The Lemonade Stand has spent years bringing you the best the fandom has to offer, and we are very excited to have the chance to offer you MORE. We've watched stories grow and develop from first post through COMPLETE in The Nursery, and now we're sharing previews of the stories that will soon be your new addiction.
This week, the gorgeous duo JiffyKate, authors of the brilliant The Other One, share a little detail on their upcoming story Watch and See with us.
Jiff: Hey, Jenny Kate, remember that one time at TFMU-Nashville, when we were in our hotel room completely hammered and looking out the window? Inspiration struck, and amazingly enough, we remembered our plot bunny the next day!
Jenny Kate: I’m a little shocked we remembered anything from that night! Why do we always wait until the last night of a trip to get plastered? I’m glad we remembered the details of this plot bunny. And here we are, one year later, finally posting the first chapter.
Summary: Her sexual experience is limited, at best. She’s never found pleasure in it, so what’s the point? Now, though, she wants what he’s giving. Seeing the women fall apart against his window has her yearning and wanting to the point she almost combusts sitting on the ledge, merely an observer. What would it be like if she were one of them?
Watch and See
His large palms and long fingers are pressed firmly against the glass, while her pale white back slides vigorously up and down, her mess of red hair all over the place.
Everything I observe on the other side of that window hits somewhere deep within me, igniting a fire I didn’t know was possible.
Her legs unravel from his waist, and he spins her around. She braces her hands against the window as her mouth drops open, and he enters her from behind. I get the first glimpse of her face, and she’s beautiful. But they all are. Her features are soft and delicate. When she finally opens her eyes, I zoom in closer and see that they’re blue. They’re not the same shade of deep blue that his eyes are. They’re lighter with a hint of green.
This is his favorite position. He takes almost every woman like this. And since it’s a favorite of his, it’s also a favorite of mine. Well, a favorite to watch. I’ve only ever had sex in the missionary position, but I’ve got a good imagination.
I continue to watch. He pushes; she pushes. He pulls; she surrenders. Sometimes, it’s slow and sensual. Other times, it’s fast and hard. It’s up to him. He sets the pace. The women are merely at his mercy, but I never see them leave without a satisfied, sated expression. So I can only guess that it’s as good for them as it is for him… and for me.
Her beautiful face contorts as she throws her head back. Judging by the way her mouth is hanging open and her throat is moving, I imagine she’s screaming, probably his name.
He bends her over farther, his strong hands gripping her torso as his hips collide with hers, and he continues to thrust in and out forcefully. The sweat coating his chest accentuates the definition of his muscles. Gritted teeth and a tight jaw tell me he’s getting close, which disappoints me because I could watch him for hours.
I let out a breath I’ve been holding, licking my dry lips as I watch him push in even harder, his movements becoming erratic.
I probably shouldn’t watch. I’m sure some would think it’s perverse.
I don’t have a fetish, per se, but I do have to admit I get off.
I’d have to be dead not to.
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