This series might have found a home in any number of categories. Group Sex, First Times, or even Exhibitionist & Voyeur. A warning: There are elements of bi MMF herein, so if that isn't to your taste, so be it. There may be lots of other things that might appeal to you.
I wrote stories in years past under the names Velvethammer (the "Briget" and "Brian" series) as well as Kitslit ("Treason" and "Trusting"). All those stories garnered good ratings- thank you, Lit readers- but sadly those accounts have been lost to time.
I hope you enjoy this trilogy. Sean narrates Part 1, and Emily takes over for Parts 2 and 3.
Enjoy.
I moved into my new place in early July and it only took me a week or so to discover what sort of things went on across the back alley.
I had started university in 1983 and soon decided I needed a place to myself. The hookups were okay and I got laid as often as I could- usually depending on roommate absences, of course. I was no Adonis, I was totally average, but I could talk to girls and listen to them and I had my fair share of success in the dorms. But communal bathrooms and the noise just weren't doing it for me after two semesters.
My new place was small, but cheaper, the whole top third story of a really old house downtown. It was an attic apartment, right on the bus route to the campus. Since I didn't have a vehicle at the time, handy as hell. The landlord and his family lived on the first floor and his aged, blind and deaf mother lived on the second floor.
It was clean and had been nicely redone with carpet on the floor, but it still felt like an old-fashioned house, so that was cool. I had my own outside entrance off the second floor, basically the old fire escape. It was great for privacy, but hellish to get the rest of my stuff up there. Not sure it was up to building codes, either. It was a writer's garret, but airy and light. I didn't write anything other than term papers in the history of economics and political science.
There was a nice galley kitchen, since I liked cooking for myself. The apartment was furnished with a small sofa and a few chairs. There was a sitting room with a drop leaf table for eating. There was a place for my little TV and study desk. I had bricks and boards for my books, mostly Galbraith and Keynes and the like.
The bedroom had a bed, dresser and a nice closet. The entire back wall had a wide, low window with a nice set of low cubbyholes. They were shelves for storage or whatever. It was an old fashioned, upholstered window seat. The bathroom had a small claw foot tub with a shower and there was steam heat that I could crank up to a comfortable tropical setting so I didn't have to wear so much.
There was no laundry but there was a Laundromat down the street. I could leave the curtains open and take advantage of the sunshine. Once you got used to smacking your head once in a while on the steep attic angles of the roof over your head, it was perfect.
Emily liked it, too.
She was not really a girlfriend, but we had been getting together a few times a month to relieve the stress of classes with some really passionate, mindless sex. She and I had met at a mutual friend's party and picked each other up. I had watched her play guitar in the corner with few artsy friends and though I'm not musical myself, I was drawn to her. She wasn't a raving beauty but she was certainly pretty. She had life, and a spark.
Her soft, light brown hair caressed her neck. She had smallish, but perky breasts and a lovely ass. Apparently she was quite the name in the Theater Department and had done lots of plays there, as well as a few student films and even a Community Theater play. Her smile was beautiful and I found out beneath a shy, crunchy granola exterior, she really liked sex. Though we had had sex with roommates around, without caring- sometimes it seemed we actually didn't mind. Still I hoped she'd be happy when I got my own place and was able to invite her over.
I knew she hung out with other guys, mostly artsy Theater and Film types, and whether or not she had sex with them was of no concern to me. She knew I sometimes played around, too. After the second time we were together, in my dorm bed, she asked if it was ok that we weren't serious- that we could just have fun together without being mutually exclusive. We were both fine with the arrangement.
Outside my front window in the daytime there was the typical urban scene- the street full of trees and cars. Out back there were small yards with sheds, garages and fences and even more trees. One night I stepped into my bedroom, fresh out of the shower with a towel around me and before I turned on the light, I noticed the light across way, just a bit off to my left. I turned on the bedside light and knelt down. I realized I was looking into a wide second story window. I hadn't really noticed that house before because of the trees, but it was like a tunnel of foliage allowed me to see that window alone. The curtains in that apartment were open, too and there were two people, obviously fucking their brains out. I could see nearly everything from about 50 feet away.
She had her legs spread and he was on her, pounding her hard. I could see him and where their bodies met, but because of the angle of their bed and window, I couldn't see her head. It was really hot- a little live sex show. I figured they couldn't see anything of me unless I knelt on the window seat. I found myself slowly peeling my towel off and stroking my cock, watching them fuck. I wasn't sure, but I thought I saw him look up in my direction, but he could have just been raising his head and howling at the moon. As I watched, slowly stroking, they shifted positions and she was on top of him, riding, and letting him thrust up inside her.
I couldn't tell exactly how old they were, but they might have been a few years older or even the same age. Maybe university students I hadn't seen around. It was a big school. But I could tell she was pretty, with a nice body and short blonde hair. He had his hands on her hips and was fucking her hard. She had her hands cupping her lovely, full tits when she looked right at me.
We didn't look away- I don't think there was a possibility. Our eyes were locked as she was riding her partner. She smiled, took one hand off her breast and she actually waved. I waved back. Nothing like this had ever happened to me- it was like a Penthouse letter. She made a beckoning gesture and I stepped closer to the window. She knew what I was doing and she wanted to see. I had one knee on the window seat, masturbating furiously when she slid off him, backed up a bit and started stroking his cock, too. His hips were arching up- she was going to finish him off while watching me all the time.
Her other hand was all over her tits and his belly and chest when he exploded. I couldn't see clearly, but I imagined rope upon rope of cum all over her. There were ropes and ropes of cum all over my towel- still shower damp. They got off the bed and stepped closer to the window. He was a bit taller than her, with darker hair. I noticed with some jealousy that he appeared to have a larger cock than mine. She blew me a kiss, then turned and disappeared. The light went off, the show was over.
Emily came over a few nights after that and we christened the attic apartment on my
bed. Though I didn't say anything, I found myself thinking about the girl across the back alley. Okay, and the guy, too- they made a lovely couple. I did cast a quick look or two toward their window, but nothing was happening that night. I'm not sure if Emily noticed anything, and I had no idea how I might explain it to her. Sure she might have been titillated, but she might have called me a freak and said she never wanted to see me again. I was too content with the semi-regular sex so I said nothing.
It happened again a few days later, late at night while most of the neighborhood
might have been asleep. I came to the bedroom and the same light was on. She was on her knees sucking her boyfriend's cock as he sat on the edge of the bed. I watched for a moment then leaned down to turn on my bedside lamp. He looked up and smiled and gave a little wave. He obviously said something because she looked up too- then went back to sucking him off. She stood up, showing off her body and mimicked undressing. I took the hint and peeled off my t-shirt and sweatpants. I was already getting hard. She sat on the edge of the bed and he took his place between her thighs licking and sucking her cunny. She lay back with her thighs over his shoulders- her hips were moving, grinding against his face and tongue. She reached toward the pillows and brought out a pair of binoculars. She looked up at me.
