Chapter 2
"All right, Mom, what's bothering you?" Deb asked after several miles of uninterrupted silence.
I shrugged. "I guess I'm just tired this morning. Bill and I had a late night."
Deb, a younger, more innocent version of me, took to laughter. She didn't inherit my rounded curves, my sassy looks. Her appearance, in relation to mine, was refined. Her body, though angular, did not lessen one's excitement when taking that small waist and cute little tush into account. I would label her svelte, even gamine-but with sizzle. The most vital part of my character made the genetic branching complete. Deb had the bad luck of being bequeathed with her father's attributes; fortunately, her resemblance to him never tampered with my affections. She wore her brunette hair in the same style, and effected a carriage that mimicked mine to the hilt. Deb loved to imitate me-it was a game to her; for me, it was the purest form of flattery.
Her giggles, erupting into outright guffaws, ended my reminiscence.
"All right, honey, what's so funny?" I asked after some of her mirth subsided.
"I heard you last night," she confessed.
My eyebrow went up. "Were we that loud?"
"How could you help it, Mom? You were in bed, making love."
I wouldn't have readily used that expression this morning, after examining my feelings for Bill. I was damned angry at him. He acted like an ass over our bungled engagement. If he thought he was going to receive an apology from me, he'd have a long to wait.
"I don't want to talk about Bill, honey," I mentioned, forcing a smile. "How was the movie? Did you girls manage to get yourselves something to eat? Is Nancy driving down to school today with her parents? What happened between Janine and her boyfriend-did they make up before he left for Harvard?" I could have gone on and on; I was apprised of the uncensored occurrences within her circle of friends. Deb made all pertinent facts available to me, entirely of her own accord. I was touched she was willing to share such information with me.
Deb sighed. "You two fought-over me."
I nearly blanched. "Don't worry about it. Bill is just emotional."
"And you're smothering."
I glanced at her. "Deb! How can you say that? I genuinely care about you. I'm an involved parent who's interested in your total welfare. I would not call that smothering."
"Even my friends think you cling too much. None of their mothers are like you."
"Our relationship in none of their concern," I rigidly stated before returning my full attention to the road.
Deb placed a hand on my shoulder. "Sorry, Mom. I didn't mean to snip. You're right: it doesn't matter what others think. And I'm glad you aren't the same as their mothers; personally, I'd vote for you to be the leading role model."
"I'm glad somebody's on my side," I murmured, pleased that this conversation was not fated to evolve into an argument. It was bad enough parting company with Bill on a sour note. "The situation with Bill should mend itself, as in the saying: absence makes the heart grow fonder."
"Let's hope he's not from the school of thought: out of sight, out of mind."
"You can't know how important your sympathy and support is to me."
"Oh, Mom--I was just kidding."
"I know."
We were within a few miles of campus. Even if we hadn't seen the signs, there were droves of young people milling about the area. The sight of them in bike riding gear, jogging shorts, or light summer clothes stimulated me.
Having married at an early age, I always felt deprived of my youth. In my mind, I had never mentally progressed past eighteen. My maturity level was comparative to Deb's-perhaps that was the reason we found it easy to be close.
When Deb was interested in a young man and showed me his picture, I would have to emotionally restrain myself; seeing a perfectly muscled body rippling with vigor, a rakishly defiant expression-or even evidence of an erection promoted a sense of eroticism. Strapping men in their early twenties had a particularly virulent effect on me-my attraction to them was almost embarrassing. I forgot the age barrier in those clammy, heart-thumping moments in which my sexual instincts were razor sharp. I prayed for a distraction so most observable signs would be overridden. Desire for these kinds of men was an aspect of my character I wished not to impart to my daughter; I preferred for her to believe men of Bill's caliber were my draw.
"Mmmmmmmm," Deb purred, "look at the pair of buns on him."
I had deliberately slowed the car to afford her that glimpse. I, too, was conscious of the young man's physical appearance. I would have liked seeing the front of him as well, but abstained from further inspection. "Perhaps you'll meet him on campus."
She sighed. "I hope so. It's been an eternity since Chuck."
My antennae went up. We approached the subject of Deb's virginity many times; generally, I attempted to cleverly ascertain its existence without seeming too nosy. "I'm sure the sounds drifting from my bedroom last night didn't help."
"Frankly, no. I was actually jealous."
"Honey," I said, patting her knee, "I'm sorry about the commotion. We didn't mean to cause a disturbance. Next time, I'll stay at Bill's."
"That won't keep me from wanting it." She exhaled softly, then crossed those coltish legs. "You know how difficult it is for me to keep from dwelling on men. It's the way they're built-wonderfully different from us. I can't help getting curious or excited."
"Curiosity can be a dangerous thing."
"Oh, I realize that. I curb the temptation. I've leveled with you, there's been none of that. But, Mom-I want a boyfriend. Somebody with whom I can feel safe and secure, who will hold me and invite my fascination without the guilt."
I breathed a sigh of relief. Deb was surely old enough for her first sexual encounter; why I chose to shield her from it might be deemed an oddity. Did my adamancy stem from my initial unfulfilling experience with her father? His need to achieve orgasm that night overruled my gratification. Noit wasn't even that. I longed for Deb to remain a virgin. I wanted her to retain her innocence for as long as possible. It was a selfish aim, one I couldn't reconcile. I mentally rejected the image of some stud getting his rocks off with my daughter-even if she was of legal consent. As her mother and friend, I wanted to control that event if it were within the scope of possibility; hopefully, Deb would adhere to my advice.
A quick check of my fuel tank gage alerted me to its low supply. "Let's stop at this gas station; you might be able to strike up a conversation with him."
"Great idea," she said, brightening, as we pulled up to the pump.
An examination via my rearview mirror relaxed some of my apprehensions. The young man appeared clean-shaven, even-tempered and smart-even if he happened to be a hunk. His virile blond looks certainly caught my eye. I couldn't shake the impulse to scan his muscled body, from the broad, rugged shoulders and swelling biceps, to the envious tapering of his middle and the graceful sinew of his thighs. He was, in my opinion, all man. Mmmmmmmmm.
Deb, understandably, was captivated. She practically bounced out of her seat and lazily strolled up to the snack machine. While faking a decision of whether to select pretzels or chips, she blatantly turned to snare his attention. The young man took immediate notice and sauntered in her direction.
The attendant, filling my tank, strolled to my window with the squeegee. "Pretty hot sister you've got there," he mentioned, slopping water and soap on my windshield.
My shock preceded my glance at him. I saw that he was another student, given his young appearance. The wad of gum he chewed enhanced that perception. A second examination proved more revealing. His pupils were pieces of coal that burned through me. His dark brown hair, cut short on top, was long and thickly curled in back. I centered on the hair-rough wrist, the stubble that a morning shave couldn't erase, and a profile that induced my pussy to progressively tighten. He personified those cocky, "what do you mean, you don't want it?" kind of men I knew my entire life. The problem, however, was that I was enthusiastically lured into his web. I've always been attracted to dark-haired men, and he was no exception to that rule.
"You like what you see, eh?" I baited him, awaiting his arrogant return. The top three buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, curling tufts springing into view.
He stopped to give her a complete study. I couldn't call his reaction an outbreak of drool, but something of equal value. A corrupt smile started to build after a moment. "I'll bet she gives good head."
My eyes narrowed. "I'm not certain. I'll have to question my daughter later as to the validity of that."
"Daughter?" He did a double take. "You mean, you're her mother?"
"I suppose, given the scheme of things, that statement is fairly accurate," I declared in a brittle tone. "Now, if you wouldn't mind finishing, we'll be on our way."
My acidic remark failed to singe his confidence. "Is she registered at the university?"
"Yes," I sighed, "if it's any of your business."
"I'll make sure I look her up."
Over my dead body, I silently pronounced. Deb would have suitors of quality-and not this hot-pants trash. I wasn't about to endorse any of the shenanigans he had in mind.
As he finished washing my windows and replenishing my fuel, I couldn't rid myself of the impression that he was performing for me. That presumptuous smile while parading around my car, that swagger he effected in checking my oil, and the suggestiveness of his hands all served to furnish ample proof of that theory. I faked nonchalance, but inwardly, I was steaming. His attitude had my pulse racing.
The slamming of my hood signaled the end of my vehicle's inspection. "Will you be staying with her?" he asked me after taking my credit card.
"Does it matter?" I fought from snipping.
"Sure." He leaned into my window, fixing me with a hungry stare. "How about a date?"
Who did he think he was, propositioning me? I combated the impulse to hit the window control and catch his ringers. "I'm not interested."
"Oh, yeah? I'll make you interested. Good and interested." He snapped his gum to punctuate his remark. His eyes dwelled on my tits, mentally undressing them to his satisfaction. There was no hiding those delightful globes of flesh, bulging from the confines of my blouse.
I balled my fist. If the little punk didn't watch it, I would take steps to see that he was terminated from his position. I would complain to the owner if necessary. "I doubt very much you're that gifted."
"No?" Complacently, he arranged himself beside my window, his crotch jutting inches from my face. "Care to check it out? I'll bet it's more than what your boyfriend's got."
The heat climbed in my cheeks. I deliberately averted my gaze, though enticed by his declaration. Men of his outspoken vanity invariably captured my imagination. The thrill of challenge they proposed made me quiver. This twenty-year-old braggart got my juices going. My pussy involuntarily tightened in anticipation. Naturally, conveying such to him would be a mistake. If he had even an inkling of how excited he had just gotten me, there would be no end to his solicitations.
In lieu of presenting him an answer, I leaned on the horn. "Come on, Deb, let's hit the road," I called, clearing my throat of the lump forming at its base. I deliberately avoided eye contact with the cocky young man.
Deb, having initiated a conversation with that blond hunk at the snack machine, turned to hiss silently at me for interfering at an inopportune moment. Granting her more time would have resulted in my sparring with this self-proclaimed stud a little longer. I was in no condition to accept more of his torment. Whether he was aware of it or not, his brand of talk and posturing got me so turned on I was juicy enough to fuck. One thing I did not care to disclose to my daughter was my voracious appetite for sex; when I got horny, she was not to be in proximity. It was a principle I mandated.
'Wow, Deb," I demanded. "This minute. Today."
Deb made her departing remarks, maintaining an angelic front, then turned to vent me a thorny expression. The hunk, nodding at her final comments, gave the impression he would come by her apartment for a visit.
"See you at school, Mom," the attendant muttered. "By the way, my name's Kevin Peters."
He reached for my hand, but I declined clasping it. I wasn't about to return the favor, nor divulge my name. Sweat oozed from my hands onto the steering wheel. His nearness made me clammy.
"I'll be around," he whispered. "You'll know where to find me if you change your mind."
Deb slammed the door beside me after hurling herself into the seat. Her indignation was plain. "Jesus, Mom, your timing is flawless."
"We've got to go, honey." I maintained a steady voice. I would not relate what transpired with Kevin, regardless of my innocence in the matter.
Was I innocent? I asked myself. I was within moments of giving him my phone number, of whispering a clandestine appointment. Better yet, we could have snuck in back and fucked; Deb, riveted with infatuation, wouldn't have been any the wiser. I practically felt the pulse of his cock as it went into my mouth. I saw, in my mind, his sneer metamorphose into apparent turmoil as I sucked him to furious orgasm. If he was the man he alleged to be, that erect cock would have been pushed into my pussy with its cum and saliva coating for a demonstration.
These visuals were not easily ejected. I attempted to block them, but they took root. Testimony of their presence manifested in my tremulous grip on the wheel, the abundant moisture in my pussy and a flickering display of glistening flesh thrashing in bed. Fantasies abounded. I saw Kevin kneeling between my legs, with sweat pouring down his furry chest, venting me a starved look. His cock, a heavy column standing above my stomach, was prepared for entry. I arched my back, urging him to pierce my hot, liquid center. He prolonged my torment by caressing my writhing body with those big, encompassing hands. I was seared by their manly grope. It pleased me that I aroused him to such passion, that the ravages of time hadn't impacted my desirability.
Before Kevin worked that big dick into my snatch, I ended that steamy episode. I reverted to the present, with a dry throat and moist palms.
"What is it, Mom?" Deb questioned. "You're acting strangely."
"I'm probably woozy from the drive. We've been on the road for hours. After we stick your things in the apartment, let's treat ourselves to a lavish lunch."
Deb shook her head. "Your emotions are certainly running hot and cold today. Are you sure your quarrel with Bill isn't responsible?"
"I'm not worried about Bill. He's been hot-tempered from the start. I've grown accustomed to that fluctuation. I predict a message will be waiting for me at your place, requesting my forgiveness."
As it happened, the prescribed note was not in evidence. Bill intended to stand on ceremony, petitioning my surrender. I saw no reason for capitulation, preferring to have him stew in medicine of his own making.
The apartment was not quite as it had been described. I hid my displeasure as I surveyed the building, a bleak structure exempt from anything cheerful I could pinpoint. Perhaps I expected some dormitory setting with bustling young women racing for class; instead, I was confronted with many couples engaged in erotic behavior. Body language was largely prevalent. I observed more strutting, sashaying and outright flaunting than I cared to witness. Groping and open-mouth kissing appeared to be standard. The atmosphere was highly contagious-even I was susceptible to the exuding lust.
My God-I was sending my daughter to hell!
"This place looks fun," Deb admitted, her lips curved.
I purposely reserved comment. Further ingress affirmed my stunned impressions. There wasn't a sign of a chaperon to be had. Although it was explained to me this was a girl's facility, men shamelessly loitered the halls or dwelled inside the rooms. Laughter, music, shouting and the like inhabited the place. How anybody could study in this party environment went beyond my comprehension.
"You don't like it, do you?" Deb inquired after glancing at me.
"I can't say that I do."
"I love it. Please, Mom, let's give it a chance. It is the weekend. I'll bet things simmer down while classes are in session. Besides, my girlfriend Sharon took a room here."
"Sharon?"
"I'm sure I mentioned her. She's the one who brought this place to our attention. If she found it suitable for her needs, then it's bound to be satisfactory for me."
I wasn't easily convinced. "We'll have to make a change."
Deb rolled her eyes at me. "Do you expect to find more peaceful surroundings anywhere on campus?"
"I'd like to give it a shot."
"Oh, Mom. Don't be a stick in the mud. It's not like any of this isn't abnormal at home."
Deb had a point. Although I exhaustively endeavored to provide a wholesome setting, I couldn't make deaf some ill-timed steamy interludes. Fortunately, Deb was exposed to that bent of mine only in the past few months. Previously, Bill and I used a motel.
"Hey, look who's moving in," a particularly attractive stud leaning against the wall referred to his friend.
"Nice tits," his buddy, comparably virile, mentioned in taking study of me. "Check out her buns. Mmmmmm."
I refused to acknowledge his remark as I helped Deb haul her bags to her apartment. "What is this place? A meat market?"
"Oh, Mom, they're just being friendly. You know how men are. It's harmless joking."
I wasn't inclined to agree. Their compliments didn't afford me a sense of comfort. I made a silent note to search for new quarters. Deb wasn't going to stay here-of that, I was certain.
Before coming to Deb's apartment, we passed the door that belonged to a loudly panting girl. Her moans escalated with each footstep I took. I raised my eyebrow.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," cried out the silken voice. "Oh, yes. Ohhhhh. More. Yeah. Oh, God. Ohhhhhhhh."
"That must be Sharon's room," Deb indicated, in answer to my quizzical blink.
"Is someone using her place?"
Deb tilted her head. The high-pitched sobs grew in intensity.
"Ohhhhhhhhh. Harder. Go deep, baby. Go deep. Ohhhhhhh. Feels so good. Ohhhhhhhh. More."
"Sounds like Sharon," Deb confirmed. "In fact, I'm confident it's her."
I was appalled. "You would accept a recommendation for an apartment from a girl who screws her boyfriend in the middle of the day for the whole world to hear?"
"like I said, Mom, it's not like I don't hear it at home," Deb replied.
My cheeks, I'm sure, turned scarlet. How did Deb hope to study with that slut carrying on in such a fashion? Twice Deb illustrated that my behavior wasn't far from it, but I disagreed. I would have had the decency to confine those tendencies to the nocturnal hours-broad daylight was not my habit.
"Hi, girls," a blond Adonis greeted, approaching one of the apartments. Dressed in jogging duds, he appeared to have just completed an exhausting run and was toweling himself off before us. His physical exertions created a downpour of sweat that made his tank top damp and clinging to his broadly developed chest. "It's pretty warm out there."
I nodded, unable to refrain from staring. Deb brushed her bangs aside and attempted to greet him as casually as possible. She, too, appeared overwhelmed by this hunk's abrupt appearance. His piercing observation seemed to unmask my interest, despite the air of indifference I tried to project.
He grinned from Deb to me. "Which of you is going to be my neighbor?"
"I didn't know this building rented to men," I blurted.
He laughed. "They granted a few exceptions. The house mother is easy." He winked. "Get the picture?"
I refrained from slapping him. "Sure. We 'get' it."
Deb ignored my thinly controlled hostility. "I'm Debbie Torrance, your new neighbor. This is my mom. She drove me down."
"Pleased to meet you," he said. His stare held lustful invitation when directed at me. "I'm Alex Dempsey. You sure had me fooled. You could pass for sisters."
"So we've been told," I said, attempting to appear totally disinterested in anything he might have to say.
He stretched, letting his muscles ripple for our collective delight. "Maybe we can go running together sometime, Deb. I love exercise."
"I'd love to, Alex" she gushed.
"Keeping in shape is a top priority." To punctuate his remark, he thrust his groin forward. The outline of his cock through his shorts revealed the beginnings of an erection. "Do you believe in fitness, Mrs. Torrance?"
Alex's defiant stance undermined some of my resolve. I refused to look south of his expanding chest. "Naturally. I belong to a health club and have regular attendance.
"We have a facility here. Perhaps you'd like to use some of the equipment before your drive back."
"No, thanks." I had no intention of stroking his ego. It was bad enough Deb revealed as much of her fascination for him as she did. "I doubt I'll have the time."
He snapped his towel and leveled a grin at me. "If you change your mind, just knock." With that, he disappeared inside his apartment.
So the house mother was easy, eh? I thought darkly. As far as I was concerned, it was just another strike against the place. "Come on, honey, let's drop your stuff off."
I tried to be civil during the first few moments we gazed at the apartment. Sharon's disruptive gasps ruined the experience for me. The walls were paper thin, clearly emitting those sounds. I did take note of its adequate furnishings, its moderately sunny decor, and simple view of the courtyard.
"It'll be perfect," Deb said emphatically, clapping her hands. "I can't wait to arrange the furniture."
I found it difficult to share Deb's pleasure. My thoughts were shaken by the lusty cries that filtered through the walls. I had reached my saturation point. "Honey, why don't you hang your clothes and put some things away? I'll be right back."
"Sure, Mom," Deb chimed, obviously having tuned out Sharon's activities. Her girlfriend's crude display didn't seem to encroach upon Deb's happiness; it did, however, serve as an irritant for me.
I went to Sharon's door, prepared to deliver a lecture on the art of discretion when having a boyfriend over. Obviously, she never learned it at home. I couldn't imagine what type of qualities her mother had tried to instill.
"Ohhhhhh, Steve," I heard Sharon moan. "Deeper, more. Oh, Steve, fuck me. Fuck me hard."
I went to knock, but as my fist hit the door, it swung open. Sharon must have forgotten to close it. The girl obviously wasn't the tidy sort. I shrugged, then peered through the crack.
I saw Sharon sprawled across the sofa, writhing and bobbing on its bouncing surface as her boyfriend-a red-haired stallion-rammed himself into her from behind. His buttocks flexed as he pumped the wet-sounding cunt, groaning with lush pleasure as his cock disappeared into her crevice. Sharon, hugging a pillow to her boobs to absorb the impact of his thrusts, alternately sobbed, then smothered her screams of passion.
Sharon was an arresting beauty with red hair, green eyes and big tits. Steve, a magnificent male, with the same color hair, brandished a chest of bronzed curls. His jaw dropped as he smashed himself into her juicy walls, his face flushed with excitement. Sharon, panting breathlessly for more, couldn't shove herself back at him fast enough.
"Doesn't it feel good?" he inquired, steering himself into her perceptively hot squish. "Don't you love it?"
The girl panted heavily, her eyes shut. I recognized her ecstasy from her trembling bottom lip, her shaking knees, her lazy gasps. As Steve swooped toward her, burying his cock, she arched her back and cried out softly.
"You like that, huh?" he grunted, stroking her harder.
Her breath came in fractured spurts, her lips circled in what appeared as pleasure beyond description. From her sagging posture and affected expression, I doubted his words reached her in seventh heaven. Steve was affording her maximum gratification.
I supposed it was wrong for me to watch, but I was immediately transfixed. I didn't expect to walk into the midst of abandoned lust. My mind, veering from preach-mode, clicked into a numb frame.
"Fuck me," Sharon implored. "Fuck me, Steve.
Oh, God. Ohhhhhhhh. Oh, yes."
I contemplated their burning actions to the dawning embarrassment of my own swelling boobs. Involuntarily, I touched the tip of one, gasping at my nipple's stiffness. My other hand delved between my legs, enclosing my groin. I clenched it, then emitted a surprised whimper. The halls, to my surprise, were unoccupied. I probably would have been more conscious of my actions if someone strolled by, but the intensity of what happened on that sofa canceled my concern.
It seemed the accumulated erotic images propelled me. I was seduced by the promise of sex from the moment I entered the campus boundaries. Although I resisted the first several, each subsequent representation eroded my will.
I was shocked that a complete stranger bore this effect upon me. Was I that enamored of male flesh? I could not reconcile myself to that conclusion.
To my dismay, his eyes broke their focus of his immediate conquest and transferred to me. Though the door was only ajar, he immediately established recognition. It was as though he expected an audience.
My heart nearly stopped, then forged onward with an irregular beat. He seemed not the slightest bothered by my presence, though my face surely throbbed. Proud of his naked and excited body, he appeared to blossom under my speculative eye. He gestured for me to step inside the apartment and get a much better look.
I was frozen in my tracks, baffled as how to make a clean exit. His wide grin advised me that he totally approved of my watching. Obviously, the notion of a woman stumbling upon them at the height of enjoyment held glamour. It gave him an opportunity to show off his prowess, as well as his incredible equipment.
I shuddered when concluding that it fed his ego to have me investigate. From my highly aroused state, he was furnished the steepest reward.
Steve seized me with a hungry look, rolling his tongue against the rim of his lips. His obscene gesture, indicating the delights he could render me in oral form, caused my face to drain of color. He then took immense satisfaction in withdrawing his cock from its sodden chambers to afford me a view of its significant size. It glistened with Sharon's slick lubricant, pulsating with energy. His dick was both thick and long, an undisputed tool of pleasure. Then, just as I was about to turn, he drove it whole into her cunt.
"Ohhhhh!" Sharon moaned. "Uhhhhhhh."
He fucked her thoroughly, engaging my shocked countenance, supplying the pretense that it was me receiving his hard cock. He took firm possession of the girl's waist and plunged himself repeatedly into her accessible cunt. It remained in position, as though its function was to entirely swallow him.
I could hear the receptive wet smacking of connected flesh as their breathing labored. Sharon wriggled against the sofa, sweat pouring from her nude body, as they worked in joint venture. Mesmerized, I saw him pull his dick from her quivering cunthole, affording me a good look at its rich coating of fuck juice, at its teeming hardness, then replaced it in her tight enclosure.
"You love my cock, don't you?" he asked aloud, speaking to Sharon but directing the question to me. "You love the way it fucks you, how it reaches deep inside your pussy. You want more of it."
Deliriously, Sharon whimpered, "Yes, oh, God, yes."
He shifted his hands from her waist to her enormous tits, then lifted her backward until she was crushed to his chest. The girl, enduring bliss, had her eyes closed. She squirmed against his slippery body as he pumped her with his cock, his ass bucking with movement as it sliced into her moist flesh.
Sharon cried out. "Ohhh-oh, don't stop!"
Steve kneaded her nipples between his powerful fingers as she clutched her tits, wringing them of their sweat. They were pronounced nuggets, charged with excitement.
Her head thudded in reverse, braced by his broad shoulder, as she unleashed a sputtering gasp. He responded by feeding his stiff cock into her damp slot with a hard thrust, its embedment complete.
I shivered, almost feeling the fit of his big dick. I virtually experienced my own cunt becoming abundantly filled. Less than twelve hours prior, I enjoyed the same blissful treatment; the difference, however, rested in size. The cock Sharon took into her pussy challenged Bill's by nearly four inches. I couldn't conceive of the aching luxury penetration would provide.
After a few more minutes of vigorous fucking, Steve lowered the girl's weakened body back to the sofa with a satisfied groan. He did not, for a minute, relinquish his stare of me. It was my stunned surveillance that spurred him. He liked having me absorb every cock-plunging moment. I wondered what kind of thoughts raced through his head.
Steve gestured with his eyes to the hand at my crotch, and in a suggestive nod, implied that I slide my hand inside my panties and jiggle my clit. He nodded to me, ordering me to commence, that he understood my need to relieve myself.
"Go ahead, baby," I interpreted his message. "I know you can't help yourself after seeing me in action. Do it, use your hand. You wish this was you getting fucked, having my big dick fucking your sweet pussy. Oh, yeah, we'd make it all fit, no matter how stiff or large it got. You know you want it. Ahhhhhhh. It could be, if you came in here. I know how badly you want it. I can see that hungry look on your face. You're hot for my cock. It can be all yours-just get your ass in here. Maybe we ought to have a three-way. I'll make you moan and sweat like your boyfriend never could. You'll cum so hard so many times, begging for mercy, begging me to stop-but I won't stop, not until I explode in your juicy cunt."
I was aghast. How dare he treat me as one of his sluts who thirsted for his affection. Indignation overtook me. I wasn't going to watch another minute.
Before I could take my leave, however, Steve launched into a faster pace, smacking Sharon with his groin. Her cries broadened, her butt jarring with each blow. She flattened herself on the sofa as he crammed his shaft into her, venting his spleen.
Never once did his eye leave mine.
I saw his face flush as orgasm approached. His pupils were glazed, his lower lip trembling. I never realized how intense people became before they were beaten by the spasms. I couldn't comprehend why he'd focus on me while sexy Sharon writhed in splendor before him. Didn't he want to witness the pleasure she took from his body?
Steve continued to stare at me, groaning.
Oh, God, I thought with sharp realization, he wanted me to watch him cum!
The moisture increased between my legs as I saw him thrust urgently into the girl. Then, just as he pushed that final time, sinking those last inches into her sluiced crevice, he quickly removed his cock and splattered his load onto her ass.
"Arrrrgghhhhhhh!" Steve growled toward me.
"Christ, uhhhhh! Ughh! Ugh! Oh, yeah, baby, mmmmmmmmmm-"
I observed his jism spurt in an arc, shooting furiously as he convulsively twitched. Sharon, shuddering turbulently from orgasm, gasped her approval.
"Oh, yeah, ugghhh," Steve grunted, holding his gape of me.
The last squirts deposited on her wriggling ass, he took his greasy cock in hand and stroked it, as if to stretch his stimulation. A thick bead of cum appeared at his crown as he worked it, then at length, fell onto Sharon's butt. His cock hadn't lost any of its stiffness, extending toward me in invitation.
Then, with a devilish gleam in his eye, Steve dropped his dick and let it plop wetly on the pool of jism. He slid it back and forth along the girl's damp flesh, smiling.
Unquestionably, his stiff tool was prepared for another heated session.
The spell was instantly broken. The graphic episode, branded in my memory, finally registered. No longer wishing to linger in his presence, I retreated from the doorway and rushed back to Deb's apartment. I scolded myself for watching as long as I had, and being lured by the-likes of a showoff such as Steve.
How could I base an attraction on him? He was thoroughly repellent. I much preferred Bill's gentle lovemaking, as well as my safe, secure home in the city.
Or did I?