Chapter 6

It was a slow week for Kathleen. She spent most of spring break moving into her new house, unpacking boxes and moving furniture to where she wanted it. By Wednesday she was going through withdrawal. No students to tease, no tunnel to suck her way through and no Billy or Todd to help her take the edge off.

Rick had reached the point where he was pushing her away and coming up with excuses as to why he couldn't make love. It was the first time that she had ever heard of a man using, "Sorry honey, not tonight. I have a hell of a headache" to get out of having sex. She hadn't even been able to check out the boys next door and maybe get a little teasing done. She hadn't seen them since that Saturday that they had seen her going at it with Billy and Todd in her kitchen. They must have gone somewhere for spring break.

She thought of driving back to the old neighborhood to see if she could hook up with Billy or Todd (or both) but in the end she talked herself out of that and for two very good reasons. One, she could think of no legitimate reason for being there if anyone asked and second, she needed to put that destructive behavior behind her. She needed to get her life back on track. Anyway, that is what she was thinking when her cell phone beeped. When she read "Private call" on the display she knew who it had to be.

"Hello?"

"Good morning slut" said the voice that sent shivers running down her spine. "Have you been out on your front porch yet today?"

"No. Why do you want to know?"

"I just wanted to know if you've seen your housewarming present yet. Go out on the porch and look down at the bottom of the steps."

She walked out onto the porch as she was saying, "Okay, I'm out on the porch, now what?"

"Have you looked at the bottom of the steps yet?"

"No."

"Do it slut, and tell me what you see."

"What am I supposed to be looking for?"

"Your housewarming present slut. Do you not see the two rose bushes I planted - one on each side of the steps?"

She looked down and did see the two bushes that hadn't been there yesterday. Damn! He already knew her new address.

"They are yellow roses slut. Do you like yellow roses?"

She loved yellow roses! Who was he? How did he know these things about her?

"Rest easy slut. I'll be out of town for the next five days. It will be next week sometime when I come back. Think of me slut. Think of me and what I'm going to do to you every time you see those roses."

He disconnected and she turned and went back into the house. The Watcher's voice had a strange effect on her. Every time she heard his voice her pussy started to tingle. She went upstairs and threw herself down on the bed and grabbed her hairbrush and as she used it on herself she promised herself she would buy herself a real dildo the first chance she got.

Kathleen woke up Thursday morning with nothing to do once she had Rick off to work. She was unpacked, moved in and she had everything where she wanted it. She had the curtains, drapes and blinds all hung and the kitchen cabinets organized. All she had left to do was hit the store for groceries. During the period the house was being built she and Rick had spent hours driving around the area and getting familiar with what was available and where it was.

As she took her morning shower she planned out her day. She had to do the shopping and then be home by one because someone from the cable company was supposed to be there between one and four and then she had to drive over to Rick's parents house and pick up the kids and then get home in time to fix dinner. Not a really busy day, but it would keep her occupied.

As she ran the wash cloth over her breasts she thought of the night before. Rick had tried to beg off by claiming that he'd had a hard day at work and that he was beat, but she had a new weapon in her arsenal now and she used it. Once her hot mouth wrapped around his cock he stopped complaining. Damn!! Why did she have to go and think about that; now she was horny again.

She climbed out of the shower and a vigorous toweling did not help things any. As she rubbed the rough fabric of the towel across her breasts and pussy it just made her hotter. She glanced over at the counter top and next to the sink she saw her hairbrush and she considered grabbing it, but she knew that she didn't have time if she was going to get the shopping done and get home by one to meet the person from the cable company. She debated dressing slutty and giving the males at the store a show, but decided against that also. She didn't need to be any hornier or hotter than she already was.

As she pushed her basket up and down the aisles she was surprised at the attention she was drawing. She was wearing jeans, a sweatshirt and a pair of sandals and she was still being scoped out. Of course the jeans were tight and they did show off her tight butt and she wasn't wearing a bra so her breasts did do some interesting things to her sweatshirt when she moved.

It just wasn't fair. She had dressed down because she didn't want to get any hornier, but men were still looking at her and sending out signals (like tented pants) that they wanted her and she was getting hotter and hotter with every aisle she went down. It got so bad that in the produce section she was eyeing the cucumbers with the thought of getting a nice seized one and using it on herself as soon as she got back to the car. She picked up one and was holding it and thinking that it was just about the same size as Rick's cock when suddenly, from out of nowhere, came the scene from "Animal House" where the dean's wife was holding the cucumber and the student said, "Mine's bigger." She quickly dropped the cuke, blushed and looked around to see if anyone had noticed. There was one man looking at her and she saw his tented trousers and she wondered what he was thinking. He was fat, old and bald, but right then she wasn't sure that if they had been alone in the store that she wouldn't have gone to her knees in front of him.

The cucumber was still on her mind as she turned the key in the ignition. Why hadn't she bought it? It would have been ten times more fun than her hairbrush. She saw the time on the dashboard clock. She had two hours before she had to be home. She thought of the hairbrush and then the cucumber and she was on the verge of getting out of the car and going back into the store and getting that cucumber when she remembered something from when she and Rick had driven the area scouting out where things were. She looked again at the time, saw she had enough, and she pulled out of the parking lot.

It was a twenty minute drive once she got on the Interstate and five minutes to the Interstate, but she could still get there and then get home on time. Half an hour later she pulled up to the building next to the truck stop and parked. She walked into the Pink Pussycat adult book store and arcade and the eyes of a dozen men turned to look at her. Before the night at the hotel those looks would have made her blush and she would have turned and fled. But that was then and this was now and the woman who had sucked off strangers on a train wasn't about to be put off by the lust in their eyes.

She walked over to the area where all the sex aids were displayed. Lifelike vulvas, blow up dolls (both male and female she noticed) and dildos of all sizes, shapes and colors. Some were plastic, some were molded rubber and some were battery operated and as she stood there trying to make up her mind she heard a low voice an aisle away say:

"Think she might like to try the real thing?"

Another voice said, "Wanna try and get her in the backroom and find out?"

There were more whispers and her pussy got wet as she imagined them actually pulling her into the backroom. Would it be dark like the tunnel? "Oh my God, get a grip" she told herself, "Buy what you came here to get and get out and go home."

She picked out two: a battery operated vibrator and a molded rubber dildo just a little bigger than Rick's cock. She took them to the counter and as she was paying for them she saw the entrance to the arcade off to her right. She had never been in one and she looked at her watch and saw that she still had some time. She paid for her fake cocks, bought some tokens and went into the arcade. There was a line of booths along each wall and she went into one of the booths, closed and locked the door behind her. She noticed that there were holes in the walls of the booth and she wondered if they were what she had heard called 'glory holes'.

She sat down and fed the tokens into the machine and immediately the screen in front of her came to life and she saw two men in a sixty-nine. Not her cup of tea at all so she reached out and pushed one of the buttons on the machine and the scene changed to a transsexual sucking a cock while a man sucked his tit and another man sucked on his cock. She hit another button and saw a big titted blond sucking of a black man. She watched it for a bit and then hit another button and the scene on the screen was a redhead doing what she, Billy and Todd had been doing Saturday morning.

The scene on the screen and the memory made her so hot that she unzipped her jeans and started rubbing her pussy, but rubbing wasn't enough so she stood up and wiggled out of her jeans and thong. She spread her legs wide and her fingers went to work. She moaned and it attracted attention and she saw movement at the 'glory hole' to her left. She looked and she saw eyes looking through the hole at her.

"Oh God" she moaned and drove her fingers into her pussy harder. It was just like the night The Watcher had seen her; a faceless stranger seeing her most intimate parts. She looked at the eyes staring at her pussy as her fingers rubbed her clit and she almost cried out, "No! Don't go" as the eyes left the hole. Almost immediately a cock came through the hole and as she looked at it part of her wanted to stop what she was doing and kneel down and take it in her mouth, but the other part was screaming at her to get herself off.