BESTSELLING & AWARD-WINNING AUTHOR SELENA KITT
HALF A MILLION NAUGHTY BOOKS SOLD IN 2011
GUARANTEED QUALITY - THE CREAM AT THE TOP OF EROTICA!
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.
If you've read one of the books in the Baumgartners series, you'll love this prequel to the series. If you've never read any of them - Meet the Baumgartners! Your life will never be the same again!
Warnings: This title contains lesbian sex, a ménage a trois (MFF threesome), a wicked game of strip poker and the hottest shower masturbation scenes you may ever read.
IF YOU LIKED MEET THE BAUMGARTNERS,
you may want to have more fun with this family!
A Baumgartner Christmas
Baumgartner Shorts
The Baumgartners Plus One
Babysitting the Baumgartners
A Baumgartner Reunion
Baumgartner Generations: Janie
Baumgartner Generations: Henry
Letters to the Baumgartners
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EXCERPT:
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.
But 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!"
HALF A MILLION NAUGHTY BOOKS SOLD IN 2011
GUARANTEED QUALITY - THE CREAM AT THE TOP OF EROTICA!
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.
If you've read one of the books in the Baumgartners series, you'll love this prequel to the series. If you've never read any of them - Meet the Baumgartners! Your life will never be the same again!
Warnings: This title contains lesbian sex, a ménage a trois (MFF threesome), a wicked game of strip poker and the hottest shower masturbation scenes you may ever read.
IF YOU LIKED MEET THE BAUMGARTNERS,
you may want to have more fun with this family!
A Baumgartner Christmas
Baumgartner Shorts
The Baumgartners Plus One
Babysitting the Baumgartners
A Baumgartner Reunion
Baumgartner Generations: Janie
Baumgartner Generations: Henry
Letters to the Baumgartners
-----------------
EXCERPT:
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.
But 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!"
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