Caught!
I fumbled about looking for the TV remote and after searching the entire room, found it beneath the cushion I had originally been sitting on. When will I ever learn to look there first? Turning the TV off I noticed the bin was full and grabbed it to take outside. I had to check all the doors anyway and might as well save myself an extra trip. The sky was clear and the moon was almost full, there was no sign of the rain clouds that had blessed me earlier that day. As I scurried over to the bin I noticed there was one light on in the Williams' house. Knowing it was Kaylee's room I felt my heart miss a beat, she was still up!
I don't know what possessed me then, but I checked up and down the road and seeing nobody about I moved quickly across the street to hop over the low wall of the garden adjacent to the Williams' house. Leaning over the fence between the Williams' house and their neighbour was a single thick bough attached to an old pear tree. I had often climbed this tree and scrumped pears from it as a child although these days it was looking rather gnarled and produced little fruit. I was fairly sure if I climbed along that branch I would be able to knock on Kaylee's window. I felt a kind of awful fear at the possibility of being caught, yet something pulled me forward with irresistible force. I reached up and leapt to grasp the lowest part of the branch, then slowly pulled myself up to sit on it. I was thankful once again for my strong arms and the manual job that gave them to me.
Swinging my left leg over the branch I began to inch forward, trying to avoid making too much noise. It seemed a lot harder than it had when I was 12 years old. It's odd how an adult brain develops the imagination to see why falling 8 feet might not be a good thing. As I moved along it the branch began slowly dipping forward, my weight forcing it closer to the window sill that was my goal. It was then that I realised the curtains were not quite fully closed. Inside the room I could see the flickering of a TV, or perhaps a computer monitor. As I moved ever closer, I heard rhythmic moaning noises coming from the slightly open window. It sounded like two women enjoying themselves inside.
To say I was intrigued would be an understatement, agog would be nearer. All kinds of scenarios flashed before my mind, Shauna and Kaylee together in all of them. The reality was far more mundane, yet no less exciting. I could see the monitor (for such it was) and upon it there writhed two naked women enjoying each other as only two women can. I honestly don't remember much about the women though, because on the floor beneath it I could see a naked foot.
Now I can honestly say I have no foot fetish, I love to suck on a set of beautifully pedicured toes as much as the next man, but it's not really any different to any other erogenous zone for me. However, the thought that this foot was attached to Kaylee, and that Kaylee was watching porn, girl on girl porn at that, excited me terribly. Mesmerised for a moment I sat still, my jeans feeling uncomfortably tight as I watched her foot writhing as if she were moving about in her chair. All thoughts of knocking on the window were banished from my mind. As if controlled by someone else I began to sneak forward again, attempting to see more of this erotic scene.
A few more inches and I could see a second foot, occasionally it would rub against the first. It reminded me of the way Kaylee's fingers had entwined earlier that day, when she asked to come running with me. Her feet were trying to entwine, to increase the stimulation her body was receiving for by now it was obvious that she must be masturbating as she watched the lesbians perform in front of her. I could almost see one of her knees, and knowing how tantalizingly close I was to seeing her most private place I shifted again, then leaned forward still further. I was willing my eyes to grow stalks. Beneath me the branch creaked ominously, it's ragged tip strained against the window sill. For a moment I almost felt sanity return as the danger of the situation tried to impinge upon my thoughts, but I looked back at that enticing leg and knew I had to keep going, just a little further!
I sensed that Kaylee must be nearing her orgasm now, her feet appeared to be straining, reaching forward, and I could now make out a tiny butterfly tattoo just below the knee. I reached forward too, determined to see her fingers and her sparsely haired bush once more as she came. Just then the ominous creaking sound became a tremendous cracking sound and the branch gave way beneath me. Horrified, I attempted to grasp the window ledge in order to check my fall, but my fingers found no purchase on the narrow strip of PVC there and I felt myself tumbling downward.
I know, in my head, that falling 8 feet does not take long, but it felt like I was falling forever. I could see the moon shining down through the foliage of the tree above me. I had time to think about the fact that the branch I had been sitting on was obviously not as badly damaged as it had sounded. I had time to wonder why I had not noticed the butterfly tattoo below Kaylee's knee earlier that day. Then I felt the ground impacting with me. Almost one bone at a time my body juddered to a halt, the back of my head was last to hit. I blacked out.
I don't think I was out for long, a few seconds at most. When I came to I felt a sense of panic overwhelm me as I realised I could not breathe. For what felt like an eternity I lay there, desperately willing myself to gasp, to move, to run the hell away! I was still struggling to get air back in my lungs when I saw the window above me swing open and a shadowy head look out. Unfortunately my traitorous body chose that precise moment to remember the mechanism for breathing. I sucked in a gasp of air then shut my mouth, desperately trying to remain still. It was bizarrely difficult now, all my body wanted to do was curl up in a ball.
"Who's out there!?" Kaylee's voice sounded familiar, but wrong somehow. "You better leave or I'm calling the cops!"
I didn't think she had actually seen me. She seemed to be looking up and down the street, not down at the lawn where I lay. I stayed stock still, forcing my tortured body to take only slow, shallow breaths. Eventually the head disappeared and the window was closed. I lay there for a moment, then scuttled sideways along the front of the house, attempting to get out of line of sight in case she stuck her head back out of the window. I slipped through a gap in the hedge and then used it as cover to move closer to the street. After checking that the window and curtain of Kaylee's room were closed, I moved quickly across the street and back in through my front door. I stood with my back to the door for several minutes, trembling with pain and remembered fear before finally locking it. Then I moved slowly up the stairs, wincing every time my tender muscles had to work at a step.
In the bathroom I checked myself over in the mirrored shower after taking some pain killers. Several red patches gave notice of the sore spots beneath that would develop into bruises in due course. On the whole though I had got off remarkably lightly. I didn't fancy taking a shower so I simply dragged my naked body down the passage and dropped into my bed. It's against all the rules, I understand, to let yourself sleep if you might have a concussion. I was simply too exhausted to care however and fell into a pain filled sleep.
My battered body woke me up several times during the night and I was still in bed when Laura, my mother, stuck her head through the door.
"Are you getting up today Mister Slugabed? Have you forgotten we are going to see Nan and Gramps?" She smiled at me, then creased up her forehead in a frown of worry. "Are you all right sweetheart? You look a bit pale."
She came inside the room and made as if to pull back the covers, but I clung tight not wanting her to see my bruises.
"Mum!" I protested. "I've got nothing on, can't I get some privacy?"
Laura looked a bit surprised.
"Since when has that ever bothered you?" She stepped backward a little uncertainly. "You must be coming down with something, can I get you anything?"
"No thanks Mum, I think I will just try and sleep it off." I slumped back against the pillow, acting up a little. "I don't want to miss work tomorrow if I can help it."
"Well, OK then." She hovered in the door, clearly still not sure about leaving me. "They will be disappointed not to see you, but you're probably right. A good day's sleep will soon sort you out."
She finally left me there and I heard her talking with my dad downstairs. I heard him take the stairs three at a time and waited for the inevitable inquisition.
"You alright son?" My fathers work calloused hand gripped the door as he poked his head around it. "Mum says you're coming down with something."
"I'm alright!" I looked exasperatedly at him. "I can't believe she's got you clucking after me too."
"Well, you do look a bit off colour," he grinned. "But there's obviously not that much wrong with you, we'll see you first thing tomorrow then."
"You staying there overnight?" I was a little surprised. Nan and Gramps only lived 90 minutes away.
"No way!" Martin gave me a lecherous grin. "Your mum and I are gonna take in a show and make a dirty night of it since you ain't coming."
"TMI dad." I rolled my eyes at him. "Too much information!"
He laughed and left, his big feet clumping down the stairs. Shortly after that they called goodbye and I heard someone lock the door. I moved gingerly from the bed and crossed the room to my window to watch them leave, then headed straight for the bathroom. 'Painkillers and a shower, in that order' I thought to myself, then proceeded to clean my teeth instead.
I felt much better for getting a shower and after dressing in a shirt and jeans, actually made it down the stairs without feeling any real pain. As I was about to enter the kitchen the doorbell rang. Curious, I stepped to the door and unlocked it. As I started to open it however, it was pushed forcibly from the other side. Startled I stepped back, allowing Shauna to storm inside. She was wearing a long black leather duster, not unlike the one worn by Trinity in The Matrix films. Unlike Trinity however, her hair was mid-length and pale blonde with just a trace of darker hair showing at the roots. Shauna had never really liked the outdoors and her skin was pale, almost the colour of white china.
"Mark Candless!" She slammed the door behind her and deposited a black leather bag on the floor. "You filthy pervert!"
"What?" My mind raced over the possible things she might know, did she know what Kaylee and I had done yesterday? Or had Kaylee spotted me outside her window and told her sister?
"I know it was you outside my room last night." Her bright blue eyes bored into me. "How dare you spy on me like that?!"
"Your room?!" I was confused and not thinking terribly fast. "I thought it was Kaylee's room."
"So you were trying to spy on Kaylee?" If possible she looked even more irate. "That's meant to be better is it?!"
I was completely without a comeback at this point. Caught bang to rights I decided the best form of defence was attack.
"Well, what were you doing watching girl on girl porn?" I sounded more lecherous than righteous, but I pressed on, "Does your family know you're some kind of lesbo?"
*Crack!* Her hand made stinging contact with my left cheek and I reeled back, eyes suddenly watering from the pain.
"That's right perv!" She poked a stiff finger into my chest. "You better start crying. If I want to I can call the police right now and they are not gonna be worrying about me when I tell them about the freak living across the street."
She was right of course, lesbianism is not illegal. Peeping toms on the other hand are treated as only a few steps removed from rapists and child molesters by the police. I would be in a huge amount of trouble if she called them and she knew it. I decided to stop talking and find out what she wanted. To tell the truth I was a little scared of her, this was a side to Shauna I had never dreamt about, far less seen.
"I am going to teach you a lesson Mark." Shauna's fingers deftly began opening buttons on her coat. "Starting with the first lesson now....."
*Crack!* Her hand snapped out and delivered another stinging slap, this time to my right cheek.
"You never look at me without my permission!"
Her voice was was whiplike and I recoiled from it, stung by her tone and air of authority as much as I had been by the slap. I turned my face away as she continued to unbutton her shiny black outer layer. However, I didn't quite miss the look of triumph that filled her eyes as she saw me obey. My cheeks were still stinging and I desperately wanted to watch her slow and tantalising progress, but something stopped me. Something deep inside told me I had to obey her, this girl who had commanded my obedience since primary school now commanded me in a whole new way. I heard a zipper and she removed something from the bag she had dropped on the floor
"OK slut!" Her use of this feminine word both shocked and somehow thrilled me.