"No... I live with my dad." I turn from the two goddesses and shout back toward the kitchen. "Dad! The neighbors wanna see you!"
Before long, he comes out with a smile, waving to the neighbors and introducing herself. "Hi! My name's Marty," my father says, extending his hand. I didn't even notice before, but they brought a cake over for us.
"Good evening. My name's Zoei," the dark-haired one says. Her voice is entirely different. No longer is she speaking as if she's trying to seduce someone like some siren, no, she's speaking formally. I guess she wants to make a good first impression.
"I'm also Zoey! Mine's with a Y and hers is with an I. I also go by Zee," the brown-haired one adds.
"Oooh, how cute. You two have the same first name!" my father says as he laughs a little, bringing a smile to both of the ladies' faces.
"First and last name. We're married," the dark-haired Zoei wraps her arm around her lover who's still holding the cake.
"Oh! Wow! That's so wonderful! Go you!" my dad says, pumping his fist in the air. Geez, how embarrassing...
"Thank you," the brown-haired Zoey says, extending her arms outward. "We brought a little welcome to the neighborhood gift! I hope you like red velvet!" Zoey smiles brightly as she hands the cake to my dad; I take it from Zee's hands instinctively.
Zoei and Zoey look at me with their animalistic eyes before reverting to their kind neighbor's eyes and looking at my father. 'What was that?' I think to myself. 'Was that them teasing me?'
"Your daughter is such a sweetheart," Zee tells my dad, side-eyeing me quickly before looking at him again. "We spoke briefly earlier at the moving van. You did an amazing job."
"Ah, thank you!" my father is flattered, I guess. These girls were smooth talkers, it was almost scary seeing them switch expressions when they'd glance at me and back at my father.
"She never lets me carry a thing. I'm not as physically able as I once was," my dad tells them with a laugh.
"That's too cute..." Zoei adds. "If only we had a little helper like her around. We just got this new computer but we have no idea how to set it up."
"Oh, you can borrow her whenever you need, she is great with computers! She doesn't mind, right?" my father looks right at me as he says this.
"Oh, is that right?" Zoei murmurs, looking right at me with her eyes squinting seductively. "Well, anyway, Zoey and I have some things to take care of. Enjoy the rest of your night, it was nice meeting you both."
"Have a good night," my dad says.
"See ya!" Zee says with a bright smile and a cute wave goodbye.
"G'night," I'm still mesmerized so that was all I can muster up.
"Well aren't they nice," my dad tells me.
"Yeah. They seem like wonderful ladies," I say sarcastically. Wonderful was an understatement. The more I interact with them, the more I find myself addicted to the thought of them. They've been gone for a few seconds, yet I want to see them again. Why?
My father and I finish our dinner and some of the cake the neighbors gifted us.
It was delicious.
A few hours later, I'm in bed. I'm ready to sleep for the night, however, I can see shadows moving through the blinds on my window. 'What?' I'm wondering, getting out of bed and approaching the window. I can hear voices, women's voices. I can't tell what they're saying or if they were saying any actual words, but it's definitely the voices of two women.
I raise a single part of the blinds and peek through it. Immediately, my eyes widen at what they see. I see Zee and Zoei, Zoei is wearing black lingerie with bruises all over her body, while Zee wears pink straps all over her body, along with a big dildo inside a harness she's wearing.
'HO-LY SHIT!' I think to myself, immediately feeling the warmth between my legs making itself known again. Their shutters are open; they're letting anyone or anything look inside their home to view their intimacy! No, not just anyone; they're inviting me to see!
I notice Zee has a whip in her hand, a pink one to match her straps. She hits Zoei, who's tied up against their bedpost, with all she has and Zoei lets out an intense, yet feminine, grunt. Despite her body being bruised, she's loving it, looking up at her wife with a fire-filled gaze, biting her lips, and smiling as if she wants more punishment.
I shouldn't be watching this, I know that. This is none of my business, it's creepy and weird and I don't even find stuff like this attractive. I watched maybe one or two lesbian videos to see-- just to see-- but I did not enjoy them that much. However, watching them like this, hiding like a creep, makes my body feel all the more searing. I don't know what's coming over me, but my hand is acting on its own, I feel it slip down into my drenched panties. I'm so turned on from watching, there's already plenty of my juices to use as a lubricant for myself.
Using my free hand, I crack the window open to let in some of the sounds, immediately I'm met by the sound of leather hitting skin and Zoei's intense screams. "Aaghn~! Fuck!" she shouts at her lover, still biting her lips with a smile.
Hearing her moans and exclamations is making my entire body quiver and twitch. As I rub my lips with my two fingers, I imagine myself being whipped by Zee, having her stepping on my throat as she beats me senselessly. With each lashing, I feel myself secreting more of my filthy love nectar. My mind wanders and I think about what it would be like if both of them were beating the fuck out of me, bruising and pounding me until I came from the pleasurable pain.
Am I a masochist? Maybe.
No, who am I kidding, I am a masochist. I want them to dominate me, to own me, to turn me into their pet.
I hear Zee beat Zoei again. "Uagh~! Yes!" Zoei blurts in pleasure once more before giggling to herself. Now I'm pretending that I'm the one in her shoes. With each clash of skin and leather, I shut my eyes and quiver as if that's my skin being beaten. I start pulling my pajamas off, exposing myself. I start smacking my ass, timing it with Zee's strikes as I'm still rubbing my own nasty stickiness around my clit.
It gets to the point where I'm waiting anxiously for Zee to spank Zoei, to spank me again! Fuck, I can't take it anymore, why did she stop? I open my eyes and glance into their window. What I see makes my heart sink.
With smiles on their faces, both of them stare at me, laughing at me, teasing me. They saw it all. The way I was touching myself, spanking myself while fantasizing about being their third. Humiliated, I just sit here... letting them laugh.
That's not even the worst of it.
Not only are they making fun of me...
I'm turned on by it.