Lars and I were watching a steamy movie, and it was just getting to the good part when the storm hit. A bolt of lightning, a boom of thunder, and the lights flickered and died. “Fuck,” Lars cursed. I got up from the couch and made my way to the kitchen. The lightning helped me find a glass and the sink. I filled the glass and took a sip and happened to look out on the courtyard. Wind whipping the fat bushes down below but no rain. From our kitchen window there was a view of the apartment across the way, apartment 2B, its layout the mirror of ours, with that cute couple who’d moved in last week. It looked like the guy was standing at the sink doing the dishes. Hard to tell, with only the stutter of lightning. A guy doing dishes, how refreshing! Then I noticed his girlfriend. She stood behind him, her arms around him, as he rinsed a plate. “Lars, come and see,” I called. The girlfriend had a hand on the guy’s cock. She was stroking it. Lars was pressing behind me, pressing hard. “Hey,” he said. His hand went to my puss. The girlfriend was stroking faster. Lars’ finger curled inside my cunt. Faster and faster the girlfriend stroked. Lars kept time. “You’re going to make me,” I cried out.

The guy’s cock shot—cum like lightning, and his plate fell and my glass fell, and I came, and then the storm stopped and all was dark, just some distant rumbles of thunder. “Oh, honey, sweet honey,” Lars said, and he put his finger in my mouth so I could taste myself. Across the way the light was out, but ours was on. I knelt and took Lars’ cock in my mouth. I knew the angle was wrong for the neighbors to see, but I pretended they could.