by E. C. Towers
He took off his white t-shirt, revealing to Linda what she had been craving to see since the last time they met. That body: the intoxicating abdominals carried that were muscular but still soft. He wasn’t cut like a marble Greek god; he was just a normal, able-bodied young man at his absolute peak. He took off his pants, and his legs were like solid tree trunks. Tight calves, thighs that were, for a lack of a better word, ‘beefy.’ But the very best part was what hung in between those beefy legs: his young, able-bodied penis, also at its absolute peak. It was a work of art; smooth and even colored. It looked almost silky in the incandescent light of his room.
He sat down in the chair where his shirt was draped, spread his legs and scooted closer to the camera so that the dominating image on the screen was purely of himself. He squeezed, what looked like lotion, into his left hand before he grasped the hardness between his legs and began to rub it up and down. Hardie started it off slow, partly rubbing with his hand, and partly thrusting it into his hand by use of his hips. He eventually was doing more of the latter, as if he were fucking a girl who rode him like a cowgirl. Linda was mesmerized to see how every muscle in his arms and shoulders would flex to capacity with each thrust into his hand. He closed his eyes sharply before, and an angry grunt escaped him as he bucked, rubbed and jerked himself to a frenzy.
Linda was fixated on the screen and barely noticed how wet she was let alone play with herself. She didn’t want to move from where she was. This young man was bold, brash and didn’t know his place, which turned her on even more than she already was.
Hardie kept pressing into his hand with his eyes closed, picturing Linda's breasts pressed up against his face. He moaned and called out her name with each and every thrust.
Oh, my god, he was calling her name while he was masturbating. Linda blushed like a schoolgirl. She watched as he went faster and finally, with one tight pull, he spilled his semen all over his stomach. Linda felt like she had finished him off herself, feeling exhausted. The whole time he played with himself, she was holding her breath, trying to keep her legs closed, and her back was sore from intently leaning in to watch the screen. Shortly after, she saw Hardie get up and clean himself before he leaned into the camera and talked to her.
“Do you like that Linda? Are you there?”
His face glistened with sweat, exhausted and spent. Hardie was even breathing hard. He had put his all into that performance knowing full well that Linda was watching.
“I want the flashing green light, Linda. Give it to me.”
And just like that, the camera went black, and Linda felt like someone had poured a bucket of ice-cold water on her.
9
Waking Up From The Fog
Linda woke up from the fog of her arousal and thought about what he had said. It would be convenient, wouldn’t it, to send him a flashing green light and have him come finish what he started? She got even wetter at the thought of Hardie coming over, still fresh from pleasuring himself, getting him hard again and riding him until she came all over his diehard cock.
But, ultimately, she decided against it. As badly as Linda wanted him, she knew that she shouldn't give in that easy, nor would she. Along with her arousal, Linda’s curiosity had now peaked. She wanted to see just how far he would take it.
She got up and proceeded to her walk-in closet, heading to the back and pulling at a small knob that opened a door to a secret crawl space. She had filled it with her various sex toys and accessories. Linda grabbed a small silver suitcase, opened it and took out a phallic silver dildo that had numerous settings and a hands-free thrusting feature. Since she wasn’t going to have Hardie just yet, she’d have to get the job done herself. Linda didn't even take the time to bring her toy to her room. She was so turned on that she laid down on the floor right there and placed the tip of her toy on her aching clit. A light touch almost sent her to the edge; she clicked on the vibrator feature and teased herself with it. Hardie’s little show turned her on so much that she was afraid that if she didn’t take it easy, she would come immediately. Linda wanted to play with herself a little longer to allow for her imaginary Hardie to service her in different situations and positions. On top of her, behind her, underneath her; all with that intense look on his face, as he glided his magnificent dick into her. She could almost smell his manly musk as she thought about the sweat glistening off his torso. God, she wanted him so badly. When she couldn’t take it any longer, she finished herself off. If someone had walked past her room right at that moment, they would have heard an agonized groan coming from the closet.
* * *
Hardie switched off the camera and stood there, not quite believing what he had just done. Was she watching? Did she log on and watched him masturbate to the memory of her? This idea was either fucking genius or fucking stupid. Either way, there was likely no going back now; he had done it.
Hardie sat down, still sweaty, still butt naked and looked anxiously at his phone, practically willing that red square app to flash a green light.
Two hours later, his sweat had dried, he had his boxers on, and he was having a hard time keeping awake. His head was filled with doubts and regrets. She didn’t see it. Or worse, she did see and didn’t care. Who did Hardie think Linda was that he had any clue as to what this woman found erotic? She’s probably seen it all, and a dishwasher jerking off was so… basic. That’s what he thought was kinky, and if she did see it, she’d probably say that his sexual inexperience was the star of the show.
Despite his doubts, he still had hope. Even if he didn’t get a green light, red was still okay. It still meant he would get another chance to see her. He wondered when the next party was going to take place. Tomorrow? A week from now? Hardie was so tired that he fell asleep before he finished harassing that thought.
10
Jessica’s Burden
Hardie’s snoring echoed down the hallway straight into Jessica’s room. Well, this is what she deserved for taking on a male roommate. She wouldn’t have done it if her brother, Trent, hadn’t insisted. He insisted that two girls in the house were too much to live with.
“Come on, Jessica, all we’ve had are girl roommates. I’m so sick of living with bloody tampons and hot hair sticks on the counter. I’ve burnt my hand on them more times than I have fingers.”
She privately regretted having Trent live with her when he moved into town. He said he wanted to follow in her footsteps, move out of the house, get a job and live by the beach. She ended up kicking out a perfectly nice roommate for her brother, who mooched off of her for six months and forced out all her other roommates because he was so crass, rude and smelly. She was sick of moving new girls into the apartment and apologizing for her brother the whole time; getting a guy roommate didn't sound like such a bad idea. A guy wouldn’t care about accidentally seeing his butt crack in the kitchen; a guy wouldn’t care too much about farts and off-colored jokes. So when wieners won over tacos, they interviewed about four guys before deciding on Hardie, only because he was the fourth guy. Had he been the first guy, they could’ve saved themselves a lot of time.
He was from the Midwest and possessed the ‘awe-shucks’ demeanor that came with it; rounded by a killer work ethic and broken heart. He was here to bury his sorrow in distance and work. He wasn’t here to party, drink and puke in her potted plants. Not to mention, he was so good looking that it hurt Jessica’s soul. She didn’t let on to her brother how strongly she thought of him because he would’ve for passed on the guy for sure. They had agreed that neither of them would start a sexual relationship with roommates, and she wasn’t planning to. Jessica figured Hardie’s devastating good looks were her private compensation prize for honoring her brother’s wishes, not to mention floating his disgusting ass for almost a year. What was wrong with a little eye candy around the house? It would make coming home a lot more enjoyable for her. And so far, he didn’t disappoint.
Hardie’s nighttime routine was to shower, wrap a towel around his waist, make himself a
snack in the kitchen and watch Jeopardy until he was finished with his snack. Then he would simply and quietly go to bed. Until that moment, she would sit at the dining room table pretending to read a book while her eyeballs had their own snack. Jessica stared at his broad bare shoulders and his smooth solid forearms as he ate his sandwich. She had to tell herself not to stare at his tight chest flexing as he washed whatever dish or utensil he used. His cute, barely-there dimple on his right cheek that appeared when he smiled at her to say “good night” drove her silently insane. He was genuinely polite and softly spoken. Jessica wouldn’t be lying if she said she’d never thought about him when she pleasured herself. In fact, that’s all she seemed to be doing every night. She had a serious hunger for him, and the only way it might be tamed was to visit his room and break that pesky rule with him, over and over again.
It started to worry her. How was she going to do this? In a way, the arrangement ended up being worse than if she’d settled on living with someone she didn’t like. Jessica was living with someone she liked more and more each day. Every part of her wanted to be with him, feel him, on the outside and inside. Picturing that chest atop her; those lips on her; her lips on him; all over him.
Without making a choice, Jessica rose to her feet. She followed the sound of snoring, which was unlike Hardie. He slept like a mouse, and she would know, having also turned into a weirdo creeper. Every night, after he went to bed, she would press her ear up against the doors and listen… for something. Anything. She had hoped she would one day hear him pleasuring himself, and that’s when she planned to “accidentally” walk in. Jessica was obsessed with trying to see his package. As if it wasn’t difficult enough already to avoid staring at him, sometimes his towel would get bunched up in between his legs, and the bulge that fought against the cotton loops seemed massive. Jessica simply had to see it; she had to see for herself that Hardie was too good to be true; anything to keep her from going crazy with desire. Maybe it was like a soda can, large but short. Or maybe it was long but thin; a churro dick. Or worse, maybe he had a chicken drumstick. She sincerely hoped it was less than perfect so there could be something that would stop her from eventually jumping his bones.
Every night that passed with him walking by in a towel, the more she knew that it wasn’t simply a matter of if it would happen, but when she’d be unable to prevent it. If indeed his cock was as beautiful as she had imagined it to be, Jessica didn’t think she would be able to resist sucking him until he was quivering for mercy.
She could scarcely believe she was having such racy thoughts about Hardie. She was normally so indifferent about guys. Sure, she’s had a date here and there, but most of the time she was focused on her accounting career. She didn’t have time to be lusting over her roommate.
Earlier tonight, she had been in the kitchen, waiting for him to perform his nightly ritual. But Hardie never came out of his room to shower, and she eventually just went to her room defeated. But the sounds of him snoring were unexpected. He must be beat, she thought. So beat that he wouldn’t notice if someone walked into his room and..?
STOP IT, JESSICA.
Oh my god; sick, pervy fuck, indeed. She was contemplating entering into his room and looking under the covers. But as quick as he went to bed, he was probably still dressed. Maybe she should check, just in case he left his shoes on… and needed her to generously remove them.
Yeah, it was a lame excuse, but it was enough to get Jessica’s silent steps all the way down the hallway to his room. She knocked on his door softly, so softly that it sounded like she just brushed the door with the top of her hand. When he predictably didn’t answer, she tried to turn the doorknob to discover that it wasn’t locked.
Jackpot, she thought.
She opened the door at a pace of what seemed like one inch per minute until it was opened wide enough for her to see Hardie sitting in his office chair, fast asleep… and totally naked.
Jessica covered her mouth to muffle the gasp that escaped. Thankfully, Hardie kept right on sleeping. There it was, and of course, as she suspected, it was a stellar penis. The size, the length, the girth; all impressive, symmetrical and beautiful. It required all of her strength not to kneel down in front of his majestic crotch and have a taste. Before she broke down, Jessica closed the door, went back to her room. It was no small favor that her dildo was so sturdy as she took out her frustrations on it, imagining it was Hardie's piece taking her the whole time.
11
A Negotiation Of Terms
Hardie woke up as he heard the door click closed.
Shit. Did the wind do that? Please god, let it be the wind that closed his door and not Jessica. He turned beet red at the thought that she might have seen him completely naked. He had grown to love and admire Jessica; it was just a shame he couldn’t say the same about her brother. He had proven himself to be an overgrown kid in his late 30s who couldn’t quite let go of his 20s lifestyle. He still partied every weekend and took every opportunity as an excuse to start playing beer pong. Jessica, however, was a hardworking, responsible and unassuming girl who acted older than she looked. Her eyes were kind and seemed to have all the answers. She was beyond patient with her brother, giving him far more respect than he deserved. Hardie tried his hardest not to be an additional pain in her ass, so he went out of his way to clean up after himself, washing the dishes, getting the rent in on time and helping her out around the house. He still didn’t quite know what Jessica felt about him living there; she was always pleasant to him, as she was pleasant with everyone. He couldn’t even begin to guess if her pleasantness to him was genuine, or if, deep down, she wished he’d move out so she could replace him with a girl roommate.
He grabbed his towel and headed for the shower.
* * *
Linda decided she would have a party tomorrow. It was off her usual schedule, and she wondered if it would be too soon after Hardie’s incredible online performance. Would it be obvious that it had worked, that she was turned on and wanted to see him again? And she did want to see him again, but in exactly what capacity, Linda still didn’t know. Maybe if she saw him perform a couple of times in person and on the camera, it would get old, and she would be back to being herself again, instead of this impulsive teenage girl she had become.
The next night, as Hardie got in from work at about 7:00 p.m., he was getting ready to turn on the camera again when Linda's app went from red to green. It wasn't flashing, and he was slightly disappointed but still excited that he was going to see her tonight. Hardie put on a clean pair of jeans and a nice button down shirt, headed out the door and drove to Linda’s yacht. After he had parked his car, he stayed inside and examined the area, waiting for others to arrive so he wouldn't look like an anxious newbie. The yacht was dark as usual, and he watched a few people come before he followed them inside.
Linda made sure she wore the sexiest piece of lingerie she had for that evening’s party. She might not have known what she was going to do when Hardie came, but she did know that she was going to look sexy as hell in the meantime. It didn’t slip her mind that Hardie was young; he had his choice of what smooth, perky young thing he would take home on any given night. But he seemed smarter than that, and not the type that would be easily satisfied through a sheer physical attraction. Linda suspected that he was in on the secret that doing it with someone who thrilled you both physically and mentally meant that the sex was guaranteed to be spectacular. An older woman almost always had both qualities, and Linda wanted to prove him right on that fact. If they were going to have sex, it was going to be a life-changing experience for both of them.
Linda slipped on her red heels. It was time to party.
She walked out to the living room as people slowly started to trickle in through the stairs to a large living room with a small stage in the middle. Linda had a lush white couch that practically wrapped around the entire length of the room. Intricate Italian sconces made of steel and glass on each wall illuminated warmly throughou
t the entire room, washing out hard edges and detail; almost so that when you walked down the stairs, it was like walking into a dream; dizzy and erotic blur. This is what she wanted her parties to be like. And she wanted to watch it all go down in her media room, outfitted with a bed when her husband had passed away. Watching was still such a huge turn on for her, and with these orgy parties, she could watch, not just one, but several sex acts going on at the same time. She had cameras built into the walls, by the couch, in the sconces, even in the bathrooms, and everyone at the party knew this. For as much as people attended the parties to have sex, they knew that the main reason they were there was to entertain her. Everyone at the party was offered an invitation after performing for Linda during a scenario similar to Hardie’s audition. Linda watched everyone have sex with two girls, including potential girl members. If they weren’t into performing bisexual acts, then they were simply not invited back. She had no time for resistance to what she wanted, and the more open-minded a subject was to different sexual situations, the better the shows ended up being. Sometimes, it got so good that she had to walk out of the media room to see it live. But that rarely happened.
She spotted Hardie immediately as he walked down and scanned the room. There was anxiousness in his stare, and she knew why. He was desperately looking for a sign that she had seen him perform in his room, but she wasn’t going to give herself away. A few couples took it upon themselves to start the party right away and had morphed into a tangle of legs and bare bottoms. It got so that she didn’t know where one arm started and whose hands were fingering whom. Linda saw Hardie head towards her, and before he got to her end, she turned around and walked into her the media room, leaving the door open so he could follow her inside. As soon as she heard the door close, she turned around and suddenly found herself face to chest with Hardie. She backed up and bumped her ass into her dresser.
