why?” She laughed, meeting him around the front of the Mazda, and they stood together under the light of a streetlamp. “Did you think girls couldn’t be romantic and still want to have sex?”

“No…I…” He noted her car. “You know, you could get a ticket if you park here.”

“I live dangerously.” She snaked one arm around his neck, her mouth close, but not quite kissing him. Her other hand reached between his legs, grabbing his crotch and making him jump. “Come on, big boy. I want to play with that toy of yours.” She squeezed him through his jeans, thick and throbbing. “And maybe we’ll get around to using your Fleshlight, too.”

They couldn’t get up to his dorm room fast enough.

“Can’t you just use any color sock?” Val laughed as he dug through his drawers, searching for a black one. “How about we just do this?” She peeled off her sweater, revealing a black lacy bra underneath. He stopped digging through his drawers, watching as she unhooked it, letting her breasts free, and then opened the door to tie it onto the handle.

“Val!” he hissed, pulling her back into the room. “What if someone saw you?”

“I’m a bit of an exhibitionist.” She laughed, pressing him back against the door and locking it, her hands moving up under his shirt. “If you hadn’t noticed.”

Her mouth turned up to his and he kissed her, wanting to feel that again, her tongue, her lips, oh, her mouth was so soft. His hands found their way to her breasts, wanting to feel the weight of them. She melted against him, moaning when he thumbed her hard, dark nipples.

“I think you have something for me.” Val dropped to her knees, unfastening his belt and unsnapping his jeans. There was no doubt about it, he was incredibly hard, and she tugged his pants and boxers down, letting his cock free. “Oh, now that’s nice…”

“Mmmm,” Henry agreed, closing his eyes as she stroked him in her hand first, and then took him into her mouth. Oh god, her mouth. Henry glanced down, seeing her eyes turned up, her tongue circling the head of his dick.

“I’m so wet.” She whispered the words against his shaft as she licked down toward his balls. Henry thought about the sweet clutch of her cunt, his cock jumping at the memory. It had all gone so fast that night. Now he wanted to really take his time and explore her.

But Val had other plans.

“Get on the bed.” She stood, tugging at his cock, drawing him further into the room. He stepped out of his boxers and jeans, toeing off his shoes, letting her lead him toward the bed by pulling on his dick. “Which one is yours?”

He pointed toward the one on the left with the Hudson Bay blanket as a bedspread. She pulled back the covers, pushing him down.

“Take off your shirt.”

He did as she asked, tossing it on the floor as she turned and backed up toward the bed.

“Do me?”

He unzipped her skirt, his hand moving over the soft, pale flesh of her bare back, dipping his fingers into the two dimples above her ass as she wiggled out of the skirt. Her panties were red and she wasn’t wearing any stockings. Instead of turning toward him, she bent over, giving him a nice, full view of her ass. He ran his hand over the edge of her panties, following the elastic down between her thighs with his finger.

“Where’s your new toy?” she murmured, protesting when he tried to pull her panties aside.

“Under the bed. In a box.”

She got down on her knees, finding the box and pulling it out. “Oooo a boy scout.” She held up a tube of KY gel. “Are you always so prepared?”

“I try.”

Val took the top off the Fleshlight, exploring the soft, flesh-like folds of the pussy inside with her fingers. “Wow, it looks so real.” He watched, breathless, as she brought the synthetic pussy up close, studying it. Then she reached her tongue out to lick it, right on the little clit.

Henry groaned, his hand moving down to clutch himself.

“You like that?” She flicked her tongue against the clit, then dipped down to press it into the hole. “Have you licked it? Tell me the truth.”

“I did,” he said, and then confessed, “I was thinking of you.”

Her eyes lit up. “Were you?” She opened the KY, squirting some onto her fingers and then rubbing it over the Fleshlight. Her fingers slipped inside and he saw her bite her lip as she felt around in there, all the soft raised edges and ridges that felt so damned good sliding down over his dick. She fingered the toy gently, letting him watch as she explored.

“I want to see.” She handed him the toy, gazing at his crotch. “Do it for me.”

Henry took it, slowly rubbing the head of his cock over the soft flesh, teasing. He loved the feel of the pussy lips parting for him, giving in.

“Ohhh,” Val breathed when he took it in both hands and slid it all the way down, burying himself inside. The sensation was heaven and Henry let out a long, shuddering breath. “Does it feel good?”

“Mmm,” he agreed, rocking his hips up.

“Do it,” she urged, standing next to the bed, admiring him. He could see the outline of her cunt, a wet spot on the crotch of her panties, and he felt his cock swell inside the toy at the sight of her. “Fuck that tight little pussy for me.”

He groaned, using both hands to start, making long, even strokes up and down. Val watched, her breath coming faster, her heavy breasts swaying as she reached between her legs, rubbing herself through her panties. The times he had played with the toy by himself, he’d maybe had the stimulation of some porn or his own imagination, but not since that night at the frat house had he had such a sexy, live show. He was ready to explode. He closed his eyes, slowing, not wanting to come yet.

“What are you thinking about?” Val’s voice was breathless as she knelt next to him on the bed, her hand inside her panties now, clearly rubbing. He wanted to see.

“Licking you.” It wasn’t really what he was thinking about-he’d been trying hard not to come, so he was holding back-but it was definitely what he wanted.

“Do you want to lick me while you do that?” She seemed to like the idea and before he knew it, she was straddling him, facing the wall, thighs spread, panties still on as she settled herself over his face. He had to hold the Fleshlight very still because just the smell of her pussy, that sweet, musky scent, made him want to come.

“You want it?” she teased, rubbing one finger up and down her slit through her panties. “You wanna lick that wet cunt?”

His cock jumped and he clenched his ass, watching as she pulled her panties aside, showing him. It was hard to believe he’d been inside of her, had fucked her, had watched and felt her come. It was like a dream. Had that really been him? Had it been real?

“There she is.” Val nudged her clit with her fingernail, shivering. He could see how hard her nipples were, the skin around them puckered. “I bet she tastes better than your Fleshlight.”

Henry was sure of it. He was actually salivating as she lowered her pussy to his eager mouth. He moaned almost as loudly as she did when he parted her lips with his tongue, sucking at her clit, tasting her. He’d only ever done it once before, but he had imagined doing it a thousand, a million times, and his eagerness made up for any lack of skill.

“Oh!” Val’s hands moved up to her breasts, cupping them, her hips beginning to rock. She was wet-she hadn’t been kidding-very, very wet. Her juices coated his tongue, his chin, his cheeks, her hips rolling in circles. “That’s good! Do that! Like that!”

He kept making the circles she seemed to like, around and around her clit. The taste of her was incredible, making his cock jerk and swell. He switched the Fleshlight to one hand, using the other to explore the soft folds of Val’s pussy. She whimpered, bracing herself against the wall with one hand, the other still rubbing over her nipples, back and forth. When his fingers found their way inside of her, her eyelids fluttered closed, her hair falling down, framing her face.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered, her breath coming fast. Henry slowed the pussy fucking his cock. It was too much, feeling the smooth, wet walls of her pussy squeezing his fingers, the taste of her in his throat as he swallowed. If he let his mind go, if he for one moment imagined there was another girl riding him, he was going to explode. “Oh yes, yes, baby, make me come in your mouth!”

Oh. God.

She moaned, her thighs quivering, and he saw the muscles in her belly begin to contract. Then her pussy clamped down over his fingers, squeezing them with her orgasm, and Henry groaned, bucking his hips up into the sweet cunt wrapped around his dick, pumping fast and hard. He couldn’t stop it, didn’t want to anymore.

“Oh fuck!” Val shuddered, arching, spreading and splaying herself against him. He buried his face between her thighs, drowning himself in her juices, and he thrust himself deep into the pussy between his own legs, giving into his own climax. He watched her with glazed eyes as she climbed off, collapsing next to him on the bed.

He jumped when she grabbed the Fleshlight. “Easy!”

“Oh you were a bad, bad boy, weren’t you?” Val pulled on the toy, easing his cock out of the fleshy hole and watching Henry’s cum spill down.

“Sorry,” Henry apologized, but Val was already working on him, her hand wrapped around his shaft, the Fleshlight in the other.

“Mmmm!” She tipped the toy up and he groaned, watching her lap at the silicone flesh, catching the white gush of his cum with her tongue. “I want more of that.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” he agreed, watching her hand moving on his dick, her tongue still working its way into the toy, greedy for his cum. He thought he’d never seen anything so sexy in his life.

“Oh my god,” Val murmured happily. “You get so hard again so fast!”

“Your fault.”

“Amazing.” She was incredulous, watching his cock jerk back to life. “Hey, I have an idea.”

He watched, bemused, as she climbed off the bed, taking his Fleshlight and wedging it between the mattress and the boxspring, the pussy-end facing out. She rubbed her fingers over the opening again, gathering more of Henry’s cum, and then lifted them to her mouth, sucking greedily.

“Now we switch.” She pulled him down to kneel on the floor while she climbed back up on the bed, taking off her panties.

“What are you…?” He regarded her, half-smiling, as she stretched out, her legs dangling over on either side of him. She was something, stretched out like that. She had three star tattoos on her belly around her navel that he hadn’t seen that night-they’d been covered by the corset-and another one on her lower back, the proverbial tramp stamp. They were sexy as hell.

“Still hard?” she murmured, licking her fingers and circling her nipples with them. His eyes darkened as he watched her.

“Even harder,” he agreed, rubbing his thumb over the sensitive head of his cock. He’d only come once. He could definitely come again. And he wanted to be inside her when he did.

She cupped her breasts, one in each hand, her fingernails painted alternately black and red, her gaze on his face, gauging his reaction. She must have liked what she saw because she half-smiled, her fingernails tickling over her own ribcage, dipping into the softness of her belly, tracing circles around her navel. His breath quickened again as he watched her hands flutter down to that runway of dark pubic hair, leading the way to her pussy.

“Like what you see?”

“You’re beautiful.” He swallowed, her pussy opening for him under the soft press of her fingers. It was a gorgeous pink, the lips shaved smooth, still wet from his tongue.

“Want to see how I do it?” She visibly shivered when her finger began circling her clit. Her nipples hardened, too, the dark areolas shrinking as the skin around them began to pucker.

“That’s fucking hot.” His cock wept in his hand, nudging up against the Fleshlight stuck between the boxspring and mattress. He glanced down at it, his brain only registering one thing- pussy.

“Do it.” She saw him looking and smiled. “Fuck your toy.”

“But-”

“I want you to,” she breathed, rubbing herself faster. “Please.”

He wanted to fuck Val, but he relented as she touched herself in front of him, her breath coming faster. He hadn’t used the Fleshlight this way before, and he maneuvered his cock between the silicone lips, feeling the opening, that incredible fucking give, as he thrust his hips forward.

Val’s eyes lit up when he moaned softly. “Hold me,” she whispered, wiggling down, her pussy near the edge of his bed. “Grab my hips.”

His hands moved up over her breasts first, lost in the sensation, his cock pulsing inside the wet sleeve, Val’s pussy hot against his lower belly. She arched when he bent his head to take her nipple into his mouth, sucking, greedy, her hands moving through his dark hair.

“Is it tight?” she murmured, feeling his hips begin to rock. He groaned in agreement, his hands finally moving down to her hips, as if it was her pussy he was fucking instead of the silicone one shoved under his mattress. Still, it felt so good…

She watched his face, her fingernails grazing his belly, his chest. He hissed when she pinched his nipples. Her eyes lit up, and then she did it again, twisting, pulling at them.

“Oh fuck!” He thrust deep into the Fleshlight, the sensation spreading all the way down to his cock.

“Don’t come,” she urged, squirming in his hands, her pussy just wet heat against his belly. “I want you to fuck a real pussy.”

He groaned, sliding his cock slowly out of the Fleshlight. “We better do it then.”

“Got a condom?”

Henry reached over and opened his night table drawer-he and Dean had grabbed handfuls that night at the frat, stuffing them into their jean pockets. He climbed onto the bed, tearing it open with his teeth, but Val took it from him, pushing him back as she rolled it on, his dick jerking in anticipation.

He steadied her as she straddled his hips, rubbing the head of his cock up and down her slit.

“Ready for a real pussy?” She teased him, making circles against her entrance. He didn’t say anything. Instead he grabbed her hips, thrusting up, making her cry out in surprise as he buried himself into her wetness.

“Oh,” he breathed, eyes closing, his whole body sensation centered between his legs, spreading outward in waves. “Easy…”

“You can’t come again that fast,” she teased, rolling her hips.

“Don’t bet on it.” He groaned. “You feel so good.”

“So if I did this…” She began to rock back and forth. “You just might…”

“Fuck!” he moaned, grabbing her hips, trying to keep her still. She was so hot, so fucking hot inside, wet molten lava massaging his cock.

“How about this?” She squeezed her muscles and his eyes flew open in surprise.

“Val,” he warned, his breath coming faster, panting now.

“What?” she taunted, biting her lip, grinding her hips into his. “What are you gonna do?”

He let out a low growl, grabbing her ass and rolling her. She squealed and squirmed as he fucked her, long and deep and hard, his cock pinning her like a spread butterfly on the white sheet.

“Henry!” She hung onto him and pushed him away at the same time, her nails raking over his back, her teeth biting into the soft flesh of his shoulder. He barely noticed, only grunting and thrusting deeper, panting his lust into her ear. “Henry. Henry. Oh fuck, Henry, don’t…I can’t…breathe…oh…now…oh fuck, make me come now!”

He felt her, again, oh yes, again, her pussy spasming, and it was more than enough to send him over the edge. His balls were drawn tight, his dick cocked, aimed and ready, and he exploded deep inside of her contracting cunt, a delicious, fiery milking, emptying himself of whatever fluid might be left in him.

“Oh.” Val breathed, blinking up at the ceiling as Henry threw himself next to her, still gasping for breath. “Wow.”

“Sorry,” he panted, eyes still closed. “You make me…crazy.”

“If that’s crazy…” She laughed. “I like crazy.”

He welcomed her as she snuggled up close, the impossibly soft flesh of her thigh sliding over his. “Are you sure Marcus is going to be okay with this?” It was too late to ask, of course, but the thought of a six-foot-five, two-hundred and fifty pound defensive lineman coming after him was more than a little daunting.

Val snorted. “Marcus is too busy running his little business to care what I do.”

“His business?”

She hesitated and then said, “He’s a bookie. They run the whole thing out of the frat house.”

Henry blinked. “Oh.”

“It’s no wonder he’s always watching the games, right?” She lifted her head, concern in her eyes. “You won’t tell anyone, will you?”

He shrugged. “Who would I tell?”

They both heard the sound of a key in the lock. Val grabbed the Hudson Bay blanket, wrapping it around her, just as Dean shoved the door open.

“Hey!” Henry protested.

Dean blinked, taking in the scene, Val wrapped in a blanket, Henry completely nude, the Fleshlight still wedged into bed. Dean held up Val’s bra. “The sock wasn’t on the door.”

Val rolled her eyes, standing and grabbing her clothes off the floor and the bra out of Dean’s hand, brushing by him. She held the blanket closed around herself and headed toward the bathroom.

“Sorry, man,” Dean apologized, glancing toward the closed bathroom door.

Henry pulled the sheet over himself as Dean flopped across from him on his own bed.

“Listen, can I ask you a favor?” Dean asked, lowering his voice.

“Sure.” Henry grabbed his boxers off the floor, pulling them on.

Val came out of the bathroom, shrugging on her jacket and finding her purse, her eyes meeting Henry’s. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Wait.” Henry took a few strides toward the door, grabbing her arm. He lowered his voice. “I’m sorry.”

“Forget it.” She rolled her eyes at Dean. “Talk to you later?”

“Absolutely.”

She opened the door, starting out, and then turned back to kiss him on the cheek. “Bye.”

Dean waited until Henry closed the door before asking, “Do you have any money I can borrow?”

Henry frowned, sitting down on his bed. “Not a lot…”

“Dude.” Dean sighed, elbows on knees, putting his head in his hands. “I’m in trouble.”

“What kind of trouble?”

“I just…” Dean looked up at him, eyes bleary. “Can I borrow three hundred?”

“Three hundred?” Henry’s jaw dropped. How was he going to explain that to his parents? “Can’t you ask your dad?”

“No way.” His roommate threw himself back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. “I’m tapped out.”

Dean always had cash-always. There seemed to be an endless supply attached to his debit card. Henry couldn’t believe it. But he’d never seen his friend so desolate before.

“I have to go to the ATM,” Henry said “Can it wait until tomorrow?”

“Yeah.” Dean perked up, eyes bright. “Tomorrow? You promise?”

“Sure. What are friends for?” Henry slapped him on the shoulder as he got up. “I’m gonna go take a shower.”

Henry turned the water on, stripping off his boxers, and when he turned to gaze in the mirror, he saw the Hudson Bay blanket folded neatly and left on the sink, and a big heart drawn in lipstick on the mirror with a phone number written in the center. Val’s number.

It’s a bad idea, Henry, he warned himself, moving to smear the number, but in the end, he just couldn’t do it.