Seeking Amy (Seven Sins Series)

by Leslie Lee Sanders

  “I know how much you like me and I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.” She looked into his eyes as she spoke. “Besides, he’s your best friend. How can I tell you something like that?”

  “You could have just said it.” Kato looked at her lips like he wanted to touch them with his.

  “Look, if I could have both of you I would.” She shrugged. “But I can’t. And it really feels good to be wanted.”

  “I understand,” Kato said, nodding his head.

  “I like you a lot.”

  “But you like Bryson more.”

  She didn’t know what to say. She didn’t know what words would make him feel better. So she decided to kiss him instead. She wrapped her hand around the nape of his neck and pulled him forward. Her lips touched his and he closed his eyes. She closed her eyes, too, and opened her mouth slightly to feel his tongue on hers. His breath smelled sweet, his tongue was warm. She felt so good in his arms.

  He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers. “You know why we want you so bad?”

  “Why?” She stared at his blushed mouth and waited for him to answer.

  “Because you are so damned beautiful.” He touched her lips with his finger.

  “Thank you.” She smiled bashfully. “Do you know why I like you?”

  “Why?”

  “Because you’re the only man who’s ever made me believe that I really am beautiful.” Not even Bryson made her feel as beautiful as Kato did. And he did it in one day. “That is exactly what every girl wants.”

  “I told you I could deliver.” He smiled.

  “I know that now.” She moved her lips closer to his.

  “I want to do something special for you.” He brushed his lips across hers as he spoke.

  “Again?” She shivered from his lip’s caresses and the tingle it sent throughout her body. “After all this, you still want to do something special for me?”

  Kato nodded. “I can’t be angry at you for being attracted to him. I can’t be angry at him for being obsessed with you.”

  She narrowed her eyes. “Are you gonna reward me again?” She couldn’t believe it. Kato must really like her or must really be crazy.

  “I am and you can’t stop me.” He winked.

  She backed away from the heat of Kato’s body and brought her hand to her temple. She didn’t know what to say. She was confused. “What about Bryson?”

  “What about him?” He shrugged. “I like him. He’s a good friend. That’s why he’s the best. He could have told me about you earlier, but I can’t stop you or him from doing what you both want to do.” He walked to the door.

  “Where are you going?” She stopped him.

  “I’m going to get your surprise,” he said. “And no it’s not Louboutin shoes.”

  She forced a chuckle and watched him disappear out the door.

  As soon as he left, her mind was going crazy with thoughts. What had just happened? Any other guy of hers would have pitched a fit to know that the object of his affection was sleeping with his best friend. Kato always was different. But now he was going to reward her bad behavior. God, the guilt nagged at her. Kato was a wonderful guy and she feared that she was taking advantage of that. What ever he was going to bring her or do for her she just wouldn’t accept it. She couldn’t.

  A few minutes later Kato was back. He’d brought with him another box. Amy’s heart immediately began to pitter-patter. She reminded herself that they weren’t shoes or at least they weren’t Louboutin shoes. Her curiosity peaked.

  Kato sat on her sofa with the box on his lap and she sat beside him. The jeans he wore looked brand new and the deep brown shirt he had on did a good job at complimenting his taut, lean figure.

  “Every night before I go to bed, I make it a habit to see you in your room so I can have the best dreams about you.” He looked into her eyes when he talked. “Every time you wear your red bra and panties, I imagine you in those red pumps.”

  “Uh huh,” she said, paying careful attention to what he had to say.

  “So I drew you.” He opened the box and unfolded a large poster sized drawing of her. She gasped when she saw it.

  The picture was of her in her desk chair wearing her red panties and bra, her legs were crossed at the knee and on her feet were the red pumps.

  “This is amazing,” she said, taking the picture from Kato’s fingertips. “You drew this yourself?”

  “Of course, this is what I go to school to do,” he said. “Bryson says I have talent like my mother.”

  “He’s right. This is amazing.” She held it up to get a good view of it. “You showed this to Bryson?”

  “No, he found it in my room earlier.” He placed his hand on her thigh. “That’s when he told me about you and him.”

  “When did you draw this? You didn’t draw it in school, did you?” She was amazed at the accuracy of the drawing. It looked so real.

  Kato chuckled. “No, I drew it a few days ago in my room, before I got the shoes. I just had a picture of the shoes to go by.”

  “I love it!” She looked down into the box and saw more folded papers. “Is there more?”

  “Yeah.” He pulled out another one and unfolded it. “This one I drew a few weeks ago when you were standing topless at the window. All you wore were a pair of black panties. God, you’re amazing.”

  “Oh, my. That’s me!” She was so excited. “You are very good, Kato. You are an amazing artist.”

  “Thank you.” He looked at her, smiling around his eyes. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”

  “You’re right,” she said. “I can’t wait to learn everything about you. You are like nothing I’ve imagined. You surprise me every time we’re together.” She looked down into the box. “What’s that one?”

  “Oh, this one?” He placed the lid back on. “I’ll show you later.”

  She nodded. “What are you gonna do with these drawings?”

  “I don’t know.” He scratched his temple. “Maybe frame them and you can hang them in your room above your bed.”

  “I can keep them?”

  “Yes, I brought them to give to you.”

  “Thank you.” She hugged him. He hugged her back and she melted in his embrace.

  “You’re welcome.” He gave her a gentle squeeze. “I’m gonna get going now. I have company of my own.” He stood from the sofa and tucked the box under his arm.

  “Bryson?” she asked.

  “Yeah, he’s staying over,” he said. “If you want, you probably can see us from your window. You can say hi.”

  “Are you angry?” She just had to know for sure. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No.” He shook his head. “If anything you made it easier for me. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” And with that he was out the door and gone again.

  Amy wanted to see if she could see them through her window, so she quickly ran upstairs and waited by the window. She didn’t see anybody in his room. The light was on but no one was there. She waited a few more minutes and finally Bryson appeared.

  This would be interesting. She’d never seen him stay the night over there. He wore a clean pair of loose fitted jeans and was shirtless, showing off his nice muscles. His hair was neat, the way she liked. But there was no sign of Kato, not yet.

  She waved and surprisingly Bryson waved back. She was relieved that they both weren’t angry with her. That could have ruined their friendship and that she didn’t want. Finally, Kato appeared. He was shirtless, too, which brought a smile to her face.

  It felt naughty to look out her window and see two gorgeous men in their room shirtless. There was just something so naughty about that image. Like if she was peeking in on an intimate moment. She laughed to herself. Immediately her mind started thinking up dirty images of Kato and Bryson. What was interesting was that she didn’t have to imagine much at all.

  Kato and Bryson both looked like they were showing off their bodies for her. Kato stood in front of the window with his hands i
n his pockets and Bryson stood with his arms against the bottom window seal, it held his weight as he leaned against it. Occasionally they would look at each other and laugh as if they were talking about her. So she gave them something to talk about.

  Slowly she lifted her shirt above her head and threw it to the floor. She watched them shift their stance when she exposed her breasts. She turned around giving them a look at her body from different angles. Already she was wet.

  The boys looked like a couple of male models displaying some designer jeans in the display window of a department store. Just looking at them fueled her. She twirled around rubbing her hands over her breasts and pinching the hard buds of her nipples, at the same time she thought about how hard their dicks must be.

  She lifted an eyebrow and pressed her breasts against the glass of the window. She saw Kato laugh and Bryson’s eyes nearly pop out. She loved teasing them, and she loved that they loved it, too.

  She watched Kato and Bryson talk to each other. They glanced at her every now and then with smiles on their faces. If only she could hear what they were saying. But what they started doing really grabbed her attention and held it.

  Bryson reached out and hooked his fingers in the front of Kato’s jeans pulling him closer. Her heart pounded at the possibility of what she was about to see. Kato glanced at her through the window and then shifted his attention back on Bryson. Bryson started to unbutton Kato’s pants. He moved sensually and slowly, almost too slow for her patience. They both turned their heads to look at her, probably to see if she was still watching. Then Bryson opened the flaps to Kato’s jeans and rubbed his palm over Kato’s cock. Kato let his head fall back exposing his long neck.

  Now it was her turn to stare wide eyed. She held her breath as Kato grabbed Bryson by the nape of his neck and pulled him forward for a rough kiss. She grabbed one of her breasts in her hand and squeezed it. Her blood raced through her veins scorching hot but it felt good. She never thought watching two guys kiss each other like hot, thirsty savages would make her pussy so wet.

  Kato kissed Bryson hard. She could see the want and need through their touch. Bryson broke the kiss and started kissing down Kato’s body. He stopped over his nipple. Kato turned to look at her again. He looked hot and used as if kissing Bryson took a lot out of him. She wanted more. She mouthed the words, don’t stop, and prayed that Kato saw her yearning.

  Kato pushed Bryson down onto his knees before him and pulled his own cock out of the open flaps of his jeans. It was clear what he wanted Bryson to do. Kato’s hard cock was big enough for Amy to see it from a distance. Bryson wrapped his fingers around it and stared up at Kato. She never imagined Bryson being led by Kato in this way. The image of him on his knees for Kato made her want Kato with such extreme urgency it hurt. She didn’t know Kato had it in him to be so . . . dominating.

  She watched Bryson pump Kato’s erection in his fist slowly feeling the impressive length. She remembered when she felt the hotness of Kato’s cock. She wondered if Bryson loved it as much as she did. She imagined it being rock hard in his fist and leaking pre-come over his knuckles. She squeezed her legs together to satisfy the throbbing of her clit.

  She looked on as Bryson moved closer to wrap his lips around Kato’s cock. But before he closed his lips around the perfect hardness, Kato’s window blinds closed. She was so shocked she gasped. Did Kato close the blinds on her, leaving her wet and unsatisfied? She didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t march over there and demand them to continue with the blinds open, even though she really wanted to. Looking at it from a different angle, she guessed she’d just gotten a taste of her own medicine.

  Chapter Five

  Amy was up all night replaying the images she saw in Kato’s window through her head. Although it was really hot to watch, she wondered what it meant. Questions raced through her mind. Were they just teasing her or was it something they did often? Why didn’t anyone tell her?

  They couldn’t have been just teasing. Bryson had Kato’s cock in his hand and was about to put it in his mouth. He probably did put it in his mouth when the blinds closed. She didn’t think two men intent on just teasing would go that far. And what did Kato mean when he said she didn’t know a lot of things about him? Was that what he was referring to? She was curious to know now. And Bryson, he’d never given her a hint that he wanted Kato’s cock as desperately as he looked like he wanted it then. He’d never mentioned kissing or touching Kato. For all she knew, they were just best friends.

  When she woke up the next morning she hoped and prayed that one of them would come over to tell her what last night was all about. She went on with her day’s work; cooking, cleaning, editing, and occasionally standing in front of her window, but she couldn’t get it off her mind.

  Finally, since neither of them decided to visit and fill her in, she got dressed in a pair of jeans and a tank top and marched next door to the Hayashi residence. She cursed to herself on the way over, telling herself she should have marched over there the previous night and demanded Kato to open his blinds. She moved quickly. The desert heat was enough motivation to make her visit as brief as possible.

  She knocked on the door and Kato’s mother Mrs. Hayashi answered. This was going to be awkward. She thanked God she decided to wear a bra. Mrs. Hayashi was a short lady, about forty-something, with black-framed glasses on her face and a vase in her hand.

  “Hello, Mrs. Hayashi. I’m looking for Kato.” She spoke in the most innocent voice she could produce.

  “Oh, he’s in the kitchen getting something to eat.” Her narrow eyes and her pretty face reminded Amy of Kato. “Is there a problem? Something I can help you with?”

  Amy laughed to herself, thinking how funny it would be to ask her about her son’s sexuality. “No problem. I just have to talk to him about something. How is your art work coming along, by the way?”

  “Just fine. Thanks for asking. I’ll go get Kato for you.” Mrs. Hayashi smiled and closed the door.

  Amy patiently waited in the scorching heat. She wished the nice lady would act like a nice lady and let her in. She wondered if Kato’s father was as private as his mother was. If so, that would probably explain why Kato wanted his privacy the night before at the window.

  When Kato opened the door he had a grin on his face. “Hey, Amy,” He opened the door wider revealing Bryson standing by his side. At least they were fully clothed, because if they were shirtless like the night before that would’ve been too much to bear.

  “What was last night about?” She couldn’t help but smile a mile wide.

  “What are you talking about?” Bryson asked then bit into a green apple he had in his hand.

  “Oh, don’t play with me,” she said, playfully. “My eyes weren’t playing tricks on me.”

  “Did you enjoy that?” Kato asked.

  “That was hot but I wish you would’ve let me see the whole thing.” She watched as Kato and Bryson looked at each other and laughed. “You guys did that like it was so natural.” Her eyebrows were sitting on top of her head in excitement.

  Mrs. Hayashi walked up behind the boys. “What did they do?” she asked Amy. “I hope Kato’s practicing his art and not getting into trouble.”

  Amy smiled and looked at Kato. He bit his bottom lip and tucked his hands in his pockets, looking at Bryson with his dark seductive eyes.

  “No, she’s just giving us a compliment,” Bryson said.

  Kato pushed Bryson’s shoulder and snickered. Amy had to laugh, too.

  “I don’t want Ms. Cole upset with you two,” Mrs. Hayashi said. “That’s the last thing I need with all my stresses.”

  “Oh, don’t worry.” Amy nodded. “I was quite satisfied.”

  Bryson and Kato snickered again. Mrs. Hayashi just smiled and walked away. Amy knew she didn’t have any idea what she was talking about.

  “Come over,” Amy said. “You have to give me details.”

  “I don’t know,” Bryson said. “You kicked me out the other day. I
don’t know if I want to ever step foot in your house again.”

  “I’ll beg,” she said. “Please, Nicholas.”

  “God, stop calling me that. My name is Bryson.” He shook his head and rolled his eyes, showing his frustration.

  “Then you’ll come over, right?”

  “Sure,” Kato said. “We’ll be there later tonight.”

  “Yeah, after we make you wait a little longer,” Bryson said.

  She rolled her eyes and went home to wait for them to fill her in with some details. She put on her red pumps and walked around the house, feeling sexy and confident. She was so in love with the shoes. They were probably the most expensive gift she’d ever gotten. They made her feel so beautiful and loved. They were perfect.

  Bryson’s charm bracelet was nice, too. It was expensive but he could have done a little better. Her body had to be worth more than a two hundred dollar charm—

  As soon as that thought entered her head, she stopped in her tracks, feeling funny. Were they paying for her body with gifts?

  The possibility of being some sort of prostitute, having sex with them for gifts, made her stomach hurt. Was that what she was doing? She would hate to be labeled ‘the whore next door that will sleep with anyone who would give her expensive things’. That label didn’t sit well with her at all.

  She wondered why she needed gifts to feel beautiful and loved. She thought back to when she was a teenager living with her father. Every holiday or birthday she would be showered in gifts punctuated by a kiss and the words ‘I love you’.

  Her mother often said image was everything, first impressions were important, and the way you looked was what attracted Mr. Right. If her mom had been correct, Amy would have been loved and married several times by now.

  Immediately she hated herself for obtaining two of her mother’s characteristics: greed and materialism. She also hated that she yearned for gifts that took the place of the words ‘I love you’.

  A knock at her kitchen door interrupted her thoughts. She slipped the pumps off her feet and threw them on the sofa. She went to the door and let the boys in.