Ciara and I were having breakfast a few days later -- Linda had to meet with the insurance adjuster, and left early for her meeting.
Between bites of toast Ciara looked at me. "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure" I said -- wondering what was next.
"It isn't weird having Linda stay with us, is it?"
"Weird, what do you mean?"
"Last night, when you were on Zoom calls until 9 -- she and I had dinner and a couple of glasses of wine. She asked me if I was happy with you."
"What are you trying to tell me? Is there something I should be worried about?"
"No, no, that's not it at all. Yes, I'm very happy. It was like...I don't know, almost like she was sad or jealous, but not in a mean kind of way. I told her I was very happy, and she said 'I figured as much, as I used to hear you guys through the walls sometimes before my house was destroyed. My bedroom is on the other side of yours -- these row houses have such thin walls.' "
"Maybe 'jealous' isn't the right word -- I don't know, 'envious' maybe? She told me that her husband hadn't touched her in the two years before he died -- his heart attack had spooked him. As she put it to me, "he was never very adventurous in bed, but something was better than nothing and I miss it."
"That's kind of sad more than anything."
"I know. Then she added that she heard us on Monday when we were having sex - she said it reminded her of what she was missing, and, well, as she put it to me, 'It was like I had my own personal porn soundtrack and it did the trick for me.' "
I couldn't help but smile. "Well, 'we' do get loud sometimes, but I think that's hot."
"Stop, you're embarrassing me."
"Really, because you look happy, not embarrassed." I nodded my head and looked at her breasts -- her nipples were poking through her t-shirt.
She reached over to slap me playfully. "God, you have one thing on your mind all the time."
"In this case two things, but who's counting?"
"So you don't think it is weird?"
"What? That hearing other people having sex makes her horny? Not at all. I think it's a compliment -- she's alone, hasn't had sex in how many, four years? The sound of sex turns people on -- that's pretty normal. She shared this with you - she trusts you deeply."
"Well, there's more."
"More?"
"She told me that she'd given up on being with a man ever again. She said nobody would ever find her attractive -- that she's 'saggy and heavy' -- her exact words -- and said 'you're in great shape Ciara, you've got great boobs, haven't put on much weight, no wonder he's hot for you.' She was looking at me when she said this, I don't know, like she was checking me out."
"I thought women did that to each other all the time? Compared themselves, talked about their 'best features' or whatever. I think she's flattering you. I mean, it is true -- but your great curves are just one reason I can't keep my hands off of you. And she is heavy, I mean, sounds like she's just being honest."
"But don't you think this is a little weird?"
"Weird? No. We're probably just driving her crazy. Hey, if I'm not mistaken, I think your sweet, little, hard nipples are about to tear holes in your t-shirt -- I think you like talking about this..." I reached over to gently brush each of her breasts with my hand, and she shivered.
"God, how do you do that, make me want you."
"Like this." I looked at her as I pulled her t-shirt up, then pulled down her bra, and leaned in to teasingly kiss her nipples.
"Stop" she said as she placed her hands on my head and pulled me tighter against her breasts as they flattened under my face. "What if Linda comes back?"
"Well, maybe she wants to watch us, too, not just hear us through the walls. That way she gets the video and the soundtrack. She could see firsthand what a slut you are and masturbate as she watches you suck my cock until I cum in your mouth and drip down your chin, and she can hear how you beg for it in your pussy..." I rubbed her pussy as I spoke to her, and she pressed down in her chair against my hand, rubbing back. I felt her wetness coming through the fabric.
"Oh fuck" was all she said as she pulled my mouth more tightly against her nipple -- and then we both heard it at the same time. The key in the front door lock, then the blinds on the door scraping. Linda was back, early.
I pulled away, sat up, pushed my chair back, and smoothed my hair. Ciara pulled up her bra, pulled down her t-shirt, and mouthed the words at me: "You bastard" -- and I smiled as I slowly ran my fingers across my lips, as if brushing off breakfast crumbs.
Linda walked into the kitchen, oblivious. "Hi, that didn't take nearly as long as I thought. The adjuster said he'd never seen such a mess and they'd cover everything. I'm so relieved. Is the coffee still hot?"
I got up to get her a cup of coffee and some toast, and from behind her -- as she spoke to Ciara -- I could see that Ciara's face was flushed and her nipples were poking through her t-shirt, still hard from my mouth. Linda had to notice -- but of course, wasn't go to say anything. I put Linda's coffee on the table in front of her, and took my leave.
"I've got to head upstairs for my next Zoom call -- glad things worked out with the adjuster Linda. See you guys later."
As I walked out of the kitchen I saw Linda glancing down at Ciara's chest, Ciara's nipples still poking out like two buttons, and remembered how they felt against my lips and tongue.
