by E. C. Towers
“Back up,” she ordered sternly.
Linda was slightly annoyed. The nerve of this kid, thinking that the sight of him jacking his wang was enough to think he could disregard her personal space. Although truth be told, she almost let him get away with it when she whiffed his faint outdoorsy smell lingering from the skin underneath his one-size-too-small button up shirt. But no, this sudden invasion of her space was enough to knock some sense into her, and she regained her control. She wasn’t some hormone-addled teenage girl who could be easily wooed.
She stared him down until he took a few steps back.
“Exactly what do you think you’re doing? This is your first party... wait scratch that... this is your first invited party, and you think you can just come up in here and have sex with whomever you want?”
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t that what an orgy is?”
He had a point, Linda thought, but he needed to understand that she will never be directly involved with the actual sex acts that were going on around her.
“Right. And I think I told you that all I do is watch. That’s it.”
“How can you just watch?” Hardie was truly baffled. “Don’t you get turned on when you watch? All those people out there fucking and moaning and… that doesn’t make you want to have sex?”
“Of course, it does. Of course, it makes me want to go out there and join in, but you know what I’ve found out? I found out that it doesn’t nearly feel as good as watching.”
Hardie looked at her, dumbfounded, convinced that she was certifiably crazy.
“You don’t understand.” She walked across the room, as far away as possible from him. Linda didn’t know how much longer she could keep her face stern when he looked so hot. His short, light brown hair and the five o’ clock shadow to match. He was scruffy in the most attractive way; his sexiness was effortless, which made him even sexier. Linda looked at herself in the mirror. She didn’t understand why there was a tightness in her chest until she realized that she was holding her breath. Linda let out a much-needed sigh.
“Help me understand, then,” Hardie implored.
She spun around to face him, “You know that anxiety you feel when you get turned on? That inner tickle you get as your cock gets harder and harder? The intense sensitivity when you have a massive hard-on that’s gone untouched.”
Hardie started to get a chubby just hearing her talk about an erection.
Linda glanced at it, knowing full well what she was doing.
“It’s what you’re feeling right now. The physical aspect is only part of it, though. Most of it, for me anyways, is the anticipation of sex, of wanting something inside me, something that will help with this…” she looked down between her legs, “this tension. The anticipation is what turns me on.”
“Okay, I get that,” Hardie said. “But is that enough for you to… you know… enough to satisfy you?”
“Of course, not. Do you think the only way women can come is via dick? There are wonderful inventions called vibrators and dildos, and I’ve got ten on-the-go little friends right here.” Linda held both her hands up and wiggled her fingers.
“Fingers and toys don’t complicate things. But dick always does,” she added, walking out of the room until Hardie stepped into her path.
“I won’t complicate anything, I swear. I’m not looking for anything. I’m not looking to have a relationship; I’m not interested in your money. I’m just interested in this…” Hardie slipped his hand under her robe, and she felt his pleasantly rough hands on her smooth, warm belly.
“And this…” Hardie moved his hand up to breasts and began running his thumb slowly around her rock hard nipple.
“You. I just want you.” She felt his hot breath on her ear as he whispered into it, and then she felt him start kissing her neck tenderly. He lightly tasted her with each kiss. Linda was going to break. How could she not? The heat from his body was ungodly hot when combined with the heat coming off her body.
She pushed him away roughly, but it was clear that she had been shaken in the best possible way.
“I told you I don’t do it, and if you come near me again, I’ll give a signal and security will be here to take you down harder than your cock is right now.”
Hardie backed up slowly. “Listen I’m sorry, but it’s true. What I said.”
“So what if it’s true? I don’t care if it’s true. I don’t fuck guys.”
He noticed that her sentence did not end in “ …and girls.”
“So what about girls? Do girls complicate things?” He was genuinely interested. Not to mention intrigued, as he had never met a person with as much self-control as she held. Hardie could tell that she was clearly turned on by him. He had felt her buckle under his hands when he kissed her neck, which is why he was utterly surprised when she stopped and pushed him away.
“No, girls don’t. And you know what, they’re also better at it.”
Linda suddenly had a thought. “Do you like watching two girls?”
“I’m a red-blooded male, am I not? Of course, I do. I love a naked woman, so two of those is always a good thing.”
“I agree. Come…” she held out her hand, “let’s go watch.”
12
Her Tempered Gaze
Linda led the way to the living room area holding Hardie's hand. The living room was teeming with action, with groups of twosomes, threesomes, and fourgies in every dark corner of the room. She led him to each of the groups and observed for a few seconds before moving on, browsing for two girls like she was browsing the fruit and vegetable aisle at the grocery store. Linda stopped at the third group and tapped a tall brunette girl on the shoulder. She had a fit build; Hardie could see that her arms were a little bit more defined than the average girl. She had huge natural breasts that jiggled as she came at Linda’s calling. She glanced at Hardie with her heavy-lidded fuck me eyes and licked her lips.
“Would you like to come with us?” Linda asked, but everyone knew that it was less of a suggestion and more of a command. The girl nodded and smiled. She was practically gushing at being picked. Linda let go of his hand and held on to her’s, leading the way to another girl she spotted. Hardie followed behind them, anxious to see what would happen next.
Linda’s next pick was a slightly shorter girl with short blonde hair that was shaved at the sides. Her blonde bangs were long and framed her porcelain face beautifully. Despite the rock star hair, she had delicate features with high cheekbones, small but full lips, and a cute button nose. She had small pert breasts, a tiny waist that then expanded into the curviest most delicious hips Hardie had ever seen, running a close second was her plump ass. Linda glanced at him briefly to make sure he was following her lead back to the media room.
Once they were inside, the action happened quickly. The tall brunette and shorthaired blond hopped onto the bed, got on their knees, facing each other and began kissing. Linda settled into a large couch that was directly in front of the bed and undid her robe. Beneath it, she was wearing a simple, black lace bra and matching panties. Linda glanced at Hardie and looked at the empty spot on the couch next to her, indicating where he should sit. Hardie sat down and laid back to watch the show. The kissing between the two girls took on a sense of urgency as the blonde grabbed the brunette girl’s ass and pulled her closer. Their breasts pressed together and soon they were licking, grabbing and fingering each other as if it was a dance they had done before. Hardie stroked his cock in a slow comfortable pace, making sure he held out for as long as possible. He avoided looking at Linda to keep from completely exploding all over himself.
At some point, he had to glance to see that Linda was intently watching the girls, rubbing herself from outside her lacy thong. Linda noticed that Hardie was watching her. She dared look over his way and watched as he slowly jerked his hard cock. His biceps and forearms flexed and released with each stroke. He had a serene but slightly pained look on his face as he picked up the pace. Linda watched his coc
k disappear and reappear, in and out of his hand. It glistened with pre-cum, and he used it to his advantage. My god, she wanted to suck on that cock more than anything. As she thought about taking his rigid rod into her mouth, she pushed aside her panties and slowly rubbed herself up and down, grazing her hard swollen clit with each stroke. She imagined Hardie between her legs, licking her slowly, tasting and kissing her tender lips down below.
Soon, the two girls who were scissoring each other with abandon, but it was merely background noise to Linda and Hardie, as they focused mostly on each other. Hardie came first, powerful and intense, he looked like he was having a seizure as he shot his load. A low guttural sound came from his gut, turning into a low growl as he released himself.
Within minutes of Hardie’s orgasm, Linda let out a low, restrained moan as she brought herself to orgasm. Hardie was still watching her, still completely turned on. He watched the pure bliss on her face and placed it forever it in his memory bank. Hardie wanted to remember her gorgeous agony as she came. It was the most erotic and beautiful thing he had ever seen, and he knew that if he remembered every frown line, grimace, and noise she made, the better his future jerk-off sessions were going to get. In fact, if he memorized it clearly, Hardie figured he probably wouldn’t even need porn to get off.
The girls had long ago finished and made their way out of the room before Linda and Hardie genuinely noticed that they were gone. They both lay there, spent. Hardie’s cock was spent, warm and limp, resting on his thigh, as if it would never get hard again. Linda, on the other hand, felt like someone had dumped a pitcher of warm water between her legs.
It wasn’t long before she snapped back to her usual businesswoman demeanor. Linda got up, collected herself and began to walk to the furthest part of the room as she possibly could.
“Hey, wait a minute...” Hardie reached out and grabbed her pinky lightly. It was such an oddly welcoming, non-threatening and gentle response, especially coming from a man. The way his large rough hands had the elegance and grace to convince a person to return without doing what came naturally for any man; to grab, draw in, and conquer. This was the kind of guy who not only didn’t mind being with an equal, but became a better man when his woman was an equal. How she could tell that from just one simple touch was because she had experienced the opposite type of guy far too many times in her life.
She stopped immediately and turned to look at him, expecting a certain urgency in his eyes but only seeing kindness.
“Is this what you want? Is this the only thing you’ll allow yourself to do?”
“Yes, I’m sorry. But that’s just the way it has to be.” She kept his gaze, but the disappointment she expected to see on his face didn’t come. In fact, quite the opposite happened.
Hardie smiled with what appeared to be satisfaction. Linda was thoroughly confused.
“I’m fine with that. I’m completely fine just doing this with you. In fact, to tell you the truth, what we did right now is hands-down the hottest sex I’ve ever had.”
There was no flinch and no waiver in his eyes. He was genuine.
“If that’s all you can do with me, and you want to do that with me as much as I want to do it with you, then…I’d be ecstatic.”
She stood there, not knowing what to say. Linda felt the wall she had carefully built around herself slowly crumbling in the presence of Hardie. For the first time, in a long time, she exhaled in relief. As strong as her defense was, it was also tiring to maintain.
She sat down next to Hardie and decided that she would do one thing that was against her personal rules.
Linda leaned in and kissed him, carefully and slowly, not wanting to give him mixed signals. She wanted to be clear that this was just a ‘thank you’ kiss. She backed off afterward, and Hardie leaned back and smiled. He didn’t try to keep kissing her or attempt to get more. Again, he was genuinely happy with exactly what she gave him.
She leaned in and kissed him again. This time, she stayed a little longer, kissing him so slowly that she was damn near savoring him like he was dessert. Hardie followed her lead, and it was easy because it was how he wanted to kiss her too; slowly, to keep this kiss going on forever. Hardie would have her any way she offered herself.
For the next few parties that she had, they teamed up, going from group to group, picking out their favorites and getting off together as they watched. Sometimes, Hardie participated by getting sucked off by one of the girls. At first, Hardie was hesitant, hoping Linda wouldn’t get jealous, but she never was. Her only reaction was by pleasuring herself with more fervor.
When they weren’t teaming up at her parties, she would watch him through his camera at last once a week. She never knew when he was going to do it, which turned her on even more. Whenever she flicked on the webcam, more often than not, there was either nobody in his room, or he was sleeping, but every once in a while, she’d turn it on at just the right time. She soon learned that it usually happened after he got off work. At the very least, she got to see him undress. Sometimes, after Hardie got himself off, he put on a show, hoping she was watching. He could have easily texted her whenever he was about to pleasure himself, but having it on any schedule just wasn’t as exciting as not knowing when it was going to happen.
13
To Challenge Perfection
Jessica checked the timer on the stove and saw there were fifteen minutes left until the tuna casserole she was making for the boys tonight was finished. She had promised them dinner after losing at a hand of poker. Jessica remembered the look of surprise on her brother’s face, not because she lost but because she was playing at all. She made it a habit not to engage in a relationship with her roommate’s past, simply asking for rent and talking about the weather. But at this particular game, Jessica walked in and saw Hardie’s shirt was off. He had just gotten out of the shower and, as if a gift from the gods, her brother convinced him to play poker before he got fully dressed. She nearly dropped her purse on her foot before composing herself and joining the game. Jessica pretended to stare at Hardie as if she was watching for a poker face but really, she was just taking him all in. The art of Hardie-watching had become her very favorite hobby after. Jessica would figure out ways to watch him without being caught. She had mastered the focused side-eye. She knew his shower schedule and would strategically leave her door open just a little so she could see him walk out of the bathroom from her mirror. Many a night, she had to bite her lip hard not to call out his name as she got close and personal with her vibrator, imagining him taking her from behind, with her hands gripping her ass savagely as he fucked her hard.
The timer went off, waking Jessica out of her Hardie daydream. She seemed to get lost in them more often than she’d like to admit.
The boys walked in together from noisily from getting a few drinks at the bar. She could tell they were buzzed but not drunk, laughing about something that happened at the bar just now.
“Oh my god, Jess, you’d never believe what we just saw…” Her brother broke out into another fit of laughter as he recalled what happened in his head. She sighed impatiently, and Hardie finished the story.
“We just saw a guy get up from his bar stool, walk out into the middle of the dance floor and start pissing on everyone. He just took that thing and started waving it around like a sprinkler.”
Her brother laughed even harder, and Hardie doubled over and cracked up with him. She smiled in amusement at this buzzed Hardie. She had never seen him like this.
“Well, sit down giggly girls, your poker-winnin’ meal is ready. She served up her casserole to Hardie and her brother, who dove right in. They both shoveled it in their faces so fast that they were practically done with their first helping before she could even sit down and fill her plate.
“Oh man, sis’, this is freakin’ good.” Her brother helped himself to seconds, with two big giant scoops.
“Yes, Jessica…” Hardie paused to shovel in another spoonful in his mouth before finishing his sentenc
e, “this is the best tuna casserole I’ve ever tasted. And you know what the shit of it is? I don’t even eat tuna!”
This mildly amusing statement was apparently the funniest thing Hardie and her brother ever heard because they were practically spitting out their food while they laughed and ate.
Oh yeah, Jessica thought, he’s drunk. She was probably seeing the realest Hardie she’d ever seen. He was usually always so polite and engaged in small talk whenever they crossed each other’s path, but he was never like this… loose, laughing and a little vulnerable. Jessica couldn’t believe she was pondering taking advantage of it.
After dinner, all three of them migrated to the living room to have a nightcap while they laughed at bad infomercials. Jessica sat on the couch, and to her surprise, Hardie sat right next to her instead of the dilapidated easy chair he usually sat in. Jessica smiled at him and asked about his day, wanting to keep him exactly where he was.
“Ah, my day, nothing too exciting, washed some dishes, ate something a cook failed at for lunch, smoked a few cigarettes then went to the bar with your brother. Oh wait…wait...I did have some hot wings at the bar.”
“Wow.”
“Riveting, right?”
They both laughed, and as the evening droned on, they started talking about work, favorite television shows on Netflix they binged on, and, ultimately, they began talking about more personal things, like past relationships. Her brother had long ago turned in and passed out into his room.
