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 Babysitting the Baumgartners, A Baumgartner Reunion, or Baumgartner Generations: Janie, 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 f/f sex, a m/f/f threesome, a wicked game of strip poker and the hottest shower masturbation scenes you may ever read.
The Blackraven, BlackRaven's Reviews, 5/5 Ravens!
"Ms. Kitt will take you on the emotional rollercoaster ride of your life with this short story...The characters are loveable with a level a depth that brings them to life on the page and the sex is scorching hot to the point that it'll set your e-reader on fire. If you haven't tried Ms. Kitt's Baumgartner series then you're in for a real treat."
Thomas, Sizzling Hot Books, 4/5 Hearts!
"[A] great book. I loved the way that the author built the relationship up...recommended to anyone who likes to hear about partying and sex."
Athena, The Romance Studio, 4/5 Hearts!
"I greatly enjoyed Carrie's and Doc's story, the infamous Baumgartners from Ms. Kitt's Baumgartner series…this one has great sex, excellent writing, and very naughty characters. I loved the new perspective of Carrie this book gives... a great addition by Ms. Kitt, and all the fans of the Baumgartner series must read this great prequel."
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!"
The words made her flush with heat, and when she wiped herself, her pussy was moist with more than just urine. She sat frozen, barely breathing, her whole body attuned to the sound. She couldn't quite tell where it was coming from. It wasn't any of the six bathroom stalls—like most men's rooms, none of them had doors, and she was in the very last. So where was he?
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