Behind Closed Doors (15 page)

Frustrated, he tried to steer his thoughts away from Vivian and to the woman he had spent screwing last night. He planned on seeing her again tonight so he'd be able to relieve some of his pent up frustration by pounding it into her ass. Oh, and how that one
loved
it in the ass.

There were, however, a couple of problems with Beth. Firstly, she was as dumb as a damned post, all tits and hips and not much of anything else. And the second, more important problem with her; was that while he fucked her he thought of Vivian.

Always of Vivian.

With each thrust of his cock into her tight little ass he imagined that instead of it being Beth's plump, soft bottom, it was Vivian's, tight, round one. Beth had asked him why he didn't talk dirty to her when he was fucking her. His response was that he wasn't comfortable with dirty talk, which was a complete load of horseshit. It was because he was scared he'd call out Vivian's name by mistake. Even as he came into Beth, exploding into her ass with the force of a semi-truck, he had to bite down on his tongue for fear of moaning, ‘Vivian.’

The pressure in his cock and balls tightened to the point that if he didn't relieve it soon he would ache for the remainder of the day. He took hold of his cock and began to stroke it, in vigorous, almost violent jerks. Leaning against the wall for support, he continued to pump his cock, while at the same time imagining what it would feel like with Vivian's lush lips wrapped securely around it, sucking him; her head bobbing up and down in his lap as he watched his cock disappear between her lips. He reached the summit quick and his released came hard and fast.

He moaned Vivian's name as he came.

Feeling somewhat better, he quickly finished his shower and proceeded to get ready for work. That wouldn't be the last he'd think of Vivian today, he knew that. He was currently in the middle of a project that was an all day affair. All day, alone welding. All day, to think and fantasize. All day, to obsess over
her
.

Chapter 2

As Vivian fiddled around the house, cleaning and organizing, she kept a watchful eye on the time. It was never set in stone when Blake would get off work, however, on Friday's it was normally around 4pm.

She hadn't been pleased over the way he had left this morning. He came downstairs after getting showered and dressed, hurried to the closet to grab his gear and took off with barely a word to her other than, "don't wait up," yelled over his shoulder as he practically ran out of the front door.

When 5 pm rolled around she pulled out her mobile phone and checked the tracking to see his location. As suspected, he had left work and was on the move. She was temped to jump into her car and start to follow him, but decided to wait until he was at that
woman's
house.

She didn't want to interrupt anything. That would be crazy, right? No, she just wanted to see what the woman looked like and observe how they interacted with each other. Watching them together would give her an idea as to how much interference she would have to run in order to split them apart. Then she was going to make sure she got exactly what she'd been wanting out of him, the fucking of a lifetime!

****

After spending most of the evening monitoring Blake's movements on her mobile tracking, his movement finally settled on 38 Eastpark Lane. Vivian's car eased down the road and past the modest house in front of which Blake's jeep was parked. She turned off at the end of the street and parked her silver Ford Focus on the side of the road.

Ensuring the car was locked, she started to make her way to the house, approaching it from around the back. Looking down at her attire, she realized that pink shorts and a white t-shirt probably wasn't the best attire for lurking about in people's back yards at midnight on a Friday night. She determined at that moment that stalking was not something for which she was cut out.

But it had to be done.

Crouching low and making her body as small as possible, she crept along the side of the house to what she assumed was the living room. She couldn't hear any noise coming from the room so she slowly rose up to peer inside. The room was empty.

Crouching back down she made her way to a second lit window on the opposite side of the house. Vivian found some comfort in the fact that the grounds were surrounded by tall, finely trimmed hedges and trees so she doubted any of the neighbours or people driving past could see her.

The window on the other side of the house was less brightly lit. Just a faint flicker of light; most likely a couple of candles. She listened closely, attempting to see if she could hear something, anything. There was the sound of movement, though not overly loud.

Taking a deep breath and praying she wouldn't be seen, she rose just enough so her eyes were able to look in between the two inch parting in the beige lace curtains. She gasped, and immediately brought her hand to her mouth, preventing any further startled noises from escaping her.

Both Blake and the woman were naked. The woman appeared to be a taller woman, with short blond hair, a plump ass and extra large breasts. Vivian suspected her breasts were implants.

The woman pulled Blake to the middle of the room and fell to her knees in front of him. Grasping his cock, she began to stroke it. Blake closed his eyes and grabbed the back of her head, urging her to take his cock into her mouth.

Vivian didn't want to watch, but found herself compelled to do so. She had seen Blake in various degrees of nakedness. He would frequently leave the shower and trot back to his room with just a towel secured around his waist. She had a fairly good idea that he was well endowed, but seeing him standing naked in the middle of the room, with his broad shoulders and chest, muscular and tanned, she gained a new respect for his cock
and
his body. His large, thick shaft, stood tall and proud as
that
woman
placed her red painted lips around it and began to suck.

She realized just how much she wanted to feel his magnificent body. And also just how desperately she wanted to be the one on her knees worshipping that splendid cock. Vivian continued to watch as the woman cupped his balls in her hand and squeezed, causing him to throw back his head as he moaned loudly.

She became increasingly aware of the pulsating between her legs, and the increasing inferno rising in her body, due to her desire. Not only for him, but from watching that woman's mouth work its way up and down his cock, while his hands clenched into fists in her hair as he began to thrust into her mouth, burying his cock to the back of her throat.

It was like watching her own private porno, and it was turning her on beyond belief.

She surveyed her surroundings. There was no one around. Her only company was the warm summer breeze that caressed her bare skin. Impulsively, she slid her hand under the waistband of her shorts. Her panties were moist from her excitement. She spread the lips of her pussy with her fingers exposing her highly aroused clit. She began to stroke herself, using firm, fluid motions, alternating from stroking to pinching and rolling it between her fingers.

A soft moan escaped her lips and this time she didn't bother to remain silent. She
needed
release. As she caressed and pleasured herself, she continued to watch. Blake's body had become rigid from the built up tension. She could tell he was close to shooting his load into the blonde's mouth. And that was alright, because she was equally as close.

She imagined it was
her
kneeling in front of him,
her
hair that he had tangled in his large fists. And
her
mouth that he was now thrusting frantically into.

Her body trembled as bolts of pleasure shot through her. Her body on edge, seconds away from climaxing. What she wouldn't give to have his hands on her at that moment! "Oh-my-god, Blake," she gasped, closing her eyes as her heated juices soaked her underwear and fingers.

Opening her eyes, Vivian watched as Blake made one final thrust and his body appeared to vibrate just before he came into the woman's mouth. He gave a couple more, short quick thrusts, ensuring the blonde received each and every drop.

Blake looked up from watching the blonde as he pulled his cock from her mouth. His eyes looked out through the window, the very window she was peeping into!

Shit
, Vivian dropped to the ground, still panting from her own release, but now also terrified that he'd seen her. How could he not have? He’d looked directly at her! He hadn't made eye contact, but still... She pressed her back against the wall, under the window. She wanted to make a run for it, but was scared that if he hadn't seen her a moment previously he would if she went sprinting across the blonde woman's lawn.

"Why do you get yourself into these messes, Vivian?" she muttered.

Of course, there was another reason she wanted to stay. She wanted to see more. She wanted to know the types of things he was into. What kind of lover was he?
It's useful information if I plan to seduce him
, she reasoned with herself.

She waited several minutes, was about to attempt to peek into the bedroom again, then decided not to and planted herself against the wall once more. Ten more minutes passed before she decided to risk another glance.
Just one more look
, she promised herself.

Her head inched its way up until she was able to steal another look. Blake's back was to her, and he had the blonde bent over the bed. He was thrusting into her from behind. The tight, defined muscle in his ass worked overtime as he thrust into her hard, fast and without mercy.

The woman fisted the blankets of her bed, matching his thrusts by bucking against him each time he rammed his cock into her. She screamed out, so loud and so suddenly that Vivian was uncertain as to whether she was overcome with the pleasure or in excruciating pain.

She decided it must have been pleasure, because moments later the woman was screaming: "I'm coming, Blake!" Her body shook, then she seemed to slump onto the bed, but he appeared relentless. He continued to thrust for several more minutes, his hands clutching her hips as he pulled her tight to him, burying himself deep within her.

He finally released for the second time. This time Vivian dropped back down to the ground, before he had an opportunity to notice her watching them through the window. Surely he hadn't seen her the first time; otherwise he would have come out and confronted her, but better safe than sorry.

Waiting yet another ten minutes Vivian peered through the window again. Both of them were asleep. He was sleeping on his side with his back to her, while she was on her stomach. A solid two inches separated them.

Vivian smiled to herself. That was a good sign. If she was reading them right, it meant that the blonde was simply a sex partner. It left a bit of a bad taste in her mouth knowing Blake was using a woman for sex. However, it appeared as though the woman was happy to oblige.

Satisfied that she had the information necessary to devise a plan that would mean him saying good-bye to the blonde bimbo and hello to her in his bed, Vivian left the house and hustled her way back to the car.

****

Blake left Beth's house very early the next morning. By 5 am he was up and out of the door. He wanted to be home before Vivian woke up. Beth didn't seem to mind, she had gotten what she had wanted from him already. She had tried to tempt him into staying for another round, but he’d had his fill over the past couple of days. He was hoping that perhaps now that he’d had a couple of nights of unleashing his frustration he might be able to be around Vivian without constantly wondering how it would feel to sink his cock deep into her warm, wet center.

"God dammit," he groaned, as his cock began to tingle as he thought of her. He'd have to think of some way to keep his urges under control. He wouldn't be able to continue to avoid her until she finished college and moved. Or until she found a guy, and decided to move in with him instead.

A touch of anger welled up within him at the thought of some other man touching her, tasting her. Some random guy she met in some silly philosophy class, running his hippie hands over her. The worst of it was that he had no one with whom he could discuss the feelings he was having, to help him gain some perspective on the subject. Or at least no one with whom he was willing to discuss the subject.

When he pulled up into the driveway he was relieved to see it appeared as though Vivian was not yet up. Not that he really expected her to be. Shutting off the jeep, he pulled himself together and made his way to the house.

As he slipped off his work boots and set them beside her running shoes, he couldn't help - despite his tired state - but notice that they were muddy with grass stains on them. If it had been anyone else he wouldn't have given it a second thought, but Vivian kept everything she owned clean and in pristine shape. Leaving muddied running shoes in the closet wasn't her style.

Where the hell was she last night?

The image of Vivian looking through Beth's bedroom window flashed in his head. He had thought it was simply his
imagining
her there, considering she was in his mind while Beth was blowing him. But... maybe it wasn't? Could she have followed him to Beth's house?

He shook his head and laughed at himself for even thinking such a crazy thing. That was preposterous. His lack of sleep the past few days was making his mind play tricks on him, making him draw unreasonable and absurd conclusions.

He looked at the fridge, and then decided that instead of preparing breakfast he'd take Vivian out to lunch once he had gotten himself some much needed sleep. He'd be able to consider the whole situation with a clearer head after a few more hours of uninterrupted shut-eye. Satisfied that was the best idea, he trudged his way upstairs and into the room next to Vivian's.

****

When she awoke, Vivian took notice of how quiet it was in the house. She slid from the bed and stretched her lean body - as she did each morning - trying to work out some of the kinks from the night's sleep.

The clock flashed 10 am.

She frowned. Blake still wasn't home from the blonde's house yet?

Maybe she’d misread the situation last night? Maybe he
did
harbour some genuine feelings towards the woman and was planning on spending the entire weekend with her? Her frown deepened. She didn't like it one bit; that would mean it would be more difficult to steal him back. Not impossible, maybe, but definitely more challenging.

Not bothering to put on her robe - there was no need for modesty in an empty house - she strolled out of her bedroom and towards the washroom, just on the other side of his bedroom.

"Well it's about time you woke, I…"

Blake's voice came to her from his room, the room her naked body had just begun to walk past. Vivian stopped dead in her tracks, and turned to face him. Heat rose up into her cheeks.

Blake quickly turned his back to her, head bowed, placing his hands on his jean clad hips.

Vivian blinked. She started to speak, but nothing more than a squeak seemed to emerge. She stopped trying to talk and simply waited for him to finish what he had to say.

"Maybe you could throw on some clothes and we could discuss going out and doing something today?" his tone was tight, his words clipped. It sounded as if he was trying to control himself. Was he angry with her? How was
she
supposed to know he was home? He’d told her to not wait up! He hadn't made a sound in there.

"Alright," she managed to respond, pivoting around and rushing back to her room.

She threw her robe on, securing it tightly around her waist then hustled her way back down the hall and into the washroom. By the time she had finished her shower and gotten dressed she found Blake reclined on the sofa downstairs flipping mindlessly through the channels of the television.

She had no idea what he had planned, so had just thrown on a short black spandex skirt and a tight fitted beige camisole, which exposed an inch of flesh between the waistband of the skirt and the hem of the top. Her long brown hair was pulled tightly into a ponytail on top of her head. She wanted to look fresh, yet sexy. She was confident she’d pulled it off.