Fascination Street

by Bridget Midway

  Grant’s arm surrounded Zora’s waist as he nuzzled his face next to hers. His heavy breathing let her know he was still asleep, that was until his hand crept up and squeezed her sensitive breast.

  She moaned. “I knew you weren’t sleeping.”

  When Grant eased closer behind her, she felt the jab against her ass.

  “I was, but then you moved and I woke up.” His normally deep voice thundered even more as he struggled to wake up.

  “I just think you’re horny.”

  With a gentle nudge, he rolled her onto her back.

  “I think you’re right.”

  After a quick good morning kiss, he slid underneath the sheets and comforter.

  “Baby,” she said as she weakly tried to squirm away.

  His strong hands held her down, pressing against her hip as his other hand pulled down her panties. Her body hummed as though electricity surged through it.

  Grant made sure to take his time now. He kissed her inner thighs in a slow, languid motion that made her writhe with pleasure. Needing to cool down her hot flesh, she pulled her t-shirt over her head and tossed it to the side. And now she had to see her man.

  Grabbing a handful of the covers, she pulled it off of him. Still in his pajama pants, he looked so sexy nestled between her light brown thighs. His warm lips pressed against her skin as he kissed a trail to her pulsating clit but then bypassed it to give the same treatment to her other thigh, kissing down it until her body shuddered. She licked her tongue over her dry lips. With the window open, a refreshing breeze blew through and danced over their bodies.

  She leaned her head back and squeezed her eyes closed in anticipation of his mouth on her pussy. But instead he tortured her, blowing his hot breath along her slit and kissing the area where her inner thigh met her vulva.

  “Do it, Grant,” she growled.

  “Say it. You know I like to hear you say it.”

  To stoke her along, he gave her a quick kiss on her clit. The connection matched, igniting a bomb with a short fuse. She arched her back.

  “Lick my pussy. Please, baby.”

  Grant really didn’t need to hear the request but he loved it when Zora was fully into sex, which meant she was into him. To hold off from tasting her tested his resolve. He wanted to put his mouth on her, lick up her creamy juices, hear her come over and over again.

  As soon as she made the request, he parted her slick folds and dipped his tongue inside of her. The scream she emitted pierced his eardrums but made him want her even more. From the base of her pussy to her hardened nub, he made a slow pass with his tongue. She tasted like a margarita, all sweet and salty at the same time with a little kick that made him come back for more and more.

  Zora undulated her hips, rubbing her wet folds into his face. He darted his tongue inside of her, deeper and deeper. The way her body twitched, he knew her climax drew near but it would be one of many.

  When his thumb made small circles around her clit she jackknifed off the bed and put her hand to the back of his head as though he would have left her right now.

  “Oh, Grant! Oh, Grant! Oh, Grant!”

  God, she was sexy. This was the vibrant woman who grabbed his attention when they first met. He wondered if she still wanted to swing with the other couples. At this point, it didn’t matter to him.

  “Fuck me, baby. I need you.”

  He sat up on his knees to undo his pants when the sound of a consistent knocking stopped them both cold.

  “They’ll go away,” she said as she helped him pull the pants over his jutting cock.

  Grant struggled to get them off while trying to ignore the doorbell and the knocking.

  “Shit! It’s eight o’clock in the fucking morning,” he grumbled.

  Zora turned his face to hers. “They’ll come back. I need you now.”

  She reclined back on the bed and wrapped her long legs around him. The knocking at the door stopped but the throbbing in his dick persisted until the only thing that would calm it would be to slide it into her tight channel.

  His hand held her breast, massaging it while his thumb played with her nipple. He loved her breasts. He loved everything about her but especially those perfect orbs. So round and firm and full.

  He’d never dated anyone outside of his race. Although Zora was biracial, she carried more of her mother’s side in her features, full lips, thick thighs, wide eyes. Her tits had dark brown areolas, lighter than Winta’s though.

  He sat up on his knees and held one leg in the air. Positioning the head of his penis at her opening, he prepared to push inside of her. He wanted to take his time with her but he couldn’t wait. Just as he was about to push inside he heard a voice that wasn’t Zora’s.

  “Catch you at a bad time?” Art asked from outside of their open bedroom window.

  This time when Zora screamed it wasn’t because of sheer delight. She scrambled away from Grant and covered her body with a sheet.

  “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Grant snatched his pants from the bed and slipped them on.

  By the time he got to the window to confront his nosy neighbor, he was gone. In a matter of seconds, the doorbell rang.

  “That’s it. I’ve had it with him.”

  Grant stormed to the front door. As soon as he swung the heavy door open, Art bolted inside as though seeking shelter from the cold.

  “It’s about time,” Art said. “Didn’t you hear me knock?” He blinked and smiled. “No, I guess you didn’t. Or maybe you did and it didn’t matter, right?”

  “You’ve got some balls, buddy.” Grant pushed the man back to the door.

  “That’s what my wife says.” He snickered.

  When Grant brought his fist up, Art halted him with his hands in the air.

  “Wait. Before you do something rash, I wanted to talk to you and Zora. And although you may think my timing sucks, I did get here just in time.”

  Grant lowered his clenched hand. “This had better be good.”

  “Trust me. It is.” Art scanned him. “Would you two like to shower and get dressed first? I can wait.”

  “Why can’t you tell me now?”

  “Because I need you both here. Besides, I can make breakfast for the two of you.”

  Without another word he headed to the kitchen and started clanging pots and pans around. Grant, a little befuddled, went back to the bedroom where he found Zora still in bed with the comforter tucked under her chin.

  “Well?” she asked.

  “He’s making us breakfast.”

  She scrunched her face in confusion. “Excuse me?”

  “He needs to tell us something. Let’s get dressed.”

  “While he’s here, shut the door and lock it. I don’t want any more surprises.”

  Grant nodded and obliged. Zora slipped out of bed and headed to their bathroom, still naked.

  Grant licked his tongue over his lips at the sight. “Take your shower first. If I join you we’ll never make it to breakfast and I need that man out of my house now.”

  Once they got dressed, Grant and Zora walked to the kitchen. Taking in a deep breath, she smelled onions, green peppers, eggs and coffee. She hoped he hadn’t used up all of her vegetables. The lasagna dinner she’d planned for that evening depended upon having them.

  Inside the kitchen Art buzzed around like a fly. The table had been set with only two place settings. Omelets covered the plates with glasses of orange juice and cups of coffee flanking the sides of each. If she didn’t love Grant so much Art would certainly be in the running.

  “Just in time,” Art said, grinning from one side of his face to the other. “Sit. Relax.”

  Grant pulled out Zora’s chair for her. When she was seated, he took his chair at the round table. Before allowing her to take a bite of the delectable smelling food, Grant cut a piece of it and shoved it in his mouth.

  Art stopped moving to gauge his reaction.

  Grant nodded. “Good.”

  Zora smile
d and picked up her fork.

  “It’s the reason I’m with Winta now.” Art dried his hands on a dishtowel and set it on the counter. “I made her breakfast one morning and she never left. Well, that’s part of the reason she stayed.” He flitted his eyebrows to Zora’s amusement.

  Once Art took his place across from Grant, Zora noticed a bag sitting on the table.

  “What’s that?” she asked.

  “It’s the reason I’m here.” Art reached into the canvas bag and pulled out two bound booklets. He handed them each their own copy.

  The cover said ‘Fascination Street Codes of Conduct’.

  Grant brought his gaze up from the booklet. “You’re kidding me, right?”

  “You always ask me that and I keep giving you the same answer. No.” Art sipped his coffee. “Just to let you both know, your STD tests all came back negative. I wouldn’t be here if either of you had something suspect in your test.”

  Although she knew she was fine, being able to count the number of lovers on two fingers, Zora breathed a sigh of relief hearing it.

  “If you’ll look inside you’ll find profiles on everyone on this street, just the eight of us. You’ll see what we like. What we don’t like. What we’ll do.” He winked at Zora when her gaze met his.

  “Zora, you want to be tied up?” Grant asked.

  Her heart sped up at the inquiry made in front of the stranger. “It’s a fantasy.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me? I would have done that if you wanted.”

  She dropped her gaze to the book and glanced over his requests. “I guess I didn’t tell you for the same reason you never mentioned that you wanted to be with two women at the same time.”

  “I didn’t think you would be into it. You get jumpy when I bring toys into the bedroom.”

  “I am not jumpy.”

  Art held up his hands. “That’s what I like about our little group,” he began, silencing the bickering duo. “We learn so much about ourselves.”

  Zora settled back into her chair, picking over her breakfast.

  “Shall we move on?”

  Neither said anything. Grant drank his juice while staring at Zora.

  “I’ll take your silence to mean yes.” Art flipped a page in his copy. “The next section is the important one. This one lays out the rules of our arrangement. This special relationship relies on trust and honesty. So the rules are very simple. Your front door must always remain unlocked.”

  “What? That’s crazy.” Grant slammed his hand on the table. “If I’m not home, I’m not letting Zora stay alone in this house with the door unlocked. It’s unsafe.”

  “You have to trust me on this, Grant. We live in a very safe area of Virginia Beach. We’ve been having our doors left unlocked for the past four years without incident. Besides, we have surveillance equipment in case strangers come into our area. And most of us are armed. If you aren’t home and Zora is by herself, the rest of us will look out for her. Nothing will happen to either one of you.”

  “Is that the reason why you all keep trying our door before you ring the bell?” Grant asked.

  “It’s habit.” Art shrugged his shoulders.

  “Why do we have to keep our doors unlocked?” Zora asked.

  “We’re open here. If anyone needs anything, we like the freedom of knowing we can come to anyone’s home at any time. If you have guests over and would not like to have any of us intrude, you simply have to be sure to turn on your yard light to signal us to keep our distance. We’ll respect that.”

  “So with the door unlocked, you can come in here at any time and have your way with Zora?”

  Art’s face became deathly serious. “Absolutely not. That’s the next rule. Although we run on the assumption that sex is open and available at all times, if at any point you don’t want to have sex, just say so. For example, some women may not want to be intimate at that time of the month. Just let the rest of us know and we’ll back off.

  There are certain special occasions where you may want the sexual relationship to remain

  exclusive, like on anniversaries.”

  “Christmas and birthdays,” Grant chimed in.

  Art cocked a smile. “Actually some of the neighbors like having the extra attention on those days. A special Christmas present may be for a man to have a harem of women to serve him. Or a woman here may want to be pampered day and night on her birthday.” He turned to Zora. “What do you think? Would you like to have your every whim, wish and desire taken care of by four men on your birthday?”

  Zora’s mouth opened but she didn’t know how to answer. Her brain screamed yes. But she didn’t want to surprise Grant more than he’d been shocked already.

  “The next rule is obvious,” Art continued. “You don’t talk about what goes on here on Fascination Street with anyone outside of the group. Not your friends, not your family, not your coworkers and,” he turned his gaze pointedly back to Zora, “especially not your therapist.”

  “Ex-boyfriend,” she clarified.

  Not that she should have to explain herself, but seeing Grant’s hurt expression, she wanted to clear the air again.

  “We’ve managed to stay the way we are, undetected, because we abide by that rule.”

  “I don’t see a problem with doing that.” Grant shoveled more of the ham-and­cheese omelet into his mouth.

  “The postal carrier still comes through here, so we ask that all sexual activity remain behind closed doors between noon and two o’clock. I suggest that you get a post office box but that’s your choice.”

  “Guess ordering a pizza is out of the question,” Zora said.

  Art smiled. “You do have to tell your spouse every detail of what occurred between you and another neighbor after the event. There are no secrets here. If you tell your significant other what happened it doesn’t come off like an affair but more like a play-by-play.”

  “More sports metaphors, huh?” Grant said. Then his eyebrows furrowed. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. This says that all couples have to wear condoms during sexual intercourse including with our own spouses. I don’t wear a condom when we have sex. I thought that was the reason for the tests.”

  “Part of the reason you had to do the tests was to see if you both were clean. Wearing condoms prevents accidents.” Art clasped his hands together and set them on the table. “One of our rules here is that there cannot be children present. If any of the wives gets pregnant, you must move immediately if she decides to keep the baby. Our lifestyle is not conducive to impressionable minds, and, quite frankly, they slow things down and prevent people from being true to themselves.”

  “No children?” Grant said.

  The longing in his voice crushed Zora. She held his hand.

  “If we decide that we want children, we’ll just have to move.”

  “But you picked this house because you said it would be great to raise kids here.” He stared at her as he waited for an answer.

  “I know. But we’re young. You just started your job. Let’s live first before we settle into a routine.” She kissed the back of his hand to reassure him.

  “We’ve never really talked about it. And I’ve never thought about having them but it was an option I wanted us to explore.”

  Art leaned toward them. “Zora is right. If you decide later on that you want to try to have them, then you’ll have to move from Fascination Street first. We can still be friends and you may contact us whenever you want, however we will not have the same relationship we had before. Is that understood?”

  Zora and Grant nodded.

  “The last item on the list is the one exception we made for the two of you.”

  Zora glanced down and saw that last bullet under the rules heading. “Married.” She snapped her head up and stared at Art. “You require that we get married?”

  “May sound silly but the rule keeps the perspectives clear. You are bound to your spouse and everything else you do is for fun and fun only. Since I assume you two are altar-bou
nd, we allowed you into the neighborhood and into our circle.”

  “And if we don’t get married?” Grant asked. Not that he would ever leave Zora. But he wanted to know how far this group went with their rules.

  “Since I own the house and I can decide to rent it or not, I’ll make sure that after your rental is up I do not offer to extend it. Until that time you two will be shunned by the rest of the group. No one will talk to you or communicate with you if you do not marry.”

  Zora attempted to squeeze Grant’s hand. He slipped it away.

  Art stood from the table. “Look over the booklets. Take your time. Ask as many questions as you want.” Picking up his canvas bag, he strolled to the door, then paused in the doorway that led to the kitchen. “There is one other thing. If at any time a neighbor asks another not to touch his or her spouse for any reason and that request is ignored, then the neighbor will be punished.”

  “Punished how?” Zora asked.

  Art tried to give her a reassuring smile but her heart pounded with all of the scenarios that she wouldn’t want to happen to her. She’d seen how Brax had Lynia tied to his porch on some mornings. And Garland talked to Evan like he was a dog. Would it be that type of punishment?

  “Just don’t do it,” was Art’s response. Then he reached into his bag and pulled out a cell phone and two chargers, one for vehicles and one for the home. “This is for you, Grant.”

  “I already have my own cell phone. Thanks though.” He held his hand up to refuse but Art set the items on the table anyway.

  “It’s not for you to use like a regular cell phone. This is one just for the men in the neighborhood. As a matter of fact, we’re having a get-together at Garland and Evan’s tonight. Make sure it’s charged up and bring it with you. You should also memorize the phone number. You’ll see how we use them.”

  After Art shared the time of the event and some other little odds and ends, he walked out of the house.

  Grant picked up his empty plate, then reached for hers. “Are you sure you’re ready for something like this? You’re free in some respects but bound in others.”