The Peephole (mf, ff, voy)

 Although I have a great boyfriend, I like the freedom
 of living alone. Jeff (my boyfriend) lives about 30
 minutes away, but stays over two or three nights during
 the week, and almost always on Friday, Saturday and
 Saturday nights. It was one of those lazy Saturdays in
 central Oregon; overcast and rainy.  Jeff and I stayed
 in bed late making love in a slow and feel-good way
 until late morning. When we finally did get up we lazed
 around the place and ate breakfast on my covered
 balcony. As we were finishing up, a big van pulled into
 our long driveway.

 My apartment is in a big old mansion that has been
 converted into six units. I knew that the apartment
 behind mine was empty and that there were new tenants
 moving into it soon, but I didn't know anything about
 them. So being the snoop that I am I made Jeff stay
 out on the balcony with me while we waited for a
 glimpse of them. I think we were both interested in
 what they would be like, but all we could see at first
 was the top of the big 24-foot van. Then the couple got
 out of the truck and pulled the rear roll-up door open.

 My first impression of them was surprise. The woman was
 wearing short cutoffs. I mean, "short" cutoffs. She had
 to have cut the pockets out of them because you would
 have been able to see the white material hanging out if
 there had been any. I thought that that was kind of
 slutty, and it interested me. I looked over at Jeff and
 could see she had his interest. Looking back I had my
 first sight of the husband. He was interesting too; one
 of those hard-bodied guys with smooth hairless skin and
 a light tan that looked like it covered his whole body,
 if you know what I mean.

 They looked like they were in their mid thirties, and
 obviously athletic. I began to hope that I might have
 a couple of new partners to run with me; they both
 looked like they were runners. I love to run for about
 10 miles at dusk every evening, but Jeff keeps giving
 me the riot act about "women running alone on a
 deserted road at night". It would be great if I could
 get Carmen to go with me, I thought. It's more fun to
 run with someone, and even though she was probably 15
 years older than me, I didn't think she'd have any
 trouble keeping up.

 With that thought in the back of my mind, I suggested
 that we get dressed and help our new neighbors move in.
 We threw on our Levi's and just by coincidence we each
 grabbed one of Jeff's company's black T-shirts that
 says "Structural Engineers Keep It Up Longer" and went
 down to introduce ourselves.

 We noisily made our way down the spiral stairs two
 steps at a time, which is the way we normally descend
 from my crows-nest apartment. As we hit the bottom of
 the staircase we almost fell into the lady as she was
 coming though the door. She looked surprised at first,
 but after introductions and an offer to help, she
 quickly recovered pulling us by the arm outside to meet
 her husband. "Peter look what we have here. Free labor,
 and they dress alike too." 

 We got to know each other pretty well right from the
 beginning. Both Carmen and Peter are runners, just as
 I'd thought they might be, and I quickly found myself
 with companions on my evening jogs. Carmen and I ran
 every evening, and Peter joined us when he was home.
 He works in the forestry industry as an inspector and
 has to spend at least one night a week out on the road,
 sometimes two or three nights depending on the time of
 the year.

 Carmen and I quickly became close friends. The age
 difference made no difference to either of us. She
 confided in me as if I was her sister, and I found
 myself doing the same. She wasn't shy about life issues
 either. They had moved into the apartment just behind
 mine. The lady who had lived there prior to them had
 been as quiet as a church-mouse. But once Carmen and
 Peter moved in I realized that you could hear every
 sound they made. Our bedrooms butted up against each
 other's. (That lady who used to live next to me must
 have had some interesting nights listening to Jeff and
 me going at it. When I realize what she must have heard
 coming from my bedroom, I can't help but blush).

 Carmen didn't have to work, but seemed very interested
 in my job. Doing research for a marketing company on
 the Internet is unusual for a full time job I know, but
 I didn't understand why Carmen was so interested in the
 details until one evening when we'd just finished our
 run, she finally came to the point. "I hope this
 doesn't shock you Kristen, but Peter and I were members
 on a swingers club based in Portland."

 We where doing our stretching/cooling-off exercises
 outside in the yard when she told me that, and I have
 to admit she had piqued my interest. I had never met
 anyone that was into that sort of thing before. Carmen
 didn't wait for me to say anything, but forged ahead
 with a nervous quiver in her voice. "You see the reason
 we moved into the hinterlands of Oregon is because
 Peter was becoming jealous of the relationships I was
 having with other men. He was doing it with other
 women, but just couldn't take it when I did the same
 thing."

 There I was - standing is a half crouch in mid-stretch
 - staring at this attractive woman fantasizing about
 her having sex with half the male population of
 Portland. I couldn't believe it. My mouth may have been
 open, I can't remember. But true to form, Carmen didn't
 let the silence draw out and quickly came to the point.
 "The reason I'm telling you my little secret Kristen,
 is that you said you did Internet work, and well, I
 don't have a computer, and was wondering if I could use
 yours to do a little e-mail with old flames, and maybe
 download a few pictures."

 That I understood. When I first started on the Inter-
 net, it hadn't taken long before I was trading smut
 with other smut worshipers. Even though I got over the
 picture phase, I still dabble in erotic texts, and a
 newsgroup or two.  "Sure Carmen, any time you want to,
 my schedule is super flexible and you can use my com-
 puter whenever the urge strikes," I smiled knowingly.

 She laughed at the smirk on my face and explained,
 "it's just that after all the sexual activity I'm used
 to, I need something extra to keep the intensity up.
 Peter is a great lover, but I find that I still need a
 little external stimulation to keep the spice in our
 sex."

 "No problem here, I do a little erotic story writing
 myself, Jeff and I read sexy stories to each other from
 time to time, and I know exactly what you mean." I felt
 that I did know what she meant, but as time would show,
 I was a real innocent compared to Carmen.

 She took me up on my offer immediately; dragging me up
 to my bedroom office and making me log on. Once I log-
 ged on the Internet for her, I told her to be sure to
 shut everything down and that I'd be in the kitchen
 cleaning up if she needed anything. She surprised me
 again by begging me to stay and meet her on-line
 friends. "I don't want to get into trouble with Peter,
 and I figure if you're here with me, it's more like us
 girls messing around than me surfing the swingers
 network." I tried to make an excuse, but Carmen pleaded
 with me to stay. Since I was curious anyway I let her
 talk me into staying.

 In short order Carmen was book-marking sites I'd never
 heard of before. Real-time chart-rooms, and newsgroups.
 She seemed to be well known in the chat rooms, and had
 her own hotmail account called Carmensex@hotmail.com. I
 was amazed at the amount of people she contacted in
 such a short time. And the things she said really
 opened my eyes. I guess Carmen wasn't exaggerating when
 she told me that her and Peter had been swingers. She
 went into one chat room and at least four guys told her
 how much they missed her, and praised her attributes to
 the skies.

 Well, after two hours of this I was shimmering. I'd
 never known anyone in real life who had had sex with so
 many people. I couldn't help it, I wondered how she
 stayed looking so good, when she must have abused her
 body with that kind of life style. Later that evening I
 barraged Carmen with lots of questions about the
 swinger sub-culture. She seemed to enjoy answering even
 the most intimate questions, apparently both of them
 kept exact figures on how many people they'd had sex
 with. Still, Carmen shocked me when she told me that
 she had been with 312 partners over the past 5 years,
 and not all of them had been men.

 Our relationship changed after that night. We shared
 our secret life - keeping what we were doing from both
 Peter and Jeff. I couldn't tell Jeff because Peter and
 him were becoming buddies, and I knew that Jeff would
 let something slip, and I didn't want to get Carmen in
 trouble with her husband.

 Things went on about the same for a month or so. Carmen
 would come over to my place in the evening when Jeff
 wasn't there, and we'd submerge ourselves in this per-
 verted world of swinging, cheating, sexual contact with
 other people who were actually doing it. Then about two
 weeks ago, after a particularly steamy evening of In-
 ternet surfing and chat; as Carmen was logging off she
 turned to me and put her hand on my leg and looked into
 my eyes searchingly.

 I almost jumped out of the chair. I'd just changed into
 my running gear, and had my running shorts and tank top
 on. Her hand on my exposed thigh really made me feel
 funny. I'd been turned-on all night because Carmen had
 been having some really imaginative cyber-sex with
 "Prince" one of her favorites, so my nerves were al-
 ready on end. I needed to run to wear off some of the
 sexual tension that had been building up in me. Carmen,
 who was gently massaging my thigh said, "I'd love to
 see you and Jeff make love to each other."

 You could have literally heard a pin drop in the room
 as I sat there looking back at her pretty smiling eyes.
 I was instantly aroused with fear. Up until Carmen had
 said that, my sexual excitement had been unfocused. I
 had been a spectator. But now with this pretty
 "experienced older woman" rubbing my leg, and staring
 into my eyes, I felt like I might faint at any moment.
 All I could think of to say was, "Jeff wouldn't go for
 that, and what about Peter?"

 "They don't have to know about it. I'm thinking about
 a little shared voyeurism. You can watch Peter and me
 as much as you want. You can even invite Jeff to watch
 if you want to."

 I was still stunned, "How. . . I don't know Carmen,
 that's maybe a little over the top don't you think? I
 mean if we go down that road, mightn't we mess up a
 good friendship?"

 Carmen looked worried, and quickly said, "Kristen I
 would never jeopardize our friendship, honest. I've
 just been fantasizing about you and Jeff for months
 now, and after being with you so many evenings cruising
 the swingers pages, and, well. . . listening to you
 guys through the wall, you know, well I just thought
 that maybe we knew each other well enough for me to
 suggest something that I know would be fun is all." 

 The idea was gaining appeal to me. If we could arrange
 to do this without being caught, it sounded like a
 maximum rush the more I thought about it. I wasn't
 ashamed about sex with Jeff, and the thought of this
 good looking woman watching me enjoy my boyfriend was
 turning me on like a jolt of electricity, after all, it
 was just watching. I smiled at Carmen and asked, "so if
 we did this crazy thing, how could we watch each other
 without the guys catching us?"

 "Simple sweetheart, a peephole." She said.

 "Huh? I thought you were talking about hiding in the
 wardrobe or something." I was confused now.

 "A strategically placed peephole in our adjoining bed-
 room wall. That way neither one of us will know when
 someone else is watching or not. It will heighten the
 sex act with our men every time." She was smiling
 radiantly at me now.

 I was so wet by this time I agreed with Carmen just so
 she would go home because I needed to relieve my sexual
 tension, and I wasn't ready for anyone to watch me do
 it. But she knew what I was trying to do, and she
 smiled and took my hand. Gently pulling me out of the
 chair, she playfully tugged the three steps to my bed.
 
 I knew what was happening, I just didn't know how to
 react. I wanted Carmen to leave, but I was so excited
 about the unknown. What was she going to do? I could
 actually feel my heart pounding in my throat, it was
 almost painful. As I sat on the bed Carmen knelt down
 in front of me and almost in a whisper said, "you'll
 like this, trust me Kristen." 

 I looked down at my lap and noticed that the front of
 my shorts had a small wet spot on them. I couldn't
 believe how hot I was; nothing like that had ever
 happened to me before. Numbly I watched as Carmen
 pulled the snap apart on the waistband of my clinging
 shorts. I continued to sit there as she pulled the
 zipper down. As she began to pull at the waistband
 trying to remove my shorts I realized that I didn't
 have any underwear on. I had a momentary flash of
 embarrassment at the thought of what Carmen would
 think when she saw I wasn't wearing any. Then the
 foolishness of that thought hit me full force. Here
 I was being undressed by another woman, and I was
 worried that she would think I was a slut or something.
 I started to giggle a little hysterically at the
 incongruity of the situation. 

 Within seconds of that thought Carmen had pulled my
 shorts off with a little help from me leaving me naked
 from the waist down, still giggling, or maybe a better
 word would be sobbing. I was so frightened that I
 didn't know if I was coming or going. Carmen gently
 pushed me backwards onto the bed, and placed my right
 hand between my legs. She whispered in my ear, "honey,
 I want to see you come, bring yourself off for Carmen,
 please come for me baby."