Watched at Home

by Jean-Luc Cheri

  I watched as she dropped to her knees and tugged his suit down to his thighs. His hard cock sprang out and up, and she immediately covered it with her mouth. He was smaller than Shane, but he was rock hard, and his cock had a slight sideways curve. Her head bobbed as she took him all the way in, and his head rolled back in pleasure. Less than a minute later his hips jerked and she kept her lips down on him, obviously taking his cum into her mouth. After a minute she let him slide out, and licked him all over.

  When she stood, they kissed again, and he put his hand in the side of her swimsuit and fingered her pussy. But she pushed him away and said they had to hurry back to the party. He left first, and she followed him a minute later.

  I looked through the rest, but there were no more like that.

  I had pulled the external drive out when the computer beeped, scaring me half to death. After I caught my breath, I saw it was a popup that said a new email had arrived. I knew I could mark it as unread, so I clicked on it.

  It was from a FunGirl92, and it said:

  Shane,

  I enjoyed your cock last night, and I would love to have it again tonight. I’ll have the house to myself until midnight, so let me know if you can make it.

  B

  So, FunGirl92 was obviously Beth, and she was inviting him over her house for tonight. Interesting. I thought of a way to use this to my advantage, but nothing came to mind.

  I went back to my room and masturbated to memories of the videos I had seen, and took a shower. When I came out, Shane was home, and I dressed and went downstairs. He was lying back in the recliner, reading an electronics magazine.

  “Hi honey,” he said, looking up from the chair. “How’d you sleep?”

  “Good,” I replied, walking to him. When I got to the chair, I kneeled on the corner and leaned my body into the space between him and the edge. I used to do this all the time when I was younger, and we would snuggle together as we watched tv.

  This time he looked slightly surprised, but he moved over and gave me room. I slid beside him and laid my head on his shoulder, snuggling close. He put his arm around me.

  “To what to I owe this honor?” he asked.

  I shrugged. “I missed being close to you.”

  “Everything ok?” he asked.

  “Yeah, just missed you, that’s all.”

  “Did you enjoy your party last night?”

  “Loved it. Thanks for thinking of it.”

  “I enjoyed seeing the girls again.”

  I bet you did, I thought with an inner grin. “They liked seeing you too.” I giggled.

  “What?” he asked.

  “Nothing.”

  “Tell me.”

  “It’s just silly girl stuff.”

  “Now you have me curious.”

  “Well, it’s just that they took a vote, and you were voted one of the hottest guys they know.”

  He laughed. “I’m honored. But aren’t I a little too old for them?”

  “No way.” I snuggled into him some more. “Actually, Kelly is involved with a professor at her college who’s a little older than you are.”

  “Seriously?”

  “Yes. They plan on picking up where they left off in the fall.”

  “Kelly’s a pretty girl.”

  I lifted my head. “Shane!”

  He laughed. “What?”

  “She’s only nineteen.”

  He laughed again. “I don’t want to date her. I just said she was pretty.”

  I laid my head back down. “Ok.” After a pause, I said, “And Beth is involved with some older guy, but she’s being secretive about it.”

  He was quiet for a moment, then said, “Beth?”

  “Yeah. I tried to get it out of her, but she’s not sharing.”

  More silence, then, “How much older?”

  I shrugged. “She wouldn’t say. I thought it might have been one of our old high school teachers, but she denied it.”

  “Huh.”

  “She seemed happy though.”

  “That’s good. She’s had it rough with her mother being sick.”

  “So I guess this guy is giving her what she needs.”

  He chuckled. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “She gets cranky when she goes without sex for too long.”

  “Whoa, too much information.”

  I giggled. “Sorry.”

  I closed my eyes and relaxed against him. I was drifting off into a dream state when he spoke.

  “Erica?”

  “Yes?” I mumbled sleepily.

  “I’m going out tonight.”

  “Where?”

  “On a date.”

  I lifted my head and stared at him. “With who?”

  “Just some woman.”

  “What woman?”

  He sighed. “Look, it’s not that serious between us, so I don’t want to make a big deal out of it. Ok?”

  I gave him a pouty face, and he continued. “I don’t want this relationship to affect you and me, so I’d rather keep it separate. At least for now.”

  I thought for a moment, then grinned at him.

  “What?” he asked.

  “Shane’s got a fuck buddy.”

  He mouth opened in shock. “Erica!”

  I grined wider. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

  “That’s not the point.”

  “It’s exactly the point. You don’t want to introduce her to me because you’re just having sex with her.”

  “It sounds so crass when you say it that way.”

  “Shane, it’s ok. I’m the one who encouraged you to date more.” I grinned and added, “If you don’t want to introduce me to your fuck buddy, I understand.”

  “Would you stop saying that?”

  “Is she pretty?”

  “Erica, I’m not comfortable talking about this.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because.”

  “I bet she is pretty. How old is she?”

  “Erica.”

  “Hmm, let’s see. Mom was thirty-one and you were twenty-two when you met, so you like your women about nine years older than yourself. So that would put her around forty then, right?” I was smiling hard.

  He grinned back. “I’m not playing this game.”

  “Oh my god, she’s older, isn’t she? What, like fifty or sixty?”

  He began laughing. “Stop it.”

  “Wait, she doesn’t have dentures, does she? I’ve heard some guys like that.”

  “Erica!” His eyes sparkled with laughter.

  “Wait a second. Maybe she isn’t older than you. Maybe you went after a younger one this time.”

  His smile faltered for a split second, then returned, “Are you finished?”

  “That’s it, isn’t it? How much younger?”

  He chuckled and shook his head.

  “Twenty-eight? Twenty-five?”

  He kept smiling, refusing to answer.

  “Ok, tell me one thing.”

  “What’s that?”

  “She’s out of high school, right?” I asked with a grin.

  “Erica!”

  “I’m going to have to hook you up with Danni or Kelly.”

  He gave me a quizzical look. “Your friends?”

  “Yeah, they’re the only two of my friends who aren’t dating older guys.”

  He smiled and shook his head again. “You’re bad.”

  “So, you’re not spilling it, are you?”

  He grinned. “Obviously not.”

  “Damn,” I said, and laid my head back against his chest. I slid my hand around his stomach and pulled myself into him. His arm felt good around my shoulders.

  My eyes naturally landed on his crotch, and it took me a second to realize what I was seeing. I could see the outline of his cock in his tight jeans, and while he wasn’t completely hard, it was swollen enough to be noticeable. I stared at it for several seconds, then smiled softly.

  I shifted against him, turning slightly and b
ending my leg so that my thigh was lying across his knee. I watched with interest as his cock seemed to stiffen further.

  “Mmm, you’re so warm,” I said, and shifted again, pressing my body against him, rubbing my thigh on his.

  It had the desired effect. The bulge in his pants grew, as his cock got even harder. I felt a wet warmth between my legs.

  “Erica?”

  “Yes, Shane?”

  “I’ve got to run downtown. You want to go with me?”

  I held onto him tighter. “No, I want to stay here, just like this.”

  “I have to pick up some things,” he said, beginning to sit up.

  I moved off of him and sat back, opening my eyes to sleepily look up at him. “Ok, I’ll go with you.”

  “Great,” he said, putting his hand on my thigh as he sat up and stood. “I’ll be ready to go in ten minutes.”

  I watched him leave the room as waves of pleasure flowed out from where he touched me.

  Chapter 7

  When Shane and I got downtown, we decided to split up and meet back at the car in an hour. The town’s main street was filled with small shops that I loved to browse through. I hit a few clothing stores, then decided to get a coffee at Starbucks.

  I was standing in line, when a felt a presence close behind me. I was about to turn when a pair of hands came from behind and clamped over my eyes.

  “Guess who?” a fake high voice said. The voice definitely didn’t match the strong rough hands against my skin.

  I smiled and said, “I have no idea. Give me a clue.”

  The person pressed close against me, put their mouth right next to my ear, and whispered in a deep low voice, “We used to fuck in the back seat of my Camaro.”

  Joey! I smiled wide, but said, “Sorry, that doesn’t narrow it down much. How about another clue?”

  “Hey!” he said with a chuckle, and I spun around to look at him, grinning.

  “Joey!” I gave him a tight hug.

  “Hey babe, how ya been?” His arms felt good around me.

  “I’ve been good,” I said, smiling wide at him. “What have you been up to?”

  He shrugged. “Just home from school. Working construction with my dad for the summer. Look at you. All grown up.”

  I wasn’t the only one who had grown up. In the three years since I had seen him, his wiry teenage frame had morphed into the muscular body of a man. But some parts were still the same. His fascinating dimples over his square jaw. His jet black hair that he still wore too long. But most importantly, he still had that dangerous glint in his eyes – the one that caused us girls to get that fluttery feeling deep inside. My hands were still on his shoulders, and I felt the muscles flexing under his shirt.

  “You’re looking good yourself, Joey.”

  He gave me that cute uneven grin that always melted my heart, no matter how much of a pussy hound I knew he was.

  “How’s college treating ya?” he asked.

  “Good. Glad the first year is over though, and I’m ready for a nice long break.”

  “Meet anyone special?”

  I knew what he was asking. That was Joey-speak for “Did you fuck anyone?”

  “A few guys,” I replied, giving him a sexy smile. I didn’t bother asking if he had. That was a given with him.

  “Anyone I need to worry about?” There was that smile again. No matter how many girls he slept with, he treated each one as if they were his own, and they all enjoyed that attitude from him.

  I smiled. “You were never the worrying type Joey.”

  He chuckled, but didn’t deny it.

  “So Erica. You and me. We should get together, you know, talk about old times.”

  “Sounds like fun.”

  His eyes traveled down to my breasts, and soaked them in for a long moment. When other guys looked at me that way, it was always quick glances, and if they noticed I had caught them, they would become embarrassed and look away.

  Not Joey. He looked and didn’t care if you knew it. And he looked as long as he wanted to, like he was doing now. I felt the warmth of excitement building inside of me, and my nipples visibly stiffened.

  His eyes returned to mine and that smile curled on his lips. I had a sudden idea.

  “Joey, Shane is going out tonight. Would you like to come over? Bring your swimsuit and we’ll hang out by the pool?”

  He nodded. “Yeah, that would be cool.”

  “Hey Joey,” a voice from behind him said, “What’s taking so long?”

  We turned and there was one of Joey’s old high school buddies whose name I couldn’t remember.

  “Just chill dude, can’t you see I’m talking to Erica?”

  “Oh. How’s it hangin’ Erica?”

  Joey turned back to me, and nodded back towards his friend. “Hey, do you mind if I bring my cousin Tony here with me tonight? And his girlfriend?”

  “Sure,” I said, still smiling but a little disappointed we wouldn’t be alone. “No problem. We’ll have a little party.”

  “Yeah, a party. I like the sound of that,” Joey said with a smile, as his arm curled around my waist and pulled me to him.

  “Joey Fatone?” Shane said as he drove us home. “You invited him over tonight?”

  “Yeah, and his cousin and his girlfriend. Is there a problem with that?”

  He sighed. “You know I never liked him.”

  “Shane, you never liked any of the boys I dated.”

  He was silent a moment, then said, “Maybe I’ll stay home.”

  “Shane!”

  “I’ll stay inside. You’ll never know I’m there.”

  “No.”

  “I think it’s for the best.”

  “Shane, you have a date.”

  “She’ll understand. My mind’s made up.”

  I sat back with my arms folded. “Fine. Then I’m calling Joey and changing our plans. We’ll go out instead.”

  “Erica.”

  “My mind’s made up.”

  There was long silence before he replied. “Ok, they can come over. But no alcohol or drugs, right?”

  Once, when Joey and I were relaxing in his backseat after a rigorous fucking session, I had asked him why he didn’t drink or take drugs. He explained that he used to, but he found that they dulled his senses and he didn’t enjoy sex as much. Or, as he put it, “I can’t feel the pussy.”

  But I didn’t think Shane would want to hear it put that way, so I said, “Joey doesn’t do that.”

  He was quiet again, then reached over and rested his hand on my thigh. “I forget sometimes that you’re all grown up, and you don’t need me to protect you anymore.”

  I smiled softly and placed my hand on his, pressing it firmer against me. “I kinda like it, even though you are a pain the ass.”

  He chuckled. “Good. That means I’m doing my job.”

  Chapter 8

  Shane left for his date around seven, and Joey and his friends showed up at eight. I spent the time between looking at Shane’s videos again, particularly the ones of him and Beth. It excited me to think they would soon be doing the things I was seeing in the video.

  Tony’s girlfriend was a cute brunette named Gwen who looked like she was fourteen. Her breasts were small, and her figure was slightly boyish. But it turned out that she was eighteen, and had just graduated from high school. In fact, she told me she and I actually had a gym class together during my senior year, but I didn’t remember her.

  We talked about girls we knew while the boys showed off on the diving board, and it turned out we had a lot of mutual friends. And she was actually a distant cousin of Kelly’s.

  “Small world,” I said.

  “Small town is more like it,” she replied. “I can’t go anywhere without meeting some girl who screwed the same guy as me.”

  I laughed.

  “You think I’m joking, but I’m not. And it’s not like I’m a slut or anything. I’ve only been with six guys.”

  I laughed some more, a
nd said, “You want to put your theory to the test?”

  “You mean with you?”

  “Yeah,” I said with a grin.

  “How many guys you been with?”

  “Here in town? Let’s see... Um, seven.”

  She grinned. “Then we’re about even. I’ll go first. You ever been with Tony?”

  “No.”

  “I didn’t think so. He and Joey are a lot alike, but they don’t share girls. Once one of them is with one, the other considers her off limits.”

  “So that means you’ve never been with Joey?”

  “No,” she said, giving me a curious glance, “but I’ve heard he’s good.”

  I smiled. “Very good. He was my first.”

  Her eyes opened wide. “Seriously?”

  I nodded.

  “And it was good from the start?”

  “Oh yeah. He’s got his rough bad boy image, but he can be surprisingly gentle in bed. And rough too. He’s good at knowing what you want.”

  She looked thoughtful for a moment. “Damn. Maybe I dated the wrong cousin.”

  I laughed hard. I really liked this girl. “Something wrong with Tony?”

  “No, not really. He’s got a nice big cock, but sometimes it seems that he thinks that’s all it takes, know what I mean?”

  I nodded. “I know exactly what you mean. It’s ‘here it is baby, now be grateful and do all the work.’“

  She laughed. “Exactly!” Then she added, “I guess it’s my turn. How about Robbie Dupree?”

  I shook my head. “I don’t think I know him.”

  “He was in my grade. I lost my virginity to him at summer camp when I was fourteen.”

  “Was it nice?”

  “Yeah, it was. Neither of us knew what we were doing, but it was sweet.”

  “Sounds special.”

  “But then we came back home and started school in the fall, and he wouldn’t talk to me. He’d walk right by me in the hall and act like I didn’t exist. I blamed myself for being a whore, and I didn’t let another dick near me for a year.”

  “What an asshole.”

  “Ok, your turn.”

  “Um, Glen Pantera?”