Shame was crawling up into my chest, but I'd gotten this far. "I really want you to fuck me. I want you to throw me on the bed, and fuck my brains out... Call me filthy names, smack my ass, and fuck me." When I reopened my eyes, I discovered him standing before me, his shirt removed, on the floor behind him with his shoes. His sweat pants were pulled down slightly, showing off his midriff. He wore no underwear, it seemed. And I could see his cock pressing against the front of his pants, twitching. She wanted him close, but was glad he wasn’t. “It would be wrong, wouldn’t it?”“And this isn’t?”Was it her imagination, or was Johnny’s arm moving that little bit faster? The fact that she could only see his arm and nothing more was an increasing source of frustration. She wanted to see what she would see if he was there in front of her, looking at her, and perhaps…“I’d be thinking of cumming on your tits.”“What?”“If I was Johnny.”Was that it? Was the lad imagining his stiff cock erupting, his. Even the silhouette thing didn’t induce any negative consequences… Women are not as voyeur as men. But there are exceptions and Maya is one of them. And I learned something else, too.We were hitting summer and the weather was really warm. Maya had a lot of stuff to do in the house, especially after one of those parties that create legendary messes…. I had offered to help her cleaning the place and we laughed a lot about how men can drink beer, how they behave and how loud they can be. After. I woke up on the first morning of the lockdown and I sat up in bed. There was the mirror, opposite me. My reflection had that sort of blurry still-half-asleep look, with big-bad-bed-hair and puffy eyes. But hey, she was sorta pretty, I thought. You know, I’d do her. And, knowing that I had nothing else to do, I thought I’d start the day on a high note. I wiggled down the length of the bed so I was sat on the edge, directly opposite the mirror. “Hello, pretty,” I said to myself.You have to love.