0 comments/ 9497 views/ 2 favorites Tommy Awakens Ch. 01-04 By: HotTommy777 Chapter One -- Priscilla awakens my sex life "Life is sweet," I was thinking to myself as we laid together, Sarah spooning from behind me, her carefully manicured bush rubbing against my right cheek. It would be just a matter of minutes before our love making moved from hugs and caresses to blissful, awesome sex. Once again I began to think of how I got to this place, where sex was so powerful and engaging. Sex was always important to me, even before I knew what it was. But it wasn't very rewarding beyond the three children my ex-wife bore for us. I was drawn to sex so strongly, but somehow unfulfilled. Part of it was my ex-wife -- when she gave up drinking nearly 15 years ago, which she had to do to survive, she gave up sex. "I only enjoyed it when I was drunk," she told me on numerous occasions. My sex life had been relegated to my left hand and my imagination; it was gone from my marriage. But somehow, God, I believe, intervened. I developed a prostate condition which required consultation with a urologist. We met four times a year, and he began to sense something was wrong beyond the obvious medical condition. He scheduled a battery of blood tests without explaining why. "Just as I thought," he said a week later. "Your testosterone level is half the minimum of the normal range." He began a long term treatment program to increase my testosterone level to high normal. My weight began to drop; I just didn't eat as much junk food. I began to notice women all around me. My interest in sex provided by my left hand was more intense and less frequent. I wanted sex with a woman. It was like being a kid again. But my psyche was still damaged. Fear still rampaged in my mind. During my next appointment with the doctor, he gave me samples of Viagra and Cialis. "Why? I'm not having sex with anyone right now?" He suggested I try it on my own once to see what happened and encouraged me to approach my wife again. I understand now that he was trying to remove my fear of sexual performance. Finally, as I was leaving the examining room, he handed me a sample bottle of a sexual lubricant. "Men being treated like you are often need to lubricate -- to keep from hurting their partners," he said as he walked out the door of the examining room. My wife agreed to try sex again, but it was a huge failure. She pushed me off after a few minutes and called me a pervert. I knew she was wrong, but couldn't fully dismiss her claims. A very intelligent person, she was usually right on. But God intervened three more times. The very next day, I arrived at work to learn that the company had been sold to an outfit out east and that our department would not be required after the end of the year. When I got back to my office, there was a phone message from an old friend in Florida about an exciting job there. He could not have known what was going on. My wife and I owned a Florida vacation townhouse just a few miles from this job. It was more money, better benefits and they offered to pay my travel back to Chicago for a year. The kids were all grown now, I just couldn't say no. Finally, God introduced me to Priscilla. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever met, and here she was pushing her thigh into me while we were sitting on a bench at a company family picnic. I'm still not sure why she chose to sit on the few inches of the bench next to me, but I'll always be grateful. She was 5' 5", a hundred and ten pounds, long blond hair up in a pig tail and lips like Angelina Jolie. Priscilla smiled, flirted and answered every question that I asked. Over twenty five years younger than me, she had completed five years in the army and had just received her discharge. She was living with family friends who worked at the company. Priscilla shared some great stories about her time in the military. "I was asked by my sergeant if he could arrange for me to room with someone who would it be? I thought about it, and said, 'I'll room with any one except Janice;' a really fat woman who had a serious body odor problem. Of course, she immediately became my bunkmate." I laughed and thought that she seemed to have taken that well. "Let's see, when I was in the service, cell phones didn't exist. How about cell phones?" "Toward the end of basic training, I was selected as the outstanding member of my unit. One of the privileges I would get would be the right to have a cell phone -- before anyone else. As I was called up; my cell phone I had purchased that weekend rang in front of the whole company!!" We both laughed. "What happened?" "They kept the award and cancelled all my leaves for a month," she said laughing.. After several hours and a couple of beers, she asked me about my townhouse, how far, did I live alone, that kind of stuff. "Do you have any beer there?" "Of course, and everything needed to make margaritas too." "Let's go NOW," Priscilla said, placing her hand on my thigh as she rose from the bench. She said her good bye's and climbed into my car for the short drive to the townhouse. She turned on her favorite hip hop music and placed her hand again on my thigh. I tried to place my hand on her bare thigh, but she just giggled and said, "Not while you are driving." We dashed into townhouse, holding hands and giggling. We never made it to the refrigerator for those beers. Her hands were on my face, pulling it down to hers, our lips met, our tongues intertwined. My hands went to her firm breasts through her tee shirt and I played gently with her nipples. She pushed me away, pulled off her tee shirt and began to pull off my clothes. Her breasts were small but firm, her nipples stood out saying "Suck me". Looking backward, it was a matter of seconds between when we opened the door and I first saw her fully shaved pussy with a patch of blond hair just above it. She was the aggressor; I just followed her marvelous lead. Once I was naked, with my dick out harder than ever in my life, Priscilla maneuvered me to my king size bed and pushed me down on my back. "Scoot up, put your head on a pillow," she said. She licked her right hand a few times, rubbed her pussy for a second, then climbed up on the bed, threw her leg over me and impaled herself on my dick with a yelp. Instantly I could feel her clit on the skin above my pubic bone. It was swollen and out. Her hands were on my chest and her face just a few inches above me. If I'd leaned forward I could have kissed her forehead. Then she began to fuck. I mean fuck with all the strength of someone who was 25 and worked out every day. She would rise up and slam down again and again. I heard strange noises and realized that the bed was really moving on the ceramic tile floor. I began to raise my hips to meet her thrusts, her groaning was rising. Her pussy was so tight, I could feel it stretching the head of my penis and pulling the skin up and down with her amazing strokes. She began to call my name, "Tommy, Tommy, fuck me HARD." I never wanted this to end. But my testicles were collecting upward, I could feel the spasms beginning and suddenly I was shooting the largest load of my life into Priscilla's tight pussy. Before the spasms ended I was worried because she hadn't come yet. My penis was feeling that sensitivity you get after a great orgasm -- but I wasn't shrinking! The sensitivity was ADDING to my pleasure. It was a new phenomenon for me. I was groaning loudly and I could feel and hear my come squishing in Priscilla's wonderful pussy. She slid down about an inch so that my cock was rubbing on her clit as she continued to bang away, not letting up a bit. By now the room seemed askew and I realized my king size bed had moved half way across the room! Suddenly she was biting her lower lip and pushing down harder, maybe a bit slower as her orgasm overtook both of us. I made a final upward push and came for the second time -- a first for me. Priscilla lay on top of me as my penis finally began to soften. We were both covered in sweat. I never wanted this to end, but I just had to go to the bathroom -- the beer you know. Now that I really understand great sex, it seems obvious that sex improves with a bit of a need to go, but not back then. Finally, I gently rolled Priscilla off me. She pulled my head down to her right breast. "Suck it for me gently," she purred. How could I say no? A minute later she pulled my left arm down to her pussy. "Put a finger in, Tommy, please!" Moments later as my finger moved around her pussy, my thumb found her clit and gently rolled it upward. "Uggghhh," came from Priscilla as she pushed her pelvis into the air, easily six inches off the bed. "Lick my pussy," came softly from her lips. I moved down the bed, put my arms under her legs and drew her pussy to my mouth. It smelled so wonderful. I knew it would taste great too. As I moved my tongue up and down her slit, into that fabulous hole, I suddenly realized I was tasting my own cum for the first time. The realization just energized me more. I found her clit in its sheath and started licking in earnest. She was pulling my head to her pussy with both hands. What was this? I was already getting hard again. How could that be? What a miracle for me. Her hips began to move up and she rubbed her clit on my tongue, I just kept it still. I felt her body begin to shake, her voice was quivering and suddenly there was her fluid all over my face. I kept my tongue quietly in her cunt as her spasms quieted. Not one to lose control of any situation, Priscilla showed surprise when I pulled up on top of her and began to enter that tight space again. "Oh my God, put some saliva on it, Tommy!" I licked my fingers, just like she had done earlier, rubbed it on the head of my cock and slowly pushed into her, with her legs pulled up, her knees not that far from her shoulders. "Put it in ME!" No matter how hard I slammed into her, she slammed back harder. The bed didn't move for me like it had for her! Which was going to happen first? Her orgasm, mine or would my 55 year old body just physically wear out? I began to experiment with my dick and my body, trying to grind her clit, feeling the lips of her pussy, first one side, then the other, as I pulled out and carefully but firmly slammed back. It seemed like I was going to wear out first. Then Priscilla let out a yelp as her body shook yet again. Probably sensing my fatigue, she pushed me off to her side, got on her knees and swallowed my 7 inches, right down to my body. Her tongue was licking my slit, her Angelina Jolie lips were tight and rubbing in all the right places, but even after several minutes, I hadn't come again. My need to pee was creeping back into my mind when Priscilla stopped sucking me for just a second. She licked her middle finger, slobbered over it really, and dove her face back on my dick. Suddenly I felt that finger probing my ass; then sliding in, then up right below my prostate. Priscilla was rubbing my prostate! I felt my testicles swelling again; she pulled her finger out as I exploded my third load into that marvelous mouth. This time my penis really did shrink and I kissed her on the cheek. "Oh God, thank you Priscilla," I said. "I've gotta go pee." As I quickly moved to the bathroom, I noticed the Viagra bottle on the bathroom counter ... and I hadn't used any in a week! When we both settled back down on the bed we sat up and talked a bit. "I've got to leave in a few minutes," Priscilla said. "Why?" It had a double meaning, I was wondering if she had enjoyed the past hour any where like I had. Priscilla hemmed and hawed for a few seconds and then quietly said, "I have a date with my boyfriend... I've never done anything like this before." "Are you sorry you did it?" I asked quietly. "Oh, no, this was the best sex I have ever had. You are much better than my boyfriend," exclaimed Priscilla. I became silent. As we both began to dress, I finally asked, "Will I ever see you again?" "How about tomorrow night? I can come and stay all night." Now I knew that Viagra would finally fit in beyond improving my confidence. "But your boyfriend?" "I love him, but I need to fuck you. Can you handle that?" I decided within 1 second that I would handle it, even though it would probably mean the end of my 25 year marriage. I got to know Priscilla's boyfriend John, pretty well. She introduced me as her "Uncle Tommy" and he seemed to buy the story. We went fishing and drinking together many times and had plenty of laughs. He had more sex with Priscilla than me, but she always said, as she was putting on her clothes, "I wish you could teach John how to fuck. I have the best orgasms with you." No one had ever said anything like that to me, and here I was hearing it week after week. Priscilla eventually broke up with John and her next boyfriend was basically evil. But Priscilla was helplessly in love. When she felt that her new beau, Hillbilly, might somehow hurt me, she broke off with me -- with many tears and a goodbye blow job in my car. Chapter Two -- An Afternoon with Sarah Where was I? Oh, yes, I've got Sarah spooning up to me as we lay in our bed. It's just a few minutes before we get it on again. Her legs map right up to mine. Our feet are gently playing with each other. It is so sensual. Not better than sex, but relaxing, loving and endearing. How had we met? A few months after losing Priscilla, I opted to join Adult Friend Finder.com and Match.com. Adult Friend Finders resulted in dating two hookers and an interior decorator, who liked to think she was into sex, but was really into herself. My fantastic sex life with Priscilla was not a daily kind of thing. We always found a few hours once or twice a week. That was "normal" to me. I met two great women through Match.com; both ladies were clearly interested in sex. I still looked and acted much like I had for all those sexless years -- just thinner and a bit more buff. On the second date, both ladies questioned me about my views toward sex. I answered, "a few times a week," thinking suggesting more was too forward. Looking back, I should have realized that was not the answer they wanted to hear. "At least once a day," is more likely what they hoped for. Neither ever returned a phone call after the second date. Then I met Sarah, tall, thin, blondish redhead, beautiful, a former model who was now a high school teacher and about 8 years younger than me. She had been divorced for about ten years and I, by this point, had been divorced for a nearly a year. On our first date we had a wonderful dinner together. She was better looking than her picture. We laughed at the same jokes, enjoyed talking politics, religion, movies, history -- everything except sports. It was a fun time. She moved her chair next to mine. When we started to leave, I could see her beautiful, long thin legs and got a hard on. This was new to me. Usually I need to believe sex is eminent before I get hard. We made a date for the following night before leaving the restaurant. The next evening I took a Viagra before heading out. I normally didn't expect anything on a second date, but she had come on to me just a bit the night before. I arrived at her home fully expecting to take her out to dinner. She had a smile and a very strong "kiss me" look on her face. She was dressed provocatively showing her legs to their full advantage -- they were prettier than Priscilla's. I know we kissed a bit and then Sarah took the lead suggesting we just get to it. It's a blur to me now, I know we undressed ourselves and without foreplay she laid on the bed on her side, looked over her shoulder inviting me with her eyes to spoon up to her. As soon as I was next to her, she pulled my hard dick up to her entrance. Instantly I was moving in and out of her warm, tight pussy. This was the first time I had ever had sex without any foreplay. Her pussy was not only tight but she knew just how to squeeze it around my dick. We spent the night together. Within a week, I was living with Sarah. We were fucking every day -- sharing our favorite movies every evening. Sarah loves comedy movies, even has some memorized: "Cone Heads", "Soap Dish", "Bank Dick". I love romantic comedies: all versions of "Pride and Prejudice", "Love Actually", "Four Weddings and a Funeral". It just got better and better. We went on a week long cruise where we had hot, noisy sex many times everyday and watched "Walk the Line" half a dozen times. We danced every night of the cruise. Whenever she dances, Sarah's smile becomes enticing. We always get encouraging; positive comments when we dance, I think it isn't so much our skill as Sarah's beautiful smile, dazzling legs and her doting on me. There were plenty of coy remarks from the crew. One day, returning from the beach at Costa Maya, we found towel art on the bed, clearly a big dick with balls and a pussy! One crew member came on to Sarah, but she declined his advances. Priscilla brought me raw, fun, unfettered sex. I thought I loved her, but was wrong. Sarah brought me love, fun, companionship, sensuality and great sex. Back to today. Sarah rolled over on her back. It was our signal that she wanted attention. Foreplay had become an important part of our love making. I moved slightly and leaned over to begin kissing and sucking on that astonishing left nipple of hers. Sarah's boobies were just the right size for my hand, enough to grab with a bit of spill over. She loves having me suck on one nipple and pinch the other lightly. She began to moan softly and pushed my hand down from her right nipple to her neatly clipped pussy. My middle finger slipped right in, like it was home. Sarah's body began to clutch quickly; I had never known a woman who could orgasm within about a minute of careful attention to that soft lump in her cunt, her G spot. "Now, Tommy, now," she whispered into my ear as I continued to gently suck on her nipples, erect and hardening. I grabbed the long lasting German lubricant from the night stand [thanks again Dr. D.]. Even though Sarah's pussy was wet, she preferred the lubricant. So did I. When you fuck non stop for half an hour, nature's lubricants just aren't always enough. I poured an ample amount on my dick. Reaching under her legs at her knees; I pulled her legs up in the air. With her pelvis a few inches off the bed, I placed the head of my dick at the entrance to her incredible pussy. Sarah placed her hands on my cheeks and pulled me in firmly. And so began another round of superb sex. For a minute or two, I just slammed straight in with Sarah pushing upward to meet each stroke. I slowed down and pushed from the left, feeling her pussy lips, then the right, then from the top to feel her clit and resumed a more urgent pounding straight in. My skill had advanced enough for me to pull all the way out and push back in gently, feeling the opening of her pussy pull back the skin all around the head of my pulsating dick. The open slit of my dick pulled along the side of her cunt giving me such great pleasure; like pushing her into my dick. Grinding my pelvis on her clit brought groans. I wanted to cum the first time quickly; that just increased my pleasure as my extremely sensitized dick slid in and out as she noisily worked to her first orgasm. By this time the base beats from the hip hop music from the adjacent bedroom had become louder as Stephanie tried to cover up the sex noise her mother and I were making. Once I was certain we had both cum, I pulled up from her body and began to kiss my way from her mouth to her neck, on to her nipples, boobies, stomach. Spreading her legs, I kissed her thighs and then her pussy. My tongue began at the bottom, opening those soft lips and slipped into her hole; then sliding up and down, on the left side, then the right, finally up the center. Her clit was still engorged, surrounded by its protective hood. My tongue worked the hood open and began to lick her clit. Tommy Awakens Ch. 01-04 Now Sarah was really making noise. Her hands grabbed my head and pulled it more tightly to her pelvis. She ground her clit, up and down, upon my tongue and began to cum with such sounds as "Oh my God." As her body tensed and shook with her next orgasm, I stopped stroking, just leaving my tongue resting on her clit. "Enough" was the next sound from Sarah, but I felt she wanted more. I just waited a few seconds for her body to collect itself from its pleasure and went on; bringing her to orgasm after orgasm, with screams that you would think would wake the dead. The music got louder, had the door to Stephanie's room been opened? Sarah firmly pushed me away and pulled my shoulders toward the headboard and firmly rolled me over onto my back. She grabbed the lubricant, put a few drops on the head of my dick, climbed over me and pushed down on my dick. Not the forceful fuck like Priscilla, but her own powerful, sensual love making. Sarah lay down on my body, her boobies pushing gently into my chest; her legs across my thighs and her feet pushing on my feet. She was using my dick like it was part of both of us, moving upward, downward, grinding side to side. My hands roamed all over her back and down to her firm butt cheeks. I pulled them gently apart and ran my finger down her crack. "Are you ready for another dick?" I asked. "Oh yes, give me a dick in my ass," yelled Sarah. I slipped my finger in up to the second joint and could feel my dick across the thin membrane. Sarah and I move together until we both were fully sated. This fuck had been sensual and daring. It engaged my fantasies. "Get me some water, lover," Sarah whispered in my ear. I threw on my shorts and opened the door to dash to the refrigerator. Stephanie was just a few feet away, moving toward her bedroom. Had she been listening? Some of my friends are great sportsmen. Golf, tennis, racket ball, skiing and deer hunting. They compete and win regularly, swoop down the diamond slopes and bring home the venison. My body is just made for one thing, fucking. I know it, so do Priscilla and Sarah. Sometimes I wish sex could be made into a sport! It just isn't my style to brag to my friends about sex. Maybe that's why I'm writing this story. Chapter Three -- Understanding Stephanie The hip hop beat from Stephanie's room was very loud and irritating. Her rebellion was way beyond what you would expect from a typical 18 year old kid. Her defiance was complete; her separation from her mother was total. Steph refused to attend school. I would drop her off and she would just walk through the building and out the door on the other side. Steph would throw fits, breaking doors, pictures, anything that would move to get her way. Sarah, her mother, was frightened, angered and completely out of patience. Steph was heavier and stronger than her mother. Physical force was not a choice for Sarah. Steph would call the police whenever she felt physically threatened and Sarah had been warned more than once. Steph seemed to be missing the guilt gene. Not once had she shown remorse for any of her actions. Damaging pictures and anything she could easily throw; forging her mother's checks; stealing money, jewelry; taking her grandmother's car for a joy ride; shoplifting wine from the Winn-Dixie. All of it was petty. It wasn't enough money to purchase serious drugs. But that is where it seemed to be leading. The first gift I bought Sarah was a 100 pound safe. Keeping doors locked was religious. I always had to know where my wallet was. Those people who feel it is the parents' fault for the sins of their children have not met a kid like Stephanie. It was impossible to talk with Stephanie about anything. She would just storm out the front door. She had removed the security device from her window just enough that she could sneak out at night and sneak in friends. Her room was like a popular bar on Sunday morning, with empties all over the place but mainly under her bed. But, I began to think Stephanie was trying to observe our love making -- I wondered if she had gone beyond listening at the door? Sarah was worried that Stephanie would scare me away. To me she was just another screwed up kid. Given that she didn't have the shame gene, how about the pain gene? I had warned her that I was good friends with the police and had no problem calling them. "I never hit my kids and I'm not starting with you," I said. We had a truce between us. Sarah was worth the pain-in-the-ass kid. Chapter Four -- Sarah's Ass As my journey continues, it's not about a 55 year old man coming of age any more; but me, Tommy, more self confident everyday, engaging life in ways I never imagined, now sharing my life with Sarah. "Tommy, you're the best lover I have ever had; the love of my life," Sarah said as we sat on the patio sipping beer. Sarah had been divorced much longer than me and being the sexy beauty she is; had a series of lovers over those years. "Your dick is the perfect size for me. It reaches all the way in but isn't too big." "Oh, so you have had lovers with bigger dicks?" "Yes, Frankie, in particular had a huge dick, bigger than my dildo. If he slammed in too hard, it could actually hurt." "I could get something to make my dick bigger for you from the friendly sex appliance store. Come on, don't you want my dick to be wider if not longer?" "No, yours is the perfect size! It's more than just dick size. You last longer than Frankie ever could. I love the way you pay attention to me, making sure I really enjoy sex. We have more, better orgasms together than I ever thought possible." "I love to lick your pussy; to smell your sex; to have your juices on my face. It always makes me hard." Sarah swung her leg over and put her foot on my swelling dick. "Why haven't you fucked my ass? I keep offering it." "I'm afraid of hurting you. I can't stand the thought of ever causing physical pain to anyone, especially you. I'm nearly an anal virgin." "If your dick is lubed up properly; if you give my ass a chance to accept it; ass fucking won't hurt. I've had bigger dicks than yours. Sometimes I get a special orgasm." I leaned over grabbed her left booby and we kissed, first gently and then she opened her mouth and our tongues began to play. We stood up and I began to rub her mound and she grabbed and pulled my dick through my pants. Sarah pulled away, grabbed my hand and led me into the bedroom. As soon as the door was closed, she was pulling off her clothes; unbuckling my belt; urging me to get naked quickly. While we both knew that we would be ass fucking soon, that's not how I wanted to start. My goal was to excite Sarah close to orgasm again and again. For few minutes we just snuggled on the bed, taking in each others odor, touching each other with our hands, our legs and our feet. This always released my built up tension and soon I let out a huge sigh. We kissed like kids who had just learned to taste each other's tongue. I began to seriously play with Sarah's boobies. Each one just spilled out of my hand, it was fairly easy to catch the nipples between my fingers as I gently squeezed almost all of both of them. Then I replaced one hand with my mouth, sucking on her right nipple as I lay at her side stretching our legs together. My free hand began to roam her body gently, from her mound to her forehead -- just about everywhere. My touch was soft without quite being tantric. "Play with my pussy Tommy. Put a finger inside me." Anxious to oblige, but not to bring her off too soon, I began to gently play with her pussy, put my finger in, but made sure I just glanced on her clit. My mouth and tongue continued to play with her boob. Soon Sarah was pushing up off the bed, trying to force my hand on her clit. Her left hand moved along my arm, landed on my hand and she tried to push it down gently. I held back, still just keeping her from reaching ecstasy. "Fuck me Tommy, make me cum." I lubed up quickly got on top and she drew my dick to her heavenly pussy. It entered like it was home. But my plan to tease continued. My fucking was more gentle than usual and I avoided grinding and rubbing on her clit -- for the most part. Sarah was pushing up to me harder than she ever had before. Looking back, it reminded me a bit of Priscilla's forceful fucking. Sarah's breathing was labored. I'd teased enough. "Sarah, on your knees please baby? Let me fuck you from behind." She sank back down on the bed without saying anything, my sign it was ok. I rose up and gently helped her turn over. I pulled her butt in the air as she spread her legs and put her head on a pillow. A bit more lube and my dick was back at the entrance to her pussy. My motions were quicker and deeper, and I moved my hand to play with her pussy. "Are you ready to fuck my ass?" For the first time in my life, I was ready, willing, excited and wanted it. "Yes baby, let me try." I kept my hand on her pussy, now moving it to her clit and gently rubbing. My well lubed dick found its way to her ass and positioned itself there. "Push gently until just the head pops in. Oh, God that feels so good." I didn't know if she was talking about my dick now in her ass or my forefinger and thumb that were gently squeezing her clit. Her ass ring gave me a great sensation, but nothing that seemed better than her pussy. "Wait a few seconds honey, and then you can fuck me hard. Oh, my clit is on fire!" A few seconds later I began to stroke my dick in and out of her ass, pulling almost all the way out. The sensation on the head of my dick as it popped in again and again was incredible. This is why men love ass fucking, I thought to myself. Sarah began to move around, screaming "Fuck" at the top of her lungs. I continued my ministrations on her pussy and gently, firmly, fully fucking her ass. Between her screams I thought I heard something, looked up and noticed the door was open a crack and spotted Stephanie out the corner of my eye. What a turn-on to have an audience! My hands pulled Sarah's firm butt up tight; my testicles slamming her pussy. My cum exploded from my dick as Sarah began a different kind of orgasm, her ass raising up and pulling me out; falling forward; pounding on the pillow with her hands, her juices flowing from her pussy -- much more than ever before; covering my hand as I slowed my stroking of her clit. We lay together for a few minutes; just listening to each other's breathing. What an experience. I'd become an ass fuck lover. Sarah was sated, eye's closed. Her only reaction was to squeeze my hand back when squeezed. I quietly got up and noticed the door was nearly closed. It was time to take a shower. As the water sprayed on me, thoughts of my new experiences wandered my mind. I've been a voyeur all my life, but this was the first time I had ever noticed anyone watching. And it had to be Steph; probably the last person I wanted to share this with. If I told Sarah, it would just lead to another huge screaming match likely followed by a fit of slamming doors and throwing things. I decided just to make sure the door was locked from now on.