“There’s a camera in there,” I said. “I saw myself on TV. I saw everyone.”
He chuckled.
“Oh,” he said. “I see.”
He sat down next to me on the couch and put his hands on his thighs, rubbing at them as he seemed to be thinking of how to explain it. I felt like a child waiting to hear my father tell me about the birds and the bees. He was about to sugarcoat it. I could feel it.
“Bastian,” I said as I took his chin gently in my fingers and turned his face toward me. “People were fucking and arguing and masturbating. People were watching me do nothing at all but sit there with no top on. That’s not normal.”
He laughed.
“Stop fucking laughing at me,” I said and realized it came out much whinier than I’d intended.
“You only saw yourself because you had the TV on,” he said.
“Well no shit,” I shot back.
“I mean,” he said through his laughter. “The camera turns on with the TV. Not with the regular TV. I mean if you want to sit and cry your eyes out while watching Beaches, nobody will see you. Once you pass channel 200, the camera turns on. It’s kind of a watch and be watched system. If people want to be seen, they turn their TVs past channel 200, if not, they keep it off or on a regular channel.”
I wanted to call him a liar but knew it might sting. Was he lying? How would I ever know? If my TV was off I wouldn’t be able to tell if people were watching me anyway, right?
“You don’t believe me,” he said. “Come on.”
He took my hand and led me out the front door.
“I don’t even have any shoes on!” I squealed.
“We’re just going next door.”
By next door he meant the opposite side of the neighbors I’d watched screwing earlier that day. He knocked on the all-white door and a man in plaid pajama pants and no shirt answered the door. He had a hairy chest and a strong, stern look about him. He reminded me of Tom Selleck in the Magnum PI days.
“Emery,” Bastian said, “Have you met Sunshine yet?”
“Your new pet,” he said, as he held his hand out for me to shake.
He had an accent of some sort that I couldn’t quite figure out. Maybe French? Canadian? French Canadian? Hearing him call me a pet rubbed me the wrong way and the way he was checking out my tits rubbed even harder.
“Would you mind if we check out your TV real quick?” Bastian asked.
“My TV?” he said as he stepped aside and gestured with an open palm for us to enter. “I guess so. Go ahead. Don’t mind Nancy in there.”
Bastian led me by my hand past Emery who didn’t hide the fact he was checking me out. He passed me a smile and I gave him one in return. He was handsome in an older, dirty professor sort of way. Since entering the neighborhood I’d started looking at men, and women, in a whole different light. Everyone seemed like a potential sexual conquest.
Why am I thinking this way? I never checked men out this openly on the street back home. Here, sex is all I can think about.
The entryway led to a large living room, the exact opposite as ours, meaning the kitchen with dining room and the living room had swapped sides of the room. Nancy, a beautiful older woman with black hair and grey highlights, wore a man’s dress shirt, unbuttoned and open at the middle with her tits out in the open, only the nipples covered by the sateen fabric. She was watching a couple having sex and clapping her hands in excitement.
“Emery, look at Bree. She and Mona are playing nicely together,” Nancy said. “I think this swap is a good one.”
On screen, I saw they were indeed playing nicely together. Bree, a young girl with auburn hair, very skinny, and a few tattoos, was being eaten out by a Hispanic woman, who was much older but twice as pretty. Bree, the poor thing, was gasping for air as a big jock looking guy with a military-like haircut fed her his cock from the side.
“I’ve trained her well,” Emery said.
For the first time, even though we’d been standing in the room for at least a full minute, Nancy turned her attention to us and lit up with glee. She clapped her hands together.
“Well hey there,” she said. “Aren’t you a pretty little thing?”
“She is very sexy,” Emery agreed.
Bastian seemed to ignore them both. He was completely at ease with everyone flirting with me. I’d never been with a man who didn’t mind. Even co-star boyfriends were slightly jealous when I worked with a man who was known for being one of the best or having the biggest cock or any other quality that might please me better than they could. Yet, Bastian didn’t bat an eye when people called me sexy. I wondered if they asked to fuck me if he would be jealous or angry or maybe he’d smile and allow it. Maybe he’d sit back and watch or even join in.
“Can I change the channel real quick?” he asked.
“Why, you got somethin’ good to watch?” Nancy said with another clap of her hands.
She was way too happy and I wondered if she’d done a few lines of coke or something before plopping down onto the couch. Nobody was that happy. She handed Bastian the remote. He looked at me.
“You know the address of our house, right?” he asked.
“Yes, and the channel,” I said with what must’ve been a bit of an attitude as Emery sucked a breath through his teeth and Nancy raised her eyebrows.
He nodded at the TV screen and turned it to our channel. Nothing. The screen went black. He hit the down button and the couple that had been resting in bed, one of them reading, were now sleeping. He went up a channel and it skipped ours. The screen flickered a couple of times and then I saw the man who’d been masturbating earlier, now chatting on his phone.
Bastian handed me the remote and I flipped down, the screen flickered a few times and settled back on the couple sleeping. The channel below that one showed a woman riding a man in bed. Her hair covered her face and I couldn’t quite see his. But they were definitely fucking. I went back up and it skipped our channel again. I punched in 303 and the screen was black.
“It skips your channel if you’re not live,” Bastian said.
“Why would people leave theirs on while they sleep or read or argue?” I asked. “I mean I get why they’d leave it on while having sex, if that’s their thing and they want people to watch.”
“It’s a respect thing, Mi Amor,” Emery said. “If you watch others you should allow them to watch you too.”
“It’s one of the best forms of entertainment around here,” Nancy said. “It takes a little while to get used to things, but once you do, you’ll find that life here is quite exquisite.”
It dawned on me that Nancy wasn’t wearing a necklace. Neither was Emery.
“You’re not…pets?” I asked. “Neither of you?”
“Oh…no,” Nancy replied.
Emery took the remote back from Bastian and flipped to the channel they were watching when we walked in. The girl they’d called Bree was now riding the man’s cock while the other woman sat on his face. They’d changed positions rather quickly. Impressive.
“She is my pet,” Emery said as he approached the screen and tapped one finger against Bree’s left tit.”
“And he is mine,” Nancy said followed by a cute giggle.
Yes, Bree and the male on screen were both wearing necklaces. The Hispanic woman was not.
“You like watching your significant others with someone else?” I asked.
Before they could answer, I looked into Bastian’s face and he was smiling. It was clear he also liked to watch that sort of thing.
“We always swap on Sundays,” Emery said. “Most people do, it’s on the weekly schedule.”
“Mona needed to get off really good,” Nancy said, “And my Rich is the best at what he does.”
“I don’t know about the best,” Bastian argued.
“Definitely not the best,” Emery agreed.
“You said swap,” I said. “I can’t help but notice there aren’t any pets around.”
“Oh we hav
e Mona’s,” Emery said. “He’s upstairs showering. Round two is going to start soon. You guys should stick around.”
“He means I’m getting double penetration,” Nancy whispered loud enough for everyone to hear.
Everyone laughed including Bastian.
On the way out of the house, Nancy pulled Bastian aside while Emery walked me to the door.
“You know,” he said. “Pets can sleep with any owner they want to as long as they tell their owner about it. No secrets. So if you’re ever alone, cause you know, I know the doctor works a lot. If you’re ever in need of some attention, you can come over here. I can make you feel, well, not so alone. Or if you want, I can sit back and watch you and Bree play around some. I’m fine with that. She’s fairly new too so she knows what it means to feel awkward about everything.”
His face was close to mine, much closer than any man outside of E. Mayberry would dare to be unless already intimate with me. My personal bubble had been popped the moment I passed through the gate. Privacy no longer existed.
You’d think I would be offended or at least slightly put off by his invitation but I wasn’t. In fact, I was curious. Emery smelled delicious. A manliness seeped from his pores. I had no doubt in my mind that if any man could fuck, Emery was the one.
“Ready?” Bastian asked as he took my arm in his.
Hearing his voice snapped me back to reality. Emery smirked and I knew that he knew I was crushing a little bit. Bastian was much more handsome and so much more poised and intelligent and everything I’d ever wanted in a man. Yet, the moment he’d stepped away and Emery had spoken to me, I felt my legs parting ever so slightly and my panties getting wet.
Is it this fucking necklace?
It had to be the necklace. The smart thing to do would be take it off and throw it over the damn neighborhood wall but there was no fucking way I was parting with the thing. I hadn’t felt this aroused and sexually needy in my entire life.
Back at our house, I was ready to fuck. I have to say it like it is. My juices were definitely flowing, but Bastian wanted to have a glass of wine first. Whether it was to tease me or he was only tired and needed to unwind, he asked if I’d sit with him on the couch and talk for a while. So we did.
I told him about my day and he laughed through all of my stories, especially when I told him about my thoughts on the ice cream toppings.
“Have you been to the dentist?” I asked him.
“Of course I have,” he said.
He flashed me his ridiculously white smile.
“You know what I mean,” I said.
“Dr. Lanset is a great dentist. She was one of the best in the city when she moved here,” he said. “Her methods might be…different, but so are the methods of everyone else here. You could open a business if you want.”
I laughed.
“Seriously,” he said. “What do you like to do? There are plenty of vacant spaces in the plaza.”
I’d never thought about going into business on my own. Not really.
“Well, I’d say adult toy store but it seems everyone in the neighborhood has a piece of that action,” I said.
He laughed.
“Maybe I’d bake. I like baking,” I said.
“We don’t have a bakery,” he said. “We have shops that sell packaged bread and donuts and all that but do you have any idea how crazy people would go if you opened a fucking bakery?”
He was excited and that got me excited.
“Everyone would want to eat my muffin,” I said.
He stopped and stared at me for a second and when he finally got my joke we both cracked up laughing.
“You don’t like to bake do you?” he asked.
“No, that was totally a set up for that joke,” I admitted, “But maybe I could polish people’s…shoes or something.”
He picked up a couch cushion and swung it at me. I had to move my wine glass quickly and took the blow right in the nose.
“Oh you are so going down for that one,” I said.
I put my glass on the end table and picked up a pillow of my own. He downed his glass and set it on the floor, quickly picking up a pillow to block mine. I attacked him and we rolled over and onto the floor where I hit my leg on the coffee table and tried to complain when he covered my mouth with his. Lost in his kiss again, I gave up the fight and let both hands fall onto the carpet.
His kiss was magical, and I mean that in the cheesiest sense of the word. I mean he had an ability to make me forget everything with nothing more than a touch from his tongue. I was his. Then the bastard ruined it by tickling my ribs on both sides.
“Ahhh shit!” I yelled and writhed this way and that, trying to escape his clutches.
“Take it!” he said, tickling me even more.
“I’m gonna pee!” I yelled.
“Ohh I like that,” he said.
“Seriously?!”
“No, not my thing,” he said, “But you’re not getting away.”
I finally managed to push him off me and this time he hit his head on the coffee table. I straddled him and tickled him back. He laughed but it was clear he wasn’t quite as ticklish as I am so I gave up and rested my head on his chest.
We both sighed and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“I really did miss you today,” I told him. “Not in a needy like I can’t take care of myself kind of way, but like…”
“I missed you too,” he said, interrupting me and shutting up my rambling. “Having you here with me and not in that hospital is something I thought I’d never experience. You know, I was afraid to ask you to come here.”
“Afraid?”
“Yeah, of rejection I guess.”
“Silly boy.”
Those were the last words I said before the day’s events finally got to me and I fell asleep on his chest on the floor.
I spent some time in Oklahoma as a kid and I’ll never forget the sound of the tornado siren, the wailing of the mechanical box that was the stuff nightmares are made of. When that same shrill shook me from my sleep, I was next to Bastian on the floor, covered with a blanket, feeling lost and confused.
The coffee table had been pushed aside and he’d taken the time to cover me, but we were still on the floor.
“Bastian,” I said. “What the hell is that?”
His eyes opened and he put a finger to his lips.
“Shh, it’s fine,” he said. “I figured they’d do this soon since you’re new.”
“What the hell does that mean?” I asked.
He pulled me into his embrace and kissed me again. Even with the insane sound of the siren blaring, I couldn’t resist him. His hand went between my legs where he pulled my panties from my waist. I didn’t get what was going on but I didn’t care. My man wanted me and I’d wanted him to want me all fucking day.
My panties were halfway down my legs when I reached down to help him remove them all the way. He pulled his shirt off and my mouth fell on his hard chest, my tongue tracing the edges of his perfectly toned muscles. He lifted my dress over my head and I worked to unsnap my bra.
My tits fell free, the cool air flicking my nipples to full alert before the warmth of his hands were on them, heating them up. He cupped my left tit in his palm and ran his thumb over my nipple, then around it, then tapped it. I grabbed the back of his head and shoved his mouth into my chest.
“Fuck, yes,” I said into his ear.
“I need you,” he said as he squeezed my tits together and ran his tongue quickly from nipple to nipple.
He opened his mouth to speak and I shoved my right nipple into his mouth. His tongue took over where his words failed and the warmth of his wet mouth made my pussy tingle. I was so fucking wet already.
As he sucked my tit I fumbled with his belt until I finally pulled it free. Then my hands were on his button and his zipper and his waistband. He pulled away from my tits and stood so I could help him with his pants. I yanked them off in one swoop, his underwear going down with them, and
his cock sprang free. The moonlight poured in through the sliding glass door behind us. The blinds were open and he stood silhouetted in the moonlight, his body rock hard and his cock almost at full attention.
I like when they don’t get completely hard right away. When I took him in my hand, I savored the view of his head drooping over my knuckles, but it didn’t last long. He hardened faster than I wanted and when I took his balls in my hand, he groaned.
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