Voyeur Extraordinaire (2 page)

I'd never seen a porn movie or read a Playgirl, and seeing something like this with my own eyes was incredible.

I pushed the crotch of my panties aside and ran a gentle finger over myself. I'd never felt like this before. Sometimes I’d wondered if something was wrong with me, if maybe I was frigid just like Chris’s had said after I’d pushed his hand off my breasts. I started moving my fingers in rhythm with the man’s thrusts. My breath left my body in tiny gasps, electricity coursing through every inch of me. My hand with the binoculars shook but I couldn't take my eyes from the scene in the other room.

The man tensed and threw his head back, his fingers tightening in the woman’s red curls. My finger moved faster and faster as I watched him ride out his orgasm and then my own body started to shake. I gasped and moaned while I clung to the window frame.

Slowly, I came down from my high and caught my breath, feeling slightly guilty and embarrassed. I removed my hand from my panties and let it drop to my side, suddenly feeling cold. Squeezing my eyes shut, I tried to forget what I’d seen, to banish the embarrassment. I shouldn’t have watched them. It was wrong. But those feelings of shame vaporized when I directed my eyes back to the illuminated window.

The woman knelt down on the bed on all fours and gave the gorgeous man a coy look over her shoulder, her ass wriggling teasingly. He smirked as he came up to her from behind, rubbing his growing erection. I thought it took longer than that. Maybe the guy was some superstar porn actor. He grabbed her hips and with a swift move pushed into her.

My hand returned to my still sensitive folds and this time I pushed a finger into my wetness, mimicking the movements of the man. Or rather I was trying to mimic his movements. His pace was so fast and powerful that only watching him pounding into the redhead made me dizzy. His firm backside tensed with every push and one of his arms snaked around the woman's waist and his hand cupped her sex.

My finger was pumping into me faster and I felt my legs shake violently. The woman threw her head back for a cry of pleasure that I couldn't hear, and I let out my own cry when the second orgasm shot through my body.

My legs gave away and I sank to my knees, panting. Next time I’d have to sit on my desk to watch him. Next time?

I'd pleasured myself countless times before but it had never felt this good. Not even close. ‘
Just imagine how much better it would have been if your neighbor had actually done all those things to you,’
a small voice teased.

I groaned and closed my eyes as the binoculars dropped to the ground. Bruno stood on his hind legs and licked over my face, pulling me out of my after-orgasm-haze. I grimaced as I patted his soft head. I blew a strand of my brown hair out of my left eye.

Great. Just great.
I was patting my dog while the redhead was probably snuggling up to the gorgeous blond-haired man. She didn't need to pleasure herself. How I wished I were her.

Instead I was watching them having sex like some Peeping Tom.
Or maybe Peeping Tina. Was there even a female equivalent?

Embarrassment washed over me. I stumbled to my feet and jerked the curtains closed, angry and frustrated with myself, and the misery that was my life. This would be the first and last time that I’d been a voyeur, I swore to myself. I stored the binoculars in my top drawer and walked into my bathroom for a cold shower, determined to forget about my neighbor. My gorgeous, sexy, muscled, blond-haired...

Shut up!
I screamed in my head and for once my mind listened.

I
woke with a start and the fading image of a blond man. I pressed my face into my pillow, releasing a long breath. I'd been dreaming of him all night, and I didn't even know him. This was getting ridiculous.

Angry with myself, I peeled the blankets off my sweaty body; the dream must have been really hot. I remembered only snippets of it: kissing the blond man, running my hands over his chest, lying beneath him as he pushed into me. I groaned. My skin tingled and my body yearned for another release, but I ignored the heat between my legs.

This was getting too pathetic for words. My gaze wandered over to my window, still covered by curtains. Light peeked through them. For a moment, I wanted to risk peek. Was the blond man already awake? Would he be standing in front of the window with gorgeous bed hair?

I needed an intervention.

I jumped out of my bed; anger at myself seemed to energize me more than a cup of coffee ever had. I needed a shower - again. Though, I'd only had one last night. All because of a fucking hot dream. I wondered if my gorgeous neighbor would agree to pay my water bills, since it was his fault that I had to take showers so often. Once again I wished this wasn’t just a one-room apartment. I’d have given anything for a door to slam – and maybe kick. That had always given me so much satisfaction in the past – and much to my mother’s chagrin. I stomped into my bathroom. Though bath
room
was a pretty big word for what I had. More like bath-closet. Bruno hadn't bothered getting up. He was sprawled out on his back at the foot of my bed, snoring softly, pink tongue peeking out. He wasn’t supposed to be in my bed, but sometimes when I felt particularly lonely it felt good to have hit warm body snuggled against my legs.

I wedged myself into the gap between the sink and the toilet – the center of my
bath
closet
and thrust the folding door shut. I didn’t give a satisfactory bam. Instead a tear ripped across the middle of the cardboard where mold had eaten the lamination away.

Fucking
great. I propped my hip up against the sink, despite its groan of protest. That would be the icing on the cake if that stupid thing came off the wall. I glared at the rip in the folding door. I couldn’t afford a new one. I guessed tape would have to do for now. I dropped my clothes on the green PVC floor and stepped into the small shower cubicle. Big word there again. It was pretty much just a drain sandwiched between two tiled walls. The shower curtain had gone the way of all flesh a couple of weeks ago. I turned the shower on and pressed against the cold wall when a few drops of scalding water dripped from the shower head. The pipes creaked and then a burst of cold water poured down on me. I gasped as my skin erupted in goose bumps. Two people wouldn't fit into this shower cubicle. Not that I had anybody I wanted to share a shower with. Though, I wouldn't mind sharing it with Blond Guy. That would probably be my next hot dream…

I turned the water off and rubbed a damp towel over my head, trying to get the images of my neighbor out of my head. I'd never obsessed over someone like this. Well, at least not in such a sexual way. I’d been pining over a guy pretty much all through high school, but back then my imagination had mostly ended at kissing or an abstract romantic first time. Of course, nothing had ever happened with that guy. Just like nothing was ever go
ing to happen with my neighbor.

Maybe it was time for me to do something about my single status. All those years of waiting for Mr. Right, for true love, had been a waste of time. The sexual frustration was apparently driving me nuts. I stepped out of the cubicle when I heard an insistent knocking. Stumbling out of the bath closet, I wrapped the towel around my body and clamped my arms down to make sure it stayed in place.

It wasn’t even 9 yet. Nobody ever bothered me this early. Maybe it was Blond Guy. Maybe he'd noticed me watching them having sex last night.

I stopped with my hand on the door handle, frozen. God, what if it was
him? I'd die of embarrassment.

Bruno stood beside me, yelping excitedly. He scratched the old wood with his claws, leaving more marks beside the ones he’d inflicted in the last few months. If I ever moved out of this hellhole, my landlord would probably make me pay for a new door
– or at least a new paint job.

With a shaky hand, I pushed the handle down and opened my door. I stifled a sigh of relief when I found Amy standing in front of me. She was grinning widely. Her copper hair stuck out from her head in two side pigtails with pink ribbons. “Okay.” I drew the word out,
then I raised my eyebrows. “Have you and Jared been up to something kinky?”

Amy was the only one I could talk to like that. Somehow she brought out my bolder side. Before moving to New York, I didn’t know I had one. I
still didn’t most of the time.

It wasn’t really unusual that she had her hair up in some weird hairdo, but she usually didn’t go for the schoolgirl look.

She poked her tongue out at me and pushed past me. She was small, several inches smaller than me. But I was 5’8 so
most
girls were smaller than me, and even some men. If I lowered my standards and stopped looking for a man who was taller than me, maybe then I’d have more luck in the men department.

“I’d be wearing knee socks and a pleated skirt if that were the case, just so you know,” she said with a grin, flashing her tongue piercing at me.

“TMI,” I said quickly. I really didn’t need that image in my head. I was still busy trying to get rid of what I saw yesterday. “It’s not even nine. What the hell are you doing here so early? And shouldn’t you be at work?” I closed the door and only now noticed that she was holding two cups in her hands. I tried to catch the scent of roasted beans but got nothing.

“I have to work evenings in the next few weeks.”

That meant she wouldn’t be able to take care of Bruno anymore. My face must have fallen, because she hastily continued. “Jared will keep Bruno company when he gets back from work. And I’ll be back to working lunch hours soon.”

Relief settled in my body. I couldn’t have afforded a dog sitter right now and I doubted my boss would be thrilled if I’d start taking Bruno to work with me again. My ears were still ringing
from his lecture the last time.

“But that’s not the only reason I’m here. I thought I’d introduce you to the perfect way to start the day.” She raised the cups. I sniffed again. They definitely didn’t smell like coffee. I walked up to her and peeked into the cups. A pale green liquid was inside. “What’s that?”

“Matcha tea with agave syrup.”

I screwed up my eyebrows. The brew reminded me of the water that had come out of my faucets the first few days after I’d moved in. Landlord Olsen had merely advised me not to wash my face or brush my teeth with it, since it could be infected with something. Whatever that meant, and then the idiot had taken his sweet-ass time to fix it. But I didn’t mention any of this to Amy. “Something your bo
ss ordered for the restaurant?”

Amy nodded enthusiastically as she swung open the folding table that perched at the edge of my kitchenette. She set the cups down on the pink coasters she’d given me a few days ago.
One of her attempts to make my apartment a bit more homely. Sadly the pink looked horrible against the mustard color of my table. “It gives you an energy boost and is super healthy. It’s a super food.” Her face began to glow like it always did when she talked about healthy food. She worked in a vegan restaurant called ‘Rawmazing’ where they served mainly raw vegan cuisine and super food smoothies how Amy put it. If she knew I considered dinner a success whenever I had guacamole instead of cheese dip with my tortilla chips, she’d freak out.

I followed her toward the table, all the while holding the towel around my body. I didn't want to flash her. Though, I was pretty sure Amy wouldn’t mind. She was pretty open about such things. She and Jared loved sunbathing European style. I reached for the cup but she shook her head and
tutted. “It still needs some milk. I didn’t have any at home. I need to go grocery shopping.”

I opened my tiny fridge and took the vanilla soy milk out. I’d always bought it for when Amy came over to visit since she was vegan, but I’d gotten so used to the taste that I didn’t even bother buying anything else.

“And, Nora, we really need to do something about that light bulb. There’s a lovely second hand shop with vintage furniture just around the corner of Rawmazing. I’m sure they have a lamp for little money. Everything’s better than this. Maybe we can go there before work one morning.”

I wasn't sure if I should be offended or embarrassed. I sank down on the folding chair across from her. Sometimes it felt as though everything I owned could be folded. I couldn’t help but wonder when they’d finall
y invent the folding boyfriend.

Amy’s eyes lingered on the white wall over my bed. It wasn’t the first time either.

“I know it needs pictures. The white walls remind me of hospitals,” I said. “Maybe we can find a nice painting in that vintage shop you mentioned.” I wasn't a shopping addict, mainly because I lacked the necessary money, but if Amy said the second hand shop wasn’t expensive, I believed her. She knew I couldn’t afford much. Not that she earned a ton as chef in training but with her and Jared’s money they got by.

Her face lit up in a smile. “I’m sure we will.” She put the
soy milk in our cups and handed one to me. I took a sip and was surprised at the tart sweetness. “Not bad,” I said between sips.

“Just wait a few minutes until you get an energy boost,” she said with a smile. “To be honest, you look like you could really need one.”

I rubbed my eyes. I hadn’t looked into the mirror yet, but I bet I had dark circles the size of saucers.