(Note to the reader: This is the fourth and final chapter of the first part of a three part erotic novella I've tentatively titled "Making Love to Horrible People." Each part consists of about 4 or 5 chapters. I hope you enjoy it. Any feedback is more than welcome. Please look for the next part, titled "The Yard Sale." Coming soon!)
For a few weeks, Dan and Jen were sweet to each other. He brought her coffee and donuts and helped her wake up in the morning and she made (well, mostly just bought) dinner and proofread his stories and stayed as quiet as possible when he went to sleep. They made love a couple of times instead of fucking each other and it seemed almost great.
Time does funny things to a relationship, though. It seems to work on it and twist it no matter how hard you try to keep it straight. It warps it like rain on a hardwood deck. They were both old enough and smart enough to know there was no such thing as all-season weatherproofing for love. That thing just had to bear it all and either crack and crumble or twist and turn and creep and somehow survive. They had been with each other for two years now and could think of nothing else but pleasing each other and sustaining their love. But, they were bored. Individually, Dan and Jen both found the creeping weed of true love just took too long in between each blossom. The winter was closing in and they were getting anxious.
It was just after Halloween and they had started to adventurously role-play with each other again, trying to breathe life onto quietly suffocating flames. They were master and slave, daddy and daughter, rapist and victim. They even had sex in the bathroom at a Halloween party of a friend... loudly. It was fun for a while, but they both knew they were trying to fill some space neither of them could mention. The hole between them that they danced around was widening and now it seemed they were only holding onto each other by their outstretched fingertips.
"Kristen called me the other day," Jen said as they sat on the futon and watched TV. Dan felt a little frost creep over his chest.
"Oh, yeah? How's she doing?"
"Good. She has a boyfriend," Jen said as she ripped out a hangnail on her thumb with her teeth. Inspecting it, she said, "Doesn't fuck her as much as she'd like. She says he hardly ever is in the mood."
"That sucks," Dan said. His mind did somersaults trying to comprehend a man who wouldn't constantly be turned on by Kristen.
"She wants us to fuck in front of them," Jen said bluntly.
Dan processed this as quickly as possible. "What like, in her bedroom or something?"
"No, his parents are away for the week and he's house sitting. She wants to have us over for drinks and introduce us to him as brother and sister," she said with a bemused smile as she trimmed her nails with a clipper.
"And after a couple of polite drinks we sneak off to the parents' bedroom and fuck each other while they watch from outside the door?" Wasn't hard for Dan to fill in the blanks there. He'd seen more than one porn clip that featured that kind of thing. "Sounds like it could be hot."
"I thought so," Jen said. Dan snuck a sideways glance at her and she seemed genuine. It was certainly just another role-playing adventure, but it was at least one they hadn't tried yet. Passing the two of them off as brother and sister was certainly not a problem, too. They were both good looking with brown hair and brown eyes and pronounced cheekbones. Early on in their relationship, they had more than one waiter or cashier or passer-by mistake them as siblings. They hadn't really included it in their role-playing, because saying "brother" or "sister" or even "sis" in the throws of passion just doesn't come out as hot as you'd think. Still, to an audience it might.
Jen wore a long satin skirt with a paisley print and a tight black lace blouse. She looked both casual and sexy, a look she had practically perfected. Dan had on a nice Brandini black button down shirt and brown Dockers. His shirt was un-tucked, in keeping with the well-dressed but casual theme. They waited for the front door to open and gave each other a mischievous smile. Soon, Kristen appeared and welcomed them in. Tom, her boyfriend was there, too. He was tall, maybe an inch or two taller than Dan, and thin and good-looking in a scruffy, straggly hair kind of way.
They enjoyed some drinks and talked and laughed for a while. Dan couldn't sense any awkwardness from Kristen, besides just trying to keep Tom involved in the conversation. The two women mostly dominated it, but Dan and Tom contributed with the requisite humorous and lewd observation. Dan could tell Tom was smarter than he let on, but was intensely shy. After she finished her second Madras, Jen squeezed his knee and excused herself for the bathroom. That was her signal and Dan waited a few minutes and pressed the couple for the story of how they met. He didn't listen to a word. Soon, he excused himself and said he needed to use the facilities as well.
Kristen had told Jen when they set this up that Tom's parents' bedroom was on the second floor and had its own bathroom. If they used that and then moved into the bedroom with the lights on while the lights were off in the hallway outside and the door open halfway, they could keep the illusion that they were being observed unnoticed while they had sex. In the bathroom, Dan and Jen went over the little story they had cooked up and tried to keep from giggling.
After about ten minutes, the time Jen and Kristen had agreed upon, Jen exited and walked to the dresser with the big mirror over it. The girl and her boyfriend should soon be peaking at them, if they weren't already. The half-open door gave a clear view of the bottom half of the bed and the dresser. Jen pretended to lean over it and inspect her make-up in the mirror. Dan soon followed and moved to stand close behind her. His right hand closed over her hip and his left played with her hair.
"You look so sexy tonight," he said playfully.
Jen elbowed him away. "Come on! Quit teasing, Dan!"
"I'm serious!" he said as he grabbed both of Jen's hips and pulled her ass to his waist. "I think we should fuck."
She gave a hard shove backwards. "You wish."
Dan regained his hold on her hips and rubbed his pelvis against her ass cheeks through the fabrics of their clothes. "That's not what you said this morning."
Jen placed both hands on the dresser and looked at his face in the mirror. "That was different. I didn't expect to find you like that."
