Page 18 of Voyeur
“Much.”
She continued to talk about her trip home and a tiff between her and her cousin. I took a sip of my bourbon and zoned out. She did enough talking for both of us. Shannon was beautiful with a wide smile and a joy for life she couldn’t fake. As for me, it had taken a few drinks in the dark of my stiff sitting room before I’d finally convinced myself to call her.
I’d needed someone to help distract me from the past week at school with Oaklyn. It had been torture. She was friendly to everyone and had a bright laugh that lit her face. I’d watched her smile with such innocence, and struggled to reconcile her to the girl who fucked in front of people. The girl I wasn’t going to go see this weekend. I could spend one weekend away from Voyeur.
I still hadn’t called Daniel about her schedule. I was too scared to explain my predicament to someone else, and just decided not to go.
Despite my resolve, I thought about going constantly.
I’d wonder about the guy she performed with and if there was more between them. That caused a twisting ache in my gut I hated putting a name to—jealousy.Iwanted to be the man doing all the things to her that he got to do, but I knew I couldn’t.
Then I’d wonder who else watched her. Was it anyone she was around on a daily basis? Were they keeping it from her? Or was I the only pervert lusting over my nineteen-year-old student?1
But at least I was trying to change that. Which was why I was sitting across from Shannon instead of at the bar at Voyeur.
“Would you like any dessert?” our waiter asked, halting Shannon’s monologue and bringing me back to the present.
“Oh, no,” Shannon said with a smile, her hand on her stomach. “I shouldn’t. Gosh, I can’t. I’m so full.”
“No dessert this time, thank you,” I said to our waiter, but kept my eyes on Shannon. I hated that I’d zoned her out. I didn’t like making my dates feel like they didn’t have my full attention.
“Another bourbon for you?”
“No, thank you. I’ll just take the check.”
Shannon reached inside her purse, but I stopped her. I was old-fashioned in believing that I’d asked her out, therefore it was my treat.
My chivalry lit a fire in her eyes as she took the last sip of her wine. When she set it down, she dragged her finger along the wet rim, her gaze heavy and full of desire.
“Would you like to come to my place for a drink?”
I should have seen the question coming. And maybe I had, but I still had to ask myself: Could I? I knew what it entailed. I knew what she was really asking. And I wanted to. I wanted to lay down with her and feel her skin pressed to mine without a sheen of sweat covering my body as tremors shook my limbs. I wanted to follow this woman home and possess her2in a way that made me forget the innocence that taunted me.
I needed to prove I could do this, and I needed to push Oaklyn from my mind.
I would focus on Shannon and her beauty and let that guide me. Let that anchor me in the moment.
“That sounds nice.”
She smiled, not hearing the slight tremble I fought to mask.
I followed her out to her car, walking her to her door and got her address letting her know I’d meet her there.
When I got in my car, I did the breathing exercises I’d been doing since I was a teen. Giving myself positive affirmations.
I could do this.
I could go further than before.
I could let her hands touch me and pleasure me without panicking.
My sweaty palms gripped the wheel tightly as I drove to her place. Once I’d pulled into the apartment complex, I waited a bit. Getting my heartbeat down to normal and thinking about Voyeur to amp up my desire and overcome the nerves. When I closed my eyes, I saw Oaklyn’s head pressed back, her lips open on a moan of pleasure, and my cock began to harden.
My eyes flicked open, pushing her from my mind. I stepped out of the car, letting the cool night air wash over me.
Shannon greeted me at the door with a smile and another glass of bourbon. As soon as I entered, her fingers linked with mine, and she moved me to her couch. I took one sip, letting the spicy alcohol slide down my throat and held her eyes. I set my glass on the coffee table and brought her fingers to my lips, kissing each one.
I knew I was good at the seduction, at making a woman feel wanted, letting her know I desired her. I could even pleasure a woman repeatedly until she forgot her name. Whisper dirty words and touch her perfectly.
