The Night Of The Two Notes

Cleo looked around the block, the moon hidden behind clouds, streetlights illuminating the path. He looked at the note in his hands, the red lipstick stain smudged over and damped. He had been kissing the paper many many times since the past day, barely having stopped himself from using it to jack off.

He looked up at the house plate and then at the note, finding a match, letting out a sigh of relief. He looked up at the window, seeing a light on in the room. He closed his eyes, feeling the paper and smudging the lipstick. Putting the finger to his lips, he let out a sigh.

He opened his eyes. The window was open. A black bra hung out the window and the lights were closed. The entire house was dark now. His eyes went wide before he cleared his throat, blood rushing to his loins. Looking around at the empty street, he wondered if anyone was watching. No one seemed to be awake in the night. He pocketed the paper, folding it. With a deep breath, he stepped towards the gate silently and looked around the latch. Open.

Smirking, he swung it open lightly before tiptoeing in and then closing it behind him, latching it as silently as he could. He turned around and headed to the front door. Resting his hand on the handle he pushed it down and then opened it with a creak, the outside light poured in and Cleo saw a figure standing at the foot of the steps with their back turned to him, holding a flashlight peering into a hallway.

Upon hearing the creak, the flashlight whizzed to shine on Cleo, who raised his hand to his face, squinting his eyes.

“Cleo?”

A familiar voice spoke out.

“Put the light down… Dave.”

The flashlight moved away from Cleo’s face, him blinking a couple times. Once he could see again, he stepped in, holding a finger to his lips, silently closing the door behind him. He approached Dave silently and grabbed his arm, whispering to him,

“What are you doing here?”

Dave bent down, pointing the flashlight to the floor.

“Well, what are you doing here? You weren’t at school today.”

Cleo sighed silently. He didn’t really want to tell Dave that he was here because he was horny and had an invitation… an invite. Fumbling around in his pocket, he grabbed the folded paper and lifted it up for Dave to see. Dave looked and then sighed, pulling another folded note from his pocket, holding it aside Dave’s hands. Both looked at each other and then spoke at the same time,

“Mrs. Kellie.” “Mrs. Doe.”

“What?” “What?”

Dave shushed Cleo and pulled him into the dining room, switching off the light. They stayed still and silent for a moment before Cleo grabbed the paper from Dave,

“Lemme see that.”

He opened the paper and strained to look. Looking to Dave, he pointed at the flashlight. Dave switched it on and then shone the light on the paper. It illuminated and written in black marker, the address of where they were, with a crudely drawn picture of boobs. Cleo felt jealous and then he remembered his note. He pulled it out and the flashlight shined on it. The same thing. Different handwriting.

“No boobs.”

Dave snickered, getting a prompt elbow to the side from Cleo. He stifled a laugh. Cleo looked around the empty and dark dining room, Something seemed… amiss. Dave clicked off the flashlight and pulled close to Cleo’s ear.

“I’m here to fuck Mrs. Kellie.”

“...I’m here for Mrs. Doe, are you sure you’re in the right house?”

“The note says it all…”

“Maybe… they both… “

“Here?”

Cleo and Dave now sported bulges in their pants. There was heavy breathing but quickly quieted down as Cleo spoke,

“I think Mrs. Doe is in the above room.”

“Why do you think that?”

“I saw her bra out the window, when the lights were on.”

“Oh they were on upstairs?”

Cleo nodded. Dave let out a sigh of relief.

“Where is Mrs. Kellie then?”

“Fuck if I know.”

Dave looked lost in thought. He turned to Cleo and propositioned,

“Let’s go upstairs together, maybe they both are in the same room?”

Cleo let out a sharp breath. If Mrs. Doe was bra-less as he had noticed…

“Look, I don’t want you to look at Mrs. Doe.”

“Me neither, only Mrs. Kellie for me.”

Both of them looked at each other and then let out a sigh of relief. Cleo looked at Dave and clasped his shoulder.

“You’re a good friend.”

“You as well.”

Both having affirmed their friendship, turned around, eyes having adjusted to the dark. They moved towards the stairs and climbed up, all the steps silent.

“Why did you bring a flashlight anyway?”

Dave shook his head.

“I found it by the door.”

They continued upwards and reached the top, stopping for a moment, looking for some sound. Everything was silent, the door to the sole room closed. They tiptoed, Dave pocketing the flashlight and Cleo pocketing the notes as they pressed their ears lightly to the door.

Still nothing.

As quietly as he could, Cleo asked Dave,

“Should we just... enter?”

“I don’t know…”

They looked at each other, troubled. Steeling their resolve, Cleo nodded at Dave.

“Let’s just enter on three.”

Dave agreed. Cleo held up three fingers, slowly dropping one until none were there. He mouthed “go.” to Dave and then they pushed the door open, it creaking all the way, revealing empty darkness. The duo peered in the room, seeing a bed, a wardrobe, some t-shirts and jeans in a heap on a chair.

They looked at each other, immediately realizing it was a boy’s room. Cleo looked to the open window and entered the room, heading straight for it. Dave hissed at Cleo to come back but Cleo dismissed him and put his hand on the sill, grabbing the fluttering bra and pulling it in. He closed the window, the room now completely silent and turned around, holding it up for Dave to see. Dave looked on in acknowledgement, his hand moving to his crotch in the dark.

Then, from the dark below, a sultry voice echoed out.

“Oh boys~…”

Dave and Cleo ceased all movements. They both recognized it as Mrs. Doe. Another voice then spoke up, a chipper yet sultry one,

“Silly boys going upstairs… Come on down you, we need to discuss some important things~…”

The two looked at each other. Cleo made his way back to Dave and they peered down the stairs. A flashlight clicked on at the bottom of the stairs, illuminating the space in front of it. There was a squeal,

“No! Not mine~”

And then a pair of black panties fell in the middle of the light. The two voices giggled before there was another squeal. A pair of underwear came off before being tossed on top of the black one, a light blue bra and panties. Dave and Cleo looked on, the tents in their pants almost tearing the fabric.

“The basement~”

The two voices giggled before two distinct pair of footsteps scampered off as a door creaked open and shut.

Dave and Cleo looked at each other. They nodded and made their way down the steps and turned around heading into the hall, approaching the basement door. Dave grabbed the handle and Cleo put his hand on the door. They gave each other a look. Dave spoke,

“You sure about this? I can handle both if you wanna go home.”

Cleo chuckled.

“Fuck off, I’d regret this for eternity. That’s Mrs. Doe right there!”

Dave nodded.

“Mrs. Kellie too…”

“Let’s have a good night.”

Both of them opened the door.