A Baumgartner reunion

They’d already started, the sound of their flesh slapping together loud in the closed space, the acoustics amplifying the noise. I leaned in closer to the crack in the stall door, determined to see if it was Janie’s Brian, but even though I could see them both now, their were backs to me-he had her bent over a sink-

and I couldn’t determine for sure that it was him. Same hair color, sure. But there were lots of guys named Brian out there with dark hair… There was no mirror over the sink, so I couldn’t see their faces. Had he been wearing a black t-shirt and jeans? I couldn’t remember.

“Ohh god your pussy is sooo good!”

The girl moaned, gripping the sink. “Harder!”

It isn’t Brian, I told myself, biting my lip and willing them to change positions so I could see for sure. I told myself I only wanted to see his face, but the sound of their sex was intoxicating, and I didn’t want to admit I longed to see more. Her skirt was pushed up around her waist, her panties pulled down to her knees, but I could only see the smooth curve of her hip and the hard clench of his bare ass as he shoved himself inside of her.

Please don’t be Janie’s Brian, I thought, watching as his jeans slipped further down his thighs, giving me an even better view of the muscles flexing in his behind. God, that was good. I imagined being bent over the sink like that, being fucked from behind, hard and fast, feeling him filling me. Oh god, that was really, really wrong. Especially if that was Janie’s Brian out there. It isn’t, my mind insisted. It just can’t be.

The last thing I wanted to have to do was tell Janie I’d seen her boyfriend fucking some girl in the bathroom. How exactly was I supposed to bring that up? I winced at the thought, shaking my head and praying it wasn’t him. I didn’t even want to acknowledge my reaction to it, how my pussy throbbed under the short cover of my skirt and my nipples hardened as I watched them fucking, harder, faster, more and more determined to reach their final, sweet destination.

Oh my god, what was wrong with me?

“Ohh fuck, you’re gonna make me come!” He moaned and I shrank backward again, sitting down on the seat to wait for the finale, telling myself I didn’t want to see, I didn’t want to know, but oh god, my pussy was so achingly wet…

“Yes! Yes!” The redhead’s voice was high and breathless, urging him on.

The whole room reverberated with the fast pounding of their flesh and I heard him moan loudly, the unmistakable sound of orgasm. I closed my eyes, biting my lip, trying not to hear the cries of pleasure or imagine that it was me spreading and arching and begging for that hot release of cum…

I tried hard to control my own breathing as I listened to the soft panting and fumbling of their post-coital readjustment.

“Will I see you back at the hotel tonight?” the redhead asked. Someone turned the sink on and I was relieved for the distraction, taking a few deep, steadying breaths.

“I’m here with that girl I told you about…” Now that his voice was back to

“normal,” I had a sinking feeling it really was Janie’s Brian, but I still didn’t want to believe it. He wouldn’t do that to her… would he?

The girl sighed loudly. “Your parents still making you take her out?”

“Her parents are friends of my dad,” Brian explained. “I can’t say no.” They were going to leave, and I could just go back out there and pretend nothing had happened, I realized. I had no confirmation the guy out there was Brian. I tried peering through the crack in the door again, but his back was still to me.

“What about when you get back?” The redhead-I could see her face now, pouty and imploring-slid her arms around his waist.

“I’ll give you a call when I get back to the hotel tonight.” They kissed and I waited, wondering what to do. Janie should know, I told myself. If it’s him, she should know. But did I really want to be the one to tell her?

“You promise?” the girl asked.

“Sure.” He kissed her again. “Let’s go.”

It was my last chance. Did I want to know? Were they going to disappear into the crowd without any confirmation? Wouldn’t that be a blessing after all?

Then I remembered-Brian’s tennis shoes!

Ducking my head just enough, I looked under the stall door and saw them-a pair of black Karhu M1 running shoes with orange laces and stripes.

Unmistakable. And I never would have noticed them at all if Doc hadn’t cracked some joke about Brian’s hundred-and-fifty-dollar Halloween shoes before we left!

Great. It really was Janie’s Brian slipping out with some redhead he’d just bent over the bathroom sink. Some redhead he’d obviously been with before-

back at the hotel. And I had to go tell her. Just great.

I slipped out of the stall and washed my hands at the sink, taking a long time in front of the dryer, not looking forward to what I had to do. I tried every way of approaching it I could possibly think of in my head as I stood there, and none of them seemed right.