Hikaru gets an eyeful

“It’s fine, I’ll just be in and out,” Hikaru said.

“Hik, honey, it’s fine,” Margot said. “We can watch it some other time, let’s just pick something from Netflix.”

“No, no,” Hikaru said as she slipped out the door. “It’ll take me one minute, I’m sure it’s fine.”

She wasn’t sure it would be fine.

April was lovely. And for all that Hikaru didn’t want it to be, that was the problem. Oliver had made an amazing meal, and the conversation had been great, and Hikaru had been able to set aside her anxiety over him for a bit between her new job and the excitement of meeting an honest-to-God celebrity. But as the night wore on she found herself needing to suppress her frustration - she was lovely, sure, but Ollie was…

Ollie was hers.

She still knew she shouldn’t have felt that way, but she did. She could see her and Oliver living together forever. Being there for each other. And maybe, someday, it would be… more than that. They weren’t actually related anymore, even through marriage, so it wouldn’t be weird. And he was only a few years older than her.

And she loved him.

Hikaru hesitated at the door to their apartment, blushing a little at her own thoughts. It was wrong, but in her heart, it was what she fantasised about. It was why she’d been having such a bad couple of weeks, dealing with it and not being able to talk to him about it.

She also hesitated because she knew she really shouldn’t go back in, but there was an evil little part of her that hoped that she could interrupt them making out on the couch or something. Make it awkward for them. Ollie had said that she should treat the place as her own for however long she lived with him.

Hikaru put the key in the lock and opened the door, not sure what she was going to find.

She wasn’t ready to find…. Nothing. The kitchen, living room and his desk area were all empty. Hikaru quietly walked into the apartment, frowning to herself. Had they gone out? Maybe they had a fight or something, or they decided to go see a movie, or…

It didn’t make sense.

Then she heard the groan from behind Ollie’s bedroom door and froze.

Hikaru knew she could be… naive, at times. But she’d watched porn. She knew what that sound meant.

She couldn’t help the fact that it hurt her heart, even if it didn’t make sense. Her eyes watered up and she covered her mouth to stop herself from letting out a sob.

They were having sex. Or something.

Oliver was having sex with April.

Hikaru didn’t know what to do. The right answer was for her to leave as quietly as possible, but her head was a mess. The next best answer might have been to go to her room where she couldn’t hear them, but that didn’t occur to her either. She wandered towards Ollie’s collection of DVDs near the TV, feeling her whole body tensed as, a few seconds later, another soft moan echoed through the walls or from under the door or however it was assaulting her ears.

She found the DVD for Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind that Ollie had in his Studio Ghibli collection. There was a whole history around the movie where it was made by the animation studio before they were technically a studio, but ‘it counted’ for most people. Hikaru wanted Margot to watch it.

But now…

She had the DVD in her hands, but another groan from the bedroom made her throat clench and she felt constrained and tight and needed air. She went to the balcony door and unlocked it, stepping out onto the little enclosed area and letting the cool night air splash all over her. She slid the door shut behind her so she didn’t have to hear… that.

Hikaru closed her eyes. It was night in the city so it was cooler but only a little quieter, and that was OK. She needed to just think. Or not think.

She was being irrational and she knew it. Oliver wasn’t going to be interested in her. Not like the way she was in him. He was an adult now, with an adult job and lots of different friends and she was barely done being a teenager and college student. Of course, he would be interested in a woman like April. And of course a woman like April would be interested in him. Her fantasies needed to stay-

Hikaru’s eyes went wide.

She’d never spent time out on the balcony before. She’d never leaned against the balcony railing and looked around.

She’d never realised that you could see into Ollie’s bedroom when you were on the balcony and leaning against the railing. Or that the standing mirror he had in one corner of his room was positioned within view, and that it reflected most of the rest of the room.

Including his bed.

Where she could see April on her knees between Oliver’s legs, using both hands to stroke his penis.

His giant penis.

No, it wasn’t a penis. It was a dick. A cock. A cock. Definitely.

April reached behind herself and undid her bra, leaving her just in her thong panties, and bared her breasts. They were big and heavy for her frame, which had some curves to it and made Hikaru jealous because it made her feel too skinny. She put both hands to her own breasts - hers were nice, she thought, but not like that.

She watched as April wrapped her tits around Ollie’s cock and started to jerk him off with them.

She couldn’t take her eyes away.

It lasted for a while, the two of them giving each other sex eyes and talking to each other. Laughing together. When April pulled her tits away from Ollie’s cock Hikaru moaned softly, seeing it again. Then April put her lips back to Oliver’s cock and started to give him more blowjob, and Hikaru watched in horrified fascination as April seemed to speed up her stroking of the lower half of his shaft with a hand, and cradled his balls with the other, and then Oliver was squeezing his eyes closed and breathing heavily as he-

He came in her mouth, and she swallowed it all.

Hikaru swallowed the pool of spit in her mouth.

I should go, she thought.

April kept sucking him, slower now, and they were talking. And then they were moving, and she was laying down and Oliver pulled her panties down her legs, revealing that April was shaved clean.

Does he like that? She thought to herself. She’d trimmed her pubic hair before, especially in the summer if she was going to the beach or wearing a swimsuit for some reason. Still, she’d never really thought about it for…

Oliver was kissing between April’s thighs.

Oliver was giving April oral sex.

Hikaru suppressed a moan by biting her lip hard, but she didn’t stop herself from pulling up the front of her dress and touching herself. It was dark and she was leaning back against the railing so no one could see her. Her fingers slipped under her panties and she imagined what Oliver’s tongue would feel like where her fingers were. Teasing over her labia. Circling her clitoris. Delving a little in between the lips and teasing her hole.

Her eyes were locked on April’s face. She was enjoying herself. Hikaru could see her moaning and smiling and whispering things to Oliver. Sexy things. April grabbed her breasts, kneading them, and Hikaru grabbed one of her own through her shirt, grabbing it roughly.

It came on fast. She’d had orgasms before, but never like this. Never big enough to make her legs feel like jello, or to soak her panties. It had always been a little pleasurable jolt, not a wave feeling like it was crashing on her.

She slid down to her knees on the balcony, losing sight of them, as she panted and squeezed her thighs together around her own hand.

“What the fuck did I just do?” she whispered to herself.

She’d… masturbated. On a balcony. Watching Oliver give oral sex to April. That’s what she did.

But it felt so much… heavier. So much nastier.

And she knew that it hadn’t helped. Hadn’t gotten anything out of her system.

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