by Bridy McAvoy
She made as if to get up but he reached out and grabbed her hand, holding her to the couch. She didn’t jerk away or slap him. I tensed, about to roar into action, from feigned sleep to wronged boyfriend in a nanosecond, but she didn’t fight back.
“It’ll be more fun if you jumped on him naked.”
“I know.”
Whoa! Had she just given in?
He let go of her hand. “Tell you what, I’ll go and have a fag. I’ll switch the kitchen light on. If that doesn’t wake him, when I come in from my fag I’ll stay by the door.”
“And?”
“You can come through, strip for me, and then once you’re naked, I’ll leave by the back door and go home. You can lock the door behind me and then go and jump him. You’ll enjoy it, I’ll enjoy it and he’ll enjoy it, but he’ll be none the wiser.”
She hesitated, and in that moment I saw the smile spread across Frank’s face. He knew he’d won—she was going to do it. He hadn’t threatened her with telling me about Wednesday, which of course I now knew about. He hadn’t threatened her with telling her parents, either. There was no coercion, but she was still going through with it. She turned to look at me again, and I could see there was raw emotion there. There was real conflict there. She really didn’t want it to have an effect on us but, deep down, some primal instinct was driving her to do what he said. Not what he asked, what he said.
“Are you game for this?”
She hung her head for a moment and I could see her shoulders shuddering as she breathed. For a moment I thought she might be crying but when she spoke her voice was clear.
“As long as nobody finds out.”
“Nobody will find out from me. If he stirs, then I’ll shoot out the back door sharpish and you can say you were getting undressed ready to give him a nice surprise. He won’t know the difference. He’ll only be half-awake.”
“Well…”
“Good girl. I can’t wait to see how gorgeous you look that close.”
“Looking only.”
“Deal. That’s all I asked for.”
“And you leave straight after?”
“Yes.”
“And this is the last time?”
“Scout’s honor.”
“And when were you a bloody scout?”
“For three years as a kid, as it happens. I’ll go for that fag now. No cheating, no waking him up.”
“Okay then, go, before I change my mind.”
He walked out of my line of sight and through into the kitchen. I saw the room brighten as he switched the kitchen light on, and then I heard the back door open and close. I struggled to keep my breathing even as Penny sat there staring at me. She’d shifted around in her seat facing me and I could tell she was watching me intently. I wasn’t sure if that was because she wanted me to wake up or if she wanted me to stay asleep. I’d made my decision, though. I was going to continue to feign sleep. The idea of seeing Penny taking her clothes off for someone else was doing things to my body things the amount of beer I’d drunk should have been preventing. I was starting to get hard from thinking about it. Seeing my beautiful Penny getting naked for another guy!
Was I some kind of pervert myself?
It would be happening very soon if I didn’t put a stop to it. In the end, I decided to give Penny a chance to back out. I heard the back door open and I shifted in my seat, as if the noise had disturbed me. Penny gasped, but didn’t say anything. I’d turned so my head was to one side and was now looking at the doorway through into the kitchen. Frank appeared in the doorway, looking for Penny who should have gone to the kitchen to meet him. He stood there for a moment then looked over to Penny. He raised an eyebrow and she shrugged. He stood there for a minute to see if I moved again, but when I didn’t, he beckoned to my girlfriend to join him in the kitchen.
She took a deep breath and I could see she was flushed. I was pretty sure that flush wasn’t a blush of embarrassment, rather it came from her arousal. Frank backed away into the kitchen and out of my sight. I guess he’d followed up on what he’d promised her—gone over to the back door. She stopped just inside the doorway, right in my eye line, although she had her back to me.
“That’s fine just there.”
“But what if he wake up and sees me?”
I heard him chuckle from over by the back door. “Then all he’ll see is your naked or partly naked body. I’ll be gone before you can shake a stick at it. You just turn around and tell him off for spoiling your surprise, then jump him. He won’t say no to that, will he?”
She shook her head and I could visualize the soft smile playing on her lips. “No, I guess not.”
“So come on then, beautiful, get those clothes off. Show me some flesh. I want to see those gorgeous tits of yours…for starters.”
I could imagine her looking at him, giving him a level stare as she paused for a few seconds then I watched as her arms descended down her sides. Penny was going to do this!
She grasped the hem of her top and started to lift it, baring a few inches of that smooth skin. He could see her belly, I could see her back. I tried hard not to change the pattern of my breathing, listening to the two of them, although neither were speaking now. All I could hear was her breathing. She let go of her top and moved her hands in front. I guess she crossed them in front of her chest and then the top started rising again. For me it was if time stood still. One moment she was fully dressed, the next her arms were above her head, pulling her top off over her lovely long brunette hair. Her naked back, bisected only by her bra straps, was fully visible in the bright light.
As she dropped her top to the floor I could see she was shivering, and I knew it wasn’t from the temperature—it was always warm in the Lane’s house, they loved their comfort.
“Promise me.”
“Promise you what, beautiful?”
“You won’t move away from the door?”
“I promise, now lose that bra and show me those perfect tits. I bet your nipples are hard as rocks already. Don’t lie to yourself, young lady, you love doing this just as much as I love watching it.”
I realized he’d just articulated what I’d been blindly thinking about. I also worked out he wasn’t as drunk as he’d pretended to be. I wondered if Penny had worked that out.
Nevertheless, her hands moved to the small of her back and reached for the clasp on her bra. I almost held my breath watching, then, remembering I was supposed to be sound asleep, returned to breathing evenly.
Take it off, Penny. Take it off!
I was silently urging her on, telling her to bare her body for this man only feet from her in the brightly-lit room. The catch came undone under the impetus of her fingers and I heard her sigh gently as the fabric released its tension. Her hands moved to her shoulders and I watched as she slipped the straps down onto her arms, then crossed an arm in front of herself to wriggle the strap off her other arm. A moment later she changed arms again. I could see her fingers curling round her side as she did this. Then the bra joined her top on the floor. Her hands disappeared from view and I guessed she was cupping her breasts to shield them from his eyes.
“Drop the hands, beautiful. I want to see those tits. Are your nips hard?”
“Yes…” Her reply was drawn out and breathy—obviously she was turned on. Equally, the way his voice had dropped a few tones and had turned gravelly, said he was as well. I could imagine what she looked like to him, but I couldn’t see it. A moment later her arms appeared by her sides as she dropped her hands. She was now topless in front of this older man. I was rock-hard inside my jeans watching the rear view of this scene.
“Fabulous tits. Now lose the skirt.”
Her hands went to the button and zip at the side and I could see she wasn’t shaking any more. Her legs, though, were trembling, and as the skirt slid down her legs, revealing she was once more wearing those white panties with the printed lips all over them, the trembling became more apparent.
She stepped out of the
skirt and I could hear the harsh rasp of her breathing.
Frank chuckled softly. “Nice panties. I bet sleeping beauty likes to peel those off you, doesn’t he?”
Her head bobbed. I guess she nodded to him.
“Will you let me peel them off for you?”
I tensed, ready to jump up and put an end to this.
“No.” She wasn’t loud, but her firm intent was obvious.
“Then take them off for me, gorgeous, Show me that pretty little cunt, and that fabulous ass.”
“As soon as they’re off, you’re off out that door. Promise, okay?”
“I promise. Now lose the knickers. Show me your cunt.”
She shuddered. I guess she didn’t like his language but it was having an effect on her. Her breathing was becoming faster and harsher as her system strove for the oxygen it needed. Her hands moved slowly, lifting up to her waist and then slowly hooking into the waistband of those panties. I kind of thought of them as my panties, my Penny’s panties, the ones I loved to draw down her legs. She’d probably worn them today for me, but now she was showing them, taking them off for this old pervert of a neighbor. I almost screamed out for them to stop, almost jumped up, murder in my head, as jealousy washed through me.
I stayed still, not moving, letting the show continue. Her hands were drawing the panties down now, inch by inch, agonizingly slowly. She was teasing him. I could tell from the way her whole body trembled that she wanted this—she wanted to be naked in front of him, and she wanted him to see it all. I knew that her tiny triangle of brown hair would now be visible and, as she continued, the tip of her slit would pop into view between those fabulous legs of hers.
It seemed to take ages, but it was probably only seconds, then her panties were around her thighs and she let go of them. She shrugged her legs a little, a peculiar kind of movement, and they fluttered down to her ankles, resting on top of her sneakers and socks.
“Now go!”
“I haven’t had a look. I haven’t seen that butt of yours yet.”
“Just go.”
I could hear the note of desperation in her voice. She wanted him gone. Hopefully, because she wanted to fuck my brains out. The show was over, and I decided I had to take a hand. I yawned as loudly as I could fake it. Penny jumped as if someone had stuck a pin in that fantastic bubble-shaped butt of hers. I saw her waving her hands in a shooing motion and heard the back door open and then close. She stepped out of her panties and ran out of my sight. A moment later I heard the lock on the back door click.
Knowing she was now safe, and hopefully coming over to me, I closed my eyes and prepared to let her wake me up, without giving away that I’d heard and watched the entire byplay.
Chapter 6
By the time I’d worked my thumbs inside the waistband of my panties, I was shaking like a leaf. I’d watched as Frank’s gaze fastened on my breasts as they heaved up and down while I was fighting for air. Although he’d looked down as I’d shed my skirt, he’d soon changed back to gaze at my breasts again.
I was getting paranoid about Gareth waking up but, at the same time, I was so damned turned on. I admit, Frank’s plan in case Gareth woke up was a good one. Frank could disappear as I turned back to Gareth and jumped him. Hell, I wanted to jump him right now, but I wanted Frank gone first.
As I started to push my panties down, he made a quip about the printed design on them. I flushed at that. He was right. They were Gareth’s favorite pair because they were so tight across my butt and between my legs. He could trace the outline of my pussy through them with his fingers, and threaten to kiss me there. I wouldn’t let him though, and that tended to cause an argument when the subject came up.
Once my panties were down around my legs I watched Frank’s reaction. His eyes seemed to bulge, his mouth dropped open and he licked his lips. Obviously, he liked what he could see. His hand dropped to his crotch and he adjusted himself—I could see he was hard. He didn’t want to just look at me, he wanted to fuck me. I could tell that from his eyes, let alone his hard cock.
He wanted to unzip his fly, pull his cock out, push me back against the cabinet, and plunge into me. Thank God Gareth was there, stopping him. More importantly, Gareth’s presence stopped me from letting him. My body wanted him too. I shuddered under the stress. I was in a state as my panties hit my ankles. At that moment I think I’d have taken on any cock available to me. I needed to feel something inside me. I needed to be filled.
Thankfully, at that moment I heard a loud yawn from behind me. My boyfriend was waking up. In another few seconds he’d see I was naked. If he got up from the chair he’d see Frank standing there looking at my naked body. I made a quick shooing motion with my hands. Frank had obviously heard Gareth too but, unlike me, he wasn’t panicking. He smiled at me, and deliberately licked his lips one more time. He mouthed something. I think it was something like ‘another time’, and I shuddered, then he opened the door and was gone. The open door let a blast of cold air in but I tried to ignore the shiver that ran through me and stepped clear of my panties. As he shut the door, I darted forward, flicked the catch over to lock it, then dashed back to the doorway.
Gareth hadn’t moved. Thankfully, he was still asleep. I gathered up my clothes and walked through into the lounge, dumping them in front of the couch. I eased my sneakers off my feet then slipped my socks off. If I was going to be naked, I might as well be naked. So I was naked, and ready—very ready. I wanted Gareth at that moment more than I’d ever wanted him and I usually wanted him a lot. It had been torture sitting there in a room with him for a couple of hours, with other people present, when I knew we could have been in his flat, in his bed.
I stood in front of him for a moment then simply climbed into his lap, straddling him. His head turned as he started to wake up, and my hands grabbed his face, my lips finding his. He murmured into my mouth as his eyes flickered open and I pressed my body against him. I hoped that as far as he was concerned I’d woken him up by kissing him, and he didn’t yet know anything about my state of undress.
I broke the kiss and smiled into his eyes, locking eye contact with him as I started to grind my body against him.
“Wha…?”
I chuckled as he struggled to understand what was happening to him. His arms rose from the chair and he put them around me, his skin hot against my naked back. I watched his eyes, and saw the exact moment he registered I was topless. His eyes shot wide open and his mouth followed suit. I giggled, I couldn’t help it.
“Penny…?”
“Surprise.” My response was husky and laden with lust and a hint of more to come.
His hands shot down my back, tracing the curve of my spine, then finding my ass, finding me butt naked on his lap. If anything, his eyes opened wider.
“Penny… You… You’re… Fuck! Where’s your clothes?”
“On the floor.”
“But… But why?”
“Because you’re going to fuck me on the floor, right now.”
His brain was starting to get into gear. Mind you, his little head was with the program—his cock was rock-hard against my stomach. When did that happen? His mouth sprang into action. Leaning forward, he kissed me, his tongue sliding deep into my mouth, pushing my tongue back. His hands pulled me toward him, squashing my breasts against his chest, my mound against his cock. I moaned into his mouth and shuddered as his hands squeezed my butt.
He lurched forward in the chair, letting go with one hand as I wrapped my arms around his neck, giving myself to him as he lowered me to the floor. Finally, he broke the kiss and I let go so he could rear up and undo his flies.
“Hurry, honey, hurry. I need you. I want you, only you…”
That last bit had been a slip, a reference to the fading memory of my experience in the kitchen with Frank. He hadn’t touched me, but I’d known I’d have been in trouble if Gareth hadn’t been in the next room. Gareth, though, seemed to have missed there being anything untoward.
The flo
or was hard against my back as Gareth positioned himself above me, looking down into my face. His expression conveyed both lust and wonder, and I knew my own expression was a mask of lust. My legs rose to circle behind his thighs and he lunged forward, his cock sliding into me with an ease that surprised both of us.
“God, Penny, you’re so turned on.”
“I know. Just fuck me!”
I wasn’t in the mood for conversation. I just needed him hard and fast, fast and hard. God, did I want it hard and fast. Gareth did just that. He was plunging in and then withdrawing almost his entire length before pushing into me again. I wrapped one arm around him, pulling him down to me, letting my nipples feel his shirt rubbing against them as he thrust. I pushed a knuckle from my left index finger between my teeth to stop myself screaming. The last thing I wanted at that moment was for either of my parents to come downstairs—probably Mum because Dad was so drunk—and find us like this.
I kept pushing my hips up, trying to match his rhythm. I didn’t think he’d last long, but I guess the beer slowed his responses down. Nothing was going to slow me down as I gagged and screamed around my whole fist. I know I came once within a couple of minutes. I think I came again a few minutes later, and I definitely came as he spent himself in me.
Afterward, we lay there in a tangle, me naked, him sprawled on top of me, just about fully dressed.
I giggled softly in his ear. “And what were you saying about fucking me when you were naked and I was partially dressed?”
He laughed too, all signs of sleepiness gone. “Revenge, was it?”
“No… I just wanted you, I needed you, Gareth, my love. I love you.”
He half-rolled off me and, leaning down, kissed the tip of my nose. “I love you too, baby.”
“Even so, honey, you need to let me up.”
“Maybe I’ll keep you there naked for a while yet.”
I shook my head. “No, honey. No way. Firstly, I need to make sure I haven’t made a mess on the carpet.”
“We’ll spill some beer on it to disguise it.”