Fascination Street

by Bridget Midway

  His strong hands kept her legs apart as his skilled tongue slid from her opening to her hardened nub. When his mouth covered it and he pressed his tongue against it, her legs felt like they had gone numb for a moment. If the house were to catch fire right now, she wouldn’t make it out without some assistance.

  Zora palmed her tit over her t-shirt and massaged it as Grant did his level best to blow her mind. The man did amazing things with his mouth and was a dynamo in the bedroom. It was an odd feeling but sometimes it wasn’t enough for Zora to tell her girlfriends what a great lover Grant was or see her beaming from ear-to-ear. She wanted to share intimate details of how he swirled his tongue around her clit until she thought she would have to crawl out of her skin. She wanted to talk about how perfect his dick was, the length, the thickness, the shape, even the head. And his ass. Damn, his fine ass could turn women into howling, whistling sex maniacs if they saw it.

  When Grant flicked his tongue, she twitched and arched her back. It wasn’t until he spread her pussy lips apart and darted his tongue inside of her that she let out another scream. It didn’t matter that the neighbors could probably hear her like she’d heard them this morning.

  “Now, baby, now!” she begged.

  It didn’t take Grant long to bring himself to his feet. Pulling her closer to the edge of the countertop, he teased her first by sliding the tip of his cock up and down between her folds.

  “Is this what you want?” he asked with a guttural growl.

  She nodded, afraid her vocal chords would betray her.

  “No, Zo, I want to hear you say it.”

  She glared at him through heavy lids. “Fuck me, Grant. I want you to fuck me.”

  With her upfront request, he plunged his shaft inside of her to the hilt. His body shook upon entry. He held onto her thighs as though to keep himself steady.

  “So fucking tight and wet.”

  His slow thrusts curled her toes and made her grind her teeth.

  “I could never get enough of you,” Grant said.

  Still on her back, she smiled. “Just don’t stop. Whatever you do, don’t fucking stop.” She wrapped her legs around him as though trying to trap him.

  From the way he pounded into her, he didn’t seem like he wanted refuge from her any time soon. His large hand slithered under her t-shirt. With a hard yank, he pulled one bra cup down to expose her tit. Then he palmed it, massaged it until her body became nothing but jelly.

  “Zora. Zora.” He squeezed his eyes closed and gritted his teeth. “Fuck, Zora.”

  She jackknifed up, then wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders. His other hand squeezed her ass cheek. Feeling him tremble, she knew he would be coming soon. Knowing that, her pussy constricted around his thick shaft.

  “Oh shit, baby!” he screamed as he made faster thrusts.

  As she felt the build up of energy and emotion gathering in the pit of her stomach, Zora could no longer hold back. Coiling her legs around him tighter, she undulated with his movements as she came hard and fast. Her mewling echoed off the faint yellow walls in the kitchen.

  It didn’t take long for Grant to follow. He drove deep inside of her and held himself there, releasing his hot seed.

  In a staggered breath he said, “I could never get bored with that.”

  His mouth covered hers and she tasted herself. Salty, but with a sweetness that Grant claimed he loved so much. The scent of her sex wafted through the kitchen, as he remained inside of her, seemingly not willing to break free. Not just yet.

  That was fine with her. She didn’t want to let him go. Not just yet.

  As she placed her head on his shoulder, she turned and peered over at the window that looked out into the backyard. Maybe one day they could make love out there. One day.

  “I’m glad we moved here,” she said breathlessly.

  “Yeah. Neighbors can’t complain about how loud you are.” He chuckled.

  When she turned to give him a tongue-lashing, the good kind, she caught something, or rather someone, behind him.

  “Oh, shit!” she screamed as she attempted to wriggle off the counter. Her heart pounded like it wanted to run and hide.

  Confusion marred Grant’s face until he looked back and saw the fellatio queen standing in their house.

  He slid out of Zora, a sucking sound making evident that he had been inside of her. He, too, cursed as he bent down to pull up his shorts. Any thoughts of a repeat performance went down along with his sense of humor and his hard-on. Watching this woman from inside of his house was one thing. Having her barge in crossed another line completely.

  “Don’t stop on my account,” she said, as though she had interrupted them planting a new garden.

  Now wearing a man’s button-up shirt, white with monograms on each cuff, and barefooted, she smiled as she strolled into their kitchen as if she owned the place.

  Grant held up his hand. “What the hell are you doing in our house? Ever hear of knocking?”

  She stopped in her tracks and blinked. “I knocked. No one answered.”

  “Maybe because we weren’t available,” Zora responded from the other side of the kitchen island where she had taken shelter.

  She peered around Grant to look at Zora. “I see.” Then she winked. “Anyway, my name is Winta Forrest.” She extended her hand.

  Reluctant to take it from this brash woman, Grant stared at her hand before finally accepting it. “Did you say Winter?” he asked.

  She shook her head, leaned in closer to him and repeated, “Win-tah.”

  Grant noticed how her full lips curved into a perfect little ‘O’ shape on the opening of her name. Damn, those were the lips that were around her man’s penis not too long ago. He pulled his hand back and crossed both hands in front of his lower region just in case his dick decided to pop up and offer a hardy ‘good morning.’

  “The name is African for desire.” She rolled her sleeves up to her elbows. “I would have come over with my husband but he had to leave for work.”

  Grant nodded. The scene seemed too surreal to be normal but since this woman acted as though this kind of behavior was commonplace, he fell into that way of thinking. Then again, how pissed off could he be? He had watched with great curiosity his neighbor giving her husband a blow job. What’s good for the goose…

  “I’m Grant Valente.” He nodded his head toward Zora. “And this is my girlfriend, Zora Hall.”

  Without warning, Winta pulled him in for a hug. He left his arms dangling at his sides while she pressed herself against him.

  He felt her hardened nipples through her shirt, poking him in his chest. Was she always turned on or did she get that way watching the two of them have sex?

  “Welcome to the neighborhood.” She gave him a quick peck on the side of his face.

  Once she broke the embrace, Winta sashayed around the kitchen island to Zora. In the same intimate way she’d hugged Grant, she did the same to Zora, pulling his stunned girlfriend into a hug and giving her a kiss on her cheek.

  The sight caused Grant’s dick to jump. Damn Zora for kidding around about her and this woman waiting for him during his lunch break. Just seeing her kiss the love of his life put images in his head of the two of them in his bed.

  “I’m sure the two of you will love this little neighborhood.” She padded back to the front door.

  Curious to know what this woman would do next and to make sure to lock the front door this time when she left, Grant followed her.

  “I did come over here for a reason. Actually three.” She put her hands to her hips when she made it to the front door. She stared at the two of them like she was superwoman. “I wanted to first welcome you to the neighborhood. And,” she opened the front door, bent over and picked up something that crinkled, “give you this.” She brought in a huge gift basket covered in pink cellophane. “Here’s a gift from the other neighbors. Hope you enjoy it.” She handed the weighty basket to Grant, who offered a smile as a way of thanking her. “And t
he third thing is to invite you both to our house tonight for dinner. No is not an acceptable answer.”

  Grant set the basket on the coffee table Zora had just dusted. “Thank you for the gift and the offer. But as you can see our house is a mess,” he said and gazed around their cluttered new home. “We had planned on spending a quiet evening in.”

  “Trust me. You’ll have plenty of time to have quiet evenings here. Tonight we celebrate. I have secured some of the thickest, tastiest, most tender cuts of beef in Virginia. I’m a wonderful cook, as the other neighbors will tell you. So just for tonight, please join us. Please?”

  She clasped her hands in front of her and brought in her arms, squeezing her tits together. So that he wouldn’t be tempted to look at her chest, Grant turned to Zora. Hoping she would play the heavy this time, he wanted Zora to say no to the invitation.

  In one of those moments where she liked to surprise him Zora said, “We would love to go.”

  Grant widened his eyes and plastered a fake smile on his face before turning his attention back to Winta.

  “Wonderful! I can’t wait for you to meet my husband and the rest of the neighbors. You’re going to love being here on Fascination Street.”

  With a wave, she ducked out of the house, swaying her hips all the way back to her house.

  “What the hell just happened here?” he asked, still standing in the same spot as though a hurricane had hit his house and left him with nothing.

  “I’m not sure,” Zora began. “But I’m kind of wondering what type of people we’ll be seeing tonight. Did you see what’s in this basket?”

  He stared at the pink monstrosity. The more he looked the more he had to blink to make sure he didn’t imagine what he saw in the basket.

  “Are those porn DVD’s?” he asked.

  “Did you see the handcuffs and cans of whipped cream in there?”

  He gazed out the window across the street at Winta’s house.

  Fascination Street indeed.

  Chapter Two

  Zora held Grant’s hand as they strolled across the street. The one streetlight that sat between Winta’s house and the neighbor on the other side of the court barely lit the four houses. Zora liked the silence that surrounded the homes.

  When she and Grant had looked at the house with their realtor, they were told that the vacant, wooded land along the street going into the court was owned by a man who wasn’t looking to sell it any time soon and wouldn’t be developing it to put more houses on it. That relieved her. Not that she was thinking of having children but if she did, having just three other neighbors to think about calmed her fears more than being on a busy street.

  Grant squeezed her hand harder with each step they took heading to the house.

  “You don’t want to do this, do you?” she asked when they hit the driveway.

  “And you do,” he said, without looking at her.

  “Aren’t you curious about who lives around us?”

  Zora wanted so much to look down on the cobbled drive to see if she could find any telltale stains from that morning. Would it even show? Or had Winta swallowed all of the evidence?

  “Did you go through everything in that basket?” he asked and slowed his steps.

  She shook her head. After the initial glimpse of the few contents that she could view through the hazy, pink plastic, she left it sitting on the coffee table. Grant, however, became obsessed with staring at it, examining it. Had she known he was going to actually open it and take a look at all of the items, she would have stayed with him.

  “There were books on the kama sutra, candles, oil, both massage and for anal penetration. I threw away the fruit.”

  They reached the front door and stopped.

  “Why?” she asked.

  “Who the hell knows where they’ve been.”

  Zora laughed as Grant raised his finger to ring the doorbell. Before his finger could touch the lit button, the door flew open. On the other side stood the man who started his day off the way most men must fantasize about.

  Beaming from ear to ear, with a drink in one hand, he extended his other. “Hi, neighbor. Arthur Forrest. You can call me Art.” He vigorously shook Grant’s hand. “I believe you two met my wife earlier today.”

  Grant made the introductions. When he got to Zora, Art set his short glass containing a sallow-colored liquid on a table by the front door. Clasping her hand in both of his, he curved it up to his mouth and placed his warm lips on the back. The chivalry of it all sent a shiver up her spine. Grant pressed his hand harder on the small of her back.

  “Very nice to meet you, Zora. Winta said you were beautiful but I can see she held back a little on the description.” He winked.

  From anyone else, it would have sounded like a line. She had heard enough of those going from bar to bar before she’d met Grant. Hearing him call her beautiful surged heat to her face. It was the same reaction she’d had when Grant had said the same thing.

  Standing just an inch or so shy of Grant’s six-foot-four height, Art had a face a camera would love. He looked like a movie star with his light brown locks, striking hazel eyes and million-dollar smile. Despite his boyish good looks, he still came across as all-man. How did she get so lucky to be with a gorgeous man and have an equally hot neighbor?

  She slipped her hand from Art’s grasp. “You’re very sweet. Grant, you had better keep an eye on him. He might give you a run for your money.” She playfully nudged her man in his ribs.

  Art’s eyes widened and he let out a hearty laugh that screamed he knew something that they didn’t.

  “I like her. She’s funny.” Art stepped aside. “Come on in.”

  “Yeah, my Zora, she’s one in a million.” Grant snaked his arm around her waist.

  Her eyes couldn’t open wide enough to take in the opulence and beauty that welcomed them. The stately grandfather clock that stood guard by the stairwell looked like an antique. Expensive Persian rugs covered the hardwood floors. She had to blink when her gaze fell on the exquisite chandelier in the dining room. Teardrop crystals dripped all around it as it sparkled in the light.

  “Gorgeous,” Zora said, not really meaning to let her thoughts materialize into words.

  “Thank you. It’s not much but we call it home.” Art sipped his drink.

  She inhaled and caught scents of vanilla, roses and lavender. Somehow though, even with all of their posh possessions, the large house felt like a home. Zora didn’t feel afraid to touch anything in the house or sit down in any chair. That could have been because of Art’s hospitable personality.

  Still in his business attire he’d had on that morning sans the jacket, Zora wondered if he’d just walked through the door himself when they had arrived.

  “Come on downstairs and meet the other neighbors.”

  Zora could hardly wait. It had been a rocky start meeting Winta and Art. She hoped for better things with the other neighbors.

  When Zora and Grant stepped down into the family room that led to a covered patio, her face dropped. Seated in a chair by a large, stone fireplace sat a woman wearing a black short-sleeved mock-turtleneck with black pants and tall black stilettos. Guess she didn’t know that the color black absorbed heat instead of reflecting. In the humid summer season, the woman must have been sweltering.

  The woman’s dark brown hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail. Her cat eyes matched her full, pursed lips. She carried the appearance that everything bored her. Just like with Art, her skin looked to have been sheltered from the sun so far this summer. Smooth like porcelain, she didn’t appear delicate but rather cold.

  Beside her chair stood a tall man. He, too, wore a black t-shirt but his fit snugly around his broad chest. His skin tone was slightly darker than Zora’s. It made her wonder if he was a product of a biracial relationship also. His dark eyes stared at her but he didn’t say a word. A goatee ringed his mouth. And a silver chain circled his neck. Damn, another good-looking man.

  Before introducti
ons could be made, her attention bounced to the other couple. The man sat in a chair on the other side of the fireplace. Instead of standing though, the woman with him was kneeling on the floor next to his chair. She reminded Zora of an obedient lapdog, like the dogs she would groom at work.

  This man had dishwater blond hair that should have looked messy and unkempt. On him he looked dangerous. His blue eyes stared a hole through her until Zora felt like shrinking back.

  The woman kneeling by him had short blond hair with large curls. From where Zora stood, the kneeling woman looked like she wore a sundress. A closer inspection confirmed her assumption. Around her neck hung something that looked like a choker. It was thin, black and hugged her neck like a watch would a wrist. Zora wondered if the jewels glinting off the adornment were real diamonds or rhinestones. Zora smiled so that she didn’t appear to have judged these people before meeting them formally.

  “Great,” Winta said, as she strolled into the room from the patio. “Our guests have arrived.” She made her way over to her husband.

  When she’d opened the door that went to the patio, she brought in smells of grilled meats and vegetables. Zora’s mouth watered from smelling the food. She loved summertime cookouts and hoped this one wouldn’t disappoint her.

  With Winta’s dark skin and Art’s pale coloring, they seemed like an odd pairing. But when Art wrapped his arm around her waist and held her like he could lose her at any moment, their love became palpable.

  “Have you done the introductions, honey?” she asked, as she rested her hands on his shoulder.

  “I was just about to do that when you brought your gorgeous self in here.” He gave her a quick kiss before he made the introductions. “Over here,” he began, pointing at the woman seated, “Is Garland Fortner-Starrett. Behind her is her husband, Evan.” Art pointed to the other couple. “That’s Brax Turniman. Kneeling beside him is his wife, Lynia.” Then he turned his attention to Zora and Grant. “Everyone, this is Zora Hall and Grant Valente.”