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My heart rate increases until it pounds against my chest. I want to see more, yet at the same time, I don’t because of that obnoxious feeling spreading over me. I’m a maelstrom of emotions and that fluttering sensation in my stomach mixes with the jealousy that was already there. But my desire overpowers everything else, and quickly, my body starts to tingle with the need for relief.
The woman thrusts out her chest, and I copy her movement. My breasts push against my tight bra, making my already erect nipples scrape against the fabric. I wet my lips.
The woman drops one finger on Chester’s chest, and she gradually trails it down. The speed of her action is almost painfully slow as I wait to see what she's going to do next. My mouth runs dry, and I stand on my toes, hoping it would show me more.
Finally, her finger slips beneath the waistline of Chester’s black sweats.
“Oh god,” I whisper as I clearly see her reaching for Chester’s cock. He throws his head back, and his hand only tightens his grip on her butt. My skin grows even hotter with what is happening in front of me, and before I know it, my hand drops on my hip and trails over my naked skin.
I skim over my sensitive belly, feeling shivers break out, but when the woman moves her hand inside Chester’s sweats, I feel a shudder of pleasure moving straight to my groin. I grow wet, and I quickly close my legs tightly. Its friction is making my head spin and I desperately want only more, and I trail my finger toward the waistline of my underwear. I toy with the band, feeling a desire to reach inside.
Chester’s other hand goes to the woman’s bare shoulder, and he slowly grazes over her shimmering skin before reaching her busty cleavage. His finger runs over the top of her breast, and an intake of my breath makes me realise how much I want to be that woman. I want to feel his hand crawling inside my bra before he kneads my breast like he’s doing with the woman in front of his house.
The need to touch my sex grows more incessant until, finally, I slip my hand in my panties and move it directly to my pussy. Letting it slip over its wetness, I quickly find the little bud that I know will make me feel good. My finger runs over my clit, and I can’t suppress the moan that escapes.
A shiver runs over my spine when I slowly grow breathless. I wet my lips once more when Chester closes the gap between them. She kisses him, and it doesn’t take long before she deepens it. They grow hungrier. Their hands move quicker and clumsier. I match their speed, pleasure coursing through my body.
My body is screaming for a release, and I become more sensitive with each passing second. I’m close, and I won’t let my eyes divert from the couple in front of me. It’s spicy, sexy, and oh so wrong. Anyone could pass by. Anyone could see them just like I do.
But the couple doesn’t care. They are completely under lust’s spell, just as I am.
But the more I speed up, the more I wish I was her. I want it to be Chester’s finger running over my clit, spreading my wetness, and kneading my breasts. I want to smell him, hug him and feel what it’s like to be worshipped by a man like Chester. But I can’t because he messed with my family. So watching him is as far as I can go.
The woman’s hand is clearly giving Chester a hand job, and he’s definitely enjoying it as his hand tightens on her body. For once, I let my imagination run free, instead of letting that jealousy stop me from moving forward.
Now, I’m the one moving my hand over Chester’s firm cock, feeling his warm breath on my face and his short intakes of air. It’s his finger plunging deep inside me, making my legs shake. Pleasure grows quickly, and I know it won’t take much for me to explode.
Damn, do I want it to happen.
My eyes pay more attention to what’s happening between them when, all of a sudden, they jump away from each other.
“What? No, no, no.” I stop touching myself. They quickly fix their appearance before a taxi shows up. The woman awkwardly waves, and Chester gives her a two-finger salute.
“No.” I drag out the word. The pleasure I felt before slithers away quickly and my shoulders lower out of pure disappointment. My imagination changes to reality in a matter of seconds and my mouth twists to one side before I breathe out loudly with my hand still on my breast.
Chester moves his hand in his sweats to rearrange his erection. For a second, he seems to stare in the direction of my front door, a seemingly neutral look on his face. I’m the one expressing pure displeasure while Chester doesn’t seem that disappointed it got cut short. Why did it have to go this way?
Chester takes a step backwards towards his house but then suddenly changes his mind, sending my heart into cardiogenic shock as Chester’s stare moves to my window.
When his eyes catch mine, mine grow large, and my mouth opens from pure astonishment. I quickly become aware of the hand still palming my breast when a smug smile grows on his face.
“Oh my fucking god,” I shriek before I dive for the floor, hitting my elbow against the small table holding a few of my most precious books. They tumble to the ground, followed by that little table. It’s loud, and for a second, my heart stops beating because if I’m not dying, then I’ll never be able to step outside my house ever again.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I repeat, feeling my heart racing against my hand. What have I done? This is the worst thing that could ever happen. How am I going to face Chester again? I was the one complaining about not wanting him weeks ago and look at me now. Half-naked on the floor after getting caught masturbating while watching my neighbour with his latest one-night stand.
But the worst is yet to happen.
“Evangeline,” the monster screams.
***
Why won’t this day come to an end? I already had my fair share of embarrassment, and now Frederic needs to add his own displeasure to my shitty morning.
My eyelids are getting heavier by the minute, and my headache makes me move slowly. Every abrupt movement sparks a strong wave of pain behind my eyes before it subdues. A long nap will help, but first, Frederic needs to have a word or two.
Normally, I would be scared out of my mind. I hate the words Frederic throws my way and how he blames me for normal, mundane things, such as going out with friends. But now, my bed is the only thing I’m longing for and care about.
“You called,” I mutter, wondering if I should top it off with a curtsy. Frederic’s eyes snap my way from behind his computer. He stands up, making the heavy chair scrape over the floor. The sound makes me wince from the pain piercing through my head. I close my eyes before dropping my hand on my forehead.
