Baumgartner generations: Janie

"Come here." He hastened me down to lean over him, his hands maneuvering my motion, our bodies slapping together as we fucked. His mouth found mine and he sucked at my tongue, compelling me to work faster, take him deeper.

"Shhh," he implored, glancing toward the door, and I knew he didn't want Ronnie to know he'd snuck into my bed in the middle of the night instead of going down to sleep on the sofa. He didn't want her to know he’d crept into the nanny’s room to fuck her on the sly.

"Oh god, that's good," I whimpered as his hips made circles, straining up, his hand slipping between us to caress my clit. "You know I love that…"

I kneaded my pussy against his hand, keeping his cock buried deep, my mouth mashed against his as our breath mingled. I was going to come so hard, there was no stopping it. Instead, I closed my eyes and worked for it, undulating my hips, his cock planted deep inside.

"MmmmmMMMmm!" I couldn't get out much more because his hand was behind my neck as he kissed me fiercely, and thank god, because I swear I moaned Josh's name as I climaxed, my pussy clenching so hard I thought it would snap TJ's cock like a twig. I whimpered and mewed as I came, shuddering uncontrollably, my thighs gripping him like a vise.

"Oh baby." TJ kissed my cheeks and chin, as I quaked in his arms. "That was so good."

"Mmmm hmmm." He was still stiff inside of me. "Your turn."

He groaned as I wriggled him out of my still-spasming cunt and started stroking him against my belly. He was slick and swollen but I spit in my hand anyway and fisted my saliva over the head of his dick, giving me even more lubrication. His eyes lit up as he watched me jerk him off, his hands moving to my breasts, yanking on my nipples.

They were so sensitive I squirmed in his lap and that just drove him on, grunting and ramming up into my hand.

"Ohhh fuck!" he bellowed, eyes closing, head going back.

"Shhhh." I glanced at the door. "Come on," I whispered. "Come for me."

His breath was hurried, his hips lunging, and I kneeled up, still pulling on his cock but now aiming it at the crest of my bald, dewy cleft. He bit his lip as he spread my fat pussy lips with his fingers, his eyes all on my cunt as I pumped him in my fist.

"Do it!" I begged, laboring hard, panting. "Come all over my hot little pussy!"

That did it. He exploded in my hand, his cock bulging, his cum shooting hot and fast against my clit with laser-like heat and precision. I gasped at the sensation, feeling him flood my fist as I continued to jerk him off. He trembled and thrust, but he didn't make any sound above a whimper as I milked him dry.

"Jesus," he whispered, using my red silk panties to clean my hand as he pulled me close. "I came so hard I can't even see straight."

"Mmmm." I rested my head against his chest, glancing at the clock and wondering if we could go back to sleep. I had half an hour before the alarm went off.

He kissed the top of my head, giving me my answer. "I'm going to go down to the sofa."

"Okay," I conceded as he slipped out of bed, finding his boxers and putting them on before unlocking my door.

"Beth has a concert tonight." He stopped with his hand on the doorknob.

"Remember, Ronnie wants to go to dinner afterward."

I nodded, snuggling under the covers as he opened the door. I remembered-

Beth had a solo in one of her school's little productions. The girl had a beautiful voice.

I’d told Josh about it the night before-it was the main reason we weren’t getting together for our “second date” that very night.

"Hey, how was your date with Josh?" TJ turned to look at me like he’d read my mind.

"Good." I hid a smile I couldn't help under my covers. " Masa was amazing."

"I bet." He cocked his head. "Well, I'm afraid Tamarind will pale in comparison tonight, but it will have to do."

"It's fine," I replied, wondering if we were still talking about restaurants. "Beth will love it." The girl was a nut for Indian food.

He gave a little nod, frowning. "Are you okay?"

"Fine." I shrugged. "Maybe just a little too much sake last night."

"I love you, Janie." His eyes were soft, and it made me soften. Damnit. I loved him, too. But he was out the door before I could respond, shutting it softly behind him.

I couldn't fall back asleep. My alarm rang and I reached over to turn it off, still thinking about TJ and Ronnie…and Josh…and wondering what in the hell I was going to do.

That's when I noticed a message on my phone. Grabbing it off my night table, sure it was Josh, I called my voice mail.

"Hi Janie, it's Mom." I looked at the phone in surprise. She usually called me once a week on Fridays. A Sunday night call-or had it been early Monday morning?-