All participants in this work of fiction are over the age of twenty one.
It's been a few weeks since that night. Deb standing in her neighbour's house and watched her having blindfolded lesbian sex. With her former English teacher Mrs. Jenkins of all people! Deb hasn't told anyone about it but that hasn't stopped her from replaying the scene in her mind though. Or fantasizing. Sometimes Mrs. Jenkins knows someone is there. Sometimes she even knows who.
Sometimes Deb is the one applying the blindfold.
Memory or fantasy scenario, either way it always rushes her towards orgasm. A couple times she thought about doing the blindfold with Brad, her boyfriend, but... well, she doesn't know. Doesn't seem the same. Doesn't... excite her. Thinking about blindfolded Mrs Jenkins certainly does. Blindfolded and playing with herself. Excites Deb so much that she needs to diddle herself too.
Every. Single. Time.
Deb isn't entirely sure how she feels about that.
She has since learned her neighbour's name, Helen Gauthier. She is not married, and apparently, is some big name in home decorating. Or design. Or something with homes anyway. She sure seems to travel a lot. Deb has seen her a few times since, mostly in passing, they are neighbours after all. The first time she was too embarrassed and rushed into the house, lest she be seen. Or worse, look her in the eye. One time, Helen called 'Hello!' and waved as she was getting in her car. Like everything was normal and Deb hadn't watched her have sex. Twice! Rooted to the ground, Deb could only stand, sickly half grin half grimace on her face and give a feeble wave as Helen drove away. After that Deb merely flinched at the sight of her neighbour. And tried to ignore the naughty images flitting through her mind.
Twice Deb noticed Helen had brought someone home with her. Too scared the first time to do anything, she was sorely disappointed the second time. Peeking through the window all they were doing was going over samples and blueprints.
She is also relieved and perhaps slightly disappointed that she hasn't seen Mrs. Jenkins again. Deb isn't sure how she would react. How either of them would react. Would her former teacher even remember her? From school or the coffee shop? Did she even know someone else was in the room while she masturbated as she tongued...
"Damnit! Why did I have to start thinking about that again!" Deb stops weeding the little garden to wipe sweat off her brow. And tries to think of something else before she has to go upstairs and touch herself yet again.
"Here kittie, kittie, kittie." Deb hears causing her heart and stomach both, to lurch as she freezes in place. Her nipples are instantly hard as she knows exactly who is teasing her. And likely why.
Still on her knees, she looks over her shoulder and Helen is standing at the hedge, wearing that wickedly sly smile. Caught like a deer in headlights Deb can only kneel and stare. "Hey kittie kittie can you come out to play? See you tonight? Be sure to wear something... accessible." Helen's smile gets a little more wide and a lot more wicked, when Deb opens and closes her mouth without answering, then can only nod quickly and blush at the same time. With a wink, Helen walks to her car and leaves. Deb gets up and stands for a minute trying very hard not to think about what may...
will?
happen tonight. There is little chance she will be able to finish weeding now.
"Time for a shower." she says to herself. "A cold shower!"
The day crawls on, painfully slow. Deb brushes off Brad when he calls to ask if she wants to see the latest horror/slasher/sci-fi movie. Or was it a comedy? Deb doesn't recall, far too distracted. Thankfully Sandy, her house mate, said she was going out as well. Again Deb doesn't recall exactly what was said. Eventually she manages to distract herself, making dinner following a video recipe and finally the sun has set. Deb stands in front of her mirror trying to figure out which clothes could be considered 'accessible'.
After much internal debate, she settles on a pale pink strapless bra that hooks in the front. Matching pink panties. She ends up taking them off before she even finishes pulling them up her legs.
'Is that accessible... or just slutty?'
Deb chews her bottom lip then shakes her head.
'No. No, it's just sensible.'
Now, what to wear? Pants are out of the question obviously. Skirt and blouse, like Mrs. Jenkins... Deb shies away from the thought, she knows where that will lead. Again! A dress? But which one, not that she has many. Finally she gives up and just picks a dark blue sleeveless button up blouse. Then a black skirt, neither too tight nor too long. Turning this way and that, Deb wishes she had some stockings instead of five pairs of pantyhose.
"Bare legs it is then." she tells her reflection.
Sandy hasn't left yet so Deb sneaks out the back door and slips through the break in the hedge. Now she is standing in the dark at the steps leading to her neighbours back door. And once again is very nervous. Maybe even more so this time.
'Oh god what am I doing! This is crazy!'
Doesn't stop her from climbing the steps though. Deb wonders will she just watch, or will she... She almost laughs,
'Of course I'll be touching myself.! How could I possibly not?
With a nervous shudder she reaches and the door easily opens. Deb creeps inside.
Where the hall meets the living room, she pauses and slowly peeps around the corner. The same lamp is on, but there is no one in the room and the straight back chair is gone.
'Am I too early?'
