There are benefits to living in a narrow,
cramped house on stilts. We’ve got a joined kitchen and living room and small
3x3 metre bedrooms and my buddy Eric lives in what’s supposed to be a storage
room beneath the house. The rental crisis and yadda yadda and so on and so
forth and the likes and such.
No, the sole benefit is his mate
Liv who has the master upstairs and it’s on my mind at the moment because it’s
directly above my room, and right now I can’t stop listening to the floorboards
creak and the headboard tap-tap-tapping the wall as she fucks my other
roommate, Dan. Both of them love the gym and they’re both blonde and they’re
both perfect and my dick is in my hand as I imagine the sweat dripping off
Liv’s forehead as she rides his long meaty cock. Her big tits bouncing as she
sits up and takes his length, smirking down at him as she runs her hand down
his hairy chest, and oh my god I wish I was there in the room with them, just a
fly on the wall, literally as small as a fly, watching from the bedside table
as these two chiselled gods make love to each other and rock my world. I swear
the whole house shudders with each thrust.
There’s a knock on my door.
“DONT COME IN!” I yell, way too
frantically.
“Dude, relax.” It’s Eric and he
opens my door and I quickly pull up the covers and peer at him. “I was just
wondering if I could use your butter,” he says.
“Oh… yeah. Sure.”
He smiles at me and looks at the
ceiling. He shakes his head and closes the door without another word.
I groan as I rub my hand along my
hard cock. I’m such a fucking embarrassment. I want to lick the sweat off Liv’s
feet when she comes home from the gym and kiss her biceps after a pump. I try
not to think of Dan, but I can’t help it and it only makes me harder when I try
to ignore that mountain of a man. They continue this ritual each night and I’m
always drained by the morning.
A few days later and it’s the
middle of the week and Dan and Eric are at work. Liv and I are lying on the
couches watching Succession, she got back from the gym half an hour ago. Our
couch is arranged like an L with its back against the wall. Liv’s head lies on
the armrest and my head is somewhere near the crook of the L. I’m swimming in
the salty scent of her post workout feet but I don’t say anything. The bottom
of her white socks are soiled grey on the ball and toes and she occasionally
fidgets and scrunches them but I try not to look too long.
I like Succession. The characters
are interesting, I hate them but I love them and I’d be lying if I didn’t want
to know what happens to that little weasel. Liv loves succession and she’s been
getting me to watch it with her as she goes about her third rewatch. She calls
Kendall baby girl and since I relate to his daddy issues, I sometimes think
that if Liv knew me better maybe she’d call me the same thing while my heads in
her lap and she strokes my hair.
“Were you whacking off to me and
Dan last night?” Liv says.
I blink. Everything stops for a
moment and resumes when I feel ice cold as the blood drains from my face. I
can’t stop thinking about their bodies writhing atop each other in the dark.
“What?” I say.
“I said were you whacking off to
the sound of me fucking Dan last night?”
I turn to face her and she’s
looking at me with her eyebrow cocked.
“What?” I say again.
“You are such a
little squirmer.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking
about.”
“Eric told me he caught you.”
Fucking prick.
“It’s called a joke,” I say.
“Oh really?”
“Yeah.” I settle back onto the
couch and try to play it cool. “He’s taking the piss.”
We watch for a little longer but
when the episode ends Liv gets up and grabs her phone and walks upstairs. Under
the coffee table I see her discarded gym shoes and I practice a few moments of discipline
before I lean over and pick them up and sniff the insoles deeply. She wears a
Men’s size 13 and the soles are almost black in the shape of her wide foot. It
smells like rubber and a cheddary funk and I’m such a piece of shit to invade
her privacy like this but that’s what makes turns me on even more, so I’m caught
in some perpetual loop of hatred and arousal and time is a flat circle. C’est
la vie I say.
Two nights later our house is alive
with commotion as the beers flow and we’re all gathered in the living room
sprawled on the couches red faced and laughing. Liv guarantees she could beat
Eric in an arm wrestle and he uses his wit to fight back but it doesn’t last
long before he crumbles and they kneel beside the coffee table and link hands.
Dan goes to get another beer and he asks if I want another. Yes please. Liv
taunts Eric and tells him he’s a tiny little man and Eric calls her Bigfoot.
They call me over to adjudicate. I hold their hands and countdown from three
and they’re off. Liv’s brow furrows and she’s got a wicked grin on her face as
her bicep bulges and a vein pops along it, Eric can barely keep up and his
cheeks go red and he lets out a huff of air as his arm gets pushed further and
further down.
“Jesus,” he breathes.
“Fuckin’…. Easy!” Liv shouts as she
smacks his hand on the glass. When Dan returns he’s laughing at Eric and egging
him on to go again.
“No way, she’s been snorting
creatine.” He’s exhausted.
“Come on Finn get over here, lemme
show you who’s boss.”
I love when Liv gets like this,
when she’s all amped up and braggadocios. I kneel across from her.
“You know I have no chance.”
“Damn right.”
Her hand swallows mine and she
could just yank me over the table if she wanted. She drums her fingers along
the outside of my hand and I almost whimper when she squeezes it. Dan places
his larger calloused hand over both of ours and counts us in. I try my best but
Liv let’s out a hot rush of air from her nose and quickly moves my arm sideways
and it smacks against the glass louder than Eric’s did.
“Dan you’re next!” She throws my
hand away and Dan pushes me aside as he kneels down too. I take my beer and
retreat to my room a little while later, I’m not embarrassed but it’s this
other weird feeling caused by being physically bested by a woman who’s ten
times stronger than me. You can imagine the one.
Next week, it’s Liv and I’s session
of Succession again and we’re lying in the same position. This time I angle
myself so I’m lying on my side which means I have unmitigated access to
watching the bottom of her socked soles. I scooch a touch closer and I swear
the smell of her feet is so powerful it’s almost too much. It’s salty and fresh
and my nose wrinkles instinctively from the warm earthy musk. Her feet are best
described as beefy, the kinda feet that belong to girls who are a little more
heavy set, where their toes are pudgy and fat and squish together and their
whole foot is puffy and broad and just generally… big. I want to press my face
against her socks so bad they look so soft and they stink and I’m not even
paying attention to the show.
Her feet part and Liv is staring
down at me through the long muscled tunnel of her legs.
“Having fun down there?”
“Sorry, I was falling asleep
sorry.”
That made her cackle. “Oh my god
Finn. I’ve been watching you ogle my feet for the last ten minutes.”
“I wasn’t.”
“Oh right, so you just like curling
up at my feet while we watch TV?”
“I was dozing off.”
“No Finn, you always do that. Do
you think I haven’t noticed how you get in that position every time we lie like
this?”
I’m unsure of how to respond.
“Do you like my feet? Is that it?
God, and I just got back from the gym. Or do you like that too?”
She’s staring right at me, there’s
something of a smirk on the corner of her lips but I feel like if I say
anything I might get on my hands and knees and start barking uncontrollably.
“I should go. I’m sorry.” I stand
up and her hand snags my wrist and sits me back down on the couch and she sits
up herself.
“I want you to admit it.”
“Admit what?”
“You’re such a pest. If you admit
it, I’ll let you get as close and personal as you want.”
Hook, line and - “okay you got me.
I like your feet. Dans not gonna beat the shit out of me, is he?”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Uh, okay.”
“Did you think that Dan was fucking
me last night?”
“Well, it goes both ways doesn’t
it.”
“I was doing the fucking,” she
says, pulling me closer and runs her nail gently down the length of my forearm,
“with a cock about this big.” She glances at the tent in my shorts and looks
back at me with a smile. “What do you think of that?”
I swallow and breathe. “That’s
fucking hot,” I say.
She snorts and pats my cheek.
“You’re cute.” She stands up and I’m too awestruck to remind her of our deal as
she stretches out her back and her triceps and traps harden. “And
unsurprising.” She gathers her things, her gym shoes included, and walks
upstairs, leaving me in the middle of an important episode of Succession where
I don’t even know what’s happening. They’re in congress, and from what I
gather, you can’t make a tomlette without cracking a few greggs.
The next morning I’m standing by
the sink pouring myself a tea, staring blankly at the water as it turns brown
when I hear footsteps on the front stairs. In comes Liv stomping careless and
heavy, chatting away on her phone, she’s red and sweaty from a run. “He loves
it, seriously… yes that Dan.” She giggles and stops in the kitchen and leans on
the counter. We make eye contact and she raises her brow in short
acknowledgment. I turn back to my tea and keep listening. “No you’re so right,
it’s hard to pick with some guys but like, I have a radar for these things… oh
yeah, he’s such a little bitch.” She laughs. “Did I tell you what happened
yesterday? So you know that other guy that moved in recently? Yeah him, the
short one.” I turn around because they’re talking about me and Liv is already looking
at me and she smugly waves her fingertips at me. “We were watching TV and he
was practically drooling over my feet… yeah, and I just got back from the gym
too, like, they were rank…I know, it’s always the foot guys… no but get this,
this little shit openly admits to me that he was jerking off to the sound of me
fucking Dan a few nights before,” she bursts into laughter. “Yup, I told him.
You should’ve seen his face. It was so red.” It was incredibly red. “I swear
men are just not what they used to be.”
I took my tea and left the kitchen,
I made my way to the side of the house and entered Eric’s room. He’s painting
the underside of his skateboard deck.
“Yo,” he says.
“Why the fuck did you tell Liv I
was having a wank over her.”
“What?” He scoffs. “Were you
actually?”
“What?”
“I mean, I was joking, but that’s
hilarious.”
“You’re a cunt mate.”
“Says the one getting hard over
moving furniture.”
I walk away from his hobbit hole
scorned.
That night the creaking and tapping
rattles from the ceiling again and the image of Liv and Dan is much clearer in
my mind. This time it’s Dan on his hands and knees while Liv triumphantly rides
him from behind, she’s much bigger in my dreams though and I don’t imagine she
has a strap on, instead she has her own cock and her big balls slap into his
each time she thrusts and the bed screeches across the floor. Dan whimpers and
Liv grabs his hair and pulls it back as she leaves red scratch marks down his
back and she growls in his ear that he’s half the man she is and this is what a
real cock feels like. She pulls out and lays the length of her shaft on his
back and lets him feel the girth of it before she continues to rub it up and
down the crack of his ass and over his back and then hot cum erupts over his
shoulders and I erupt too in a panting fit.
It’s afternoon by the time I wake
up and Eric is reading Moby Dick in the kitchen.
“Afternoon sir,” he says.
“Finished early today?” I say as I
open the fridge and look around for something to eat.
“Yup.” He continues reading and I
decide I’ll just make scrambled eggs. As I’m whisking Eric puts his book down
and speaks up. “Hey have you seen Dan recently?”
I hadn’t in the last two days. “Nah
but, there was… action last night.”
“Weird. His doors locked but no
one’s answering.”
“Right.”
“Anyway,” he slaps his book shut
and stands up. “I’m garn skate park.” He packs his tote bag and grabs his board
and away he goes.
It is weird though, Dan’s not one
to be an introvert. When I finish breakfast, I walk upstairs and can’t help
myself but peer into Liv’s room briefly and like Ahab I spot the whale of my
obsession, sitting there proudly on her dresser is an enormous clear dildo
attached to a harness and I’m so scared of it that I can’t bring myself to
snoop any further and shut the door fast. Dan’s bedroom is a few paces down and
locked shut. I knock.
“Dan?” I knock again. “Dan are you
in there?”
“Go away,” he replies softly but,
it’s not the deep voice I’ve come to know.
“Are you okay?”
“Finn… drop it.”
“Come on man, talk to me, what’s
up?”
No reply.
“I won’t judge, I won’t laugh. I’ll
just stand here and listen.”
“I - I don’t know how to say it.
You won’t make a big deal?”
“I promise.”
The door unlocks and swings open
and there stands Dan in a rugby shirt that goes to his knees, that’s the
kicker, he’s shorter than me. A whole lot shorter, like he used to tower over
me and now he looks like a kid, and he’s not built like a brick shithouse
anymore, he’s scrawny and sickly looking.
“Oh, wow,” I say.
I’m not laughing because my mind is
running wild thinking how can I get this to happen to me.
“Oh man,” he turns away and flops
on his bed. “I don’t know what the fuck’s happening to me.”
“When did this happen?”
“Yesterday.”
“Did you take anything?”
“I fucking shrunk Finn.” He sinks
his face into a pillow. “I don’t take anything,” he says all muffled.
I’m standing there awkwardly in the
entrance to his room and I’m really no help at all because god help me if I
can’t stop imagining this little diminished version of Dan being railed by the
brutish Liv and I so badly wish that it was me instead. It’s as if my thoughts
have some twisted power to listen and act because it’s exactly then when the
front door slams shut and Liv’s voice echoes through the house.