The New Boarder

It was a small, rechargeable device with a very tiny and sensitive microphone that also had an earphone jack. It was perfect and not that expensive either. She did have to explain to Andy that she just wanted to experiment a little with it and, to embellish the story a little, she told him she'd then give it to her father. Not that she really needed to explain, she just felt better doing it. She knew that hearing those sounds she had heard the other night would certainly help her bullet do its job.

That evening, a little before bedtime, Veronica announced to Sammi that she would be doing the laundry tomorrow and if she wanted to bring her container to the laundry room she could include that too. Sammi ran up to her room, undressed and put her things in the plastic container that held her dirty clothes, added the t-shirt she had been wearing, and put the clean one on. She had fairly quickly gotten to the place where she'd wear that downstairs for the short time before she went to bed just so she could see Larry's reaction. He had to know that she had on nothing under it and it was just snug enough to display her boobs bouncing when she sat down. If she let it slide up her legs a little while she was "studying", a couple of times she could tell he was getting an erection. She was sure that Veronica had seen that as well but she had never said anything or even given any indication she had seen it.

Tonight, she sat in the chair directly across from Larry, reading her English book while Veronica had set down on the same side of the room. Both of them were watching a sit-com on the TV and Sammi had allowed the tail of the shirt to slide up a little further than normal. She knew that when she was wearing a bikini a lot more was showing but, Larry hadn't seen her in a bikini and, she also knew that this kind of semi-voyeur thing was kind of enticing for most men. Twice she had looked up from her book to catch him quickly looking away and she had to smile to herself. She wasn't totally sure why she was doing it or what she expected to come of it. She was just enjoying it.

She closed the book, stood up, bid them both good night and headed for her room, sure she had seen a slight bulge in Larry's pants. In the room, she had read for a little while, then readied her new device, hoping that tonight would be a good night to use it. Twice before she had sneaked to that little crack only to hear them bid each other good night. They had only been married a little over a year but she guessed they were past the "every night" thing that her friends had talked about. She switched her light off and waited. Before too long she heard voices in the hallway. She decided she needed a clock to time her wait but she didn't have that now. Finally, she was ready.

The crack was there, the light was on and she could hear sounds from inside the room. She had the ear buds in place, flipped the little switch and carefully held the microphone in the little crack. Her eyes widened. She could even hear them breathing -- it was amazing. Then there were voices.

"Okay, big guy. I've got a special surprise for you tonight."

"What are those?" Larry responded. It was all so very clear.

"What do they look like?"

"Your underwear."

"What if I told you they weren't mine?"

Now Sammi's heart was pounding. If they weren't Veronica's, whose were they? There was only one answer rattling around in her head but she couldn't believe it.

"Who do you suppose?"

"Vern, you didn't?"

"Why don't you take a sniff."

Sammi remembered putting her dirty clothes in that plastic hamper and her panties would have been right on top. She couldn't remember which pair she'd worn today but those had to be the ones that, oh god, that Larry was sniffing.

"You've wanted to get a little closer to her, I know. Here's your chance. How about a taste. Right here. Taste it. Good?"

Then the talking stopped and the other sounds began. Some grunts and moans and those slapping sounds again and a final long groan. Sammi flipped the switch to off and scurried back to her room. She listened to it again. So, she decided, if Veronica wanted to play their little game that way, she was willing. She'd have to figure out some things but she was sure she could. And Larry would be right in the middle and she was sure he'd enjoy every little bit even without knowing what was going on.

****

The next evening Sammi was ready to begin. She had searched and found the oldest t-shirt she had brought with her. It was very baggy and she had worked on the neck to make it even more so. Home from school, she went to her room and changed into some gym shorts, also a little baggy and the t-shirt. Veronica had put the fresh laundry in her room and she had tried to guess which panties she had worn yesterday. Pretty sure she had the right pair, she put them on under the shorts. She headed downstairs, said hi to Veronica who was in the kitchen fixing dinner and then went to the living room where Larry was in his favorite chair, reading the newspaper. The three sections he wasn't reading were on the floor in front of him. Perfect, she thought.

"Mind sharing your paper?" she asked innocently.

"Help yourself," Larry replied, gesturing to the pile on the floor.

She walked over to where she was directly in front of Larry, then carefully bent over from the waist to sort through the newspapers on the floor. She took her time, even taking the time to check herself. They were right there, hanging tantalizingly inside the baggy neck of the shirt. She even bumped his leg with one of the sections and heard his paper rustle. She was going to be sure he could see. Just thinking about doing it had gotten her nipples stiff and she hoped he was enjoying that as well. Finally, she selected on of the sections, straightened up and smiled at Larry who was now looking over the top of his paper with a somewhat frozen expression.

"Thanks," she said as she turned and went to sit in the chair across from him. She sat down carefully, tucking one leg under her very purposefully. The leg of the shorts was hanging loosely. She couldn't tell, but was hoping the tiny pair of undies was visible through the gap. She leafed through the section she had, holding the paper up to hide the smile which kept coming to her face. Unable to wait any longer, she stood up and repeated the search process with the other two sections, giving Larry a pretty good view of those two swinging breasts. She leafed through the second section for a while and was just ready for act three to start when Veronica appeared, announcing that dinner was ready. Larry came to the table with the newspaper strategically placed in front of him and Sammi could hardly restrain a laugh. When he sat down, he mumbled an excuse about bringing the paper and tossed it away.

Sammi offered to help clean up after dinner and, in the kitchen, purposefully dropped a fork on the floor and bent over to pick it up, sure that Veronica could see just what Larry had seen. There was no comment, just a smile from Veronica that Sammi was trying to decipher. She was treading slightly dangerous ground here as she couldn't exactly come back at Veronica with the story of the underwear sniffing and tasting. She'd just have to see what happened next.

Veronica smiled at Sammi, her mind racing. She knew what Sammi was doing but not why and not at all what her final aim might be. She knew Larry was enjoying it. Why wouldn't he? And, she knew her tormenting of him about it was driving him a little crazy, and getting her some excellent sex. She wasn't sure that was right but she was just going to see where it was headed. Larry was certainly in the middle and hadn't shared anything with her about what was happening. She was sure Sammi had flashed those boobies at him this evening. She'd just see.

Larry had seen them for sure -- twice. And he was sure he was about to get a third view when Vern had called them to dinner. And, he was sure he had seen, just a while ago, those panties he had sniffed and tasted last night. Both of these females were driving him half crazy. His Veronica glass was totally full and, despite the fact that he probably shouldn't, he would like his half-full Sammi glass to be totally full too. But half-full was not bad in her case. These things that were happening couldn't be accidental and he was anxious to see what might be next. In fact, the thought had crossed his mind about security cameras. He might have to check on putting one in her room. He wasn't sure he was that brave or adventurous at this point but, a little more tormenting and who knows?

****

Veronica had a dilemma along with a puzzle. She was trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together to help her solve her dilemma but wasn't having much luck. She couldn't figure out this Sammi thing that was happening and why it was happening. The Larry part of it was easy but the Sammi part certainly wasn't. What was she up to and why was she doing what she was doing? Was she just embarking on a sexual adventure, something new to her to seduce Larry? Was she really looking to have sex with him or was she just using her probably new-found sexuality to see if he would respond? Was she having a little contest with Veronica, to see who was the sexiest? Veronica wasn't too concerned about that. She knew her red hair and bigger boobs could hold Larry in check. She had begun to wonder though, about something else. Kind of adding two and two and coming up with about 3.9 so far and ready to see if she could get it to be four.

Veronica had seen those little panties of Sammi's in her clothes hamper and just couldn't resist grabbing them and using them to torment Larry just a little. It had worked and the sex that followed had been great. But it had been the very next day that Sammi had gotten blatant with her teasing of Larry, the baggy shirt that showed her boobs very clearly when she bent over and those equally baggy shorts that Veronica had never seen before. She had checked their bedroom door and knew that it still didn't close completely and that made her wonder. Could or would Sammi sneak and listen. Her mother had painted a picture of her as little miss Ivory Soap, 99 and 44 one-hundreds percent pure. She probably fell a little short of that based on what had been happening. She was rationalizing now. If Sammi was spying on them, why couldn't she return the favor to Sammi.

Veronica decided to do it. Sammi was at school, Larry wasn't home yet -- she was. She slipped quickly into Sammi's room. She checked the book shelves -- school books, then the bedside table. Just some nail clippers, other odds and ends, some of which she didn't recognize -- and a tube of KY jelly. Interesting, she thought. Next, she went to the dresser and started with the bottom drawer. Nothing but clothes in that one and the next three she checked as well. The top drawer was underwear, all the cute bras and tiny panties that Sammi seemed to like to wear, except when she came downstairs dressed for bed in that long t-shirt that Veronica was sure had nothing under it but bare skin. She had noticed that when Sammi did that, Larry had trouble concentrating on the TV show they were watching.

The way the panties were stacked it was clear there was something under them. Yes, a square box about two inches high. She took it out and looked. She had just snooped a little so far but, she was guessing, that if she opened this box, it would become more like super snooping. She opened it. She saw the big dildo, the cute little bullet vibrator. Then she spotted the butt plug but wouldn't touch it, afraid that it had been used. She was a little tempted to put her own signature on the dildo but decided not to. There were a couple of other things in there plus a little device with ear buds attached and another little cord with a bulb of some kind on the end that she didn't recognize. Also, a cord, obviously for charging whatever it was. If there were earphones, it had to be some kind of a recorder.

Veronica looked it over and decided the controls looked pretty standard. But did she want to use them? About two seconds of thought on that was all it took and she knew - of course she did. That's why she was snooping. She punched the rewind icon for just a few seconds, then stopped it. She put the ear buds in her ears, then pushed play. A few seconds of listening and . . . Oh, my god, she thought. No doubt what those sounds were. A little more listening and there was no doubt who was making those sounds. She stopped, rewound a little more and played again. She heard her own voice saying, "You've wanted to get a little closer to her, I know. Here's your chance. How about a taste. Right here. Taste it. Good?" So, not only had Sammi been listening, she was recording as well. And she obviously knew what had happened with her panties.

Veronica was tempted to just record a message on the end there, telling Sammi she had found the recorder and knew what was up. She wasn't going to do that, of course. But what could she do? She put everything carefully back in the box, trying to remember how they had been arranged. The box was then back in place, the panties carefully restacked and Veronica was out of the room, but thinking. Very carefully thinking. So Sammi was listening to her and Larry having sex. A curious 18-year old, discovering her own sexuality. Veronica remembered when she was 18 and all the questions she had. She wished she'd had someone to spy on so she'd been a little more ready when she had become the live-in. When she and Larry got together, she had taught him a few things and he had taught her things as well. She had taught him about sex and he had taught her about love and commitment. That's why she was puzzled about this thing with Sammi. How did it fit in with their lives? What was Sammi trying to learn. Could she teach them something? Way too many questions with not enough answers.

But what about Sammi? Veronica took a deep breath, and remembered. It was about two years ago that she and Larry had been playing a game of Scrabble and they had decided, just to boost the fun a little, each would write something on a piece of paper that would be kind of a consequence for the loser. It was just for fun and no one was obligated to do what the paper said. Veronica had written down that Larry would have to prepare dinner and clean up afterward for a week. She could only laughingly imagine that happening as they would both probably suffer from malnutrition due to Larry's total lack of cooking skills. Hard boiled eggs would be their fare for the week she was sure. When the game ended and she had won by 34 points, she showed him what she had written down and they had a good laugh. Of course, she wanted to see what he had written as her "consequence".

Larry unfolded the paper and handed it to her. From the look on his face she could tell that it had to be something sexual and she was instantly curious. She began to read. "Have totally naked sex in the backyard, time of day at your choosing. What we do my choosing." She smiled and looked at him, getting a good giggle out the humor he had written. From the look on his face she didn't have to be a mind reader to realize that it wasn't humor, it was a seriously something that he wanted and she had given him the chance to let her know about it. Because of that look she was getting, she couldn't stop the pictures that were being projected in her mind of them performing what he had written. Obviously, she'd choose night, or very early morning more likely, when it was very dark and all the neighbors were sound asleep. At least she hoped they were asleep. She remembered that the neighbor right next door had one of the big security lights that pretty well lit up both yards. So much for darkness. She couldn't believe she was actually picturing it, like it was happening. Why?

The thing that really bugged her for the longest time was that, although they had laughed at it and wadded the paper up and thrown it away, she couldn't keep the idea from slipping out of its hiding place in her brain and forcing her to think about it. A couple of times she had pictured in even more detail how it would go, step by step, from leaving the house to Larry's orgasming inside of her, with all the things that would happen in between and the sounds.

Oh, the sounds and wondering if they could be heard.

And being seen.

Doing it in the cool, wet grass.

Was anyone still awake?

Were they looking out a window and watching?

There were probably five houses that had a clear view of their yard from one of the house windows. Were they videoing as well? Something inside of her was saying that it should disgust her. It didn't though. Far from it and quite the opposite. She always began to tingle as she thought about it. More than once she had had to take care of herself after thinking about that. But she had never been able to gather her courage and see if Larry was just blowing hot air, or was he willing to go through with it.

Now, as she once more sat and thought about that, she had a chance to make it happen. Not IT exactly, but something very similar. In this case she could almost be 100% sure there would be a watcher and it wouldn't be a random neighbor. It would be . . . yes, it would be Sammi. She wouldn't be corrupting a minor. Sammi was 18 and, from the looks of the paraphernalia in that little box, she knew a little more about sexual things than Vern had first imagined. She was thinking about the butt plug, something she had heard of but not been involved with. She couldn't help but wonder what that might feel like and when you used it and how long did it stay in place? She giggled out loud when she thought that, one day, she might ask Sammi about it. That started a whole additional string of thoughts about her relationship with Sammi and what might happen if she did what she was actually planning to do -- had decided to do if you wanted to pin it down a little further.

It was all she could do right now to keep from going back to that room, to the box and to that butt plug. It was right there and there was KY jelly in the drawer. Breathing a little harder, she decided she had to draw the line somewhere. She laughed at herself after that thought. Kind of a nervous laugh. Where was she going if she was proud of herself for drawing the line at not trying out a friend's butt plug without their permission? So, she tried to erase the blackboard of her mind and move on to planning the evening, the reality of the evening, so that Larry was so wound up there'd be no way he'd be able to pass up sex.

As if he ever did.

Of course, at the same time she realized that, the way things were going, Sammi might have a hand in helping out too.

Veronica's plan was in place. At least it was in place in her head. All she needed now was to make it happen in reality. The other nice thing about it was, she could stop the plan at any time right up to the last second, and maybe even a little after that. But, the more she thought about it the more excited she got, and it wasn't "woopie" excitement, it was a growing dampness between her legs. More than anything, that was answering some of the questions that were filling her head, More doubts than questions though. She was going to do it!

One question that wasn't getting answered was, should she tell Larry? What would his reaction be? She knew she wanted to do it for sure, but if he didn't, that would ruin everything. The more she thought about it the more she realized that was hardly a possibility. But it still gnawed at her. It might be better if he was just reacting, and she'd be doing the "acting" and she'd figure out some things to make him really enjoy what was happening. As she was picturing that and thinking about it, she realized she was getting more and more aroused with each passing minute.