A Simple Proposition (9 page)

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am sat and listened to Steve and Todd talk and decided she was going to say yes. She liked Todd enough to get naked in front of him.
 

Todd was an accountant, which sort of fit with
“fussy,” and seemed to be single and a bit shy. He made quiet jokes that weren’t mean to anyone, and when he disagreed with Steve about a movie they’d both seen, he did it gently and politely. Pam decided she actually quite liked him, and that helped her decide to go along with this.

As far as she could tell, Todd really was just into watching. More into it than she’d first expected anyone would be. He kept glancing at her as he talked to Steve. He seemed very aware of Pam all the time, looking up when she moved, listening when she talked, watching her from across the room. As if taking her in from a distance and comfortable with that distance being there. As if he didn’t need attention from her or to be any closer to her, happy just to look. His concentrated attention was flattering. He might actually prefer just to watch Pam decided after a while.

She sat and let Steve talk and just smiled when he looked over. She wondered how hard Steve had to look to find the perfect man. Perfect for Steve, at least.
 

After half an hour, she got up and went upstairs. She left the room without a word. Steve and Todd
became quiet and watched her go.
 

She had a shower. She didn’t want anyone seeing her sticky and stubbly.
 

When she’d showered, she did her face and put on a party dress, the one she’d
worn to pick up men for blowjobs. She went back downstairs and Todd was still there, so apparently he wasn’t horrified by her either. Steve looked relieved. Todd just sat there staring at her, as if he was losing track of what Steve was saying.

Pam liked that.

She was sitting opposite Todd. She crossed her legs every so often, and Todd stared each time.
 

She decided she liked this. She liked the idea of someone watching her, of Todd knowing what was coming and getting all worked up while she just sat around.
 

After a while she removed her thong, reaching up her skirt to pull it down. She folded it carefully and put it on the couch beside her.
 

Todd kept looking. More carefully now
, like he was trying to see up her dress, and Pam was fairly sure he had a chance from the angle he was sitting from her.
 

She moved her knee and Todd stared harder.

Steve had stopped talking. They were both just sitting, watching her. It was a little like the camera, a silent audience.
 

“Hey,” Pam said to Steve. “Come here.”

He moved, sat next to her, and started kissing her. She kissed back, slowly, still being able to watch Todd.
 

She could almost feel Todd’s eyes on her body as if they were fingers. Steve was stroking her arms, stroking her neck, doing everything that turned her on.
 

She started forgetting Todd was there and concentrated on Steve’s mouth. Then she’d remember and get turned on by Todd all over again.
 

Steve put his hand on her leg and slid it up under her dress.
 

“You want to?” he whispered in her ear.
 

Last chance, she thought. This was her last chance to say no without humiliation or embarrassing Steve. “Go on,” she said.
 

Steve slid further. His fingertips scraped over her and then a little way into her.
 

He pushed gently.
 

Pam looked at Todd, stared back at Todd, while Steve slid his fingers inside her.
 

It was good. She’d been waiting all evening, and it was achingly intense now Steve had finally touched her. She had to close her eyes for a moment.
 

When she opened them, Todd was still staring.
 

Steve moved her hand and put it on his trousers.

Immediately Pam pulled back. “No,” she said. She moved her knee, still watching Todd. She moved her knee further, baring herself to Todd past Steve’s hand. She twisted her hand into Steve’s shirt and pulled him gently downward. “Do me first,” she demanded.
 

Steve looked at her.
 

Pam was wet. When Steve’s hand moved away, Pam was now exposed and knew that Todd’s eyes were on her and could see everything.

“Seriously,” she said. “I’m the only one not getting anything out of this. He wants to watch and you want him to. I’m just here. So before anything else, I get head. You’re getting me off.”

Todd was still staring between her legs.

“Please
.” Pam demanded. She needed this quickly. She grabbed Steve’s hair and pushed downwards.

Steve slid down between her legs. He pushed up her skirt, slowly, watching her face. Todd was watching her, too. Steve slowly started licking her.

Todd was sitting forward like he was really interested, and looking at Pam’s face as much as her pussy.
 

His stare and the odd connection between them turned her on even more. The two of them linked eyes over Steve’s head.
 

Steve was squeezing her breasts through her dress. He normally played with them while he went down on her.
After a while, for Todd as much as Steve or herself, she reached up and found the zipper under her arm and pulled it down.
 

“Hold on,” she said to Steve, and pushed him back. She stood up and wriggled out of the dress. She took off her bra. She didn’t have anything else on.
 

Todd stared. Steve sucked her tits as she sat down, then went back to eating her out. She stroked Steve’s head and watched Todd’s face, and felt Steve’s mouth slowly teasing her body.
 

She was close. She was turned on by this and wasn’t sure how much longer she was going to need.
 

She pushed onto Steve’s mouth. She was almost there.
 

She suddenly realized she might not actually want to let a stranger watch her come. Not as clinically as this.
 

She’d come with one of the other guys, the blowjob guys, but that was both of them getting each other off at once, her mouth and his hand, and that wasn’t the same. Coming while a stranger groped you, that was just sex.
 

Coming while a stranger stared at you, that might be a bit weird.

She thought about that, and tried to decide how she felt. Then decided she didn’t care. She was too close to care what happened next, as long as she came.
 

She stared at Todd. She kept staring at him right up until she came, keeping her eyes open as long as she could, until the first big shaking spasm went through her. Then she had to close her eyes, because she always did and couldn’t help herself, but she opened them again almost as soon as it was over.

Steve was looking up at her, stroking her tummy gently. Todd was still staring and didn’t seem to have moved.
 

“Good?” Steve said.
 

Pam nodded.
 

“Want to fuck?”
 

Pam looked at Todd. Thinking of him, of what he might want to see. “I’ll suck you first,” she said to Steve.

She pulled Steve up, made him stand in front of her. She leaned forward, undid his trousers, and put his cock in her mouth.

Then she realized Todd couldn’t see. Steve was between her and Todd.

“Sit down,” she said, and pulled Steve onto the sofa, then knelt sideways, so Todd should be able to see all of her, as well as all of what she was doing.

She remembered the movie, and moved her hair. She bent and licked, and looked at Todd while she did. She had to look away when she started to suck, but she was pretty sure Todd was still staring.
 

Steve groaned and twitched and made her worry he was turned on enough he wouldn’t last long. She slowed down but wasn’t sure it helped.

She sat up, kept wanking Steve. “Let’s fuck,” she said. “I need you to do me!”

She wondered if it mattered how, which position, and whether looking good from across the room was important to her, or important to Steve. After a moment she decided she didn’t care about that either.
 

Steve seemed not to either. As if he was just doing this, and Pam was thinking about it more than he was.

Steve fell onto the sofa, trying to grab her, and they got mixed up for a moment, like they were both self-conscious with someone else there. He was still trying to get his clothes off and seemed to be trying to get on top, but Pam hadn’t thought about it at all and was just trying to pull him against her.

She sat across him, her back to Todd. Steve was still trying to move her around.

“Turn over,” Steve said. “Kneel. Like we normally do.”
 

Pam hesitated. Doggie-style with an audience seemed worse than just having sex. She wasn’t sure why. Nice girls didn’t like it from behind, or something.
 

She decided that was stupid and turned over.
 

Nothing happened. Steve was still taking off his clothes.

“Don’t worry,” Pam said, reaching back and pushing Steve’s hand away from his shirt. “Leave it. Todd doesn’t want to see you anyway.” She just wanted him inside her. Now!

Then she wondered if she should have kept quiet. That was the first time either of them had mentioned Todd since they started, and she was only assuming it was okay to acknowledge Todd was there.

She didn’t want Steve getting jealous again, like he had last time.
 

Steve was looking down at her. Pam wasn’t sure if he cared, or was turned on, or was wondering if she was going to react badly right now. It was all okay, though. She was naked, on her knees, being watched. And she wanted sex right now.
 

“Come on,” she said. “Hurry up.” She knelt, carefully not looking over at Todd, and Steve knelt close behind her. It was awkward getting organized.

Steve moved her knee, then pushed on her hips so she tipped forward.
 

It felt clumsy, more clumsy than normal. Or perhaps she just didn’t normally notice.
 

Pam waited and made herself not say anything impatient. Steve was probably feeling clumsy, too.
 

Finally he slid inside her.

Pam melted and sighed. She felt everything aching and tingling and good that having him slide inside her always was. She sighed and moaned, then bit her lip to make herself stop, embarrassed because Todd was there. It was good. Doggie with Steve was always good, but she didn’t want to be obvious how much she liked it. She kept looking down at the sofa, pretending Todd wasn’t there.
 

“Is this okay?” Steve said quietly, after a minute.

“Yep,” Pam said, breathless.
 

She knelt, feeling him moving inside her. Feeling, and thinking about what she was doing.

After a while she looked over at Todd. He was still staring. He was fascinated.
 

Fascinated by her. By watching her fuck. That made her feel a lot better.
 

She smiled at Todd, and he smiled back.
 

She kept looking at him, smiling, while Steve’s cock was inside her, fucking her. His hands were on her hips, holding her steady, moving her when he needed to.
 

She could smell sex. She thought Todd probably could, too. She could hear little wet noises coming from inside her.

She reached down and pressed her hand against her clit. She did that sometimes, to make doggie better. She wasn’t completely sure Steve ever noticed.

Todd noticed.

Todd was watching her hand.

She liked Todd’s eyes, and his attention, and his fascination with her. She started to understand why people flashed each other, why the people on the dirty websites wanted to show everyone movies of themselves.

It was hot. Being noticed like this, this intently, was hot.

She started rubbing herself slowly and watched Todd watch her.

Steve was breathing roughly, was moving faster. He was probably trying not to come, but was close anyway. He always came quickly fucking like this.
 

Pam thought about Steve coming.
 

Last time, when she was blowing strangers, she hadn’t been sure where they should come. Whether Steve cared about this looking like porn, or had just wanted to finish. She wasn’t sure what he wanted now, and she wasn’t sure if she cared either.
 

“Hey,” she said, after a minute, over her shoulder. “Where do you want to finish?”