Letty has a BDSM kink.
By LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.
Chapter 29:
Gina led us through the warehouse, down a dark corridor I had never been down, to a door that read "Emergency Only." Pushing the door open, we walked into a dimly-lit room filled with boxes stacked high. I followed the two women down around the corner of the box maze, and was presented with a shock: before me was a queen sized bed nicely made, as well as a nearby-positioned, big, comfy chair and a similarly laid out chez lounge.
"What the fuck?" I whispered.
Gina stopped just before the bed and turned to Letty, who was in the process of removing the last of her clothes.
Flat, tight stomach, perky breasts, round, supple ass, long, toned legs. Letty's body was immaculate. She stood before me fully nude, save for her stiletto boots, and the collar and leash around her neck.
"Tell him," Gina said, giving the leash a very slight yank.
Letty turned toward me.
"Please make yourself comfortable, Tim, and enjoy what follows however you'd like. When you feel so inclined, know that my body is yours to use freely, in whatever manner you want."
Instinctively I began to respond with a "Yes, Mistress," but Gina stopped me before I could finish the word.
"No. There'll be no more of that. Not tonight.
My cock lurched inside my pants. I smiled.
A jerk of the leash sent Letty's attention back to Gina, who was reclining into the thicket of pillows on the bed. Her breasts were shiny from the remnants of my cum and Letty's saliva. Her panties were gone, and her legs butterflied open. Her cunt was wet and waiting.
Letty joined her.
"Please me with your mouth, slut," she said with relish, and gave the leash a yank. Letty fell forward face first between her legs. I saw Gina's expression soften, a smirk pulling at her lips as Letty began to lick her cunt.
I settled myself into the big comfy chair nearby and began to watch.
Gina's eyes drifted closed. She squeezed her breasts, teasing her nipples as Letty began to feast on her.
I couldn't take my eyes off her tits, off the way she pinched the nipples, how she pushed them together and moaned in delight.
Despite having just launched a sizable load onto Gina's face, I felt my cock stir; god bless 18 year old constitution.
I became mesmerized by the two women, my co-worker and our boss, and I mindlessly began rubbing my thickening cock through my pants. I couldn't help but think back to the night I watched Tara and Sarah make love. But this wasn't making love; this was fucking.
"Show Tim your cunt, slut," she moaned at our boss, "show him how wet it makes you to eat me."
Without removing her mouth from Gina's lips, Letty repositioned, sending her tight, perfect ass straight up into the air. I could see plain as day already that her lips were swollen and wide, slick with arousal. I didn't even need her to reach her hand down and spread them with her fingers the way she did.
I rubbed my cock more forcefully. My full hardness returned.
Gina caught me staring and smiled through her pleasure.
"Make me cum, slut," Gina moaned between quickening breaths, "make me cum right now or you'll be punished!"
Letty's fingers left her wetness, and I saw them dip back to join her mouth between Gina's legs. From the way Gina gasped, I could tell those fingers went directly into her cunt.
"Yes, yes,” Gina began to moan. She wrapped her fist around Letty's leash, gripping the back of Letty's head. Her hips rocked and thrust against Letty's face, mouth agape, her breath almost imperceptible. Her free hand shot up and grabbed on to the iron headboard behind her, her eyes closed, lost in the sensation of Letty's licking tongue and penetrating fingers. Her body started to vibrate and shake.
My mouth was dry and my cock was hard.
Gina had been silent, focused on the mounting pleasure, and then her quiet breath turned suddenly to deep, sucking gasps, and with a loud, sharp ejaculation of sound from her mouth, Gina began to cum.
In all my experiences so far, my favorite thing ever was to see a beautiful woman lost in orgasm, and Gina was no exception. Chin tucked deep into her bulging breasts, she held Letty's face tight to her cunt, rolling her hips hard into a slurping tongue and thrusting fingers. I could hear how wet she was.
But more than just the eroticism of Gina's orgasm, seeing my dominant boss Letty, my Mistress, get turned into a subservient slut was conflicting, yet extremely intoxicating. Watching Gina's body explode and writhe as she used Letty's face for her own pleasure, I immediately got envious. I wanted to be a part of it.
I stood up, almost instinctively, just as Gina's orgasm subsided. A satisfied smirk on her face, Gina pulled Letty's face off her cunt by her hair. Letty's face was shimmering with Gina's cum, her breath heavy.
"What do you say, slut?" Gina asked.
"Thank you, Madam." Letty gasped.
Gina looked over at me, standing at the foot of the bed, dumbfounded, not sure what my next move should be, and made the decision for me by tossing Letty's leash in my direction.
I picked it up, felt it in my hand. I followed its length up to the woman on the other end of it.
Letty sat back on her heels, her posture straight and tall, waiting. Her tits were perfect, her nipples hard as diamonds, Gina's cum streaking down her chin and neck. Her icy blue eyes stared directly at me as they had many times before, but now there was something different behind them: desire.
I thought about everything Letty had put me through this summer, at work or after work. I wrapped the lead in my hand.
"On your knees on the floor, slut."
Letty let out a breath as though she had been holding it. There was a twinkle behind her eyes, and then she offered back a breathy "Yes, sir" and slipped down to the floor in front of me.
I looked down at her. Her eyes pierced through me with anticipation. My cock pushed lewdly against the fabric of my pants.
"Take my cock out, and suck it."
That chill of excitement ran through her again. Her hands made quick work of my pants, and soon my hard cock was free to the night air once more. She grasped my thick length in her delicate fingers and stared at the big, flared head. She looked up at me; she wanted me to say it again, I could tell.
"Suck my cock," I obliged.
Letty let out another breathy, sexy, "Yes, Sir," and then her lips, lips that I had only known to be tight and pursed, opened up, wetted by a quick flash of her tongue, and closed around the head of my dick.
I moaned. Letty leaned forward, more of my cock pushing into her mouth. She pulled back to the tip, regrouped, and went down my shaft again.
My boss was on her knees, sucking my cock.
Letty's head began to bob and find a rhythm. My body was overwhelmed with the sensations, maybe more so with the situation, but something wasn't right. Letty was giving me perfectly good head, that tight purse of her lips normally reserved for disapproval now forming a deliciously tight ring around my cock, but I think that was the problem. It was too efficient.
On her next slip to the tip I pulled my cock away from her. She looked up at me confused.
"No," I said, watching my boss daintily wipe the edge of her mouth, "I want you to suck my cock like you mean it. I want it wet. I want it, messy."
"Yes, Sir," she responded dutifully. Before she could resume, however, something came over me. I had never had this much unbridled sexual power before. It was exhilarating. I began to give in to the game.
"Open your mouth, slut," I said, tentatively adopting the degrading language Gina had used, giving my cock a couple languid pumps.
Letty did as she was told.
I grabbed her by the back of the head and pulled her toward me, forcefully guiding my cock back into her mouth.
"Now suck it."
I held on to Letty's head and began to thrust. I saw that chill of excitement pass through her body again. This time her lips were looser, juicier. Slurping sounds began to slip from her lips on each outward thrust along with moans and squeaks.
I looked over at Gina. She was lounging on the bed, idly playing with her nipple, a broad smile on her face.
My boss' mouth felt so good. This clearly wasn't the first cock Letty had sucked. It probably wasn't the first time someone had fucked her face. She slurped and slobbered on me like I was her last meal. I thrust faster. Spit and drool started to slip from Letty's mouth, sliding down my cock and dripping to the floor. Her moans increased. Her body started to fidget and squirm.
"You like it when I fuck your face?" I grunted through gritted teeth.
"Um Hmm" she moaned on my cock.
"Huh?" I barked, wanting more.
"Umm hmm!" she moaned loudly
"I think that little slut is gonna cum, Tim," Gina called from the bed
"Is that true? Huh? Are you gonna cum from me fucking your face?"
"Um Hmm!" Letty squealed.
I gripped her hair tightly and pulled her backward off my cock mid suck, loose spit slapping down between her tits with a splat.
"Not yet you're not," I said with an authority I didn't know I possessed, "not fucking yet. Not until I say you can. You hear me?"
"Yes, Sir," Letty gasped, her face a spit-covered mess. As she said the words, her mouth hung open, and I swear I saw the corners of her lips arc up into a smile.
"Get on the fucking bed, slut," I barked, this time much more confidently. In retrospect it's amazing how quickly I fell down the dominance rabbit hole. Letty had oppressed me for so long, I felt my agency exploding out of me.
Letty shakily got to her feet and stumbled toward the bed, dazed from her face fucking. Gina made some room, watching intently, tickled with my assertiveness. I followed close behind, shedding the last of my clothes.
"Face down, ass up. Show me how wet you are."
Letty did as she was told, her face in the sheets, arching her tight ass up into the air. I walked up close behind her and admired what she presented to me. I ran my hand over her flared backside, feeling her smooth skin. My hand came down hard on one pale cheek with a loud crack.
Letty gasped.
I brought my hand down on the other cheek, and an equally loud smack echoed off the contact.
"You like that?" I growled, but Letty only gasped and moaned with each swat of my hand.
"Oh she likes it alright," Gina said, smiling, "trust me."
I looked over at her, relaxing, gently running hands over her own silky skin. She looked delicious. I angled toward her, but she stopped me before I could make any movement.
"Ah-ah-ah," she said with a finger wag, "not tonight. Tonight isn't about you and me, it's about you and her." Gina got up off the bed, and glided over behind me, bringing her lips right up to my ear. "Look at that tight cunt. Touch it Tim, feel how wet she is."
I reached out toward Letty's steaming center. From the way her lips were flushed and wide, and the glisten that covered them, I didn't need to touch her to know. But still, I reached out and ran the tips of my fingers through.
"Oh my God," I whispered.
"See?" Gina dripped into my ear, her hands stroking the sides of my body. "Wetter than you've ever felt her, isn't she?"
"Yes," I croaked. I could feel her thick tits pressing into my back.
"That's why we needed to take the edge off you in the other room," she said. Her hands rolled over my hips. I felt her grasp my hard, straining cock. "So you'd be ready to give that tight, controlling cunt exactly what it deserves." She began to pump me. I groaned. "So what do you say Tim? Are you ready?"
A shiver ran through my body.
My cock was like iron, still slick with Letty's saliva. Her cunt was in front of me, wet, waiting, wanting. I was ready. Ready to unleash a summer's worth of frustration on her.
Almost in a trance, I broke free from Gina's siren song and climbed up on the mattress. I gripped Letty's hips with both hands. I thought I heard her whisper a faint "yes." Her breath was increasing. Little moans and coos were escaping in anticipation as I got into position. Gripping my cock in one hand and her ass in the other, I lined up my screaming tip with her boiling opening.
I pushed.
The flared head of my cock stretched her lips wide and slipped inside. I kept pushing. I pulled at her hips; Letty let out a passionate cry. Her extreme wetness made her desperately tight cunt slicker than oil, and all three of us groaned in satisfaction as she took my entire length in one push.
"Don't' forget," I said through waves of sensation coursing through my body, "you do not cum until I let you."
All she managed was a silent nod, her body wriggling and vibrating around my cock already.
I wish I could say I was gentle, I wish I could say I was loving, but the truth was, not one of us wanted me to be, especially not Letty. Gripping her tight, toned ass in both hands now, I put everything I had behind my thrusts, and I started to fuck Letty. Hard.
She tried to keep herself composed, tried to take my cock without betraying any outward emotion of how good it was making her feel, and for a moment Letty I knew had returned; I knew exactly what she was doing. She was challenging me.
I accepted.
My hand hit her ass with a crack like a starting pistol.
I found a rhythm, hard and deep, focused entirely on her body, on her reactions. I could feel her resolve breaking as I threw my cock into her tight cunt.
Gina crawled back onto the bed, relaxing herself in front of us so she could watch. She rubbed her full tits sensuously, taking in the pounding I was giving our boss, then drifted a hand down to her cunt to touch herself.
Letty was vibrating. I gripped her hips hard, sweat pouring down my body as I fucked her. I could tell she was close, but I wanted to be in control.
"Don't cum, you slut, don't you dare cum," I barked through gritted teeth, doing my best to control my own growing orgasm. I had been commanded in such a way many times by Letty, by Kerri; it gave me a twisted sense of erotic power to turn that command back on someone else.
Looking down at Letty's spread cheeks, at her tight rosebud of an asshole, I thought of Kerri again. I thought of Kerri and spit a thick glob of saliva right onto Letty's puckered hole.
She squealed when my thumb touched it, rubbed around it. She gasped and moaned when I pushed it inside.
Letty's hands flailed around on the sheets, her face buried in the mattress.
I put every ounce of sexual confusion and frustration I had into fucking her. My cock was growing thicker. Harder than it had ever been before.
Letty let out short, stifled cries as she held on to the last grasps of composure, my cock and thumb overwhelming her entire being.
My breath seethed through gritted teeth, focused on one thing and one thing only.
"You gonna cum for me, slut? You gonna cum on my fucking cock?"
She groaned wildly in response. Her hands reached out and grasped at Gina's spread legs. Gina just giggled and continued to touch herself, faster.
"I'm gonna cum in your tight cunt, slut, I'm gonna cum in that tight fucking cunt; is that what you want?"
Letty groaned again, her whole body trembling and buzzing. She was at the edge of the precipice.
"Then cum for me, you fucking slut; cum on my cock so I can fill you up!"
The command was finally given, and the command was obeyed.
Letty's whole body convulsed around my cock. I could feel her tight cunt spasming, drooling her thick cum all over us both. Her hands gripped Gina's thighs desperately. Gina gasped, clearly coming up on orgasm herself.
I gripped the leash that led to Letty's collar and pulled. Letty reared back, her head finally coming up out of the sheets. And in the uncontrollable throes of pleasure and full-body orgasmic spasms, Letty; my boss, my Mistress, the ice queen who never let go of control for an instant; screamed.
My whole body shuddered. I slipped my thumb out of her ass and gripped her cheek for stability. I threw my exhausted hips into her one more time, as hard as I could. The tight, sweet spasms of Letty's cunt were too much for me and I exploded. My balls lurched, my cock flexed and pulsed like I had never felt before, and I filled my boss's cunt with throb after throb of my hot, pent up cum.
I heard another groan and yelp as Gina began to cum as well.
We were a triangle of pulsating, cumming flesh, gasping, thrusting, shaking.
Finally we began to come down, bodies settling, breath returning to normal.
I leaned backward, and with a bit of sadness I slowly slipped my swollen cock out of Letty's red, dripping cunt. A thick rivulet of our mingled juices raced out after me.
I collapsed against the footboard of the bed, exhausted. After only a moment, Letty arched her body up, straightening up on to her knees. Stepping off onto the floor, she reached up and unfastened the collar around her neck. In that moment I watched her entire demeanor change. Gone instantly was Letty the submissive slut, and returned was Letty the boss.
"Thank you, Tim, you did very well." she said, reaching for a silk robe that hung over one of the bedposts. "I hope this summer working with us has been a rewarding, formative experience for you." She waved toward the doorway almost dismissively. "You may go."
I looked at Gina, who only responded with a look and a nod that told me that was it.
I gathered my things and made my way toward the door in a daze
"Oh and Tim," Letty called after me, "If you should ever need a reference for future employment, please don't hesitate to ask."
I nodded, bewildered, and made my way home.
That would be my last interaction with Letty
Kerri's birthday party brings a number of surprises for Tim.
"Saturday night, 8 pm; be there!" Kerri's email said. This wasn't one from Just4theWatcherxoxo, the secret account she used to send me adulterous hook up messages, this was from her every day account. It was an invitation to the 19th birthday party she was throwing herself at her house, and I was one of about fifty who received it.
I hadn't seen her since our tryst in her garage, and I was conflicted about what spending more time with her might mean.
Our sex was electric, but it was starting to take its toll on me mentally. The last time we were together wasn't all that unique; it included me slamming my cock into Kerri's cunt while she was bent over the hood of her father's expensive car which, aside from the inclusion of the car, was pretty much par for the course with us; but while she was taking my dick deep inside her, my friend, Mike, Kerri's boyfriend, showed up. There I was, fucking my friend's girlfriend while he waited outside, totally unaware of what we were doing, or the fact that I could see him while we were doing it.
Suddenly there was a real face to the betrayal.
Add on top of that the fact that after I came deep inside her, Kerri left quickly to head off with Mike, where she had apparently gotten a load from him inside her on top of mine. I knew as much because of the picture of her well-fucked cunt, creamy and white, she sent me.
It turned her on. It made me Jealous.
It was a polarizing moment for both of us. It seemed to me that Kerri was starting to become less interested in sex with me, and more interested in the secrecy and danger of it all, whereas for me those same factors were too much; what we were doing was wrong. As far as I was concerned our affair had run its course, lest things get far more complicated than either of us wanted.
No one had gotten hurt yet, and I wanted to keep it that way, so I ended it. I just; hadn't gotten around to telling Kerri that.
"You're coming to my party, right?" the next email read, this time from Just4theWatcherxoxo.
I knew I was going to, it would be too weird if I didn't, but part of me wanted to bail. I'd gained some newfound confidence recently, but confidence or not, I wasn't sure if I'd be able to share space with Mike, knowing what I had been doing with his girlfriend. But it would definitely be suspicious if I didn't show.
I clicked on the grouping of email names in Kerri's party announcement. I scanned the invited, not sure what I was looking for, until one name stopped me; Tara's.
Tara and I hadn't seen much of each other lately, not since our blow up at lunch after that night watching Sandy and Don's videos. The fact that we had gotten so close, crossed the line, sent us careening away from each other at hyper-speed. She and I had experienced something special, and if anything else was going to happen between us it needed to be honest. As it stood at that moment, she had just come off of a bad break up, and I knew the timing wasn't right.
But ever since then I'd wondered if I had in fact blown the only chance we'd ever have.
I missed her. I missed my best friend.
My eyes then caught another name in the list: AmandsB121.
I felt the hair stand up on my arms; there was no doubt this was Mandy, Kerri's cute, bubbly cousin, the gymnast with the fake breasts, who I had met at the party at The Spot. We had had a great time talking, and I was thrilled to know we were headed to the same college in the fall, but our time was unceremoniously cut short by Steph, stealing me away in one of her meaner expressions of dominance.
I liked Mandy. I wanted to get to know her more.
Between the chance to reconcile with Tara and the chance to spend more time with Mandy, suddenly this party was starting to get more attractive. Surely those two alone would be enough to keep my mind off Kerri, and more specifically off Mike.
"Of course!" I finally wrote back.
Work Routine
Work the following week was slow, and it gave me time to think.
Up until now I was being a cunt, too afraid to pull the plug with Kerri for real, resorting to avoidance and ghosting as my tactic of choice. Despite all the sex I was having, I had no real confidence regarding women, at least not until the night I spent with my boss Letty.
Letty had spent the summer inflicting sweet torture on me, demanding I stay after work, where she turned me into her literal sex slave, taking all agency away and demanding I serve nothing but her sexual pleasure. I was happy to do it, too.
The final time we were together, however, the last time I had been in this building, the tables turned; Literally. She handed control back to me, and I used her body for nothing but my own enjoyment. I treated her like a common slut and made her scream. She gave me power, and along with it came a strange sense of confidence I'd never felt before, confidence I was determined to hang on to from here on out. I just didn't know how to implement it yet.
Being at work, I also didn't know how I managed to keep my mind on anything other than that last night with Letty. It helped that she hadn't been in at all that week, though, which was very unlike her. Even still, there seemed to be a sense of closure with her that kept my thoughts on what was to come that weekend, and not where I had cum last weekend.
Still there were some unanswered questions about that night, about the whole summer, really, and as I sat in the breakroom nursing a soda, the biggest question of them all sauntered in for her break: Gina.
This whole week, Gina acted nothing but normal around me, almost as though she hadn’t been there with Letty and I last weekend, hadn't forced our boss to eat her out while I watched, hadn't sucked my cock, hadn't been painted with my cum as our boss jerked me off into her face, using my dick as though it was her own.
Like I said, many questions.
She sat down across from me and casually started flipping through her phone as she sipped her soda.
I looked around. There was one other employee in the breakroom. I couldn't start asking real questions with someone else there, that much I knew for sure.
"So; no Letty this week, huh?" I asked casually.
"Nah, she's on her end of summer vacation." Gina said casually back.
"So that's something she does pretty regularly?"
"Yeah."
"I can understand that," I began, continuing in weak code as not to tip off the other person in the room with us, "especially after how intense the end of last week was."
Gina's eyes flicked up to mine. She put down her phone.
"Yeah," she said, turning her full attention to me, "she likes to create some space for herself; after a week like that."
"So she's had weeks like that before?"
"She has one every year."
"There seemed to be a pretty big lead up, over the summer; is it always the same?"
"Yes. She always picks someone new to assist her though."
"You seemed to be pretty used to the pressure; how many times has she picked you?"
"I've been helping her out pretty regularly ever since I first started working here. Letty found out quick that she and I work pretty well together."
"I'll say." I paused, thinking about how long Letty and Gina had been "working together." Then about how long Letty had been running this game. I wondered with how many different lovers. "Does she; take this week of because she knows that the 'pressure' will be gone soon? So she doesn't have to deal with it anymore?"
"Bingo," Gina said with a slight sadness.
I felt a little hurt. Gina could tell.
"Why does she pick them?"
"To make them better workers."
"I see."
"You should know; not everyone she picks gets put in charge the way you were. You have to earn it. You handled yourself really well, Tim, I will say," She said with a smirk, "maybe the best I've ever seen. You're pretty; talented."
"Thanks," I said, meeting her gaze, feeling some of that newfound confidence making its presence known. She was leaving me an opening. An opportunity to explore it. "You know; we didn't get to do much, but; I got the sense you and I would work pretty well together too."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah;" I pushed further. "Tell me, do you still need assistance with that thing we talked about last week?"
Gina's smile got bigger as we both remembered our encounter days before our session with Letty. Gina had asked if I'd help her fulfill a promise to the fans who subscribed to her online cam show; the promise of sucking a cock on camera and taking a big thick load.
"Actually no," she said, pressing my buttons back, "I got someone else to help with that."
"That's too bad." My mind raced, and my pants tightened as I wondered who the lucky guy was.
"It is," she said, shifting a bit in her chair, "he wasn't anywhere near as suited for the job as you were." Her tongue quickly moistened her lips and she bounced an eyebrow at me.
"You're on inventory in the stockroom today, right?" I said, giving my own lips a quick once over
"I am."
"That's pretty solitary work."
"It is."
"How about I give you some help right now; help you get off, early?"
Gina's eyebrows raised at my choice of words, and at my forwardness. Our eyes remained locked, each of us testing the resolve of the other.
Gina smiled and bit her lip seductively.
I barely remember leaving the break room. What I do remember is Gina's hands gripping the stock room shelves tightly, little moans and coos escaping from her excitedly. I remember her wet, velvety cunt wrapped around my cock, and the slap of my hips against her beautiful ass as I fucked her from behind.
I remember that we probably should have been trying to keep it down, but honestly neither of us cared. We were in a secluded corner of the stock room, and weren't expecting any company.
I remember Gina's shirt pushed up over her voluptuous tits, and holding on to them for dear life as I rocked into her. Despite splashing my cum on them that previous night I hadn't gotten to touch them, so I made sure to take them in as much as I could. They were exquisite.
I remember Gina beginning to chant in pleasure, her head hung down between her outstretched arms, "I'm gonna cum; fuck, I'm gonna Cum!"
I remember kneading her breasts tightly, fucking her hard. I remember Gina exploding.
I remember her shivering, shaking, and then starting to giggle and laugh almost uncontrollably.
I remember her looking back over her shoulder at me seductively as I started to lose control. I remember her request:
"Cum in my mouth."
I remember slipping out of her, Gina quickly dropping to her knees in front of me. I remember feeding my riotous cock into her mouth, barely missing a stroke, and the feeling of her pillowy lips sliding over my shaft. The feeling of her hands steadying my erection and cupping my balls.
I remember bracing myself; one arm on the stock room shelves, one hand cupped around the back of Gina's coaxing, milking head. I remember grunting. Sighing. I remember filling her mouth with my cum.
I remember her encouraging moans; the pulse of her throat as she swallowed me down. I remember the kiss we shared after we put ourselves back together, her hand on my cheek. A smile.
I remember wanting more, that summer. I remember never getting it.
To this day every now and then when the memories come back I scour the internet, searching for Gina's cam feed, desperate for more of her. I've never found it.
Saturday Morning
Saturday morning rolled around and the house was as empty as it was the night before when I got home from work. Alex was gone, Kelly was gone. The previous night as I lay in bed I heard voices and laughter coming from Sandy and Don's unit upstairs, and I couldn't help but wonder if Kelly had been up there with Brian. If they were still up there.
I hadn't seen much of Alex lately. She'd been spending a lot of nights out, and any time I saw her leave she was definitely dressing to impress. I didn't know what she was up to; who she was up to; but she seemed to be enjoying her summer.
I hoped it was less complicated than mine had been.
I decided to go for a run.
I went on my usual route, and was thankfully occupied by the exertion, and not by the near constant confusion I seemed to be in. That all changed when I reached my turn around point, and was presented with a plump, athletic ass clad in tight workout gear, raised high into the air, its owner in mid-stretch.
When she arched back up, I saw her hair first; her fire-red hair. I knew immediately it was Sarah.
She turned around to greet me as she heard my foot falls. Even though I knew I wasn't her favorite person in the world ever since she had heard the truth about my history of voyeurism involving her, I couldn't help but be taken by the split of her cleavage and the jiggle of her full breasts beneath her tight sports bra.
"Hey, Sarah," I said, "sorry to bother you, I didn't think you'd be here. I'll be on my way." I waved slightly, avoiding eye contact, and started to turn around.
"No, Tim, wait," I heard her call out. I stopped immediately.
I turned to face her, confused. She was already making her way toward me. Goddamn that jiggle.
"I uh, I have to tell you," she began almost nervously, "I've been running this route regularly on purpose. I've been wanting to talk to you, and I figured this was the only way I'd really be able to catch you."
"Oh?" I said, ready for a potential slap in the face that she'd never gotten close enough to deliver.
"Yeah, I;" I waited with bated breath as she crossed her arms and fidgeted. Woo boy, those breasts. "I'm sure Tara probably told you everything, right? That she knows everything, and that I know everything?"
"Yeah," I said timidly again.
"Well," she paused again, "I want you to know that what you did was wrong. It's a very intimate invasion of privacy and you shouldn't have done it."
"I know," I said, hanging my head. "I'm so sorry, Sarah."
"I know you are," she said, a pause coming again before she continued, "but I'm sorry too."
"What? Why?" I said, confused once more.
"Because I knew you were doing it. I knew you were watching me through my window."
"You What?" I almost shouted. "You did?"
"Yes," she started, putting a hand to her temple as the truth started coming out, "It wasn't an accident that I didn't have blinds on my window, or that I was getting naked in front of it. I knew you could see right into my bedroom, and I could tell by the way your bathroom blinds shifted once or twice that you were probably watching me change."
"I, wow." was all I could muster.
"The truth is though," she continued," I wasn't doing it for you."
"Then who were;" I stopped. I thought. I knew. "Steph."
Sarah nodded. "Your bathroom looks right into my bedroom; but so does hers. She and I dated for a while; if you could call what we were doing dating."
"That sounds familiar" I said almost under my breath.
"and when we broke up, I just, I couldn't get her out of my mind. We stayed friends; but she really has a way of sticking with you."
All I could do was nod.
"So after it was over, I start0
ed changing in front of my open window, hoping she'd see. Hoping she'd want me again."
"What about your boyfriend?" I thought back to the first time Tara and I had crossed a line, when we jerked off next to each other while we watched Sarah get fucked by her then-boyfriend.
"He sucked," she chuckled. "He was a pretty good lay, but a terrible person. It doesn't make me proud to admit I was using him, mostly to try and make Steph jealous. I wanted her to see me; to see us; and to get jealous."
"Did it work?" I asked, tactlessly.
"I wasn't the one cumming in her mouth at prom, now was I?"
"No," I eeked out, feeling my cheeks blush, "I guess not."
"Steph has a certain power over people who; fall for her. It's the only reason I went along with her plan for me to seduce Tara." She ran her hand through her sweaty hair. "You have to believe me when I say I never wanted to hurt her. I never intended to; "
Her words drifted off and she looked into the middle distance. I could tell she had real feelings for Tara.
"I'm sorry," I said, "this all got way out of hand. I know what it's like to be under Steph's spell."
"Yeah," she said with a chuckle, "I guess we have that in common, don't we?"
"But tell me," I inquired, "if you knew I was watching; why did you get so angry?"
"Tim," She said with a wry smile and a shake of her head, "there's a huge difference between watching me get dressed and watching me get fucked."
"Good point." I chuckled back.
"Race you home?"
She took off down the path. My cock twitched. I took off after her.
Sarah hadn't been on my mind for quite a while; but as I trailed behind that perfect ass of hers, and watched that red ponytail bob and weave, she definitely was back.
We pulled up in front of our houses, gassed and heaving. I couldn't help but steal glances at her pulsating cleavage glistening with sweat.
"You know, we actually are kind of almost even." she said through huffing breaths.
"What?" I said, once again completely confused.
"I was helping Steph move out, and I caught her." her fingers interlaced as a slight embarrassment came through her words "watching a video you two made."
There was only one video; the video I had on my phone. The video she asked me to send her. The video of our last night together.
"Oh, my."
"Yeah," she drew out through playfully clenched teeth.
"Yikes." the thought of Sarah, my biggest crush, seeing that video washed over me. There was a cornucopia of conflicting feelings. "How much did you see?"
"Enough." Another cute chuckle.
"Yikes."
"I wouldn't worry though, Tim," she said, taking a couple steps ahead and turning back to look at me, "You don't have anything to be embarrassed about. Trust me." A deep, sultry smile pulled at her lips. She adjusted the strap of her sports bra, giving those glorious globes a nice jiggle. It was a compliment that even then, after all that I had experienced, sent my heart aflutter.
But it was the next thing she said that shook me to my core:
"Tara's a lucky girl."
"Huh?" I choked out.
"You guys are together now, right?"
I shook my head.
"No, we're actually; we haven't spoken in a little bit."
"Seriously?" Now it was her turn to be confused. "I could have sworn I've seen her coming and going from your house a bunch of times recently. Like; coming at night and leaving in the morning kind of coming and going."
"I have no idea what you're talking about." I wasn't lying. I tried to shrug it off, but something cold inside me sank into my stomach. There were things I needed to know.
"Huh;" Sarah said with a shrug, "maybe it wasn't her. Maybe it was; your step sister?"
"Yeah, maybe."
Neither of us believed it.
We said our goodbyes, made plans to run together again the following morning, and went our separate ways.
After my shower I paused and glanced out the window toward Sarah's room. The curtains were still up; but they weren't closed all the way.
I felt a grin tug at my lips and I went about my day. I was determined to think with my head, not my cock.
Kerri’s House
I pulled up to Kerri's house at 830 to find the party already in full swing. It wasn't a huge gathering, but it was enough to make the house feel rowdy. There was booze, there was music, and as I said my hellos and scanned the crowd, suddenly, across the room, there was Tara. I had questions for her, but at that moment all I could do was drink her in.
Knee-high boots and bare, pale thighs extended down from a thin dress that almost seemed like some sort of nightie or teddy, bound around her waist by a big belt. Her perfect tits were held up and pushed together in perfect cleavage fully on display, a series of necklaces dangling down to deliciously tease the tops of her globes. In addition, strapped around her long, pale neck, was a choker, a small jewel in its center. Black lipstick, deep eye makeup, immaculately-spiked hair, this girl was a hot gothy knockout.
Everyone knew it, too. She was surrounded by guys and girls, and was in the middle of chatting with Ron Willings. He was a basketball player from our school who was clearly throwing some game at her. From her previous stories I knew Ron had a pretty impressive cock that Tara said would "make her drool," and that he had a pretty talented tongue, both things that used to always make me jealous. That being said, surprisingly she didn't seem too interested in what he had to say that night.
Tara's glance suddenly caught mine. She gave me a quick wave, and then rolled her eyes deeply, knowing Ron was so caught up in his own bullshit that he wouldn't notice.
I smiled. She smiled. This party was off to a good start.
"Tim Burr!" I heard from behind me, just before a heavy arm wrapped itself around my shoulders. It was Mike, and he was clearly already drunk. "Good to see you brother!" He half-slurred, "I was wondering when you were gonna get here!"
"Yeah, we both were!" A new voice. I turned. It was Kerri. She met me with a big, evil grin.
I gulped hard. Her makeup was perfect, her big mane of curls on point. A loose button down covered her considerable assets just barely, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, the buttons open to reveal considerable cleavage. Beneath was a very short pleated skirt that barely covered her amazing ass. Fishnets gripped her thick thighs just like my hands had on many nights, and descended down her olive skin into fashionable boots.
She looked amazing.
"Happy birthday, Kerri," I managed to choke out.
"Thanks, sweetie," she said with a wink. "Get comfortable. Enjoy the party. Clearly Mike already has."
We both turned to see him dancing like a maniac in the middle of the room to the bumping music.
"Hey, we need to talk later, ok?"
"Ooh, you got a birthday present for me?" Her tongue sneaked out across her painted lips and she bounced her eyebrows.
"No, it's just that; "
"Hold that thought," she cut me off, "Mandy!" Kerri reached up and waved. I turned to follow her gaze as she waved over her cousin.
Mandy's smile hit me like a blast of sunlight. Bright blonde hair up in two pony-buns, She wore a shimmering black blouse that bared her shoulders, and made it seem as though it hung off the tops of her big, fake breasts, constantly in danger of slipping down. Tight leggings brought out her amazingly toned gymnast's ass, and accented each curve of her legs down into her sneakers.
"Tim!" she bellowed, raising her cup in the air before giving me a big hug, her thick breasts pushing into my chest, "it's so good do see you again, I didn't know you were gonna be here!" There was a certain waver to her voice that suggested the drink in her hand wasn't her first.
"It's great to see you too!" And it really was. Mandy was going to be my salvation that night, keeping my focus on her and not Kerri, not Tara, and at that moment she got my full attention. So much so that I didn't even notice the guy who came over with her.
"Tim, I want you to meet someone," She turned toward the guy behind her. I looked. My eyebrows raised as high as the sky. "This is Eric."
"We've met" he said with a smile and an outstretched hand, "great to see you again, man."
I knew this Eric. Very well. In fact up until recently I had spent many evenings lurching my cum onto his ex-girlfriend's face.
This was Christine's Eric.
"Oh my God, Eric, it's great to see you!" I beamed. I wasn't lying; he and I had been friends when Christine and he were together, but it was only because of Christine. Once that was over, I had never expected to see him again.
"You two know each other?"
We laughed and went through the story. Mandy thought it was the cutest thing ever.
I thought she was the cutest thing ever.
As we talked, the pit of my stomach started to grow cold. Mandy was going to be my safe space that night, and now I knew that wasn't in the cards. I knew why Eric and Christine broke up; I knew what he wanted; and by the way he and Mandy casually touched each other, I knew right away that he had gotten it. From her.
We chatted, we caught up, and then I politely excused myself. I thought I saw Mandy's face drop, but I didn't pay it much attention; I needed to get out of that situation.
I looked across the room and saw a drunken Mike slap Kerry in her almost exposed ass, which made her jump before laughing it off and going back to her conversation.
I kept scanning until I found Tara again, this time talking to a very visibly drunk Suzie Trevino.
Suzie presented as straight, but I knew that she and Tara had almost hooked up once. I didn't know if it was the booze, or the summer, but Suzie didn't seem to care who knew what she was into that night. She was all over Tara (and who could blame her), making her intentions extremely clear. I knew that eating out the class valedictorian was something Tara really regretted she didn't get to experience, so I was fairly surprised at how politely she was rebuking Suzie's advances.
Catching my eye seemed to be the excuse Tara needed to exit that conversation, and she leaned in, whispered something in Suzie's ear and headed over to me. I saw a wicked smirk pull across her face, and she bounced off into the party.
The distance closing, Tara's arms went out straight, and much to my surprise she pulled me in for a big, long hug.
"Hi, Tim," she dripped into my ear like honey.
"Hi, Tara." She felt good in my arms. She felt right. Everything just started to come out. "Tara, I'm sorry about what happened after that night, I never meant to; "
"Ah-ah, don't say any more," she said, cutting me off. Releasing the hug, we both sunk down onto a nearby couch, below the din of the party. "It's me who needs to apologize to you."
"No, you don't, I; "
"Yes, I do. I was a total jackass, Tim. You were telling me how you felt, and I didn't like what I was hearing, so I lashed out. The truth is, I was in a weird place, and I didn't know what I wanted, and so I reached for the closest person I could find."
"Oh." my stomach sank. Despite how our lunch had ended that day, what we did the night before felt important, it felt real, even if it wasn't the right time, and now here she was telling me it was just her being confused. "And what kind of place are you in now?"
"Tim, I'm in a fantastic place," she beamed.
"Oh."
"I wish I could tell you more, but; I can't just now."
"Oh."
"In fact, I've actually gotta go. I only dropped by to say hi; I have somewhere I need to be."
"Oh." I felt a dark shadow press against me. Tara was almost glowing. I had the sinking feeling that there was someone else. And that I had blown it. I had missed the window. It hurt.
"We'll talk soon, ok?" She said as she got up. I nodded, she smiled, said her goodbyes, and sauntered off into the night, leaving me with a pit in my gut and a lot of unanswered questions.
I got another drink.
I made small talk, but soon found myself alone on the couch, trying, and failing, not to stew. First Mandy, then Tara, I felt alone.
Mike plopped down next to me.
"Man, would you look at that fucking smoke show?" He slurred, leaning into me and pointing over to where Kerri stood, smiling and talking, "look at that fucking chick, man; that's My chick."
"Yeah, she's something," I said flatly as The pit in my stomach got deeper.
"Dude, you have No idea," he laughed boisterously, "she has been all over me, lately, man, it's been wild. She's been taking my balls to places I never even Dreamed of," he laughed again, "I don't know what's gotten into her!" He exclaimed, before following up with "besides, you know. My dick!"
"That's great, man, I'm happy for you," I lied. We both looked over at Kerri. She looked back at us, flashed a small, lusty smile, and gave a quick wave.
I honestly didn't know which of us she was waving to.
I quickly turned my attention to literally anything else in at the party as my friend went on about how great his girlfriend was; his girlfriend that I had been fucking for weeks.
Finally in a far corner of the party I found Mandy and Eric. They were sitting close. Very close. His fingers danced along the inside thigh of her leggings. Her smile beamed. My jealousy boiled.
Despite everything Christine and I had done, I had never fucked her. Eric had. And he was clearly fucking Mandy. My stupid hormonal brain made me feel almost cuckolded, which was preposterous. I knew what cuckolding was; I had been doing it to Mike; and whatever imaginary beef I had with Eric wasn't it.
Mandy leaned in, whispered something in Eric's ear, smiled, and then the two of them got up. I followed them across the room with my eyes, and watched as they discreetly made their way up the stairs to the second floor. I knew exactly where and why. I had done it many times myself.
I sat there for a moment, stewing, boiling, thinking about Christine, thinking about Tara, thinking about Mandy. Was she going to suck his cock? Was she going to fuck him? Had he gotten to cum on her big, fake globes? Did she like it when he did?
I fought; I legitimately did; against my urges, but then against my better judgment I excused myself from Mike, and made my way toward the stairs.
Letty would not have been proud of me.
Slowly, quietly, I made my way up the stairs and down the dark hallway toward Kerri's room. I heard giggling. I heard kissing. I saw a thin strip of light shine out from the doorway; the door was not completely closed.
Moving closer my heart started beating faster. Peering breathlessly through the cracked door, I saw Eric sitting in the chair in Kerri's room. Mandy stood in front of him, her back to me.
She reached down with both hands and pulled her blouse off over her head revealing her smooth, toned back. She wasn't wearing a bra. The way her leggings were painted on to her legs, it was almost as though she was wearing nothing at all.
My cock throbbed.
Then like smooth molasses, Mandy melted down to her knees, between Eric's legs.
I tried to swallow, but my throat was dry.
Her hands slid up over his legs, disappearing in front of her. I heard the jangle of a belt, and the soft buzz of a zipper.
"What do you think you're doing!"
The whisper hit my ear from behind like a dagger and I stumbled back in surprise. Almost tumbling to the ground, I caught myself and looked at its origin; Kerri was standing there, an evil smile on her face. The thin light from her room cast over her face and she cocked her head toward the soft noises coming from within.
"Oh my, look at that," she whispered, seemingly transfixed by what she was seeing, "look at her go!"
"Kerri, I, uh," I didn't know what to say, or how loud to say it. It didn't matter though as she snapped herself away from the show being put on, grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me into the bathroom across the hall, locking the door behind us.
"Naughty, naughty, Tim," Kerri said with a smile as she backed me into the bathroom sink, "You know you shouldn't be spying on people like that; unless they ask you to, of course."
She leaned in and kissed me deeply. She tasted so good. But I was there to think with my head, wasn't I?
To be continued in Part 20
By LiminallySpaced for Literotica.