Behind the Neighbor's Door Pt. 02

*

Quite some time had passed since Nolan had witnessed what Nate had done to Dora. She had been quiet as a mouse the next day, though she was still somehow able to put on a brave face for Nolan and Grace, pretending like nothing was awry. As Nolan rarely saw her, he had no idea how she had been coping since then. One part of him was still in shock at what she had done, but the human part of him hoped she was okay. She certainly didn't let on anything the morning after, nor did she give any indication whether she knew that Nolan had spied on them.

For his own part, he had buried his deepest, darkest fantasies way down in his brain. What he had seen scared him, honestly. He had never expected to see his friend cheat on her husband, let alone with a man like Nate. It was clear that Dora was enjoying herself, but it was also clear that Nate was not gentle or kind. He was rough, and he was brutal. And Nolan wasn't sure that was what he wanted for Grace. Just thinking how much it would hurt Greg was enough for Nolan to stay clear of any such dark, debauched fantasy.

And it wasn't only about what Nolan didn't want to experience himself; would he want Grace to endure that savagery? And what if she liked it? What if she liked it better with a guy like Nate than her own boyfriend? That would surely break Nolan's heart. And yet, he couldn't get the thought of it out of his head.

Nate was an even odder nut to crack. He was as friendly as ever, and even helped Nolan change tires as spring rolled around, and helped him put together some lawn furniture Nolan had gotten from a client for the balcony. It was just a sofa, a few chairs, and the accompanying cushions, plus a small table.

Though Nate's first venture into Nolan and Grace's apartment had Nolan kinda on his toes. Not because Nate did anything, but letting him into their abode seemed, in some weird, awkward way, significant and somewhat forbidden. It wasn't, though. Grace wasn't even home. In fact, as far as Nolan knew, Grace hadn't talked that much to Nate other than their occasional banter at the mailbox, and even that had died down. It has been reduced to only the weekend nowadays. She had been busy, so it made sense.

In those months, Grace and Nolan truly settled in though. While Nolan still wanted a bigger city to bask in, he had found his place here in Courtington as well. It was a slower pace, but plenty of fun to be had still. Indianapolis was just an hour and change away should they need a bigger hub for activity too.

Grace picked up ballet, something that surprised Nolan a bit. He wasn't sure he recalled her dancing before, but apparently, it was something she enjoyed doing back home. While Grace had strong thighs and a god-like booty, she much preferred sports and activity over weightlifting, so it made sense.

While the small college town was just that, small, the minor nightlife that was to be found in Courtington was found to be exciting enough. On the first day of spring, they celebrated the new season by going to a club. Nolan got a rise out of finally taking note of all the people who were leering at his girl, and when they got home, Nolan gave Grace the business. After they had finished, she asked what was up with this newfound vigor, but Nolan was unable to tell her what had happened. How could he?

"You just look hot tonight," he settled on. "I think I finally realized I might have you sunbathing on the balcony sometime soon."

"Oh, is that so, you voyeuristic pervert," Grace teased, having no idea how right on the money she was. But even if it was pillow talk after sex, her teasing me like that only served to make me stupid.

"Yeah? I wasn't the only one looking," Nolan retorted. "Half the club was staring at your ass in those shorts."

"And you're gonna do what about it?" Grace asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Well, I think I'll start by giving you a spanking," Nolan said, and Grace laughed before they started kissing again.

The next time Nolan was able to bring anything up, was two weeks after that.

As it started to grow warmer, some other activities sprang to life that Nolan was very much looking forward to.

"I might be able to sunbathe soon too," Grace smiled, looking out the window one morning.

"Yeah? In that red bikini?" Nolan asked. Grace offered him a dirty look.

"Naughty," Grace said. "But it's kinda revealing. Your girl got back, and I don't want to be the cause of some heart attack. Ouh, that rhymed! Sort of. I don't know if I even have any other bikinis than that red one you got me."

"Why don't you just take advantage of the balcony?" Nolan suggested, knowing that it was pretty secluded. But as secluded as it was, the thought of Grace sunbathing there was very much appealing to me.

"Pff. I'd so feel exposed out there," Grace said.

"Pff yourself," Nolan said. "The balcony is facing the forest, and if you're worried about being exposed, there are matted walls between our balcony and Nate's, remember? Come to think of it, I don't see a single reason why you should not wear your skimpy little red bikini out where I can look at you all day."

"When you put it like that, my dear demanding boyfriend," Grace teased. "I do like being a bit naughty and sexy. And that bikini is pretty sexy if you ask me."

"Especially on you," Nolan added, getting a knowing 'you bet'-smile from Grace.

Nolan did want to see more of Grace; that much was true, but the thought of her slightly exposed was also intriguing. It was a safe way for him to get some of that thrill, but without any real danger of anything happening, just like with the nightclub. But like she said, so far it was still too cold for anything like that.

As for work, well, it was getting a bit intense. The bosses, Mr. Calhoun and his sister, Miss Calhoun, had a campaign for one of their companies, so a lot of the sales representatives were getting relocated. There were even talks about opening new out-of-state offices. Nolan, of course, started daydreaming about the benefits that might come along with such a change. Grace loved Courtington, but Nolan couldn't help but think of the possibility of getting a job in Chicago, Pittsburgh, or something like that.

And daydreaming, as one might imagine, can make one distracted from other tasks. Such as driving, which Nolan was already quite questionable at.

A loud honk brought Nolan back to the surface, just in time to swerve away from a semi-truck. He managed to not hit any other vehicles or pedestrians, thankfully, but instead grazed a couple of bushes by the side of the road. Nolan felt his heart beating fast as he pulled over. He knew he could have caused a major accident, or even worse. He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down, and cursed under his breath.

Thankfully, there was only minimal damage to the car, and Nolan was able to drive home without any problems. He was supposed to give Grace a lift to her ballet classes, as she hated driving with her ankles all sore.

"Wow, that's quite the story," Grace said, as Nolan had told her what happened on the way to her class. "You need to be more careful. You'll crash one day." It was true. Nolan wasn't the most careful driver.

*

Finally, the weather was decent enough to emerge from his lair. Nate loathed his smoking habits when it was cold, but now that he could sit out on the balcony, he could smoke whenever he wanted. It was liberating.

He sat on the small sofa, drinking a beer and smoking a cigar, watching the sun rise over the city. He had spent the night up late watching Netflix and had decided to get some fresh air and a smoke.

As he sat there, enjoying the morning breeze, he heard Grace and Nolan's door to their balcony slide open. There was a matted wall between him and them, so he couldn't see anything, but judging by the muddied frame of the long, neon-blonde hair, he figured it was Grace.

She didn't seem to notice him, due to the aforementioned matted wall between them, as she hummed some happy tune. It wasn't uncommon for her to do so, but it was the kind of humming that one did when they were alone. It seemed that she didn't know Nate was there.

Nate was curious about what she was doing, so he quietly moved closer to the edge of his balcony, trying to catch a glimpse of her. She was wearing a tank top and shorts and was barefoot, but the wall prevented him from getting a good look.

But as she moved over to the far end, Nate could see those shorts fight for their life to contain the roundest, firmest, and perkiest ass he had ever seen. Nate felt his cock growing hard as he watched Grace walk around, oblivious to him. He couldn't help himself from imagining how it would feel to sink his cock into that tight little hole, and how much of a whore she would be for him.

Nate felt his cock throb in his pants, and he reached down, rubbing it through his pants. He let out a quiet moan, but thankfully, it didn't seem like Grace heard him. He had half a mind to rush over to her apartment and show her how a real man took care of a woman's needs, but he held back. He had been burned before.

Nate also took note that Grace had her earpods in, which meant she didn't hear shit, but he had to be sure.

"Grace," he said, low, but still with enough volume so that she would've heard him. She didn't react. "Grace, can you hear me?" he asked, louder. But again, she didn't react. "Fuck, I bet you're such a dirty whore," he muttered to himself, as he started rubbing his cock faster. "I bet you would love a real man taking care of you."

Nate felt his balls tighten as he stroked his cock through his pants, imagining how it would feel to slide into Grace's tight pussy. He imagined how she would moan and squirm as he fucked her, and he imagined how she would beg for more as he pounded her into the mattress, making her forget all about her little boyfriend. Grace's girlfriend sure had been fun, but perhaps too easy.

Something about Grace made her a bigger conquest, and Nate was ready to give it his best shot.

Nate was close to cumming now, and with a trembling hand he pulled his cock out of his pants, stroking it fast and hard. He looked over at Grace again, and the sight of her perfect ass only turned him on more. "Oh fuck, Grace, I'm gonna cum," he moaned quietly, as he stroked his cock. "I'm gonna cum all for your perfect ass."

With a few more strokes, Nate came, shooting his load all over the railing of his balcony. He grunted as he stroked himself dry, and then tucked his cock back into his pants. He looked over at Grace again and saw that she was still oblivious to his presence. She was stuffing fertilizer into a pot, it looked like. He smirked to himself, knowing that he had gotten away with it, and then headed back inside, leaving Grace to her gardening.

However, when he got back inside his apartment, Nate realized what would happen if she had caught him. The risk of getting caught is one thing, but if Grace had turned around, all his work would have been undone. Enduring Nolan's rants about work, creating this facade for them to trust... All would've been pointless. Then he could just as well rushed over there, pushed her against the railing, and fucked her raw, consequences be damned. But that wasn't what he wanted.

He had to be more careful. But that woman... was intoxicating.

*

Warmer weather also meant more time outside, and that was where Grace found herself more often than not. Even when she was at the apartment, Nolan found her fiddling with the plants on the balcony or out by the corridor. Nolan found it endearing. Grace wasn't a tomboy but loved nature and activity, so it made sense she'd be outside whenever possible.

"Hey, babe," Nolan said, leaning against the sliding door. "I've been thinking."

"You? Thinking? Wow," Grace joked.

"Shut up," Nolan chuckled. "Why don't you wear that red bikini we talked about? That way you can work on your tan while working on the plants."

"Oh yeah? Is this some covert ploy to get me to parade around in a thong with my ass hanging out?" Grace asked, teasing him.

"I mean, if you're offering," Nolan replied, laughing as Grace gave him a playful smack on the arm.

"I don't know. I feel like I would be so exposed out here," she said, rubbing her shoulder.

"Well, yeah," Nolan said. "But there is nobody who can see you out here. It's just me and you."

"I was actually about to lie down to work on my tan, now that you mention it," Grace said. "Why don't you join me? You can have a beer while you enjoy your Sunday with me. God knows you could get out more."

"I'm often out," Nolan said.

"Out under the sun, I mean," Grace corrected, scolding Nolan in jest. "And yes, I'll wear that sexy bikini. But not for you, for me. Believe it or not, it's not just for men."

"Yeah?" Nolan asked, eager at the prospect regardless of the motivation behind it.

"Yes. Women like to feel sexy too, and oh lawdy, that one is so naughty and revealing," Grace said, waving her hand as if fanning herself.

So, the two of them agreed to spend a sunny Saturday afternoon outside on their balcony.

But things started to turn after a few beers and a warm sun. The old Nolan had emerged, as he was ogling Grace and her soft curves, which were so accentuated in her bikini. It wasn't a G-string, and probably not a thong technically, but her ass gave the material a run for its money regardless.

And Grace, well, she seemed to enjoy the attention from her boyfriend. It didn't go a full ten minutes without him running a hand across her silky smooth skin. Not always to grope, just to feel how mesmerizing Grace was.

"Oh wow," Grace said, looking at Nolan's bulge. "Someone likes the change of attire."

"You bet," Nolan said with a grin. As Nolan admired Grace, he caught a silhouette beyond the matted wall that separated their side from Nate's. It appeared that Nolan wasn't the only one appreciating the view. He wondered what Nate was doing over there, and he wondered if Nate could see anything.

Nolan's cock twitched at the thought of Nate being able to see Grace's barely covered ass. He imagined Nate jerking off at the sight of Grace's tight body. Once again, Nolan's dark fantasy surfaced, and even the warning signs he had put in place for himself were ignored. He thought he had shaken it, but as he faintly saw the broad frame of Nate, he couldn't stop himself.

What was the harm? Nate wasn't able to do anything but watch. That's right. Soak in the woman who was out of your reach, figuratively and literally. And Nolan didn't even know if Nate saw anything at all. It may just be his own mind playing tricks on him.

Visions of Nate's sweaty shining ass churning and plowing into Dora, her moans echoing through the apartment, flooded his brain again. He had never been this close to such raw, carnal lust, and it was exciting, even if he felt a little shameful for getting off on it.

"Earth to Nolan," Grace said, waving her hand in front of his face. "I know my ass is mesmerizing, but don't forget about me."

Nolan chuckled and pulled Grace in for a kiss. "How could I ever forget about you?" he asked. Grace smiled, and they kissed again, Nolan's hand finding her ass, squeezing it hard. "God, this thong is so sexy on you," he said.

"Mm, I thought you'd like it," Grace said. "It does make me feel so naughty. But I know you love it, and that makes it extra fun."

Nolan's cock throbbed in his pants, and he couldn't help but press himself against Grace's body, wanting to feel her soft skin against his own. "Fuck, you're so hot," he groaned.

Grace giggled and kissed him again. "You're not so bad yourself," she said. Nolan was sure that she could feel his cock pressing against her through their clothes.

He started to wonder whether he could have her out here on the balcony. Putting on a show for Nate, to show how sexy Grace was and how she belonged to Nolan alone, that all he could do was watch, was a bit too tempting. Though Nolan didn't really have any idea if Nate saw anything, or if he was even paying attention. He might just be hanging out with a pair of headphones in or something.

Grace took his decision for him, though, and dragged him inside and rode him hard and heavy on the couch.

*

Nate was quite surprised by the show Grace put on, for her to be so risque while relaxing on the balcony. Sure, she made anything look sexy, and when she wore something tight, it reassured Nate of his conquest. But that bikini had to be illegal on some level, right? That flawless ass more or less on full display for him to enjoy.

But Nolan didn't seem to mind either. Nate took him to be a jealous type, but perhaps he was confident enough in their relationship so that he saw no issue flaunting the goods of his girlfriend. Grace was a stunner, but Nolan's trust seemed misplaced. The moment Nate got the chance, he was gonna take that woman and make her his own. It was inevitable.

Nate even heard them going at it, as they had left the glass door ajar. It sounded like they had a good time, but it also sounded like Grace wasn't really reaching her full potential. And it pissed Nate off. A good woman like that wasted on a young, useless buck like Nolan. She needed a man. Was this jealousy that Nate was experiencing? Envy? Was it because he wanted Grace for himself, or because he didn't want anyone else to have her? Nate couldn't tell.

But regardless of how he felt, Nate knew it wouldn't be for a while. Even as cordial as they were, Grace could hardly look at him. Nolan was also a problem. As long as he was around, Nate doubted he had a shot. He just needed to show Grace what a real man had to offer and to lower her defenses around him.

Nate cursed himself for not being good with computers. Maybe she had some social media presence where he could at least stare at her. But perhaps that would be too distracting and derail him from his plans. But perhaps he could make notes, to see if there were places to exploit, to weaken the relationship and strengthen their perception of himself in the process.

Peering down at the parking lot while he was out smoking, pondering these things, Nate saw Nolan try to park his car next to his own old Volkswagen. Nolan might have a better car than himself, but seeing the young buck put the car in reverse and almost crash, well, Nate could jot that down. He had overheard Grace a few times complaining to Nolan about his driving, so perhaps there was something there.

What else was there?

Grace liked to be active. She liked plants and shit. He realized he didn't really know that much about her. Yet, his obsession seemed almost borderline unhealthy.

What about Nolan, then, back to him... Well, Nate had sometimes tried to compliment his girl, and that seemed to go over well. In fact, sometimes it seemed like the awkward fuck spaced out a little bit, but that could be fatigue too. The guy worked a lot. In fact, Nate was pretty sure Nolan was dying to move away and was just staying here because Grace loved it in Courtington. Nate chuckled as he imagined the young buck getting a job and having to move away, leaving his precious Grace behind with him, just next door.

But the last few days, Nate hadn't seen much of either of them. That could be because it was Monday through Friday, or because they went somewhere together. But they did leave their balcony doors open a fair amount, and he heard them come and go. It was odd how he had never really paid attention to it, but the sound carried fairly well whenever the doors were open. He couldn't hear the words or anything else conclusive, but he could hear when they talked, when glasses clinked, and sometimes even moans from them fucking.

It pissed Nate off to hear Nolan have Grace all to himself, how that boy had a successful career, while Nate had to rely on what he had scraped together from his old job and the stock market. And it pissed Nate off even more when he heard Grace moan from getting fucked by Nolan when Nate knew that he could make her moan much louder than that.

Perhaps Nate should get a job. He had done all sorts of things before, from welding to selling vacuums to PR and working in sales like Nolan did. Well, he hadn't made any contacts, but surely there was someplace where a veteran like him could find work.

*

"Hey there, buddy!" Hammer called to Nolan as Nolan was about to head to work. Nolan was still a bit sleepy, but turned around to see what Nate wanted.

"Good morning, Hammer," Nolan said. "What's up?"

"Well, I'm about to head downtown, and I was wondering if you wanted a lift?" Hammer asked. "I saw your car was having issues again."

"Oh, yeah, the transmission is kinda busted," Nolan said, sighing. "I'll probably have to get it fixed. Or just buy a new one, I dunno. But sure, a lift would be great."

"No problem," Hammer said. "Come on."

They headed out to Hammer's old van, which was covered in dust and dirt, but seemed to run smoothly enough. They chatted a little bit on the way, mostly about Nolan's car troubles and about work.

"Yeah, it's been pretty busy lately," Nolan said. "I've been working a lot of overtime, trying to get a promotion."

"That's good," Hammer said. "You deserve it, you work hard."

"Thanks," Nolan said, smiling. "It's nice to get recognition for all my hard work. I just wish I had more time at home."

Hammer laughed. "Yeah, I bet. I remember when I was young and working hard, trying to prove myself to the old bosses. But you'll get there. But listen, there is one thing I wanted to talk to you about. You know the big company over at Oakwood, right?"

"Yeah," Nolan said.

"Well, they need some people who know how to sell their products," Hammer continued. "I talked to my friend down there, and he said they're looking for someone. And, well, I put in a good word for you."

"Oh, wow, thank you, Hammer," Nolan said, smiling. "That's really nice of you. I appreciate it."

"No problem," Hammer said, grabbing my knee for a friendly squeeze. "You're a good kid, and you deserve a chance to prove yourself."

"That's true," Nolan said. "Thank you again."

Nolan felt his chest swell with pride. The thought that Hammer had recommended him to his friends down at Oakwood made him feel special. He knew that Hammer didn't do this for just anybody, so it was an honor to be chosen. And bringing in a large contract would set his head high above the crowd.

As they pulled up to the office, Nolan thanked Hammer again for the ride.

"Of course, no problem," Hammer said. "And another thing... Nate, your neighbors between my place and yours... Be careful around him."

"How come?"

"Let's just say, he's a bit of a creep," Hammer said. "Just keep an eye on him, and don't let him get too close."

"Alright," Nolan said. "I'll keep that in mind. Thanks for the heads-up."

"No problem," Hammer said. "Take care. And it's probably nothing, just, y'know, letting you know."

"You too."

As Nolan headed inside, he couldn't help but wonder what Hammer had meant by that. Nolan knew Nate was brash and a bit forward, and knew already that he was sort of creepy, but hearing it come from Hammer made it seem like there was something more to it. But Nolan shrugged it off for now. He had work to do.

As soon as he got back home that day, Nolan told Grace about Hammer's recommendation to Oakwood.

"That's so great!" Grace said, hugging him tight. "I'm proud of you!"

"Thanks," Nolan said, smiling. "I really hope I get it. It would be a huge break for me."

"Should we celebrate?" Grace asked, smiling coyly. "Wanna go dancing again? Last time my sexy moves got you all riled up!"

Nolan hadn't told Grace yet why that trip to the club had made him rail her like no tomorrow. All those eyes staring and lusting after her... Well, perhaps a trip back to the club would be a good idea.

But then Nolan looked at Grace and that smile of hers. Her body was incredible, but there was just something extra there on those lips. Like, she knew she was beautiful, that she was aware of the attention she got, but all those men could only dream because Nolan was the one dating her. A small, mischievous smile, perhaps. Or perhaps, possibly, Nolan was reading into the small arch of her lips a bit too much.

"You're staring," Grace said.

"I'm sorry," Nolan replied, sheepish.

Grace laughed. "Don't apologize. Wanna have a shower while I go get dressed into something more club-appropriate?" she suggested.

"Sounds great," Nolan said, grinning.

As they headed for their bedroom, Grace gave Nolan a playful slap on the ass, sending him off to the shower. "Don't take too long," she said, before disappearing into the closet.

Nolan smiled as he headed for the bathroom, looking forward to a night out with Grace. It had been a while since they had gone dancing, and he knew that it would be a fun time. And who knows, maybe they could even continue the fun when they got home.

As Nolan stepped out of the shower, he was greeted by Grace wearing a short red dress that hugged her curves perfectly. She smiled as she saw him staring at her, and she gave him a little twirl to show off her ass. "What do you think?" she asked.

"Wow," was all Nolan could say. "You look amazing."

"Thank you," Grace said, smiling. "You don't look so bad yourself."

"You really gonna go out like that?" Nolan asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, why not? I felt so naughty on our balcony, so I thought why not indulge in my sexy self a little bit?" she said with a shrug.

"You're gonna turn heads tonight," Nolan said, grinning. "And make me look good."

"Oh, you mean more than I already do?" Grace teased.

Nolan chuckled and shook his head. "Come on, let's go have some fun."

The club was just as busy as last time, but this time it was the two of them alone. No friends or colleagues to distract from them, just Grace and Nolan, dancing together and having fun. And just as Nolan had predicted, Grace was turning heads left and right. But every time he looked at her, she was just looking at him with a smile on her face.

"Having fun?" he asked.

"Yeah," she said. "It feels good to let loose and have fun."

"It does," Nolan agreed. "I'm glad we did this."

"Me too," Grace said. "Now come on, let's dance."

"You bet," Nolan said, pulling her close to him as they danced together. The feel of her body against his was intoxicating, and he couldn't help but want her even more.

As the night went on, Nolan and Grace got more and more drunk, dancing and drinking, having fun. Eventually, Nolan decided to taste fate a little bit. He trusted Grace, but he just wanted to see what would happen if she was left on her own for a few moments.

"Hey, I'm gonna go to the bathroom," Nolan said.

"Okay," Grace said, giving him a kiss. "Be quick."

"I will," Nolan promised.

As Nolan made his way through the crowd, he kept an eye on Grace, watching her dance alone. He watched as guys came up to her, trying to get her attention, but she just smiled and kept on dancing. He watched as one extra cocky guy in particular kept coming back, trying to talk to her. And then, finally, Nolan saw what he was hoping for. The guy put a hand on her shoulder, trying to pull her close to him, but Grace just pushed him away, shrugging him off.

Nolan chuckled as he watched the scene unfold. It was like seeing Grace reject a puppy. But he felt a sense of pride knowing that Grace was his girl, and only his. But that was also why he felt it so exciting to see her being checked out and flirted with by other guys. It was a huge rush, and he loved every second of it.

Nolan watched as the guy tried to dance with Grace, keeping half a foot between them. That seemed to be acceptable as Grace just offered him a smile and kept moving to the rhythm next to him.

The guy seemed to be getting bolder, though, and Nolan could see him lean a bit closer to talk over the music, but not really stepping into her comfort zone. Whatever he said, Grace nodded politely, her neon blonde hair gently bouncing as she moved. Then the guy seemed to ask something else, because Grace shook her head, but the guy took another step, now definitely in her bubble, and started talking again. He was definitely trying to hit on her, and Nolan felt himself getting excited at the scene in front of him. The dancer wasn't overly close, but after having rejected him twice, he now had gained quite some ground.

Nolan felt his blood boil as he watched the guy essentially now dancing with Grace, not just next to her. What was Grace doing? Was she just playing along, or was she actually enjoying this guy's company? Nolan couldn't tell, but he was sure that Grace wouldn't let it go too far. But at the same time, Nolan wondered what would happen if he did let it go too far. How far would things progress if Nolan didn't intervene? Would Grace eventually accept the guy's advances?

Nolan felt his cock grow hard as he imagined Grace allowing the guy to touch her, to feel her up as they danced together. He imagined the guy trying to kiss her, and Grace reluctantly kissing him back. And then, finally, Nolan imagined the guy trying to take things further, to take Grace home with him. And Nolan imagined Grace agreeing, allowing the guy to take her home and fuck her until sunrise.

It wasn't a pleasant thought, and pretty dark considering how loyal Nolan thought Grace to be, but that poison is what turned him on. Perhaps it was some weird form of self-torture. He wanted her to be loyal, but the thought of her being tempted by other men, and being unable to resist, was hot. It was something that Nolan had never experienced before, and it was exciting. It was dangerous, and it was sexy.

As Nolan watched the guy get even bolder, putting his hand on Grace's lower back and pulling her close to him, Grace shook her head and pulled away from him. Nolan felt a sense of pride as he saw her reject the guy again. But as the guy tried to get close to Grace again, Nolan knew he had to step in. He made his way over to her, pushing through the crowd.

"Hey, you ready to go?" he asked, putting an arm around Grace.

"Yeah," she said. "This guy was just getting too friendly for my liking."

Nolan glared at the guy, who backed away, looking embarrassed.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were together," the guy said. "I'll leave you guys alone."

"Thanks," Nolan said, pulling Grace close to him.

They made their way out of the club, Nolan feeling an odd mix of jealousy and excitement. He was jealous of the guy for getting close to Grace, but he was excited at the idea of her being tempted by someone else. And as they got into an Uber, Nolan couldn't help but imagine what would have happened if he hadn't been there. Would Grace have allowed the guy to take her home? Would she have fucked him? She was never a one-night-stand kind of girl, even when she was single, so something like that would be so unlike her. But there was always a first time.

The second they got home, Grace pushed Nolan against the wall and kissed him hard.

"What got into you?" Nolan asked, laughing.

"I don't know," Grace said. "I just felt so sexy tonight, and I couldn't wait to get home and have you all to myself."

"Well, I'm here now," Nolan said, kissing her back. "And I'm all yours."

"Good," Grace said. "Because I want you to take me right here, right now."

Nolan felt his cock grow hard as he heard those words come out of Grace's mouth. He couldn't believe that she was so horny, but he wasn't about to say no.

"What's going on with you?" Nolan asked.

"I got a surprise for you under this dress," Grace moaned. "Dancing around with what I'm wearing, knowing you could see me, God, I'm so fucking horny for you, babe."

"A surprise?" Nolan asked, intrigued. "What kind of surprise?"

"Why don't you find out?" Grace asked.

Nolan grinned and reached down to feel what Grace had in store for him. His eyes grew wide as he felt the silky material of something he guess was straps. With a glance down toward her perfect legs, he saw that she was wearing stockings, but was starting to realize they were perhaps not stocking at all, but thigh-highs held up by straps.

"Are you... wearing lingerie under there?" Nolan asked in disbelief. "To the club? You naughty girl..."

"I wanted to surprise you," Grace said. "You've been working so hard lately, and I thought I'd do something special for you. Do you like it?"

"Fuck yes," Nolan said, grinning. "God, you're so sexy. I can't believe you're wearing lingerie in public."

"I know," Grace said. "It's so naughty. But I love it. Now, are you gonna fuck me or not?"

Nolan chuckled and kissed her hard. "Of course I am," he said. "But first, I want to see what you're wearing."

Grace grinned and reached down to lift the hem of her dress, revealing a pair of black lace panties and a matching garter belt. She slowly pulled the dress over her head, revealing a lacy black bra that accentuated her breasts perfectly. The lace was perfect, and the way the strings framed her body made her look like a good late-night snack.

"Damn," Nolan said, grinning. "You really went all out, didn't you?"

"I did," Grace said. "I wanted to make sure you knew how much I appreciate you."

"Well, it's working," Nolan said, reaching out to run his hand over her body. "God, you're so hot. I can't believe you wore this in public."

"You already said that, Mr. Stupid," Grace snickered. "I love how you're so amazed. It's just a bit of skin and some thigh."

"Just a bit of skin and some thigh? Is that a joke?" Nolan breathed, sinking down to his knees to inspect the goods. He ran his fingers over her silky smooth skin, feeling how god damn warm this being was. Those thighs, to think he was the lucky one to have them wrapped around him while he fucked her senseless. Nolan felt himself getting harder by the second as he admired her, and he couldn't wait to get his cock inside of her.

"Like what you see?" Grace asked, biting her lip.

In response, Nolan buried his face between her thighs, inhaling her scent and kissing her soft skin.

"Mm, someone's eager," Grace moaned, running her fingers through his hair.

Nolan continued to kiss and lick her thighs, his hands roaming all over her body. He could feel Grace shudder under his touch, and he knew that she was enjoying herself. He moved up her body, kissing and licking her stomach, her breasts, and her neck, before finally kissing her on the lips.

"You're so sexy," Grace moaned, kissing him back. "I love the way you touch me."

"I love the way you feel," Nolan said, smiling. "I can't believe you're mine."

"I am yours," Grace said. "And I'm going to be yours forever. Now, stop talking and fuck me."

Nolan chuckled and kissed her again, before moving behind her to pull her black lace panties down. As he did so, he admired the sight of her tight ass, and he couldn't help but give it a playful smack. Grace let out a surprised squeal, but then laughed and pushed her ass back into his hand. Nolan smirked and gave her another smack, making her yelp in surprise again.

"Do you like that?" he asked. "Do you like it when I spank your naughty little ass?"

"Yes," Grace moaned. "I love it when you spank me."

Nolan grinned and spanked her ass again, this time harder. "That's what I thought," he said. "You're such a dirty little girl, aren't you?"

"I am," Grace moaned. "I'm a dirty girl who needs to be punished."

Nolan chuckled and gave her ass another smack, making her moan again. He loved how she responded to his touch, and he couldn't wait to bury his cock inside of her. Squeezing her ass, Nolan thought back to those douchebags at the club lusting after his girl, and he felt like he was going dizzy, slowly losing his mind. Thinking of it while enjoying Grace's body was an intoxicating combination, but he wasn't about to let anyone else have her. She was his, and only his.

Grace turned around, kneeling in front of him, and undid his belt and zipper. She pulled out his cock and began stroking it, looking up at him with her blue eyes.

"Want me to show my appreciation to this little guy?" Grace asked coyly.

"Fuck yes," Nolan breathed, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.

Grace smiled and leaned forward, taking his cock into her mouth. She began sucking him off, her lips wrapped tightly around his shaft, her tongue swirling around the tip of his cock. She was amazing, and Nolan couldn't help but moan in pleasure.

"You're so good at that," Nolan grunted, running his fingers through her hair.

Grace responded by taking more of his cock into her mouth, and he could feel her gag slightly as he pushed himself deeper down her throat. But she didn't back off, instead sucking him harder and faster, and Nolan knew he wasn't going to last much longer if she kept it up.

But before he could finish, Grace pulled away, grinning up at him. "Not yet," she said. "I want to feel you inside me."

Nolan smirked and pulled her up to her feet, kissing her hard. He lifted her up and carried her into their bedroom, laying her down on the bed and climbing on top of her. He kissed her again, his hands roaming over her body, exploring every inch of her skin. It was all familiar territory, very much so, but Nolan still found himself getting lost in her soft curves.

He moved down to her breasts, kissing them, licking them, sucking on them. He could hear Grace moan in pleasure, and he could feel her nipples harden against his tongue. It was a huge turn-on for Grace when he played with her tits, and Nolan took full advantage of that fact.

"You like that?" he asked, smirking.

"Yes," Grace moaned, arching her back. "I love it when you play with my tits."

Nolan grinned and continued to play with her breasts, his hands roaming all over her body. He could feel Grace shudder under his touch, and he knew that she was enjoying herself.

Eventually, Grace couldn't take it anymore, and she reached down to grab Nolan's cock, stroking him.

"I need you inside me," she moaned. "Fuck me now, Nolan. Don't make me tell you twice."

Nolan chuckled and climbed up to find her lips again, kissing her deeply. He positioned his cock at her entrance, and with one quick thrust, he slid inside of her. He moaned as he felt her tight walls clench around his cock, and he began to move inside of her, slowly at first, but then picking up the pace.

"God, you feel so good," he groaned, thrusting deep inside of her.

"I felt so naughty tonight," Grace whispered as if it were a secret. "With all those eyes staring at me. Nobody knew what secrets I hid under my dress," she said with a giggle.

The thought of all those eyes drove Nolan to thrust with more vigor, thinking how all of those guys wouldn't hesitate to do what he was doing right now. The thought made him possessive, and he wanted Grace to know that she was his and his only.

"You're mine," he grunted, pushing deep inside of her.

"Oh fuck," Grace moaned. "I'm yours, Nolan."

Her words drove him wild, and Nolan began fucking her faster, harder, deeper. The sound of their bodies slapping against each other filled the room, mingling with their moans.

"I'm yours, Nolan," Grace repeated.

"I love you, Grace," Nolan gasped as his thrusts got harder and quicker, pounding into her harder.

Grace moaned in pleasure, her eyes closing, her hair flinging wildly as her head bounced with his forceful thrusts.

"You're so fucking tight," Nolan groaned. "God, I love your pussy."

"I love your cock," Grace moaned. "Fuck me harder, Nolan. Make me yours."

Nolan smiled as he pressed into her, plundering her pussy, giving her everything she begged for and more. He was loving the sound of her begging and whimpers, knowing his cock was hitting the right spots for her. She was all his, and he was going to make sure that she knew it. He thrust as hard and deep as possible, determined to make her come undone beneath him.

"A-almost there," Grace panted in his ears. Her voice was desperate, and he loved it. "I'm g-g-gonna cu-uum," she keened, and her entire body quivered and stiffened. Then she groaned loudly, her pussy clamped and sucked Nolan's cock. Nolan pounded into her with renewed determination.

"Yes, yes, yes! Fuck!" Grace shouted. Never pausing in his onslaught, Nolan came right along with her, his own pleasure consuming him completely.

He collapsed down onto Grace, and they lay like that, panting for air as their orgasms faded, leaving them sweaty and satisfied.

"Fuck, that was hot," Grace said with a small laugh as she regained her bearings.

"It really was," Nolan said, rolling off of her and lying down next to her. He turned his head to her, and kissed her on the lips, both of them exhausted, and Grace looking well and thoroughly fucked. Her perfect hair was all messy, and she had a tired, contented look on her graceful face. Yes, her name lent itself to many good, appropriate puns.

"Is it weird that I preferred it like this?" Grace said, rolling over to look at me. "Or, I should say that I like this as well. The variation."

"What now?"

"You spanking me, behaving like an animal," Grace explained. "I much prefer when we make love, but I also think I have an appetite to vary things up a bit."

Nolan wasn't sure if this was an opportunity to push his cuckold fantasy, but was too chicken shit. But Grace talking about sex, wanting to have some variety, and experimenting. That was quite a revelation. Perhaps she didn't mean what Nolan had fantasized about, but it was quite the admission nevertheless.

"Do you have anything in mind?" Nolan tried to push, maybe try to figure out exactly where her mindset was on things. He knew some guys were a bit insecure about hearing their girl's fetishes, but he didn't mind. Nolan knew her pretty good, but they were still young and there was so much out there to explore.

"I'm not sure. I like to be naughty sometimes, I guess. Like wearing lingerie underneath my dress... or how... God, it's kinda embarrassing," she said, covering her face.

"What is? Now you gotta tell me!" Nolan said. Grace waved her hands at her face as if it would cool her down.

"Okay... Don't laugh, and you'll totally think I'm such a pervert," Grace started, but gave a pause. When Nolan didn't interrupt, she sighed and continued. "When I blow you... I love it when I, like, rub your cock on my face. Not only on my face, but like, ride the tip along my lips and then up my cheek. It's so weird, but I think it's so sexy and I get so aroused and it makes me feel slutty."

"That's... not perverted or weird at all. That sounds really hot, actually," Nolan said, perplexed as to why she found the notion embarrassing, but happy to go along for the ride. It sort of explained a lot, actually. While it wasn't too often that she blew him, she did it with quite the vigor when she first did it. "Anything else?"

"Um, yeah," Grace admitted sheepishly. "Anal... And I know I only give it to you on your birthday, but it's just too intense."

"Wait, you love anal?!" Nolan said, almost jumping up.

"Love is a strong word, but I like it. And I know you think you can fuck my ass whenever, but no. Please, I can't explain it, but it has to happen on special occasions," Grace said.

"But... Why? I love your ass," Nolan complained.

"Because it's the butt," Grace said as if it was common knowledge.

"Alright, I suppose," Nolan said, surprised as the revelations kept pouring. "Anything else?"

"I love it when you cum inside me. It's like the utmost way of claiming me. Like, taking ownership of your girlfriend... Sorry, does that sound too much?" Grace wondered, growing redder in the face by the moment.

"It's so sexy," Nolan moaned. It seemed that his fantasy and her fascination were like kindred spirits. They were too much into the same weird shit. How could she be so gorgeous, but so naughty at the same time?

"Just feeling you pump away, losing yourself inside me. If there's anything that comes close to perfection, that's it," Grace said, her voice starting to grow hoarser.

Nolan was impressed with his young lover, not thinking that such a wholesome little flower could be so dirty. Perhaps, this was his best chance ever to broach the cuckold stuff with her, but Nolan didn't. Grace's fetishes and kinks were all pretty vanilla compared to that.

"Anything else?" Nolan asked again, eager to learn more.

"I think that is enough of the confession box for one night," Grace giggled. "You best believe I'm gonna give you the same interrogation some other time." Nolan gulped at the thought. He doubted she was prepared for what she'd learn. Perhaps he could get away with some of the more vanilla stuff he was into.

"How about I rub my cock on your face?" Nolan said with a grin.

"No, I have to do it. Or you can do it hands-free. This is why it's so weird," Grace said, chuckling at her absurdity.

"I can't help but feel like I'm getting to know the dirtier side of you," Nolan said. Grace gave him an apologetic look, and he immediately interjected her thoughts. "And I like it. It's oddly cute and endearing. And hot, of course. If anything, you just became even sexier in my eyes."

"Aw, thanks," she said, pulling him in for a kiss.

Nolan smiled and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.

*

The following morning, Nolan woke up feeling a bit groggy from the night before. But it wasn't a bad feeling. No, that was the kind of hangover one felt after having too much fun. After waking up, he found Grace lying next to him, sleeping soundly. He smiled as he looked at her, and he felt a surge of affection for her. She truly was amazing, and he was so lucky to have her in his life.

As he got dressed, he felt a bit guilty for what he had done last night. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help himself. He had been so turned on by Grace being flirted with, and he couldn't resist the temptation. But he promised himself that he would make it up to her later, even though she had no idea what he had done.

"Good morning," Grace said, stirring. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm feeling great," Nolan said. "Last night was amazing."

"It was," Grace said. "You were really into it."

"I was," Nolan agreed. "You looked so hot in your lingerie."

"I know," Grace said. "I loved how you reacted when you saw it."

Nolan smiled and kissed her. "I love you, Grace."

"I love you too, Nolan. I'll slumber a bit more if that's okay."

After a long shower, Nolan felt like his old self again. He still had a bit of a hangover, but it was manageable. Sitting out on the balcony, drinking his coffee and enjoying the cool breeze was just what he needed.

But then he heard the sliding door to Nate's balcony open, and the man stepped out, also enjoying the cool morning air. He couldn't see him, other than a faint silhouette through the matted wall. Nolan jumped up, went up to the railing where the matted wall cut down to almost a halfwall, and leaned out to talk to him. It had been a few days, and Nolan had a growing appreciation for the chit-chat they had been doing.

"Howdy neighbor," Nolan said. Nate looked a bit startled, but it was perhaps due to it not even being 9 AM.

"Oh hey. Didn't expect you to be awake this early. Not with the night you've had," Nate said, shooting him a dirty grin.

"Shit, sorry, did you hear anything?" Nolan said, worried they had been a nuisance.

"Nah, I just saw when you guys came home last night. But sounds like you got lucky, eh?" the older man said with a knowing smirk.

"Yeah, Grace looked smoking in a red dress," Nolan said.

"Heh, I bet," Nate said. "Sorry, I don't wanna be crude."

"Pff, she's a hottie, I'd think you were insane if you didn't think she was hot as fuck," Nolan retorted, hoping to make Nate squirm a bit, teasing him with what he got. Nate looked indifferent.

"Who are you talking to?" Grace had suddenly appeared, rubbing her eyes.

Glancing at her, Nolan could see that she was wearing just a baggy t-shirt loosely hanging off her shoulder, and a small glimpse of her black lacy thong underneath. Thank god there was a wall between them and their neighbor because her coming out like this, those thighs looked just as good this morning as they had last night.

"Is that Grace I'm hearing?" Nate asked cheerfully, glancing toward the matted wall in the direction of where Grace was standing.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know you guys were talking," Grace said, embarrassed. "I thought you were on the phone." Turning slightly pink, she spun around and went back to bed. Nolan chuckled, shook his head, and turned back to Nate again.

"Sorry about that," Nolan said. "But yeah, we had a fun night. Grace looked amazing."

"I'm sure she did," Nate said. "But you better treat her right. She seems like a sweet girl."

"I do," Nolan said. "But enough about me, how are things going with you?"

"It's been good," Nate said. "I've been looking for something to do later tonight, and I thought, hey, why not ask my dear neighbor to go out for a beer or something?"

"Yeah?" Nolan replied, surprised by the offer. "Sure, why not?"

"Great," Nate said, grinning. "I'll see you later tonight, then."

"Sounds good," Nolan said.

As Nate walked away, Nolan couldn't help but smile. It had been a while since he had made a new friend, and he was excited to get to know Nate better. He seemed like a fun guy, and he was always down for a drink. Sure, he was a bit old school and crass, but there was something about him that Nolan was starting to like.

"Hey, babe," Grace said, coming out on the balcony again a few hours later. Now she was dressed in regular clothing, tight jeans, and a loose tank top showing a bit of sideboob if you were fortunate enough.

"Hey," Nolan said, smiling at her. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah, I did," Grace said. "What time is it?"

"It's around ten," Nolan said.

"Wow, I can't remember the last time I slept in that late," Grace said. "I was thinking of heading up to that industrial lot and get some work done, but I might actually indulge myself and relax here on the balcony."

"Yeah? Is that so?" Nolan asked, getting his hopes up.

"Yes, I'm going to wear the red bikini," Grace said with a playful sigh. "Be right back," she said, giving me a wink before she disappeared back inside.

Nolan grinned as he watched her walk away, enjoying the view. He was looking forward to seeing Grace in that red bikini again, but perhaps even more so, he looked forward whether Nate would enjoy the view as well. It was a weird thought, and one that he wasn't quite comfortable with, but there was something exciting about it. It was like he was playing with fire, and he knew that it could burn him, but he couldn't help himself.

Grace came back a few minutes later wearing the red bikini, just as promised.

"There's my girl," Nolan said, grinning.

"Yeah? Do you like what you see?" Grace asked, twirling around to show off her body.

"Fuck yeah, I do," Nolan said. "You look amazing."

Grace smiled and kissed him. "Thank you," she said. "I'm gonna go lie down on the sunbed and get some sun while I work. By the way, could I borrow your laptop later? I have to make some blueprints, and my Mac is in for service. The battery is busted or something."

"Sure," Nolan said, leaning his head back against the chair.

After a while, Nolan heard a noise from behind the wall, and he knew that Nate must have been on his balcony again. He looked over at Grace, who was lying on the sunbed on her stomach, in prime position for some neighborly voyeurism. If Nate could see anything, Nolan still had no idea, but it was exciting nonetheless.

Then Nolan got an idea.

"Hey, babe?" Nolan said, looking over at Grace.

"Yeah?" she said, not opening her eyes.

"Do you want something to drink? I was thinking of making some fresh pressed orange juice," Nolan suggested.

"That sounds good," Grace said lazily, enjoying the sun.

"Alright, I'll be back in a minute," Nolan said, getting up.

As Nolan headed inside to get the fruit and the press, he took his time, hoping to see some interaction between Nate and his girlfriend. Unfortunately, the kitchen was positioned so that he couldn't really get a good angle to what Nate was doing, and due to the window not reaching the floor, he couldn't really see Grace either.

Frustrated, Nolan tried to hurry, the anticipation of what was going on killing him. He knew he was overreacting, most likely, but the thrill seemed to amplify all stressors.

While he had been looking for the presser, as it was never in the same spot, it seemed, Grace had apparently gotten up. Nolan saw her check some of the plants that hung from the ceiling when she suddenly reacted to someone talking to her. Nate, no doubt.

If Nate had been looking over the railing while Grace fiddled around with her plants, he no doubt would've gotten a world-class viewing of Grace on her tippy toes, ass clad in a thong-bikini bottom stretched and right there for to be soaked up.

The thought made Nolan's cock twitch, and he found himself wishing that Nate had gotten an eyeful.

Nolan was also frustrated that he couldn't hear what they were saying, but he tried to imagine what might be happening. Was Nate flirting with Grace? Was he hitting on her? Somehow, the frustration of not knowing worked to turn Nolan on even more. There was something exciting about the unknown, about not being able to see or hear what was happening.

Grace looked a bit flustered, no doubt expecting Nate to see her in such a skimpy outfit.

Nolan smiled as he watched her blush. She still maintained the conversation about whatever Nate was talking about. Nate no doubt wanted to stall and talk as long as possible, wanting to enjoy the view, but Nolan doubted Grace was up for that.

After the initial shock, it seemed like Grace was more engaged in the conversation, nodding and talking along with whatever it was they were talking about. Suddenly, as Nolan realized he had spent an unnatural amount of time squeezing some oranges, Grace suddenly appeared in the doorway.

"I'm heading over to Nate's," Grace said, making Nolan's poor heart jump. "He started asking me about my calathea rattlesnake, then asked if I could come over and help him make some decoration plans."

"Okay," Nolan said, trying to sound casual.

"What's up? Why are you being weird?" Grace asked.

"I'm not being weird," Nolan said. "I just didn't expect you to actually go over to Nate's in that bikini."

"I'm just being neighborly," Grace said. "I was getting a bit restless anyway."

"You're not worried... he'll try something?" Nolan asked. "You know, how he grabbed your ass when we first moved in."

"Ah, that's what's bothering you?" Grace asked. "I don't know, he seems like he has come around a bit since then. Sure, it was a fucked up thing to do, to violate my space like that, but he seems friendly enough now that we know him better, right?"

"Sure," Nolan said. "I just don't want anything to happen to you."

"I appreciate your concern, babe," Grace said. "But I think I can handle myself."

"You gonna wear that, though?" Nolan asked, nodding at the skimpy bikini. Grace looked down and shrugged.

"What, would that make you jealous?" Grace teased. Nolan faked a chuckle, as his heart was about to explode through his chest. For a fleeting moment, he thought she was on to him and his weirdness, but luckily, she was just joking around with him.

"Hey, I don't own your body, like, you're your own person," Nolan said, holding his hands up, half joking.

"It doesn't bother you that your neighbor, who's older than my dad, will get an eyeful of these heavy cheeks?" Grace said, grabbing one for emphasis.

"No," Nolan said, playing it cool. He had no idea why; it did bother him, but the excitement of Grace being so exposed was overwhelming. "Why would it?"

"Fine then. I was going to change, but if it doesn't bother you, then I won't!" Grace said, taking the challenge and strutting off to the front door. "I'll go see what Nate needs help with. See you in a few," Grace said with a smile.

Nolan's heart pounded in his chest as Grace exited the apartment. What was he thinking sending her over like that? Perhaps he wasn't. He was just so desperate to experience Grace being flirted with and potentially even seduced; however, he never thought she'd actually take Nate up on any of his advances. It wasn't likely that anything would happen, but that faint possibility that a man and a woman might indulge themselves, and the fantasy of something so taboo. And Grace being so precious to him, and Nate, while being jovial, could be quite the creep.

As Nolan stood there, wondering if he had made a mistake. He thought back to Nate's first engagement with Grace. He had grabbed her ass, and that was kind of sexual assault if you think about it, and he was immediately starting to regret sending her over in just her bikini.

Then again, she didn't seem to think that would be a problem. It was too late now, though. What would he do, grab her and yell at her for going over there? Nolan felt his cock jump into an immediate erection as he heard the front door of their apartment close, knowing that Grace was on her way next door, clad in a skimpy bikini. He couldn't wait to see what happened.

The second he heard Grace knock on Nate's door, he ran to the front door to hear what was said, but all he could gather was that they greeted each other. He could only imagine Nate's reaction when he saw that Grace hadn't put on anything before coming over.

Then the wait began. It was almost painful. Nolan had in his fantasies always wanted to see something happening, but being in the dark was almost just as powerful. He tried to do some work while Grace was over at Nate's place, but he couldn't focus. All he could think about was what was happening over there, and it was driving him crazy.

Of course, why would Grace even entertain the idea of anything happening? It wasn't like she knew her boyfriend had such fantasies about her, and he wasn't about to tell her anytime soon. Nothing would probably happen, most likely, as Grace had no interest and, as unlikely as it was, if Nate tried to force anything, then Nolan was within earshot.

But entertaining the fantasy in his head, with Grace in his apartment wearing that bikini, was too tantalizing to pass up. Just thinking about her next door with a dirty older man with only a thin wall separating them made Nolan's cock rock hard.

His imagination started to drift. He even moved closer to the wall facing Nate's apartment so he could listen. He even found himself wondering if he would be able to hear them moan. The thought made his cock twitch, and he felt a surge of excitement at the possibility of hearing Grace getting pleasured by another man. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help himself.

He imagined Grace standing in Nate's living room, wearing nothing but the red bikini, her body on display for the older man. He imagined Nate telling her how beautiful she is, how sexy she looks in her outfit. Grace would get flattered, and she would blush. Then Nate would start touching her, feeling her body. He would run his hands over her skin, exploring every inch of her. He would kiss her, and she would kiss him back. She would moan as Nate touched her, and she would want more.

Nolan felt his cock grow harder as he imagined Grace and Nate together, and he couldn't help but reach down to stroke himself as he pictured the two of them together. What if Nate didn't simply touch her? What if he didn't run his hands over her to explore, but to push her down on her knees, interlocking his grip into her silver hair while she serviced him?

What if Nate didn't just kiss her, but made her take his cock in her mouth? Nolan knew that Grace would be hesitant, but he also knew that she would give it her best.

God, Nolan could picture it so vividly. Grace, clad in her red bikini, was on her knees and looking up at Nate with innocent eyes. He would hold onto her hair, forcing her to take his cock in her mouth. He would tell her how to suck it, and she would follow his instructions. She would be eager to please him, and she would moan as he used her.

What if, instead of kissing, Nate would make out with her with a growing passion, allowing his tongue to lick the soft pink interior of her mouth, tasting her. Or would he trace the inside of her soft thighs with his rough hands?

Fuck.

That is how he ended up stroking himself at the entrance, imagining what was happening next door. It took about six strokes to get him off, and another six seconds for him to come back to reality. He suddenly felt sick to his stomach with embarrassment and shame. But the question was: did that turn him off, or had that made it even hotter?

Nolan hated how fucked up this was, yet, his cock grew harder than ever when the fantasy evolved. His filthy thoughts came together to create a scenario that simply wasn't happening. It was both frustrating and relieving because if Nolan got his wishes if the fantasy would come into reality, it would change his life. How? Well, not learning that was probably for the better, hence the relief. Nolan had to remind himself that this was all in his head and that Grace would never entertain Nate. No, they'd just have a good chat, and Grace would be back before he could count to twenty.

To stay calm and sane, he cleaned up, even going as far as washing his face, then put a game on to pass the time. After some mindless killing on screen, and not even really trying his best, Nolan figured enough time had passed, so he checked the wall clock and saw that not even fifteen minutes had passed since Grace went over. How the fuck was that even possible?

Just then, he heard the front door open and close, announcing the return of Grace.

"Hey, babe!" Grace said, sounding very chipper, almost smug. "How's your work going?"

"Good," Nolan lied. "What did Nate want to do?"

"Nothing. I think he just wanted me over to have me over," Grace said, shaking her head. "He's old enough to be my dad, yet he can't keep his fucking eyes off of me. He even wanted me to pick up a pot from the floor like I didn't know what he was up to."

Paranoid from his fantasy, Nolan tried to see if anything was amiss or if anything was off. To his relief, Grace seemed to be the same old Grace. No signs of distress, nothing, she was her usual bubbly self. Nolan couldn't help but feel relieved.

"Did you?" Nolan blurted out, unable to stop himself.

"Did I what? Pick it up?" Grace asked, confused.

"Yeah," Nolan said.

"It's not like I'm worried he'll try something," Grace said. "He's just a creep."

"So, what did you do?" Nolan asked, trying to sound casual.

"I picked it up," Grace said impatiently. "God, are you trying to imagine me bent over now? He totally objectified me, and you're doing the same!"

"No, no, I'm sorry," Nolan said. "I didn't mean to. It's just..."

"Just what?" Grace asked. Nolan then realized she wasn't actually angry. She was just getting a rise out of busting his balls a bit.

"You devil, you knew I'd bite," Nolan laughed.

"Of course, you're as predictable as they come," Grace said with a wide smile. "No, there was no pot to pick up. He did do a whole bunch of looking, though. God, it was so embarrassing."

"What do you expect, wearing that?" Nolan said. "You're gonna turn heads no matter what."

"It can't be helped, I'm simply the goddess of fertility and voluptuous curves," Grace chuckled. "I helped him order some plants and flowers. Easy once that smells good. Lavender, mint, perhaps, basil, oregano, dill. Some others I can't remember."

"Well, that was nice of you," Nolan said, feeling his heart beating faster. "And nothing else happened?"

"Nope," Grace said, raising an eyebrow at him. "What, did you want something to happen?"

Shit! Nolan thought.

"What? No!" Nolan said, trying to sound offended. "Why would I want something to happen? I trust you."

"That's good," Grace said, kissing him. "Because I'm not out looking for trouble. I get enough trouble walking across the living room, you horny man."

"Hey, you're the one who looks so good," Nolan said, grinning.

"I'm not complaining," Grace said, bending down to give him a kiss before heading out to the balcony to read her book. If she had rubbed his crotch, she'd be on the trail to deduce how much that little trip had excited Nolan.

He was surprised himself. He had no idea how this could have excited him. One thing was to be proud of having a bombshell of a girlfriend like Grace, and perhaps you could justify showing her off a bit, but downright dreaming about her getting groped by a dirty old man... That was something entirely different.

And he couldn't shake the thought of it either. He kept imagining what would have happened if Nate had tried something with Grace. There was no way in hell she would let a guy like Nate do anything with her; she didn't even entertain any of the folks at the club who were much younger.

Then Hammer's warning shot into his brain like lightning.

"Just keep an eye on him, and don't let him get too close."

Was this what Hammer had meant? Or was this just Nolan's own stupid imagination? Nolan started to wonder what it might be. He was fairly certain that he wasn't some sex offender because they would have to be informed about that. He could always ask him, as they were getting quite friendly, even going out for drinks.

Then Nate's shining ass plundering away at the poor lithe frame of Dora flashed through his brain, and his cock was rock hard again.

He couldn't understand why he was so turned on by the idea of Grace being flirted with and ogled by another man. He had no desire for Grace to be with someone else, but the thought of her being tempted by another man was exciting. It was dangerous, and it was sexy.

And that man, being Nate, well, it could be out of convenience and his proximity, but there seemed to be something else there. Like, he was so unkept and honestly not handsome at all, while Grace was a princess born to be adored, worshipped, and pleasured.

Nolan decided that he should do like he did with any other things he was curious about. He decided to google it, which led to a two-hour binge-reading about men's cuckold fetishes. The more he read, the more he realized that he could actually relate to a lot of the stuff. It was a weird feeling, but it was exciting. He had never really explored his sexuality before, but now he felt like he was on the brink of discovering something new and exciting about himself.

Some of the stories and videos were surely fake and pure fetish fodder, as they portrayed the husbands and boyfriends letting their women willingly have unprotected sex with other men. But Nolan understood that the whole point of being a cuckold was for the woman to enjoy herself and that usually didn't involve getting pregnant by someone else.

Why Nate had become his de facto fantasy 'bull' was hard to comprehend at first. Like, when Grace and Nolan were at the club, the intensity of other people hitting on her was exciting, but Nate was a special case. Nolan could not pinpoint the exact reason, but there was just something about him that made him irresistible. Maybe it was the fact that Nate was old enough to be Grace's dad. Maybe it was because he was so rough and uncaring, such a contrast to Nolan, who was much younger and always wanting to please her. Perhaps he had already molested Grace, as sick as that was. Or perhaps, and Nolan thought this the most likely himself, because he had seen Nate's naked ass dig away at Dora.

It was both disgusting and yet so hot because it was real. He could picture it so vividly, Nate's fat frame sweating as he was banging against the small girl, the bed creaking, the headboard slamming into the wall, and Nate grunting as he rammed away at her. Nolan's cock twitched at the thought of it, and he knew that he wanted to see more.

That was the first time he ever saw another woman being plowed, and it had been an eye-opener. And the thought of Grace experiencing that kind of raw passion was exciting.

It was a strange feeling, wanting your girlfriend to be fucked by another guy. But for Nolan, it was a deep and intense desire. He wanted to see her get fucked, to watch her get pleasured by another man. He wanted to see her lose control, to let go and experience pure ecstasy.

Nolan knew that he would never be able to act on his fantasies, but the thrill of it was enough for him. The idea that Grace could be tempted by another man was intoxicating, and he couldn't wait to see what would happen if she ever got the opportunity.

Nolan knew that Grace would never cheat on him, but he could dream, and that was all that mattered. It was a strange and twisted fantasy, but it was one that turned him on like nothing else. And that was exactly what he did as he imagined Grace being fucked by Nate. Perhaps sex would be too far. Maybe a blowjob?

But as he was lying there, he had to face reality. He had never been more in love with Grace than right now. She was perfect, and he would never want anyone else. But the thought of her being tempted by another man, of her giving in to her desires and letting herself go, was so wrong, and the thought of losing her to that made him both scared and excited.

Enough was enough.

Nolan found Grace reading her book on the balcony.

"Hey, babe," he said.

"Hey," she said, smiling at him. "What's up?"

"I just wanted to let you know that I love you," Nolan said, squatting down next to her.

"Awww, I love you too," Grace said, kissing him.

Nolan felt his heart swell with love for her, and he knew that she was the only woman for him. He would never do anything to jeopardize their relationship. How could he even want that? Though he didn't. He was just fantasizing.

"Did you need something?" Grace chuckled, as Nolan was just looking at her.

"No, I just wanted to tell you how much I love you," Nolan said, smiling.

"You're such a sap," Grace said, kissing him again. "But I love it."

"Good," Nolan said, kissing her back. "Now, I'm gonna go inside and get some work done."

"Okay," Grace said, chuckling at her boyfriend acting all weird.

*

Nate never expected Grace to accept his invitation to come over under the pretense of helping him with his lack of greeneries around his apartment. He certainly didn't expect her to come over dressed in nothing else than that bikini of hers. But as soon as he saw her standing there on his doorstep, wearing that little red number, he knew he was in for a visual treat.

Just her wearing it around the balcony had been plenty, but once he had heard Nolan announce he was heading inside, Nate had struck up a conversation with her immediately.

"Hey there," Nate said, grinning. "Nice outfit."

"Thanks," Grace said, rolling her eyes.

"Sorry, it has been a long time since I've been active in the market, so I have no idea how to even talk to a pretty woman anymore," Nate said, hoping it would suffice.

Grace scoffed. "Sure," she said sarcastically. "So, what did you want my help with?"

"Oh, I just wanted to get some help ordering plants. Get the right ones, and such," Nate said. "I'm not really good with that kind of stuff."

"You sure?" Grace asked. "Or did you just invite me over to stare at me?"

"Hey, I'll admit, you look hot in that outfit," Nate said. "But no. I'll be as pious as a priest."

"Not Catholic one, I hope," Grace joked, earning a laugh from Nate.

"There we go!" Nate said, hoping his boisterous front would help her lower her guard. He stepped aside to let her in, and to his delight, she walked in without hesitation.

As Grace walked around his apartment, Nate couldn't help but admire her body. Not only her immaculate ass, but her perfectly thin waist, her strong thighs, the girth of her hips. Wideset and perfect for Nate's hands to grab onto. And those breasts. Grace wasn't as large-chested as Dora, but she certainly had a pair of juicy, small melons. No doubt with cute little nipples dying to get licked while her womb was getting drenched.

And then her hair. Neon blonde, reaching down below her bare shoulder blades... Nate had never even had a proper blonde.

"So, what did you need help with?" Grace asked again, breaking the silence. She looked at the empty windowsill. "That's a bit bleak, isn't it? An empty sill is lost potential."

"Oh, yeah, right," Nate said, snapping out of it. "I was thinking of getting some plants and flowers to liven up this place. The window, like you said, but otherwise indoors. I think I should budget my efforts, eh?"

"Maybe so," Grace said, slowly turning to take the room in, while Nate took note of the slight cellulite in her ass cheeks. Nate always had a thing for that, it was like the smiling dimples of the ass. It also gave an extra sense of shape and texture to her cheeks.

She seemed pretty confident in herself, and why wouldn't she be? She was gorgeous. But Nate could tell she was also a bit uncomfortable. It was clear she didn't want to be here, and she was clearly uncomfortable with the way he was looking at her, but she was trying to be nice.

"I was thinking something practical. Like herbs and shit," Nate said, wanting to seem like he truly was interested in plants and not those breeding hips of hers. "But also some flowers or something. Something to brighten up the place."

"Well, there are a lot of different kinds of plants and flowers," Grace said, looking around. "It really depends on what you want to do."

"I'm not really sure," Nate said, shrugging. "Maybe I should let the expert decide."

"Well, do you want to have any kind of theme?" Grace asked. "Like, do you want a lot of bright colors, or do you want something more subdued?"

Nate looked at her, confused. What the fuck was the difference? Blue, red, yellow, whatever.

"Eh, bright colors, I guess. More exciting," Nate said.

Grace nodded. "Well, I think I could set you up with something that is easy to maintain and probably some herbs if you like," she said.

"Sure. I'm just worried I'll kill 'em," Nate said with a rather forced chuckle. "Erh, I know it's a bit awkward and it seems perhaps a bit too convenient for me to ask, but would it be possible for you to stop by sometimes to help me water them? Check that I'm doing everything right?"

Grace smiled apologetically. "I'd love to, but I have way too much to do. Sorry, Nate," she said, sounding like she meant it. Grace seemed like the girl who wanted to help whenever she could, so it made sense for her to feel a bit bad about it.

"It's fine, don't worry about it," Nate said, waving her off. "I guess I'll just have to figure it out myself."

"Yeah, sorry," Grace said again.

Nate nodded, and they lapsed into an awkward silence. Like a magnet, his eyes went directly to her ass. The way the string disappeared between the round cheeks of her ass was incredible. He had always loved a nice round ass, and Grace had the best ass he had ever seen. Not only was it round and perfect, but it was also firm. She clearly worked out to get that toned body of hers, and it showed.

"Like what you see?" Grace asked in a way too sweet of a tone, loaded with sarcasm. It was clear that she was uncomfortable with his staring, but it wasn't like he could help himself. She was stunning.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to stare," Nate said, though he knew it was a lie. He did mean to stare. He just didn't mean to get caught. "I was just enjoying the morning. You look great in that bikini."

Grace rolled her eyes, clearly not buying it.

"Thanks. But you better behave yourself, or Nolan will kick your ass," Grace said.

"Hey, like I said, I'm barely around women anymore. If anything, having you around makes me more... what should we say, human? Maybe old Nolan can teach me a few things," Nate said, killing his own ego temporarily. Grace smirked.

"He could," she said, turning to his balcony. "You like hanging out there often?"

"Just when I'm smoking," Nate said. He then decided to be honest with her, thinking it would perhaps show that he was to be trusted. "I've seen you working on your tan, though, so I try to be discreet so you won't freak out."

"Sounds like bullshit," Grace chuckled. But she seemed in a bit better mood now. "Anyway, want me to give you a list you can order? If you have a pen and paper, I can write it down. Then I can come by and plant some of them for you."

"That would be great!" Nate said, yanking a piece of paper from his printer, and placing it on the kitchen table along with a pen. He was careful to put the pen a tiny bit out of reach. "I'm actually heading out with Nolan later."

"I heard. I'm glad you're getting along," Grace said, bending over slightly to reach the pen, giving Nate a perfect view of how that thong barely covered the goods.

With a shaking hand, he hurriedly produced his phone and took a series of quick pictures for later, and just in the nick of time to, as she looked over her shoulder to see if he was checking her out. Nate pretended to look out the window, but he was probably caught. At least she her annoyed snort told him as much.

Grace handed him the list, and Nate quickly scanned it, pretending to know what he was looking at.

"Thanks," Nate said, grinning at her. "And thanks for helping me out. I really appreciate it."

"No problem," Grace said. "I'll let myself out, okay?"

"Sure," Nate said. "Grace," he said, wanting to feel that name grace his tongue, pun intended, but he didn't mean for her to hear it. She did.

"Yes?" she asked. Nate had to think fast.

"Erh. Sorry. I just want us to be friends and I really hate to... make you uncomfortable. I mean, I'm taken aback by how beautiful you are and all, but it doesn't give me the right to ogle you like that. I'm old enough to be your dad, for christs sake," Nate said, the old salesman awakening in the hour of need.

"Oh," Grace said. He had apologized a few times now, but it seemed like she appreciated it a lot more when he made an executive point out of it. "Well... I guess it can't be helped to have a little look from time to time. But you better not do anything about it," she said with a smile.

"Of course not," Nate said. "I'll be good."

"Good," Grace said. "Then maybe we can be friends. I'll talk to Nolan about coming over to plant some stuff for you. When are you going out with him?"

"We're meeting up at six or so," Nate said, suddenly remembering they were going out for a drink. He had already forgotten all about it. Hearing Grace give the tiniest of leeway had distracted him a bit.

Grace nodded. "Don't get too drunk," she said, heading for the front door. "See you later, Nate."

"Yeah, see you later," Nate said, watching her ass sway as she walked away. Man, how she said his name... He felt his heart thud like a motherfucker.

*

Later that evening, as planned, Nolan showed up at his door so they could go out for drinks. Nate figured he didn't mind Nolan's company too much, though it still pissed Nate off how that boy had everything that should come Nate's way. But this was a fishing trip more than anything, to see how the land lay. He needed to know more.

The awkward silence that occurred between Grace and him, the tiny hostility that lingered during her last visit, all that needed to be melted away. Eroded so that those things were welcomed. Both silence and his attention should be something Grace would learn to appreciate. Though, fiery passion, taking out her frustration over him gawking at her all day on his poor cock... That was also an option.

"Howdy," Nolan said.

"Lemme just get my jacket," Nate said. "Your wife is quite an energetic lady. I have no idea how you keep up with her. Really helpful. This place will look like a greenery after her assistance, for sure!"

"Yeah?" Nolan said. "Well, the truth is, I barely can. I do my best, though. She truly is the one for me. She loves to stay active. She's even picking up dancing, making me her designated driver."

"Can't she just borrow your car?" Nate asked, stepping into his shoes, gesturing for them to get moving.

"Yeah, there's no problem there, but her ankles get real bruised up, especially if she falls a lot, so she prefers that I pick her up. At least until she gets more into it," Nolan explained. Foot massages and giving lifts came to Nate's mind. Maybe he could read up on manicures. Or is it pedicures? "But I think she regrets it most of the time. Not the biggest fan of my driving."

"Is that so?" Nate said, not really paying attention. He was busy envisioning Grace's cute little toes with red nail polish rubbing up and down his fat cock.

"I don't really care about cars, to be honest. It gets me from A to B and that's all that matters to me," Nolan said. "Of course, clients like it when you have a nice enough car."

Despite highlighting his ability to drive, Nolan offered to drive the two of them to the pub. It wasn't the longest drive anyway, and Nolan said he'd get the car in the morning. Nate didn't mind it, and with the short distance, Nolan's lack of skill wouldn't make much of a difference anyway.

The rest of the trip, Nolan proved why he was a salesman. He talked about this and that, and Nate had to admit he was able to engage Nate quite a bit, and they soon steered into things Nate actually cared about. The young buck had caught up on his liking of a good cigar, his interest in football, and seemed quite interested in how Nate got into sales from his meager days as a vacuum salesman. He didn't even get uncomfortable when Nate mentioned how the job had landed him a few bored-housewife-blowjobs.

All in all, it was quite fun to just sit back and let someone else carry the conversation. It was nice not having to think for a while, and Nolan was surprisingly knowledgeable about some things.

He knew a lot about football, and as both of them had played in high school and later in college. Grace didn't much care for i, t though.

When they got to the pub, Nate sent Nolan to find a table while he got the drinks. This proved to be more crucial than Nate had anticipated.

"Just keep it to beers, though. I get shitfaced way too fast with booze, and Grace hates when I get hammered," Nolan said.

"No problem," Nate said, turning to the bartender to make his order.

*

The bar was nice enough. Booths along the side, some mid-floor tables, and it was sectioned nicely. Not too much music, and generally had a more blue-collar atmosphere.

Nolan's family was pretty much upper-middle-class, so it wasn't his usual crowd, but it was quaint, and he always liked to try new places out.

Nolan took a seat by one of the booths, thinking it would be a bit quieter and a bit more comfortable to have a chat. It wasn't long before Nate returned with two beers, placing one in front of Nolan.

"Here we go," Nate said, taking a sip.

"Thanks," Nolan said. "This is a nice place."

"Yeah, I thought it could be a good place to hang out. Close by, not too noisy. I'm here pretty often," Nate said. "So, tell me, how's work? Burning down any buildings lately?"

"Oh, you know, the usual," Nolan said, trying to sound casual. "Just going through the motions and all that."

"Sounds like a real fun job," Nate said, chuckling.

"I guess it is," Nolan said. "Hammer, though. He came through like a motherfucker. Some folks over at Oakwood? Apparently, he knows the people over there and put in a word for me. It might be a huge contract."

"Oakwood Pharma?" Nate asked.

"Yeah. I needed to find an in with some guys in the chemical industry, but I didn't expect Hammer to know folks there, let alone recommend me," Nolan said, rubbing his neck. He sipped his beer. It tasted a bit weird like it was just a bit too strong for his liking, but whatever. He looked at Nate and was surprised to see him staring quite intensely at him. It freaked him out a bit, but when he blinked, Nate was back to his jovial self. What the fuck was that?

"What's Mr. Calhoun cooking up over there?" Nate said, chuckling. "And wouldn't you know it, I also know a bunch of the guys over there too. You know that slogan they got going on for their painkillers?"

"No?" Nolan said, taking a sip of his beer, but it tasted weird still. The fuck is in this? Maybe he just needed to warm up.

"Eh, I don't remember it, it was a long time ago, but it was something like, 'You can trust Oakwood. We only deal in the best, not in the cheapest,'" Nate said, mimicking what Nolan assumed to be the company's tone. "That was me and my buddies who sold them that slogan. I'm surprised you never heard of it."

"Huh. I'll have to look that up," Nolan said, feeling a bit awkward. He took another sip of his beer. Then he got an idea. "Wait, so you probably know a lot the ins and outs of that place? How they are and whatever? You see, there is this erosion thingy I'm trying to sell to them, but I don't really know what I'm doing here."

Nate nodded, and Nolan knew he had him on the hook.

"What if you joined me?" Nolan said. "I mean, like an advisory role. It would probably a temporary thing, but it could be made permanent if you know your shit. And you know your shit, right?"

"I wouldn't call it shit, especially not within earshot of the clients, but yeah," Nate said, nodding knowingly. "I'll consider it. I mean, Hammer could probably help you out too."

"Probably," Nolan said, nodding slowly. He stopped for a few seconds. He was again reminded of what Hammer had said. It was something he had been quite curious about. Perhaps he could just ask the man himself. Hey, the mood was alright, and Nate didn't seem to talk about his past. And who knows, perhaps this was one of those bonding sessions one has with your friend over a beer. "Can I ask you something?"

"You'll have to buy me dinner first," Nate teased, downing the rest of his beer. Nolan wasn't even halfway with his. The man was much larger than him, perhaps his thirst was greater too.

"Funny," Nolan said. "But why would Hammer warn me about you?"

Nate's eyes widened a bit before he waved his hand, laughing it off. "I have some fraud charges, probably that," Nate chuckled. "I was a stupid asshole before. And that combined with me being a bit rough around the edges."

Nolan studied Nate for a moment, taking a larger gulp of his beer to buy time. Nolan had been quite good at reading people, but sometimes Nate was a stone wall. Like now. He had laughed the question off, but the laughter didn't really meet his eyes. And now that he looked at Nolan, it was as if he dared Nolan to challenge what Nate thought was the reason Hammer would warn anyone about him.

"Besides, I think Hammer might be gay. Maybe he's trying to get in your good graces," he joked, getting a laugh from Nolan. He wasn't a huge fan of gay jokes, but it came so abruptly it couldn't be helped. "Hey, can I get you another one?" Nate asked, nodding toward the beer. It was now past halfway.

"Sure," Nolan said. "But I'm getting the next round."

Nate nodded, and without missing a beat, got up to head to the bar, leaving Nolan to his thoughts. What did Nate have to do with Oakwood? Was he even telling the truth? He knew that there was no way that Hammer was gay. The man was too macho for that, but the fact that he was warning him about Nate? It seemed odd. Nate had been pretty nice so far, and Nolan's whole perspective had changed a bit. He still thought Nate was sort of... not a loser, but not completely on the up-and-up, and could be a leering old bastard, but other than that, he seemed alright.

Nate returned with two more beers, placing one in front of Nolan.

"Here we go," Nate said, sitting back down.

"Thanks," Nolan said, taking a sip. It tasted a bit better than the first one, and it made him feel a bit calmer. "So, you gonna help me out?"

"Sure, why not?" Nate said, shrugging. "I mean, I don't know how much I'll be able to help, but I'm always happy to help a buddy out."

"That's awesome, thanks!" Nolan said, grinning. He really hoped that this would work out. It could be a huge opportunity for him. Bringing in the expertise and securing a good deal was paramount for his career.

"Hey, I hope I'm not being a dick here, but damn, kinda ballsy letting your girl sunbathe out there in that bikini, eh? Hey, I'm not complaining though," Nate said.

Nolan almost spat out his beer but regained his composure quickly enough. He had not expected Nate to bring that up, and he wasn't sure how to react. It was uncomfortable to talk about Grace with Nate, especially because of what he had fantasized about, but he didn't want to make things awkward between them.

"How come?" Nolan heard himself ask.

"Kinda daring. Again, I'm not complaining. I hope you don't mind me saying it, but I did catch a glimpse here and there," Nate said, chuckling as if he was reliving a fond memory.

"Oh, yeah, she likes to tan," Nolan said. He could feel himself blushing a bit, and he hoped that Nate wouldn't notice. "Says the guy who invited her over, by the way."

"I never expected her to say yes," Nate said. "Or for her to show up wearing nothing but a bikini!"

"It's all her. She's got a mind of her own," Nolan said.

"I'll drink to that," Nate said, raising his glass. "To your woman."

Nolan chuckled, raising his glass as well. "To my woman."

They both took a sip of their beers. Nolan had no idea why he didn't let the topic rest. Perhaps it was due to his intoxication, though he had only drunk one and a half beers, or perhaps it was due to his newfound discoveries about himself, but for some reason, he decided to push it.

"Nothing wrong with catching a look now and then, as long as that is all there is to it," Nolan said, trying to sound casual. He wasn't sure if it came across the right way, but Nate seemed to understand him.

"Of course," Nate said, nodding. "Still, it's kinda ballsy, given the caliber of woman you got. But at least it's somewhat secluded, apart for poor ol' me. And the woods."

"I mean, she can do whatever he wants. It's not like I can't 'let' her do anything. Grace is a grown woman, headstrong, and knows how to handle herself," Nolan said, taking a large gulp from his glass. "Besides, heh, what's wrong with showing off? For her and me? You told me you got a bonus at work, and you bought cigars for the whole crew. Well, I got a nice piece at home. People can look all they like, but that's all mine." As he had said that, he realized how objectifying his language had been. It wasn't at all what he had meant, but perhaps his tolerance for alcohol was a bit off this evening.

"You're a lucky man, Nolan," Nate said. "If I were in your shoes, I'd be doing my best to keep her around."

"I'd do anything for that woman," Nolan said.

"How come you haven't married yet? I'd lock that one down as soon as possible and start producing kids," Nate said.

"We've talked about it. She wants to get married, but I want to have saved up more first. And I wanna make sure she has a nice wedding. I want everything to be perfect for her," Nolan said. "My mom pesters me all the time. On one hand, she thinks she's too young to be a grannie, but on the other, she wants us to get married and start a family yesterday."

Nolan looked at Nate's empty glass and his own. Where did all the beer go?

"Want another round? I might call it after this, though. I have no idea, but the beer is really getting to me," Nolan said.

"You're under a lot of stress, makes sense to me," Nate said.

"I'm getting this," Nolan said, trying to stand, the chair caught his leg a bit.

"Heh, hey, same as before," Nate called to a passing server. The server nodded. "Don't worry, I'll let you pay for it. Or do you need to get going?"

"Nah, just feeling a bit woozy," Nolan said. "Guess I'm not used to this kind of beer."

"They make a good brew here," Nate said.

"Yeah, but it's pretty strong," Nolan said, looking down at the glass. His stomach felt a bit unsettled, and he wondered if he had eaten enough today. Grace always made sure he was well-fed when he was hungover the next morning.

"Eh, I think it's just your nerves. You're a lightweight," Nate chuckled. He chuckled, but the demeaning comment didn't sit right with Nolan. It wasn't like he was a big drinker, but Nate was older than him, so he should have had a higher tolerance.

"Says you," Nolan retorted, chuckling, nodding at Nate's big belly.

"Hey, I'm an old man. What's your excuse?" Nate laughed. "Nah, I'm just fucking with ya."

The server came over and placed two new beers on the table.

"Thanks," Nate said. "You know, I've heard that when women give birth, their chemistry, their biology, changes, that they grow even more attached to the father. Even if the guy is a total douchebag. It can't be helped, it's their biology or something."

Nolan stared at him. "What's that supposed to mean?" he asked. He was a bit drunk, but wondered where Nate was going with this.

"Just saying, maybe she'll be even more into you after she's pregnant, is all. I'm sure she really loves you, and it doesn't matter, but she could find you even sexier, even more desirable than ever before," Nate said, grinning.

"I don't think so. Grace is already horny as fuck, and we already fuck like crazy, but she's not gonna get pregnant. She's on birth control," Nolan said, realizing he probably shouldn't be telling Nate that. But then again, it didn't hurt to boast.

"Ah, too bad," Nate said. "Hey, if you need any help, don't hesitate to ask!"

Nate burst out laughing, making Nolan think he was just breaking his balls. But there was a moment between Nate laughing and his comment where Nate looked dead serious. Nolan couldn't tell if he had imagined it or not, and he wasn't sure what to do with it. Was Nate trying to be funny? Was Nate suggesting that Nolan needed help getting Grace pregnant? Nolan decided to just roll with it.

"Ha, ha, ha, very funny," Nolan said, forcing a laugh. "I'm fine in that department, thanks."

Nolan knew that Nate was just messing with him, but Nate's words were getting to him. Grace was so hot, and he couldn't help but imagine Nate pounding her, filling her with his seed, making her moan in pleasure.

Nolan felt his cock twitch, and he shifted his position to hide it. He took a sip of his beer, and it tasted bitter. He took another sip, trying to ignore the strange feeling in his stomach. He couldn't focus on this, or be distracted by it. Not here, not now.

Nolan tried to act as casually as possible, but he could feel himself blushing. He hoped Nate wouldn't notice.

"Hey, I'm just kidding," Nate said. "I know you're doing fine. From what I've seen, if I may, that girl loves the shit out of you. Besides, I always thought that men seeking validation in their virility was kinda bullshit. Don't you agree?"

"Yeah," Nolan said, nodding. He felt a bit silly for getting flustered by Nate's teasing. He didn't like how he made him feel like a boy compared to a man. Nate seemed to have an air about him that made him seem larger than life. "But I like to think that I'm able to provide for her. And I'm proud of it."

Nate nodded. "I can respect that," he said. "But remember, she's your woman, and no one else's. You should make sure she remembers that. And I mean, if you want to show off, who are we to complain, but just don't go too far, eh? You don't know who's gonna try and steal her from you."

"Hey, you're drunk," Nolan said, trying to laugh it off. But his words hit home, and Nolan started to think about how much his fantasy had been getting to him. Maybe Nate was right. He shouldn't let it get to him too much.

"Nah, I'm just fucking with ya," Nate said, taking a sip of his beer.

"You really think she's hot, huh?" Nolan asked. He wasn't sure why he asked, but he felt like he had to know. Nate nodded.

"Of course. I'd be an idiot if I didn't think that. And it's not like you're keeping her under lock and key. Besides, you've got nothing to worry about," Nate said. "She's head over heels for you. Besides, she's too good for me, and I have no intention of going after another man's woman. That's just wrong."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Nolan said. He wasn't sure if he believed Nate, but he appreciated him saying it. Nate was a good guy, and Nolan was glad that they were becoming friends. He finished his beer, and it felt like the last one. He could feel the alcohol affecting him, but he didn't mind. He was relaxed, and he was enjoying himself.

"Hey, I think I'm gonna call it a night," Nolan said.

"One for the road?" Nate asked, waving at the server before Nolan could reply. Nolan felt like he could do one more, and he nodded.

"Sure, why not," he said.

The server returned with two fresh beers, and Nolan thanked her. He took a sip of his beer, and it tasted like it had before. It was still bitter, but he didn't mind it. He was having fun, and he wanted to enjoy this last drink with his new friend. He felt his stomach gurgle a bit, but he ignored it.

They chatted for a while longer, talking about various things. Mostly Nate telling war stories from his days as a vacuum seller and later as a sales rep at a larger company.

When Nolan was done with his beer, he stood up, wobbling slightly. His head was spinning, and he could feel his stomach churning. He had only drunk, like, four or five beers, but he felt toasted nonetheless.

"Whoa, steady there," Nate said, grabbing onto his arm.

"Thanks," Nolan said, steadying himself. He felt his stomach rumble again, and he could feel the alcohol in his veins. "I'm gonna call it a night."

"Alright, I'll drive you home," Nate said.

"Nah, I'm fine," Nolan said, trying to wave him off. But he could feel the room spinning. He wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or if he was just tired, but he knew he needed to get home.

"Are you sure? You look like you're about to keel over," Nate said, sounding genuinely concerned.

"Yeah, I'll be fine," Nolan said. He tried to stand up straight, but he stumbled forward slightly. Nate caught him. "See, I'm fine."

Nate laughed and shook his head. "You're drunk as hell. Come on, let me drive you home."

"But you're drunk too," Nolan slurred.

"Nah, I drank non-alcoholic. My liver isn't what it used to be," Nate said, leading him to the door.

"You didn't tell me that," Nolan said, stumbling along with Nate.

"You didn't ask," Nate said.

Nolan nodded and let Nate lead him to his car, too drunk to argue. Nate helped him into the passenger seat and buckled him up. The rest of the evening was a series of blurry flashes. He slept the short ride home, and the next time he remembered was an angry Grace as Nate dumped him outside their apartment. She hated it when Nolan got too drunk, but he was too drunk to care. He remembered apologizing and passing out on the couch.

The last thing he remembered was the sound of Grace scolding him for drinking too much.

He woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. It was one of the worst hangovers he'd had in a while. His head was throbbing, and his stomach was churning. He tried to sit up, but the world started spinning around him. He felt bile rising up in his throat and barely managed to get to the toilet before he vomited violently. The next hour or so was a blur of vomiting and pain.

When he finally felt like he could stand up without throwing up again, he stumbled into the kitchen and found Grace making breakfast. She looked angry and disappointed.

"Good morning," she said curtly.

"Hey," Nolan said sheepishly. "I'm sorry about last night."

"Can you explain what the fuck this is about?" Grace asked, turning my laptop towards Nolan. With each inch it turned, Nolan could feel his heart sink.