When Sarah and I started fooling around, I fell head over heels in love with her. I got over that pretty quickly; Sarah was fickle, self-centered, cold, and manipulative. I stayed around though, because I liked the sex.
It started with “practice kissing”, and moved rapidly from there to full-on lesbian licking and fucking. Sarah always got what Sarah wanted. I was eighteen, and almost totally clueless about sex. I had barely made the connection between the button above my pee-hole that I liked to rub at night and the things that I knew boys and girls did together. I learned a lot from Sarah that year. I learned about orgasms, and I learned that I loved having orgasms on her face. But even more than that, I loved giving her orgasms. I loved putting my face between her pale thighs and tonguing her juicy pussy for hours on end, sucking on her pink little clit and licking and fingering her until she had had enough. I spent many happy hours going down on Sarah.
We were hanging out in Sarah’s room. I had just finished giving Sarah an orgasm; her wetness was still sticky on my face. I loved looking at her naked: I thought she had a wonderful body, all curvy and sexy. Her boobs were well developed, big and bouncy, and she had a full patch of reddish brown hair covering her pussy. I had neither big breasts, nor a very hairy pussy. I had my period that week, so Sarah wouldn’t be going down on me; but that was ok. Lately Sarah had been less than enthusiastic about reciprocating, and I didn’t really feel like begging and wheedling her for it.
“Hey I want to show you something” Sarah had gotten up from her bed, and was now holding a pair of binoculars. “Check out the apartment on the first floor. The one without curtains in the window.”
With the binoculars, I had an amazing view of the inside of the apartment. It was sparsely furnished, almost Spartan. There was a futon on a folding frame, and a television sitting on a vcr. There was an easel with a blank canvas and tubes of paint and brushes. A coffee machine sat on the floor next to the outlet it was plugged into. I was about to ask “So what?” when he walked in. He was stark naked, and his dick was hard. He’d been in the bathroom; that was the only other room in the place.
I recognized him. He’d moved into our complex that summer. I knew he worked at night in the ShopRite. Sometimes I saw him from the school bus, riding his bike home from work. I’d seen him stocking shelves before. He was cute, in a grown up sort of way. He was probably in his middle or late thirties. He always looked really serious, maybe worried. Now I was seeing him naked. I’d never seen a man undressed before; never seen an actual penis. I was enjoying watching him.
Sarah was getting dressed. “Come on!” I wondered what she was up to. I was reluctant to put the binoculars down, but Sarah was in a hurry. “Come on!” she said “You don’t want to miss this!”
I quickly pulled on my jeans and a sweater and followed Sarah out the door. We went downstairs and out past the pool, over to the shrubs by his apartment. It was getting dark out already, but not dark enough for my liking. “What if someone sees us?” I whispered.
“Be quiet!” she hushed me “Nobody’s going to see us.”
Hardly daring to breath, I joined her at the window. We were so close to him, if the window was open we could have reached in and touched him. He was lying naked on the futon, stroking his penis. I was amazed at its size: you were supposed to put that up your puss? I’d only ever had Sarah put three fingers in, and then I had felt stretched out till I thought I would break. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. He had put a movie on the vcr, and I knew he was watching a porno. I was totally excited. Then he rolled over, dick flopping all over, and fished a big black dildo out of a box by the futon. I was barely aware of Sarah snapping pictures with her little digital camera next to me as he poured lube all over the plastic dick until it glistened. He wasn’t really going to, was he?
He answered my question soon enough. He spread his cute buns and pressed the toy against his wrinkled little butthole. I couldn’t believe it fit in that tiny little hole, but he seemed to effortlessly shove the black dildo up his asshole. His cock stuck straight out, rigid and purple. His eyes were shut tight, his forehead knotted in concentration. I knew he was about to come. I could tell my pussy was wet under my panties. I was looking forward to going home and reliving this in the shower.
He came with a loud grunt, shooting sperm halfway across his bed. I was surprised how much came out. I wished I could shoot come like that. The dildo slipped out of his asshole, and he got up to clean up. Sarah and I hurried back up to her apartment, trying not to giggle too much.
“That was hot!” I said when we were back in her room.
“Yeah it was”” Sarah said, plugging the camera into her computer. “I got some great pictures. He’ll do whatever we want him to.”
Now I realized what Sarah was up to. She was going to blackmail this guy. I felt bad. He hadn’t done anything wrong. There was nothing wrong with masturbating, even if you liked to put things in your butt, I knew that. We were the ones who had been bad, spying on him. But Sarah was persuasive, and she always got what she wanted.
Saturday afternoon, we knocked on his front door. I still wasn’t sure this was a good idea, but my curiosity had won out over my good judgment. After a long time he answered the door. He was just wearing pajama bottoms, and looked like he had just woken up. A trail of brown hair led down from his navel into his waistband, hinting of pleasures below.
“I’m sorry.” He said “I just woke up. I work nights.”
Sarah piped right up “Hi! I’m Sarah and this is Andrea. We’re your neighbors. I live across the complex from you. We wanted to introduce ourselves, and we wanted to give you this.” And she handed him a brown envelope that I knew contained printouts of the pictures she had taken the other day.
And then we were gone, leaving him confused, holding the envelope in the doorway. We went back up to Sarah’s, and I licked her pussy while she did her nails.
The next day, at 3:30, we knocked on his door again.
