It was going to be another sleepless night, she could tell. The rhythmic bumping against the bedroom wall was just the overture for the arias Robin would be performing not much later.

The thing that she hated about living alone was just how lonely it was. She couldn’t get a pet: her apartment didn’t allow any pets except cats and fish. Fish sucked as pets––it’s not like they welcomed you when you got home or anything––and her allergy to cats ruled them out.

It was just what Beth needed. It wasn’t enough that she was already exhausted from overtime at her boring-as-hell data entry job, or that the blind date her friend Violet set up with Joe couldn’t end fast enough. No, now she had to listen to the neighbors having their usual noisy sex.

Sighing, she flopped over in irritation. It wouldn’t be so bad if the walls in the building weren’t so thin, but they were. It wasn’t like she could even be mad at the Nortons; they were always really nice, which almost made it worse. Robin was really pretty and always so thoughtful: when Beth first moved in six months ago, Robin was the first to come over and welcome her to the building with an invitation to dinner. And Steve, when he was there, was genuinely sweet, not at all what she expected when Robin mentioned that he worked in advertising. Steve was warm and genuine and quite sexy—Beth always had a weakness for chin clefts, but tried not to think about that or his smile. Together, they seemed like a happy couple. Or at least, they would, if not for some of the things they talked about during sex.

Beth knew that some people liked to fantasize during sex. Andy used to like to and that was exciting—at least, until she found out that he was living out those fantasies on the side, the two-timing bastard.

But the kinds of fantasies they talked about…they always talked about some really degrading things: threesomes, orgies, always with Robin being with others while Steve watched. It was weird that he was the one telling the stories as often as not.

Beth put in her earplugs, pulled her pillow over her head and hoped that would be enough for tonight.

Steve collapsed on Robin, spent. She gently rolled them over and nestled up against his chest. “Do you think she’s asleep yet?”

“Hm? Dunno….yeah, I think so. I think I can hear her gentle snoring now. I never thought I’d say this, but her snore is cute.”

Robin smiled absently, still a bit euphoric. “She’s such a cutie, that Beth…”

Steve looked at her quizzically. “‘Cute’? Is that the word you’re using today?”

Giggling, Robin flicked his ear. “Cute, pretty, sexy, whatever…”

Sighing contentedly, he just nodded in agreement.

“That’s all you’ve got to say? When you first saw her, I thought your eyes were gonna pop out of your head when you were looking at her butt!”

“Well, sure, she does have a great ass. Great curves…”

“And what would you like to do to her ass?”

Steve grinned deviously. “Here, let me show you…”

“Haven’t you had enough tonight?”

“Hey, I’ll be the judge of when I’ve had enough, thank you…although yeah, I was just kidding.”

“So, think that she’d be interested?”

“Well, there’s only one way to find out.”

The Nortons chuckled together. After a few minutes of deliberation they curled up together and fell asleep themselves, ready to begin their seduction of Beth.

Beth’s hand shot out from under the covers to hit the snooze button. After a few attempts, she finally hit it and tried to ignore the knowledge that it was going to sound again in five minutes. She stumbled out of bed after repeating the process a few more times.

In the shower, sleep-deprivation forced her to forego her usual morning start with the removable shower head. Fatigue always killed her libido.

Getting through the day was rough, and the fact that she was already having the day from hell didn’t help when Violet called to ask how it went with Joe. Violet practically accused her of falling asleep during dinner, so Beth shot back that he couldn’t stop talking about himself. They wound up yelling at each other. Beth always thought Violet was interested in Joe herself and her reaction to Beth’s version of the story just confirmed it. It was a stupid fight but Beth wasn’t in the mood to be reasonable.

The end of week status meeting was ridiculous as well. Of course they were behind schedule––as always, management was too cheap to hire enough people to do the project right and the records per hour rate they were asking practically guaranteed an increase in errors.

She was just starting to daydream when her mobile phone started humming. The boss flashed a dirty look, offended that someone could have made an honest mistake like forgetting to turn off a phone before walking into what was supposed to be a ten-minute meeting.

So it was a relief when the meeting was over and she could see who called. It was Robin. Beth didn’t really have the time to talk but figured she could use a sanity break so stepped outside to return illegal bahis the call. For the dozenth time this month went back on her promise to herself to quit smoking by promptly lighting up as soon as she was out the door.

“Hi, Robin.”

“Beth, you sound upset. Are you all right?”

Beth sighed. “Yeah, it’s just been a tough day and I didn’t sleep well last night.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. Do you want to talk about your day over dinner?”

“Robin, you’re a lifesaver! I really wasn’t looking forward to cooking when I got home.”

“Great! Why don’t you come by when you get home?”

“Thanks, Robin! I really appreciate the offer. Can I bring anything?”

“Well, I’m making pasta with a tomato-based sauce so if you could pick up some Chianti or maybe Barbera that would be nice.”

“Sure thing. I drive past a good wine shop on the way home anyway.”

“If they’re any good, you’re going to have to tell me about the place. Well, I know you must be busy, so I won’t keep you. See you tonight?”

“Yeah, I should be there around 6 or 6:30.”

Fighting through the traffic on the way home was only slightly less painful than usual, maybe because Beth knew that someone else was cooking tonight. Two bottles of respectably priced Chianti rested in a bag on the passenger side floor. There was something about the shape of the bottles that reminded her strongly of cocks and a few times, she had to wrest control back from her subconscious as she found herself daydreaming about sex. That always happened when she didn’t start her day right.

By the time Beth arrived at the Norton’s place clutching the bottles of wine, she couldn’t stop thinking about the resemblance. It was a good thing that she was running a little later than she intended or she might have taken a few minutes for alone time to take the edge off. She didn’t even take the time to change out of her work clothes. Her black skirt and pink blouse were a little dressy for dinner with the neighbors, but after the day she had, the wine was already calling her name pretty loud. Her frustration must have been why, when she knocked on the door, she knocked harder than she intended.

The door opened to reveal a surprised-looking Robin, who must have gotten a haircut either today or yesterday in a pixie cut that really showed off her elegant bone structure. She was wearing a light green short-sleeved blouse with black capris and a cute pair of bright green sandals with white polka dots. The blouse accentuated her athletic form and the capris showed off her calves to good effect.

“Beth! That was a lot louder than I expected!”

Beth grinned sheepishly. “Yeah, sorry ’bout that: I was working off some frustration.”

“Well, come on in. Ah, two bottles? Thanks! If you could set them down on the table, that would be great. I’ll get some glasses.”

Beth walked into the apartment and headed towards the kitchen table. On the way, she noticed that in the corner of the main room was a new computer with a flat-panel monitor resting on an immaculate desk. She resolved to ask Robin and Steve about that: she could use a new one but wasn’t very knowledgeable about the things.

Setting the wine down on the table, she noticed that the table was set only for two. “Robin, is Steve going to be joining us?”

“I got a call a little while ago that he was tied up with work and wouldn’t be able to get out for at least another two hours, so he said he would get something in the office while finishing up instead of making us wait for him.”

Beth found the corkscrew and began opening the wine. “So it’s just us girls for dinner, huh?”

“Looks like,” Robin answered as she approached the table, wine glasses in hand.

“Sounds like fun,” observed Beth as she accepted the glasses and poured the wine.

Robin looked at her neighbor. She knew Beth had a bad day so despite the younger woman’s show of cheerfulness, Robin could sense an undercurrent of tension. She also couldn’t help admiring the way Beth’s skirt showed off her long legs and forced herself to look away just before Beth turned around with the wine.

Robin saluted Beth with her glass and said, “To the weekend.”

Beth clinked her glass against Robin’s and took a long, soulful drink. “So I saw your computer in the corner and wanted to ask you about it. I like the flat-panel. Those are pretty expensive, aren’t they?”

Robin rolled her eyes. “You’ll have to ask Steve. I don’t really know much about computers, but he insisted that he had to get it a few months ago, and you know what they say about boys with their toys…Why don’t we move over to the couch?”

Beth laughed as she moved in that direction. “Honestly, what is that about?”

The older woman just shrugged and smiled as she sat down. “They have their toys, we have ours. I guess it all evens out.”

“I guess so. I asked because I was thinking about getting a new one myself.”

“If I know my husband, he’ll be thrilled to help.”

As Beth looked at the computer, she noticed illegal bahis siteleri a camcorder hooked up to it. “Is that a digital camcorder?”

“Yup. Sometimes, Steve tests out new equipment to recommend stuff to his boss. This one is pretty new, too.”

“Wow, what do you use it for,” Beth asked as she took another drink.

“Adult home videos.”

Beth nearly spat out her wine. “What?”

“Well, you did ask. Steve and I have a rule: you can ask us any question but be sure you want to know the answer.”

“Um…wow.” Beth finished her glass and Robin, ever the attentive host, got up to fetch the bottle from the kitchen table.

“So…you guys record it when you, uh, do it?”

“Yes we do. It’s actually a lot of fun. I guess you’ve never done it, huh?”

“God, no! Hell, none of my boyfriends could even talk me into letting them take nude pictures of me!”

“Really? That’s a shame, you know: I think you’re very pretty. I guess I don’t understand how it would be so difficult for you, looking like you do.”

Beth laughed. “Are you serious? I’m overweight, grouchy and not particularly photogenic.”

“Beth, listen to me when I tell you that you’re none of those things, especially the photogenic bit. You’re actually quite photogenic: good bones work well for the camera. You also have good coloration, which helps more than you might think. And you’re so warm by nature that it would translate to film really well, I think.”

“Easy for you to say, Robin: you’ve done it. And besides, you’re stunning: I mean, look at you. Petite, high cheekbones, perfect eyebrows, full lips, confident…you must turn a lot of heads.”

“Look, I’m not going to play this game with you, Beth. The fact is that while you may not think much of the way you look, I do. Hell, Steve thinks you’re gorgeous, too. He sees a lot of pretty women in his line of work, but he doesn’t talk about any of them the way he talks about you.”

Beth almost dropped her glass. “Pardon?”

“Please, you didn’t know that he’s got a little crush on you?”

“Robin, I had no idea! I’m sorry, I didn’t—I never said—”

“Relax, Beth: it’s fine; truth be told, so do I.”

Robin got up to open the other bottle. “Look. Steve and I are very open about the way we feel. Honesty is good for us and our relationship. He can get his appetite anywhere he wants, but he’s always coming home to eat, you know?”

“I guess that makes sense…but wait, you guys talk about me, then?”

Robin grinned as she re-filled the glasses. “Remember what I said about being sure you want to know the answer before you ask me something?”

Beth paused. The wine was starting to go to her head a bit as her sense of propriety warred with her curiosity. In most battles, there is a clear victor and a clear loser, and so it was here.

“So…do you?”

“Do we what, dear?”

“Do you guys talk about me? In, you know…a sexual way?”

“Yes we do.”

“Jeez, Robin! I don’t want you guys thinking about me like that!”

“Why not? Really, what harm is there?”

“Because I’m not comfortable with it!”

“Are you sure? Tell me, do you think it’s warm enough in here?”

“Huh?”

“It’s a simple question: do you think it’s warm enough in here?”

“Well, maybe a little too warm, but I think that’s the wine…Wait: why?”

“Look down.”

As Beth looked down, she realized what Robin meant: her nipples were practically poking through her bra. With her free hand she quickly covered them as her face burned.

Mortified, Beth couldn’t speak as Robin continued smoothly, “You see, you say you aren’t comfortable with it, but I’ve seen you check out Steve. One night, I’m fairly certain that I heard you call out his name, in fact. So whether or not you’re “comfortable” with it, some part of you is interested.”

Hoarsely, Beth whispered, “Interested in what?”

“I think that you know the answer to that better than I do, Beth. It’s OK, you know: my husband is a very good-looking and very sexy man. I know he is.”

“Look, Robin, you guys have been really nice and I appreciate it, but this is pretty weird. Thanks for the invitation, but I think I should be going.” Beth got up.

“Beth, there’s no reason for you to feel awkward—”

“—Robin, I can hear you guys at night, you know. I know the kinds of things you talk about.”

“Yes, we know. But did you ever bang on the wall, to let us know to keep it down? No. Did you ever mention in any of our conversations that you’re able to hear into our apartment? No. You might as well admit it Beth: you’re fascinated.”

“Well, so what if I am? That doesn’t make any of this right.”

“Beth, I know the truth. You have a crush on my husband. I don’t understand what the big deal is. I know it, he knows it and you know it. We all know. So where’s the harm, exactly”?”

“Fine, OK, so I do have a crush on your husband, all right? Is that what you wanted to hear? I sometimes dream about your husband and that one million watt canlı bahis siteleri smile of his.”

Smiling, Robin looked at her. “See, was that so difficult?”

“Well, no…I guess not.”

“And did anything change in our friendship?”

Giggling a little, Beth admitted, “I guess if we’re both all right with it, I suppose it didn’t.”

As Robin re-filled their glasses, she smiled. “What did I tell you?”

Beth lifted hers. “Well, I guess we should drink to honesty, huh?”

“To honesty, then.”

Beth reflected. It wasn’t such a big deal, to admit that she dreamt about Steve. Besides, if he had a little crush of his own, then they were all kinda even, right? Robin’s revelation that she also had a bit of a crush on her was a bit weird.

“Hey, Beth, I need to see to dinner. Why don’t you put the TV on, see if anything interests you?” I won’t be more than another ten minutes: I just put the pasta in the water.”

“Can I help you with anything?”

“Not really, but thanks for offering.”

“Are you sure?”

Robin laughed. “Yes, I’m sure, but you’re sweet to offer.”

“All right, if you say so.”

Beth found the remote easily enough. They used the same universal remote that Violet used, so working through the options was easy enough. Out of curiosity, she saw there was a disc in the DVD player, so changed to see what was in. She instantly felt very awkward. Right there, in the center of the screen, was Robin, naked. She was riding a man, presumably Steve, and the look of wanton joy on her face as she grinned directly into the camera was spellbinding.

Dumbfounded, Beth unpaused the disc and watched the action. The volume was already muted, but there was no need to fill the silence as the woman in the video was obviously quickly approaching a climax, judging from her gradually more exaggerated motions. Then, with what must have been one of Robin’s aria-like screams, she collapsed forward.

That segment faded to black as a new segment began. The focus changed to the side of the bed. A man’s hand was gently pushing Robin’s head down to a very swollen cock. Just before contact, she looked right into the camera and winked. Then, licking her lips, she took him in her mouth.

“I see you’ve found one of our videos,” Robin observed cheerfully.

“Robin! Hi…I, uh—I was…”

“I think this is one of my better ones,” she continued. “I’m not crazy about the light, though…”

“Uh, yeah…I’m sorry, I didn’t think—”

“—that it was going to be one of our special videos? Of course you didn’t—how would you have known? Don’t worry, Beth: I’m much too open about myself to be embarrassed by sex of all things. Here, I think your glass needs refreshing.”

As Robin leaned over to fill her glass, the angle was such that Beth found herself staring directly at the woman’s breasts. They looked better in reality than on the video, she reflected. Robin turned to put the wine back on the table and Beth noticed the graceful turn of her calves before realizing with a start that she was checking Robin out.

Embarrassed, she looked away, only to look directly at the TV, where something slightly confusing was taking place. In this portion, the camera was once again at the side of the bed and Steve was behind her, but something didn’t look right about the angle. He was higher––

“Hey, Beth, are you hungry? Dinner’s ready.”

“So you’re awfully quiet, Beth. Is everything all right?”

“Hm? No, everything’s fine, Robin: I’m sorry, I’m a little…well, weirded out by what I’ve seen and heard. I mean, the conversation about crushes, the pictures on the camcorder—”

Robin smiled. “They aren’t the most flattering really, are they? Ah, well, that’s what airbrushing is for.”

“No, no, no…I mean…aren’t you afraid that someone might get the files on your computer?”

Robin tossed her head back with a cheery laugh. “Ah, Beth…No, I’m not afraid. Steve keeps everything on a separate hard drive that we never leave hooked up unless he’s actually working on one of the movies. Besides, other people already have gotten some of the files,” she concluded archly.

Uncertain and unwilling to understand precisely, Beth stammered, “What do you—you can’t mean that you—do you guys actually sell these?”

The older woman nodded. “We certainly do. Actually, it isn’t bad money.”

“You aren’t serious!”

“I’m perfectly serious. There’s a huge market for ‘amateur’ films: it’s the fastest growing segment of the adult video market, has been for years now.”

“But aren’t you afraid that someone will see you, know who you are?”

“Not really. Steve always makes some adjustments to make it hard to identify us.”

“It looked like you in the video on the DVD player.”

“Steve hasn’t gotten to that one yet. We just shot that one last night.”

Before she could stop herself, Beth responded, “So that’s what I heard, huh?”

Robin smiled. “Sorry about that. We can get a little vocal sometimes and it’s easy to forget—”

“Well, I suppose that’s fair: if there’s any time you should be in the moment, I suppose it’s sex.”

Robin picked up her glass. “Why don’t we head back to the living room? I don’t feel like dealing with this,” gesturing at the table, “just now.”