by CORY CYR
“There lies your problem, Nic. We're not going to be watching two people make love. We'll be watching two people fucking, and it's called unbridled lust.”
“You truly like throwing that word around, don't you? I mean, I say it too, but it seems to be a natural part of your vocabulary.”
I bent my head close to her and murmured, “Not just the word, but I relish the act. Don't discount me because I like to fuck.”
10~Nicola
There was no doubt Cass was seriously demented—well, in my eyes at least. Should I be worried that the only male friend I'd made in eleven years was possibly a pervert—probably—oh hell, definitely a pervert? What in the hell was I thinking, going with him tonight to invade someone else's privacy? Just the idea made me cringe and excited at the same time. This was how he did his research, really, watching couples as they engaged in sex acts? I could never tell the girls about this. Good grief, I couldn't tell anyone about this… ever. I suppose it was a good thing I wasn't talking to them. Well, Pru I would talk to. Dee and I were on the outs. She had become a person I no longer liked. While I was a recluse, she had turned into a bitch.
She’d betrayed me by telling Cass my life's story. I was humiliated when he brought up not only my virginity, but also the issue of me not having sex in the last eleven years. Okay, so that was true, but Dee had broadcasted it to a complete stranger, and it made me wonder how many others she’d told. I still couldn't believe I was going through with this. Maybe this was what happens when you turn forty, maybe some kind of middle-age crisis.
I decided to nap before Cass showed up. I had a little over four hours. I seriously doubted I'd be getting much sleep, my mind so filled with a cross between trepidation and anticipation.
***
After tossing and turning continuously, I finally got out of bed at nine. I was much too keyed up to rest. I mean, who could sleep knowing in a little over two hours they would be witnessing a variety of sex acts? Ugh!
Promptly at eleven thirty, Cass showed up. I opened the door to see him standing there in dark jeans and a yellow polo, holding a notepad. With his dark tan and light eyes, he looked delicious in yellow. Delicious. What the hell had gotten into me? I’d chosen to wear some light-pink capris and a black ribbed tank top. I had thrown a light jacket over my arm in case it got chilly or I needed to cover my eyes. In embarrassment. I felt as if I were going on a special ops mission.
“Are you ready?” he asked as his eyes intensely followed me while I put on my shoes.
“As ready as I can hope to be. I am somewhat nervous. What if they see us?”
He chuckled softly, coming into the room. “I’ve been doing this every night for months and I haven't been exposed yet.”
“I can't believe you've been watching people have sex every night for months. Don't you get tired of it?” I asked as I prodded him toward the door.
“Why don't you ask me what you really want to know, Nic?” He paused and turned toward me. We were less than an inch apart. “What you really want to know is if I get aroused, if watching all these couples fuck over and over again gets my cock hard. Is that what you really want to know—is it, Nicola?”
I was so flustered by his language and his inquisition I could hardly verbalize. He let me squeeze past him, and once in the hall, he took my hand. Feeling his skin against mine, my small hand covered by his much larger one comforted me. I could back out if I wanted to, but my interest was piqued and now I wanted to see what Cass had been witnessing all these months.
We walked down the hall to a set of stairs that led to the second floor. The resort only had two levels, so the special room had to be up these stairs. I’d been here for two nights now and heard nothing on my floor. It had been eleven years, but what I did recall was when Chris and I had sex, we were loud. Thinking of Chris suddenly made me sad and I felt like I was being unfaithful to his memory. I was sure Cass sensed my reluctance because he stopped at the top of the stairs and looked at me with calmness on his face.
“If you're unsure, you can go back. You have to want to do this. I don't want to force you and you don't need to feel obligated, but I truly believe this experience will enlighten you and possibly inspire you.”
“It doesn't you; you more or less told me watching these sex acts doesn’t turn you on.”
“I never said that specifically. For me it's different. I look at these couples as having sex in different variations. It's just research. Just so we’re clear, I love fucking and I am an aficionado at the art, but I have more of a unique palate and I enjoy specific sex acts. Most of what we'll be watching tonight is what I would term normal or vanilla…”
The tenor of his voice sent a chill down my spine, and at the same time, I developed a soft drumming in my core. I immediately did everything I could not to blush. I was petrified he'd realize his words had possibly inspired me. I squeezed his hand, signaling that we could continue. We passed several doors to rooms that were definitely occupied since I heard moaning, groaning, and various other noises that indicated sex. We stopped at the last door.
Cass produced a small key and we entered a dimly lit hallway. As we moved farther down the hall, I could see chairs and a glass window that had a curtain. He pulled out one chair for me and indicated for me to sit.
“Just so you know, all the rooms on the first floor are for the guests and their escorts if they choose. The rooms on the second floor are specifically for sexual liaisons and the escorts living quarters. They can't hear or see us. We can see them and we have the option to hear them also if we choose. I think we should start by just viewing them first, and when you feel comfortable enough, we can turn on the sound. Just watch, Nic. You don't need to say or do anything but watch. We can speak afterward if you want. I'm going to open the curtain now.”
I gripped both sides of my chair. My arms felt so tense I thought the bones might break. I needed to remember they couldn’t see me; they couldn’t see us.
When Cass pulled back the curtain, I squeezed my eyes shut. I felt his hand on my shoulder, his touch causing my nipples to peak beneath my tank top.
“Nic, open your eyes.”
I slowly opened them, and the room appeared to be dark. Once my eyes adjusted, bodies began to take shape. I recognized one of the women from the yacht, and she was with an escort whose name I couldn't remember. She had to be well into her fifties and he was early twenties. Their bodies began to take shape then form. She was lying on her side and he was penetrating her from behind. The look on her face portrayed utter ecstasy while he thrust into her. I didn't need to hear them because I knew she was in a stage of rapture. Who wouldn't be when she had a young, gorgeous male filling her?
Once they both climaxed, he turned the woman toward him and pushed her to her knees. She took him in her mouth as he kneaded her breasts with his hands. He began speaking to her, causing her to shift her posture and take him in more deeply. Once she started taking him all the way in, he began to drive himself into her mouth faster. He briefly paused, then began thrusting again, finally coming into her mouth. I watched as she licked him dry.
“Cass, what about condoms?” I whispered.
I heard him snort as I saw him shake his head in my peripheral.
“This is what you ask me after watching intense fucking and her giving him head until completion? The first question you come up with is about condoms. Oh, Nic, I do worry about you,” he replied, sighing. “To answer your first question, everyone who works here is put through a rigorous health check and are tested once a week. I assume you got tested before coming here.”
Just another reason to hate those friends of mine. They somehow had manipulated me into getting a full physical, including blood work, due to tropical diseases. Jesus, I was as gullible as Pru.
I was stunned by what I just witnessed. Was that how it had been with Chris? I almost couldn't remember it had been so long since I felt the touch of another. I turned away and looked down into my lap. My skin felt clammy and
my face flushed as I squirmed in my chair. I was grateful for the silence, only hearing the quiet scribbling of Cass writing in his notepad.
My eyes appeared to gravitate back to the two-way glass. The couple was drinking champagne, the man feeding her strawberries. I watched as he licked the juice off her chin. That simple act made my breath stall. It seemed entirely too personal and loving for a male brothel. Surely this woman realized she’d paid for the attentions of this man.
After a brief time, he pulled her up off the bed with him. I seriously tried not to look at his dick, but it stuck out like a beacon in the night. Once he had her standing, he turned her so she was facing the bed and bent her down. He reached around her and pinched her nipples as he thrust into her from behind. There was no sound, but I swore I could almost hear the moans through the glass. Jesus, is it me moaning?
I felt Cass's warm breath on the back of my neck, and it made my skin prickle. His lips caressed the shell of my ear, causing my nipples to go tight and my body to quiver. “Are you wet, Nic? Does your body recognize lust? Has watching them fuck awakened a hunger inside you?”
His voice mesmerized me and I couldn't look at him right now. I knew my eyes would betray me. I did feel the loss. I missed what I was watching, although Chris had never taken me so roughly. A single tear fell onto my cheek as I realized that regardless of how my mind felt, my body recognized the loss and sensed the need for release. And what I saw looked pleasurable. I knew now I shouldn't have let Cass talk me into coming here. I already knew what I was missing, and watching this made it valid, made it real. But then there was Cass, young, attractive, and highly sexual. He was almost a temptation I couldn't resist, but he didn't want me—not really. I was nothing more than an experiment to further his research.
“I want to go, Cass. This wasn't a good idea,” I said, standing up. I still couldn't look at him.
I felt his hand on my shoulder again as he bent down and whispered to me. “Do you want to go, or is it temptation? I know you felt something. I could tell by the look on your face. I could see your reflection in the mirror, Nic. Tell me what you're feeling. Talk to me, or bringing you here was all for nothing. I need you to open up for me.”
I turned around before realizing he was so close that I was flush with his body. I felt no sense of arousal from him. I was clearly close enough that I would have felt him pressing into me, and there was zero hardness. It was painfully obvious what had made me hot left him cold. I was nothing more to him than a statistic for his research.
“It doesn't matter, Cass. I just want to go to bed.”
His eyebrows arched and his smile turned devious.
“Alone, Cass, you perv. I want to go to sleep.” I pushed him backward as I moved toward the door.
11~Caspian
In retrospect, I probably shouldn't have asked her if she was wet. Sure, I had been curious and, of course, I knew she was extremely wet. I could almost scent her from where I was sitting. It was an aroma I was familiar with, but Nic's fragrance had been lush. One thing I was certain about was there was no way she couldn’t be aroused after being sexually dormant for eleven years. I doubted she would go into detail about the sex Chris and she shared, but I was positive it never bordered on what I had planned for her.
I think she was disappointed that I wasn’t as engaged as she was watching the couple through the glass. The fact was I’d been more interested in watching Nic's reaction than theirs. The woman simply fascinated me, and her responses, although not verbal, intrigued me. Even from behind, I could see her body language shift as she watched. That's how I knew she was getting excited and most likely wet, if not drenched. I could hear her breathing as it quickened and the air around her became saturated with her need.
This had been an instance of rigid self-control taking over instead of my cock. All the while keeping myself in check witnessing her becoming stoked with desire. I could see the disappointment in Nic's eyes when she realized I hadn't even gotten an erection all the while she bordered on climax. I could feel her body stir as she stood next to mine, my thigh pressed against hers, and I knew she hoped to find me in the same state as her.
The truth was regardless of how I tried to keep my cock at bay, I’d been aroused while watching her. My jeans had gotten so tight for a brief moment I imagined bending her over the chair and fucking her in the ass thoroughly and without mercy. Of course, that moment had been fleeting since I would never become sexually involved with a woman who lacked experience and I liked my women younger. Older maturity in women didn’t appeal to me. So imagine my surprise when little Nic got my cock hard almost every time we were together.
I had to keep my eyes on the prize. The end goal was to have her become sexually engaged and watch Nic meet her rapture with a man she didn't love. She honestly believed sex could never be pleasing without making love. My intent was to introduce her to fucking and other carnal pleasures instead of her fairytale romance. Of course, she believed she could have both, but I needed her to experience everything without her emotions added into the equation.
I knew she wasn't happy with me right now, but I had hope that tomorrow would be an educational day, not so much for me, but for her. I was going to try to push the boundaries with her. Nic had no idea that sexuality requires skills you have to develop before you get to the actual act of fucking. I planned to begin cultivating those techniques, showing her how to become in touch with the most sensual part of herself.
***
I might have understated her feelings about me. When I passed by the library the next morning on my way to the gym, I saw her. I leaned into the door, watching her as she browsed several shelves. Even from the doorway, I could feel the chill she emitted.
“Looking for anything in particular?” I asked. Anything to get some sort of communication started between us before I lost my perfect subject.
She looked up at me, her usual soft smile replaced by a scowl. Even with her lips poised into a frown, she looked like a sliver of sunshine. She was wearing a bright-yellow sundress that stopped just above her knees, allowing a view of her tanned, smooth legs. She had donned yellow matching sandals that accented her pink-manicured toes. There was no doubt I was a details man, but normally these weren’t the kind of details I was known for. My body was becoming exhausted being in constant conflict with my brain.
“I gather last night's activity still has you upset?”
“You think? I felt embarrassed and overwhelmed. I should have never gone. It felt invasive.”
“I wanted to be honest about my research for the book. I'm sorry if I pushed you. Please forgive me.” I had to seriously smooth over Nic's ruffled feathers or my next plan wouldn’t come to fruition. I moved toward her, and my nose became aware of the soft, subtle floral perfume she was wearing—yet another distraction. “I'm quite familiar with this library. If there's a certain book, I'd be glad to help you find it.”
She turned completely around, and in her hand was a dictionary.
“For some strange reason, I had the desire to look up the word acquiesce. You know, I hadn't realized all the implications of the word: submit, comply, agree… without protest,” she whispered as she tossed the book down on the desk. “Is that what you want, Cass? You want me to submit, comply, or agree? Which one, or is it all three?”
I watched as she tried to go past me. I gently grabbed her arm and held her in place so I could salvage this friendship or whatever was going on between us.
“Yes,” I murmured. “I want you to do all of those things, but not for me, Nic, for you. I want you to submit, comply, and surrender everything to yourself. You've been latent far too long. I want to be the one who shows you what you've missed—what you can have. Don't dismiss this chance due to one night that rattled you. Let me teach you what I know and what I believe will enlighten you and make you live again.”
“To be candid, you're talking about fucking. Cass, I can't do that. I hate being a disappointment to you—and your research—b
ut I equate sex with love. I don't think I have it in me to just fuck.”
I watched her face and noticed a slight cringe with that last word.
“All right, no fucking until you desire it, but let me show you everything else. You need to explore all the other sexual possibilities. There is so much more to sex than just fucking.”
I let go of her arm as she retreated into the library. When I’d touched her, exuberance flitted through my body, an anticipation I'd never felt before. I'd never been inclined to want to teach a novice about sexuality, but Nic was too unique, too tempting not to want to do this.
“Do you masturbate?” I asked bluntly.
I saw her nostrils flare as she geared up for a retort.
“Why in the hell would you ask me that? How dare you? And it's none of your effing business. God, Cass, your mouth knows no boundaries.”
I suddenly realized I wanted to be the one who put her through the paces. I would never fuck her, but I wanted to be not only part of the exploration process, but a witness to her awakening. She had no idea how right she was, and this mouth planned to explore every single inch of her without fucking being the end result. Of course, at this point, I had no idea if she would let me and what would happen at the end when she begged me to be inside her. Yes, I had it all mapped out. I might not know Nic that well, but I knew women.
“I asked a simple question. Nic, just tell me. It's important for the next step in my research. I won't judge.” I already knew the answer. There was no way Nic masturbated, at least not regularly; her responses to sexual stimuli were too recently developed. What she’d felt last night came across as shocking and confusing to her. I had serious doubts that Nic ever touched herself, and on the off chance she had, she was keeping it a guarded secret. I chuckled.
“You think asking me something so personal is amusing?” she said, seething.
