Watching: Erotic Novella

by J. L. Ostle

  Hope entwines her fingers with mine as we get a cab and once we are inside she straddles me, her lips once again landing on mine, with the mix of alcohol and fresh air, I am kissing her back heatedly, not thinking twice about the guy next to me that she is with or the driver being able to watch everything.

  I bet the driver isn’t complaining though.

  “Hope not in here.” I hear her guy say and she is pulled off me. I almost pout.

  I look out the window as we head to their place and when we arrive, I look at the semi-detached house with a front garden and brown fence. I follow them inside, the guy heading into the kitchen. I take a seat in the living room, looking around the beige walls with little furnishings. The guy comes back through and passes me and Hope a glass of wine.

  “I hope the wine is okay?” I don’t really like wine but I accept anyway taking a sip. I watch as they whisper to one another before Hope turns to me.

  “Can you read some hot scenes from one of your books,” Hope asks me sweetly. I grab my phone clicking on my Kindle app.

  “Any preference?”

  “Do you have one with two girls?” I look to her and her eyes are solely on mine.

  “I do actually.” I look away from her and scroll the list until I find the one I’m looking for and I open it up trying to find the right page. I start reading out the words.

  I am focused on what I’m reading as its harder with alcohol in my system, I am concentrating on the words when I hear moaning noises and I turn to see Hope and the guy both naked, her on her knees sucking him off.

  When did they have a chance to strip without me noticing?

  Seeing her pale skin to his tanned skin, seeing him standing in dominance, his hands in her hair as she is on her knees pleasing him, stirred something that I can’t explain.

  I turn my body so I am facing them while I continue to read. I am reading the part where one of the leading ladies is kissing the other girl’s stomach heading towards her pussy when I feel Hope straddling me again, her kissing me, moaning into my mouth. I feel her heat pressed against me.

  She takes hold of one of my hands placing it on her breast, helping me glide it down her stomach to her pussy and I hesitate before she pushes my fingers inside of her causing her to groan in ecstasy.

  “Please keep touching me.” She begs. She slips down my boob-tube top releasing one of my breasts out of its bra cup and leans forward sucking hard. It’s a little painful but feels so nice at the same time.

  “Go easy on her.” The guy says softly to her and she releases my nipple. I watch as he guides his dick inside her pussy from behind, leaning back on the couch, taking her back with him. I hover on top of her kissing her as I feel him thrust inside her. Her body moving with each thrust.

  I lick down her neck to her breasts to her stomach. It’s like I am playing a part in one of my books, I go further down until I see her bare pussy, seeing his dick entering her is making my body ache, not from him being in her, but the pleasure they are both feeling.

  I keep watching, watching each movement, hearing their groans and moans. I lean forward pressing my tongue to her clit and she almost screams out. I keep licking, not expecting her to taste so sweet. I feel her hands go to my breasts but I don’t stop.

  Feeling a hand on my neck, I look up stopping and she pulls away from him, standing. I stand also and she takes my hand guiding me upstairs to a red sofa chair making me sit. She straddles me again and kisses me hard, sucking on my tongue so she can taste herself.

  “I want you to watch me, Angel.” She whispers against my lips. “I want you to watch and let me see you touch yourself.” She stands back up and climbs on the bed going on all fours, facing me. The guy gets behind her and enters her once again.

  I watch as he fucks her. I watch as she starts playing with herself as he does.

  I undo the buttons of my jeans and slip my hand inside until I reach my own wet folds. I enter in two fingers then three, feeling full, stretching myself. Feeling how tight I am. Her eyes never leave mine, I feel the ache building inside of me. I rub harder as he starts to speed up, when she screams out in her release, I scream out mine and not long after I hear him roar out in his.

  I stay seated, the alcohol slowly leaving my system, I can’t believe what I have just done. What I just witnessed. I do up my jeans and stand and I watch Hope walk over to me still naked and she lifts my hand that I was touching myself with sucking my fingers.

  “You taste so good.” She purrs. Her lips land on mine once again. “Do you want a go?” She moves to the side showing me the guy on the bed sat up watching us both, seeing the heat in his eyes.

  I am still turned on but I don’t want him.

  I don’t want him inside me.

  I like her.

  “I want you,” I say in a shy voice.

  She smiles and whispers in my ear. “I was hoping you would say that.” She sits on the edge of the bed and opens her legs. “Taste me then.” I walk slowly toward her going on my knees, her fingers going through my hair as my mouth goes to her glistened pussy. Once my tongue goes between her folds I can taste the latex of the condom but soon the taste fades and it’s all her once again.

  I can hear him rubbing himself as her breathing comes out in pants. I suck hard on her clit causing her body to fall back a little, making her lean on her hands. I lift one of her legs so it goes over my shoulder making her more spread out for me. I keep sucking until she screams out, her legs shaking. It is like a fountain squirting into my mouth as she comes. I suck up every last bit of her.

  It has occurred to me that they are both naked and I am still fully dressed. I sit back on my heels and she is smiling down at me. “You are really good at that.” I smile back but I can feel my cheeks burning up. “Do you want to watch again? I think he needs another go.” I see the guy behind her, caressing her breasts. Her smiling at me, him looking at me like I’m prey.

  I should just walk away, go back home but I do want to watch. I want to experience every moment he pleases her. It is good for research for my stories.

  That’s what I’m telling myself anyway.

  “I will watch.” I sit back in the chair, feeling more confident in my seat.

  “Are you sure you don’t want him to fuck you? I don’t mind sharing.” My eyes connect to hers.

  “I’d rather watch.”

  I keep swiping left until something that pops out at me makes me smile. An adventurous couple looking for someone to join in on their fun. I swipe to the right indicating like and with joys we are a match. They must have liked my profile also. I write a quick message telling them hello and ask what they are after.

  You have to like Tinder.

  My only down fall is that I am really fussy on who my couples are.

  There is hardly anyone out there that are after what I’m after, but I have found the odd couple here and there who share the same interests as me.

  It's Friday night and I am just finishing up my latest book, pressing save before I start to go and get ready. It has been a few weeks since the last couple I was with and I am starting to get sexually frustrated.

  I am hoping I find what I’m looking for tonight.

  I grab a shower, I just had everything waxed last week so I’m good to go. I put my hair in messy waves and decide to wear a black halter neck dress. I find wearing dresses and skirts is better access for myself.

  Wearing my neutral makeup, I look in the mirror smiling at myself. I feel lucky tonight. I am grabbing my bag and keys when my phone rings and I see the couple have replied. They are looking for an open-minded girl who wants to join in on their fantasies and desires.

  Bingo.

  I reply that I am their girl but I don’t join in sexually.

  After Hope, I never want to get attached to anyone.

  Sex is sex, but unfortunately for me, sex brings emotions. Right now, I don’t need them. I sigh as I think about her. I do miss her in a weird way but once her guy Darryl, got addicted
to me watching them, me being with her, she ended it. She didn’t like that he would only sleep with her if I was in the room.

  I don’t blame her.

  All crushes have to end one day.

  She wasn’t mine to begin with.

  I know what you are thinking.

  No, I’m not a lesbian. Bisexual, maybe.

  Hope was different and I tried to find a girl with the same connection I had with her but it hasn’t happened.

  Having sex with a guy, even if we bring kinkiness into it. I find it boring.

  Watching though, watching each moment, now that is something that gets my blood pumping. It has become my drug and also the muse in my work.

  I have been with couples who think they can handle a person watching but a few can’t. Most women get shy and have doubts. I have even been with a couple where the woman wanted to have sex under the sheets so I wouldn’t be able to fully watch.

  Women try and keep their men happy by following their desires but it isn’t for everyone. I always tell them there are no hard feelings. I do go home disappointed but it takes a lot of self-confidence and self-esteem to be able to let someone in to watch an intimate act.

  With the taxi waiting for me, I get in heading to the pubs I like, grabbing myself a drink and finding a seat where I can watch the crowd.

  I told Hannah what happened that night. The look on her face was priceless but she thought it was a one-time thing and at first so did I, but with Hope asking me to watch, I found myself not being able to say no.

  Now I can’t stop.

  I get restless and I dream of being in the corner of the room, watching the man slipping his hard dick inside the girl. Hearing her wetness soak his cock. Her screaming out for more.

  I see loads of couples out, smiling and laughing. After an hour, I head to the next place until it’s time to reach my favourite club.

  I did find it weird being out on my own but now I’m used to it. I normally go out with Hannah but if she can’t make it, I still go out. Especially when I need my own release. I order myself a cocktail and take a seat near the bar so I’m close to the dance floor. I keep my eyes away from the DJ box even though my body is screaming for me to look, I ignore it. I look to the dancefloor and see a couple laughing as they dance with one another.

  “Looking for your next victims?” Nieve asks me. She is the bartender I noticed when I first met Hope. She is bisexual and has been flirting with me for a very long time. She has kind of twigged to what I do.

  “Aren’t I always.” I smile to her as she shakes her head, walking away to serve a customer.

  I take a sip of my drink, turning to see the couple and when they head my way to the bar I turn back watching them as they order their drinks. “You both look so cute together,” I say and the girl beams at me.

  “Thank you.” She says in a soft voice. “You should see us any other day, we may not be as cute.”

  “Don’t listen to her.” The guy chuckles. I look to his light brown hair and green eyes, to her red hair and green eyes.

  “Are you on your own?” The girl asks looking around me.

  “I’m afraid so, but I love the cheesy music, it’s my weakness.”

  “Oh God mine too, I was told I was born in the wrong generation. I wish I appreciated the boy bands and girl bands when I was younger.”

  “A girl after my own heart.” I press my hand against my chest.

  “Would you like a drink?” The guy asks me.

  “Are you sure?”

  “I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t.” I smile sweetly at him.

  “Thank you, I will have whatever she is having.” I watch as he orders my drink and passes to me when it’s ready. “Thank you again.”

  “Would you like to join us?” The girl steps away from the busy bar to the other side of me, the guy joining her.

  “I don’t want to be a burden.”

  “A girl shouldn’t be on her own.” The guy agrees with his girl.

  “I could be a murderer.” I laugh.

  “Are you?” The guy asks smiling.

  “Afraid not.” I shrug, pretending to look sad.

  “Well, I am in the mood to dance.” The girl takes my hand and guides me to the dance floor. “What are your names?” I ask as we start dancing to S club 7.

  “I’m Hilary and he’s Lewis and you?”

  “Angel.” They both stop.

  “That’s your real name?” She asks shocked. I giggle.

  “I’m afraid so, but trust me, I’m no Angel,” I say leaning closer to them both.

  “Where would the fun be in that?” Lewis says. I toast my drink to his.

  “Exactly.” We continue dancing.

  We dance and drink and talk in-between, they do seem like the perfect couple. He is very attentive to her and she looks at him adoringly, I’m starting to think that this couple isn’t into what I am after.

  Lewis heads to the bar to order another round as Hilary and I continue dancing, singing along to the words. Lady Gaga ‘Born this way’ starts to play and I notice a few girls that I have met recently who bat for the other team come to the dance floor. A few make out and I notice Hilary watch but quickly look away.

  “Does that make you uncomfortable?” I see her face flush.

  “No, not at all.”

  “Have you ever kissed a girl?”

  She shakes her head. “Have you?”

  Nodding. “I have. I kind of like men and women.”

  “Oh.” Is all she says.

  “Did I make it weird?”

  “No, I just didn’t think you would, you don’t seem the type.” I laugh.

  “Yeah, well you can’t help who you like.” I think sadly.

  “I hope I didn’t upset you.” She holds my hand.

  “No of course not. I guess you have to try everything once though, life is short after all.”

  “That is so true. So, what is the wildest thing you have ever done?” She smiles wickedly at me.

  “You really want to know?” She takes a sip of her drink before nodding. “I kind of watch people.”

  “Watch people?”

  “I ummm, kind of watch people as they have sex.” She looks at me in shock.

  “Do they know?” I burst out laughing.

  “Yes, they know.” I laugh again. “They will ask me to watch.”

  “But why?”

  “I guess it’s the thrill of it, letting a person watch something so intimate, to pick up the sexual desire.”

  “What do you get out of it? Do you join in?”

  “I find it such a turn on, to be honest, to just watch. I find watching people make love is better than having it myself, but no I don’t join in, I used to, but now my joy is just to watch.”

  “That is interesting.”

  I shrug. “We all have our kinks. People are more open minded now since Fifty Shades.” We both laugh. “It takes a lot to let someone do something like that.” She looks at me nodding her head. I can see she is processing what I’m saying.

  “Here are your drinks ladies.” Lewis hands me mine.

  “I am going to quickly head to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” I leave the dance floor but when I’m halfway I turn to see Hilary talking to Lewis, probably about what we just talked about.

  When I return they will either have gone or stayed.

  Sometimes curiosity is a weakness, but it is my gain.

  I do my business and wash my hands. I look up in surprise when I see Hope standing behind me. I look away from the reflection heading to the dryers to dry my hands. I have been avoiding her for months and now she wants to talk to me.

  “Are you just going to ignore me?” I turn around facing her.

  “What do you want me to say, Hope?”

  “I’ve been watching you, Angel, getting close to couples, being best friends with lesbians.” I walk slowly towards her.

  “Jealous, are we?” I chuckle, walking to the far wall where a long mirror hangs, making s
ure I look okay.

  “I know what you are doing?”

  I face her once again. “And so what? What do you want Hope? You wanted me to stay away from you and Darryl, so I did. What I do is my business,” I say angrily.

  “I miss you.” She says softly. I turn away from her.

  I can’t hear her say that to me.

  “Well, you made your choice.” I feel her hands glide up my back to around my front, her hands palming my breasts.

  “I really have missed you, Angel. Your touch, the way you made me scream.” She breathes in my ear. Her hands glide down until she reaches my thighs, lifting up my dress until I feel her fingers stroke my aching pussy.

  “Don’t,” I say in barely a whisper.

  “I need you to want me again. I need you.” I feel her breath against my neck. I turn and when I face her, her lips go on mine in a wanting kiss. The kiss is hard and passionate. She pushes me to the far wall, pressing her body against mine, grinding herself against me. “I knew you still wanted me.” I feel her smile against my lips.

  The fog clears and I push her gently away from me. “Is that what this was? To see if I still want you?” I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.

  “You know it wasn’t.” She bites her lip.

  “What would Darryl think if he knew you were here kissing me?” I say my voice starting to raise. She looks to the ground then away from me.

  “He broke up with you.” I shake my head. She only wanted me now because he doesn’t want her. I’m no one’s second best. “Why?” I ask.

  “He wanted other women to watch and join in, but after a while, he didn’t just need me, as long as he had someone in his bed and someone watching, he didn’t care who it was” I hear the sadness in her voice.

  “I’m sorry to hear that. You will find someone else.” I start to head to the door but she grabs my hand pulling me towards her.

  “I am sorry about how I treated you, I just got paranoid and insecure.” She pleads with me.

  “That is what hurt the most. You know I didn’t want him, I never wanted him. It was you. Always you, but because of how he felt you blamed me.”

  “I know.” She whispers.

  “I won’t be the person to make you feel better about yourself. I’m not a rebound and I’m no one’s second choice.” I walk away from her, heading to the bar needing a few shots down me.