Chapter 6-- Voyeur's Jackpot
Kazelle, on her way back from band practice, is in a full sprint back towards the flat. Seeing the sudden torrent, she has decided to leave her precious electric guitar in a locked cabinet back at the studio. As she rounds a corner, she nearly collides with an elderly woman in long black habit, holding an umbrella in one hand and leading a golden-haired little girl with the other.
"I'm sorry, Sister." Though not particularly religious, Kazelle finds herself subconsciously uttering the title in her apology.
"No worries, my daughter. Excuse us." The nun responds in a low raspy voice as she shuffles past the young woman without looking up, making an emphasis to shield the little girl on the opposite side.
Kazelle continues on a bit further, then, as if realizing something, turns her head back. The nun and the small girl had vanished by now. For a moment, Kazelle thought it a bit strange for a nun and a little girl to be wandering about on a college campus, but quickly dismisses it as none of her business and goes on her way...
"My, it's really tipping down now. Who would've thought?" Colette mutters to herself as she sprints to her student residential flat, barely shielding her head with one arm. As she pushes open the door and vanishes into the building, Melvin stops about fifty meters behind.
("That must be her student housing...Shit! What should I do now? They probably check IDs at the front desk.")
Melvin restlessly looks about and spots a walkway leading between Colette's and the neighboring building. He quickly ducks into the narrow alley, hoping to find a back door on the other side.
What he finds instead is an unkempt grassy hill about a hundred meters behind the building, leading up into a mass of trees and untrimmed shrubs. Melvin, being the opportunist that he is, quickly scampers up the hill while rainwater slaps against his cheeks and forehead, slipping several times over the muddy slope.
As he makes it to the top and camps himself under the shelter of a large tree, he finds almost perfect cover behind a large bush from where he can face the windows into each room. The thick foliage, augmented by the approaching night and the weather, renders him almost invisible from inside the flat. Having settled into his hiding spot, he points the camcorder and zooms in from window to window...
("Com'on...com'on...Where are you? Proper Jammy! I've found you, my short-haired goddess!")
Melvin holds his position as one of the rooms light up. In walks Colette, drenched and in the process of removing her shoes. The camera zooms in with a whirl...
"Phew! Time to get out of these!" As Colette strips down to her knickers and bra, she fetches a towel and rubs it in her dripping blonde hair.
"Could really use a drink right about now...and some music!"
Her hair disheveled, she tosses the towel to the end of her bed and saunters over to the mini-fridge, flicking the radio on as she passes the nightstand.
"Whoo! That's more like it!"
Pop! As she takes a swig of the ice-cold brew that fizzes from the can, her hips naturally sway to the pop song that blares over the radio:
("♪ Let's get physical, physical...♫" "♩ I want to get physical...♬")
"Nothing like a little booze and music for a good time. Though in this rain, I wonder if Zelle is...Ah! Speak of the devil!"
The door squeaks open. Colette spins around to greet her flatmate, who is drenched from top to bottom, except her hair, which she manages to keep dry by holding a bag over her head. Melvin zooms in on her curiously:
("Who's this goth babe? Are they roommates?")
"Welcome home, love! Looks like you went for a swim as well."
"Haha, yeah. I'm dying to get outta these. They're piss soaked!" As Kazelle begins to peel her black T-shirt off her body, Colette prances back over to the fridge.
"Fancy a brew and some music while you're at it? It's on the house in Club Colette!"
"Haha, thanks love. A cold one sounds delightful. Heavy metal and punk rock is more of my jam. But this song is a classic!"
("♫ Let me hear your body talk, your body talk. ♬")
Kazelle cracks open the can as she pulls down her jeans, swaying her hips in her black knickers as she pulls her head back for a swig. Colette watches her roommate's gyrating hip with a salacious grin and mischevious glimmer in her eyes. She could feel her heart skip a beat.
("♫ Let me hear your body talk... ♪")
"Say, Zelle...?"
"Hmm?"
"Umm...how long have we known each other?" Colette can feel her face suddenly getting hot and having a bit difficulty breathing.
"Hmm...let's see. We met when when we became flatmates 4 years ago, at the start of college, right? Why do you ask?"
"Well...it's just..." Colette fidgets about as she struggles to push out the words. She glances up at Kazelle bashfully, not certain if it is geniune attraction built up over the years or the alcohol doing its work that makes this raven-haired gothic beauty suddenly so irresistible.
"...I've always thought you were totally gorgeous. I just wonder why I've never seen you with any lads...you know, other than your band mates..."
"Haha, I could say the same of you." Kazelle retorts playfully, still dancing about in her knickers and black cotton tanktop, seemingly oblivious to Colette's intoxicated advances.
"Who needs a boyfriend when I've got such a smashing roomie?"
"Haha. are you trying to chat me u..." Before Kazelle could finish her response, Colette leans in and ambushes her with a soft peck on the lips. The typically cool Kazelle is speechless for a moment, and then turns bright red as she flusters:
"Colette, you... Wh...what was that?! Are you off your trolley?!"
"Heehee...Maybe just...a bit...tipsy..." Colette can feel her chest pounding wildly as a tingling sensation crawls over her thighs. "Sorry, it's just...I couldn't help myself. I think you're totally luscious...If you didn't like that, I promise I won't do it again."
Kazelle leans back against the nightstand to catch her breath, raking one hand through her hair and taking a moment to process what had just happen. Then, to Colette's pleasant surprise, replies with a hesitant blush:
"Well...I didn't...
dislike it
...It felt kinda nice. And...well, I fancy you quite a bit, too...
As a friend
, of course." Kazelle continues on, averting her gaze and finding it increasingly difficult to push out the words. "But, umm....if you want to be... a bit more than that... Well, I wouldn't really mind..."
As she finally lifts her eyes to meet Colette's, the short-haired blonde has already leaned in for another kiss, this time more lingering as Colette softly nibbles her lower lips. When they finally part, a trail of glistening saliva lingers between their mouths.
("♪ You're bringing out the animal in me... ♬")
"Say, Zelle...? Would you mind trying... something else with me?" Colette gingerly steps back and waltzes over to her bed, hesitantly pulling out a box from underneath. "This is a bit more...risque. So if you don't want to do it I'd totally understand."
"Uh oh, what is it?" Kazelle tries to brace herself as she enters new territory. But nothing prepares her for what Colette pulls out of the box. She lets out an audible gasp with her lips gaping open and her ocean blue eyes wide with shock. Up on the hill outside, Melvin could hardly believe what he's seeing.
"Tada!"
"Oh my...!"
("Oh yes! Is that...?")
Wrapped around Colette's fingers: a small tube of lubricating lotion and a rose-colored, double-ended dildo, wobbling about in her hand.
"Why do you have a thing like
that
?!" Kazelle takes a step forward for a closer look, more out of curiosity than distaste.
"Well, I've had it for a while. I only use it when I'm alone..." Colette peeks up at her roommate with a look of embarassment.
"It's massive!"
"I know, right? I usually double penetrate myself when I'm...well...in the mood. But I bet it's more fun with two people." Having gotten over the self-conscious awkwardness of the initial proposition, Colette feels herself growing bolder. She throws Kazelle an enticing wink. "Ya know...I bet it's much better than a
real
one."
Kazelle, eyes still fixed on the 35-cm long silicone shaft incredulously, stammers:
"Well... I couldn't say. I don't really know what a
real
one feels like..." Kazelle stops herself just as she realizes what she has implied. She glances up at her tipsy roommate with a blush.
"Heehee, that makes two of us."
"Wait...does that mean we're both...?"
"Heehee, yep!" Colette coquettishly admits. "And personally, I'd rather have my first time be with
you
than with some manky bloke chatting me up at the pub."
("♫ Let's get physical, physical...♬")
"So...are you up for it?"
Kazelle ponders indecisively, all the time her gaze transfixed on the impressive sex toy, and finally relents:
"Well...I suppose you have a point... So umm... how should we... you know... do it?"
"Well, first we have to use the cream to help your body get in the mood." Colette eagerly takes Kazelle by the hand and leads her with a kittenish giggle. "Here, lean forward over on the kitchen counter."
"Ah...wait a min..."
Before Kazelle can change her mind, Colette squeezes a glop of the love lotion onto her own fingers, pulls down Kazelle's knickers just below her tender buttocks, and reaching down between her flatmate's thighs, begins rubbing the cream against Kazelle's labia from behind.