"Sounds right."
"Linda had way too much to drink, especially after spending all day in the sun, and she crashed out early. I don't know why, but I was wide awake, sitting in Linda's room, watching her snore. I don't even know what I did, watched some television, did and redid my nails. I think I picked up one of Linda's romance novels and skimmed through it, looking for the sex scenes. My 'boyfriend' was in France and I was unfulfilled. I mean horny."
Bill's eyes opened wide, surprised by her candor. Megan blushed.
"What can I say? I was horny and there was nothing I could do about it."
"Sure," Bill said, slightly out of breath.
"It was like one thirty when you came home. I thought maybe it was your parents but they weren't supposed to be home. I didn't really think about you living there, so I was curious and a little scared. You made noises, you know, getting stuff from the kitchen and then you turned on the television. I was relieved when you did that, because I figured there was no way a prowler would turn on the television. Then I remembered Linda telling me you were home. So I decided to check it out."
"Your house had stairs from the upstairs bedrooms along the back wall of the family room. So I'm creeping like a little kid along those stairs until I get a view of you sitting on the recliner, eating a sandwich and watching television. You looked dreamy, kicked back and relaxing. I sighed and you looked around as if you heard me but I was in the dark and so you went back to your sandwich."
"So you were spying on me."
"Exactly. I couldn't help it. You were this hot older guy and I was a horny young woman. I didn't have the nerve to just walk down and get into your business, so I just hid on the stairs and watched you."
Bill smiled. "Creepy."
"Yeah. After you finished eating, you pulled a joint out of your wallet and lit up. I was so shocked, not because I had anything against weed, but smoking right there in your parents' family room, that was bold."
"They were out of town."
"Still, I couldn't believe it. Then you went over to a cabinet, reached deep inside and pulled out a video tape."
"Uh oh."
"Popped in an old video porn and sat back to suck on your doobie. This girl's mind was blown."
"I can imagine."
"People get naked on the television and I'm crouched on the stairs in my t-shirt and panties. You're just kicked back, getting high. Part of me was dying to walk down, take a hit from you and start a conversation. But with the porno rolling, I didn't dare."
"Too bad."
"Too bad, indeed. You sat the roach down and tugged your pants open. Now there are people screwing on television and I'm staring at this huge erection."
"Whoa."
"I'd never seen anything like it," said Megan, almost whispering. "I was mesmerized, staring hard at your big dick. I was awestruck and holding my breath. Then you started stroking it. My fingers instinctively moved down to my panties, which were completely soaked by this point."
"Really."
"I was matching your rhythm stroke for stroke, rubbing myself in tempo with you. It was a strange, kinky kind of sex."
