Celeste
Two days.
That’s how long it took for Jason and Kourtney to have sex since I started staying here.
Two days, and he was at an away game for one of them.
I can’t fault them though. They did go outside on their balcony to do it…but I sleep with the sliding glass door cracked open.
Kourtney’s moans float through the door, and I smile. She might be my shy little mouse, but she becomes a different person during sex. It’s like she opens up and transforms into who she really is—a sexy goddess who’s carefree and unashamed of taking what she wants.
Is she the same during sex with Jason?
With the noises coming through my window right now, it sounds like she is.
“Good for you, Kourt.” I roll over and pull the covers up around my chin, letting my eyes close.
But my body reacts to what’s going on outside.
I’ve hit a dry spell since I moved back to Jersey. I haven’t had much time to date, and it feels like all my free time is spent hanging out with friends who are all married.
I reach for my phone and scroll through the porn I have bookmarked, but nothing piques my interest. I’ve seen it all already, and I’m bored of it.
Or maybe I’m just more interested in watching it live.
I fling off my covers and tiptoe toward the sliding glass door, holding my breath while I push it open. It squeaks against the track, and I freeze, waiting to see if anyone heard it.
But Kourtney’s moans get louder.
I creep outside, crouching down until I get to the concrete half-wall that separates our balconies. I lift my head slowly, praying that they don’t spot me.
Jason sits in a chair facing me, while Kourtney sits straddling him, both of them completely naked—perks of living at the top of the highest building in the area.
With both of his hands gripping her plump ass, she bounces up and down on his lap, head thrown back and long hair cascading down in a dark river.
I already know what it’s like to have sex with Kourtney. The sounds she made when my tongue was on her pussy. The way her fingers felt inside me. The sight of her ass bouncing above me while she rode my face. Watching her fuck her husband brings all the memories flooding back.
While Kourtney is petite, everything about Jason is big.
He’s well over six feet tall with bear paws for hands.
His feet are huge too—yes, I’ve looked like any best friend would to make sure that Kourtney was being well-taken care of.
Nobody wants their bestie to be stuck with a microdick for the rest of her life.
And from the way he’s dragging Kourtney’s body up and down his length right now, I can tell he’s long.
One of his hands leaves her ass and slides up her spine, threading his fingers through her hair and gripping a fistful of it. He’s whispering something in her ear, and she lets out several breathy yesses in response.
My thighs clench together, wondering what he said to her. Kourtney has mentioned in the past that they like to role play. He orders her around, and she submits.
I slip my hand into the waistband of my sleep shorts, needing to relieve this ache. If I’m quiet, they’ll never know I’m here watching. And they plan on having sex on the internet, so they wouldn’t mind it if they had an audience anyway.
Even if it’s their best friend.
With my eyes on them, I don’t notice anything around me—until a spider makes its way onto my foot.
I gasp as I jump up and flick the spider off me.
“Ew, gross,” I whisper, rubbing my foot against my other leg.
Then I realize I’m standing straight up in plain sight, and my head whips around to Kourtney and Jason. Luckily, her back is still to me.
But Jason’s eyes are locked on mine.
Shit, shit, shit.
I duck down behind the wall again and pretend like my best friend’s husband didn’t just catch me watching him fuck her. I squeeze my eyes shut and count the seconds, waiting for him to call me out.
But Kourtney’s moans don’t let up, and Jason doesn’t say a word.
There’s no way he’s going to let me get away with this.
I peer back over the wall to see what’s happening.
With one hand in Kourtney’s hair and the other gripping onto her ass, Jason keeps his gaze tangled with mine while she rides him.
Seconds later, she comes, screaming his name over and over again.
Jason comes right after her, letting out a primal groan as he holds me captive with his intense gaze.
I feel each of his last thrusts inside of Kourtney as if he’s thrusting inside of me. Then he devours her with a kiss.
I make a run for the door, sure to close and lock it behind me. I dive under my comforter, pulling the sheets over my head, waiting for the both of them to burst into my room and ask what the hell I was doing spying on them like that.
I wait and wait, my heart pounding in the silence while I figure out what I’m going to say.
Why was I watching them?
They’re my friends. That’s weird, right?
Of course, that’s weird. What the hell was I thinking?
My ears strain to listen, waiting to hear talking or footsteps or the crack of my door opening.
But nothing comes.
Neither does sleep.
I contemplate scaling down the building to escape the next morning.
It’d be less scary than facing Jason and Kourtney.
But I’m a pro at faking confidence and a who-gives-a-shit attitude, so I hold my head up high and strut out of my bedroom for breakfast. All the while, my stomach twists in knots.
Kourtney turns to me and flashes me a bright smile. “Morning. How’d you sleep?”
My eyes flick to Jason, who tilts his head, no doubt waiting for my response. The smug smirk he’s wearing prompts my snarky response.
“I slept great, once you two were done fucking like rabbits on the balcony.” I reach up into the cabinet and pull down a mug. “Sounded like you had a fantastic night.”
Kourtney laughs, and her cheeks tinge pink. “You heard us?”
“I think all of Jersey City heard you, babe.”
Jason says nothing.
Maybe he’s the one who should feel weird. He kept going and watched me while I was watching them. He watched me while he was fucking his wife.
I pour coffee into my mug and bring it to the table, sitting beside Kourtney. “You don’t have to fuck outside for the next three weeks while I’m here, you know. Temperatures are dropping. We don’t want boss man here to freeze his balls off.” I shoot him a wink. “The cold causes shrinkage.”
His green eyes sparkle with amusement. “I’m not worried about shrinkage.”
No, I suppose he wouldn’t be with a dick that size.
I shake my head and force the thought of my best friend’s husband’s dick out of my mind.
Luckily, Kourtney changes the subject. “I think we should write up a plan for the website today. I was thinking about creating a menu with preferences: straight and gay; trans options; as well as options to watch masturbation, couples, or multiple partners.”
“Yes, and we also need options for scenarios. Doms and subs, things like that.”
“It’s overwhelming.” Kourtney rubs her temples. “I don’t want to leave anything out and exclude anyone.”
“Maybe you can set up a quiz and have an option for people to write in what they’d like to see on the site.” I hike a shoulder. “A space for comments and feedback.”
“I’m so glad you’re here to help me with all this.”
“You’re never alone, boo. You’ve got me.” I gesture to the man sipping coffee across the table from us. “And you’ve got this big guy too.”
She glances at Jason before turning to face me. “I have another idea I’d like to run by you.”
I scoop a pile of scrambled eggs onto my plate. “Shoot.”
“Would you want to be on the website?”
I scrunch my nose. “Nah.”
“Why not?”
“I’m not into solo work.”
“What if you didn’t have to be on camera alone?”
I roll my eyes. “I would rather die than be set up with someone—especially someone to make porn with.”
“But what if—”
“No.”
“Just listen—”
“Nope.”
The words erupt out of her before I can cut her off again. “What if the three of us did it together?”
“The three of who?”
“Me, you, and Jason.”
I blink.
She blinks.
Kourtney, Jason, and me…having sex…on camera…?
I burst out laughing. “Oh my god. You really sold that. You looked so serious, I almost believed you for a second.”
Kourtney folds her arms over her chest and leans back against her chair.
My shoulders shake as I laugh. “Me having sex with you and your husband. Could you imagine?”
She shrugs. “I could imagine, actually.”
Wait a minute…
My eyes bounce between the two of them. “Why aren’t you laughing?”
Jason laces his fingers with Kourtney’s. “Because we’re being serious.”
The laughter dies on my tongue, and I clear my throat. “Guys, stop fucking with me.”
“We’re not fucking with you, Celeste.” Kourtney tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “Jason and I want to have sex with you on our website.”
This is a joke. It has to be.
“Is this because I saw you two having sex last night?” I set down my mug harder than I mean to, coffee sloshing out of the top. “I didn’t mean to intrude. I just wanted to…well, I don’t know what I wanted. But that doesn’t mean I want to join in.”
“I think you know what you wanted.” Jason shoots me a dubious look. “I think you liked what you saw, and you were turned on by it.”
My heart races, panic setting in. “It was two people having sex. Of course I was turned on by it. But it didn’t mean anything.”
“It wasn’t just two people.” Kourtney reaches out and covers my hand with hers. “It’s us, Celeste. You can be honest.”
This is crazy.
I yank back my hand and push out of my chair. “I have to go.”
Kourtney jumps up and follows me to the front door. “Celeste, wait.”
I snatch my purse off the entryway table and sling it over my shoulder. “Look, I don’t know what kind of twisted shit you and your husband get up to, but this is not something I want to be a part of.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re married for Christ’s sake. You can’t just add another person to join like it’s a ride share.”
“Again, I ask: Why not?”
I search her eyes for the truth, for some hint that she’s not serious about what she’s asking me to do. “Have you lost your mind?”
Kourtney plants her hands on her hips. “I’m being serious. Can we please have a normal conversation about this?”
“A normal conversation…about me having sex with you and your husband. Sure, that’s totally normal.”
She jabs her index finger in the air. “You were the one who told me there’s no such thing as normal, remember? You told me I was being judgmental, but now look who’s being all Judgy Judgerton.”
“We were eighteen, Kourtney. We were in college. Those were the years for being wild and spontaneous.”
“Who says that has to end just because I’m married?”
I jab my finger toward Jason, who’s walking toward us. “That man loves you to death. You think he wants to share you?”
He crosses his arms over his chest. “We already discussed it.”
“The two of you discussed this?” My mouth flaps open while my mind races. “And how did that conversation go? Honey, I think I’d like to fuck Celeste. Oh, I was thinking the same thing, sweetheart. Can you please pass the green beans?”
Kourtney purses her lips. “Not exactly like that, no.”
“Then tell me.” I plant my hands on my hips. “Tell me how you and your husband discussed fucking me, like I’m some rag doll you can pass around and use to get traffic on your website.”
“It’s not like that at all.” Kourtney reaches out and grips both of my hands.
“I know you felt something between us when we danced together at Trenton’s wedding last weekend.
The three of us have a connection. I know the two of you care about each other, and we’re all attracted to each other.
Why not act on it and enjoy ourselves while we make money? ”
“The connection is called friendship, Kourt. I know I said your husband is hot, but that didn’t mean I wanted to fuck him.”
“But what if you could? What happened to the old Celeste who was down for anything?”
I grit my teeth. “She’s still in that one-bedroom apartment off campus where I left her.”
Kourtney’s hands fall to her sides. “Celeste…”
Fuck this. She has the nerve asking me to do this.
“You broke my heart and told me you didn’t want this. You built a new life and married someone else. Now you want to have some fun and invite me into your marriage like it’s no big deal? You can’t have it both ways, Kourt.”
“Who says we can’t have it both ways?” Her eyes water while her bottom lip trembles. “You once told me that we could have whatever we want in life. We just have to be brave enough to go for it.”
“Brave? You want to talk about being brave?” I huff out a laugh. “Do you plan on telling your parents about the three of us too? Or am I the dirty secret along with your website?”
Her lips part, but she says nothing.
“Exactly.” Tears well behind my eyelids, but I blink them away. “You want to use me for your website, and then what? When does it end? Until you get what you want, and then discard me when you’ve had your fill?”
Jason steps forward. “You know it’s more than that, just like you know what you were doing last night when you came out onto the balcony and locked eyes with me while I was plunging inside your best friend.
You would’ve stayed out there until the very end if I didn’t spot you, and I’d bet all my money that you were touching yourself behind that wall.
” He inches forward, moving toward me until my shoulders hit the wall behind me.
“Tell me I’m wrong, kókkino. Tell me you weren’t wishing you could feel what it’d be like to be with us.
Tell me it doesn’t make you wet right now thinking about our hands all over you, touching you, licking you, fucking you.
” He lowers his head until his lips are at my ear. “Tell me you don’t want this.”
I swallow hard, ignoring the thumping pulse in my neck as I squeeze my legs together. “I don’t want this.”
I slip away from him, and he steps back, letting me swing open the door and slam it shut behind me.