Watched at Home (7 page)

“Guess who?” a fake high voice said. The
voice definitely didn’t match the strong rough hands against my
skin.

I smiled and said, “I have no idea. Give me a
clue.”

The person pressed close against me, put
their mouth right next to my ear, and whispered in a deep low
voice, “We used to fuck in the back seat of my Camaro.”

Joey! I smiled wide, but said, “Sorry, that
doesn’t narrow it down much. How about another clue?”

“Hey!” he said with a chuckle, and I spun
around to look at him, grinning.

“Joey!” I gave him a tight hug.

“Hey babe, how ya been?” His arms felt good
around me.

“I’ve been good,” I said, smiling wide at
him. “What have you been up to?”

He shrugged. “Just home from school. Working
construction with my dad for the summer. Look at you. All grown
up.”

I wasn’t the only one who had grown up. In
the three years since I had seen him, his wiry teenage frame had
morphed into the muscular body of a man. But some parts were still
the same. His fascinating dimples over his square jaw. His jet
black hair that he still wore too long. But most importantly, he
still had that dangerous glint in his eyes – the one that caused us
girls to get that fluttery feeling deep inside. My hands were still
on his shoulders, and I felt the muscles flexing under his
shirt.

“You’re looking good yourself, Joey.”

He gave me that cute uneven grin that always
melted my heart, no matter how much of a pussy hound I knew he
was.

“How’s college treating ya?” he asked.

“Good. Glad the first year is over though,
and I’m ready for a nice long break.”

“Meet anyone special?”

I knew what he was asking. That was
Joey-speak for “Did you fuck anyone?”

“A few guys,” I replied, giving him a sexy
smile. I didn’t bother asking if he had. That was a given with
him.

“Anyone I need to worry about?” There was
that smile again. No matter how many girls he slept with, he
treated each one as if they were his own, and they all enjoyed that
attitude from him.

I smiled. “You were never the worrying type
Joey.”

He chuckled, but didn’t deny it.

“So Erica. You and me. We should get
together, you know, talk about old times.”

“Sounds like fun.”

His eyes traveled down to my breasts, and
soaked them in for a long moment. When other guys looked at me that
way, it was always quick glances, and if they noticed I had caught
them, they would become embarrassed and look away.

Not Joey. He looked and didn’t care if you
knew it. And he looked as long as he wanted to, like he was doing
now. I felt the warmth of excitement building inside of me, and my
nipples visibly stiffened.

His eyes returned to mine and that smile
curled on his lips. I had a sudden idea.

“Joey, Shane is going out tonight. Would you
like to come over? Bring your swimsuit and we’ll hang out by the
pool?”

He nodded. “Yeah, that would be cool.”

“Hey Joey,” a voice from behind him said,
“What’s taking so long?”

We turned and there was one of Joey’s old
high school buddies whose name I couldn’t remember.

“Just chill dude, can’t you see I’m talking
to Erica?”

“Oh. How’s it hangin’ Erica?”

Joey turned back to me, and nodded back
towards his friend. “Hey, do you mind if I bring my cousin Tony
here with me tonight? And his girlfriend?”

“Sure,” I said, still smiling but a little
disappointed we wouldn’t be alone. “No problem. We’ll have a little
party.”

“Yeah, a party. I like the sound of that,”
Joey said with a smile, as his arm curled around my waist and
pulled me to him.

“Joey Fatone?” Shane said as he drove us
home. “You invited him over tonight?”

“Yeah, and his cousin and his girlfriend. Is
there a problem with that?”

He sighed. “You know I never liked him.”

“Shane, you never liked any of the boys I
dated.”

He was silent a moment, then said, “Maybe
I’ll stay home.”

“Shane!”

“I’ll stay inside. You’ll never know I’m
there.”

“No.”

“I think it’s for the best.”

“Shane, you have a date.”

“She’ll understand. My mind’s made up.”

I sat back with my arms folded. “Fine. Then
I’m calling Joey and changing our plans. We’ll go out instead.”

“Erica.”

“My mind’s made up.”

There was long silence before he replied.
“Ok, they can come over. But no alcohol or drugs, right?”

Once, when Joey and I were relaxing in his
backseat after a rigorous fucking session, I had asked him why he
didn’t drink or take drugs. He explained that he used to, but he
found that they dulled his senses and he didn’t enjoy sex as much.
Or, as he put it, “I can’t feel the pussy.”

But I didn’t think Shane would want to hear
it put that way, so I said, “Joey doesn’t do that.”

He was quiet again, then reached over and
rested his hand on my thigh. “I forget sometimes that you’re all
grown up, and you don’t need me to protect you anymore.”

I smiled softly and placed my hand on his,
pressing it firmer against me. “I kinda like it, even though you
are a pain the ass.”

He chuckled. “Good. That means I’m doing my
job.”

Shane left for his date around seven, and
Joey and his friends showed up at eight. I spent the time between
looking at Shane’s videos again, particularly the ones of him and
Beth. It excited me to think they would soon be doing the things I
was seeing in the video.

Tony’s girlfriend was a cute brunette named
Gwen who looked like she was fourteen. Her breasts were small, and
her figure was slightly boyish. But it turned out that she was
eighteen, and had just graduated from high school. In fact, she
told me she and I actually had a gym class together during my
senior year, but I didn’t remember her.

We talked about girls we knew while the boys
showed off on the diving board, and it turned out we had a lot of
mutual friends. And she was actually a distant cousin of
Kelly’s.

“Small world,” I said.

“Small town is more like it,” she replied. “I
can’t go anywhere without meeting some girl who screwed the same
guy as me.”

I laughed.

“You think I’m joking, but I’m not. And it’s
not like I’m a slut or anything. I’ve only been with six guys.”

I laughed some more, and said, “You want to
put your theory to the test?”

“You mean with you?”

“Yeah,” I said with a grin.

“How many guys you been with?”

“Here in town? Let’s see... Um, seven.”

She grinned. “Then we’re about even. I’ll go
first. You ever been with Tony?”

“No.”

“I didn’t think so. He and Joey are a lot
alike, but they don’t share girls. Once one of them is with one,
the other considers her off limits.”

“So that means you’ve never been with
Joey?”

“No,” she said, giving me a curious glance,
“but I’ve heard he’s good.”

I smiled. “Very good. He was my first.”

Her eyes opened wide. “Seriously?”

I nodded.

“And it was good from the start?”

“Oh yeah. He’s got his rough bad boy image,
but he can be surprisingly gentle in bed. And rough too. He’s good
at knowing what you want.”

She looked thoughtful for a moment. “Damn.
Maybe I dated the wrong cousin.”

I laughed hard. I really liked this girl.
“Something wrong with Tony?”

“No, not really. He’s got a nice big cock,
but sometimes it seems that he thinks that’s all it takes, know
what I mean?”

I nodded. “I know exactly what you mean. It’s
‘here it is baby, now be grateful and do all the work.’“

She laughed. “Exactly!” Then she added, “I
guess it’s my turn. How about Robbie Dupree?”

I shook my head. “I don’t think I know
him.”

“He was in my grade. I lost my virginity to
him at summer camp when I was fourteen.”

“Was it nice?”

“Yeah, it was. Neither of us knew what we
were doing, but it was sweet.”

“Sounds special.”

“But then we came back home and started
school in the fall, and he wouldn’t talk to me. He’d walk right by
me in the hall and act like I didn’t exist. I blamed myself for
being a whore, and I didn’t let another dick near me for a
year.”

“What an asshole.”

“Ok, your turn.”

“Um, Glen Pantera?”

She looked surprised. “The quarterback?”

“Yep, that one.”

“Damn, maybe we aren’t going to have any guys
in common. You have some real A-listers in your notches.”

I laughed. “Well, first of all, I’m working
my way down, and secondly, I wouldn’t label Glen as an A-lister.
The whole thing was over in thirty seconds.”

“Seriously?” she said, giggling.

“Yeah, and I think I’m being generous. He
only got half way in before he pulled out and spurted all over my
stomach and tits.”

“No way!”

“And that’s not even the worst part. As I was
cleaning myself off with my panties, he had the nerve to ask me if
I came.”

She howled with laugher, and had to catch her
breath.

“Needless to say,” I continued, “the
quarterback didn’t get a second chance to get into the game.”

When she stopped laughing, she said, “Ok, how
about Jeff Danzinger?”

I stared at her in shock. “Jeff?”

She stared back. “I knew it! See? I can’t
swing a fucking dead cat in this town without hitting someone I’m
sexually linked to.”

“You and Jeff?” I asked.

“Yeah. We dated for three months.”

“Same here,” I said.

“Yeah, that’s about the limit with Jeff.
That’s when his little fetish gets to be too much.”

I laughed. “I know exactly what you’re
talking about.”

She was on a roll now. “It started off ok. I
mean, we’re fucking, you know, doggy style, and his fingers start
to wander. And I’m ok with that. A little ass play is fun. Hell, I
even tease Tony’s pucker when I’m giving him head, and he likes
it.”

I laughed.

“So I was ok with Jeff at first. But the next
time we’re in that position, his fingers are going wild back there,
probing me like I was a captured human specimen on a fucking UFO. I
was like, hey buddy, give it a break. Unlike my pussy, I have to
use that for other things.”

I was laughing hard, trying to catch my
breath.

“So he backed off. Then the next time, he’s
licking my pussy, you know, up and down, up and down, all the way
from the top to the bottom, nice long licks. I was enjoying myself
until I noticed his tongue would wander south of the border now and
then. Lick-lick-lick, and then a little swirl down over my asshole.
I’m like, fine, go ahead if that’s your thing. It feels weird, but
not too bad. Just don’t plan on kissing me when you’re done.”

My sides were hurting from laughing so
much.

“And then it’s lick-swirl-lick, then
lick-swirl-swirl, and then he dropped all pretenses of being
interested in my vagina, and went to town like he’d given up
chocolate for lent and it was finally Easter morning. He was
actually fucking my ass with his tongue. Which, to be honest,
wasn’t that bad, and I managed to come by diddling myself while he
was busy down there.”

“But of course, he wasn’t happy with just
that, and he wanted to put his dick in next. And as you well know,
he’s not a small guy, and as you can see, I’m a petite lady. I’m
not good at math, but that addition wasn’t adding up to be a
pleasurable experience. He tried talking me into it, and when I
said no, it seemed like it was all he could think about. I finally
had to end it to spare my sanity.”

I was finally able to catch my breath, and I
nodded. “It was all the same with me, even the tongue fucking.”

She grinned. “Did he go nuts when you didn’t
let him ass fuck you?”

I blushed and she looked surprised. “You let
him?”

I gave her an embarrassed shrug. “I was
curious.”

“And?”

“A little painful at first, but not too
bad.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. Not something I want to do all the
time, but yeah.”

“You’re a better woman than me. So why’d you
break it off?”

I blushed again. “Well, his obsession didn’t
end with ass fucking.”

She looked confused. “I’m not following. What
comes after that?”

“Well, with Jeff, what comes after that is
him asking me if he could watch.”

Her brow furrowed. “Watch? Watch what?”

I could feel the blush heating my cheeks.
“Me.”

“You?”

“Yeah, he wanted to watch me take a
shit.”

Her eyes went wide. “No fucking way!”

“And it gets worse.”

“How could it fucking possibly get
worse?”

“He wanted me to do it while we were
sixty-nining – with me on top.”

She stared at me without speaking. Then she
said, “If you tell me you said yes, I’m leaving. Even if I have to
fucking walk home.”

I laughed hard again. “Of course not. That
was the reason I broke it off.”

She relaxed. “Oh thank god.”

“But,” I added, “after we broke up, he dated
Marilyn West for six months.” I grinned.

“Oh shit. Now I have to think about what that
cow did with him. Thanks a lot.”

We were laughing hard when the boys rejoined
us.

“What’s so funny?” Joey asked, sitting beside
me and looking delicious as he dripped onto the deck.

“We’re just swapping girl stories,” I
replied, leaning into him.

He kissed me, and our tongues touched
briefly. He said, “You’re not sharing any of our secrets, are
you?”

“Of course,” I replied with a grin. “That’s
what we girls do.”

We kissed again, and his tongue explored my
mouth. I sucked on it softly, capturing it between my teeth. I
could feel the sexual tension of the day settling into my crotch,
causing a tightening sensation, accompanied by a slipperiness.