Chapter 28
Lately, Lily had become much more adventurous in bed, eager to try new things, and less inhibited. She seemed to lose herself in the moment, oblivious to our surroundings.
Right now, it was getting dark outside, but the living room was lit up bright with those white fluorescent lights. Lily was moaning under me, lost in pleasure, unaware that the balcony door was wide open. If someone across the street on the second floor looked over, they'd get an eyeful of our action.
Lily's pale, round butt and long legs were facing the balcony, and the iron railing didn't hide a thing. I imagined the slick wetness between us, visible with every deep thrust. The thought sent a jolt of excitement through me.
I remembered when Jack had humiliated Lily here, and the old guy across the street seemed to be peeping through his window. Even when I was just hanging at Lily's, I'd catch him sneaking glances.
Sure enough, after a few thrusts, I saw the old man's silhouette in the window again. I glanced back and saw his bald, skinny figure staring greedily at us.
The idea of this stranger watching Lily's naked, beautiful body gave me a weird sense of satisfaction. My sense of conquest over Lily grew, and I started thrusting harder into her.
I wanted to show off Lily's perfect breasts to the old man, but I didn't want her to notice him. Plus, just knowing he was watching was enough to drive me wild. Holding Lily's slim waist, I kept going, putting on a show for the voyeur, fucking her hard for over ten minutes before I finally came deep inside her.
Afterward, I collapsed on Lily's warm body, listening to her whisper, "I love you, Kevin."
Hearing that, I felt a pang of guilt for exposing her like that for my own kicks.
I gently stroked her smooth back and quietly closed the door while she was still basking in the afterglow. Even though Lily was usually tough, she got a bit scared of the dark when she was alone at night. So, I'd been staying with her lately. Tonight was no different, and we went at it again before bed. It wasn't until the next day around noon, when I got back to my place, that I pulled out the torn diary from my backpack.
Putting together the pieces of the diary was tougher than I thought, and it seemed like some parts were missing. It took a lot of effort to finally piece it all together.