I waited until the woman left Lance's house, and he was alone in his bedroom once more. Concealed in the shadows, I watched him approach the window. Wearing that same confident smile, he gazed in my direction, as if to summon me. Then he turned off the lamp.
I was wild with need by that point, so wild that I didn't bother changing out of my nightgown. Instead, I removed my sopping wet panties and then slipped my feet into a pair of old sneakers. Once I'd left my room, I lingered in the hallway outside my father's bedroom door, listening for the sound of his snoring. Certain that he was asleep, I rushed to the back door. I left it unlocked as I stepped out into the night.
Looking over at Lance's house, I discovered he'd left the light on outside his own back door. How considerate of him, I thought, just before a nervous giggle threatened to escape me. In my flowing white nightgown, I probably looked like a ghost while making my way to the man clearly waiting for me. It was a good thing the rest of the neighborhood was quiet.
In my hurry to leave my room, I hadn't bothered to grab a sweater. I'd been warm and flushed while watching Lance and his lover, but I now noticed how much cooler the night had grown. A chill settled over me like a film, and I had to fight back a shiver.
Lance had left the door unlocked for me, just as he'd promised he would; the knob turned almost soundlessly in my hand. His kitchen light was on as well, and when I let myself into the room, I glanced around. Though I didn't see or hear any sign of him, I thought I could sense him nearby, anticipating my arrival.
I was rigid with tension, poised to flee as I crept down the hall. The kitchen's light provided enough illumination for me to see three darkened doorways. Lance's house was small, just as my own was, with only two bedrooms and a single bathroom. As I drifted to the room I knew to be his, I wondered why he hadn't yet turned on his lamp. Breath held, I peered inside.
"I'm glad you came, Violet."
I jumped at the sound of his voice. As my eyes adjusted to the shadows, I was able to discern his form. The sight of him lying on the bed made me draw in a lungful of air, my gasp audible. Already, my head was swimming. All my senses were heightened, as if to detect danger.
Lance moved a little on the bed. "Would you like me to turn on the lamp?"
"No!" I immediately replied. If I didn't have the darkness to hide me, I'd never be brave enough to go through with this.
He laughed low and soft. "That's fine. I just thought you enjoyed watching." When I remained frozen in the doorway, he went on. "Have a seat, sweetheart."
I noticed he'd pulled a chair close to his bedside. Finally, I forced myself to sit down, and I found that the upholstered chair was quite roomy. It seemed to embrace me as I sank into it.
"Comfortable?" Lance asked while I took off my sneakers. He made it sound as if I'd just shown up for a friendly chat.
"Yes." My voice was so faint, I doubted he heard it. After clearing my throat, I repeated the word, louder this time. When I took another breath to calm my nerves, I caught the scent of Lance's lover. At first, it was merely a trace of her perfume, but when I inhaled deeply, I thought I could smell their sex. Remembering how quickly Lance had returned to his room after saying goodbye to the woman, I realized he hadn't bothered to wash up before I arrived. The knowledge simultaneously repulsed and aroused me. It also made their lovemaking even more vivid and real; I'd seen and heard it, and now I was smelling it, too.
Staring at Lance, I could tell he had a sheet draped over his lower body. It seemed to stand out in the shadows, just as my gown did. "You know," he said, "I'm fine with lying here and jerking off for you in the dark, but I think it would be a lot more exciting for both of us if you'd talk to me." He waited for my response, but even as I swallowed hard and tried to formulate the words, I stayed quiet. "I understand you're shy." His voice became soft and soothing. "But you wouldn't watch me and Dawn if it didn't turn you on."
So that was her name: Dawn.
"Does watching us get you wet?" As Lance spoke, I heard the sound of his hand moving beneath the sheet, and I knew he'd begun stroking.
A surge of lust coursed through me, concentrating itself between my thighs. "Very wet," I confessed.
"Mmm, I love that! Tell me why it excites you so much."
Slowly, my legs parted, as if of their own will. "It's the desire you have for each other and the way you fuck her." My hand strayed dangerously close to my breast. "At first, it seems like you're dominant over her, but I think she's the one in control."
Lance laughed again. "Oh, she's definitely the one calling the shots. And you're quite perceptive." A faint moan escaped his lips, and I resisted the urge to ask how hard he was. That kind of question would only invite danger. "Do you like watching me eat her pussy?" he wanted to know.
Now I was the one to moan. "I love it. That's usually when I begin rocking back and forth in my chair, with my legs together. I can eventually come from doing that."
"Just the thought of you getting yourself off that way..." His hand moved faster under the sheet. "I have a confession of my own to make, Violet. After you and I met today, I fantasized about going down on you. Dawn was delighted to find me hard and ready the moment she got here."
I released a faint cry of need. Though I knew we were walking a perilous line, tempting each other with our words, I only wanted more of this man.
When Lance spoke again, his voice was thick with arousal. "I can see you're wearing only a nightgown. Do you have anything on beneath it?"
"No." My breathing quickened until I grew dizzy and had to work to control it.
"You're still mostly hidden from me," he pointed out. "In the dark, you can be free to do whatever you want. So why don't you lift up your gown and play with your pussy while I stroke my cock?" My hesitation made him groan. "Come on, baby, have some fun with me!" I could tell he was grinning. "I bet I'll be able to hear how wet you already are."
He was right. Sitting in that chair, I'd grown sopping wet, dampening the fabric of my gown. And tonight, I wanted to be as he imagined me: free and uninhibited, the way Dawn so easily was.
Drawing my nightgown up around my waist, I spread my legs wider. I couldn't suppress a guttural moan when I began teasing my clit with a fingertip. I was aching for this and for much more. In the dark, I could sink into the bliss my touch provided.
When I rubbed faster, using two fingers, Lance stilled his stroking to listen closely. I knew he could indeed hear how wet I was.
"Ah, that's my good girl!" he murmured. "You have me so hard for you!"
I whimpered even as I grew bolder. Soon Lance and I were both fervently masturbating, the sounds of our sighs and moans drifting through the room. I imagined us coming together, the way we often would when I watched him spill his seed on Dawn's tits.
But Lance had other ideas. "Let me see you, Violet!" he begged. "You can lower your nightgown, but I want to see your face."
When I didn't refuse, he moved to turn on the lamp. Squinting at the sudden illumination, I made no attempt to cover myself. Instead, I sat with my legs splayed, my hand never slowing.
Lance's eyes widened a little at the sight. Then his stare, fixed between my thighs, took on a fierce heat. "Fuck, I love your hairy pussy!"
My face flushed deeper from both lust and embarrassment. I couldn't believe I was allowing him to see the most intimate part of my body.