Watched at Home (5 page)

She shrugged. “There were a few guys at
school, but nothing long lasting. And then I had to come home.” She
smiled and added, “I’m sorry that my stories aren’t as exciting as
all of yours.”

The girls laughed and told her she’d have
better luck this fall, and that they wanted a full report at
Christmas break.

I spoke again. “What about back here, at
home?”

Beth gave me a curious look. “What about
it?”

“Find any special guys around here?” I kept
my voice natural and upbeat.

She shrugged again. “Been busy with my mom.
But there’s one guy I’ve been seeing a little of lately.”

Chris chimed in, “Tell us!”

Beth smiled. “Well, he’s a little older, and
we’re not really serious, but we’ve been having some fun.”

“Whoa,” Kelly said, “that does sound like
fun. Who is he?”

Beth shrugged again. “Just some guy. You
don’t know him.”

“Is he good in bed?” asked Danni.

Beth smiled. “Oh yeah.”

“He’s not married, is he?” Chris asked.

Beth looked shocked. “Of course not! I would
never do that.”

Yeah, but you would fuck your best friend’s
guardian, I thought.

Beth gave me a curious look, and I realized I
wasn’t asking her about her mystery lover. Thinking quickly, I
said, “It’s not Joey Fatone, is it? Because he always had the hots
for you.”

Everyone cracked up, and even I joined in
with the laughter.

When it died down, Beth said, “Nah, Joey only
liked me because I looked like you. Guys are weird like that
sometimes.” She looked at me when she said it, and I was wondering
what she meant by it, when Shane’s voice interrupted us.

“Hello ladies,” he said, walking out in jeans
and a t-shirt, “It’s so nice to see you all back here again.”

My friends always liked Shane, and they all
got up and talked excitedly to him, telling him about their time
away at college. All except Beth and me, and we sat in our chairs
watching the other girls flit around him.

“Where’s your swimsuit, Mr. Roberts?” Chris
said.

“Yeah, join us in the pool,” Kelly added.

“Nope,” Shane said, “this is your party and
I’m not going to crash it. I just wanted to stop by and say hello.
Now carry on and have fun. Oh, I almost forgot. Beth, I have that
new wheelchair controller your mom asked for. Before you leave,
stop in and get it.”

“Sure thing Mr. Roberts. Thanks.”

“No problem.”

I watched this interchange with curiosity. If
I hadn’t known the truth, I would have never suspected anything.
They hid their secret well.

Shane said his goodbyes, but they wouldn’t
let him go until he promised to come out and visit them again
before the night was over.

After he left, the girls sat back down and
Chris said, “Erica, you’re such a lucky bitch.”

The girls all laughed, and I said, “Why?”

“Because Shane is hot.” They all laughed
again.

“That’s gross,” I said.

“Come on,” Chris said, “we’re all grown woman
now. We can admit it. Who here had the hots for Shane growing up?
Let’s see a show of hands.” She raised her hand.

Danni grinned and raised her hand. It took a
few seconds, but Kelly smiled shyly and raised hers. All eyes
turned to Beth.

Beth looked around and begrudgingly put her
hand up. I stared around at my friends, a reluctant smile coming to
my face.

“Well?” Chris said, looking at me.

“Well what?”

“Get your hand up.”

The girls all laughed again.

“Now that’s really gross,” I said, but joined
in the laughter.

“One time,” Danni said, “I had this dream. I
was with this guy, in bed, and we were making love but it was too
dark to see who it was, and–”

“Danni,” I interrupted, “I don’t think–”

“–and it was really good, you know? And I was
like, who is this? And–”

“Danni,” I said louder, please–”

“–and he started really slamming me, his
strong muscles working as he fucked me harder and harder, I–”

“Stop it.”

“I was going out of my mind, so I reached
over to the light, and–”

“No.”

“–and I turned it on, and there, above me,
between my legs, was Tom Brady.”

I stared at her for a moment, without
speaking.

The whole table erupted in shrieks of
laughter, me among them.

Later, as the other girls played in the pool,
Beth and I sat alone at the table.

“So,” I said, “you’re being mysterious about
this guy you’re involved with.”

“Not much to tell, really.”

“How’d you meet?”

“Ran into him at the grocery store. We knew
each other in the past, but hadn’t seen each other in a while. He
asked me out to lunch, which was surprising since I never thought
he was attracted to me.”

“Beth,” I said, “all guys are attracted to
you.”

She shook her head. “This was different. The
situation we were in previously, there wasn’t really chance for it
to become more.”

I gave her a fake look of shock. “I’ve
figured it out. It’s one of our teachers from high school, isn’t
it? Which one? I bet it’s that fat Mr. Schwetty.”

She laughed. “Please, now you’re grossing me
out.”

“Mr. Hamilton, that hunk of a shop
teacher?”

She nodded. “That wouldn’t be bad, but no,
it’s not him.”

“Miss Jennings, the gym teacher?”

She giggled. “No, despite our little
experiment when we were thirteen, you know I don’t swing that
way.”

I laughed with her. “You remember that,
huh?”

“Oh yeah. We were so innocent back then.”

“I didn’t feel innocent.”

She grinned. “I guess we were a bit
naughty.”

“We? You started it?”

Her mouth opened in mock surprise. “Me?
You’re the one who invited me over for the sleepover. And you’re
the one who started talking about boys and what it would feel like
to have sex.”

I grinned. “That’s true, but you’re the one
who came up with the idea of taking turns lying between each
other’s legs, pretending we were doing it with a boy.”

“Yes, but my idea was to do it with our
pajamas on. You said we should do it with them off.”

“Well, it made sense. And besides, I only
said we should strip down to our panties. You insisted we take
those off too.”

She blushed. “Well, I had an ulterior motive
for that.”

“What do you mean?”

“At the time, I had grown this full bush of
hair, and I worried I was a freak or something. So I wanted to
compare.”

I grinned. “And did I alleviate your
worries?”

“Totally. Yours looked exactly like
mine.”

I laughed. “Glad I could be of service.”

“It was fun though. Hard to believe we were
that innocent, huh?”

“Yeah. So, it’s not a teacher?”

“No.”

“And you’re not going to tell me?”

She smiled. “Not right now.”

“Bitch.”

She laughed and stood. “I’m going in to use
the bathroom and get that controller from Shane. I’ll be back in a
few minutes.”

“No problem,” I replied, and watched her go,
wondering if that’s all she’d be doing in there.

I joined my other friends in the pool, and
Beth returned about fifteen minutes later, and dove in with us. She
surfaced beside me, and the water ran off her face.

I looked at her closely. Was that an extra
flush in her cheeks, or was I imagining things?

She smiled. “Miss me?”

“You were gone?” I said indifferently.

She mugged and jumped on me, pushing my head
under the water. This started a melee between us all, as we all
began splashing and wrestling.

A few hours later, they took their turns in
the changing room, and we all said our goodbyes, making plans to
meet next week for lunch. Shane came out and they all gave him
hugs, and I watched him and Beth closely. Again, I saw no visible
signs of something going on between them.

After they left, Shane said, “You coming
in?”

“No. I think I’ll take one last swim before
changing out of my suit.” I watched his eyes as I spoke, but I saw
no extra excitement there.

“Ok honey. I’m going to finish up some quick
work, and then I’m going to bed. See you in the morning.” He kissed
me on the forehead, and I breathed deep, inhaling his cologne.

“Goodnight Shane.”

I swam laps in the pool, working up my
courage for what I had planned. I almost chickened out several
times, but images of Beth with Shane kept coming back to me. And I
was convinced they had fucked again tonight. The desire coursed
through me, and I finally steeled my courage enough to get out of
the pool.

Wrapping my towel around me, I walked to the
changing room, my heart trip-hammering in my chest. I could already
feel my pussy dripping.

In the room, I recalled the viewpoint and
figured out the camera was in a painting of a dolphin on the wall.
It took all of my willpower not to look at it. I stood facing the
door, with the camera in front and to the right of me. Unwrapping
the towel, I placed it on the hook. My heartbeat was loud in my
ears. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself.

My hand went behind my back and undid the
clasp of my top. The material relaxed, and my breasts stood proud,
now reversing roles and holding up the bra. Casually, I pulled it
from me and placed it on the bench.

My nipples came up hard, partly from being
exposed to the air, and partly from the thoughts running through my
mind. I held one of my breasts in my hand, and used my other hand
to rub along where the seams of the bra had been. The nipple
tightened further. I repeated the action on my other breast, and
reached for my bottoms.

Pushing them down over my hips, I bent and
slid them further, over my knees. Standing, I let go of them and
let them fall to the floor, where I kicked them up onto the bench
with a flick of my foot.

My mind was in a daze as I grabbed my towel
and began drying off. The thought that Shane was watching me, or
would be watching me, made me dizzy. Unfamiliar sensations shot
through my body as I imagined him looking at my nudity.

I spent extra time drying my breasts, and the
nipples were like hard diamonds, ready to cut glass. I patted the
terrycloth on my mound, lifting one leg and resting it on the bench
to give myself room, but more importantly giving Shane a better
view of my pussy.

I didn’t want to be too obvious, so I never
faced the camera directly. But I made sure he always had a clear
oblique view, wanting to tease him. I rubbed the towel in circles,
pretending to dry my pubic hair. Jolts of pleasure sparked through
my clit.

Next, I dried my legs, bending over to reach
below my knees. Again, I gave him a sexy angle on the
proceedings.

Reaching into my swim bag, I pulled out a
hairbrush and a bottle of lotion. I sat on the bench and began
brushing my long hair, working out the tangles as I sat demurely
with my legs closed. My breasts bounced slightly with each comb
through my hair, and the nipples still strained hard.

When my hair was tangle-free, I put the brush
down and picked up the lotion. Squirting a glob into my hand, I
began rubbing it into my arms. Next, my breasts received a coating
of the lotion, my hands working the scented cream into my soft
skin. I allowed my fingers to linger at the sensitive nipples, even
squeezing them gently as I pulled on them.

I wondered if Shane would enjoy that.

More lotion for my stomach, and then down to
my legs, doing the tops of my thighs first. I coated my calves
before moving back up to my inner thighs. I spread my legs, giving
the camera an angled view again, and began rubbing the lotion in.
As my hands reached higher, I spread wider, opening my pussy to the
camera’s unblinking gaze. My fingertips ran through the junctures
of my thighs, my hands framing my puffy pussy lips.

I was soaked with my own lubrication, and I
felt its warmth inside of me. I couldn’t wait to get my fingers on
my clit.

But I reached for the lotion bottle again,
and squirted one last drop onto my fingertips. Reaching down, I
began rubbing it lightly into my mound, right above the fur-lined
slit. My fingers traveled in ever-increasing circles, smoothing the
lotion into the skin, mixing it through my blonde pubic curls.

When it was gone, my fingers continued to
move, and my eyes closed. I teased the top of my slit for a few
seconds, then slid my finger into it, parting my outer lips and
feeling the hot wetness inside.

I gasped, and hunched my hips up against my
finger, putting my feet up on the bench to spread myself wider.

My outer lips were parted slightly, revealing
the wet pink folds between. My finger slid down, through the slick
valley, sending sparks of pleasure out from my core.

Using two fingers, I pressed them into my
tight tunnel, feeling my cuntal flesh grasping at them, as if
trying to pull me deeper inside.

As I fucked myself with my fingers, I thought
of Shane watching me. The video was high-definition, and I wondered
if he would zoom in to watch exactly what my fingers were doing. A
small bubble of additional wetness burst inside, and my fingers
picked up their pace.

I moaned softly as the pleasure flowed
through me. My fingers were making wet sticky sounds as they slid
in and out of my tight cunny. With all the excitement of the day, I
knew I wasn’t going to last long, and my body prepared for the
coming explosion.

An image of Shane fucking Beth came to my
mind, and I watched his body move over hers, dominating her with
his size as his cock invaded her tight vagina in a barrage of hard
thrusts.

“Yesssss,” I moaned.

The image blinked, and suddenly it was me
instead of Beth, lying beneath Shane as he mercilessly pounded my
pussy with his fat cock.