Whip's Whisper

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Jennifer's POV

I was almost home when I finally remembered that I was supposed to give him his pay for watching my place. I looked at the envelope sitting in my bag and did a quick reverse. I hadn't meant to fire him but the boy doesn't know where and when to stick his nose. He was snooping around my place and could've found anything.

It was almost 5 when I pulled up behind his car in the driveway. There were no other cars so I guess his parents were around yet. I got the envelope and climbed out of my car looking around the neighborhood. My plans were to give him the envelope and walk out without having anything to say to him.
I looked up at his house as I walked on the stony pathway decorated with flowers. It was an antique house, one different from all the others on the block. I could tell that his mom liked the finer things. Either that or she was spoiled both could be true. The walls felt smooth beneath my fingertips and it just felt... relaxing. When I was finally at the door, I knocked neglecting the presence of the doorbell because... Why the heck not?

  My knocks weren't answered so I instinctively tried the knob. Surprisingly it was unlocked so I pushed the door open and introduced myself to the place. The scent of antique tinted with sweet perfume circled me, almost lifting me off of the ground. The walls were decorated with the family's pictures, mostly of Tristan's fat and awkward childhood. I laughed at a few of them then after a few laughs decided it was time to leave. I placed the check on the table beneath their giant clock and turned to leave when I heard a soft sound.
A moan.

I turned towards the stairs and peeked past the walls to see if anyone was there. No one.

But should I though?
I don't want to be nosy.
What if Im caught?
Maybe I'll just have a look.

   I grabbed the railing and looking behind me, slowly walking up the carpeted stairs. There were four rooms I had to check and as I looked around, I heard the sound again and instantly found where it was coming from. I slowly inched the door that had a sign reading Go suck a cock. Something told me it was Tristan's room.
   My hand grabbed the knob and slowly turned, pushing just a bit so that I could see inside. Gladly the door didn't croak as I did. I peeked through the crack I made and saw something that I was kinda expecting to see but was still surprised to see anyway.
   In the middle of the room was Tristan's bed and on it was Kristen who I wasnt sure was his girlfriend or not and Tristan on top of her. She was lying on her stomach with her butt hoisted in the air before Tristan who, with a lock of her hair in his hand was doing his job. I found myself wanting to watch him instead of actually pulling away.
"Who's my good little slut?" He asked biting his lip. Kristen replied in a faint moan, "Me, I'm your good little slut." It was hot... like watching live porn hot. Tristan bit his lip and tugged harder on her hair, his abs contracting as Kristen tried to get up.
"No", he said and her whole upper body jerked back. She was in a literal U position, eyes barely able to stay open. Sweat trickled down Tristan's forehead and whew! I never saw how much of a man he was until just then.
  I don't know what I did whether I made a sound or opened the door too much, Tristan's eyes fell directly on me by the door and he smiled. I instantly moved out of the way, a hand clamped over my mouth. I turned and quickly but quietly made my way down the stairs and once I was outside, ran to my car. I reversed from the driveway and about 5 miles from his house began to chuckle to myself, biting my fists. There was already a wetness between my legs from watching them between my legs and it was...scary.

  Maybe I won't fire him after all before he goes on telling his friends about what just happened.

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Saturday, I called him using the information that I had access to from the school. "Hey it's me. Come in today", I told him. I puffed my joint as he teased on the other line, "I thought I was fired."
"And I thought the sky was blue. Don't make me change my mind Isaacs" I hung up looking at the blue sky. I barely slept last night because I kept thinking about Tristan. It was strange. I haven't thought about any man for the last I don't know years. My mind wasn't leaving Tristan alone and when he finally arrived, something was sparking in me. My white bustier and light wash denim skirt were the first thing that caught his attention. That and well my unsmiling glossed lips.
"Hello there, how ya doin' ma'am" He said with a smirk. It was cute. I don't do cute.
"There's a hives nest in the shed. Find it, kill it then mow the grass..." He nodded running his fingers through his hair. "... in just your underwear", I continued and his smirk sorta faded. I wanted to laugh but held it. He tried to protest but my back was already turned and I was almost in my house.

I stood on the balcony watching Tristan in just his plaid boxers and sipping homemade pink lemonade. Tristan who had just walked into the shed a minute ago came running out and I began to laugh. He looked up at me and I raised my glass, sipping though my straw. This was classic entertainment.

I left him out there and decided to start lunch. Growing boys gotta eat. I made him some Jambon Beurre, a recipe I learned from Francois a man I knew in my previous life. I returned to watch Tristan peeking just outside my bedroom window. He was mowing the lawn and I suddenly became so aroused. His muscular body was moist with sweat that dripped down to his waist, disappearing at the boxers that slightly opened whenever he moved. His face was sweaty and hair matted to his forehead and it was just-ugh! I pressed my back to the wall and closed my eyes, slowly trailing my fingertips down my bare stomach making myself shudder. I visualized his hands, caressing my thighs and moving up beneath my skirt and getting into my panties. My finger found its way to my clít, slowly rubbing as though it were Tristan's finger. When a sigh escaped my lips, I managed to snap out of my trance and open my eyes. I went down stairs, washed my hands then called Tristan in for lunch.

I sat on the chaise facing him and pretended to look at my manicure. I was actually looking at the bulge that formed in his boxers ever since he sat down. He ate hungrily which was good. "Don't get your perspiration on my chair", I told him as he went to lean back. He looked at me and slowly smirked.
"You were watching me yesterday, yes?" He asked and I felt myself blush. I felt awkward all of a sudden but didn't show it.
"I don't know what you're talking about, I don't even know where you live", I answered confidently. Lying came so easily with someone like me.
" Oh? So how did the envelope get in my house", he asked. I searched for an answer, crossing one of my legs over the other. "I saw your mom and gave it to her plus why all the fucking questions? Are you going to arrest me officer?" I asked losing some of my cool. He laughed shaking his head and raising both of his hands in defense.

"No ma'am plus there's nothing wrong with the fact that you like to watch", he said moving to sit beside me. His body was hot and it was making me hot. Without another word, his lips collided with mines and he slowly started trailing his finger up my thighs. His warm tongue entwined with mines, teeth biting my bottom lip as he got on top of me. I moaned as he ripped my bustier off and began to lick my nipples, getting them harder than they already were.

"Jennifer", his voice snapped me out of my daydream. I looked at him, "Huh?" I sat up and cleared my throat, puzzled by what just happened. Tristan was also puzzled. I got up from my seat, "Clean yourself up, we're going to the store."
I jogged up the stairs and got naked, jumping in my shower. I needed a nice cool shower to clear my mind. I didn't like Tristan in that way nor did I actually want him to touch me, he's just so fricking intrusive. Intruding on my property, my boundaries, my THOUGHTS. I couldn't let him get too close to me. I didn't want to put him in any danger but damnit, the boy was so-he just doesn't want to leave me alone.

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Also kinda short. I don't know, burn me on a stake.