Baumgartner generations: Janie

Just seeing her, face flushed with heat, legs spread, belly rising up from the water, her breasts trembling with her impending orgasm, pushed me over the edge.

“Closer!” I gasped, slapping my whole pussy against the side of the tub, again and again, the hot thrill of the water making me shudder as I came, feeling Ronnie’s hand clasped over mine, hearing her cries as she surged over the finish line just after me.

I collapsed into the tub and she did, too, as we clung to each other, still trembling.

“I won,” I said with a grin. “Losers get to clean up.”

“Brat!” She groaned, looking over at the mess of water we’d sloshed out of the tub. “Wanna go best two out of three?”

“Can’t.” I laughed, standing up and getting out. “I’ve got a date with a dance floor tonight.”

“Too bad it isn’t with Josh, hmm?” she teased, and I glanced over as got a new towel-the other was a wet mess on the floor now-and wrapped it around myself,

seeing her hand moving lazily between her thighs, again-insatiable! “He’s quite a hottie.”

“Don’t remind me,” I pouted.

“Well hurry back, we can have some more fun tonight when TJ gets home,” she purred.

“Gotta go get ready.” I shut the door behind me, hearing the unmistakable sounds of her touching herself. I smiled when the jets went on again and headed downstairs to my room.

* * * *

"Going out with your new man?" Gretchen asked as I came into the kitchen.

Ronnie was sitting at the table eating a bagel spread with red pepper paste and peanut butter. She’d had the weirdest food cravings since she got pregnant.

"Heading over to 1 Oak with Lil.” I opened the fridge to get a bottled water.

Gretchen put her container of yogurt in the garbage and her spoon in the sink, returning to the table. "And what are you and TJ doing tonight?” Ronnie licked red peanut butter off her finger. “We just got Avatar from Netflix.”

“Wow. Domestic bliss.” Gretchen made a face, turning to look at me. “Mind if I come with you?”

“Hey, we’re not that boring!” Ronnie protested, washing her peanut butter concoction down with milk.

Gretchen grinned and winked. “Don’t hate me because I walk on the wild side.”

“Go then!” Ronnie laughed, waving her away. “I’ll have a quiet night at home with my husband for a change.”

“You can come if you want.” I didn’t really care. I was only going because I knew I’d been horribly neglectful of my friendship with Lil. What I really wanted to be doing was anything-and everything-with Josh.

“Gimme five minutes.” Gretchen hopped up and headed upstairs to the guest bedroom, the one across from Ronnie and TJ’s. She was wearing shorts and a t-shirt-

the weather had become summer-warm lately, and both Ronnie and Beth were out of school now. Granted, Gretchen’s long, tanned legs looked good in Daisy Duke shorts, but it definitely wasn’t 1 Oak attire.

I took the chair she had vacated across from Ronnie. “How’s the apartment hunt coming?”

She glanced over at me, speculative. “You don’t like having Gretchen here?”

“It’s not that.” I shrugged, although a part of me really didn’t like knowing she was sleeping upstairs, right across the hall from them. “I just wondered.”

“She’s still looking. I went to see a few places with her yesterday.” Ronnie took a gulp of milk. “Don’t be too late, okay? Beth’s sleeping at Isabella’s tonight, but I’d like to go to the park tomorrow.”

“Okay.” I could easily make that promise, knowing I wouldn’t be going home with anyone else tonight. My phone vibrated and I took it out of my purse. Lil texting me. Of course.

ALEK’S COMING!

Great. Now I was going to have to entertain Gretchen all night and be the third wheel to Lil and Alek. They were, according to Lil, officially a “thing” now. This night couldn’t get any better.

FAB! I texted her back, glad my phone couldn’t convey sarcasm.

“Okay, let’s get this show on the road.” I looked up and blinked as Gretchen appeared in the doorway, all long tawny limbs and white-blond hair. The silver skirt she was wearing rode high on her thighs, making her legs look even longer. Of course, the four inch black heels on her feet didn’t hurt either. She was wearing a black halter-like top that tied at the neck, putting her cleavage on display.

“Ready?” I asked.

“I was born ready, sweetie.” She winked at Ronnie as we headed out the door.

* * * *

Once we were in

1 Oak

— which proved to be even easier when Gretchen was with us-it wasn’t as bad as I’d anticipated. Lil hugged me hard, and I was genuinely glad to see her, even if Alek was tagging along behind. He was an okay dancer, but he mostly liked to watch from the bar, so Gretchen joined Lil and me on the floor and we rocked the night away. The DJ was good, every song better than the last, and it was at least an hour before I even thought about leaving the floor.

“Alek will buy us drinks,” Lil panted as she grabbed my hand, finally dragging me off. Gretchen followed, piling her hair up on her head with one hand to cool her neck.