Watched at Home by Jean-Luc Cheri Page A

that he still wore too long. But most importantly, he
still had that dangerous glint in his eyes – the one that caused us
girls to get that fluttery feeling deep inside. My hands were still
on his shoulders, and I felt the muscles flexing under his
shirt.
    “You’re looking good yourself, Joey.”
    He gave me that cute uneven grin that always
melted my heart, no matter how much of a pussy hound I knew he
was.
    “How’s college treating ya?” he asked.
    “Good. Glad the first year is over though,
and I’m ready for a nice long break.”
    “Meet anyone special?”
    I knew what he was asking. That was
Joey-speak for “Did you fuck anyone?”
    “A few guys,” I replied, giving him a sexy
smile. I didn’t bother asking if he had. That was a given with
him.
    “Anyone I need to worry about?” There was
that smile again. No matter how many girls he slept with, he
treated each one as if they were his own, and they all enjoyed that
attitude from him.
    I smiled. “You were never the worrying type
Joey.”
    He chuckled, but didn’t deny it.
    “So Erica. You and me. We should get
together, you know, talk about old times.”
    “Sounds like fun.”
    His eyes traveled down to my breasts, and
soaked them in for a long moment. When other guys looked at me that
way, it was always quick glances, and if they noticed I had caught
them, they would become embarrassed and look away.
    Not Joey. He looked and didn’t care if you
knew it. And he looked as long as he wanted to, like he was doing
now. I felt the warmth of excitement building inside of me, and my
nipples visibly stiffened.
    His eyes returned to mine and that smile
curled on his lips. I had a sudden idea.
    “Joey, Shane is going out tonight. Would you
like to come over? Bring your swimsuit and we’ll hang out by the
pool?”
    He nodded. “Yeah, that would be cool.”
    “Hey Joey,” a voice from behind him said,
“What’s taking so long?”
    We turned and there was one of Joey’s old
high school buddies whose name I couldn’t remember.
    “Just chill dude, can’t you see I’m talking
to Erica?”
    “Oh. How’s it hangin’ Erica?”

    Joey turned back to me, and nodded back
towards his friend. “Hey, do you mind if I bring my cousin Tony
here with me tonight? And his girlfriend?”
    “Sure,” I said, still smiling but a little
disappointed we wouldn’t be alone. “No problem. We’ll have a little
party.”
    “Yeah, a party. I like the sound of that,”
Joey said with a smile, as his arm curled around my waist and
pulled me to him.
     
    “Joey Fatone?” Shane said as he drove us
home. “You invited him over tonight?”
    “Yeah, and his cousin and his girlfriend. Is
there a problem with that?”
    He sighed. “You know I never liked him.”
    “Shane, you never liked any of the boys I
dated.”
    He was silent a moment, then said, “Maybe
I’ll stay home.”
    “Shane!”
    “I’ll stay inside. You’ll never know I’m
there.”
    “No.”
    “I think it’s for the best.”
    “Shane, you have a date.”
    “She’ll understand. My mind’s made up.”
    I sat back with my arms folded. “Fine. Then
I’m calling Joey and changing our plans. We’ll go out instead.”
    “Erica.”
    “My mind’s made up.”
    There was long silence before he replied.
“Ok, they can come over. But no alcohol or drugs, right?”
    Once, when Joey and I were relaxing in his
backseat after a rigorous fucking session, I had asked him why he
didn’t drink or take drugs. He explained that he used to, but he
found that they dulled his senses and he didn’t enjoy sex as much.
Or, as he put it, “I can’t feel the pussy.”
    But I didn’t think Shane would want to hear
it put that way, so I said, “Joey doesn’t do that.”
    He was quiet again, then reached over and
rested his hand on my thigh. “I forget sometimes that you’re all
grown up, and you don’t need me to protect you anymore.”
    I smiled softly and placed my hand on his,
pressing it firmer against