Adults Only

by Bebe Wilde

  She stared down at me with a look of complete indifference. Her hair was smooth now, as if she’d just combed it. My heart skipped a beat.

  She said, “Please leave me alone. Okay?”

  I could have died then. I could have crumbled. Broken up. Her words cut into me like fire. I felt my entire body heat up as I blushed red, then purple. I think I stopped breathing. But I had to look. I had to see if she was joking.

  I stared up at her. She stared back at me, the same look of indifference. She meant what she said. I looked down at my shoes and nodded. I heard her walk away. I grabbed my backpack and headed home, trying not to think about what had happened.

  I never went back to the library. I thought about quitting school, then decided to just transfer. But I never stopped thinking about her. She’d never love me, I knew that. And that was okay.

  Watch Me

  “He’s watching us,” I said and tapped him on the back.

  Mitch ignored me and the open window. We were on his bed, in his high-rise apartment. Through the open window and across the room, I could see the man staring at us from his apartment. Watching us. He didn’t move or try to conceal himself, like most people would. It was almost as if he was studying us and our love making.

  “Mitch!” I yelled and pushed him off me.

  “What?” he asked.

  “That guy is watching us,” I said again and pointed to the window.

  He glanced over his shoulder at the man, then turned back to me. “So?”

  I glared at him. “So, close the window.”

  He shook his head and came back at me, dragging his tongue along my neck. I shivered. I loved the way he did that. I glanced at the window. The man was still watching. Now he was leaning against the frame, staring intently towards us. I wondered how much he could see. How did we look to him? I knew we were a good looking couple. We were both in the same business—finance—and wore business dress to work. But once we got home, the only business we talked about was sex. We were obsessed with sex and with each other. It’s like we couldn’t get enough. And, really, we could, not of the sex or of each other. We liked it like that.

  But this man… Who was he? And why would he do such a thing? I couldn’t concentrate.

  I pushed Mitch away and got up and slammed the window shut. I glanced at the man, who still hadn’t moved. I flipped him a bird and pulled the shade down. I turned to face Mitch and waved my finger in his direction.

  “Why don’t you ever listen to me?” I hissed.

  “What is this?” he asked and sat up. “The third degree?”

  “Yeah,” I said. “It is.”

  “This is supposed to be fun,” he said.

  “How can it be fun with some pervert staring at us?”

  “You don’t like that?” he asked and nodded in the direction of the pervert across the street. “Doesn’t it turn you on, the fact that you’re turning him on?”

  I thought about that. Yeah, it kinda did. But then… “No!” I exclaimed and felt myself blush. “Why would I?”

  He got up off the bed and came towards me. I closed my eyes and shook my head, willing myself not to get pissed off. When I opened them, he was standing in front of me, close to me, right next to me. He bent until our noses touched then he ran his tongue along my lips ever so slightly. I shivered with delight. That felt so good. I began to melt.

  “Oh, baby,” I said and thrust my hips out towards his. “Come on.”

  “Let’s fuck in front of him,” he whispered in my ear.

  “What!”

  “You heard me,” he said and turned me around. “Let’s fuck in front of him.”

  “No!”

  “Come on,” he said and ran his hand up under my shirt. “Let’s do it from start to finish. Let’s give him a show.”

  “Why do you want to do that?”

  “Why don’t you?”

  I hesitated before I spoke. “Because I just…don’t!”

  “Come on,” he said and ground his hips against my ass until I felt his dick, hard and stiff, up against me. “It’ll be fun.”

  “I dunno…”

  “Shh,” he said and leaned across me and pulled the shade back up. “I’ll do all the work.”

  I stared out the window. He was still there. He hadn’t moved. He must have known we were going to do it. My heart began to quicken even more. “Umm… I…I just don’t—”

  He silenced me by burying his face in my neck. He began to eat at me there, at that one spot that drove me crazy. He sucked on my neck until my panties were drenched with my own juice. I was so hot I was nearly panting with lust.

  “You’re so wet,” he murmured. “So hot.”

  “Yeah…”

  “Let’s give him a show to let him know how hot you are,” he said and pulled the shade up.

  “Mitch! I don’t—”

  “Shh,” he murmured and his hand went between my legs, into my panties and into my pussy. His fingers searched for a moment until they found my clit, and then he teased it, teasing me. He removed his hand and pulled my panties up until they went between the lips of my pussy and tugged at them, getting me off. I moved against the panties and against his hand.

  “Would you let him fuck you?” he muttered.

  I glanced over at the man, who still hadn’t moved. He was still watching us. He was dressed in a business suit and sipping something out of a highball glass. From what I could tell, he was attractive, maybe even sophisticated. Mitch was like that, too. What would it be like to have them both? I shook the thought out of my head but had to admit to myself that it was an enticing one.

  “What kind of guy do you think he is?” he asked and pushed me up against the window until my breasts were squashed up against the glass.

  “I don’t know,” I said. “He looks like the kind of guy who hires high class hookers.”

  He glanced over at the guy and pulled my shirt over my head. “Hookers, huh?”

  “Yeah,” I said. “He hires hookers.”

  “Why hookers? Doesn’t he have a woman of his own?”

  “He can’t be bothered,” I said. “He’s too busy with his work.”

  “So would you let him fuck you?” he asked and unsnapped my bra.

  “Only if he paid me.”

  He smiled at me, then grabbed my breasts and squeezed hard. I moaned and pushed his face towards them. He grabbed one and kissed it, then sucked my nipple, running his tongue over and over it, up and down, then back again.

  I was getting so worked up.

  “Would you let him play with your tits?” he asked.

  “Mum…yeah.”

  “Could he lick your pussy?”

  “Oh, yeah,” I moaned.

  “Would you make him shave first, like you do me?”

  I turned and put my hands around his neck. “No.”

  “Why not?”

  “’Cause he’s a customer,” I said.

  He eyed me for a moment. I grabbed his head and pushed my mouth on his and began to kiss him passionately. He pushed me onto the window sill and pulled my legs apart. He got between them and began to play with my panties, teasing me more and more.

  I pushed his hand away and played with myself, loving the look on his face as I teased him. I pushed my finger into my pussy, then pulled it back out and sucked on it. He stuck a finger in and then did the same, sucking on his finger for a long moment then he went back in for more.

  “No,” I said and pushed him off.

  “What is it?”

  “I want your dick now, please.”

  He grinned and I grabbed his cock and pulled him to me. I wanted it now. He pushed once and he was in. I was in heaven. I wrapped my legs around his waist.

  “Would you mind if he fucked me?” I asked.

  He stared into my eyes. “Yes.”

  “Why?”

  “I just would.”

  “But what if I wanted it?” I asked and licked at his lips. “What if I wanted his big cock insid
e my pussy, fucking me like you’re fucking me now?”

  I moved up and down on his cock and watched his face.

  “Could I watch?” he asked.

  “No.”

  “Then the answer is no.”

  I grinned and put one leg on his shoulder. He kissed my leg and fucked me harder. I pushed him off.

  “What is it?” he asked.

  “I thought we were giving him a show,” I said and turned around, stuck my ass to him. “Let’s fuck like this. Doggie style.”

  He grinned and spread open my legs. I gasped when he entered me. I could feel all of his dick inside me. And it felt good.

  I looked out the window at the man. He hadn’t moved. No. I looked again. He had moved a little. Now one of hands was in his pants. I grinned.

  Mitch began to fuck me hard then, just the way I liked it. I pushed back into him, giving him everything I had. I stared at the man. He was staring at me. I licked one finger and put it on my clit and began to move it around. The man had his dick out now. He was stroking it. It was long and hard and looked really, really good. I suddenly had the urge to suck on it, as my man was fucking me. If I couldn’t suck on it, then maybe I could stroke it for him. Up and down with my hand, then I’d kiss the tip, running my tongue over the shaft. I would want him to stroke me, too.

  I stroked myself for him, in a way I thought he might do it. A little aggressively. He continued to stroke his dick. Maybe he was thinking about me doing it to him while Mitch fucked me. Then I began to feel it—the orgasm—the world inside me as I held both these men captive with my pussy. I stroked harder, feeling myself tense in anticipation.

  Mitch was pumping behind me. I was about to jump out of my skin. I was so turned on then. I wanted all of it and more. I wanted both of them at that moment, both of them fucking me. They could take turns, if they wanted, I wouldn’t mind, as long as I had each of them under my control.

  Would either one feel left out?

  “Oh, God,” I moaned. “Oh, God!”

  “Come on, baby,” Mitch said and fucked me harder, then slapped my ass once.

  And that’s all it took.

  “Oh, yeah!” I screamed and just then, just then, I exploded. It was as though I burst into a thousand pieces, then as the climax subsided, I began to feel whole again and oh, so, so good. Like a newer, better version of myself.

  Mitch fell on my back, hugging my middle. We stayed like that for a while. I stared at the man. He was finished, too. His pants were zipped up and one hand was on the shade, about to pull it down but before he did, he gave me a quick nod and a smile. He’d loved what we had just shown him.

  I resisted the urge to blow him a kiss.

  He stared at me. Then a smile crept over his face, and then disappeared. I gave him one wave. He held one hand up and closed his shade. I smiled but didn’t move.

  We never saw that man again.