For The Fan
Natalie let out a deep sigh standing in front of the community mailbox near the front door of her shabby apartment building. She knew without looking what was inside...more daily reminders of how far behind she was on her bills.
"I know I'm way behind," she muttered to herself while slipping the key into its slot, "I don't need you telling me every day."
Of course, all the companies to which she owed money had an entirely different view and the stuffed mailbox was the result. Money was always tight trying to work as a retail clerk and finish her masters. With the pandemic, it was impossible. She was laid off four months before, quickly going through her meager savings then maxing out her two credit cards. Now she was about to miss another month's rent. The landlady was sympathetic but told Natalie she had bills to pay too.
She grabbed the unwanted mail without looking and trudged up the three flights to her tiny apartment. After letting herself in, she threw the bills on a small cluttered table with the ones from the day before and the day before that and the day before that, slipped off her bra from under her t-shirt, poured herself the last of the cheap wine still in her refrigerator and flopped on the well worn couch.
Something had to change...and change fast...she knew but was flat out of any practical ideas. The college town far from any large city didn't have a lot of opportunities outside the university. She didn't think she could even sell her body there since who would want to pay with so much free eager pussy available all around.
After draining the glass, she stared at it for a moment. She figured she could skip another dinner. After all what girl wouldn't mind losing a few pounds whether she needed to or not. Still, she did want at least another glass of wine to settle her anxiety and maybe get some research done for her thesis.
Without bothering to put her shoes back on, she padded across the hall and knocked loudly on Jerome's door a few times, having to make herself heard over the blaring TV. A moment later, Jerome came to the door, throwing it open when he saw her. She could clearly see the bulge tenting his sweatpants before he turned and walked back to his couch.
"Hi Nat, what can I do for you today?" he asked solicitously as he flopped back on the couch to continue watching the porn video that was playing, while unselfconsciously fondling his stiff dick through his sweats.
"What's the subject today?" she asked as she sat down next to him on the couch and looked at the screen.
"Same old, same old," he replied, not bothering to look her way, "I'm still on MMF bisex."
On the screen, one typically well muscled, heavily tattooed porn actor was plowing his thick cock in and out of a bottle blonde from behind, causing her obviously enhanced tits to sway wildly, while she knelt to take the stiff cock of another equally standard buff guy into her mouth. Over the next few minutes, they changed positions several times amid a chorus of load moans and groans.
Natalie felt a twinge deep in her cunt when the guys lay on their sides sucking each other and the woman hovered over them fingering her smoothly shaved cunt. She never told Jerome that was one of her go to masturbation fantasies lately...having unknown guys watch her masturbate while they jerked off...since first seeing a similar scene at his place sometime earlier.
She glanced over at Jerome, watching him as his eyes glazed over and he reached into his sweatpants to stroke himself. He was at least ten years older than her and something of a professional student. Apparently he, or his family, had the money to entertain his constantly varying interests. In the last six months he decided to change his doctoral dissertation to something about acceptable taboos in contemporary porn. He's explained that meant most things that weren't explicitly illegal but beyond most people's idea of regular sexual activity. Bisexual play was at the top of his list at the moment.
Natalie knew the closing "money shot" was quickly approaching on the video. She squirmed a little in her seat, knowing her panties were growing damper by the second. The porn didn't do anything in particular for her but she really got turned on seeing a guy jerk off. She let out a low gasp when Jerome, as she knew would happen, pushed his sweatpants down, wrapped his hand around his cock and almost perfectly timed his climax with both guys shooting on the woman's face and tits together on the screen.
Jerome kept stroking himself until four spurts of his cum shot on to his bare belly and chest with a fifth barely oozing out over his fingers. Natalie felt another twitch deep in her cunt as he mewled softly when his cum shot out of his dick, a sound that added to her arousal and something she wanted to remember when she masturbated in her bed later.
He took a couple of deep breathes and reached for a box of tissue on the side table above an already half filled wastebasket. After cleaning the spent cum off himself, he threw away the tissue, pushed his deflated cock back into his sweats and turned to Natalie with an unashamed grin on his face.
"So how many was that today?" she asked, gently brushing her stiff left nipple, knowing full well how much he liked seeing her hard nubs pressing through her t-shirt, while making light of his penchant of nonchalantly jerking off in her presence.
"Five...five good ones too," he told her with a crooked smile, squirming a little to settle back in his seat. "Would you like me to put something else on that gets you going more?"
"No...no thanks," Natalie grinned at him, always amazed he somehow managed to turn watching porn and jerking off into an academic field of study, while turning with a leg pulled up under her to face him directly, "you know porn doesn't really do it for me but I do appreciate you letting me watch you jerk off. I really do love that."
"Anytime," he laughed, "but then you'd have to move in if you wanted to watch every time on a given day. You don't have to be shy here either and can openly play with yourself watching me anytime you want."
"Naw, I'd rather let your imagination run wildly picturing the way I finger myself when I go home," she teased him, "thinking how my nipples stiffen, my pussy gets all moist and puffy and how loudly I groan when I cum."
"You never did tell me if you squirt," he said seriously, his hand again rubbing over his crotch.
"A girl needs to have a few secrets," she grinned, batting her eyes at him in mock innocence, "but that's not what I came here to talk to you about."
"Well fire away then," he feigned pouting, his laughter dancing in his eyes. "If you're not going to ravage me or indulge my perversions, I might as well listen to what you have to say."
