Watched at Home

by Jean-Luc Cheri

  “Sometimes.”

  “It does for me. And sometimes I think that pain is going to be in me forever, do you know what I mean?”

  “Yes, I do.”

  I rested my head down on him again, and we laid in silence for a while, both of us thinking. Then I lifted my head and kissed him on the side of the mouth. “Goodnight, Shane. Thanks for the talk. Sorry again about the lamp.”

  I got up and started for the stairs. His voice stopped me.

  “Erica?”

  “Yes, Shane?”

  “I love you.” The way he said it was half way between telling a girl goodnight, and telling his lover how he felt.

  I smiled and said, “I love you too, Shane,” matching his tone.

  Chapter 13

  I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, and I thought I would be out cold until the morning. But I was wrong.

  My eyes popped open in the middle of the night, and I focused on the clock on my alarm. It was 3:24 am. What had awoken me? I was about to roll over and get comfortable when I heard a sound.

  It was barely there, but it stood out in the silence of the room. It was the sound of movement – a body shifting. I lay frozen, my ears alert.

  Was I imagining this? Or was it a dream? I looked around and took in the reality of it. Yes, it was really happening. There was someone in my room with me.

  My first thought was of Joey. He had talked earlier tonight about the time he had snuck in, and now he had done it again, this time in the middle of the night. But the more I thought of it, it made less sense. That time had been in the evening, and I had left the back door open. Now our security system would be active, and anyone trying to get in a door or window would have set off the alarm.

  Shane. It had to be him. What was he doing in here?

  Then I knew. He had watched the videos. And he had come in here to see me. Maybe to wake me and talk, or maybe just to look at me.

  I was lying on my side, on top of the covers, wearing a short t-shirt that didn’t cover my midriff, and a pair of panties. My knees were bent and pulled up, causing my ass to stick out. From what I could tell, he was sitting behind me on the chair beside my bed, which would give him a great view of my ass. My bedroom door was slightly ajar, which allowed light from the hallway to spill in, giving him enough light to see me well.

  I felt my heartbeat quicken at the thought of his eyes on me. I wished I had gone to bed pantyless, which I do sometimes in the summer. I would have loved for him to see my pussy lips peeking through the cheeks of my ass. A wetness seeped through my loins.

  I listened closely for more sounds. What was he doing? Was he touching himself as he watched me? A bubble of wetness popped softly in me as the thought crossed my mind. I had to fight the urge to squeeze my thighs together, putting pressure on my clit.

  I thought of the images he must have just seen on the videos. Like me kneeling in front of Joey and taking his cock into my mouth, sucking him until he exploded. There would also be the images of Tony and Gwen entering his bedroom, and beginning to fuck. And Joey and I would join them, where Joey would fuck me as I kissed Gwen.

  I was so wet now, he would have to notice. It had to be soaking through my panties.

  What did he think of when he saw the images? Was he angry at me? Did they arouse him? Was there a trace of jealousy there?

  I heard a noise and the bed shifted slightly, as if he had put a hand on it. I tried to keep my breath even as my mind worked furiously to figure out what this meant.

  All of my senses were reaching out into the darkness, feeling for him. Was he taking a closer look at my ass? Excitement fluttered through my pussy.

  Then I nearly screamed. He touched me! My heart almost beat out of my chest as I felt the faint touch of his finger against the material of my panties, with my throbbing pussy just on the other side.

  Every atom of my being screamed out to respond – cry out in pleasure and open myself to him. But I held it in check, concentrating on his touch.

  His finger moved slowly, feeling along the furrow of my cleft under the silken material, like a blind man reading Braille. Jolts of pleasure shot through me, but I held my body still.

  His finger gently pressed in, parting my smooth lips as I felt the satiny material against my inflamed skin. He began a gentle back and forth motion, sliding his finger through my slit. I could feel my pleasure building, and I knew I couldn’t hide it if I came.

  His touch left me, and I thought he was done, but I felt a pulling sensation, then a coolness on my skin. When his touch returned, I realized what he had done. He had pulled my panties to the side and now his finger slid through my wet folds, skin on skin.

  Oh my god, Oh my god, Oh my god. All of my nerve endings were screaming with pleasure, as his finger worked gently over the sensitive membranes of my slick labia. Please, please don’t let it stop. I was getting close.

  His finger slid upward through my pliant wet folds, and found my tight clit, slipping slickly over the swollen little nub. I tried, but I couldn’t control my reaction. My body involuntarily jerked from the sensation, a spasm rippling through me.

  His touch was instantly gone, and my panties slid back to cover me. No! Please! I focused on keeping my breathing regular, wanting him to think that was just an involuntary reaction, and I wasn’t awake.

  Seconds passed like hours, and I could feel my pussy almost reaching out for him, trying to lure his fingers back. But after a moment I heard his body shift, and felt his breath against my ear.

  “I love you, Erica,” he whispered so softly I could barely hear him, even in the silence of the room. He kissed me gently on the temple before straightening up.

  Come back here! My mind screamed as he walked to the door. Please don’t leave me like this!

  But his shadow crossed through the light, and the door opened and closed again, and he was gone.

  Synapses fired through my body like firecrackers in a Chinese parade. Every nerve ending craved the return of his touch on me. But the door remained ajar. He wasn’t coming back.

  Sighing, my hand slid down between my legs, and my finger finished what Shane had begun.

  Chapter 14

  When I awoke, it was nine a.m. and the sun was shining in through my bedroom windows. I didn’t recall my middle-of-the-night experience until I was on the toilet peeing and I looked down at the crotch of my panties. My dried fluids coated the inside, and the memories of Shane’s visit came rushing back. Had I dreamed it? I didn’t think so, but how could I be sure? I had been thinking about him a lot lately, and I had spent the minutes before going to bed in his embrace, so it would make sense that I would dream about him.

  I shook my head, trying to clear my mind, but as much as I thought about it, I couldn’t be sure if it had been real.

  When I got downstairs, I was surprised to see Shane sleeping on the couch. It was rare for him to do it, and it usually happened when he was working late in his office. I wondered if him seeing me getting fucked on his bed, made him want to stay away from it.

  He was lying on his side, facing out, with a light blanket over him. I sat in the opposite chair, watching him for several minutes. It occurred to me that our positions were reversed: I was now watching him sleep. Memories of his touch on me returned – or at least memories of my dream of him touching me – and I felt the desire rising in me again.

  An idea occurred to me. I walked over and knelt on the floor next to him. In my mind, I pictured him touching me, recalling his position. Left hand, I decided.

  I moved the covers back slightly, and saw his left hand was lying on the couch cushion, slightly closed in a relaxed grip. I slid my hand under it, watching for a reaction. When none came, I bent my head down and took his index finger into my mouth, sucking at it softly. It tasted good, but not what I was looking for. I moved to the middle finger.

  As I sucked, the taste washed over me, firing through my nerve endings. It was the same taste I had tasted on Joey’s finger las
t night, after he touched me in the changing room. The taste of my pussy was on Shane’s finger.

  A new gush of wetness spread through me as I sucked at his digit, wanting to lick it clean. After I was done, I slid it out of my mouth and laid the hand back down on the cushion.

  I stared into his sleeping face. He was so beautiful. So manly and rugged. Exactly what I was looking for in every guy I dated. I never got to be this near to him without him knowing it, so I couldn’t look at him this closely – with the adoration I felt for him all over my face. Normally that was hidden behind the mask I had to wear.

  His breathing was deep and regular, and a calm expression covered his face. At that moment, a feeling of empathy came over me, as I thought about what he was going through. Like me, he was lusting after someone he couldn’t have, except he had the additional burden of having to be the responsible one. I realized I was waiting for him to do something that was impossible for him: to make the first move. If I wanted something to happen, it would be up to me.

  I reached out to caress the side of his face, but stopped myself at the last moment, my hand hovering just above his skin.

  Instead, I leaned in and lightly touched my lips upon his, imagining what it would be like for him to respond, opening his mouth and letting my tongue inside.

  His breathing remained steady, and I pulled back, watching him again. I recalled what his touch felt like last night, and my body quivered. An idea popped into my head.

  If he could touch me, why couldn’t I return the favor? My heart raced as I considered my options. I lifted the cover to take a peek, and saw he was shirtless and wearing his favorite gym shorts – thin gray cotton that fit him loosely. I could just make out the outline of his flaccid cock through the material.

  Letting the blanket back down, I slid my hand underneath, moving down over the cushion. I overshot and ran into his naked thigh, and I watched his face closely as I lightly followed the skin upward.

  Reaching the hem of his shorts, my hand moved up onto the cloth, and I was there, cupping him gently through the thin cotton. His cock felt warm in my hand, and I felt it shift slightly as it began to respond to my touch.

  I had always wondered if a guy would get hard from being touched while sleeping, and I was getting my answer. His breathing never changed, but his dick came alive, swelling and lengthening inside the confines of his shorts.

  My hand slid softly up and down his length, caressing him. At the head, I let my thumb slip around it, tracing along the ridge. At the bottom, my hand hefted his balls, feeling them slide loosely around in his sack.

  Taking a deep breath, I moved my hand to his waistband and slid my fingers under it. I finally got to feel the skin of Shane’s cock against my hand. It was warm, and I felt the hardening stiffness underneath. I slid over it, loving the feel of how it responded to my touch, arching up rigidly, as if begging for more.

  I curled my fingers around the shaft, and it felt huge in my grip. Bigger than Joey’s, and yes, even bigger than Tony’s. My thumb rolled over the sensitive spot below the tip, and the shaft jerked softly in my hand, obviously enjoying the sensation.

  Shane’s breathing stopped, and he kinda snorted and coughed. I released him and pulled my hand out of his pants, making sure to let the elastic waistband down gently. I readjusted the blanket covering him and sat back.

  He slowly came awake, his eyes fluttering open. When he saw me sitting so close, a look of concern came over him.

  “Erica? What’s wrong?”

  I gave him my best sad eyes. “I had a bad dream.”

  He sat up, keeping the blanket over his lap. “A dream about what?”

  I shrugged. “I can’t remember. It was just bad and I woke up scared.”

  He held out his arm to his side. “Come up here.”

  I moved up on the couch, and he pulled me in. I was pressed against his side as I laid my head against his shoulder.

  “You can’t remember it?” he asked.

  “Just vaguely.”

  “Tell me.”

  “I don’t know. In the dream I was younger, and it was like there was someone in my room.” His body tensed.

  “And then,” I continued, “you came in and chased him away. But I was still scared so you held me.” His body relaxed again.

  “It was only a dream, honey.”

  “But I was so scared. Thank you for coming and saving me.”

  He grinned. “I do my best.”

  “Remember how you used to hold me when I was younger?

  He gave me a puzzled look. “How?”

  “When we used to watch tv together and I would fall asleep on top of you?”

  He smiled. “Oh yeah. You were smaller then.”

  “That’s how you held me in my dream, and that’s how I fell back asleep.”

  “That sounds nice.”

  “It was. Hold me that way now.”

  His eyes opened slightly in alarm. “Erica, you’re too old to be held like that.”

  “I know, but I’m still scared. Just this once?”

  “I don’t think–”

  I didn’t give him a chance to answer. Holding onto his neck, I swung myself around, lifting my knee over his legs and straddling his waist, pushing the blanket out of the way in the same motion. My hips settled down on his crotch, and my arms clung tightly around his neck as my head rested on his bare chest, turned to the side.

  “Erica,” he said, his hands firmly on my shoulders, trying to push me off. “There’s no reason for you to be scared. It was only a dream.”

  I clung tighter to him. My bare midriff against his stomach, and my panty covered pussy pressed against the front of his gym shorts, two thin piece of material separating our flesh. He had lost most of his hardness, but I still felt it under me, warm and thick. So good.

  “Just for a while, Shane,” I said, snuggling my face into his neck. “Just for a while,” I repeated softly.

  “Ok honey.” He gave up trying to resist me and laid back, letting his hands rest on the small of my back.

  We lay like that for several minutes, and I felt so warm and safe in his embrace. He relaxed too, and I felt his erection subside.

  “I used to love to fall asleep on you this way,” I said, my breath warm on his neck. “Remember that?”

  “I remember,” he said softly.

  “I would lie like this and smell your cologne, and it made me feel so good.” I lifted my head and breathed in his scent, my nose tickling at his skin. I shifted my weight slightly, sliding my hips against his.

  “I remember,” he repeated. I felt his cock stirring again.

  I glanced up at him. His eyes were closed, and his face had a relaxed contented look.

  I shifted again, as if I was getting comfortable, sliding the silk of my panties over his growing bulge. His eyes remained closed, but he took a deep breath.

  “And when I fell asleep,” I whispered, “you would carry me up to my bed, and lay me in it. Covering me with my blankets.”

  “Mmm,” he breathed.

  “You know what I used to wish, Shane?” Another shift. His cock was almost fully hard now.

  “What’s that baby?”

  “I used to wish that you would climb in bed with me, and hold me in your arms all night.”

  “Mmm, that would have been nice.”

  I pressed my face into his neck, concentrating on the feeling of the base of his hard cock against the groove of my pussy.

  “You want to know a secret, honey?” His voice was soft and husky.

  “Yes, Shane?”

  “When you used to fall asleep on me, I wouldn’t take you to your bed right away. I liked the way you felt on me, so I would lie there for a while, just feeling your weight on me. You made me feel safe and warm.”

  “Mmm, that’s so nice. Do I feel good now?” I pressed my hips down on him.

  “You feel fantastic.”

  “Good,” I whispered, “That’s all I want to do. Make you feel good.”
I hunched softly down against him, pressing my clit against his rigid shaft. I sighed.

  He breathed deep again. “Is my holding you helping you, honey? Do you feel better?”

  “Oh, yes. I don’t remember ever feeling this good. I’ve wanted you to hold me like this for a long time.”

  He was quiet as his hands began to move on my back, tracing his fingertips up my spine and back down, teasing at the top of my ass cleft. I sighed and softly wiggled my hips.

  “When I would put you to bed…” he said and then stopped.

  “Yes?”

  “I wanted the same thing you did. I wished I could have climbed under the covers and held you in my arms.”

  “Mmm, I would have loved that. We could have made each other feel good, like we are now.”

  I was moving on him, pressing and releasing my pussy against his hard cock. I could tell the front of my panties was soaked. His hands finally made up their mind, and slid down to cup my ass cheeks, pressing me harder against him.

  I lifted my head and moaned, and when I opened my eyes, he was staring at me.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

  I smiled softly at him and leaned forward. Our lips met and we gently kissed. My breath hitched as one of my fantasies came true, and his lips moved against mine.

  I pulled back and stared at him with sultry eyes, wanting to take in his whole face. I leaned forward again and kissed him harder, our tongues finally meeting and intertwining with each other. His long fingers curled under my ass, and I felt him pressing against my pussy lips.

  “Ohhhhh,” I moaned. “Feels so good. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

  “Me too,” he whispered between kisses, “Oh god, I can’t believe I’m finally able to admit it.”

  I smiled. “Me either. I feel like this is a dream.”

  “If it is, it’s the best dream I’ve ever had.”

  I hunched down against him harder, my clit feeling like a stiff little cock as it rubbed up and down his steely length. When I looked up at him, he was staring at my breasts, as they bounced gently in my shirt.