Saturday afternoon (July 20th, 2019)
“OHHH you sucked-” They dart their eyes behind me. If they’re trying to be coy, it’s not working.
“Yep.”
Jordan jolts up from the couch, scanning the blanket and the back of their jeans. “I wasn’t sitting on cum, was I?” I’ve only just noticed a large brown paper bag next to their feet.
Nikhail pipes up, “No, we were kinda in the middle of it when you got here.”
“I. Am. SO sorry. I’ll let y’all get back to it then. Let me just put this stuff in the fridge. They let us take some sandwiches and-” They pull out a carton of oat milk. “the good stuff!” They slip it back in and make for the kitchen.
“Okay, yes. Love that we have oat milk.” I might’ve sounded sarcastic, but I genuinely do appreciate it. Jordan and I have both lamented: Why couldn’t the 25% white in our genes have given us lactose tolerance? “But you’re just gonna wait while we-?”
“Yeah, why not? I’ll wear my headphones, put on a podcast or something,” Jordans says as they keep walking
I turn to Nikhail. “Are you okay with it?”
“Mhm. I’m not shy- I wouldn’t even mind him watching if I’m gonna be honest.”
Before I can even react to that I say, “Them, not him.”
Jordan heads for the bedroom and Nikhail acknowledges them: “Oh, that’s my bad. Uh, I use he/him.” I assumed his pronouns correctly, but assumed just the same.
Jordan says, “It’s okay.” I know that deep down it’s not, but they hate making a big deal out of it. “Now what was that about letting me watch?” I sense Jordan trying to gauge how I feel but I can already hear their excitement.
They both look to me for an answer. “Can I get a second to think about it?”
Nikhail says, “Of course.” and Jordan turns back to the bedroom and calls out, “Feel free to text!” before shutting the door.
“Do you want me to step out or-?” Nikhail asks.
I keep my voice low since the wall between us and Jordan is so thin. “No, it’s okay. I just- I’ve never had anyone watch. I mean, the closest I’ve gotten to that was last night.” I get even quieter somehow and he leans down so he can hear me. “Okay, so we have a curtain-partition thingy in our room and we both…got off. On either side.”
“Really?” I nod yes. “So you two enjoyed the show then?” Should I keep nodding?
“You knew?”
He grins. “I could hear them whispering.” Fucking Jordan.
“I’m sor-”
“And don’t bother apologizing- like I said- I personally don’t mind an audience. But what are you thinking?”
I want to say yes, but I have performance anxiety- in all domains. Plus, the high’s wearing off.
It’s strange: I can bare my soul to Jordan, but my naked body? Not that I owe it to them, but I have stared at their VPL several times now. “Okay, Jordan can watch. But we’re smoking again. Oh, I need to wash my mouth- did you already wash yours?”
“I did, yeah.”
“Cool, cool…” I grab my phone- the clock reads 1:23- and swipe away Jordan’s text notifications about them coming home early. Nothing from my boss about a power outage- guess I am working tonight.
I turn to him and ask, “So anything for us specifically? My only thing is if we do penetration we need a condom. I-I don’t care if you think you can pull out in time- I’m not risking it.” I think I have a fear of pregnancy- I’ve never looked up the term for it. I have no qualms about getting an abortion theoretically, but I’d rather avoid any trip to a medical facility.
“Understood.” As I look back down at my screen he rubs my shoulders that have apparently tensed.
“Thanks.” I put a hand on top of his before sending, “You can come out now. We’re gonna smoke.”
He stops his hands and kisses my neck. I take his right hand and guide it to my chest, letting him fondle one of my tits over my shirt.
Just when we hear a click from the door Nikhail puts his hands back on his lap. Jordan’s ditched their business casual getup for one of their several crop tops and a pair of tan lounge shorts. I get up and say, “I’m just gonna wash up.”
Nikhail asks, “Oh wait, do either of you have an ashtray? Forgot to bring mine.”
Jordan says, “Yeah, give me a sec.”
I let Jordan go back inside and make my way to the bathroom. In the mirror I finally see the faint ring of redness around my mouth. While I wash my face I try to ignore the bubbling cauldron of anxiety and eager anticipation inside me. The anxiety will melt away soon.
Nikhail’s back on the seat cushion, dumping the sooty remains from our first session into Jordan rosé-colored glass ashtray. He comments, “This is so cute.”
“Isn’t it? My grandma let me have it when she quit smoking.”
“Does she know what you use it for?” Nikhail has a skeptical look like he already knows the answer.
“Oh, fuck no. Here, squeeze in, Vee.” They both scoot outwards and I get in between them- the layer of the thick blanket makes the gap in the two cushions less awkward.
I awaken my laptop with a light keyboard smash.
“Ooh kinky.” Jordan sees “Master and Servant” in the video title.
“Actually, can we use your laptop? Yours has better speakers.” After I graduated high school, I’d gotten the cheapest computer I could find at Best Buy- it even has a DVD player. And tinny speakers.
“Fiiine. But you’re right.” I hand them mine so they can retrieve theirs.
Nikhail waits for Jordan to return to ask us, “Keef?” (we both say yes) When he’s done, Jordan queues up their song of choice: “Whipped Cream” by Ari Lennox; the soft layered vocals propelled by a muted kick drum make for a soothing R&B track with momentum.
After they exhale they say, “I can’t wait for the concert.” They look over at Nikhail who hands them the bong, “She’s opening for Lizzo and I’m seeing them with my friend in New York next month.”
“Oh, nice. Lizzo’s cool, but I don’t think I know-” He leans forward to the table. “Sorry, what’s her name?”
“Ari Lennox.” They take the first hit and pass it me.
This is the first time I’m actually using the “puff, puff, pass” pattern for myself- it is round two for me but Nikhail and Jordan take a hit every time it’s their turn. When we started I was trying to keep track of Nikhail’s song choices (I like to know what my friends* listen to. *Is Nikhail a friend?), but now I’m back at the peak of high-horniness. I check my phone, wishing again for a text about the restaurant shutting down for the night (no power outage, everything seems to be in order). If we’re gonna do this, we need to do it now.
“So I don’t mean to rush us, but I gotta leave for work in an hour.”
“Just call out.”
“I can’t-”
“Why not? Who is getting what is essentially Asian Fusion Chipotle on a Saturday night?”
“More than you’d think. Plus, I don’t wanna ask someone to cover, especially now.”
“Fine. You’re such a Piper.” I vaguely remember which Charmed sister that is, but now we’re getting sidetracked. They address Nikhail now, “Have you seen Charmed? The original, of course.”
“Mm can’t say that I have, but uh- maybe we can save this talk for later?”
“Right, right. I’ll-” They mime zipping their lips shut.
Nikhail asks me, “So pick up where we left off, as in here on the couch. Or is the bedroom better for them to watch?”
“Bedroom? Yeah, let’s do that.”
He gets up and waits for me to lead the way.
Nikhail and I sit on my bed while Jordan goes to theirs. The clock is ticking, but I want this to be more than a quickie. How much time should we spend on foreplay? Do I look at Jordan, do I ignore them?
This is precisely the line of thinking I was hoping to avoid. I try to clear my head, and pull in focus to the throbs of my sex.
Try not to think of it as a performance. You’re just fucking and Jordan is now part of the decor- that just so happens to have a dick which already has a noticeable presence when soft. Last night’s wish of getting to see them hard without the curtain in the way is about to be fulfilled.
Jordan makes themselves comfortable by propping their pillows on the side wall. They lean back and pick up their phone- to put it on silent, I think.
Nikhail asks, “Vee, are you ready?”
I grab the meat of his thigh just under his robe and eye his lips. “Yes.” Our eyes close as we lean in. The kisses are soft- we take turns penetrating the other’s mouth with tongue. I hear a shift on the bed from Jordan’s side. Nikhail reaches under my shirt and gives my breast a good squeeze.
His lips stop and he pulls my shirt up before he goes back to kneading. He moves his head in front of my other breast and sucks on my nipple. I glance forward at Jordan who’s rubbing their bulge over their shorts. Our eyes meet, and I decide to echo their movements- I pull down Nikhail’s hand, guiding his fingers over my shorts. I whisper to him, “Rub me in time with them.”
He turns to see Jordan slowly palming themselves and presses his fingers against my pussy lips. The thin (and sole) barrier allows him to tease my folds- even graze my clit. After a couple of minutes Jordan grabs and adjusts their growing cock so that it sits up and to their left against their thigh. The outline becomes even clearer- and I don’t even need my glasses. They have yet to make direct contact, it’s like we’re in a game of chicken: who’s gonna make the first move?
I’m eager to accelerate. I let Nikhail pause so I can pull down my shorts- he helps slide them off completely. We both look at Jordan in anticipation as they place their thumbs under their waistband. As they begin to reveal their shaft, Nikhail’s fingers find my clit and I shudder into his shoulder blade. Jordan’s cock practically springs out as they peel off their garments. Technically I did see them naked for the first time last night, but that was a little tease from behind. To see their full frontal, it has my blood pumping to say the least. Nikhail has yet to disrobe, and that needs to change.
I get up and go around to the other side of the bed and reach for his shoulders, pulling him down. His back hits the mattress with a soft thud. I lean over him and untie his robe. In one sweeping motion I flare out the golden panels.
I bring my head down so we can kiss each others’ lower lips simultaneously. The top of his shorn scalp brushes against my tits as I move forward and climb on top of him. I pull out his cock, leaving his balls in his boxer briefs. His soft phallus is the perfect size for my small mouth. I swallow him whole and Jordan’s breathing grows heavy. For the moment I focus on making sure Nikhail’s dick doesn’t slip out. He’s malleable but the head acts as a stopper. Keeping my lips flush around the shaft, I suck him hands-free.
After every few pulls I feel him thicken, allowing me to bob up and down with more assurance. I watch Jordan jerk themselves now using an overhand motion, like their cock is a piece of railing. Soon I can no longer contain Nikhail’s length and let his hard cock fall out. It hits my chin before settling on his abdomen.
I roll off of him and kneel on the bed. “Lay this way,” I tell him. He props himself up with his elbows and sees me patting one of the pillows. He strips down and tosses his clothes over the foot of the bed.
We finally get to resume our 69. I get down on all fours again and close the gap between my wet pussy and Nikhail’s face. The first brush of his tongue stops my breath short before I let out a whimper.
His cock shifts, begging for attention. I wrap my fingers around it, holding it upright for my descending mouth. I suck on his head like a lollipop while his girth pulses in my grip. He laps at my clit as I instructed before: slow, but with pressure.
I hear some shuffling on Jordan’s side and hear a squirt from a bottle. I run my tongue over the left side of Nikhail’s shaft as I look across the room. A line of lube shines against Jordan’s brown wood. They click the bottle shut and grip their cock, sliding their hand down and switching to an underhand stroke.
I nudge Nikhail’s dick with my nose and lick up the other side before swallowing him again, pushing myself down until my lips close in on his base. I breathe in and gently slide up and down just an inch- trying not to gag for the life of me. He moans into my pussy, sucking on my bud with tight lips. I go down on him in increments, and when I can finally suck from his head down the shaft in a steady rhythm, he groans deep from the gut. I push back into his face and he drives his tongue around my bud wildly. Whines escape my lips, making me gag. I have to take his cock out of my mouth. He flicks my clit with more intensity- I can feel surges of orgasm fast approaching. My vocal releases get higher and louder, culminating in a long wavering scream as pleasure explodes from my cunt.
Jordan is stroking madly. I don’t want them to cum just yet I get up and grab a condom out of the drawer. I tear open the wrapper and get in between Nikhail’s legs. I pinch the tip of the rubber and roll the sides down. I take a seat on his thighs and guide his cock to my wet slit. I’ve been fucked by silicone, but this is the first time I’m being penetrated by the real thing. I steady my hands on the bed and rock back and forth on him in a frenzy. I turn Nikhail’s head so that we both watch Jordan as they pump their lubed-up cock with stacked fists. I start to feel my cum drip- wet smacks fill the air.
Nikhail grabs my ass and drives my body into him. I bounce faster- the gaps between Nikhail’s moans become shorter. My tits swing and smack against me. The moaning from all three of us is peppered with hisses and expletives.
Jordan squints as they leak cum. They turn their joined wrists as they pull and pull. “Ah…ah…AH,” they wail before shooting their load onto their chest.
“Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” is all I can muster as my upper wall is pounded into subsequent orgasm. Nikhail shuts his eyes and thrusts his pelvis up, cumming with a final string of whines. Our centers come back down together and I collapse onto him.
He softens while he’s still in me. I let his expended cock slide out and I lay next to him.
Please come back anytime, Neighbor. I just might add rope to my shopping cart.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qb010h/if_these_thin_walls_could_talk_chapter_23_from