by Fiona Cole
The couple in the scene made out, their hands roaming, the moment growing more intense. His hands cupped her breasts, pinched her nipples, pulling a hard gasp from her.
Hanna squirmed against my lap, almost pulling my own groan from me. I took that as my cue to move my hands. I rested them on my thighs outside of hers, stretching my thumb to brush against the soft material of her dress.
As she watched the man kiss down the woman’s neck, tugging her shirt out of the way to suck at her nipple, I moved my hands to Hanna’s thighs. Other than a quick clench of her muscles under my fingertips, she relaxed, unintentionally rocking her hips back into me. I didn’t even think she realized she was doing it.
Each move I made, I held my breath, waiting for this touch to be the one that would have her turn and slap me.
I worked my hand down to the edge of her dress, biting back a groan at the buttery soft skin that greeted me. One hand rested softly against her hip as the other fingered just under the edge of her dress, moving inward between her thighs.
“Feel good?”
“Yes,” she hissed without hesitation.
Dragging my hand up her thigh, I leaned down and pressed my lips against the thudding pulse in her neck. We said no kissing, but it didn’t mean I couldn’t kiss the rest of her body and taste her skin. She tipped her head to the side, giving me more access, and I took that as my cue for more.
I dragged my tongue along the length of her neck, making love to every exposed inch. I got drunk on the sweet flavor of her skin. Each kiss and suck had her relaxing more and more, her thighs slowly falling apart, making room for my searching hand.
The woman beyond the glass hiked her skirt up and climbed over the man. She wasn’t wearing any panties and shamelessly rocked against the hard ridge in his pants.
By the time I could feel the heat of Hanna’s pussy, the man had pulled his cock free, and the woman stroked her wet cunt up and down his length.
“Daniel,” Hanna breathed. “Now. Please.”
Until the day I died, I would never in my life forget the sound of Hanna asking me to touch her—no, demanding I touch her.
Still moving slowly, I stroked my finger along the wet fabric of her panties. She stiffened, and I stopped but didn’t pull away.
“More.”
And that was how we worked. If she would hesitate, I would stop until she whispered for more, and I gave it to her.
I tugged her panties to the side, finding smooth, damp skin. Her dress had ridden up to make room for me, and looking down the expanse of her body, over the beautiful crest of her breasts, I watched my hand move between her spread thighs.
When I slid my finger through her folds, she didn’t hesitate or freeze. She flexed her hips and thrust up, her body now begging for more when her mouth was too busy moaning.
The woman gripped her lover’s length and slowly slid down, taking all of him in one slow glide.
One of Hanna’s hands gripped my wrist, ensuring I didn’t move away from where I slowly circled her clit. The other had moved to cup her own breast, where my hand ached to be.
With each pass across her clit, she grew wetter and wetter. She thrust a little more. Holding my breath, trying not to grind against her soft ass to ease my own ache, I moved my fingers lower to her opening, slipping inside a fraction.
On my second pass, she lifted up, pushing me inside more.
“Daniel, please.”
The woman panted on the other side of the glass as she rode the man’s cock. Hanna watched enraptured by the control the woman was taking over her lover, and I let her have the same control to fuck my fingers.
“You’re so tight, Hanna,” I groaned against her skin. “So wet.”
The words flew out of my mouth, and I waited, but Hanna was too lost to herself to care. She rode my fingers harder, and I used my thumb to rub at her hard, slick bundle of nerves. Her whimpers grew into moans that sank into my soul. Her pussy tightened, getting ready to come, and I feared I’d come in my pants right along with her.
When the man gripped the woman’s ass and pulled her cheeks apart, exposing every inch of him entering her, Hanna came.
“That’s right, baby. Come for me. Squeeze my fingers with this pretty little pussy.”
She gripped her breast tight, dug her nails into my wrist, and came. Her pussy squeezing my fingers tighter than I’d ever felt.
The couple on the other side of the mirror fucked harder as Hanna came down. I softly brushed my finger back and forth across her core, easing her back to earth. I kissed up and down her neck, telling her how beautiful she was and how proud I was of her for being so strong—so brave.
Through it all, I held myself still, waiting for her to jerk away. But it never happened. She relaxed and completely ignored the couple finishing their scene as she shifted and looked to me with flushed cheeks and bright eyes.
“Thank you, Daniel.”
Our mouths were inches apart. So close, I could taste the tequila on her breath. Her tongue slicked out across her full lips, and I almost said fuck it and took her mouth. Every part of me ached to flip her over, to bury myself in her heat, but I reminded myself of the one hard rule we’d made. No kissing. I reminded myself that this was Hanna. The friend I was helping out. Not some woman I’d picked up for the night.
She squirmed again, brushing against my hard length, pulling a groan from me.
“You’re hard,” she said in wonder.
I couldn’t help the chuckle that broke free. “Yeah. You’re pretty fucking beautiful when you come.”
“Oh.” She looked away and smiled, a blush staining her already pink cheeks. “Can I—” She licked her lips before shaking her head. “Never mind. Stupid question.”
I tipped her chin to face me. “Hanna. My body is yours. Ask for what you want?”
Holding my stare to gauge my sincerity, she took a deep breath and asked, “Can I watch you get off?”
I almost laughed in shock but managed to stop my initial reaction. Swallowing it all down, I choked out, “Yeah. Are you sure?”
“Yes. Are you sure?” she asked, sitting up to face me, her dress still hiked up around her waist. Her panties still tugged to the side, exposing her swollen, wet lips. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
I did laugh at that. “Hanna, this is about as uncomfortable as I get,” I said, gesturing to my cock straining my pants.
She looked down, her eyes widening more. “Oh.”
“Are you sure?” I asked again.
Without looking away from my crotch, she nodded. She looked like a kid in a candy store, and there was no way I’d be able to deny her.
Taking a deep breath, I adjusted and unfastened my pants. There were no more noises coming from the other room, just our heavy breathing mixing with the slow slide of my zipper.
“Oh, wow,” she breathed when I pulled myself free.
“You’re good for my ego.”
She barely glanced up before looking back to my length. I reached to the side table and grabbed the lube. I wanted to ask if I could use hers—to see if she’d let me drag my palm through her wet folds and use her cum to get myself off, but this was about her. Not me trying to fulfill every fantasy crossing my mind.
I’d never felt more like a piece of meat than I did right then, rubbing my cock in slow, tight strokes. And I loved it. I took in her full heaving breasts down to her wet pussy. I watched her fists clench, and her cheeks flush. I remembered how tight her cunt spasmed around me, and I came.
Pleasure ripped from deep in my chest, surged down my spine, and erupted from my cock in long hard pulses. My head dropped back against the cushions, and I groaned, feeling the wet splatter of my cum on my chest and my neck until it dribbled down my palm.
“Fuck,” I breathed, tipping my head forward.
Hanna slowly dragged her wide eyes from my softening cock, up my ruined shirt, until she finally met my gaze. “That was beautiful.”
“You’re beautifu
l,” I said. “And so unbelievably brave.”
Her lips slowly tipped up, and something entered her eyes that had an invisible band tightening around my chest. One that had my nerves prickling.
Nervous because she looked at me like I was the answer to all her fears—to her future.
Nervous because I liked it.
Hanna
After leaving the room, we grabbed another drink and talked about work, which was insane after what we’d done. But somehow, it didn’t feel weird at all.
We laughed like the friends we were. We laughed like we hadn’t just gotten off in front of each other, like he hadn’t just had his fingers buried in my pussy. Like he hadn’t just given me my first real orgasm.
Lying in bed later, my body still ached. Heat still simmered along my flesh like it never had before. I rubbed my thighs together and giggled at the pure joy that flooded me when the ache grew, spreading up my chest and pebbling my nipples.
Hesitating in fear of having another failure, I said fuck it and slid my hand under the covers. The other grazed my breast over my shirt, and I sucked in a harsh breath at the electric current it sent to my core.
Slowly, I slipped my fingers beneath my underwear and between my folds, gasping as they grazed across my sensitive clit. I couldn’t remember ever being so wet. Was this what Daniel had felt when he’d touched me earlier?
That thought had a whole new wave of heat washing over me. Sweat gathered at my brow, and I pushed against my opening before moving back up and circling. I already stood on the edge of the cliff, ready to fall. I’d never been this close on my own.
Desperate to hold tight and determined to make it happen, I pinched my eyes closed and tried to picture the couple performing. Instead, all I saw was Daniel’s long fingers, roughly gripping his thick length and stroking up and down. I saw his thumb swiping across the swollen head of his cock on each pass. I saw his jaw clench, and his grip grow tighter, his arm moving faster. God, he’d been beautiful. I never thought I’d ever consider a penis anything but a weapon, but I’d watched Daniel, enraptured and captivated, my muscles aching from holding back to touch him myself.
My fingers moved faster and faster. I dug my heels into the mattress and swallowed, trying to get moisture back in my mouth.
Guilt poked at my pleasure that I was fantasizing about Daniel as I played with myself, but then I remembered his deep groan that had rumbled from his chest. I remembered the way his eyes watched between my legs, only sliding closed at the last minute before his cum shot out. He hadn’t even cared that it landed on his shirt and neck, he’d been so lost in his pleasure.
And just like that, I fell. Waves of ecstasy spread from my core over my body, bringing my skin to life. My lips fell open, freeing moans of pleasure I hadn’t even known I was capable of.
My chest heaved as I slowly pulled my fingers from between my legs. My moans changed to giddy laughter that bubbled out.
I’d come.
I’d made myself come.
I orgasmed and hadn’t got lost in a nightmare.
More laughter of joy that had tears slipping down my temples.
Guilt lingered that I’d thought of Daniel, but I was too happy to give it any merit.
Besides, we were friends. This was what we wanted. I couldn’t help but think he wouldn’t care. He’d probably be happy for me.
12
Hanna
Walking into the lunchroom, my steps faltered when I came face-to-face with Sean’s broad back. Before I could backtrack, he turned, catching me frozen in the doorway. “Hey, Hanna.”
“Hey, Sean,” I said lamely, forcing my feet to move deeper into the room.
“Grabbing a late lunch?”
“Yeah. A meeting ran long.” I rolled my eyes and grabbed my yogurt out of the fridge.
“Hate when that happens.”
He leaned his back against the counter and crossed his feet at the ankles, cradling a container of watermelon. An awkward silence filled the room and pressed on me, urging me to say anything.
“Oh, watermelon. I love watermelon.” I think I smiled. I couldn’t tell when my inner self was cringing hard. To make matters worse, I continued. “You know, the great thing about math if you love watermelons is that it’s the only place you can buy forty-nine watermelons, and no one wonders why.”
Sean’s eyes warmed, and his lips stretched into a smile, but the more I talked about watermelons, the more the crease between his brows grew. His confusion, rather than making me stop, only pushed me to explain.
“You know because math problems in school…they always had truckloads of watermelons.”
“Yeah.” He nodded, smiling harder. “I get it.”
At no point did he ever look like he was laughing at me. I hoped he found my awkward math jokes charming and endearing. He definitely didn’t appear to be judging me, but maybe he was just really good at hiding his reactions because despite having got the joke, he still didn’t respond, and the silence stretched on again.
“Sorry,” I apologized. “Not all math puns are bad. Just sum. Like s-u-m.”
This time, he laughed, and it was nice—deep, a little gruff, maybe sexy? Thankfully, I was saved from analyzing anymore when his friend from the party walked in.
“It’s freaking freezing down here. So much warmer upstairs with R and D.”
“You should try standing in a corner.” Adam turned to me like he hadn’t even noticed I was there, confusion marring his face. “Because it’s always ninety degrees,” I explained.
“What?” he asked, thoroughly confused.
This time I did cringe outwardly. He looked to Sean for help in explaining the crazy girl before him, and I turned, not wanting to see his reaction. I didn’t want to hear it either.
“Nothing,” I rushed out. “I got to go.”
I didn’t look back and did my best not to run to hide behind my office door. But I definitely did a thorough speed walk. I shut my door and fell into my seat, letting my head fall forward on my desk. I repeated the head bang a few more times for good measure.
“Idiot,” I muttered.
Seeing my phone from the corner of my eye, an idea came to mind. Not overthinking it, I quickly pulled up Daniel’s name.
Me: Can you teach me how to flirt?
The three dots popped up immediately, and I held my breath waiting for his response.
Daniel: What?
Me: Flirting. I want to learn.
Daniel: Why?
Me: Because I’m awkward and what’s the point of learning to accept sex if I scare guys away with math puns.
Daniel: Math puns?
Me: Shut up.
Daniel: I like your math puns.
Daniel: SUM of them are funny … ;)
Me: You can’t see, but I’m glaring.
Daniel: Meet me at Voy tonight.
Feeling marginally better, I set my phone aside and spun my chair around, smile firmly locked in place.
I was excited to learn how to flirt.
I was excited to see Daniel again.
But mostly excited about flirting.
I hadn’t seen him since last weekend when he’d…when he’d touched me.
Flashes of the night, the heat, the feel, the images, his penis bombarded me like they had every day this week.
Embarrassment about the sounds I’d made, of the things I requested lingered, but it wasn’t enough to wash out the happiness. My cheeks cramped from smiling so hard when I recalled my orgasm.
I’d orgasmed.
And then I’d orgasmed again on my own.
Did someone get to feel pride in that? Because I sure as hell did.
And I didn’t regret it. I felt pride in that too.
All because of Daniel.
When he’d first suggested the contact therapy, my immediate reaction had been to say no. But I trusted Daniel, and I heard him out, and in the end, what was the harm in trying. The more years that passed, the more desperate I became to not
be broken anymore.
Licking my dry lips, I remembered his rough fingers between my thighs, not too obtrusive, but there. I remembered his lips sucking at my neck and the chills it’d sent down my spine, straight to my core. Probably most surprising of all was remembering the deep rumble of his voice against my back—remembering it being the final straw that broke the camel’s back.
Then to watch him come.
I rubbed my thighs together in my seat, trying to ease the building ache, remembering how much I’d wanted to touch myself as I watched him. A feeling completely foreign to me.
Until Daniel.
Now, I had to stop myself from reaching between my thighs every chance I got. Not that I’d been able to actually make myself come again after the first night.
Maybe because I refused to think about Daniel again when I got off. I’d not let my guilt get to me after the first time. Being with him at Voyeur was one thing, but to pleasure myself to thoughts of him jacking off felt wrong. Next time I went, I’d pay closer attention to the performers and add that to my spank bank. I laughed at the word, having heard Ian use it more than a hundred times over the years. I was giddy that I got to use it myself.
It’d been one of the best nights I could remember. I didn’t want to ruin that by thinking of him as anything more than a friend. At least, I needed to fight when those thoughts crept in.
By the time the end of the workday rolled around, I was ready for my lesson. I was just about to get on the elevator when Erik stepped out.
“Where are you off to in a hurry?”
“I’m heading home real quick to change before heading to Voy.”
Erik stopped and gave me his full attention, and I braced myself for the over-protective brother. “Alex and I can meet you there.”
