Jean-Luc Cheri - Watched at Home

Beth looked around and begrudgingly put her hand up. I stared around at my friends, a reluctant smile coming to my face.

“Well?” Chris said, looking at me.

“Well what?”

“Get your hand up.”

The girls all laughed again.

“Now that’s really gross,” I said, but joined in the laughter.

“One time,” Danni said, “I had this dream. I was with this guy, in bed, and we were making love but it was too dark to see who it was, and-”

“Danni,” I interrupted, “I don’t think-”

“-and it was really good, you know? And I was like, who is this? And-”

“Danni,” I said louder, please-”

“-and he started really slamming me, his strong muscles working as he fucked me harder and harder, I-”

“Stop it.”

“I was going out of my mind, so I reached over to the light, and-”

“No.”

“-and I turned it on, and there, above me, between my legs, was Tom Brady.”

I stared at her for a moment, without speaking.

The whole table erupted in shrieks of laughter, me among them.

Later, as the other girls played in the pool, Beth and I sat alone at the table.

“So,” I said, “you’re being mysterious about this guy you’re involved with.”

“Not much to tell, really.”

“How’d you meet?”

“Ran into him at the grocery store. We knew each other in the past, but hadn’t seen each other in a while. He asked me out to lunch, which was surprising since I never thought he was attracted to me.”

“Beth,” I said, “all guys are attracted to you.”

She shook her head. “This was different. The situation we were in previously, there wasn’t really chance for it to become more.”

I gave her a fake look of shock. “I’ve figured it out. It’s one of our teachers from high school, isn’t it? Which one? I bet it’s that fat Mr. Schwetty.”

She laughed. “Please, now you’re grossing me out.”

“Mr. Hamilton, that hunk of a shop teacher?”

She nodded. “That wouldn’t be bad, but no, it’s not him.”

“Miss Jennings, the gym teacher?”

She giggled. “No, despite our little experiment when we were thirteen, you know I don’t swing that way.”

I laughed with her. “You remember that, huh?”

“Oh yeah. We were so innocent back then.”

“I didn’t feel innocent.”

She grinned. “I guess we were a bit naughty.”

“We? You started it?”

Her mouth opened in mock surprise. “Me? You’re the one who invited me over for the sleepover. And you’re the one who started talking about boys and what it would feel like to have sex.”

I grinned. “That’s true, but you’re the one who came up with the idea of taking turns lying between each other’s legs, pretending we were doing it with a boy.”

“Yes, but my idea was to do it with our pajamas on. You said we should do it with them off.”

“Well, it made sense. And besides, I only said we should strip down to our panties. You insisted we take those off too.”

She blushed. “Well, I had an ulterior motive for that.”

“What do you mean?”

“At the time, I had grown this full bush of hair, and I worried I was a freak or something. So I wanted to compare.”

I grinned. “And did I alleviate your worries?”

“Totally. Yours looked exactly like mine.”

I laughed. “Glad I could be of service.”

“It was fun though. Hard to believe we were that innocent, huh?”

“Yeah. So, it’s not a teacher?”

“No.”

“And you’re not going to tell me?”

She smiled. “Not right now.”

“Bitch.”

She laughed and stood. “I’m going in to use the bathroom and get that controller from Shane. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

“No problem,” I replied, and watched her go, wondering if that’s all she’d be doing in there.

I joined my other friends in the pool, and Beth returned about fifteen minutes later, and dove in with us. She surfaced beside me, and the water ran off her face.

I looked at her closely. Was that an extra flush in her cheeks, or was I imagining things?

She smiled. “Miss me?”

“You were gone?” I said indifferently.

She mugged and jumped on me, pushing my head under the water. This started a melee between us all, as we all began splashing and wrestling.

A few hours later, they took their turns in the changing room, and we all said our goodbyes, making plans to meet next week for lunch. Shane came out and they all gave him hugs, and I watched him and Beth closely. Again, I saw no visible signs of something going on between them.

After they left, Shane said, “You coming in?”

“No. I think I’ll take one last swim before changing out of my suit.” I watched his eyes as I spoke, but I saw no extra excitement there.

“Ok honey. I’m going to finish up some quick work, and then I’m going to bed. See you in the morning.” He kissed me on the forehead, and I breathed deep, inhaling his cologne.

“Goodnight Shane.”

I swam laps in the pool, working up my courage for what I had planned. I almost chickened out several times, but images of Beth with Shane kept coming back to me. And I was convinced they had fucked again tonight. The desire coursed through me, and I finally steeled my courage enough to get out of the pool.

Wrapping my towel around me, I walked to the changing room, my heart trip-hammering in my chest. I could already feel my pussy dripping.

In the room, I recalled the viewpoint and figured out the camera was in a painting of a dolphin on the wall. It took all of my willpower not to look at it. I stood facing the door, with the camera in front and to the right of me. Unwrapping the towel, I placed it on the hook. My heartbeat was loud in my ears. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself.

My hand went behind my back and undid the clasp of my top. The material relaxed, and my breasts stood proud, now reversing roles and holding up the bra. Casually, I pulled it from me and placed it on the bench.

My nipples came up hard, partly from being exposed to the air, and partly from the thoughts running through my mind. I held one of my breasts in my hand, and used my other hand to rub along where the seams of the bra had been. The nipple tightened further. I repeated the action on my other breast, and reached for my bottoms.

Pushing them down over my hips, I bent and slid them further, over my knees. Standing, I let go of them and let them fall to the floor, where I kicked them up onto the bench with a flick of my foot.

My mind was in a daze as I grabbed my towel and began drying off. The thought that Shane was watching me, or would be watching me, made me dizzy. Unfamiliar sensations shot through my body as I imagined him looking at my nudity.

I spent extra time drying my breasts, and the nipples were like hard diamonds, ready to cut glass. I patted the terrycloth on my mound, lifting one leg and resting it on the bench to give myself room, but more importantly giving Shane a better view of my pussy.

I didn’t want to be too obvious, so I never faced the camera directly. But I made sure he always had a clear oblique view, wanting to tease him. I rubbed the towel in circles, pretending to dry my pubic hair. Jolts of pleasure sparked through my clit.

Next, I dried my legs, bending over to reach below my knees. Again, I gave him a sexy angle on the proceedings.

Reaching into my swim bag, I pulled out a hairbrush and a bottle of lotion. I sat on the bench and began brushing my long hair, working out the tangles as I sat demurely with my legs closed. My breasts bounced slightly with each comb through my hair, and the nipples still strained hard.