Chapter 5

I woke at nine-forty five, rolled out of bed and went into the bathroom to pee. The house was quiet, most likely mom and dad still asleep, which didn't surprise me after the late night they'd had. Re-entering my room I quickly snatched up my cell phone from off my dresser, I'd forgotten to check it for messages before falling asleep. To my relief, Jayleen had in fact sent me a text just as she'd promised. She'd gotten home, snuck back inside the house with no one the wiser. A second message was waiting for me, and I read that one. It said simply: I O U 1

I smiled at that, already looking forward to it, and then headed out to the kitchen. As I'd hoped, the coffee had come on as programmed, four clean empty cups sitting beside it. Obviously, even Cindy hadn't called or come over yet for her early morning coffee with mom, though I remembered her asking me to "come over" as opposed to seeing her here. I wondered why. After pouring myself a cup of much needed coffee, I stepped over towards the window and looked out across the yard. Bob's car was gone, but then I'd expected that. Unlike most, Bob very often worked on Sundays at the nursery he owned and operated, they always did a booming business on the weekends, so he usually took off Friday and Saturday and then worked the rest of the week. I ventured outside sitting down at the patio table. I wasn't there more than just a few minutes when I saw the back door open across the way. Cindy stood waving me over, she was almost naked, wearing nothing more than what appeared to be one of Bob's long sleeved dress shirts and nothing else, especially as it was open. I started to head across, but then she stopped me seeing the cup of coffee in my hands.

"I was just about to make some," she called out. "But if you've already got some ready, pour me one and bring it over," she told me.

I went back inside the house, refilled my own and poured her one, and then ventured back across the yard to her place. She was still standing there in the doorway, though I noticed she had buttoned up the shirt as she greeted me. I was slightly disappointed.

"Bob's already left for work," she informed me.

"Figured as much," I responded back handing her, her cup, which she gratefully accepted. "So ... what's up?" I asked curiously, especially with her standing there dressed the way she was, not at all surprised to feel my cock lurch in hopeful expectation. If nothing else, perhaps she'd have me start filling up a new jar, something that no longer bothered me in doing for her.

"I have a bit of a favor to ask," she said coyly, "Though I don't think you'll mind doing it for me too much after you hear what I have to say."

"Sure, what?" I responded back, suddenly anxious to hear what new little surprise she might have in mind, though even when I did, I was a bit shocked by it.

"You know Laurel yes?" She asked.

"Of course," I responded, "I mean not personally really, but I ah ... well, you know, saw them the other night over at the house, and then of course saw them again last night at the party, what about her?"

"Obviously Kevin, you've learned quite a few interesting things about many of us over the past few days," she began. I nodded my head smiling. "And since you have, and the more I thought about this, the more I decided I might share with you something else, another one of our groups naughty little secrets," she said grinning even more broadly.

"And that is?" I asked curiously.

"Do you have any fantasies Kevin?" she asked catching me off guard.

"Of course," I answered simply. "Don't we all?" Cindy smiled at that, nodding her head in agreement.

"Do you ever act on any of them?" She then asked.

"Not really ... no. Until lately, anyway, " I smiled back. "But that wasn't something I had considered to actually be a fantasy, until now," I again added recalling the way it felt to stand there masturbating myself in front of her while she watched. Suddenly now ... it was one.

"Would you like another?" she then asked.

"Maybe," I said tentatively, "what is it?"

"Helping me ... and Laurel to enjoy one of hers," she told me.

"I'm not sure that's such a good idea, what if she blabs something to my mom or dad," I said worriedly. So far, I felt like I could trust Cindy at least, but I wasn't so sure about Laurel being able to keep her mouth shut.

"Don't worry ... she won't even know it's you as long as you do what I tell you to do," she informed me. Now I really was curious, not able to imagine what it might be. "Interested?"

"Maybe," I said once again. "Tell me what it is I have to do, and then I'll tell you," I said a little impatiently.

"Well, as I said Kevin, we all have our little fantasies, and very often we try and help one another out in making them happen for one another from time to time. Anyway, Laurel told me one of hers last night at the party, I told her I'd see what I could do for her. She should be here in about twenty minutes from now in fact," she explained. "What she wants me to do for her, and which I said I would do, was find someone who would cum on her while she lays there playing with herself."

"Excuse me? Won't she know it's me? Like I said Cindy, we met ... it's not like she won't know who I am."

"She won't, if she's blindfolded while you do," Cindy shot back at me. "Which is part of the fun for her, not knowing who it is, only that she's being watched, and then spunked on while she plays with herself. Her entire fantasy is in doing that, getting a guy so turned on that he shoots his cream all over her, and she never does know who it was that actually did it. That's where I come in."

"You're serious."

"Very."

"What if I say no?"

"Then she'll be very, very disappointed when she gets here, especially as she's expecting it. And quite frankly, I'd be very disappointed myself. After all Kevin, it's not like she'll know who you are, or that you haven't stood there and jerked yourself off in front of me before either."

Which was true of course, and admittedly, the more I stood there thinking about it, the more and more exciting it became. Laurel naked, playing with herself, blindfolded while I stood there watching her, and then coming on her when it was time.

"Anywhere I want?"

"Anywhere ... and everywhere," Cindy told me. "And to make it even more fun for you, I'll of course be naked too, and even play with you a little myself while you stand there watching her. So ... are you interested? Or no?"

It had become a moot point. "Sure, why the hell not?" I said grinning.

"Just remember, part of her fantasy is NOT knowing who you are, so try not to speak or make a sound if you can help it, though that part may be hard for you. I don't think a little moaning will necessarily give anything away, but obviously she's spoken to you, so should you slip up and say something, she might in fact recognize your voice, which would spoil the fantasy for her. So ... still interested?"

The sound of a car pulling up into the drive alerted us that Laurel was in fact already there.

"Yes!" I said excitedly.

"Good, run upstairs and wait in the bathroom, I'll come and get you when it's time, when she's ready. It might be a few minutes before I do however, she likes me to sort of prime her pump a little first if you know what I mean."

Seconds later I was sprinting up the stairs to the bathroom as Cindy opened the door greeting her friend. I sat down on the toilet after having removed all my clothing, once again trying to calm myself, collect my breath as I heard them talking, soon after coming up the stairs.

"So, he's here already?" Laurel asked Cindy excitedly.

"Yep, anxiously waiting for us," Cindy acknowledged. "Looking forward to watching you touch yourself, while he stands beside you, jerking himself off as he does," Cindy told her, which had the effect of arousing Laurel even more.

"Have you seen his dick?"

"I have," Cindy acknowledged.

"Is it big? Nice and hard?"

"Big enough, but certainly hard enough ... yes," she informed her friend. I could hear them even more clearly now as they reached the landing, turning down the short hallway heading off in the opposite direction towards the main bedroom.

"Do you think he'll cum on me ... a lot?" she asked hopefully. "I want to feel lots and lots of his cream squirting on me," she asked hopefully.

"I'm sure he will honey," Cindy told her. "Provided of course you put on a really nasty act for him in order to make him even more horny than I know he already is. Do that, and I can promise you that he'll drench you. So do very naughty, dirty, wicked things to yourself while he watches you, and then I am sure that he will."

Just hearing their conversation had made me that. But Cindy was right in another way now too, this had just suddenly become another fantasy of mine, and one in which I no doubt would think back on and jerk off to myself countless times afterwards. I was already looking forward to it. The hard part, would be in keeping my mouth shut, I was half tempted to run back to my house and grab the duct tape.

Cindy had already prepared for that however, which I would eventually learn.

I could still hear them talking though not quite as clearly. A few moans and groans later, Cindy opened the bathroom door inviting me to come out. As I did, she held up what appeared to be a ball-gag. I shook my head no at first upon seeing it.

"Trust me, it will help. If you can't stand it, I promise I'll take it out, but it might be better for all of us if you were to wear it," she told me quietly. I relented, allowing her to fit it inside my mouth. It took a moment to get used to it being there, but as I did, and as Cindy led me down the hallway towards the bedroom, I was soon rock fucking hard.

"We're here," Cindy told her friend. Laurel was indeed blindfolded, but otherwise unbound. She could have very easily removed her blindfold herself, but she didn't. What she did do, and was doing, was fondling her magnificent breasts, pulling on her nipples almost painfully by the looks of it, pinching her thick fat nipples, and then lifting her tits up, stretching them, wiggling them, before letting go again. And then just as quickly, repeating the process.

"Does he like the way I'm playing with my breasts?" Laurel now asked. "Is he ... is he stroking his cock?"

"He does, and he is yes," Cindy told her as she briefly took a seat next to the bed, watching me more than she was herself watching Laurel.

"Is it all nice and hard?" Laurel asked. "What does it look like?"

"Damn hard," Cindy told her actually looking at it, which for a moment made me feel a bit shy and self-conscious.

"It's perhaps six, maybe seven inches in length? But it's really thick, fat and angry looking, all purple swollen, and I think I can even see a little precum oozing out of the tip of it now in fact," she said. There wasn't yet ... but there soon would be. She was right about the rest of it though, my cock felt like stone, and it was indeed purple, the tip swollen, fat and horny as hell as I stood there fisting myself, looking at the two of them.

"Oh fuck!" She moaned, one hand now snaking down between her legs running up and down between her lips briefly.

"Show him what you look like," Cindy urged her friend. "Go on Laurel, spread yourself, let him see just how juicy and pink your pussy really is, give him a nice view of how wet you are, how your juices pool just inside your cunt like they always do."

She began doing so, her hands at first simply spreading herself apart. I had never seen anything like this, never ... not even in a porn movie. It was in fact my very first glimpse at a woman's cunt, all totally exposed. The pinkness of her inner flesh was amazing enough, but then I saw what Cindy had mentioned already, an almost frothy white substance that seemed to be oozing from somewhere inside, coating her neither lips, wetting them.