Chapter 6

I chuckled. “I’m anxious to see her.”

“Oh, I’m sure, but think of the bigger picture. We’re both goin’ to grad school here, so we can gain valuable knowledge for the next couple years. Think how many girls we can check out! This could be the best datin’ tool ever. Oh, wait. Our girl picked up the vibe again. Fuck! She’s lickin’ it clean! Damn, that’s hot. Okay, just talkin’ on the phone now. Hmm, she stood up again.

What a body on her! Now I know I recognize her, but I didn’t think she was that fuckin’ hot! Wow. She put the vibe with her wet towel. Guess she’ll clean it right tomorrow. She just plugged her phone into the charger. Ah, shit. Lights off. I can still see her though. Yeah, she’s pullin’ up the covers. Show’s over.”

“I can’t believe you recorded that.”

“Jason, that was only the first. I’m headed to the third window from the left on the fifth floor. The light just came on.”

“I see it, but I don’t see you.”

“That’s because I came in from above, and I’m off to the side a little. Hmm. This may be the one with the big tits we saw outside. She has her back to me now. Yup, same hair – it’s her. She’s fuckin’ hot, dude! And she’s gettin’ undressed.”

“Really?”

“Only the shoes and sweatshirt so far, and she has her back to me. Let’s see. Wide bra straps usually mean nice hooters. And she’s takin’ it off. Oh, damn, they are nice, at least Ds, maybe doubles, but they don’t sag much. Nipple piercings too, gold barbells, and a little gold chain hangin’ from her belly button. Wow. She’s built like a brick shithouse! Ah, yes, there go the jeans. She has a tat. Hard to see since she’s movin’ around.”

“Where’s the tat?”

“Left ass cheek. Looks like a rose or somethin’. It’s halfway under her panties. Maybe she’ll take them off next. She’s puttin’ her socks in her hamper now. Ah, shit. She just put on a night shirt. Yup, lights out. Let’s see what else I can find.”

“There are a couple curtains open on the top floor, Matt.”

“Goin’ there now. Whoa! Shit! Hang on. Okay. There’s some wind when I get above the roof. This fuckin’ thing is hard to control. I caught it, but I’m havin’ trouble holdin’ steady. It’s startin’ to rain again too, dammit. I don’t wanna crash the first time out. Let’s go home and see what we really have.”

Back in our apartment, Matt downloaded the images onto his laptop and played them on the TV while making a copy for me. “I don’t know about you, dude, but I need some alone time.” He took his laptop and went in his room. I sought my own privacy.

When I got up Monday, Matt was busy on his computer at the kitchen counter. “Your first final is Wednesday, same as mine, right?”