Between Lust and Control Pt. 03-04

Chapter 3:

Curiosity and Skin

I couldn't stop thinking about her.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that towel clinging to her hips, the way she leaned in, the way her voice dipped when she talked about being wanted.

I tried to jerk off and forget about it, but every time I came, it was her face I pictured. Her laugh. Her tits spilling out of that bikini. Her lips wet from lemonade.

It was starting to get to me.

I told myself I wasn't going back that day, that I needed space to clear my head. But by mid-afternoon, the sun beating down and boredom wrapping around me like a blanket, I found myself back at the gate.

Katherine was already out by the pool, stretched out on a lounger in a coral bikini this time -- thinner than the black one. Thinner everywhere. Her sunglasses were on, and she looked like a woman who had zero fucks left to give. Effortless and glowing.

She saw me the second I opened the gate.

"Twice in one week?" she said, smiling. "Must be my lucky summer."

I tried to laugh, but my voice caught. "Just figured I'd take you up on the offer. Nothing like lemonade and bad decisions."

She chuckled. "Well, you're in the right place for both."

I sat beside her, pulling up a chair a few feet from her lounger. She handed me a glass already sweating with condensation -- like she'd poured it expecting me.

We didn't talk for a minute. Just sat, sipping. Her legs were long, crossed at the ankle. Every so often, she shifted, and I caught a flash of the soft skin beneath her bikini bottoms. My dick had a mind of its own at this point, and I adjusted in my shorts more times than I care to admit.

"You okay today?" she asked, turning her head toward me.

"Yeah," I lied.

She let the silence hang, then said, "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"What was your sex life like with your ex?"

The lemonade nearly went down the wrong way.

"I--uh... I mean..." I cleared my throat. "Not very exciting."

"That's honest," she said, smiling softly. "Why not?"

I glanced at her legs, her chest, then back at the sky. "I guess... I didn't really know what I was doing. Neither did she. We were each other's firsts. It was... fine. But nothing like the stuff you see online, you know?"

She nodded slowly. "Porn teaches a lot of bad habits. Shows everything, explains nothing."

That made me laugh. "Exactly."

"And now?" she asked. "You been with anyone since?"

I shook my head. "No. It's been a while. And honestly... it's kinda messed with my head. Feels like everyone else has it figured out except me."

Katherine sat up, her chest rising as she leaned forward, elbows on her knees. Her sunglasses slid down her nose, and she looked right at me.

"Can I tell you a secret?"

My heart was thudding. "Yeah."

"I think a lot of people are pretending. They talk a big game. But most don't really know how to listen. How to feel someone. How to enjoy it."

The way she said that word -- enjoy -- sent a chill through me. Like she meant something more.

I swallowed. "I guess I just... wanna be good at it. I don't wanna be the guy who doesn't know what he's doing."

She smiled, softer this time. "That's the first step to being good. Wanting to be."

Another silence. Longer. Not uncomfortable -- just heavy.

Then, out of nowhere, she stood. "I need help with sunscreen. My back's already turning red."

Before I could speak, she handed me the bottle and turned away, pulling her hair up. The straps of her bikini twisted across her shoulder blades, and her back was all smooth skin, firm curves, and glistening heat.

I froze. My hands shook a little as I unscrewed the cap.

"You good?" she asked over her shoulder.

"Yeah," I said, voice cracked. "Just--yeah."

I squeezed the lotion into my palm and slowly touched her back. Her skin was warm. Soft. I spread it across her shoulders, then lower, feeling every inch under my fingers. My dick pulsed so hard I thought I was going to blow just from touching her.

She let out a soft sigh. "Mmm. You have nice hands."

I didn't trust myself to say anything. I just kept moving -- down to her lower back, just above the swell of her ass. My thumbs brushed the top of her bikini bottoms. She didn't flinch.

When I pulled back, she turned to face me. Her cheeks were a little flushed -- maybe from the sun, maybe not.

"You're sweet, Tommy," she said. "Most guys wouldn't be so careful."

"I... didn't want to cross a line."

She tilted her head. "What if I don't mind you stepping over it?"

That hung in the air between us for a long, silent second.

Then she smiled again -- playful, unreadable -- and slid her sunglasses back up.

"Thanks for the help," she said, lying back down. "You're welcome to stay."

And I did.

Hard the whole damn time.

CHAPTER 4

THE INVITATION

It started with a text.

Katherine:

"Hey sweet boy. Wanna ride to Home Depot with me? I need help carrying mulch and I like your arms."

I read it twice before replying. My arms? She was flirting -- or teasing. Or maybe both. It was always hard to tell with Katherine. Her words had a way of sitting in your head, slow and sticky.

Me:

> "Yeah. Sure. What time?"

She picked me up around noon, and the second I opened the passenger door, I forgot how to breathe.

She wore tiny denim shorts, so tight they looked painted on. The way they hugged her thick thighs made my brain fog over, but what really knocked the wind out of me was the soft, round outline of her pussy, pushing through the denim. Clear. Proud. That thick camel toe between her legs was impossible to miss, impossible to forget.

Up top, she wore a tight white crop top, no bra. Her full tits pressed against the fabric, nipples teasing through in the sunlight. Her flat stomach gleamed with a silver belly ring. Every inch of her was tan and smooth and perfectly fucking distracting.

"You getting in, or you gonna stand there all summer?" she said, smiling.

I climbed in fast, hoping she didn't notice the way I adjusted my shorts.

At Home Depot, it was like we were on display. Well--she was.

Men stared. Like, openly. One guy walked into a sign. Another fumbled an entire rack of paint samples. She bent over more than once to look at bags or labels, and every time she did, those shorts rode up and that thick pussy pressed forward, practically showing through the seams.

And Katherine? She didn't seem to notice. Or maybe she did.

She caught me looking and smiled. "You're quiet today."

"Trying not to make a scene," I muttered.

"A scene?" she laughed. "Tommy, you're the most polite guy I've ever seen fight a boner in public."

I nearly choked. She grinned wider.

The drive back was quieter -- heavy, even. The air between us felt charged, like something unspoken had grown too big to ignore.

Then she turned down the music. And everything changed.

"Can I tell you something?" she asked.

I looked over. "Of course."

She stared out the windshield. Her voice dropped just a little.

"I have a fantasy. One I've never told anyone."

The way she said it made my chest tighten.

"I think about being with someone," she went on slowly, "while someone else watches. Not a camera. Not a video. A real person. Close. Quiet. Hidden. Watching me take it all. Watching me get fucked."

Her voice hit my skin like heat.

"I think about the way I'd sound," she continued, "the way I'd move, the way my body reacts when I'm really taken care of. I imagine the watcher sitting still -- cock in hand, probably -- just hard and desperate, trying not to breathe too loud. Seeing everything."

I didn't respond. I couldn't. I was rock hard, breath shallow, almost dizzy with how much I wanted her.

"I've never done it," she said. "But I want to. One day."

I could feel my pulse everywhere. In my throat. In my fingertips. In the unbearable pressure between my legs.

She glanced at me. Her eyes weren't teasing anymore. They were honest.

"You're the only person I've told."

"Why?" I asked, throat dry.

"Because I trust you. You're sweet. Curious. And you make me feel safe being a little... wicked."

My heart slammed against my ribs.

She turned into her driveway, the tires crunching softly over the gravel. She shifted the SUV into park but didn't get out.

"There's something else," she said.

I waited.

"My husband's not... satisfying. Hasn't been for a long time. So when he's gone, I call a friend. Someone who knows how to handle me."

My chest went tight. My ears were ringing.

"He comes over," she said simply. "Fucks me. Makes me cum. Then leaves."

My mouth opened, but nothing came out.

She looked at me now -- direct, open.

"He's coming this weekend. Saturday."

The air was thick.

"You don't have to be involved," she said softly. "But if you're curious... if you wanted to watch..."

Her voice dropped just a little more.

"There's a closet in my bedroom. Slatted doors. Perfect view."

My cock twitched so hard I nearly groaned out loud.

"And if it's too much, you can slip out. Quietly. No one would know."

I just stared at her. Breath caught in my throat.

"But if you stay..." she smiled gently, "you might learn something you won't ever find online."

She opened the door and stepped out, slow and smooth, her thick ass rocking in those tight shorts as she walked toward the house.

I stayed sitting in the passenger seat, staring through the windshield like the world had just shifted under me.

I didn't know what the hell was going to happen Saturday night.

But I already knew where I'd be.