His Five Night Stand (6 page)

My fingers moved faster, my body tensing, eyes closed.

Odessa moaned. She sounded so free. I wondered what it would feel like to be unrestrained, uncontrolled, and wild.

My whole body tensed as my breath moved in rhythm with the sound of their lovemaking. Did they do the same thing every night or explore each anew? I wanted them to come. I wanted to hear it. I needed it. I craved it.

Their moaning grew louder; the sounds of the bed banging grew faster and stronger. I felt like a thief stealing someone else’s pleasure, but I knew if I could hear them, if I could listen to the moment they came together, I could own it, store it deep inside myself and draw it out while I slept.

I wanted another dream with my stranger.

They moved faster and faster. My breath and movements matching their pace; my body tensing with anticipation, and my thighs clenching.

“Oh yes, baby,” Odessa moaned. “More, just like that, I want more.”

“Yes, oh yes,” I whispered, my mouth open and body tense with pleasure as I rubbed faster and faster. I leaned my forehead against the stucco, my body sweaty, and my legs strong and pulsing with energy.

“Yes please, oh god, yes,” Odessa said, her voice moving higher and higher, my breathing moving with her. The energy building inside of me and spilling over in ripples and shakes as Odessa shrieked with pleasure. I leaned against the wall; my whole body shaking as an orgasm rocked through my body.

“Holy shit,” I whispered as my legs buckled and the waves moved through me.

What was Theo doing to both of us? I sunk to the ground, spent. I felt wet, my nipples tingling, and body shaking. I knew I should feel ashamed, but I wanted it. I wanted to feel like her.

I felt like The Holiday was opening up doors in my mind and body that I had never even known existed. Was it wrong to unlock these feelings inside myself? I had just come while eavesdropping on the couple next door. It was like I’d somehow linked with the sexual energy, their pleasure reaching through the wall and straight between my legs.

In the silence I pulled myself to my feet, legs unsteady; I slipped back into bed, my cheeks burning again with shame but also something else that I couldn’t express. It was more than pleasure . . . it was knowledge. I felt ashamed that I’d invaded Odessa and Theo’s bedroom. I had no right to intrude, but I laid still and wished they would start again. As if feeling my need, the knocking began again against the wall, slower this time, languid, sensual.

I felt my body respond, growing wet and tense.

The moaning was lower and deeper and I realized that it was Theo this time. He was moaning and she was silent. I imagined that beautiful man stretched out on the bed, his light blue eyes locked on Odessa.

I heard a woman’s voice murmuring. It was quiet, but strong and steady. It lacked the animalistic frenzy of before, but it was hot, controlled. Odessa was commanding him, making him hers. His groans came almost in response.

What was she asking of him? I sat up in bed, I could barely breathe. My legs so weak I didn’t even move to the wall this time. I could hear them from my bed. My nightgown thin against my hardening nipples. I tried to resist but I couldn’t. I closed my eyes, my fingers sliding down my body against my aching pussy. I touched myself as I tried to imagine what was happening behind their closed door.

I imagined Odessa on top of Theo. His chest glistening with sweat, his cock red and throbbing, craving her wetness. I imagined her teasing him with her tongue then straddling him, and riding him with her wet pussy up and down, pulling him closer and deeper. She would make him hers. He would grow bigger with every stroke. A throbbing heat radiating against the sides of her tightening walls, muscles clenching she would hold him tight, slowly and evenly pulling him deeper inside her than they’d ever gone before.

Their voices quickened, and she joined him moaning as the banging increased. I imagined him driving into her harder and faster until he couldn’t take another minute and then he grabbed her backside driving deeper one last time. Her breasts bouncing above him, he’d arch his back and grab her tits as he finally exploded.

Odessa and Theo groaned together, the walls shaking as they climaxed.

I swallowed a moan as my back arched and I came again.

I lay still breathing wondering if they had heard me? Did they know they had reached through the wall and touched me? I felt like an addict. I needed this. I told myself it was the last time, but I knew I was lying.

I would listen and come again with them a thousand times if I could.

The next morning, I made a run to a
thrift store and got a small table, a green rug, and an unfinished bookshelf for my little apartment. I draped a pale green scarf over the table and found some shimmery white curtains that I hung in front of the windows. With the futon and cozy area rug, my apartment was feeling a little less pitiful and trending towards shabby chic.

I went for a run and took a shower that afternoon. Cara had invited me to join her and Josh for a movie and pizza, but I hated feeling like a third wheel.

Plus, you may have a date with the couple next door, a little voice inside me whispered. But since I’d heard nothing more from Odessa I wondered if her invite had been less genuine and more impulsive, or maybe the party was off.

At least I had a stack of books to read. Worst case I could hole up in my getting cuter by the minute apartment and have an appropriate amount of wine and a good read. There were worse things in the world.

I’d just stepped out of the shower when someone knocked on my door. I quickly grabbed a terry cloth robe, my hair wet and dripping down my back.

I looked through the peep hole.

Theo, the beautiful man with the wavy dark hair stood outside my door.

Odessa’s lover.

His broad shoulders stretched his thin black t-shirt in all the right places and his dark pants hugged his body in a way that made me want to step out of my robe. “Get a hold of yourself Callie . . .” I whispered to myself, taking a breath.

He knocked again. “Hello?” His voice was deep and had a timbre to it that made me feel a bit unsteady. I remembered his voice from our conversation in the hall and from his moans.

I cracked open the door. “Can I help you?” I asked.

I saw his pale blue eyes quickly move up and down my body. He didn’t leer at me, or stare at a me in a way that made me uncomfortable, but it was very clear he’d seen me and it was even more clear that he knew I was naked. Somehow, having only a single layer of fabric between my damp body and me felt dangerous.

“Is this a good time, I can come back,” he said, giving me a half smile, the lilt of his accent unbelievably charming. I would have listened to him read a dictionary. “I see you were in the shower.”

“You are right,” I said, “I’m all wet . . .” I blanched. “My hair and my body is wet I mean. Well not my body anymore, my body is drying, in my robe. It’s a fine time . . . Shit. I mean shoot. I’m sorry, I’m Callie. We met briefly, but not officially.”

“I’m Theo,” he said, offering me his hand. “I officially live next door. We met . . .”

“I remember, yes, Theo,” I said, my cheeks flushing red. I shook his hand, it was as large and warm as I remembered. He had a very strong grip. Theo. I swallowed, my throat dry. “I’m Callie. I’m new. And I already told you that.”

“Yes you did,” he said, his eyes crinkling when he smiled. “So, how do you like The Holiday? You glad you decided to stay?”

“I like it, it’s been a few days, but it feels good here.” Just saying the words “feels good” made me flush. Why did my every word seem loaded with sexual innuendo? Theo kept his eyes locked on mine. I had never seen someone look so focused when I spoke. “I moved here kind of impulsively, but I think I made a good decision.”

“I think you did too,” he said. “I knew you’d like it here. The women who live here are special.”

“Special?”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” he said. “But the women who live here are all very, very beautiful.”

“Beautiful.”

“You fit right in,” he said, giving me a smile that was definitely tinged with a hint of wickedness. I couldn’t speak. Was he flirting with me? I hoped he was and instantly berated myself. I did not want another woman’s lover flirting with me. I had just been that woman. I was not about to mess with someone else’s man.

“So, this is for you,” he said, handing me a cream colored envelope, thick stationary. “Odessa likes things formal.” He shrugged.

The paper felt expensive, I ran my thumb along an embossed letter O on the back. She had spent cash on this correspondence. “Thank you.”

“We’re having a party tonight. We’d like you to come,” he said.

Too late, I already did. Multiple times. I thought, cheeks burning. Had he used the word come on purpose?

“Thanks,” I whispered. “I think I’m free later but I’ll have to check.” Check with whom? Right. I sounded like someone trying to sound busy.

I had a sudden flash of Theo making love to Odessa and I felt this wave of jealousy and envy that was so intense I almost made a noise. I felt my chest tighten before a sound escaped my lips. He was not mine. This was madness and a fantasy. An addiction. An addiction that a smart girl would give up. A smart girl would never walk on the other side of that bedroom wall and she’d give up on her new found habit of invading other people’s privacy.

But Theo was hot and I’d dated Henry for a ridiculously long time, and I’d come harder in this fantasy world than I ever had with Henry. Maybe it was time to start doing the opposite of my inner voice. I wasn’t sure that little voice was so smart anyway.

“I’ll hope to see you later then, neighbor,” Theo said, grinning and with that he left my door. I stood there for a moment in my robe wondering how much of what he’d said had been casual conversation. He was on an errand from Odessa after all. His lover had told him to invite the new neighbor. And wasn’t one of the cardinal rules of having a party to invite everyone who lives within earshot of your place? She had to invite me or risk noise complaints. For all she knew I was some nosy parker who’d call the police at a moment’s notice.

No, you’re a nosy girl who eavesdrops on their sex games every night, a little voice inside me whispered. And if you step foot inside their door you’ll give yourself away.

I closed my apartment door and laid down on my futon opening the invitation.

Please join us. Explore. Experiment. Enjoy. The games begin at 9:00 p.m.

9:00 p.m. And what exactly did they mean by games?

I held the thick white card running my fingertips over the slightly raised print. Explore. Experiment. Enjoy. Wasn’t that exactly what I’d been doing from the moment I’d moved into this building?

My phone beeped. Cara following up to see what take-out she should order tonight.

I wrote back.
Feeling sick, going to read a book and go to bed early. Call you tomorrow.

I got out of bed and opened my closet. I needed to find something to wear. I had plans.

What does a girl wear to a party hosted by a couple
that has amazingly hot sex and has promised a night to “explore, experiment, and enjoy?”

I laid out a few different options on my bed. I’d worn a conservative and appropriate little black dress to so many of Henry’s law functions. I’d dress it up or down with rhinestones or sexy stockings but the whole dress screamed I’m appropriate, I’m good. I didn’t want to be good tonight. I wanted to be someone else, someone different. The sad thing was my wardrobe had been built on the principles of classiness. I didn’t want to show up next door looking completely trashy, but I wanted something hot, something that wouldn’t disappear into the walls.

I rejected two other dresses, a capped sleeve red dress that looked matronly, a navy blue strapless because it was navy. I tried on pants and a sequined halter. I had about given up when I remembered a red dress that Cara had bought and given to me because she’d bought the wrong size on sale. It was much too small for her.

Still in the bag in the back of my closet, I was amazed I’d held onto the dress. It was a stretchy satin that was normally about a size too small even for me, but since I’d been on a heartbreak diet, I slipped into the dress noticing the zipper on the side slid up just fine. It had a plunging neckline and a built in bustier that pushed my breasts up creating more cleavage than I thought possible.