"You want me to what?"
To say I was surprised would be an understatement. You could also add conflicted, dejected and bewildered.
"I really can't say it any simpler, it's just something I would like to do, it's something I thought you might be in to. It's just like porn, you watch porn, and that's what this is, I want you to watch, kind of like live porn."
We were several months in to what Mina termed "our arrangement." It certainly wasn't a relationship, well not one in the typical sense of the word. As neighbours we would visit each other sometimes for a chat, sometimes for a meal and sometimes for a fuck.
Mina had made it clear from the outset that she was not a relationship type of person and never allowed me to expect any form of exclusivity. We might go for a meal now and again, go to the cinema and so on but we didn't date, she was a free agent.
Despite me agreeing to her terms regarding our arrangement, I'd be lying if I did not admit to feeling at least a modicum of possessiveness regarding her. I didn't think she was mine, but there was a certain feeling of our arrangement being something I treasured. I simply chose to ignore the possibility that she saw other men. The thing was that the sex was just so good, infrequent maybe, but always worth waiting for and the woman was a goddess. So, I'd have agreed to almost anything. Almost being the operative word.
"So how did you come up with this plan?" I asked.
"I've always liked the way men look at me, I've got something men want and I get to control if, how, where and how often they get it. I'm a sexual person, it turns me on when I know a man is looking at me and wants me. What I am asking is just an extension of that."
She was totally correct in her assumptions regarding men wanting her. I took phenomenal pleasure in seeing the way men would look at her if we were out together. "yeah bud, look all ya want but I know every line, crease, curve and tone of that body, I'm the one that stands a good chance of exploring them all later." It was an ego trip of note to be out in public with Mina. Every man wanted the woman I was with.
Mina, never dressed slutty, she almost never wore anything you would term revealing. She just had a way with clothes and fashion that accentuated every luscious curve of her body and skin tone. Whether it was torn jeans and a tshirt or a full-on ball gown she never looked less than a million dollars.
Naked, well naked, Mina looked better than any man could imagine when they mentally undressed her. Five foot five, a perfectly toned body, incredible boobs, a full curvy ass, lustrous wavy jet-black hair, piercing almost black eyes and a blemishless mocha skin tone.
We had ended up in bed the previous night which had resulted in me feeling like king of the hill. I had woken first and was just relishing the sight of her lightly covered body. I really could look at her for hours, drinking in the obscene beauty that she possessed. She woke with a sleepy seductive smile that I wasn't sure was cute, pretty, seductive or outrageously sexy. The sun was streaming in the windows. It was one of those warm comfy slow mornings, one made for wrapping yourself around a beautiful woman and relishing the feeling of magnificence.
Laying on her side facing me, Mina had brought all feelings of magnificence on my part crashing to the ground.
"You want me to watch you fuck another man?" Incredulous as my tone was, I couldn't stop myself from asking. I was amazed, a little disturbed and not terribly happy, but was hiding it well.
"Yes. There is not much more I can say about what I want to do. You know the why, I find it a turn on."
"So, who's going to be the lucky man and why do you want me in particular to watch?" I was not altogether enamoured with the idea of watching Mina get fucked by someone else but curiosity was getting the better of me.
"Look, I really don't know who, I'm sure a lot of men wouldn't like to be watched, but I'm sure there's plenty that wouldn't mind. As for why I want you to watch, there's a few reasons. You look at me sometimes like you love me, don't get me wrong, it's very flattering for me, but you shouldn't love me. I'm the wrong woman for that. You watching another man fuck me reinforces the fact that you shouldn't love me, that what we have is a sexual friendship and no more than that. Then there's the fact that I know you love watching me. Hell, you watch me sunbathing, in the shower, playing with myself so why not watch me have sex. Also, I trust you, you know my boundaries, limitations and you don't question that. You're an unusual man in that respect. Most men have the need to demand more, to be in control and force their opinions."
Mina certainly knew me well. I was just uncertain as to whether I could watch her fuck another man without feeling jealous, neglected or generally upset at the whole thing.
"Let me have a think about it," I said getting out of her bed. Ordinarily we would lie there for hours chatting fondling and fucking. Today was different, with my mind was spinning I had an urge to be alone.
"You see that is what I told you I didn't want, the sullen jealousy," Mina said angrily. "I'm not yours, I'm no one's, you have no claim over me, so don't go getting all irate on me. It's just some fun, but if you can't handle it then just go!" She turned away from me covering herself in the sheet and went silent.
"I'll see you later," I said getting only a grunt in return.
Mina was of course right. While I wouldn't say I was in love with her, I certainly looked at her as more than a fuck buddy. Exactly what I looked at her as, I was not sure of. She was also right in that the more I thought of her over being a friend who I sometimes fucked, the more I would risk screwing it all up. I knew that but really couldn't help myself sometimes.
I didn't see Mina for the rest of the day, or the next. Walking past her house on the evening of the third day it was obvious she was out. The lights were off and her car was gone. Mina was, in my mind sending me a clear message.
I went about my business, going to work, achieving the amazing for the ungrateful on time and under budget, doing the mundane stuff that being an adult requires. All the while feeling like a forlorn teenager suffering from the worst kind of unrequited crush.
It was a few days later still before I saw Mina.
"Hi Geoff."
"AAAAAARRRRRGGH FUCK IT!" The damned woman was part ninja. Not for the first time, I hadn't heard her coming around the back to my patio door. I was already in tears, from chopping onions, and was now bleeding like a stuck pig having sliced the top of my thumb.
Turning around wrapping a tea towel around my hand I saw her standing there. In a light summer dress looking every bit as amazing as always. I couldn't help myself and smiled.
