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by Selena Kitt
Category: Erotica/Menage Erotica/Romance
Description: Get both Meet the Baumgartners and A Baumgartner Christmas, two stories in Selena Kitt's bestselling Baumgartner series for one low price! In MEET THE BAUMGARTNERS - Carrie swore off men after a relationship-gone-bad in her freshman year of college and is perfectly happy with her roommate and lover, Maureen, until she discovers Steve Baumgartner ("Call me 'Doc,' everybody does") in a very compromising--and decidedly sexy--position. Meeting Doc complicates things, but when Maureen's very-religious boyfriend becomes a real threat and the gang goes to Key West for summer break, Carrie finds herself swept away by circumstance into a whirlwind of lust and sexual discovery. In A BAUMGARTNER CHRISTMAS - In spite of a brief experimentation early in their relationship, Doc and Carrie Baumgartner have since maintained a monogamous marriage without too much difficulty or even temptation--until now. A move far from home, coupled with new friends and long hours away from each other in classes or at work, have left the young Baumgartner couple on shaky ground. Doc believes bringing in someone "new" like they did early in their relationship might add just the spice their marriage needs, but Carrie isn't so sure about that plan. Doc has a surprise Christmas present for his wife anyway--but in an ironic twist, he discovers she has one for his as well, and each gift allows the Baumgartners to rediscover, in the true spirit of Christmas, an expansive love that includes not only their feelings for each other, but their ability to share that inclusive passion with others as well.
eBook Publisher: Excessica Publishing,
eBookwise Release Date: January 2012
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [225 KB]
Reading time: 131-184 min.
The guy had the most beautiful cock she had ever seen.
Not that she'd really seen that many. Carrie had seen her father's and her brother's, of course, but neither in a sexual way. There had been four boys, though--two in high school and two during her freshman year in college. All of them had rather average penises, although the last one, Mike, had been very proficient in using his.
But this guy...
He was exquisite. The sight of him made her ass clench and her belly thrum with excitement.
And that just wasn't okay.
Because she'd sworn off men during her freshman year, had even thought about switching teams--she loved women, and was attracted to them almost as equally as men. At least, that's what she'd told herself after Mike, and for three years, she'd believed it--until she saw the guy with the gorgeous cock stroking it in the dorm bathroom.
And it was all her own damned fault.
They had co-ed dorms, each gender separated by floors. She was on the third, in a room on the end, and the bathroom was all the way at the other end of the long tiled hallway. At three in the morning, snuggled under the covers with an aching bladder full of beer and an already-throbbing head, Carrie would fight her body, listening to her roommate, Maureen, snoring softly in the darkness, until she couldn't stand it for another minute.
By that time, the distance down the hall to the left seemed like miles. It was much faster to sprint down the short flight of stairs to her right where, just inside the door at the bottom, the first floor bathroom sat empty and oh-so-accessible. If it just happened to be the men's bathroom, well, she could always feign intoxication, apologize profusely and skedaddle--she had, on one occasion, interrupted a guy at a urinal, whose surprise had nearly caused a horrible zipper accident.
Most of the time, she simply slipped in, quickly relieved herself, and was back in her own bed before anyone spotted her. Besides, it was summer now, and only a fraction of the school's student body was even on campus. The odds of her getting caught went down considerably during summer term.
She probably would have slipped in and out unnoticed that night, too, except she heard his low, soft moan. She sat, her bladder throbbing blissfully in relief, and listened, her breath still in her throat. At first, she assumed it was some drunk guy moaning to the porcelain god, about to toss his cookies. Then he moaned again, and she distinctly heard him whisper hoarsely, "Yeah, baby, fuck me!"
The words made her flush with heat, and when she wiped herself, her pussy was moist with more than just urine. She sat frozen, barely breathing, her whole body attuned to the sound. She couldn't quite tell where it was coming from. It wasn't any of the six bathroom stalls--like most men's rooms, none of them had doors, and she was in the very last. So where was he?
Carrie stood and, instead of flushing, crept out of the stall in pink stockinged feet, pulling her robe more tightly around her. The stalls were behind a wall--at least it gave them some modicum of privacy--and the sinks were on the other side of that. She'd peeked in before heading toward a stall and hadn't seen anyone.
"Oh god, yeah! Gimme that hot little pussy!"
Carrie stopped and blinked, her own little pussy suddenly quite hot, looking at the row of sinks, which all stood empty, the mirror above the first one reflecting her smeared mascara and a disheveled blond mass of hair. Then she glanced at the row of shower stalls across from the sinks with a dawning realization.