Fascination Street

Fascination Street
copyright 2005

Chapter 1
  “Oh my God! I think she’s giving him a blow job right in their driveway,” Zora said.

Not that he would doubt his perceptive if not overly-horny girlfriend, Grant Valente let out a heavy
breath as he stepped over packing boxes and balled newspapers to the front windows, devoid of
curtains.

Placing a hand on Zora’s back as he stood next to her, he peered out of the window.

“Looks like a guy getting into his car,” he said.

“Then why is he taking so long to get inside?”

Although Grant hadn’t met any of the neighbors yet in the nearly vacant cul-de-sac, he did recognize
this guy. Too cool for words, the man looked like he could walk into any room and be the center of any
activity. Grant even noticed how Zora had looked at him, smiling more than usual and smoothing back
her long, chocolate brown hair. He would have been jealous if didn’t think he could trust her.

The day Grant and Zora pulled up to their new home in their rented moving van, his neighbor looked at
him like he was Mr. Softie and had a ton of ice cream in the back. Looking at him now, his head visible
above the roof of his Lexus, he did look a little too satisfied about getting in his car. And why was he
taking so long to open the door?

Grant noticed how his head tilted back. His eyes were closed. Lowering his head, Grant tried hard to
peer through the window of his neighbor’s expensive ride to see if there was a woman on her knees in
front of him. But his dark tinted windows prevented him from seeing anything.

But then he recognized the international guy sign of receiving oral sex. His neighbor brought his hand
down in front of him, probably to put it to the back of the woman’s head, and his head swayed back and
forth like he was thrusting in and out of her mouth.

Just the idea that someone could be that brazen stirred Grant’s cock. His pulse raced. The sweat that
covered his body from all of the heavy lifting he’d done so far that morning couldn’t cool his body.

“Honey?” Zora said with a questioning lilt to her voice.

He broke his gaze for a moment and noticed how his hand stroked her back, making small circles, as
though on its own volition. He stopped it to lessen her suspicions.

With the move and the new job, it had been a while since the two of them had had sex...well risky sex like
they used to. Even his happy hand realized that.

“Does that turn you on?” she asked as though she dared him to say yes.

Instead he answered, “Come on. You’re trying to tell me you don’t find the idea of giving and receiving
oral sex in public isn’t a turn on?”

When the air conditioner clicked off, their neighbor’s moans could be heard through the closed
windows of their house. Welcome to the neighborhood.

“Now I know you heard that,” she said. “And yes, the idea of giving my man a blow job in public is a
turn on to me. I just don’t know if I could do it.”

She stood up straight and crossed her arms over her chest. Sure Grant had heard it. So had his dick,
which was now engorged and ready to slip into a home of its own.

“Why not? We used to do things like this all of the time,” he said, keeping his gaze directed below to
see who the woman was who could give a man such a great send-off.

“So you want me to start giving you early morning oral sex for all of our neighbors to see and hear?”
Zora picked up a rag to finish her dusting.

He turned to her. “Would you?”

For that, he got a pop on his backside from the rag she held. “Honey, you know I’m willing to do
anything at any time with you. But let’s see who’s in the neighborhood first. Sure there’s only our four
houses here. But we just got here. What if there are kids living in the other two houses? Better yet.
What if they have children and they’re looking out of the window at them?”

“I don’t think they would be that irresponsible.”

His neighbor’s face contorted into a grimace as he pounded his fist onto the roof of his car. Grant held
his breath as though he released with him. Once the guy’s face relaxed, a smile hitched up at the
corner of his mouth. Grant did catch that satisfied expression from his window.

“I think he’s done.” He laughed but Zora didn’t join in on the amusement.

When Grant caught the slow rise of the woman who had been hidden behind the car, his eyes widened.

“Holy shit!” he exclaimed.

“What? What?” Zora rushed back to the window.

“She must be a model or a Playboy Playmate or---”

“A hooker,” she said, interrupting his thoughts.

“Real nice, Zo.”

“Okay, maybe a dancer. An exotic dancer.”

He couldn’t take his eyes off of the statuesque Nubian beauty. Never in a million years would he
suspect that a clean-cut guy like that would pair up with someone outside of his race.

Grant turned back to Zora. “At least we have something in common. Looks like he likes a little brown
sugar too.” He playfully slapped Zora’s rounded ass cheek.

She tried ducking away from him but he popped her anyway.

“Except my brown sugar is all honey.”

“Will you stop calling my brown sugar?” She shook her head. “Now you make me sound like an exotic
dancer.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

She smirked and continued cleaning up their mess. Grant turned his attention back to his amorous
neighbors. Mr. and Mrs. Freaky Sex.

His neighbor looked like he was over six feet tall. She stood nearly eye-to-eye with him. Her walnut-
colored skin looked soft and smooth unlike Zora’s honey colored skin that he wanted to lick all of the
time.

The Playmate wore a pink, lacey negligee that had skinny straps holding it up, only one of the straps fell
off of her shoulder and nearly exposed her large, gravity-defying breasts. Grant licked his tongue over
his lips as he stared at the duo.

The woman adjusted his pants, smoothed her hands down his collar, fixed his necktie then kissed him
on his lips.

“Just a kiss, buddy?” Grant mumbled to himself. “Give her something to look forward to when you get
back home.”

And as though the two could hear him, the guy pulled down her straps and held her bare breasts in his
hands. Careful not to alert Zora this time, Grant covered his mouth with his hand as he stared at them.

His neighbor palmed her tits that were a good grapefruit-sized shape. Her dark areolas stood out
among the pink and his neighbor’s white hands. Surprising that in the peak of the summer he hadn’t
tanned like everyone else.

He kissed each breast lovingly then kissed her again. After that, he ducked into his car and drove off
leaving her to stand in the driveway in her pink slip and cute little bedroom shoes with a good three-inch
heel and pink poofs over her toes. Grant tumbled over the different arguments he could pose to Zora
on why she needed to wear cute little shoes like that to bed and in the mornings and while she did
dishes and when she scrubbed the toilet.

He slid his hand down the front of his sweat shorts to calm his raging cock. The woman picked that
moment to look over at his house. She must have thought he had been jerking off to the whole scene.
Her brown eyes gazed at him but it wasn’t as though she found his stare offensive. She even winked
before twirling around in her heels and sauntering back inside of her house.

Like a kid caught peeking into his sister’s diary, he moved his hand and backed away from the window,
bumping into Zora.

“I heard a car. Did he finally go?” she asked.

“Yeah. The show’s over.”

  But Grant had ideas of his own. His throbbing erection wouldn’t go down willingly. He needed some
help. Moving behind Zora, he put his hands on her rounded hips while grinding his cock between her
ass cheeks through her shorts.

  “Honey, what are you doing? We have to unpack.” She swatted his leg while she was bent over to
dust their coffee table.

“Come on. When in Rome…”

“We’re not in Rome. We’re in suburbia.” This time she did laugh.

“Fine. When in the suburbs… It’s been too long, baby.”

He slid his hand up the back of her t-shirt. Sweat covered her body, which amplified the aroma of her
rose-scented lotion. He took in a deep inhalation and growled. Bending over he let his hands move
down her thick thighs.

   Her voluptuous body could always stir him. From her full tits to her sizable thighs and even her
rounded belly all made him excited. When she stood up, he wrapped his arms around her waist then
kissed the back of her neck. Thank goodness she had her mane of wild hair in a ponytail. Otherwise he
wouldn’t have been able to see her neck to kiss it.

“I can’t believe you’re this horny after seeing our neighbors.” She put her hands on his bare arms.

“I am a man. Men are visual.”

He palmed her breasts through her flimsy t-shirt. The touch made her shriek.

“Not here.” She attempted to remove his hand but once he latched on he didn’t want to let her go. “I
don’t want someone to see us.”

“Only people who can see us are our neighbors,” he said. “We don’t have thru-traffic. We’re not on
the main road.” His hand slipped down inside of her shorts in the front. “And after what they just did, I
think anything we do will be tame in comparison.”

“Baby.”

She struggled to get his hand from between her legs but as soon as the warmth of her pussy enveloped
his fingers, he found his heavenly sanctuary.

“Not here.”

She nuzzled her head under his chin. At least she was finally conceding.

“Why not?” he asked.

This time she did manage to remove his hand. She turned around while holding his arms. “I don’t want
anyone to see me naked.”

“Why? Talk about a morning treat.”

“For you. I don’t want to be someone else’s whack-off material.”

“At least not yet, right?” He laughed.

He put his hand to the back of her head and pulled her close. Once his lips touched hers he was
reminded again of why he this woman owned his heart. No one he had ever been with conveyed their
personality through their kiss. But Zora did.

Her soft lips gave under his, which meant that she was flexible. At times during the kiss they were firm.
Just like in life, Zora could stand her ground. And now as she slipped her tongue into his mouth, she
surprised him. Having her shock him always made him hard.

He gripped a handful of her ass and squeezed it.

“If you don’t want the neighbors to see us, I suggest you get me to another room quick.” His nimble
fingers unclasped her bra from under her shirt.

She giggled and grabbed his hand. Pulling him to the kitchen that faced the expansive backyard, he
wasted no time in pinning her against the middle island. Her elbows banged against the boxes that were
on top but that didn’t stop him.

She kissed him again, frantically, hungrily, letting her tongue probe his mouth while her hands explored
his body.

Grant was the epitome of every woman’s dream. He was tall, handsome, smart, funny. He kept his
thick, dark brown hair cut short. His equally thick dark eyebrows framed his face nicely. And she melted
every time she peered into his doe eyes.

And she would do anything to please him. The great thing about that kind of devotion was that he would
and had done the same for her.

“New house ritual dictates that we fuck in each room,” he growled in her ear.

With strong hoist up, he set Zora on the low kitchen island.

“Oh really? Hmmm, I hadn’t heard that one.” She pulled his t-shirt from his shorts. “Does that still go
for rent-to-own places too?”

“Oh yeah.” He nodded.

The protrusion from his erection made it hard for her to ease them down. But as she struggled to
undress him, he took great ease in freeing her from her shorts and panties. She shivered when her ass
made contact with the cold, marble countertop.

“I think it’s documented somewhere that it’s required to have an orgasm in each room of your new home
and,” and he held up his thick finger as though he was about to expound on some earth-shattering
news, “that includes the stairs.”

Zora let out a hearty laugh. “What book was this in, Guiness Book of World Records? And we don’t
have any stairs in the house unless you count the brick ones leading to the porch.”

Lowering himself to his knees, he spread her legs apart. “Then we’ll just have to make do with what we
have.” He panted. The passion in his eyes could have melted steel. It sure did weaken her bit of
resolve she tried to keep.

“Is that what you want, baby? You want other people to watch us?”

He grinned so hard she thought his face would freeze in that position. “Our sex life has never bored
me.”

He trailed kisses from her ankle to her calf and up her thigh. She quivered each time his firm lips
touched her sensitive skin.

“Me either. And I don’t want us to get bored.” Wanting to touch more of him, she raked her fingers
through his hair.

“We can do it tonight too.” He squeezed her outer thighs as his eyes stared at her pussy. “And in the
morning, and the night, and the next morning and in the afternoon if you want. I work so close to home
now I could be here to give you a nice afternoon delight.”

The thought of him rushing home in the middle of the day to ravage her made her clit throb.

“Oh God,” she whispered. With her head leaned back and her eyes closed she cooed, “More.”

His warm breath blew across her soaked sex. “You like this, babe?”

She nodded. “Yes. But not what I was talking about.” She brought her head forward and opened her
eyes. “I think we need to spice up our love life.”

He gazed up at her from between her legs. A look of confusion covered his face. “Spice it up, how?
You’re going to finally let me do the backdoor thing?” He winked.

“No, no backdoor entry.”

As much as she adored pleasing this man, she still found the idea of anal sex unappealing. They’d tried
it once and because she had been nervous and, apparently, not drunk enough, they’d stopped before
he could even get the thick tip of his penis inside of her.

“But maybe our neighbor would do that with you.”

His eyebrows shot up.

“Or maybe one afternoon when you come home from work, you can have me and her in our bedroom
waiting for you. I’ll caress her and she’ll touch me. You can be the cream in between our Oreo cookie.”

“Christ, Zo---”

“Just kidding.” She chuckled but to see his shoulders drop dramatically let her know that he would have
been for the plan if she gave him the thumbs-up.

“You are going to pay for that.”

His eager mouth pressed against her inner thigh as he ravaged it, kissing and licking it along with taking
nips at her flesh. Her hands braced against his back.   With a gentle touch, he stroked her vulva,
tickling her lower lips with each pass of his fingers against the curled hairs. She fisted his hair. His soft
hair caressed her hands.

“Grant.”

When his mouth finally made the pilgrimage to her pussy, the touch of his tongue to her clit gave her an
instant orgasm. She fell back against the counter, knocking empty boxes to the floor as she pressed
her back flat against it.

His strong hands kept her legs apart as his skilled tongue slid from her opening to her hardened nub.
When his mouth covered it and he pressed his tongue against it, her legs felt like they had gone numb
for a moment. If the house were to catch fire at that moment, she wouldn’t make it out of the house
without some assistance right now.

Zora palmed her tit over her t-shirt and massaged it as Grant did his level best to blow her mind. The
man did amazing things with his mouth and was a dynamo in the bedroom. It was an odd feeling but
sometimes it wasn’t enough for Zora to tell her girlfriends what a great lover Grant was or see her
beaming from ear-to-ear. She wanted to share intimate details of how he swirled his tongue around her
clit until she thought she would have to crawl out of her skin. She wanted to talk about how perfect his
cock was, the length, the thickness, the shape, even the head. And his ass. Damn, his fine ass could
make women into howling, whistling sex maniacs if they saw it.

When Grant flicked his tongue, she twitched and arched her back. It wasn’t until he spread her pussy
lips apart and darted his tongue inside of her that she let out another scream. It didn’t matter that the
neighbors could probably hear her like she’d heard her neighbor this morning.

“Now, baby, now!” she begged.

It didn’t take Grant long to bring himself to his feet and pull down his shorts and underwear. Pulling her
closer to the edge of the counter top, he teased her first by sliding the tip of his cock up and down
between her folds.

“Is this what you want?” he asked with a guttural growl.

She nodded, afraid her vocal chords would betray her.

“No, Zo, I want to hear you say it.”

She glared at him through heavy lids. “Fuck me, Grant. I want you to fuck me.”

With her upfront request, he plunged his shaft inside of her to the hilt. His body shook upon entry as he
held onto her thighs as though it was a way to ground himself.

“So fucking tight and wet.” He made slow thrusts in and out of her. “I could never get enough of you.”

Still on her back, she smiled. “Just don’t stop. Whatever you do, don’t fucking stop.” She wrapped her
legs around him as though trying to trap him.

From the way he pounded into her, he didn’t seem like he wanted refuge from her any time soon. His
large hand slithered under her t-shirt. With a hard yank, he pulled one bra cup down to expose her tit.
Then he palmed it, massaged it until her body became nothing but jelly.

“Zora. Zora.” He squeezed his eyes closed and gritted his teeth. “Fuck, Zora.”

She jackknifed up then wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders to hold herself steady. His other
hand squeezed her ass cheek. Feeling him tremble, she knew he would be coming soon. Knowing that,
her pussy constricted around his thick shaft.

“Oh shit, baby!” he screamed as he made faster thrusts.

As she felt the build up of energy and emotion gathering in the pit of her stomach, Zora could no longer
hold back. Coiling her legs around him tighter, she undulated to correspond with his movement as she
came hard and fast. Her mewling moan echoed off of the faint yellow walls in the kitchen.

It didn’t take long for Grant to follow. He drove deep inside of her and held himself there, releasing his
hot seed.

In a staggered breath he said, “I could never get bored with that.”

His mouth covered hers and she tasted herself. Salty but with a sweetness that reminded her of
vinegar. So this was the taste that drove him crazy. The scent of her sex wafted through the kitchen as
he remained inside of her, seemingly not willing to break free. Not just yet.

That was fine with her. She didn’t want to let him go. Not just yet. As she placed her head on his
shoulder, she turned and peered over at the window that looked out into the backyard. Maybe one day
they could make love out there. One day.

“I’m glad we moved here,” she said breathlessly.

“Yeah. Neighbors can’t complain about how loud you are.” He chuckled.

When she turned to give him a tongue-lashing, the good kind, she caught something, or rather
someone, behind him.

“Oh shit!” she screamed as she attempted to wriggle off of the counter. Her heart pounded like it
wanted to run and hide also.

Confusion marred Grant’s face until he looked back and saw the fellatio queen standing in their house.

He slid out of her, a sucking sound making evident that he had been inside of her. He, too, cursed and
bent down to pull up his shorts. Any thoughts of a repeat performance went down along with his sense
of humor. Watching this woman outside of his house was one thing. Having her barge in crossed
another line completely.

“Don’t stop on my account,” she said as though she interrupted them planting a new garden.

Now wearing a man’s button-up shirt, white with monograms on each cuff, and barefooted, she smiled as
she strolled into their kitchen like she owned the place.

Grant held up his hand. “What the hell are you doing in our house? Ever hear of knocking?”

She stopped in her tracks and blinked. “I knocked. No one answered.”

“Maybe because we weren’t available,” Zora responded from the other side of the kitchen island where
she took refuge.

She peered around Grant to look at Zora. “I see.” Then she winked. “Anyway, my name is Winta
Forrest.” She extended her hand.

Reluctant to take it from this brash woman, he stared at her hand before finally accepting it. “Did you
say Winter?” he asked.

She shook her head, leaned in closer to him and repeated, “Win-ta.”

Grant notice on the opening of her name how her full lips curved into a perfect little ‘O’ shape. Damn,
those were the lips that were around a man’s cock not too long ago. He pulled his hand back and
crossed them in front of his lower region just in case it decided to pop up and offer and opinion.

“The name is African for desire.” She rolled her sleeves to her elbows. “I would have come over with my
husband but he had to leave for work.”

He nodded. The scene seemed too surreal to be normal but since this woman acted as though this kind
of behavior was commonplace, he fell into that way of thinking.

“I’m Grant Valente.” He nodded his head toward Zora. “And this is my girlfriend, Zora Hall.”

Without warning, Winta pulled him in for a hug. He left his arms dangling at his sides while she pressed
herself against him.

He felt her hardened nipples through her shirt, poking him in his chest. Was she always turned on or
did she get that way watching the two of them have sex?

“Welcome to the neighborhood.” She gave him a quick peck on the side of his face.

Once she broke the embrace, Winta sashayed around the kitchen island to Zora. In the same intimate
way she’d hugged Grant, she did the same to Zora, pulling his stunned girlfriend into a hug and giving
her a kiss on her cheek like she’d done to him.

The sight caused Grant’s penis to jump. Damn Zora for kidding around about her and this woman
waiting for him during his lunch break. Just seeing her kiss the love of his life put images in his head of
the two of them in his bed.

“I’m sure the two of you will love this little neighborhood.” She padded back to the front door.

Curious to know what this woman would do next and to make sure to lock the front door this time when
she left, Grant followed her.

“I did come over here for a reason. Actually three.” She put her hands to her hips when she made it to
the front door. She stared at the two of them like she was superwoman. “I wanted to first welcome you
to the neighborhood. And,” she opened the front door, bent over and picked up something that
crinkled, “give you this.” She brought into the house a huge gift basket covered in pink cellophane.
“Here’s a gift from the other neighbors. Hope you enjoy it.” She handed the weighty basket to Grant
who offered a smile as a way of thanking her. “And the third thing is to invite you both to our house
tonight for dinner. No is not an acceptable answer.”

Grant set the basket on the coffee table Zora had just dusted. “Thank you for the gift and the offer. But
as you can see our house is a mess,” he said as he held his hand up to show he wasn’t lying. “We had
planned on spending a quiet evening in.”

“Trust me. You’ll have plenty of time to have quiet evenings here. Tonight we celebrate. I have
secured some of the thickest, tastiest, most tender cuts of beef in Virginia. I’m a wonderful cook, as the
other neighbors will tell you. So just for tonight, please join us. Please?”

She clasped her hands in front of her and brought in her arms, squeezing her tits together. So that he
wouldn’t be tempted to look down at her chest, Grant turned to Zora. Hoping she would play the heavy
this time, he hoped she would say no to the invitation.

In one of those moments where she liked to surprise him she said, “We would love to go.”

Grant widened his eyes and plastered a fake smile on his face before turning his attention back to Winta.

“Wonderful! I can’t wait for you to meet my husband and the rest of the neighbors. You’re going to love
being here on Fascination Street.”

With a wave, she ducked out of the house, swaying her hips all the way back to her house.

“What the hell just happened here?” he asked, still standing in the same spot as though a hurricane had
hit his house and left him with nothing.

“I’m not sure,” Zora began. “But I’m kind of wondering what type of people we’ll be seeing tonight. Did
you see what’s in this basket?”

He stared at the pink monstrosity. The more he looked the more he had to blink to make sure he saw
what he thought he saw.

“Are those porn DVD’s?” he asked.

“Did you see the handcuffs and cans of whipped cream in there?”

He gazed out of the window across the street at Winta’s house.

Fascination Street indeed.