Six months ago, I was a different person. That's about when it started; the day I met Bill and Amy. I was a sexually frustrated, twenty-five year old, single Christian. I had a deep, sexual crush on an eighteen-year-old girl in my church. I was profoundly sorry for, and repentant of, my handful of sexual experiences, yet I masturbated daily. I often felt guilty and miserable afterward.
The day before I met Bill and Amy was a Sunday. There were really only two things about church that I enjoyed. I had stopped having any kind of spiritual experience when my parents stopped attending. I respected their agnosticism and began to lose interest in dogma. But I still attended weekly, and there were two reasons. The first was the girl. Helena. She had been just one of the church kids until I saw her in a slinky dress at a church wedding that summer. She had gorgeous curves, inquisitive eyes and a tantalizing smile. We had recently established a weekly routine of eye-humping each other at every possible opportunity during the service.
The second reason I chose to continue going through the motions at church was a number of real, meaningful friendships that would be all but impossible to maintain if I gave up the "faith." I had had good times with a lot of these people over the years, and I generally liked being around them. It had never occurred to me that their iron-age mythology bore the primary responsibility for my sexual insecurity.
But enough with boring background stuff. The day before I met Bill and Amy was a Sunday. After the service I spotted Helena in the middle of the buzzing sanctuary, in line for the customary pastor-handshake-thing. She immediately met my eyes and I motioned to the side hallway and cafeteria with a slight tilt of my head and roll of my eyes. Without waiting to see her reaction, I strode past the rest of the crowd, shaking a couple hands and spewing one or two have-a-nice-weeks. I walked most of the way to the cafeteria before she caught up with me. She smiled at me. Her eyes glittered with the same mischievous spark that I enjoyed so much for an hour every week.
I realized I had never spoken to her before. She had been just a kid for all the time I had known her. Ok, so I hadn't even known her at all. I was aware of her existence and her name. Aside from those basic existential trivia, she was a total stranger. She was a total stranger with pert, supple breasts and perfectly complementary hips and ass.
"What's up?" Helena's voice was small, but somehow mysterious.
"I have to be honest with you," my voice shook and I couldn't help chuckling at myself. "I really only wanted to see if you'd come. I hadn't planned anything past this."
"So you made me follow you out here for nothing?" Helena raised an eyebrow, but she was still smiling.
I leaned in and kissed her. My lips brushed hers softly and she moved in to meet me. I instantly felt a twitch from inside my pants and consciously willed it away. I did not want to find out what it was like to have an erection at church. The fight against arousal was ultimately futile. Our lips parted in harmony and our tongues met in the void our mouth created. I put my arms around her lower back and pulled her against me. Helena's arms locked behind my neck and she pressed her body against mine. Her breasts pressed against my chest, and my nostrils filled with her clean, intoxicating scent. My last resistance to erection evaporated, and I knew she could feel it pressed against her stomach.
I pulled back from her then, cringing at the thought of Helena's father finding us this way. I would have preferred to bring her into one of the Sunday School classrooms, but I parted and tried to tuck my erection somewhere it wouldn't be so obvious.
"Now's probably not the best..." I paused, remembering that I needed to breath. "See you next week?"
Helena smiled and kissed me again. It was brief but full of tenderness and a deep, heart-pounding longing. Then she took off back down the hall. I went to the bathroom to think about baseball and wait for my erection to dissipate.
That was the day before I met Bill and Amy. It was exciting, to be sure, but the next day was when things really started to go sideways.
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I woke the next morning to the sound of my alarm, rudely pulling me from a dream in which I was sneaking around a party with no pants on, trying to find Helena. It was more frustrating than anything else. Even if my alarm hadn't put an end to it, I doubt I would have found Helena in that dream anyway. My memory held a dream in which I knew I could find her. I spent my entire morning burning yesterday's experience into my mind.
After some push-ups and a run, I showered and set off for work. I was, to a certain extent, proud of my seven years of experience. The pay was not fantastic, but I managed to have fun. I worked for the cable company. And before you get any ideas, I should make it clear that I had never had any type of wild, porno-style, cliché sexual adventures. Pulling your pants down on the job is one of the things that gets you fired, and that in a hurry.
Bill and Amy Ramsey had just bought their first house on Franklin Avenue and I was there to install their cable TV, internet and phone. The day was hot and humid, not a great day for moving and unpacking. The house was littered with open boxes, the walls were bare, and the furniture made haphazard obstacles around the house.
"Do you want some water, James?" Bill asked, after we had made our introductions and I had begun my work. Bill was nearly as tall as I was, muscular and tanned. His wife, Amy, was beautiful and slender, with fine, black hair and big, dark eyes. Her slender frame carried tantalizing feminine curves.
"I'd love some water," I said, wiping sweat from my forehead. "Thank you."
Amy opened the refrigerator and produced a bottle of cold water. I thanked her and took a long drink.
"I am going to try out the pool," Amy said to her husband, and Bill smiled.
"We made sure the pool was ready for use before we moved," Bill said.
"Probably a good call," I said.
I headed down to the basement to work, and Bill and Amy headed upstairs to change for swimming. I watched Amy's bottom as she turned the corner at the bottom of the stairs. I tried to imagine her in a skimpy bikini as I made my way down into the basement. The Christian that was still somewhere inside me told me not to covet another man's wife. The rest of me enjoyed the visual.
Half of the basement was utilities, laundry and storage. The other half was a sitting room with a television and a sectional sofa, with a sliding glass door that looked out onto the patio and the pool. I smiled at the view and thought I might get a chance to see Amy's bathing suit after all.
I worked slowly, watching periodically over my shoulder out onto the patio. Eventually, Bill and Amy came down the stairs from the deck outside the kitchen and I was treated to the sight of the young couple in their summer best. Amy's body was even more spectacular than I had imagined through her clothes. Her breasts threatened to spill out of her small top, and her bottoms framed her ass beautifully. I couldn't help but be impressed by Bill, too. He wore only his swim trunks, which rested low on his hips. His wide shoulders and chest glistened in the sun, and his abs rippled as he moved. They were a beautiful couple.
I returned to my work and left them to swim. Eventually I made my way up to their bedroom, where I set up a television and their computer. The clothes they had been wearing were strewn on the floor and furniture. Amy's bra and panties were actually sitting on the chair at the computer desk. I relished the opportunity to pick them up and toss them onto the floor so I could sit.
When I was finished, I looked out the window and down onto the patio, where Amy was now reclining in the sun. Her body glistened with pool water in the sun. Her arms moved and I suddenly realized her hand had been between her legs. My breath shortened at the thought and I watched closer. That was when Bill strode out from the direction of the sliding glass door. He was naked. I almost gasped out loud, until I remembered the window was open and they would hear me. Bill's big dick dangled in front of him as her walked toward Amy. Amy sat up and smiled at him. She reached out and grasped her husband's cock and guided it into her mouth.
I backed away from the window, sure that they were going to look up at any minute and see me staring at them. I realized my cock was hard and I tried to adjust it in my pants. My face flushed, hot and red with the guilt of simply having seen them for an instant.
