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Sharing Melissa "I want to put dirty pictures of you on the internet." Melissa stopped eating, and put down her fork, and said, "Dude, for fuck's sake." Two months ago she'd let Scott talk her into sucking a stranger's cock, and it had ended badly, with him jealous. That had started exactly this way. "It's just an idea," Scott said. "A bad one." "Mel, this isn't like last time." She looked at him for a moment. "It kind of feels like it." "It's different. I won't get upset." "Dude, you kind of said that last time. And then were." "Yeah, but with this, you won't actually be with anyone. They won't be touching you." She thought about that. She picked up her fork. "All right," she said. "So if I believe you, and you're sure won't be a thing, you really, actually want to do this?" He shrugged. She took a mouthful, then thought for a while, chewing. "So," she said. "What is it, the same thrill, sharing me, but no jealous?" "Something like that." "Like one picture?" "Or several." "Doing what?" "Whatever you like." "Fucking?" He looked at her, then shrugged again. "I'll think about it," she said. * Melissa thought about it, and looked at a few websites where people shared dirty photos of themselves, and decided it was a completely stupid idea. There was no way she was going to let him spread pictures of her around the world, with no idea where they might end up or who would see them. Just no way. "I thought," she said a few nights later, over dinner. "And no. I don't want to." He nodded slowly. "Is that okay?" she said. "It's fine." "You seem upset." "Nah, I just... I'd have liked to." "It's not that I don't want try some more kinky shit, just not this. I don't want someone who knows me seeing, yeah? My mum. Or your mum. Or your dad." "Yeah," Scott said, like he hadn't thought of that. "Your dad," she said. "Seriously. That wouldn't be good. We'll do something else, okay?" "You realize you don't have to show your face? Not if you don't want to." "Ah, yeah, you dick, and you realize I don't care? I said no." "All right. Thank you for thinking about it." "We'll think of something else." "Okay." She looked at him and realized he was disappointed. He was being good about it, wasn't pushing, but he'd been excited by this and was disappointed now. She wondered if there was some compromise they could find. "What's the appeal?" she said. "Why naked pictures?" "I'm not sure." "Because people can see me but not touch?" "I suppose." "So not touching is the big thing?" "I think so. After last time." She nodded, and ate for a while, thinking. "We'll work something out," she said. "I promise." He nodded, and seemed to relax, and she decided he was okay with her saying no. * Melissa started thinking more about people looking at her. About being watched, and people wanting her. She couldn't quite decide how much she was into this. A little, she thought. Maybe a lot. Almost accidentally, she flashed a guy at work. She probably wouldn't have even noticed if she hadn't been thinking about being watched anyway. Usually, at work, if she was wearing heels, she took them off when she was sitting at her desk, and put them back on to go to meetings or lunch. One afternoon, leaning on the edge of her desk, fiddling with the strap on a tricky shoe, she realized that the way she had one leg bent against the other to reach, she might be showing quite a lot of thigh. Then she realized Thomas, who sat opposite her, was looking. Sometimes it happened. Sometimes you bent over, and people looked. Some guys were creepy and that was bad. Some weren't and that was better. Thomas was an okay person, and kind of cute, and if he looked now and then he wasn't usually that obvious, so Melissa didn't really care. He was looking now. She watched him through her hair, and tried not to be obvious that she was. He was looking, but might not have completely realized himself. It seemed like it was from habit, because her legs were there. She was fairly sure he didn't know she'd seen him, so she stayed as she was for a moment, trying to work out how it made her feel. It made her feel good. If she liked the person looking at her, she liked being noticed. She liked the attention. Now she was doing it, on purpose, it turned out the idea of being looked at was hot. She started fiddling with her shoes more often, if Thomas was at his desk. She started kneeling the wrong way to get into low filing cabinets, or bending over to hand him something with one too many buttons of her shirt undone. She spent a week flashing Thomas, then decided it was stupid, that soon people would start noticing. This wasn't something to do at work. She found other ways to be seen instead. She went out with friends and spent the evening crossing her legs, and noticing how people looked when she did. She went for a walk and pulled off her hoodie in front of a stranger and let her shirt come up with it. She went jeans shopping at lunchtime with undies that were to small and see-through to be sensible, and forgot to close the curtains properly in the changing room. She waited for a guy to ask if anyone needed a different size, and handed him the jeans, and stood there while he looked. Then she got embarrassed and said never mind and left. She decided she needed to talk to Scott before this went much further. "So maybe on the being watched," she said to Scott that night, getting ready for bed. "Okay," he said. "How do you mean?" "I tried it. I think I like being looked at. So okay on someone else watching us. Maybe." He was looking at her. "What?" she said. "You tried being looked at?" "Yeah?" she said, and pulled up her tee-shirt and flashed him. "I tried it. So what?" "Nothing," he said. "Good." She went and brushed her teeth. When she came back into the bedroom he said, "You really need to tell me a bit more. About the trying it." "No I don't." "Please?" "I just noticed someone perving at me. And I didn't mind it. That's all." "That's all?" "Yep. Want sex?" He grinned at her. "So yes?" she said. "Yep," he said, and kissed her neck. "And the rest? Someone watching us have sex?" "We'll see," she said. "Don't push. Let me decide." He kept kissing her and didn't answer. * Melissa thought about whether this was a good idea. She wanted to try something new, but that she didn't want to so much she'd risk problems with Scott. Scott said he would be fine, but he'd said that last time, and hadn't been, and she wasn't sure she should trust him again to know his own feelings when he might turn out to be completely wrong. She thought a lot, and all the thinking didn't help, either. She was agitated. She fidgeted, and she had trouble sitting down to do anything. Like being horny, like impatiently waiting for Scott to come home when she planned to jump him, all the time, except that she wasn't even horny at all, not really. She was just thinking about sex too much, trying to decide. That weekend, she walked around the house in only her underwear, just to see how it felt. To make sure that if they tried this, she wouldn't get embarrassed and suddenly want to stop, and to try and check whether Scott would care. She stood next to the front windows, with the curtains open, in view of the street. Scott watched her. He seemed curious at first. Then he started smirking, like he knew some secret. "What?" she said. "You," he said. "You and how you do things." "What does that mean?" "I'm into you, that's all." "Oh," she said, and decided that was good. Scott kept watching her, but she decided him looking wasn't the same. She liked him looking, but it wasn't the same as a stranger sneaking a glance at her, because he could just stare whenever he wanted to. It didn't have the same thrill as new eyes. It didn't have the same uncertainty either, of not knowing whether a stranger would see terrible flaws and laugh at her. "Is this because of the thing?" Scott said, after a while. Melissa looked over. She stayed beside the window. "Maybe," she said. "Have you decided anything?" "I'm thinking about it." He grinned. "I think I need a push," Melissa said. "I think I need this to just happen. Not to have to plan it out and decide everything first." "Okay." "It's kind of cold-blooded, you know? Like this. It worked before, talking about it so much, but it seems weird now." Scott nodded. "Okay. So what are you saying?" "That I need a push. Like I said." "You're sure?" Melissa stood there. "I think so." "Really sure?" "No. But I think so." Scott thought a moment, then got up and went to the front door. He opened it, and held it open, and said, "Come here." Melissa hesitated. As far as she could see, there was no-one outside. The street was quiet. It went nowhere and had hardly any cars along it. There were bushes down either side of their front garden, and the house over the road had trees in front of it too. The neighbors wouldn't see her, and if anyone was coming, she'd probably hear voices or feet. "Why?" she said, suspiciously. "Just come here." "I don't know I want to." "Okay. But if you do, come here." She stayed where she was. "What're you doing?" "Giving you a push. Come and stand here." She went, carefully. She stood in the doorway, topless, mostly bare all over, and looked out at the empty street. In a weird way, it was quite sexy. "Okay," she said. "Go outside," Scott said. She looked at him, and wondered if she should. "Dare you," he said. Melissa hesitated, looked up and down the street, and then stepped outside. "I'm going to close the door," Scott said. Melissa stood on the doormat. It was scratchy under her feet. She was almost naked, she only had her underwear on. She folded her arms over her chest. "Do you want me to?" Scott said. Melissa didn't look back. "Okay," she said. Scott shut the door. Then he locked it. Melissa heard it lock. She heard it click, and suddenly started to worry. "Scott," she said quietly, "Hey. Unlock it." "No." "Fuck," Melissa said, scared. "Fuck. Open it." "I'm giving you a push." Melissa was standing ten feet from the road, with only a lawn between her and anyone who drove past. "Open the fucking door," she said, angry. "A push. "Scott, fuck." "I'll open it if you want me to," Scott called. "Or the back door's open." Melissa hesitated, then ran around the side of the house. Scott was at the door, holding it open. Melissa ran inside, and pushed it shut, then leaned on the wall, beside him, and wanted to laugh. To laugh, or get drunk, or stand there swearing. "Fuck," she said in the end. "Dude, that wasn't cool." "I told you I was going to." "Shut it. Not lock it." He kept grinning. "Not make me run around naked." "You liked it." "I know, but fuck. Still." "Was it hot?" She glared at him, and didn't want to admit it, then said, "Yes." "How hot?" She pulled him over, tugged his jeans open and her underwear down, and showed him. Sex was good, but it didn't ease the faint agitation she felt. She wanted something. She wanted more than suburban pranks and the risk of being seen. She wanted to do something like what Scott had suggested, she just wasn't quite sure if they should. * Melissa wandered around in her underwear for another hour, until Scott said, "Just order a pizza and go to the door naked." "I can't," she said, then stopped and actually thought about it. "Can I?" "You're hot. The guy won't care." "You think I'm hot. That's not the same." "You're a chick. You're naked. Same difference." She stood there for a moment, looking at him. "You're hot," he said. "Shit, of course you're hot." "Careful," she said, but went and ordered a pizza. Then sat on the couch in the lounge, waiting, holding the money ready in her hand. After a few minutes she said, "Topless or naked?" "What turns you on more?" She sat there and almost wanted to blush. Or scream. "Naked." "So naked." She pulled her undies off, then sat there naked. She was nervous, and turned on, and couldn't think. She actually bit her nails a little. "Maybe just my tits," she said. "Whichever you want." She picked up her underwear, then put them down again. "Naked," she said. The doorbell rang. Melissa sat there, and didn't move. It rang again. "Are you..." Scott said. She shook her said, said, "You get it." He grinned, and kissed her, and took the money from her hand. Melissa stayed where she was, and listened. She was a few feet from the pizza guy, was really only hidden by a half-closed door. She couldn't decide what she felt. Scott came back into the lounge, and put the pizza box on the coffee table, then sat next to Melissa and put his arm around her. "We don't have to do anything," he said. "Nothing you don't want to." "It just felt too creepy," Melissa said. "Some poor guy going about his day and then me there in his face." "He wouldn't have minded." "He might have." "I'll bet he wouldn't." "You don't know that," Melissa said. "And it's wrong. So don't tell me it isn't." "Okay." "And don't talk yourself into a hole." Scott grinned. "Fuck me?" Melissa said. "Again?" "Of course." They had sex on the sofa, and then later ate cold pizza. * A few nights later, while they were getting ready for bed, Scott said, "You're worried about the internet because people could keep the pictures, right?" Melissa thought about that, then nodded. "Yeah, mostly." "What if we made a dirty movie and I showed someone in person?" Scott said. "Like holding my phone. So he couldn't keep it." "Ah, why?" "So it didn't get out. But so he could see you, and you'd know he'd seen you, but he couldn't keep it somehow without us knowing." Melissa sat there for a while, feeling turned on. "That's awful," she said. "We can't do that." "Sorry," Scott said. "It was just an idea." "I'm into it. But it's awful. That you'd even ask me. Isn't it?" "I don't know. No more than you blowing other men." "I suppose." "We don't have to." "Ah, no. I'm.... Who?" "I hadn't thought that far. Anyone you like." "It has to be someone we trust. Who won't talk." "You're sure? Not a stranger?" "You're going to just walk up to some guy and say here, look at this porn then give it back?" "Yeah," he said. "So it has to be someone we trust not to just run off." "True." "And it has to be a guy, too. I don't want another chick comparing herself to me." "Okay." "So a friend. One of your friends, basically." "All right." "And you have to pretend I don't know he's seeing it." Scott looked at her. "I don't know." "You have to. That's like a rule. I don't want everyone knowing I'm the kind of person who lets people watch her dirty movies." "Ah..." "Say it. Go on. See what fucking happens." Scott grinned. "Of course you aren't." "So you have to pretend I don't know. That you're showing him without me knowing." "That kind of makes me look bad." "It does." "Really fucking bad." "I know. But for this, if you want to do this, you're going to have to look bad. Rather than me." "Is that fair?" "Want to or not?" After a moment Scott shrugged. "And I'm going to hide somewhere and watch him watch," Melissa said, thinking. "That'd actually be hot." "How will that work?" "Don't know. But I want to." Scott thought. "It'd really have to be one of the bedrooms, if we do it here. With you in a wardrobe." "Then we'll do that." "So I'm going to ask someone we know to visit, and come upstairs, and suddenly show him porn, all in a bedroom." Melissa started grinning. "You don't think..." "Okay," Melissa said. "So maybe not that. Fine. You show him wherever you happen to be, and tell me after." Scott nodded. "But remember good. And tell me in detail. Like lots of fucking detail." "I promise." "Okay," Melissa said. "Then we're doing that." Scott kissed her. "Thank you." * They tried to make a dirty movie. Scott went down on Melissa, while she held a camera and filmed him. She was quite turned on by the idea of what they were doing, and more aware of the camera than she'd have thought, but afterwards, when they watched the movie, there wasn't very much to see. Half of Scott's face, and a bit of Melissa's tummy, and from an odd angle, with what was happening hidden, and the camera starting to wobble fairly badly at the end. They tried having sex and the same thing happened. If one of them held the camera, the picture bounced around a lot. With the camera sitting on the dresser, the picture was steady, but was too far away to see properly. Melissa was disappointed. Scott seemed disappointed too. She tried a last time, sucking Scott off, and that actually worked. Penises stuck out, she supposed. The interesting part of the movie was happening at the end of Scott's cock, not right in between her legs where the camera couldn't see, like with sex and her getting head. Scott managed to hold the camera steadier too, most of the time. She wasn't sure if that ought to annoy her. She liked what they had managed, but the movie wasn't perfect. Suddenly she wanted it to be perfect. In the first movie, her hair was in the way a lot of the time, and it was hard to tell when Scott actually came, because she'd kept sucking as he finished and he didn't do anything really obviously like shout that he was blowing his load in her mouth. She decided she wanted to try again. They made another movie, the next night, and made more of a production of it. Melissa started in a party dress and took it off while she sucked, and knelt down, and kept her hair out the way, and made sure Scott came on her mouth as much as in it so it was obvious when he'd finished. When they watched the movie, it looked like porn. It looked like real porn, not just them holding a camera. Melissa was pleased. "Is someone watching me give head as good as watching me give it to someone?" she said, watching herself suck. "Pretty much," Scott said. "Okay," Melissa said, surprised by how well the movie had worked. "Show someone. And tell me when you do." * "Um," Scott said, a couple of days later. "So the movie." "Yeah?" Melissa said. "It didn't go that well." "Oh." Melissa was suddenly worried. "What, did I..." "No, not that. I showed William. He told me I was a sick fuck and left." "Oh," Melissa said. "Oh shit." "Yeah. I'm not sure what to do." * William phoned Melissa a few days later and tried to tell her Scott was showing people films of her. "I know," she said. "Um, thanks for telling me, but don't worry. He told me about it." "You don't mind?" "Nah, it's okay." She sat there and tried to decide if she should say he could watch it again, now he knew it was okay. She decided not to. "Bye," she said, and wondered if it was going to be weird, next time she saw William. * "Fixed," she said when she got home. "Maybe we should give up on this." She sat there for a while, thinking. She was about to agree. This hadn't ended that well last time, and they were pushing a bit hard, trying to make themselves do kinkier things. She didn't want to give up. She wanted to try. She'd wanted to try last time, with her giving blowjobs, until Scott had got jealous and weird and said no. Last chance, she thought. One last try to make this work. "We could get someone to watch us," she said. "If you were into that." Scott looked up. "Just someone here," Melissa said. "With us. Him watching. No movies." Scott was thinking. "It might be better," she said. "So he knows I'm okay with it. And so I can see him watching me." "You'd like that?" "I think so, yeah." Scott was still thinking. "And he doesn't touch me at all," Melissa said. "Just to be clear. And we're very clear to him before we start." "Yeah," Scott said. "Okay. This could work." "Because for you it's someone watching me, right? Like, someone looking at me and getting turned on?" He nodded. "So if they were watching us fuck..." Melissa said. "You'd do that?" Melissa shrugged. "You don't mind?" "I don't mind doing shit that turns you on," she said. "Because of how I love you and everything. But you are kind of difficult prick to please." He grinned. "I don't mind," she said. "I'd even almost like to. The giving head thing, that was better than I thought it'd be, so what the fuck, lets try this." Scott was still looking at her. "And since it's this, or a movie with me here to say it's okay to watch, apparently, it seems less bad just to fuck. Like someone watching is just kinky, and excusable, but watching a film means I thought it through enough to make a film." "I think I understand." "Good. Because it makes sense to me." Melissa sat there for a moment, watching him. "So you want to? Let some other guy check me out?" "If you do, yeah." "I think I do." "Okay," Scott said. "Then me too." They looked at each other. Melissa didn't know quite what to say. After a moment Scott kissed her and said, "Thank you." "It's fine." Melissa thought for a moment. "And dude," she said. "It has to be a guy, okay? No women." "All right." "I mean it. If I'm going to be anything out of this, I need to be turned on by someone watching me, so it has to be a guy. I don't want some stranger perving at you." "That bothers you?" "Yeah it bothers me." Scott seemed surprised. "What," Melissa said. "I'm bothered, when you want me suck other people's cocks?" "I suppose," Scott said, and seemed a little wary. They still hadn't talked about that very much. They definitely hadn't talked about it as much as they probably should have. Apparently being into the next piece of pervy weirdness he wanted her to do made up for it, though. He hadn't seemed to need to talk about it, either. "A guy," she said. "You find him. You sort out the rules. It's nothing to do with me except I'll fuck when he turns up to watch." "Thank you," Scott said. "Are we going to fuck now?" Melissa said. "I mean, I'm just assuming..." Scott grinned, and kissed her, and started pulling her towards the bedroom. "Here's fine," she said, so Scott pulled her back towards the sofa. * A few weeks passed, and Melissa almost decided nothing more was going to happen. She started to assume Scott wouldn't be able to find anyone. Watching didn't seem nearly as much fun for the other guy as getting head had been, she thought, and it was Scott asking, not her, which might make it weird for both guys. She and Scott kept having sex more than usual, and when they did Scott whispered to her about other men watching her, and that was fun even if nothing more happened. And the whispering helped, she decided. She was starting to get used to the idea, to think it was normal. She thought nothing was going to happen, and then one day she came home from work and Scott was there with a guy she'd never seen before, and she had a horrible feeling she knew exactly why. No warning, which surprised her. No mention that he'd asked anyone. Just a man she didn't know here, in her lounge, wanting to watch her fuck. She wasn't sure what to do, or what she ought to feel. The guy was Dean, Scott said. Melissa shook his hand, then went to get changed. As much so she had a moment to think as because she needed different clothes. Scott followed her. "It's him," he said quietly. "Dean said he'd watch. He's into it." "Ah," Melissa said. "Yeah, I guessed." "You're annoyed?" "Not annoyed. Not really. Surprised." "Oh," Scott said. "You should have warned me," she said. "Dickhead." "I'm sorry." "I know I said just bring him along, but you should have warned me. Even just that you were on the way home." "I should have," Scott said. "I'm sorry. Should I tell him to go?" Melissa stood there for a moment. She was turned on. She was actually quite turned on, for being surprised and not knowing that to think. "Fuck it," she said. "I may as well see if I'm into him. What have you said so far?" "That we'd like someone to watch." "That's all?" Scott nodded. "That he can't join in? You made that clear." "Yeah." "And he can't touch me." "I said." "You're rules, dude," she said. "Not mine." "I know. I explained." Melissa stood there for a moment, then said, "Okay, I'll come down and see what I think." She looked around, and wondered what to wear. Something easy to take off, she supposed. She got a tee shirt from a drawer, and pulled it on, left the skirt she'd had on at work. "Let's go," she said. She went and shook Dean's hand again and this time said, "I'm Melissa and apparently you want to watch me fuck." "I do," Dean said, and looked a bit surprised. He was wearing a suit, and had clean nails and neat hair. Neat hair like he was fussy, Melissa thought. Like he'd just tidied it up. Or like he was going to a job interview, and trying hard. She wondered which, but she liked the idea he might care enough to make an effort. "You really want to?" she said. "Or you'll just go along with it?" "How do you mean?" "You're really into watching?" Dean nodded, like he was embarrassed. "Just watching?" Melissa said, wanting to be sure. "Yeah." "You know you can't touch me?" "Scott said." "That's his thing, not mine. I don't care, but he does. So you can't." "I understand." She nodded, looked at Dean. "Okay, have a drink, hang around, let me think about it." * Melissa sat and listened to Scott and Dean talk and decided she was going to say yes. She liked Dean enough to get naked in front of him. Dean was an accountant, which sort of fit with fussy, and seemed to be single and a bit shy. He made quiet jokes that weren't mean to anyone, and when he disagreed with Scott about a movie they'd both seen, he did it gently and politely. Melissa decided she actually quite liked him, and that helped her decide to go along with this. As far as she could tell, Dean really was just into watching. More into it than she'd first expected anyone would be. He kept glancing at her as he talked to Scott. He seemed very aware of Melissa all the time, looking up when she moved, listening when she talked, watching her from across the room. As if taking her in from a distance, and comfortable with that distance being there. As if he didn't need attention from her, or to be any closer to her, he was happy just to look, from across the room. His concentrated attention was flattering. He might actually prefer just to watch, Melissa decided after a while. Given the choice between watching her and fucking her himself, Dean might just want to look. She sat, and let Scott talk, and just smiled when he looked over, puzzled. She wondered how hard Scott had to look to find the perfect man. Perfect for Scott, at least. After half an hour, she got up and went upstairs. She left the room without a word, and Scott and Dean went quiet, and watched her go. She had a shower. She'd sat<b> downstairs </font></b>long enough to decide she wasn't saying no to Dean right away, and even if she didn't go through with it, she didn't want anyone seeing her sticky and stubbly. When she'd showered, she did her face, and put on a party dress, the one she'd picked up men for blowjobs in. She went back downstairs, and Dean was still there, so apparently he wasn't horrified by her, either. Scott looked relieved. Dean just sat there staring at her, as if he was losing track of what Scott was saying. Melissa liked that. She was sitting opposite Dean. She crossed her legs every so often, and Dean stared each time. She decided she liked this. She liked the idea of someone watching her, of Dean knowing what was coming, and getting all worked up while she just sat around. After a while she took her undies off. She reached up her skirt and pulled them down. Folded them carefully and put them on the couch beside herself. Dean kept looking. More carefully now. Like he was trying to see up her dress, and Melissa was fairly sure he had a chance, the angle he was on. If she moved her legs he did, anyway. She moved her knee and Dean stared harder. Scott had stopped talking. They were both just sitting, watching her, and she liked that. It was a little like the camera, a silent audience. "Hey," Melissa said to Scott. "Come here." He moved, sat next to her, and started kissing her. She kissed back, slowly. Kissed back, but didn't turn her head. She kept watching Dean. She could almost feel Dean's eyes on her. Scott was stroking her arms, stroking her neck, doing everything that turned her on. She was turned on. She liked being watched. She kept forgetting Dean was there, and concentrating on Scott's mouth. Then she'd remember, and get turned on by Dean all over again. Scott put his hand on her leg, slid it up under her dress. "You want to?" he whispered, in her ear. Last chance, she thought. Time to say no without embarrassment. "Go on," she said. Scott slid further. Her fingertips scraped over her, a little way into her. He pushed gently. Melissa looked at Dean, stared back at Dean, while Scott slid his fingers inside her. It was good. She'd been waiting all evening, and it was achingly intense now Scott had finally touched her. She had to close her eyes for a moment. When she opened them, Dean was still staring. Scott moved her hand, put her hand on his trousers. "Nope," she said. She moved her knee, still watching Dean. Moved her knee further, baring herself to Dean, past Scott's hand. She twisted her hand into Scott's shirt, and pulled him gently downwards. "Do me first," she said. Scott looked at her. Melissa was wet. She was bare to Dean's eyes. Scott's hand had moved away. "Seriously," she said. "I'm the only one not getting anything out of this. He wants to watch and you want him to. I'm just here. So before anything else, I get head. You're getting me off." Dean was still staring between her legs. "Please?" Melissa said. She needed this quickly. She grabbed Scott's hair, and pushed downwards. Scott slid down between her legs. He pushed up her skirt, slowly, watching her face. Dean was watching her too. Scott slowly started licking her. Dean was watching. He was watching, and sitting forward like he was really interested, and looking at Melissa's face as much as her pussy. She liked that. She really liked how interested he was. She watched him watching her, and got turned on by his stare. Got turned on by the odd connection between them. The stare, and linked eyes, over Scott's head. Scott was squeezing her breasts through her dress. He normally played with them while he went down on her. After a while, for Dean as much as Scott or herself, she reached up and found the zipper under her arm, and pulled it down. "Hold on," she said to Scott, and pushed him back, and stood up and wriggled out of the dress. She took off her bra. She didn't have anything else on. Dean stared. Scott sucked her tits, as she sat down, then went back to eating her out. She stroked Scott's head, and watched Dean's face, and felt Scott's mouth slowly teasing her body. She was close. She was turned on by this, and close, and she wasn't sure how much longer she was going to need. She pushed onto Scott's mouth. She was almost there. She suddenly realized she might not actually want to let a stranger watch her come. Not as clinically as this. She'd come, with one of the other guys, the blowjob guys, but that was both of them getting each other off at once, her mouth and his hand, and that wasn't the same. Coming while a stranger groped you, that was just sex. Coming while a stranger stared at you, that might be a bit weird. She thought about that, and tried to decide how she felt, and then decided she didn't care. She was too close to mind what happened next, as long as she came. She stared at Dean. She kept staring at him right up until she came, keeping her eyes open as long as she could, until the first big shaky spasm went through her. Then she had to close her eyes, because she always did and couldn't help herself, but she opened them again half a moment later, almost as soon as it was over. Scott was looking up at her, stroking her tummy gently. Dean was still staring, and didn't seem to have moved. "Good?" Scott said. Melissa nodded. "Want to fuck?" Melissa looked at Dean. Thinking of him, of what he might want to see. "I'll suck you first," she said to Scott. She pulled Scott up, made him stand in front of her. She leaned forward, and undid his trousers, and put his cock in her mouth. Then she realized Dean couldn't see. Scott was between her and Dean. "Sit down," she said, and pulled Scott onto the sofa, then knelt sideways, so Dean should be able to see all of her, as well as all of what she was doing. She remembered the movie, and moved her hair. She bent, and licked, and looked at Dean while she did. She had to look away when she started to suck, but she was pretty sure Dean was still staring. Scott groaned and twitched and made her worry he was turned on enough he wouldn't last long. She slowed down, but wasn't sure it helped. She sat up, kept wanking Scott. "Let's fuck," she said. She thought, wondering if it mattered how, which position, and whether looking good from across the room was important to her, or important to Scott. After a moment she decided she didn't care. Scott seemed not to either. As if he was just doing this, and Melissa was thinking about it more than he was. He fell onto the sofa, trying to grab her, and they got mixed up for a moment, like they were both self-conscious with someone else there. Scott was still trying to get his clothes off, and seemed to be trying to get on top, and Melissa hadn't though about it at all, and was just trying to pull him against her. She sat across him, her back to Dean. Scott was still trying to move her around. "Turn over," Scott said. "Kneel. Like we normally do." Melissa hesitated. Doggy-style with an audience seemed worse than just having sex. She wasn't sure why. Nice girls didn't like it from behind, or something. She decided that was stupid and turned over. Nothing happened. Scott was still taking off his clothes. "Don't worry," Melissa said, reaching back and pushed Scott's hand away from his shirt. "Leave it. Dean doesn't want to see you anyway." Then she wondered if she should have kept quiet. That was the first time either of them had mentioned Dean since they started, and she was only assuming it was okay to acknowledge Dean was there. She didn't want Scott getting jealous again, like he had last time. Scott was looking down at her. Melissa wasn't sure if he cared, or was turned on, or was wondering if she was going to react badly right now. She decided she didn't care. She was naked, on her knees, being watched. She wanted sex right now. "Come on," she said. "Hurry up." She knelt, carefully not looking over at Dean, and Scott knelt close behind her. It was awkward getting organized. Scott moved her knee, then pushed on her hips so she tipped forward, then seemed to need to wriggle sideways to get himself lined up. It felt clumsy, more clumsy than normal. Or perhaps she just didn't normally notice. Melissa waited, and made herself not say anything impatient. Scott was probably feeling clumsy too. Finally he slid himself inside her. Melissa melted. She melted, and sighed, and felt everything aching and tingling and good that having him slide inside her always was. She sighed and moaned, then bit her lip to make herself stop, embarrassed because Dean was there. It was good. Doggy with Scott was always good, but she didn't want to be obvious how much she liked it. She kept looking down, at the sofa, pretending Dean wasn't there. "Is this okay?" Scott said quietly, after a minute. "Yep," Melissa said, breathless. She knelt, feeling him moving inside her. Feeling, and thinking about what she was doing. After a while she looked over at Dean. He was staring. He was fascinated. Fascinated by her. By watching her fuck. That made her feel a lot better. She smiled at Dean, and he smiled back. She kept looking at him, smiling, while Scott's cock was inside her, fucking her. While his hands were on her hips, holding her steady, moving her when he needed to. She could smell sex. She thought Dean probably could too. She could hear little wet noises coming from inside her. She reached down, and pressed her hand against her clit. She did that sometimes, to make doggy better, and she wasn't completely sure Scott ever noticed. Dean noticed. Dean was suddenly staring, watching her hand. She liked that. She liked Dean's eyes, and his attention, and his fascination with her. She started to understand why people flashed each other, why the people on the dirty websites wanted to show everyone movies of themselves. It was hot. Being noticed like this, this intently, was hot. She started rubbing herself slowly, and watched Dean watch her. Scott was breathing roughly, was moving faster. He was probably trying not to come, but was close anyway. He always came quickly fucking like this. Melissa thought about Scott coming. Last time, when she was blowing strangers, she hadn't been sure where they should come. Whether Scott cared about this looking like porn, or had just wanted to finish. She wasn't sure what he wanted now, and she wasn't sure if she cared either. "Hey," she said, after a minute, over her shoulder. "Where do you want to finish?" Scott groaned and started to come. She felt him pulse inside her. "Never mind," she said, and kept her face serious, made herself not laugh. The timing was sort of funny though. Scott finished coming. Melissa waited. When Scott was finished, he tipped forward and leaned his forehead on her shoulder for a moment, and kissed her, exactly like he usually did. It meant more, somehow, because Dean was watching. Scott slid out of her. He moved backwards, off the sofa, a kind of hop, suddenly clumsy again. He sat down, and pulled one of the sofa cushions over himself. Usually Melissa would have made a fuss about that. The cushion covers had to be dry-cleaned. Today she didn't care. She sat up, and put her hand between her legs, and dashed into the kitchen to get some tissues. Scott and Dean were both looking at her. Looking closely. Looking like her running around naked was sexy. She wiped, and went back to the lounge door. She stood there, trying to decide. She could get embarrassed and nervous now they'd stopped, or she could go with what they were doing. Dean and Scott were both still staring. At her, in the doorway, naked. Dean was looking at her face as well as her body. Scott was just looking worried, perhaps wondering if she was going to be upset. She was turned on by being stared at. She liked their attention. She hadn't come again, not since they'd started having sex. She was still horny. She was feeling reckless, feeling like she wanted more. "So," she said to Scott. "Are we going again, or what?" Scott grinned and seemed relieved. Melissa looked at Dean. "You want to, right?" Dean nodded. He had hardly said a word to her all night. "Are we?" Melissa said, to Scott again. "I want to. I want more." "Give me a moment," Scott said. She went and sat down beside him. She sat for a moment, but started to feel nervous again. "All right," she said. "I might start without you then." She put her hand between her legs. Because she'd only just found out she liked being looked at, and this seemed about the most certain way to make Dean look. Not that he wasn't staring anyway. She stared at Dean, and masturbated. Almost for real, not mostly pretending like she did when Scott asked her to let him watch. She rubbed herself slowly, and watched Dean, and noticed that when it was just her doing something, Dean seemed to forget Scott was there. He stared at her more attentively, and seemed to relax a little too. That was interesting, Melissa thought. She decided she liked it. She got up, and went over to Dean. Slowly. He stared at her breasts, as she walked. At her face as she got close. "Don't touch me," she said. Dean nodded. She sat down on the sofa beside him, facing him, and kept rubbing herself slowly. He was more focused when she was closer, when Scott wasn't nearby. There was something about that stare that turned her on. Something about his fascination that made her very wet. There was something about being naked, masturbating, with Dean fully dressed and only watching, that made her feel wanted and sexy. She closed her eyes, and squeezed one of her tits. She might actually come from this, she decided. Just from touching herself, with other people in the room. After a while Scott moved. He stood up, and came over, and sat behind her and kissed her shoulder. Melissa opened her eyes and looked at him. "Keep going if you want," Scott said. Melissa nodded. She rubbed a little longer, but the moment was gone. The mood had changed. It wasn't about her alone any more, it was about both of them again. She wanted sex. She moved, still looking at Dean, and pulled Scott in close behind her. He started moving inside her, pushing hard, a bit desperately, like he was suddenly very turned on too. She was bent a little strangely. She was still leaning sideways so Dean could see, and it wasn't the best angle for sex. Melissa thought about moving, about getting more comfortable, then she looked at Dean, and decided not. Dean was looking all attentive. She wanted him to keep looking at her like that. He was looking at her face. She was naked, and having sex, and he was watching her face. She thought she knew why. She was close. Close enough she was forgetting to keep her eyes open, was forgetting not to gasp and moan and pant. She leaned closer. Moved so her face was nearer Dean's, so he could see better. Dean seemed to forget about Scott. It was her, and Dean, looking into each other's eyes, as she had sex. Scott was inside her body, but Dean was in front of her face, there for her, in her mind, watching her. It was a strangely intimate thing to share with Dean. She tried to hold back, tried to keep her eyes open, tried to remember not to do anything stupid while she fucked. There was some connection to Dean here, some contact even though they hadn't touched. She didn't want to lose it, but she was close. She was very close, about to come, and she knew she was going to close her eyes when she came. She couldn't help it. She pulled Scott against her, pushed back faster, and pressed down with her hand. She came, and was pretty sure Dean watched her again, as closely as he had the first time. When she finished, Scott moved, moved Melissa around a little to go back to doggy, and started fucking her faster. The whole time he was, Dean stared at Melissa and Melissa at Dean. It felt almost like cheating, Melissa thought, being watched by Dean that closely. It wasn't, but felt like it. Scott came, breathing hard, then sat on the sofa. Melissa moved, went back across the room to the other sofa, because she didn't want to stay as close to Dean as she was after they'd been looking at each other so intensely. She still felt unsettled. Dean's eyes had been almost too intimate. She got up, went and got a drink, and brought water back to Scott. She decided, looking at Scott, that they were done. He seemed happy, seemed to be looking smug.' "All good?" Melissa said to Scott, quietly, as she handed him the glass. "Not jealous?" "Not at all." "You promise? You don't have to say we're fine if there's a problem." "I'm fine." She nodded, relieved. She glanced at Dean, and thought about Scott, and decided not to push things. She went and got jeans and a top and put them on. Dean seemed to take that as a hint and said it had been fun, he was grateful, but he really ought to go. He shook Melissa's hand again as he left. Formality seemed right, but she also wondered if it was so he had a chance to touch her. Her right hand. The hand she'd been touching herself with. She didn't realize until afterwards. * Melissa thought a lot about Dean watching her. She thought about the intensity of his concentration, and how it had got more intense when Scott wasn't nearby, being distracting. She and Dean had almost shared something, as she had sex, and she wanted to feel that again. She wanted to find out what it was, at least. Melissa liked Dean. She wouldn't ever get into a relationship with him, he was fussy and she had a feeling he was too close to his mother, but she liked him for what this was. And she wasn't doing anything wrong. Scott wanted to share her with other men. She would never have tried this on her own, or stared at Dean so hard on her own, but Scott had started something. Started her thinking. She wanted to know what this was. She liked Dean's attention. She liked Dean being around. She wanted Dean around her more, wanted to feel his stare again. "I want to do something," she said to Scott a few nights later. "For me." "Okay." "I want to hang out with Dean without you around." "Hang out?" "Ah, yeah. Basically. Hang out naked, I suppose." Scott looked at her. "We've done your shit," she said. "I want to do this." "Without me, though." "Um," Melissa said. "Yeah. There's that." "Why?" "Because I like how he looks at me when he forgets you're there." "But without me." Melissa shrugged. "I don't know," Scott said. "Do you trust me?" He looked at her, thinking. "Do you? With what we've done lately?" "Yes." "Then trust me. I want to do this." Scott wasn't happy, but he nodded. "All right." * Melissa phoned Dean, and said Scott didn't mind if they did something together. Dean was quiet for a moment. "So do you want to?" Melissa said, thinking he might not have understood. "Yes, of course." "What?" she said. "I have no idea what you like to do." "I don't care. What do you like to do?" Melissa thought. She worked, and watched TV and went for walks to stay fit. Watching TV was a bit dull, even naked. "Shopping, I guess," she said. "How about that?" He said yes, so they went shopping. She didn't quite understand why he would, but didn't mind, as long as he was into it. They went shopping, and Dean was actually quite useful because he some idea what suited her. Almost as if he'd spent a lot time obsessively watching passing women. She picked some things, and said she'd go and try them on, and Dean said, quietly, "Can I too?" Melissa stopped. Suddenly she got it. "Right," she said. "Yeah, of course." Suddenly shopping made sense. She looked around, and thought about where she was, and put the tops she'd picked up back on the rack. "Come on," she said. Dean looked disappointed. "They wouldn't like it here," she said. "Everything's cheap. The rooms are small. We'll go somewhere nicer, we're you helping's okay." "Thank you," he said, and looked turned on, like him looking at her made her feel. "Yeah," Melissa said. "Just don't act horny. Look all, you know, advisory." Dean grinned and nodded. They went to a better shop, where there were bigger dressing rooms. Melissa grabbed some things, fairly haphazardly, and went towards them. Dean followed. He followed her inside. She pulled the curtain closed, and stood there, nervous for a moment. She was excited. She was finding this a bit odd, but excited too. She was turned on by his interest. She pulled off her top, and took her time trying things on, and Dean watched without saying anything. He seemed to be into it. That was enough. She tried a couple of tops, and a skirt, and thought about last time she'd done this, when she tried to flash the shop guy. They were in one of the front dressing rooms. Just outside the door were chairs for waiting boyfriends to sit in. "Hey," Melissa said to Dean. "Go sit out there." He looked confused, but did. She pulled the curtain back an inch, so there was a crack down the side where he could see her. He watched, and she took everything off quickly, but when she had a feeling he hadn't been as interested as he had just standing there with her. "No?" she said, when she came out, and he shook his head. "Too pervy?" He nodded. Melissa thought about that. She wasn't sure what she wanted, but she liked the attention. "Do you want to come home with me?" she said. " Dean nodded again. * They went home, and Melissa tried on more things for Dean, in the bedroom. He watched, quietly, but it wasn't the same as at the mall. "Okay," she said after a while. "So what do you want? What really?" "This is good." "But if it could be anything?" He looked at her for a while. "Just to watch you. And talk. While you do things." "That's what we're doing now." He nodded. "It is." "So you want to something more?" He didn't answer. "What?" she said. "You can tell me." "Would you mind being naked?" Melissa grinned. "Of course. This is weird, but of course." She took of her clothes, and then lay on the bed and talked to Dean. It was a little sad, she decided. She was pretty sure this was some intimacy thing, rather than sex. Dean was single, and didn't have anyone at home, and he just wanted this. Maybe he missed hearing someone talk about their day while getting ready for bed. Maybe he missed it. Maybe he'd never had it. She talked about her day, and let him look at her, and Dean listened, and looked, and seemed happy. It was sad, Melissa thought, and sweet in a way too, that he could end up almost comfortable with how he was. As comfortable as she was, as their did their weird sex things together. "I'll really do anything," Melissa said after a while. "I like you. It feels like you're holding back." He looked at her and seemed to be thinking. "Anything," Melissa said. "Anything that isn't you touching me." He looked at her. "Come on," she said. "The thing no-one else would. You may as well tell me." "There's no-one else." "What do you mean? You're single? Because I kind of guessed that." "I haven't done this with anyone else. Nothing like this. You're more than anyone already." "So make it perfect. What do you want?" He hesitated. "Just ask," she said. "I'll only say no." She was expecting something about the toilet, or worse. "Could you touch yourself again? Masturbate?" She nodded. She already had, so why not. It make perfect sense, given everything else. She was surprised she hadn't worked it out on her own. She rolled over and got a vibrator out her bottom bed-side drawer. She used it on herself, while Dean watched quietly, and as she got close, she noticed Dean's face. He was captivated again, like he had been the first night. * "I worked it out," she said to Scott that night. "Dean." "Worked what out?" "Why he's into this. Why he just wants to watch." "Okay." "He wants intimacy. Like a girlfriend." "That kind of makes sense." "He wants to watch me play with myself, too." "Are you going to?" "I did." Scott looked at her. She wouldn't masturbate in front of him, not for real. Not other than pretending while they had sex. "It's different," she said. "You fuck me. This is a thing." He nodded. "I'm going to again," Melissa said. "With Dean. If that's okay? If you don't mind? I kind of like it." Scott thought for a while. "Do you mind?" "Shouldn't I be there?" "Just a couple more times on my own. Until he's used to it. Then you can watch too." Scott kept thinking. "We'll have him over and fuck in front of him again," Melissa said. "Okay? But I want to do my thing as well." Scott nodded. "All right." * Dean came for dinner and Melissa spent the whole meal naked. It was tacky, but Dean and Scott seemed to like it. Then she had sex with Scott, and Dean watched her face, and it was strange and intimate like it had been the first time. Looking at Dean as her orgasm came close was more intimate than some sex she'd had in the past. She didn't quite understand why. She went shopping with Dean again. She took him shopping again, and changed in front of him again, and masturbated in front of him again, and he never touched her, never even tried, not once. She started to get very comfortable with him, and how far she was willing to go with this. Dean watched her come. More than once. He watched her come with a finger in her ass, which not even Scott knew she did. She swore Dean to secrecy first. Then she said, "I don't mind if you wank too." He looked at her. "I assume you do later. At home." No answer. "Do you?" He nodded. "Think about me. All of this?" "Yeah." "So do it here. I don't mind." "If you do," he said, and they masturbated together, and she watched, and gave him tissues when he came. * "I know I said a couple more times," Melissa said to Scott. "But I need a couple more than that." "It's fine." "He's still nervous. And this is weird. But I like it." "It's really fine." "Only a couple more. Then I'll tell him you have to be there too." "I don't mind." "Thank you. And soon, I promise." * The next time Melissa was with Dean, as he got close, she said, "Come on me." He stopped and looked at her. "You heard," she said. "Come on me." Dean didn't look certain. It felt like a line. It felt like a very big line, and Melissa wasn't sure he should either. Not being sure made her want him to more. Not being sure turned her on. "Does Scott know?" Dean said. Melissa shook her head. "Will he?" Dean said. "Will you tell him?" "No." "Should you tell him." "Probably." "But you won't." Melissa lay there for a while, then shook her head. "This is our thing, you and me." "I don't know if we should." "But you will. Because you want to so much." In the end he did. Kneeling beside her while she rubbed herself, holding himself over her, so hot thick semen landed on her tummy. She liked it. She actually really liked it, as a way to completely this weird thing between them. * The next time they saw each other, Dean came on Melissa's breasts, and some of his semen dribbled onto her tummy, close to her moving hand. She lay and watched him and thought it was pretty much what she'd done before, with the blowjob guys. And Scott hadn't minded that. So this, she told herself this ought to be okay. She wasn't touching Dean. They were almost touching, and semen was on her skin, but she wasn't touching him. That should make a difference. She wasn't touching, and she was trying to decide if she wanted to. She thought about blowjob guys. She thought about wanking together. The next time, as Dean got close, Melissa turned around and lay with her face near his cock. Dean stopped. "Go on," Melissa said, and kept rubbing herself. She lay beside him, and looked up at his cock as he wanked. He was close to her face. Not even out of reach. If she moved a little, she'd have Dean in her mouth. Like she had the other guys. They were close together. Close enough his movements meant he bumped against her shoulder sometimes. It was intimate and slightly awkward, but she liked it. Dean came. Came over her face. Some landed on her lip. At the last minute she opened her mouth so some landed on her tongue. She tasted him, and he watched, silent, as if they both knew this was something they shouldn't be doing. She touched her mouth. Dean's semen felt hot and sticky against her lips. She touched, and tasted, and looked up at Dean. He didn't seem to know what to say. She was turned on. She could taste Dean. Her fingers were sticky. She reached down, and touched herself. She rubbed herself with Dean's semen, so a little of it went inside her. She made herself come. She masturbated and came with Dean's semen on her hand. It was as close as they could come to sex without actually touching. It was too much. Melissa knew she had to tell Scott. * "There's a thing," Melissa said to Scott that night. "And I'm sorry. I think we need to cut Dean loose, and it's my fault, and I feel bad." "What happened?" "We got too close. It's getting strange." "How do you mean." "I've been letting him wank on me." "Like come on you?" She nodded. "It kind of seemed unfair he watched us and never got to jerk off." Scott wasn't as upset as Melissa thought. Instead he seemed turned on, she thought. Interested. Actually exactly like that. Like he watched to watch. "Is that okay?" she said, pretty sure now it was. "It's fine." "It's okay I did that on my own?" "Did you have sex with him?" Melissa shook her head. "He jerked off. I did too. Both on our own. But he came on me. Is that okay?" "It's fine." "Is it sexy?" Scott stood there for a moment, then nodded. "You want to watch, don't you?" she said. Scott shrugged. "I'm warning you. I'm getting close to him, in a weird way. We shouldn't." "I want to." "I really don't think we should." "Just once, to see." "Dude, I mean it. Like with the blowjobs, we should walk away." "Just once, Mel. Please." He wasn't going to listen, Melissa realized. Just like the blowjobs. He wasn't going to listen, and he'd probably be the one who ended up upset. What could she do. What did she want to do. She didn't understand how they could end up here, again, but she was glad they had. This time, she thought, she knew what was probably going to happen, though. This time she could be ready, and could be clear where they would stop. "I'm giving him a handjob," Melissa said. "If we do." Scott looked surprised. "I'm not going to unless we agree to that first," Melissa said. Scott was thinking. "Come on," Melissa said. "We have to be fair to him." "What?" Scott said, apparently fixating. "Him coming on you?" Melissa could see how turned on Scott was. She could see, and was turned on herself. This was a mistake. This was stupid, but she wanted to as much as Scott did. "Yeah," she said. "Okay. Why not?" Scott grinned. "I will," Melissa said. "I know." "This isn't like last time. If you want to do this, I'll go through with it." Scott nodded. "I know." Melissa sat there, waiting for Scott to change his mind. She wanted to say he'd regret this, but couldn't bring herself to. She didn't understand why she didn't object more. "Okay," she said. "Let's do it." Scott smiled. "I mean it," she said. "Tomorrow night." "All right." "This is a mistake," Melissa said, tell herself she had to try one last time. "I promise," Scott said. "It isn't." "Yeah," Melissa said, and kissed him, and gave up. She wanted to say she'd heard that before. She wanted to say he was wrong. Instead she just kissed him, and stopped arguing. She wanted this too. In the end she wanted this enough that she couldn't bring herself to talk him out of it, because even though she expected problems, she was almost certain that she and Scott could get through whatever complications came of this. Just like they had last time. * Dean came over the next night, an |
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