R&R Appreciated!

Warning: This chapter contains sexual content, please do not read if this offends you.

Chap. 4

Chuck's hand was on the doorknob of Ned's apartment. Her ears struggled to catch any sounds that might come from inside, but she heard nothing. Hesitantly, but with curiosity, she pushed open the door. A sliver of sunlight ran across the floor as she peered inside. Bracing herself for what she might see, she was disappointed to see the living room empty. Suddenly feeling like an intruder, she turned to leave, but stopped as she heard a light whimper coming from down the hall. Her curiosity returned and drove her forward. Silently she stepped across the soft carpet. She could hear Olive's light noises coming from Ned's bedroom. She stopped outside the door wondering what to do next. If she just went in, she would be able to catch them, but then a fight would break out and she wasn't sure if she wanted that. If she snuck around the door to watch them, she might be seen, which would make her seem like some kind of pervert.

Confused, she simply listened until she suddenly got an idea. From her pocket she took out her blue compact mirror. Unsure it would actually work, Chuck opened it quietly and held it out a little from her body, angling it until she could see into the room. She saw Ned's window, the shades drawn, then moved a little to the right until she could see Ned's bed. Sure enough, Olive Snook's back showed up in her mirror. Ned's hands were sliding up underneath her tank top shirt, until he slipped it off completely. Olive suddenly felt the pang of anger return as she looked at Olive's smooth bare back and hot pink bra. But as Ned's hands moved along her skin, Chuck's anger was replaced by a sense of excitement, and she found herself more than just a little interested in where it was going.

Resting her back on the wall, Chuck watched in her mirror as Olive bent down, obviously kissing Ned. She wished she had a better vantage and moved the mirror a bit lower. She could not see much of Ned, but figured that was probably a good thing. Seeing Ned was the main thing that brought her the anger. When she focused on Olive however, she simply felt excited. Contemplating this, Chuck worried for a moment that maybe she was sexually interested in Olive. Deciding that it was a ridiculous thought and that she only got excited by Olive because she wanted to be in her position, Chuck shook it away. Focusing on Olive, she pretended that she was the one kissing Ned, unbuttoning his shirt, caressing his neck…

Olive and Ned shifted a bit, so that they were both sitting upright on the bed. Chuck could fully see both of them now and stifled her breathing as she watched Ned slip off his shirt and unhook Olive's bra. He slipped it off and let it fall to the floor, and Chuck was unavoidably drawn to Olive's chest. Blushing, Chuck admired the small blonde's not so small bust, her breasts full and round, her nipples small and erect. Chuck wondered absently if her breasts were equally as attractive, deciding instantly that they couldn't be. She looked then at Ned's chest, his own dark nipples also attractive to Chuck's eyes. She had seen Ned without a shirt before, and found herself more interested in Olive naked, as it was something she had not seen, even though they were best friends and lived together.

Ned was equally drawn to Olive's naked body, his eyes wide and his mouth agape. Chuck smiled confidently as Ned ran his hands down Olive's shoulders, wanting so much to stroke her breasts but too modest to do so. Chuck pondered this, remembering seeing them in the kitchen before. Ned hadn't had a problem touching Olive then… Why now? Pushing the thought aside, Chuck watched as Olive finally took his hands and placed them over her chest. His hands were so much bigger than hers, and almost completely covered her upper half. Chuck was turned on by this… It made Ned seem like a gentle but manly giant, and Olive was the small and delicate female. It was primitive, but she couldn't help but feel it. What followed only served to enhance her sense of excitement.

Olive climbed on Ned's lap, her arms holding on to his neck. He grew more confident it seemed, and began to unbutton her pants hastily. Chuck felt her heart beat faster and warmth rush to certain parts of her body that she otherwise ignored. She lowered her mirror so she could see their lower bodies. Ned's hand slid into Olive's pants, cupping her crotch. Olive made a light whimper and let her neck fall back, and Chuck realized that Ned was stimulating her inside. The realization made Chuck tingle, and she watched with hunger as Ned's wrist moved up and down as his fingers presumably slid in and out of her. His forearm flexed as he found a speed she seemed to enjoy. Chuck felt herself growing wet with desire, a feeling she remembered from reading her aunts erotica collection in the cellar of her old house. She wanted to touch herself, relieve the tension that now took control of her lower body, but she could not. It was bad enough she had taken to voyeurism.

She could not turn away. Adjusting her mirror to see different parts of the "action", Chuck found it was like a drug that she could not stop taking. The more her eyes saw the more they wanted. Olive was now panting lightly, her forehead pressed against Ned's as Ned stared at his own arm and what it was doing to Olive. Both were beginning to sweat, and even Chuck could feel the heat from the room. Olive began to gasp, and Ned looked at her face for conformation. She was close. Chuck wondered if this would be the last of it. What would Ned do then? Would Olive return the favour? With a final cry Olive leaned back, her whole body succumbing to Ned's fingers as her eyes shut tight in ecstasy. Ned held her tight as she came, slowing his pace as she came down. She sat back up, out of breath, and he removed his hand from her pants, holding her in his long arms. She panted lightly and hugged Ned back, her small head against his broad chest. She looked so small next to him, and Chuck mused on this again.

After a few seconds, Olive sat up and Chuck could see her hands move to Ned's boxers. Slowly she toyed with the elastic, until Ned stood next to the bed and removed them. Chuck moved her mirror lower as he got back up on the bed, her eyes growing wide at his erection. Though she had seen him topless, this part of him was new to her. She studied first his flat stomach, and then followed the light trail of hair leading downwards to his hardly small, but not particularly large penis. Olive was similarly interested, her eyes watching his pelvis as she bit her bottom lip hungrily. Ned sat in front of her on his knees, completely exposed to her. She did not wait a second before her small hand wrapped itself around Ned's hardness. Ned grunted this time, lightly and sexily. Olive smiled and kissed him again, holding his desire firmly in her hand.

The eroticism of the situation was too much for Chuck, and she could not control her own hand as it moved absently down her body. She felt her nipples, hard through her soft summer dress, and continued lower until she reached them hem of the dress. Her fingers crawled up her leg, cold against her skin and raising goosebumps. They stopped at her panties, paused outside the elastic as if stuck at a red light. She knew they could not turn around and go back, she was just waiting for her own go-ahead. As if unsure what to do, she instead detoured her fingers, letting them slide over her upper pelvis and down over her mound. She could feel the heat between her legs with the tips of her fingers, and as she let her fingers cup her crotch, she felt the moisture too. The crotch of her panties was completely soaked, and she marveled at how much she had become turned on. She held herself for a few minutes, watching Ned's face change as Olive gently moved her fingers around his hardness. His eyes were soft and fluttered open and closed. His body was stiff, as if what Olive was doing hurt, but delightfully. Olive was no longer watching his face, and instead concentrated her eyes on her own hand upon his penis. Her bright pink nails looked so bright in the dimly lit room, and Chuck couldn't help but imagine those nails on her: touching her, holding her, pleasuring her. She was past the point of controlling her arousal, and dismissed the guilty thought of being sexually interested in another woman. She knew she would feel horrible later, but for now it felt undeniably right.

Chuck's fingers would be held back no longer. Moving to the top of her panties, she hastily slid her hand inside, feeling the soft brush of her pubic hair on her palm. She did not masturbate often, but knew how she liked it, and proceeded to position her fingers just right on top of her clit. Slowly she tested it, stroking a couple fingers along her surprisingly hard center. Pleasurable vibrations rocketed her, making her feel as if her knees would buckle. She let herself fall a little more against the wall as she developed a rhythm, settling in between stroking herself and watching Ned and Olive. Ned was panting now, and Olive had released him from her fingers. His erection had grown even harder, and stood on end tighter and larger than Chuck thought possible. Olive let him adjust himself on the bed and then took his penis again in her hand, but this time she stroked it, rhythmically up and down and increasing speed. Chuck knew this was how men masturbated, and increased her own tempo to meet Olive's. Ned's hand moved again to Olive's panties, sliding them down enough so that Olive's cleanly shaven mound was exposed. Olive sat up to kneel on her knees as Ned's hand moved again to her crotch to stroke her.

Olive could feel the tension in the room, and let it wash over her as well. She almost felt as if she were completely involved. Her fingers stroked harder, her breathing increased; her heart was pounding enough so that she could hear it… Ned and Olive too increased their noises, until Olive's familiar whimpers and Ned's soft grunting filled the room. Chuck had to try to not make a sound, but it was hard as she watched the two people she loved more than anyone else in her life (besides her aunts) love each other. She knew they were doing it behind her back, she knew they were afraid of hurting her, but as she watched, she realized she was okay with it. It was exciting; it was right. She only wished she could someday be in the room with them, but she knew Ned would never allow that.

Her mirror was shaking uncontrollably with her arm as she reached the peak, the sound of Olive's high moan sending her completely over. Her arm could no longer support the mirror as she felt her orgasm spill through her body, and she let it fall as she uncontrollably groaned her body tensing and her hand stopping to let the waves of pleasure flow through. Only after the pleasure faded to light pulses of warmth did she realize she had made a sound. Suddenly embarrassed, she removed her hand from her panties and silently hurried down the hall and out the door, just as Ned groaned in ecstasy.

She returned to Olive's apartment, which seemed bright and cheery after being in a dark hallway for so long. She didn't feel comfortable thinking about it being Olive's though, and hurried to the spare bedroom that was now hers to change her clothes and hopefully seem like she had been there all day. As she slipped off her dress however, she remembered something. Patting her pocket, she found it flat and empty.

She had left her compact mirror where she had dropped it in the hallway of Ned's apartment.

TBC