Jean-Luc Cheri - Watched at Home

I watched him leave the room as waves of pleasure flowed out from where he touched me.

When Shane and I got downtown, we decided to split up and meet back at the car in an hour. The town’s main street was filled with small shops that I loved to browse through. I hit a few clothing stores, then decided to get a coffee at Starbucks.

I was standing in line, when a felt a presence close behind me. I was about to turn when a pair of hands came from behind and clamped over my eyes.

“Guess who?” a fake high voice said. The voice definitely didn’t match the strong rough hands against my skin.

I smiled and said, “I have no idea. Give me a clue.”

The person pressed close against me, put their mouth right next to my ear, and whispered in a deep low voice, “We used to fuck in the back seat of my Camaro.”

Joey! I smiled wide, but said, “Sorry, that doesn’t narrow it down much. How about another clue?”

“Hey!” he said with a chuckle, and I spun around to look at him, grinning.

“Joey!” I gave him a tight hug.

“Hey babe, how ya been?” His arms felt good around me.

“I’ve been good,” I said, smiling wide at him. “What have you been up to?”

He shrugged. “Just home from school. Working construction with my dad for the summer. Look at you. All grown up.”

I wasn’t the only one who had grown up. In the three years since I had seen him, his wiry teenage frame had morphed into the muscular body of a man. But some parts were still the same. His fascinating dimples over his square jaw. His jet black hair that he still wore too long. But most importantly, he still had that dangerous glint in his eyes — the one that caused us girls to get that fluttery feeling deep inside. My hands were still on his shoulders, and I felt the muscles flexing under his shirt.

“You’re looking good yourself, Joey.”

He gave me that cute uneven grin that always melted my heart, no matter how much of a pussy hound I knew he was.

“How’s college treating ya?” he asked.

“Good. Glad the first year is over though, and I’m ready for a nice long break.”

“Meet anyone special?”

I knew what he was asking. That was Joey-speak for “Did you fuck anyone?”

“A few guys,” I replied, giving him a sexy smile. I didn’t bother asking if he had. That was a given with him.

“Anyone I need to worry about?” There was that smile again. No matter how many girls he slept with, he treated each one as if they were his own, and they all enjoyed that attitude from him.

I smiled. “You were never the worrying type Joey.”

He chuckled, but didn’t deny it.

“So Erica. You and me. We should get together, you know, talk about old times.”

“Sounds like fun.”

His eyes traveled down to my breasts, and soaked them in for a long moment. When other guys looked at me that way, it was always quick glances, and if they noticed I had caught them, they would become embarrassed and look away.

Not Joey. He looked and didn’t care if you knew it. And he looked as long as he wanted to, like he was doing now. I felt the warmth of excitement building inside of me, and my nipples visibly stiffened.

His eyes returned to mine and that smile curled on his lips. I had a sudden idea.

“Joey, Shane is going out tonight. Would you like to come over? Bring your swimsuit and we’ll hang out by the pool?”

He nodded. “Yeah, that would be cool.”

“Hey Joey,” a voice from behind him said, “What’s taking so long?”

We turned and there was one of Joey’s old high school buddies whose name I couldn’t remember.

“Just chill dude, can’t you see I’m talking to Erica?”

“Oh. How’s it hangin’ Erica?”

Joey turned back to me, and nodded back towards his friend. “Hey, do you mind if I bring my cousin Tony here with me tonight? And his girlfriend?”

“Sure,” I said, still smiling but a little disappointed we wouldn’t be alone. “No problem. We’ll have a little party.”

“Yeah, a party. I like the sound of that,” Joey said with a smile, as his arm curled around my waist and pulled me to him.

“Joey Fatone?” Shane said as he drove us home. “You invited him over tonight?”

“Yeah, and his cousin and his girlfriend. Is there a problem with that?”

He sighed. “You know I never liked him.”

“Shane, you never liked any of the boys I dated.”

He was silent a moment, then said, “Maybe I’ll stay home.”

“Shane!”

“I’ll stay inside. You’ll never know I’m there.”

“No.”

“I think it’s for the best.”

“Shane, you have a date.”

“She’ll understand. My mind’s made up.”

I sat back with my arms folded. “Fine. Then I’m calling Joey and changing our plans. We’ll go out instead.”

“Erica.”

“My mind’s made up.”

There was long silence before he replied. “Ok, they can come over. But no alcohol or drugs, right?”

Once, when Joey and I were relaxing in his backseat after a rigorous fucking session, I had asked him why he didn’t drink or take drugs. He explained that he used to, but he found that they dulled his senses and he didn’t enjoy sex as much. Or, as he put it, “I can’t feel the pussy.”

But I didn’t think Shane would want to hear it put that way, so I said, “Joey doesn’t do that.”

He was quiet again, then reached over and rested his hand on my thigh. “I forget sometimes that you’re all grown up, and you don’t need me to protect you anymore.”

I smiled softly and placed my hand on his, pressing it firmer against me. “I kinda like it, even though you are a pain the ass.”

He chuckled. “Good. That means I’m doing my job.”

Shane left for his date around seven, and Joey and his friends showed up at eight. I spent the time between looking at Shane’s videos again, particularly the ones of him and Beth. It excited me to think they would soon be doing the things I was seeing in the video.

Tony’s girlfriend was a cute brunette named Gwen who looked like she was fourteen. Her breasts were small, and her figure was slightly boyish. But it turned out that she was eighteen, and had just graduated from high school. In fact, she told me she and I actually had a gym class together during my senior year, but I didn’t remember her.

We talked about girls we knew while the boys showed off on the diving board, and it turned out we had a lot of mutual friends. And she was actually a distant cousin of Kelly’s.

“Small world,” I said.

“Small town is more like it,” she replied. “I can’t go anywhere without meeting some girl who screwed the same guy as me.”

I laughed.

“You think I’m joking, but I’m not. And it’s not like I’m a slut or anything. I’ve only been with six guys.”

I laughed some more, and said, “You want to put your theory to the test?”

“You mean with you?”

“Yeah,” I said with a grin.

“How many guys you been with?”

“Here in town? Let’s see… Um, seven.”

She grinned. “Then we’re about even. I’ll go first. You ever been with Tony?”

“No.”

“I didn’t think so. He and Joey are a lot alike, but they don’t share girls. Once one of them is with one, the other considers her off limits.”

“So that means you’ve never been with Joey?”

“No,” she said, giving me a curious glance, “but I’ve heard he’s good.”

I smiled. “Very good. He was my first.”

Her eyes opened wide. “Seriously?”

I nodded.

“And it was good from the start?”

“Oh yeah. He’s got his rough bad boy image, but he can be surprisingly gentle in bed. And rough too. He’s good at knowing what you want.”