Fascination Street

by Bridget Midway

  Zora couldn’t control her breathing. She placed one hand on top of Winta’s, which had made a home under her tits and with the other stopped Winta’s hand from creeping up her shirt.

  “I---I’m not a lesbian,” Zora said, even though the touch from this woman made her feel alive and sensual.

  Winta laughed. “Neither am I.” She slipped her hand between Zora’s legs, then brought it up under her shirt heading straight for her panties. “But I know what I like and I know what feels good. Don’t you, Zora? Does this feel good?”

  Just as Winta tugged at the side of Zora’s panties, she heard Grant.

  “The lawn nearly kicked my ass when I---”

  The abrupt halt of his tirade made Zora’s eyes pop open. Standing in the doorway stood her boyfriend, who must have thought she had lost her mind. She glanced at herself in the mirror. Dressed in his shirt but with a half-naked woman behind her, the scene seemed too surreal for words. What would her man think of her, of this?

  Winta slipped her hands from around Zora. “I guess I had better go home and start getting ready myself.”

  She tiptoed to her discarded clothing and shoes. Instead of putting them on, she held them in her arms.

  When she went by Zora, she stopped. “See you tonight.” She kissed her again on her lips. The gesture almost felt natural, normal.

  At the doorway, she stood on her toes and gave Grant a kiss, too. He stood there stunned, as though he didn’t just see his girlfriend in the arms of a naked woman and looking like she liked it.

  Winta whispered, “I have her ready for you. Don’t forget to use a condom.” Then she sauntered out of the house.

  “What the hell is going on?” Grant asked when the front door slammed.

  Instead of answering, Zora took off her shirt and bustier and threw them on the floor. Her body tingled like it had been ignited. Only her man could put out her raging fires.

  “Fuck me, baby,” she said between gritted teeth. “I need you.”

  She stripped out of her panties and pulled him into the bedroom. The bulge in his shorts signaled that the scene must have excited him. He smelled of fresh cut grass. And she didn’t care. She liked him smelling like the outdoors.

  With her hand behind his head, she brought his face down to hers and kissed him hungrily, nipping his lower lip and darting her tongue into his mouth. He stepped forward, making her walk backwards into their bedroom.

  With each step she pulled off a piece of his clothing. His shorts were the first to go. His boxers came next. Grant ripped off his t-shirt and tossed it to the floor.

  “Were you going to fuck her?” he asked.

  Zora tried to gauge his voice. Was he angry, curious or jealous? From the wild look in his eyes and the way his breathing labored, she guessed the last two emotions must have been running through him.

  “I don’t know.” It was the only answer she could muster.

  He spun her around so that her hands landed on their waist-high dresser. He kicked her feet apart and brought her ass back.

  When she felt the tip of his cock sliding up and down between her puckered lower lips, she jerked. “Condom, baby.”

  He gripped her hip but stopped moving his penis. “Fuck!”

  “On the bed.”

  He let her go and tore through the bag on the bed. The condom box became shredded in his attempt to find their protection.

  She heard him stomping back to her.

  “I hate that fucking rule.” He held her hips again. “I want to feel you.”

  “For now, baby. Just do it for now until we---”

  Before she could finish her plea, he shoved his thick length inside of her. Her breath caught as she lunged forward. Her fingernails clawed the dresser top as Grant made hard thrusts inside of her.

  “Damn, you’re hot.” He leaned forward and kissed her shoulder, taking a small nip. “You are so hot.” His thrusting accelerated. “I mean really hot.”

  Now Zora understood what he meant. He may have started off talking about how sexy she was but now she felt the temperature change in her cunt go from mild to wild.

  “What the hell is going on? My dick feels hot.”

  Zora laughed a little. “It does feel weird. Good, but weird.” Her tits swung back and forth with each pounding entry. “Does it hurt?”

  He growled. “No. Now it’s starting to feel pretty good.”

  She felt him trembling.

  “Really good,” he said.

  Feeling Grant nearing his orgasm, Zora became aroused. She pushed herself back against Grant just as he let loose with an explosive climax that shook her body. She came just as hard, scratching the surface. She fought to regain her normal breathing but lost miserably.

  He put his face next to hers. “Remember the agreement,” he said between heavy breaths. “You have to tell me everything that happened between you and Winta in full detail.”

  She smiled. “Even when she touched my tits?”

  “Oh, babe. Keep talking like that and we won’t make it to dinner tonight.”

  But dinner was exactly where she wanted to go. Anything could happen. Anything.

  Chapter Eight

  Grant didn’t know what made Zora wear just his shirt and the bustier out to dinner but he had to admit that he did like the look. With Winta’s silver heels on her feet, she looked like a woman who needed to be fucked hard and often.

  “I don’t know what to expect tonight,” Grant said. He tightened his grip on Zora’s hand.

  Her hand felt still. When she wrapped her fingers around his, she calmed him.

  “Why did you straighten your hair?” He ran his fingers through it. The silkiness of it slipped easily through his digits. “I like it when you have it all out and curly.”

  “I wanted a change.” She beamed. “You look really good tonight, honey.” Her hand coasted down the front of his cotton shirt to his khaki shorts. “Some woman is going to be very lucky tonight.”

  He kissed the side of her face, then nuzzled in her ear. “And you’ll get doubly lucky in the morning. I don’t know what it is about this place but I want you more than before.”

  “I know what you mean. But then again, you experienced that first hand after I was with Winta this afternoon.”

  He wrapped his arms around her waist. “Mmm, tell me again how she grabbed your tits.”

  As his cock pressed against his zipper, the front door flew open. Grant nearly gasped when he came face-to-face with a naked Evan. Only donned in a collar and leather wrist cuffs, Evan smiled as he stepped to the side without a word to allow them passage.

  Grant noticed how Zora’s eyes dipped down to scan the man’s body. Standing a few inches above Grant, Evan did have an impressive body. Muscles rippled over his arms, chest and stomach. Normally not one to look at another man’s package, the length and girth made Grant jealous.

  “It’s that type of party, huh?” Grant asked as he made his way into the house.

  Paintings of nudes and photographs of naked models lined the stark white walls in perfect order. The bare hardwood floors reminded Grant of a museum. In the center of the room sat a circular platform, too short to be a coffee table but big enough to set a statue on. He wondered if Garland had the statue meant for that spot out to be repaired or restored. The woman looked serious about her art.

  “You made it,” Art said after he and Winta walked into the room.

  Dressed in linen pants and a breezy pullover shirt, Art looked like he was ready for bed. Winta, as always, appeared stunning in a white bikini top that barely covered her large tits and a short skirt.

  “Miss the opportunity for another interesting evening? Not on your life.” Grant shook Art’s hand.

  “Hi again, you two,” Winta said. She pulled away from Art. “I knew you would look great in those shoes.”

  “Thanks for loaning them to me.” Zora peered down at them. “They are---”

  Before she could finish her statement, Winta pressed her lips aga
inst hers. Gone were the sweet kisses. Now Winta’s mouth seemed hungry. Her hands framed Zora’s face as she let her tongue dive into her mouth.

  Grant stared at the spectacle in awe. Not sure of how to react, he stood still. He noticed how Zora’s shoulders relaxed. Her eyes closed, and she even allowed her hands to rest on her neighbor’s narrow waist. He clasped his hands in front of himself to cover his persistent erection.

  When Winta pulled back from the kiss, she smiled at Zora’s stunned reaction. “I owe you, honey,” she said to her husband, keeping her eyes on Zora. “She is a wonderful kisser.”

  “Not one to doubt you, babe, but you know how I am,” Art said as he made his way toward Zora.

  “I know. You have to find out for yourself.”

  From Zora’s nervous smile, Grant could tell she felt a little overwhelmed. Art put one hand on her waist and the other cupped the back of her head. He held her there for a moment, staring at her with a cocksure smile.

  Winta put her hands to the sides of Grant’s face and kissed him just as passionately as she’d kissed his girlfriend. Not really wanting to fight it, he closed his eyes and fell into the ravenous kiss. His hands sought her body, resting on her waist.

  Winta took one of his hands and brought it down to her ass, curving his hand under, encouraging him to squeeze it, palm it, become familiar with it. She grabbed his other hand and moved that down to her breast.

  As hard as he’d fought from doing so, he couldn’t help but moan with pleasure. When Winta’s hand slid up against his raging cock, he finally broke the kiss.

  Turning his head, he found that although Art had stopped kissing Zora, he kept his hands on her body, one at her waist and the other stroking the side of her face as they talked intimately. They could have been talking about the weather but the position looked so intimate. Grant blinked, unsure about watching the display. He liked seeing another man treat Zora as special as he treated her. He wondered if Zora felt the same way when Winta kissed him.

  “I have an Amaretto Sour for you.” Art took Zora’s hand. He turned to Grant. “Did you bring the cell phone?”

  Grant’s eyes widened. He felt around his pockets as though magically the phone would have shown up but he knew he’d left it sitting on their bedroom dresser.

  “Shit! I forgot.”

  “That’s fine. We’re still waiting for Brax and Lynia. Why don’t you just run next door and get it. We’ll be in here talking.” The gaze Art gave Zora looked like he wanted to do more than just talk.

  “Come on, Zora.” Grant reached for her hand but Art pulled her away.

  “She’s fine here with us,” Art said. He handed her a glass filled with her favorite drink.

  “What do you think we’ll do, eat her?” Winta laughed.

  Her statement made him think about Winta between Zora’s legs, licking her pussy and making her come.

  “Two seconds.” He darted from the door, nearly knocking over Brax and Lynia, who was tethered to Brax by a leash.

  “Where’s the fire?” Brax asked.

  “Forgot my phone. Coming right back. Don’t start anything.” The plea came out feeble as he ran to his house, not looking back.

  He’d left Zora to a pack of wolves. He just hoped eating her was the least of his worries.

  ***

  Positioned between Winta and Art on the couch, Zora held onto her drink, counting the seconds it took Grant to go home and get the cell phone. Why he needed it, she wasn’t sure. But all of the men had them hanging off their hips.

  When Brax and Lynia walked in, Zora’s eyes widened even more to see Lynia nude and on something that looked like a dog collar. But she kept her head held high as though proud to be led around like a prized Pomeranian.

  “If I knew that having new neighbors would get us more entertainment during the week, I would have asked that you rented the house out long before now,” Brax said with a huge smile, the first one she’d seen on him.

  “So who was in the house before?” Zora asked.

  “It depends.” Art took a drink and set his glass on an end table. Then he casually rested his hand on her knee. “When Brax and Lynia had their house built, they lived in it until it was done. Then Garland and Evan moved into it when their house was put up. When the homes were finished, we sort of used it as a playground. It was like having a tree house but it was on the ground.”

  “And had plumbing,” Winta interjected.

  “That was fun.” Brax nodded, then stroked his hand down the front of his wife, playing with her nipple, then rubbing his finger against her clit.

  Zora had to cross her legs as she stared at the spectacle to extinguish the smoldering flame. Where the hell was Grant?

  As though hearing her thoughts, Grant burst into the room, winded but smiling and holding up his cell phone. “Got it.”

  Garland strolled into the room. With her hair pulled back into her standard tight bun, making her already exotic-looking eyes more cat-like, she appeared stern. She wore a patent leather top that looked like a t-shirt except the back was open and a matching short skirt and thigh high boots.

  “You’re late,” she said, pointing to Grant.

  Her ominous tone quieted the room. The silence hung in the air as the group split their attention between her and Grant. Even Evan swallowed hard and kept his gaze on his wife. Zora rolled her glass between her two hands and wondered about the fate of her

  man. Garland wouldn’t hurt him, would she?

  Garland took a deep breath, her hands planted on her hips. “No dessert for you!”

  The crowd laughed. Grant even smiled as he made his way over to her.

  “Very funny, Garland.” He extended his hand.

  “I don’t want you to think I don’t have a sense of humor, Grant.” She shook his hand in a powerful grip.

  He responded in kind, squeezing her hand until he saw her eye twitch. Then he pulled away. He shook Brax’s hand. When he turned to Lynia, she gave him the same greeting that Winta had earlier. She wrapped her hands around the back of his head and pulled him down while standing on her tiptoes. She kissed him, sliding her tongue into his mouth.

  Zora stared at the display, or at least tried to. Brax deliberately stood in front of Zora, blocking her view and making her stare at his crotch. What a view.

  “Hi, Zora.” He leaned down, cupping her face before he kissed her.

  His kiss was nothing like Grant’s or even Art’s. He forced his mouth on hers, crushing her lips. His tongue invaded her mouth. When he pulled back, he nipped at her bottom lip like he was marking her.

  She felt Art stroking his thumb over her leg. She gazed at his hand, then to him. He was the type of man women dreamed about fucking or having in their lives. She loved Grant. But Art would be a fun treat…if she got him tonight.

  Her luck she would end up with Brax and, quite frankly, she was afraid of him. Not down for the bondage scene, she didn’t know what to expect if trapped in a room with him.

  “So Winta, did you cook tonight too?” Zora asked with a shaky voice.

  “Do you think I can’t cook?” Garland’s voice echoed off of the walls.

  “Oh, uh, no. I just thought---”

  “I cooked tonight.” Her tone softened. “I’m sure you’ll enjoy it. Leg of lamb with mint jelly and a summer salad. Come. We’ll eat outside.”

  Art stood and held his hands out for both Winta and Zora. They rose in unison. As soon as she got next to him, Zora grabbed Grant’s hand.

  Garland had picnic tables decorated and set with dishes already. Surrounded by lawn torches, the scene looked almost primitive. Grant helped Zora sit down but as soon as he started to sit next to her, Garland spoke up.

  “No. Sit with someone new. This is a mixer. Time to mix it up.”

  Grant glanced at Zora, who feigned a smile. He kissed her before heading to the other side of the table where he sat next to Winta. On the other side of Winta sat Brax, who had Lynia on the ground kneeling on a blanket. Next
to Zora sat Garland. She had Evan behind her in the same position. On her other side sat Art.

  Yes, this would be an interesting dinner.

  ***

  To Zora’s surprise, dinner was excellent. The woman proved to be a magnificent cook, if not an intimidating figure. After dinner the group went back into the living room.

  Drinks had all been refreshed. And attitudes were refreshed as well. Brax had split his attention between Zora and his wife. This time he allowed her to eat. Of course it was from his plate and only when he was done eating.

  Winta had pressed her breasts against Grant so many times during dinner that Zora lost count.

  “Are we ready to play?” Art asked as soon as everyone had gotten settled.

  “Play?” Grant scanned everyone’s expressions.

  “We normally have a special group night on Fridays. We play a game to liven things up,” Brax said. “So this, two nights in a row deal is pretty sweet.” He stared at Art. “Maybe we should start doing that, do something special on Fridays and Saturdays.”

  “Something to consider,” Art replied.

  “Let’s just get it over with already.” Garland’s exasperated tone nearly brought down the room’s jubilant feel.

  “Fine.” Art stood. “Women, line up over there.”

  “I’m not standing in some goddamn line.” Garland folded her arms over her chest.

  “Just shut up and get in line like the rest of the ladies. Damn, Garland, does everything have to be a pissing contest with you?” Brax raked his fingers through his hair.

  Zora felt the tension between the two of them. They were like bulls fighting over the same cow.

  As she sauntered by him, Garland said, “What’s wrong, Brax? My dick bigger than yours?”

  He snickered. “You wish. That’s why you’re so pissed.”

  “Fuck you.”

  Art held up his hands. “Enough.”

  Zora stood in a line with Winta on one side, Lynia on the other and Garland at the end. Art held the end of his shirt to make a pouch.

  “Gentlemen, drop your cell phone in here.” Art started the pile by putting his phone in the makeshift basket. Brax and Evan followed, with Grant glancing at Zora before depositing his phone.