Part 11 (2/2)

Not with her, anyway.

I inch the door open, but don't see or hear anything, and so I step inside and close the door behind me.

I walk up the steps, think about sparking up a cigarette, but then think better of it. Sometimes, it's simply not the right time.

As I get closer and closer to the bedroom with the light on a it is pouring out into the corridor, cut off at a sharp angle a I begin to hear a faint, but familiar noise.

It is the sound of a girl moaning.

I smirk. Either Ca.s.sie Shannon is masturbating right now, or she's watching p.o.r.n. Or maybe both.

Because I know she's not with another guy in there.

I walk toward the door and sure enough she is both watching p.o.r.n and touching herself. My eyes roam over her, devour the s.e.xy sight of her.

She's got her back to me, her legs propped up on the desk and spread open wide, and she's got a hand buried beneath her skirt.

Instantly I feel my c.o.c.k pump to life, feel my throat tighten, feel a yearning to possess her in my hands.

I watch her for a few moments, my erection straining against my underwear and jeans, and I'm getting hornier by the second.

She's moaning softly, sighing her pleasure, writhing and squirming on the chair.

I could watch her forever.

But I've got something more interesting in mind.

It's time to say h.e.l.lo.

Chapter Fourteen.

She sent me p.o.r.n!

I re-read the email from Jess again in half-disbelief: Ca.s.s, This kind of p.o.r.n is a bit more like real s.e.x. Not the s.h.i.+t guys watch.

I look at the video attachment, and on the file there is a small thumbnail picture of a woman and a man in a naked embrace. I can't see that much.

I tap out a reply: I can't believe you sent p.o.r.n to my email! You know they keep a record of everything you send over email...

When she doesn't reply after ten minutes, I start getting curious about the video.

f.u.c.k it. I'm going to watch it. Why not? I've got nothing else to do tonight, and I can't be bothered to keep packing.

I start the video, and I immediately notice the different tone in this to other ones I've watched. It's more sensual, a softer approach. Even the look is softer, the way it's filmed. Less in-your-face detail, more suggestion.

The guy is actually pretty hot for once, and him and the girl are kissing and caressing pa.s.sionately. She's not some ridiculous blonde bimbo with gigantic fake t.i.ts, and he's not some roided-up meathead with a red face and popping veins in his neck who looks like he's about to have a coronary.

I watch as they feel each other up, remove each other's clothes. I watch as she grips onto his c.o.c.k, starts to slowly pump him. There's something almost... voyeuristic about the way it's filmed.

Their bodies are pressed together, a hard embrace, and she's jerking him in between them. His hands are on her a.s.s, groping, lifting, fingers running lower to pull through her folds.

I realize that I'm getting pretty into it. I mean... it's hot. It's surprisingly hot.

I flash back to Chance's fingers running through my folds, when he first starts teasing me, when he first starts to make me feel good. I'm lying against his hard body, his arms are around me, his hands under my dress, moving slowly, tantalizingly slowly.

I'm pus.h.i.+ng my head back into him, opening my legs wider, curling my toes in my pumps, nearly oblivious to the fact that we are out in public, on the beach, in broad daylight.

Sitting in my chair, watching this video, I'm getting hot. I feel flushed in my cheeks. The temperature seems to have risen.

The woman in the p.o.r.n video is now being gone down on by the man. She's undulating her body, grasping onto her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, moaning and writhing in pleasure.

I think of how I writhed and squirmed in Chance's arms as he brought me to the most explosive climax I'd ever had, and just with his fingers.

His strong arms held me, protective, enveloping. His hand was buried beneath my underwear, fingers playing me like an instrument, plucking strings of pleasure so deep inside me I didn't know I had them.

I had tried to stay silent, but I couldn't. It was too much. The big ball of pressure in my belly pulled sounds from my mouth against my will.

Somehow, I didn't want him to get the satisfaction of knowing he made me feel good. And on the other side of it, oh, G.o.d, I wanted him to know he made me feel good.

On the video the p.o.r.n girl and guy s.h.i.+ft positions, and they start to sixty-nine each other. The camera changes angles, and I watch as she sucks on his manhood, pumps it up and down. Then I see the other side, and he's fingering her with one hand while simultaneously licking her c.l.i.t.

I can't believe how aroused I am at watching this video. I am totally not into seeing other women naked, but it's getting me all wound-up. It's totally different to other videos I've seen. All the other videos I've seen just have beefcake men endlessly thrusting into screaming women. This one is different.

They s.h.i.+ft positions again, and so do I. I've got my feet on the table, knees open, and my hand is resting on my belly. I think of Chance again. I think of him going down on me.

I think of him eating me out, his warm lips and tongue lapping at my s.e.x like he can't get enough of me.

I'm half watching the video, half fantasizing about Chance Hudson. I want to get angry at myself but I can't. I just can't. I like him... oh, G.o.d, I like him a lot.

Even though I know I shouldn't, even though I know letting myself go down this path will just lead to inevitable disappointment one way or another, I can't stop myself.

Before I know it, my hand is no longer on my belly, but it's in between my legs, and I'm touching myself. It's like the world melts away.

All I've got is this video, and all I want is Chance.

I moan softly to myself, let my eyes flutter closed. I imagine I'm down at the beach again, and Chance is behind me, and he's the one rubbing me. It's his fingers granting me pleasure.

It's his fingers that are going to send me soaring, make my whole body crunch up as that huge and heady wave of pleasure crashes over me, shocks my senses, makes me breathe hard and cry out in bliss.

That's when I hear it. That's when my world comes to a screeching halt.