Free I See You by Ker Dukey, D.H. Sidebottom Page A

out from behind the lens. I’m letting myself have a life but I’m so detached from the world around me, living in it is difficult. I’ve always relied on Noah for everything. He made me who I am, so to be without him is like my shadow tearing free and running off to live its own story. I keep myself to myself, quickly learning that I don’t actually like people much. I find most people self-absorbed. The one I only find engaging, because he’s like me in a way, is my friend, Chris. Me, a friend? He was an orphan from the age of fourteen and was raised by an uncle with unorthodox methods of parenting. Chris and I met in a bar and bonded over a barmaid who was trying to seduce us. We took her to a hotel and I fell into old habits, filming her while Chris pushed her sexual limits. It was consensual, but to me it all felt too familiar for comfort. We didn’t share any other nights like that, but a kinship was formed nonetheless. He helped me move here and didn’t ask questions, which makes for the perfect friendship.
    I’m drawn back to Nina as she opens the drapes and pushes open the window opposite mine, the moon illuminating her every move. Her perfect tits push out when her chest lifts and she inhales a breath of fresh air. Just as she’s about to move back into the bedroom, she hesitates when she notices me. I swallow, fighting with myself not to look up in her direction and see if I can see her in her physical form instead of the replica image displayed on my laptop screen, although the artificial vision of her still makes my dick hard and my heart constrict.
    A wicked thought comes into my head and I have to bite my tongue to stop myself from smiling. Desperation to seek her reaction and to push her into experiencing something natural and beautiful again without disgust and guilt urges me on. Pressing a couple of keys on the laptop, the software brings her image closer so I can catch a more detailed view of her reaction when I slip my hand over my stiff cock. Knowing she’s there, our roles reversed as she watches me from the shadows, makes me almost erupt before touching.
    She freezes, her beautiful eyes widening as she takes a look back into her bedroom as if checking she’s still alone. Her perfect body is rigid and tense, her lips parted to accommodate her deep breaths when she realizes what I’m doing.
    It feels unusual being spied on. It amuses me and I stifle a chuckle as I slip down the waistband of my shorts and free my throbbing dick. Watching her, watching me is turning me on as much as having my dick buried inside an eager pussy, my fingers simulating the feeling of a dry cunt.
    Sex for me is always about the act. Noah teased me for years about being a virgin in high school. When I was fourteen he made one of his many girlfriends suck my dick; the pleasure was incredible and addictive. I only lasted around forty seconds but it was long enough to embed the craving for sexual release, one Noah made sure I fulfilled. Sex was always a selfish act for me until her. All I cared about was my own release, and giving orgasms was to nurture my own ego. Never before Nina had I wanted to experience her pleasure just to live in the grace of her liberation.
    Observing Nina’s face closely, I spit on my hand and once again take my cock in its grip. Her jaw opens further, her arousal evident as her nipples peak out from under the thin cotton of her tank. Damn, she’s stunning when she’s turned on. I expect her to quickly shut the drapes and move back after what Noah did to her, but I hope she’s overcome the brutality and learned to separate the difference between sexual release and gratification, and rape, depravity and evil.
    I hate him for what he did to her. I begged him not to do it. I’d never asked him for anything, but as with everything our whole lives, Noah was boss.
     
     
    Twelve months earlier
    I wake from the intoxicated sleep I forced myself into last night. I’m not one to turn to the bottle