Outside of the window, Tegan felt like a total creep. She didn't mean to.. spy. She just.. enjoyed what she saw and she'd like to stay here. In the bushes.

Now, Tegan could blame this woman for having such a large window without her curtains drawn. She could blame this woman for sleeping naked on her large, king size bed, which was placed right in plain view of the window. She could also blame this woman for almost seeming like she wanted somebody to watch her.

Tegan could also blame the cops, who chased her up Fifth Street, down to Kings Corner and here; Alaway Avenue- to this house, to these bushes. Tegan did blame the cops for a little too much though.

Maybe, Tegan should take the blame herself. Afterall, she was the one rubbing her crotch through her acid wash jeans, watching this naked figure sleeping. She was a huge fucking pervert and that turned her on even more. "Fuck." Tegan said softly, slipping her fingers into her jeans and underwear, feeling the moisture between her labias.

Tegan leaned her head against the window, biting her lip as she played with herself roughly. Suddenly, the girl began running her hands up and down her body and Tegan's body got stiff. Did this woman know Tegan was watching? The girl spread her legs and slid a single finger up and down her slit. Tegan moaned out, keeping her eyes on the girl. The light glow from the TV and the light from what Tegan assumed was the bathroom, illuminated this woman's body. Tegan watched on as this girl began to fuck herself. Eventually, she came into her pants around the same time she witnessed this girl cum. She assumed it was good because the girls back arched, she screamed out and her legs closed abruptly.

Tegan fell back onto her ass and closed her eyes, breathing for a second. She finally opened her eyes, seeing the girl get up from the bed and walk into the bathroom. Tegan got up slowly and ran back to her house.

When she got into her apartment, she pulled off her jeans and underwear, along with her top. She climbed into her bed and passed out.

Sara Quin sat up and yawned, rubbing her fists against her eyes. She climbed out of bed, only to realize, she yet again forgot to close her blinds. Suddenly creeped out, she slammed the blinds down with force. She got dressed quickly, in a cream coloured button up with a pair of floral shorts and some oxfords. She ran her fingers through her fringe and skipped out the door, riding her bike down to the grocery store.

Tegan had her hair pulled up into a ponytail, her button up and tie looking spiffy. It was her third day at work. She worked at the only grocery store in town. Tegan had moved from the big city- Grand Rapids to here, Mackinac Island. Tegan was running from the law- so to speak. She had terrible battery charges, along with drug charges, but that was down in Las Vegas, where she'd fled from.

Tegan scanned a few items before looking up at the customer. "Oh my god." Tegan said. "Excuse me?" Sara asked, giggling. Tegan shook her head, "No, no.. nothing." Sara blushed, "You new in town?" Tegan nodded slowly, "How could you tell?" She asked, scanning the bottle of wine and placing it in the paper bag. Sara giggled, "I've never seen you around." Tegan chuckles, "Lived here a long time?" Sara smiles, "You could say that." Tegan bit her lip, "I'm Tegan, by the way." Sara stuck her hand out to shake Tegan's, "Sara." Tegan grinned. "Well.. You should come over to my house and help me drink this wine." Tegan blushed as Sara's blunt invitation. She obviously set Sara's gaydar off. Sara sure as hell set Tegan's off. "I'd like that." The two exchanged numbers and set a date for when Tegan got off work.

That night, Sara made sure her house was all set up nice and romantic. Though she'd just met Tegan, she had plans to fuck her; already. She had candles set up.

Tegan knocked on the door, smoothing out her hair and checking her breath. Sara answered the door in nothing but an oversized button up. "Hi." Sara grinned. Tegan swallowed the knot in her throat, the noise obvious. Sara grabbed Tegan's shirt and pulled her in the room. "So, let's cut this short, I saw you." Tegan raised an eyebrow. Sara shoved her against the wall. "Fuck me, like you wanted to, last night!" Tegan gasped and bit her lip, "You.. you saw?" Sara laughed roughly, "Of course, I did. It made me so hot." Sara whispered roughly, against Tegan's ear. Tegan moaned, biting her lip. Sara laughed, "Yeah, you like knowing how kinky I am?" Tegan nodded at this and Sara gave another chuckle, pulling away from Tegan.

I woke up, immediately disappointed. It was just a dream. Ever since I spied on the girl once, I've been having dreams about her. I continued to peep on this woman, learning her name, her age and her job. It was fair to say, I was stalking Sara Kiersten Quin, who was 24 years old, who also had two jobs; selling records, guitars and all music equipment at Manic Music Shop and worked as a journalist for the towns Art Magazine, Knack. I watched her on the nights that I didn't have to work.

See, in my dreams, I was always… doing some other job. It wasn't always realistic either. Some dreams, I was a Mother and Sara was a teacher or vice versa. The scenarios were always odd. My real job is being a bartender at the only gay bar in town; Rage. Sara has never been in there and there are no tell-tale signs that Sara's even a lesbian. She's a total loner. She's got close to no friends at all. Mostly, she hangs out with her mother. I know this because I've seen Sara around town. I've yet to talk to her because I'm a chicken. I'm scared that she knows or that I'll say something about her that I shouldn't even know. One time, I accidently called her by name because I'd been living in this sick fantasy that I knew her and that she was my girlfriend. She asked me how I knew her name and I quickly pointed to her name tag. She blushed feverishly and then I pretended that I needed some new guitar strings- which was sort of true; except I knew where they were and honestly didn't need her help. That's really the first time we talked.

"Sara."

"How do you know my name..?" She asked, her eyes squinting.

"Uh…" Shit, think fast! I scan my eyes over her body and catch a glimpse at her name tag that says: 'I'm Sara and I'd like to help!', I point to her name tag and chuckle. "Name tag."

Sara blushes feverishly, "That's embarrassing. How can I help you?"

Shit, Tegan, think! Where are you? A guitar shop. Do you own a guitar? Yes. What does it need? "Strings. Guitar strings. Coated ones." I say, answering my question out loud. Sara nods, "Ah, okay, over here."

I give Sara the money and scurry out of there.

Now, the sick and fucked up part is that our conversation hasn't left my mind and I mentally replay it; in the shower, trying to sleep, masturbating, having sex, spying on Sara, eating, working. I told my best friend and co-worker, Ace about Sara. Ace tells me to talk to Sara and maybe it'll be like a cute love story and we can get married. I laugh at this and shrug it off, telling Ace that there is no way in hell that I'll ever have a legitimate conversation with Sara.

I don't have work tonight, so that means I'll be spying on Sara. I drive to her neighborhood and park a block from her house. I walk the rest of the way. At Sara's house, is a car parked in front. This makes me nervous and I contemplate turning around and going home. Then I get a nagging feeling that tells me to go spy and see who this is. I walk up to the house, casually, because I've always got my guard up; always an excuse as to why I'm here. Just as I'm walking up to Sara's house, she and a guy with curly brown hair walk to the foreign car; dressed a little too nice. Sara is laughing at something that he said. Then it hits me, I'll never be good enough for Sara. I should've realized that. She's actually got quite a sum of money, verses me; I live in a cheap, run-down apartment, I drive an old beat up Chevy truck that I got for about $300 bucks (the thing's not registered and has California plates) and I'm a fucking bartender for a gay bar. Not to mention, I'm hooking up with different chicks on the nights I work; which is more often than not. Also, I fucking stalk her. I'm obsessed with her. I'm so infatuated with her; everything. The thought of her smile sends chills down my spine and the thought of her laugh, her infectious laugh, marks my knees feeble. It's sad.

Now, this man that Sara is with is… attractive. He's not too built but it's obvious that he's got money. I decide to follow the two of them. So I take a mental note of his license plate in my mind and quickly send a text to Ace; asking her to help. I hurry back to my car, hopping in and peeling out of there; in no time finding Sara and this mysterious man. During all this time, I've managed to call up Charles. Charles is the man I can trust the most; he has helped me out in hiding from the cops and he's helped me finding all the information about Sara. "Does Sara have a boyfriend?" I ask, quickly as I switch into the opposite lane. I don't signal and that causes some old hag in a fucking Volvo to honk at me. I roll down my window and hold out my hand; showing off my pretty middle finger. Charles laughs, it's a breathy laugh and I imagine it shaking through his lanky figure. Charles says no and so I ask him about the license plate. He looks it up in his database. I'm still following the couple, though trying my hardest to seem like I'm not.

It's only by the time they get to their destination that Charles reaches the information. "Aha. Interesting." I watch the two get out of the car and I really take note of Sara's attire. A pair of black slacks, some oxfords, a white button up and a grey blazer that matches her shoes. "Who the fuck is it?" I quietly scream into the phone. The man comes out of the car and hooks his arm with Sara's. This makes me furious, I'm sure that I'm blowing smoke from my ears. Speaking of smoke… I grab my pack of Camel's from the dashboard and quickly light up a cigarette. "Nicholas Jerry Quin." I hear Charles answer. My heart drops to my stomach. "Husband…?" I ask, quietly- my voice is raspy and I'm sure that Charles can hear the quiver in my voice. My tiny body threatens to shake into heavy and violent sobs.

"Twin brother." Charles replies, laughing quietly. I sigh, laying my head back. "Thank fucking God!" I put the car into drive and hurry back on the highway. I inhale the cigarette like it's my last one ever, slowly and desperate. "So, I think you should come get drinks with Ace and I." I laugh at Charles suggestion. "I'll be drinking all night tomorrow." I reply, ending with a hoarse cackle. I hear Charles swallow, "Well, you're a fucking bartender; you don't work until 8 o'clock at night." I sigh, loudly and pull up to my apartment complex, tossing the cigarette out the window. "Can't we just chill at your house or something? I don't want to pay for a taxi." Charles scoffs, "I was hoping you would pick up a chick tonight, bring her to your place and fuck her brains out like the Tegan I know would." I chuckle, "The Tegan you know would do that if she felt like that, and pretty much still does that every night she works. Except it's not to my place and it's to the bar's bathroom." I hop out of my car and walk up to my studio, unlocking the doors and striding inside the cool and dank atmosphere. I flip on the lights and sit on my couch. "Or you guys could come to my place. Smoke some and just chill." Charles scoffs, pissed that I interrupted him. "No, fuck that. You're so depressing, shit. Seriously, come get some drinks- we can go to a strip club. Anything you want that doesn't involve you wallowing in self-pity or you being way too distracted with Sara to even comprehend anything Ace and I say." I bite my lip, "How about I uh, invite Sami or Munro to your place?" Charles claps, "That's my girl! Wear a fucking strap-on or some shit; get laid." I laugh, "Be there in ten." I hang out and walk into my room, dropping my pants and pulling off my t-shirt; leaving me completely nude. I walk in from of my mirror and run my hands all up my body; stopping at my chest. I cup my breasts and watch as my nipples turn into stiff buds. I watch my body rise in goose bumps as I imagine my hands as Sara's. I bite my lip and close my hands; trailing my hand down to my awaiting cunt, finding it soaked. All by imagining Sara's presence, I'm turned on in an instant. I open my eyes and pull my hands away. I walk to the bathroom and apply some more deodorant and put on my sports bra that makes my chest appear flat. I run my fingers through my short locks and decide on what strap-on to wear. The flesh colored one. I adjust the harness to the perfect fit and tuck the dick away; pulling on my boxers and jeans. I walk back to my full-size mirror and pull on my brand new button up. I pick up my converse and tie them up. All while doing this, I'm trying to reach any girls I know. I call Sami; no answer. Munro; no answer. Becca; no answer. Jessi; no answer. Finally, I get ahold of someone; Lily. Lily seems shy and sweet; but she's a sadistic little bitch. If I had sex marks, it's from Lily. Lily agrees to meet with us and it doesn't surprise me; but makes me wonder why I'm so shy to Sara and not to anyone else.

Lily tells me she'll be there after her meeting; which is like church for Satanists. I just don't tell Lily that I know she's a Satanist. It's actually really obvious, but it's not like I even believe in the Devil or God for that matter. I head over to Charles after feeding my Tarantula named Ruby. I'm usually scared of spiders but after an ex-girlfriend, I've sort of become attached to Ruby. It was our pet (that I hated as first) and after the break-up, I won Ruby because I simply wanted to take something important from the ex.

When I get to Charles, I grin. "You're gonna hate me." He eyes me carefully, warning me. "Lily's coming over." I smirk, leaning against the counter. "Dear Lord…" he begins. "After her Satanist meeting." I tease and steal the cigarette he's about to light up. He glares at me, before lighting up the cigarette for me, then his own. "I swear to God, Tegan, she's no good." I smirk, "Exactly why I like her. Dangerous, spontaneous and a tight pussy!" I grin and walk back to Charles living room. He follows me. "You're disgusting." He tells me. I grin, my gum showing involuntarily and sit on his couch. "Play some fucking music." I tell him, taking a drag off the cigarette. He begins playing some stuff from when I was a teenager; Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Silverchair, Alice in Chains, Smashing Pumpkins, etc. I wonder what music Sara's into. I don't say this aloud because Charles would probably slap me. When I'm drinking or hanging out with him; I'm not supposed to say stuff like this because we'll just end up on his computer, stalking her hardcore.

How did I get so obsessed with Sara? Well, I think it started off with the fact that the first time I saw her, she was at her most vulnerable. Also, Sara's completely gorgeous and so intellectual. I've read every single piece of hers that's ever been published. Eventually, I think I just started watching her so often that she became my safe place. I started imaging myself with her. I'd seen her cry, I'd seen her laughing, I'd seen her pleasuring herself, I'd seen her working, I'd seen her singing. I'd seen this perfect person and I couldn't let her get away. I was fucking hooked on her. To be cliché, Sara is my drug. I'm addicted to her.

Lily was there before Ace and I was thankful for this. Ace had a crush on me and she wasn't good at hiding it. If she got here before Lily, she'd be all over me and Lily isn't into that and isn't into being nice, so she'd leave. Where, Ace would act like she and Lily were best friends.

Eventually, this little get-together turned into a party and I got more fucked up than I could handle. I was locked in Charles bedroom, where his computer was. Where he was hacked into Sara's computer; in a sick and twisted way… He could see through her webcam. He could see all the files she had open, anything she had open and he could also go through her shit without her knowing. Every little thing that I needed to know about Sara was here. I bit my lip and opened the software, seeing if Sara was actually on her computer. She was. She was typing; I turned on her webcam and sat back, watching her. She was close to nude. She wasn't wearing a shirt; just her bra. I watched as she typed. She was doing a piece for Knack, about this week's new Gallery. An artist named Vesper. Sara mentioned how nice he was and how abstract and articulate his illustrations were. She mentioned that he used acrylic paint but started out with pen (much like herself, she then said) and this made me grin; thinking about Sara's paintings. She never let anyone see them, I'd learned. After she'd finish one, she'd throw it in the garage to be forgotten. Sara saved the file, and then emailed it to her editor. I assumed she would turn off her computer, but she stayed on. She opened up Google Chrome and went to a website; the title made me giggle. Pornhub. I smirked to myself. Well, if she watches lesbian porn- that doesn't make her gay. If she watches straight porn, that doesn't make her hetero. Hell, I watch straight porn. I huff and wait, very eager to see what gets Sara off. I watch her carefully through the webcam, she's biting her lip. She clicks on a certain category and it excites me. BDSM. I suck on my bottom lip and watch Sara click a video. It's of three girls and for some reason, I'm filled with hope. She pulls off her pants and underwear and ditches her bra as the video loads. Fuck, this is hot… She gets off the bed and returns with a hot pink vibrator. I giggle at her choice in color. She adjusts herself and sets down the computer, her legs spread wide in front of it. I watch on as she teases her erect nipples with the tip of the vibrator; watching the girls in the video. The look on her face is probably enough to make me cum. I test myself and pull off my clothing and begin to masturbate, focusing on Sara's face. I cum too quickly for my taste and sit up, still playing with my clit as I watch Sara, eagerly stuffing the vibrator in her cunt; then pulling it out again. She's thrusting against the toy and soon enough, she cums. Sara cums really hard and it oozes all over her legs. "Fuck." She says in that sweet, sultry voice of hers. I moan at hearing her curse. She sets the vibrator on her night stand and walks away. She returns with a towel, wiping her thighs off, then the mess she made on the keyboard; sending the computer in frenzy. Her breasts hang low and in straight view of the webcam. I like my lips and moan at how perfect her breasts are. Dear lord, I can't get enough of her. I ache to touch her. She then goes to her Facebook, sitting back down and covering herself with a blanket. I then turn her Facebook to full screen and watch as she checks her messages. It's all her family, pretty much. A few messages that I assume are from old High School friends because they read; 'Miss you too! Hope the kids are doing fine!' Well, that's what I see that Sara replied. She checks her friend requests and doesn't add any of them. She then checks her notifications. A few comments, but she doesn't check those either. She then goes to her mutual friends and I see that I'm there. She clicks my name and my breathing hikes up. I quickly exit out of full screen and watch her closely as she looks through my pictures. I'm smiling at her reaction, because I assume it's a good one. She giggles softly at a picture of me and some friends from way back when. My hair's styled up into a fohawk and I've got a bandana on my head too. She then goes to my tagged pictures and up comes a picture that Lily took of me; in my boxers and a sports bra. The caption is: Gotcha! ;) And I'm embarrassed. I'm making a sandwich and you can clearly tell that I'm packing. Sara bites her lip and I grin. She smiles and exits out of my pictures. She then goes to my info and scrolls down to 'Interested In: Women', she smirked. "Knew she was gay." Sara says and blushes. I could fucking hug her, she's so sweet. Sara giggles and sends me a friend request. She quickly exits out of Facebook and shuts off her computer. I imagine Sara laying down and thinking about me. I smile big and shut of Charles computer. I put all my clothes back on and strut out of his room. Charles catches me, "Where were you?" I bite my lip, "Uh…" Charles rolls his eyes, "I called you a cab. It's here."

I get into the cab and Charles tells the guy my address. Once we drive off, "Actually, can you make a quick stop?" The guy shakes his head, "Orders told me not too." I groan but I know that later on, I'll be happy with this.

I climb into my bed and I'm thankful to be home, but something's missing. Ah, Facebook! I get up and walk to my computer, sitting down and opening the browser; going to Facebook and accepting Sara's friend request.