room. You can dress up for me. All slutty.”
“Sure.”
He rolled on his side to face her, so all I could see was his back. He laughed again and his shoulders shook. “You are so easy. I love that about you.”
“What else would you like? Name it.”
“I don’t know.”
“I think you do.” She purred the words, sounding so sure, as if she knew all his secrets.
When he didn’t answer, she sat up, with her back propped up against the bedhead. He moved his head to lay it in her lap and she played with his hair. “What about the watcher?” she asked.
“What about him?” He sounded wary.
They were talking about me. About the last time. I’d tucked my cock back into my briefs and buttoned my khakis, but I could feel it growing again. Pushing against the fabric.
“Do you have an idea who he is?” she asked as she played with his hair—her fingers making fists in the strands. Mr. D tilted his head to look up at her. He said, “Do you? You sounded quite certain in your description.”
“Only because I read you so well. I’ve seen you watch him.”
Who? Me? My heart was pounding. Did Mr. D watch me?
“He’s bigger this summer. Broader. There’s hair dusting his chest. It’s golden brown. I saw him take off his shirt the last time he was here.”
Mr. D rolled on his back. His head still in her lap. His cock was bigger .Was it engorging as he thought about me I wondered, as it now lay full and hard against his stomach.
“You watch him too,” she said.
“I do.”
“Say his name.”
“No.”
She fisted a hand in his hair, hard this time. I heard his gasp of pain. “Say it Lucas. Say his name. Say that you want him.”
“Jacob.” He breathed my name out like a sigh. “I want Jacob.”
That’s when she looked at me. Right at were I was standing in the shadows. “Do you think he wants you too?”
“Jesus. Lissy, I don’t know.! Why would he? This is crazy. He’s just a boy.”
Mr. D sat up and speared his fingers through his hair. He moved to the edge of the bed grabbed a white robe and thrust his arms in the sleeves. He was facing me now, sitting on the bed in front of the window.
“He’s not a boy. He’s a man. He’s twenty years old.”
What would I do if he saw me? In a way I wanted him to. I wanted him to see me. Call me to him.
He sunk his head in his hands, looking down. “Twenty? That’s still a baby, Lissy, and you know it.”
She moved behind him. Got up on her knees, brought her hands up and started to massage his shoulders. Resting her chin on his shoulder she spoke into his ear, soft but still loud enough for me to hear, “Twenty. Lucas think back to what we were doing at twenty.”
His shoulders shook with laughter. “Yeah. We did some crazy shit. But never that.”
She dug her fingers into his shoulder and pulled, tugging him around so that he swung his legs back on the bed to sit beside her. “But you want to. Don’t you. Tell me honey. Never any secrets between us. No need for it.”
He sucked in a deep breath and then let it out slowly. A long sigh. “Yeah—I want it. I want him.”
“Do you fantasize about him? Do make yourself come thinking about him?”
He looked bashful. Even in the darkened room, lit only by candles I could see the flush on his cheeks. “Jesus. Lissy do you have to know everything ?”
“Yes. You know I do. Anyway. While we’re telling secrets I have to tell you—it turns me on. You and him. It turns me on. I’ve come thinking about it.”
“You have? Really?”
“Lay down and I’ll tell you.”
He pulled his legs up and lay beside her. Knees up, feet flat.
“Yes. I’ve thought about him. Sweaty. No shirt. Skin bronzed from the sun. He’s on his knees. His cock is hard, it’s jutting out of those khaki work pants of his. You’re telling him to suck you. Ordering him.”
I swallowed. My mouth suddenly dry, I didn’t want her to stop. I wanted her to go on and on. Telling me what he would do. What he would