It started eight months ago. She was at a gig in a pub quite near my house. It started snowing while she was in the concert, and by the time she got out it was the usual chaos that first snowfall always brings. No taxi to be had, and heavy snow still falling, no chance of a bus at that time of night. So I got a rap on the door at half one in the morning, and stood in my dressing gown with bleary eyes facing two frozen teen-aged girls.
Carly had been accompanied by Genie. (I'm not making that name up. Gennifer for long) I knew Carly because I knew her mother. I sometimes worked with her. I had met Carly when she was a kid, and she had been to my flat with her mum a few times. So her turning up at my place that night sort of made sense.
They rang home and said they were staying with me, and I spoke to her mother and said it was okay. I gave them blankets and pillows and told them they could fight over who got the sofa. My flat had only one bed. What might have been the second bedroom was my office and workshop.
So they settled down and I staggered off to bed and was just drifting off when I heard a sound.
It was a gasp, followed by a giggle, and a half whispered "Be quiet, you'll wake him!"
A slight less whispered reply was quick to follow "Who cares? Maybe he'd come and play too?"
"Eeww! No way!"
"What do you mean 'Eeww'? I think he's quite dishy."
"More like dishwater! Honestly Carly, you have no taste in men!"
"I won't argue, because you are simply wrong, I think he is very handsome, and a nice guy, and his big deep voice is very sexy. But at least you will agree that I have a very good taste in girls. Who taste very good."
This last pronouncement was followed by a small squeal, a giggle and some moans, with faint kissing and sucking noises.
It was clear what was going on. The question was what to do?
I had realised that it was Carly who had said she fancied me, Genie who had made the disgusted sound. It was also clearly Carly who had started kissing the other girl again and, I was quite sure, going down on her. Should I wander out and interrupt? Go and play?
The sound of Genie's heavy breathing, rasping in her throat, interspersed with suppressed gasps and cries, was fascinating, and dreadfully arousing. If I walked out there now, naked and with a throbbing hard on, how would they react? Would Carly really welcome me, or would the pair scream and cry rape? Would an already aroused Genie beckon me on and get over her avowed aversion? Would it turn out that Carly's talk was all just front, like Mena Suvari in American Beauty?
I heard Genie come. It couldn't be anything else. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, ears straining, heart racing, cock pulsing.
Silence. What was happening? Was it too late to go out there now?
I imagined them curled up around each other, naked, or just semi dressed, gently kissing and drifting to sleep. I couldn't walk in on that. Screams would be certain.
I quietly went to the door and listened again. There were faint sounds of low voices. Intimate talk, pillow talk.
Was that a sigh? A groan?
Yes. A groan, and a gasp. And Carly's voice deepened by lust saying "Oh god, girl, you are good at that!"
Then a high pitched squeak, and a laugh, and more groaning.
Genie was playing with Carly now. Frigging her? Licking her out? Who was on top? Were they both naked?
My mind raced, images set themselves to the sounds I heard, and I hardly noticed that my hand was stroking my foreskin back and forth in time to the girlish sighs and gasps that made me think of soft hair and hard fingers, firm breasts, slick lips, pulsing flesh, heat and sweat and sweet sticky ...
I came. I think I was quiet. Certainly the girls didn't seem to notice, and carried on for several minutes more until Carly shrieked.
I made it back to bed and lay there trembling.
In the quiet that followed I was wide awake, berating myself.
On the one hand I was a coward, a pathetic solitary wanker, jerking off to the sounds of two gorgeous, nubile, sexually charged and willing girls, who would have welcomed me to join a threesome and fuck them both all night, if I just had the balls to open the door.
On the other hand I was a dirty old man, a pervert, a potential rapist, a betrayer of the trust given to me by Carly's mother and Genie's parents.
At least, I consoled myself, even if I had perhaps just missed the opportunity of a lifetime, I had missed the opportunity of a long time in jail.
I woke late. I had not set an alarm, and I had just finished one hell of a week at work. I had needed the sleep, and had no plans for the day. I drifted up to consciousness, and revelled in the warmth of the duvet and the knowledge that it was Saturday. It took a few moments for the memory of the night before to kick in. I was suddenly, absolutely, awake.
No sound. I threw on a robe, and then rethought my outfit and added boxer shorts.
