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The Tenant - Chapter 3
🕑 Added 2021-06-19 03:49:16 +0000 UTCChapter 3
“Can I borrow your house key?” asked Jeff when Emiline returned home.
“My house key?” she replied, setting down her bag, her brows furrowing. “Why?”
“I, um, lost mine,” he said sheepishly, unable to meet her eyes.
“I guess so,” Eminline said, drawing out the words to emphasize the odd nature of the request. She reached into her bag to extract a key ring, sliding the house key around it twice before offering it to him.
Jeff accepted it with a resigned sigh, twirling it nervously in his fingers as he announced hesitantly, “I’m going to head out to make a copy.”
Emilline nodded before turning her attention toward the door on the left at the top of the stairwell. Sasha’s door. “So do I finally get to meet our new tenant?”
Jeff gave her a wry smile and shrugged, relaxing a little. Thankful that he didn’t have to deal with Emiline’s reaction to their new houseguest just yet. “Not yet. She went out.”
“Out, already?” asked Emiline, still gazing at the door to the empty room. “Where?”
“A club or something, I think.”
Emiline rolled her eyes. “This girl had better not be any trouble. The last thing we need is some kind of wild child in our house.”
Jeff swallowed hard, his gaze once again averted from hers as he moved swiftly toward the door. “Yeah,” he said dully, already knowing full well that the girl was nothing but trouble.
***
When Jeff returned from the store with a new copy of the house key in his pocket, Emiline had a candlelight dinner waiting for him, complete with poured glasses of wine.
“Wow!” he said in an awestruck voice, gaping at his fiancé with wide eyes. “What’s all this for?”
“For my husband to be,” replied Emiline, a spark of excitement in her eye. She walked slowly up to Jeff, sliding her arms under his, pulling him toward her to give him a long, passionate kiss.
“Mmmmm,” she said, licking her lips as she ended the kiss, leaning back to look up into his eyes. “You taste good. You always taste good.”
“Look who’s talking, Miss Cherry Lip Balm?” Jeff winked flirtatiously.
Emiline laughed, the sound of it causing Jeff’s heat to do a cartwheel. He truly was in love with this girl.
“Jeff…?” she began. From the way she said his name, her voice hanging on each portion of the word, Jeff instantly knew there was a major question or request coming.
“...what do you think of October for a wedding date?” she asked, her eyes searching his for a reaction.
Jeff hesitated, the image of a certain young brunette flickering through his mind for a brief second before he shoved it into a dark corner of his consciousness. The thought of their new tenant successfully dismissed for the moment, he smiled, pulling his finance tighter to him before responding with a chipper: “Sounds perfect.”
Emiline didn’t seem to notice his brief hesitation. Not after hearing the confirmation she’d been seeking for so long. Those words were what she had longed to hear for a long, long time, and nothing was going to get in the way of her celebration right now.
“Yes!!!!” she squealed as she propelled her lower body upward, gripping his hips with her toned legs and showering his face with a barrage of kisses.
“Wow!” Jeff exclaimed, laughing under the onslaught of affection. “If I’d known you’d react like this, I would have agreed to a wedding date a long time ago!”
Emiline paused, giving him a sly look. “You have no idea what the full extent of my reaction is going to be.” She winked playfully, running her knuckle over Jeff’s cheek as she gazed adoringly into his eyes. “I was thinking of you.” She pointed at him. “And me.” She turned her hand to point at herself. “Upstairs.” She pointed toward their room, her voice dropping an octave. “Naked…”
Jeff felt a surge of excitement at her insinuation, knowing how much fun she was when she was in this sort of mood. He smiled before giving her a breathtaking kiss of his own, feelings of intense attraction bubbling from the deepest parts of his core to his lips.
He twirled her around, the clean, cherry scent of her blonde hair adding to the lightness he felt at the moment. As he opened his eyes, continuing to spin her around, the background blurred behind her beautiful, smiling face.
Finally, he came to a stop, staggering a couple of steps to the side as Emiline dismounted him, nearly causing them both to fall. His fiancé thwapped him lightly on the arm. “What was that, silly?!” she demanded, though the playful look in her eyes told him she was only joking.
“I got dizzy!” Jeff protested, rubbing his arm with an exaggerated flinch.
Emiline laughed again, pinching his cheek and using her ‘adorable baby’ voice. “You’re such a cutie!”
The two of them took their seats, enjoyed Emiline’s sumptuous feast, and after finishing the bottle of wine, went up to the bedroom to make love.
***
Jeff awoke with a start, disturbed from his slumber by a thump against their bedroom wall. Groggily, he opened his eyes, turning to look at the time. It was 2:30 AM. As his tired gaze focused on the digital readout, he felt another thump rattle the headboard of their bed.
He looked over to see that Emiline was still sound asleep, just as a third thump hit the wall, this one even more violent than the last two.
He heard a moan, then a male voice. “Oh, God.”
It sounded breathy. Urgent. Desperate.
Something in the man’s tone sent a shiver through Jeff’s body as he lay under the warm covers, his ears perking up as he listened intently for more.
Another thump sounded against the wall.
“Holy fuck, Sasha, you’re completely fucking incredi—” came the hushed voice again, this time tinged with a hint of awe. It was cut off by a deep, throaty moan. From the man. Again.
What was she doing to the poor guy?!
The sounds faded, and Jeff strained to hear what was going on, his heart thudding with voyeuristic excitement as he began to imagine what was going on next door.
There were a series of noisy footfalls, then the springs of a mattress creaking harshly.
“Unnnnnggggghhhh…” the man groaned, sounding like he was feeling all sorts of blissful things.
Had they made it to the bed, then? What had they been doing before? Standing up?
The springs began to squawk with increasing rapidity, a high-pitched sound issuing from the bedroom next door. But even this sound had been made by a man, not a woman.
Good God! What was happening to the guy now?
Jeff’s skin prickled, his senses heightened to supernatural levels as his heart rate continued to ascend. He began to feel his body responding to the sounds next door, his imagination running wild with the thought of a naked Sasha doing unspeakable things to the man she’d brought home.
That mental image led to a cascade of others, all of them involving Sasha in various states of undress. Jeff’s breathing grew faster as he thought of the luscious young stunner in bed. Naked. With that strong, firm, youthful body. Doing things that…
...NO!!!
Jeff turned to look at his sleeping fiancé, her face peaceful in the dim moonlight. He needed to stop thinking about Sasha and think more about Emiline, his lovely, loving bride-to-be. They had just set a date earlier this evening! They had just made love!
She was the one he would marry, not some punk nineteen-year-old that wasn’t even old enough to—
“Uhhhgawd! Fuck!!!!” The man’s strained, guttural voice sounded as if he were in utter agony, shattering Jeff’s thoughts and returning his attention to the proceedings next door.
Jesus! What could a girl that age be doing to a man that would get him that worked up?! He began to imagine sexual acts that he’d never dared try, creative acts that he always…
…NO!!!
Jeff attempted to force his mind to its previous train of thought. It had been something about Emiline. What was it again? But it was no use. Those thoughts had evaporated like a raindrop bursting into steam after landing on something hot and smoldering. Something like Sasha’s…
...Christ!
He halted that thought again. Good Lord! Since when had his thoughts been consumed by such carnal, lascivious filth!
But as the guttural panting and throaty moans of pleasure erupting from the room next door, he could feel himself growing turned on.
“Holy Mother of God!” screamed the man with sudden urgency, his words followed by a long, loud, tortured moan. Several thuds and cracks erupted. It sounded as if objects were falling from the shelves in Sasha’s room!
What. The. Fuck?
Jeff tried to deepen his breathing, but his heart was racing now, his lungs needing air as surely as if he were sprinting. He ran his fingers over his muscular abdomen, feeling the rising hardness of his member as he continued to listen.
“I can’t… I can— Uhfuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!” came a scream from the other room as the squeaks from the bedsprings resumed, faster and louder than ever before.
Next to him, Emiline stirred, but didn’t awaken.
Jeff swallowed, squirming uncomfortably under the covers, a light sheen of sweat covering his brow. The brief moment without supplemental oxygen during his swallow caused his ragged, raspy breaths to become more urgent, turning into pants. His fingertips drew lower on his abdomen, gliding over his erect cock. He began to stroke himself, unable to resist the thoughts of the vixen next door doing impossibly pleasurable things to the man next door.
He wondered what it would be like if she were to do them to…
...NO!!!!
He had to stop this! It was crazy. It wasn’t right. It was—
“Uh… uh… uh… AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!” The man’s voice shook the walls this time, a loud crack punctuating his cry. The sound was quickly followed by a muffled mangled cacophony of squeaks and a few more clunks and clatters onto the hardwood floor.
Jeff was pleasuring himself in earnest now, his hand rising and falling over his quivering length with increasing urgency.
“Ooooooooh GOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDD!!!!” The man sounded as if he were dying, his bellow warbling from wispy hoarseness to throaty vocalization and back again several times as it echoed through the house.
Emiline stirred again, but Jeff couldn’t stop himself now. He was too far gone.
He erupted.
Hot sticky, fluid burst into the sheets as he climaxed with breathtaking intensity.
“Jeff?” his fiancé asked quietly, her voice thick and groggy.
Jeff’s ears were ringing from the fury of his climax, but luckily, he had caught her drowsy query.
“Yes?” he breathed, attempting to calm his thundering heart, hoping that the strain in his voice from his still-pulsing orgasm didn’t alert her to what was happening.
“Did you hear something?” she asked softly, her eyes still closed.
“No,” he whispered curtly. “Nothing.”
“Oh,” she replied. “Okay.” With that, she rolled back over, turning her back to him.
Jeff released a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, relieved that she hadn’t more fully awoken. His lungs were burning, absolutely starving now for air as he had downplayed his urgent need for oxygen so as not to alert his fiancé. He hadn’t wanted to rouse her any more. Not right now. Not while he was… like this.
He panted silently for long seconds before his heart began to calm, his body to relax. Once his breathing had returned to normal, he let out a long, shuddering sigh, his thoughts turning once again to the room next door.
Sasha was an animal in bed! She had to be! With sounds like that? It was ridiculous! The guy had sounded like… like… he wasn’t even sure what to compare it to. He had certainly never done anything like that with Emiline! He had never made sounds anywhere close!
He thought about that for a moment. What would that kind of pleasure feel like? What would it feel like to have that girl’s incredible body writhing over him. To have her…
…fuck. He couldn’t must the energy now for an emphatic rejection of the idea. It was simply too fascinating after what he’d heard. He had climaxed. Just from listening to the girl have sex. With someone else!
Jeff felt his cheeks begin to burn, shame and embarrassment twisting his stomach. He swallowed hard once again, the saliva this time laced with the bitterness of his complete loss of self-control.
She was just a teenage girl, for God’s sake!
Angry with himself for allowing this girl to so dominate his thoughts, Jeff whipped off the covers, and rose from the bed. He pulled off his t-shirt and cleaned up his mess, then strode quietly to the door, opening it carefully so as to not wake his sleeping bride-to-be.
Jeff closed the door behind him, creeping slowly down the hallway toward the bathroom—which was directly across from Sasha’s room.
As he neared her room, he noticed that her door was open!
Unable to resist a look, Jeff crept forward, molding his body to the wall as he neared the portal to the scene of the… whatever. He moved silently forward until his fingers touched the molding around the doorframe. Curling them over the thin wood, he leaned his head to the side, peering into the darkness of the room within.
Inside, he saw numerous objects on the floor. Picture frames. Knick knacks. Papers. Everything from her shelves seemed to have been jarred loose to land on the floor.
His eyes continued to survey the room, moving past the wadded clothes on the floor toward the corner of the room. Toward the bed.
When he saw it, he gasped, flinching as he did it. He jerked back out of view from any of the occupants of the room, desperately hoping that no one was awake to hear. His breath had been quiet but possibly audible. Jeff remained frozen for a long moment, barely breathing as he listened for signs of movement. Eventually, however, hearing no signs of movement, he let his shoulder relax, bending his upper body to peer back into the room. He trained his gaze once more on the bed.
It was broken in half. Right down the center. And atop its mangled remnants lay a limp form, its arms draped over the angled headboard. It’s feet dangling over the side near the foot.
Jeff’s breath caught, though this time, without making a sound. Was the guy... dead?!
At that moment, the black silhouette’s foot twitched, and Jeff quickly darted back behind the wall, his eyes wide in the darkness.
Okay. The man was alive. Thank God! But where was…?
As if in answer to his forming question, he heard a flush of the toilet, the sound causing him to jump in shock. He whirled frantically to see that the door was shut. Heart pounding as adrenaline fizzed into his veins, he quickly shuffled back toward his room. Hearing the sink running, he looked over his shoulder with panicked eyes. He was so close! Just another couple of steps and he’d be safely back in his room!
Just as he neared it, before he could get inside, however, the bathroom door opened.
Jeff cursed his luck silently. The last thing he needed was to run into Sasha like this. Sticky with the aftermath of his orgasm, bare-chested with a soiled t-shirt in his trembling grasp. He turned, slipping into the nearby shadows, hoping desperately that she didn’t see him.
A dark figure walked across the hall, the stream of moonlight from the great room window illuminating her profile in bluish light, making the shape of her body visible for a millisecond as she walked swiftly by. The dim light illuminated her slender body. Her perfectly curved bare breasts, moist with perspiration, crowned by small, firm nipples seemed to guide her long, lithe body. She moved with inhuman grace, every inch of her firm, athletic profile lean, fit, and succulent with youthful appeal.
And then she was gone. Disappeared in the span of a heartbeat. Back into her room.
The sight of the girl’s stunning body had been so brief that he almost wondered if it had actually happened.
But deep down, he knew it had. The sight of that body had been indelibly etched into his memory, seared into his consciousness, never to be forgotten.
As her door closed, Jeff realized that he was shaking. Badly. The wadded t-shirt no longer in his hand but in a pile on the floor. Still in a daze, he willed himself to bend down and pick it up, but his knees didn’t seem to work.
He stood there awkwardly for a long moment before finally managing to bend a single knee. When he did, he almost collapsed, both knees suddenly turning to jelly once they had been released from their locked state.
After a few windmills with his arms, however, to catch his balance, he managed to lower himself, grab the t-shirt, and run furtively into the bathroom to clean up. He dumped the shirt into the hamper, leaning against the wall to steady himself. When he was done cleaning himself up, he washed his hands beforing leaning over the sink. He raked his hair with his hands and looked into the mirror.
He almost didn’t recognize the face that looked back at him. What was this girl doing to him?!
Comments
HikerAngel
I’m so glad. Things are just getting started… ;)
HikerAngel
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Hawk9600
This is great!
