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this got out of hand. But so far nothing had been painful except the chafing on her knees, so she gave him a little leeway.
    “Do you know how beautiful you are?” he asked.
    Melanie didn’t respond.
    James increased the tempo again and Melanie felt her muscles start to tighten. It appeared she would be able to get there without touching herself, and she was beyond ready for it.
    James wrapped her hair around his free hand and held it against the back of her head. He was thrusting hard and strong and panting into her ear. Melanie was moaning more with each stroke and trying not to be loud enough that the neighbors would hear if they were out in their yards.
    James whispered, “We’re being watched.”
    “What?” Melanie tried to lift her head to look around but James tightened his fist in her hair and held her where she was with her cheek against the towel. She squirmed under him but he was still holding her arm and she couldn’t get free. He slowed his stroke again.
    “Who’s watching?” she whispered loudly.
    “It’s ok. Just relax. I’m not letting you go until you come.”
    She wasn’t fighting him, but she wasn’t sure she could relax with someone watching. The urge to come was ebbing and flowing and her mind was racing.
    “Who is it?” she asked again. If it was her creepy next door neighbor she’d pretty much have to sell her house and move. The thought of him masturbating to her was too nauseating to bear.
    “I’m not sure, but I think it’s the pool boy.”
    Melanie tried to turn her head toward the gate where the pool boy always let himself in, but James held her firmly. She closed her eyes and groaned. At least he was young and attractive. The thought of him seeing her—and liking what he saw—didn’t seem completely offensive. Maybe just the opposite. She tried not to think about it and just concentrated on her orgasm. She knew the sooner she came the sooner this would be over, and she knew better than to try and fake it. She’d tried that the week before when she was tired from a trip. He’d become suspicious, but she’d been able to convince him that she’d had a small orgasm.
    “Come for me,” he said now, the water splashing around them as he whispered into her ear.
    James started thrusting faster again and her body continued to spasm and arch despite her self-consciousness. When she began moving back against him, he put his knees outside of hers so she could squeeze her legs together, and within moments they were both coming. Melanie was able to turn her face enough to muffle her cries in the towel as her muscles convulsed hard and long. James released her arm and hair. He leaned back and moaned up toward the sky as he thrust into her slowly, once, twice, three times.
    Before the waves of pleasure had subsided completely, Melanie slowly lifted her head and turned toward the gate. There was no one there.

 
     
     
     
     
    There are things that happen in the dark between two people that make everything that happens in the light seem all right.
    —Erica Jong, “Any Woman’s Blues”

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Five
     
     
    “It’s only twelve forty-five. Why would he come by that early?”
    Melanie was sitting on a deck chair with a towel wrapped tightly around her naked body despite that no one besides James was around to see it.
    “Dunno.” James sat in the water on the pool stairs and sipped his beer looking unreasonably happy, his flaccid member bobbing against the surface of the water.
    “How long was he standing there?”
    “I told you he was there right after I noticed him.”
    “Are you sure it was the pool boy?”
    “How would I know? I’ve never seen your pool boy.”
    “What did he look like?” Melanie asked.
    James shrugged. “Young. About my height I guess. I barely glanced at him. I didn’t want to scare him off.”
    “Why not?”
    “Because I wanted you to see what it felt like to have someone watch you enjoy yourself. And you liked it. Admit