Baumgartner generations: Janie

“Yes!” I clutched his hand, making it into a fist and grinding my clit against it.

“Ohhhh god, yes, fill me, baby, fill me with all that hot fucking cum!” My orgasm rocked us both, and Josh held me tight with one arm wrapped around me, the other clenched between my trembling thighs. I felt his cum dripping out of me, each spasm of my climax sending more of it in a flood mixed with my own juices down my ass.

He wrapped both arms around me as I turned to kiss him, our lips salty with sweat. I smiled as I rolled to my side, so we were pressed belly to belly, still catching our breath, and picked a rose petal out of his hair, flicking it. It stuck to his chest and I laughed.

“Romantic idea,” I said. “But highly impractical. I’m covered in rose petals.” We both were-they were stuck all over us, arms, legs, hair-and I didn’t even want to think about the other places they might be hiding.

“You’re beautiful.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “There’s a tub fit for a princess in this bathroom. We can get clean before we start round two.”

“Does it have jets?” I perked up.

“I think so.” He picked petals out of my hair. “Why?”

“Because I want to show you something.”

He leaned over and captured my mouth again-god I loved kissing him-and murmured, “Oh goodie, I can’t wait.”

“Wait… this bathroom? How many bathrooms are there?” I asked, maneuvering toward the edge of the bed.

“Five.”

My eyes widened. “Five?”

“That’s right.” He rolled onto his belly, grabbing a pillow and hugging it as he looked at me. “And I intend to fuck you in every single one of them.”

“Five bedrooms.” I counted on my fingers. “Five bathrooms…” I held up all ten fingers, smirking. “Are you up to that?”

“Let’s find out.”

I squealed as he came after me, quick as a snake, and I didn’t even make it to the bathroom before I was in his arms again.

* * * *

“I don’t want you to go.” Josh pulled me into his arms across the Mustang’s console, kissing me for the umpteenth time. I’d lost count of kisses and times we’d made love and times we’d chased each other around completely naked and laughing hysterically, Josh threatening to spank me, and me threatening to tie him up and tickle him to death. I’d discovered his one weakness, his Achilles, well, not heel, but armpit-

and had taken full advantage.

“I don’t either.” It had been a dream-three days in the Presidential Suite at the Plaza, with Eric cooking our meals and nothing to do but play all day. Josh had simply taken the days off work, and I’d called Ronnie to tell her I wouldn’t be home until Wednesday. Thank goodness it was summer break, because I didn’t think I could have said “No,” to Josh, even if it meant getting fired.

But I knew, of course, they wouldn’t fire me.

“Stay with me.” His eyes searched mine in the morning light. “Move in with me.” I blinked at him, swallowing hard. Not that it wasn’t tempting, but…

I glanced at the house, knowing Ronnie was home, probably making Beth breakfast while TJ got ready for work. They were my family. How was I supposed to just…give all that up?

“Josh, I can’t…” I winced at the pained look on his face. “I mean, where I live…it’s also my job.”

“But you don’t have to work…” He sighed when he saw the look on my face.

“Okay. But will you think about it? Maybe in a month or two…” I nodded and he kissed me again, quickly this time, before coming to open my door. He was getting my suitcase from out of the trunk and I was standing next to him, teasing his ribcage with my fingernails, threatening to tickle him, when I heard the front door open. I turned, my hand caught in mid-wave as the screen door banged wide and TJ burst out, carrying Ronnie in his arms.

“Call 911!” Josh sprinted past me and I stood there, aghast, not moving. I couldn’t move. Ronnie was covered in blood, the whole front of her nightgown soaked in red, and TJ stopped for a moment as Josh said something to him. He shook his head, starting down the porch steps, but Josh stopped him again, still talking.

“Janie!” Josh yelled again, and I startled, looking at him, my eyes wide. “Call 911!

Now!”

I dug my phone out of my purse, dialing and walking toward them in a daze as I watched TJ collapse, sitting on the front porch steps with Ronnie in his arms, sobbing.

She was awake, aware, talking to him, her arms wrapped around his neck. Josh sat beside them, putting an arm around TJ’s shoulders, still talking.

“Please, I need an ambulance,” I croaked when the 911 operator asked what my emergency was. Josh looked up at me and saw the look on my face. “There’s so much blood, please, you have to come.”

He took the phone, pulling me down to sit next to him on the porch too, telling the operator the address.

“I think it’s a miscarriage,” he said into the phone, glancing over his shoulder as Gretchen appeared at the door, her mouth agape. I saw Beth coming up behind her and looked at Josh, my eyes wide.