Chapter 1: The Pantie Fetish

Candy Damiani glanced at the clock while her fingers strummed a nervous rhythm on the table. She anticipated the knock but still jumped when it came. She sipped from her glass, got up, and walked to the door.

“Come in,” Candy said and stepped aside. The tall teenager had to squeeze past. He was holding a box with both hands, and his elbow bumped her breast.

“Mrs. Damiani,” he said and flipped his shoulder-length hair, “everything is done outside. All that’s left is the software.” He put the box on the kitchen counter, his eyes shifting nervously.

“Zachary,” she said and licked her lips. Her arms tightened at her sides, and the boy’s eyes darted to her chest.

“Ah, yes, Ma’am.”

“Call me ... Candy,” she said.

“Okay, Candy, um, Candy it is. So, ah, where’s the computer I’m supposed to install this on?”

“It’ll be on my husband’s computer,” she said and smiled. “Follow me.”

They left the kitchen and entered the back section of the house. It was a modern addition to the old house where their master bedroom and office were located, away from the kids’ rooms. The first door in the hallway was to the office, but Candy passed it and took Zachary into the bedroom. She paused and slid her hand over the end of the king-sized bed, then continued through the doorway into the attached office. It was a stupid game she was playing, but it made Candy feel better. Fuck John’s security system, she thought.

For the next ten minutes, Candy watched Zachary install software and hook something to the back of John’s computer.

“All right,” he said, “sit down, and I’ll show you how it works.” He got up and turned the swivel chair around for her.

Candy sat and scooted forward, then leaned back and looked up at Zachary. “Show me,” she said. He was looking straight down into the depths of her cleavage.

He said, “Double-click this icon.”

She pretended she cared and said, “Wow, it’s so clear!” playing up the dumb blonde act.

The screen showed two images: the front porch and the driveway going down the side of the house. She could see the bottom steps of the back porch. Now John could see her coming and going and everyone who visited.

“What does this do?” Candy asked and covered Zachary’s hand with hers on the mouse. It trembled.

“Ah, that’s the zoom control.” He drove the pointer to a row of buttons. “Here’s the activation mode. It’s set up like a motion light. It will record any time something moves outside. The rest of the time, it just shows the picture.”

“Great,” she said.

Zachary had no idea her husband would change his password when he came home, and he’d be the only one to see what or who had been captured. He’d have another way to make sure Candy didn’t have friends other than the ones they shared, the ones he approved of.

“My boss told me there was another computer I’m supposed to install the view panel on,” Zachary said. “Is that it over there?”

“Yes,” Candy said, following the boy to her desk in the far corner of the room. He repeated the process on her computer while she imagined things she had no business thinking about.

“Okay, it’s done,” Zachary said.

“Already?”

“Yes. There’s less setup when it’s just the view panel,” Zachary said. “Let me show you how it works.”

“Will this computer record, too?” she asked.

“No, this one is a secondary device. It gets the signal, too, but it doesn’t record,” Zachary said. “If you have this button clicked, and there’s movement, you’ll see the images in these two windows.”

Candy pushed her chair back and stood up. “Wow, this will make me feel safe,” she said, her anger growing. I do transcription work all day wearing a headset. Anyone could break in and do—Mm, you never know what someone might do to me.” She paused, then added, “Things aren’t like they used to be.” That was an understatement.

“Yeah, right,” he said. “Speaking of that.” Zachary reached into the box he had brought and pulled out a small device. “Here’s one of TechAdvance’s standard nanny cams. You could hook it into this system.”

Candy felt her heart flutter. “Nanny cam?”

“Yes,” Zachary said. “It’s not inconspicuous, like a spy camera, more to let a babysitter know you might be watching.”

She thought about when she was Candy, the babysitter, and the hairs on the back of her neck rose. “Those days have passed,” she said as if she would let her husband near a babysitter. “Not that my youngest needs one anymore, but the older kids could handle it if she did.”

“All right, but if you change your mind—” He paused. “I’m not supposed to offer this, but if you don’t tell my boss, I could come and help you out, you know, for free.”

Candy ran her hand down his forearm. Unfortunately, her husband would know if she took the boy up on a special service visit. “Not a problem, it’ll be our secret.” She’d always loved her secrets when she was a girl, and saying the word while playing this silly game with Zachary excited Candy.

Once Zachary was gone, Candy sat in front of her computer, her fingers trembling as she typed Spycam in the search box. She was just curious.

At school, Evan sat in a desk that was too small for his six-foot frame, thinking there should be a law against having a young, hot teacher. The crotch of his khaki pants was getting too tight. His Social Studies teacher, Mrs. Beck, was writing on the board in preparation for class. Her incredible butt was wiggling in cadence with the squeaking marker. He dove into his daily fantasy and started undressing his teacher. What new position would he do her in while his classmates watched?

The woman from the Philippines had smooth brown skin, almond-shaped eyes, and big, firm breasts. He pushed everything off Mrs. Beck’s desk, laid her down and knelt over her, then started titty fucking her. His creamy load would look great splattered on her brown flesh.

His erotic imagination was interrupted when Darlene entered the classroom. The redhead’s body transformed a school uniform into something he’d seen on a “School Girls” website, where 20-year-old women dressed up like fourteen-year-old girls and did naughty things. He was sure Darlene did naughty things, too.

Evan watched Darlene’s ass until she got to her seat. She never looked at him. The redhead supposedly would go both ways and do things other high school girls hadn’t even heard of.

When class ended, Evan timed his exit to coincide with Darlene’s. “How was your weekend?” he asked.

Darlene said, “Fine,” without looking at him.

“Do anything fun?”

“Not really,” she said, then started turning the dial on her locker.

“Okay,” he said, feeling stupid.

Darlene shoved books into her locker and slammed it. “See ya.” She turned and walked away.

Damn it, he thought, I still didn’t get anywhere with her. Maybe he did something mean to her years ago that he didn’t remember.

Evan stood in front of the school breathing diesel fumes from all the yellow kid carriers, still thinking about Darlene. Without warning, someone jumped on his back and sent him stumbling forward. “Jeez!” he yelled.

“Guess who?” said the person riding him with their hands over his eyes and their legs wrapped around his waist.

Even if he didn’t recognize her voice or the smell of her strawberry shampoo, Evan would have known who it was. He’d feel her inside his soul and know. “Let’s see,” he said. “I think it’s the only person who still thinks it’s okay to act like we’re ten?”

“Whatever,” Deana said. “Carry me to the car. My legs are sore.”

“Just get off me,” he said. “It’s embarrassing.”

“Right,” she said, “like there aren’t a hundred guys who’d love to give me a piggy-back ride.”

“Yeah, but none of them are your brother,” he said. “Now let go, or I’m gonna dump you in that trash can.”

His twin sister, Deana, fell in stride with him as they walked toward the student parking. She said, “What’s eating you?”

“Nuha-thin,” he said. “Where are the Tumbling Triplets?”

“They’re riding to ‘nastics with Kimmy’s mom.” She bumped him with her hip. “So?”

He avoided her dark, searching eyes. “So, what?”

“You know, what’s bothering you?”

He was horny enough to stick his dick in a tree-knot and couldn’t get laid or even get a conversation going with Darlene. Should he let his sister in on that? “I got a lot on my mind, that’s all.”

She walked backward in front of him with her lips squished to one side. “A lot of red hair and big tits, maybe?” She smirked.

“Deana!”

“Is what they say about redheads true?” She took off ahead of his swing.

“Jeez! Will you—”

“Sorry. I saw you talking to Darlene and—”

“Talking to her?” He pressed the unlock button on his key pod, and a blue Monte Carlo chirped. “That girl doesn’t know how to talk. I’m just trying to be friendly with her, and—”

“Friendly,” Deana said. “You mean get laid?” She pulled at the bun on her head, and silky black hair cascaded down her back.

“Deana,” he said, wishing he hadn’t gotten in this conversation, “you have a dirty mind.”

“Me?” she huffed. “You’re the one trying to hook up with Darlene. Not to mention checking out my friends every chance you get.”

“Like you don’t flirt with Jason,” he said. His best friend, Jason, knew Deana was off limits. They had a pact about their sisters. So far neither of them had tried to break it, but Jason had the hots for Deana regardless.