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  VOYEURS

  Part One of HIKERS’ HONEYMOON

  A.S. Peavey

  Copyright 2016 A.S. Peavey

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  Voyeurs

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  About the Author

  VOYEURS

  “Come on,” Ben said. “No need for secrets.”

  “Why not? Secrets are fun.” Lily flashed a wicked smile at her new husband—as best she could, given that they were hiking up into the mountains.

  “Secrets are fun to learn. And we’re husband and wife now.”

  “So…”

  “I swore to love you no matter what. So your past isn’t going to scare me away now. Though you don’t have to reveal all your secrets right away.”

  “You’re just asking for my biggest sexual secret?” Lily tried to sound skeptical, but part of her wanted to spill. Part of her just wanted to relive her past by talking about it. She felt guilty, but also horny.

  Ben took a moment, then he nodded. Realizing that with all the effort devoted to hiking, Lily might not see the nod, he added: “Yeah.”

  Lily sighed. “I didn’t realize I’d married a sex crazed maniac.”

  “It’s our honeymoon. So yeah, sex is what I’m thinking about.” Ben stumbled. He was never in danger of falling over, even with the heavy pack on his back. It had just been a small rock.

  Lily laughed. “Clearly, you’re thinking about sex, and not the trail.”

  They paused the sex talk for a minute. They heard the noise of conversation coming from above them that presaged a trio of hikers already on their way down from Lily Falls. They didn’t wait long, though, before resuming the conversation, if initially in softer tones.

  “It was your question that got me talking about the time that I made love to an older woman.”

  “Made love to…?”

  “Had sex with. Fucked. Okay. That’s not the point. I talked about it. Because you asked.”

  “Yeah. And that was hot…”

  The older woman hadn’t been that much older than Ben. Not quite ten years older. But since Ben had been twenty at the time, even that age gap was exciting. And the older women had taught Ben plenty about sex—many things that he’d taken into later relationships, helping him please Lily, for instance. She had wheedled Ben into talking about this in considerable detail.

  “I think it’s only fair that you share a major sexual secret.”

  Lily did her best to shrug her shoulders under the weight of her pack. “Fine.”

  Ben gave her a minute. When she didn’t start spilling her secret, he said: “So?”

  Lily mock punched him. “In case you hadn’t noticed, this section of trail is steep. I was trying to gather my breath.”

  “So long as that’s all. If you want, you can just tell me a minor secret—still sexual, of course.”

  Lily didn’t understand how he could be so obsessed with sex—at least right now. Lily understood the sexual obsession in general. Normally she was more obsessed than her new husband. There had been times in the past week when she was too distracted by thoughts of wedding night and honeymoon sex that she’d stopped working for a half hour at a time. She usually fucked him as soon as they both got home. The night before the wedding had been torture, though, since they’d decided to follow the silly tradition of not seeing each other before the wedding.

  So Lily could be obsessed with sex. But specifically being obsessed with sex while on the trail was another thing. As it was she was getting her panties wet. She hoped that wasn’t showing through on her pants. But, more importantly, the wetness was making her ever so slightly uncomfortable. She was worried that it would lead to chaffing on her inner thighs. However, Lily couldn’t imagine that Ben’s hard-on, even if he wasn’t completely hard, could be at all compatible with hiking up the side of a mountain.

  Then again, she did understand. This was their honeymoon. Everything they did that wasn’t fucking was an interlude between fucking, because they couldn’t physically keep on having sex every waking minute. And even if they could, they did need something to say when their friends and family asked how the honeymoon was.

  At last Lily, said: “I’ve slept with women.”

  “That’s minor?” Ben brought his hands together to rub them, but the trekking poles got in the way.

  “No. That’s the biggest secret. The one I was working up to telling you about.”

  “Okay.” Ben paused. He adjusted the crotch of his pants. He tried to do it without letting Lily notice. But he failed. He did, at least, ignore Lily’s laughter, so he could ask: “So you’ve been naked, completely naked, with another woman. Rubbing against her body.”

  Lily smiled. “Sliding my breasts against hers, my hands caressing her body, running along the outside her thighs—then inside.” Lily’s grin was evil. She felt a little guilty trying to make him completely hard now, while still on the trail, where there was nowhere that she could give him relief (or have Ben return the favor), and where he’d have trouble walking with that bulge bugging him.

  But she only felt a little guilty. She couldn’t help smiling all the more when he had to reach down and adjust his crotch again.

  “It’s a good thing you’ve got tight underwear on to keep your hard-on out of the way.” The bulge could be obvious if you were looking, but otherwise his cock was kept close to his body. That at least made walking less uncomfortable. By a bit.

  Lily opened her mouth to tease Ben more, but they rounded a corner in the trail and spotted another couple coming down. She hadn’t heard the couple coming. She wasn’t sure if she’d been distracted by teasing, or if the couple had been quiet.

  At first there was no sign the couple had noticed Ben and Lily’s untoward conversation. The man kept talking about his job. But Lily saw the woman’s eyes slyly taking in the bulge of Ben’s crotch, and as they passed other woman looked Lily straight in the eye and gave her an approving nod.

  Maybe when they went single file to pass the other couple, Lily should have taken the lead, to hide Ben’s now more obvious bulge, but her mind had been on what the couple could overhear, not what they could see.

  After the couple passed, Lily kept glancing behind her, and when the other couple moved out of sight, if not out of earshot, she giggled.

  “What?”

  “The woman appreciated your hard on. I think she congratulated me on getting you so worked up.”

  “Ah.”

  “Ah?”

  “Well, when I saw that nod, I wondered if you were friends. Or maybe former lovers.”

  “You were imagining the two of us naked?”

  Ben pursed his lips and bobbed his head as if he was deliberately considering the question and trying to decide if he’d had that picture in his head. Finally, he said, “Yup.”

  Lily smacked his arm again.

  “How did I not know you’d dated women?”

  “I only dated women for a year and a half in college. And you’re not one of those assholes who has to know their lover’s complete relationship history.”

  “Guilty.”

  “Nor are you one of the other types of assholes who needs to understand the insides of out
s of my identity. You accept me without having to define me.”

  Ben hadn’t even said anything when she took a trimmer to her hair and went for more butch look. He’d clearly appreciated it, though it might have kept him away if that had been her hairstyle when they first met. Or maybe not. But that had been her fear.

  “Sure. But I never noticed you staring at women.”

  “And I don’t normally notice you looking at women. Certainly not staring. It’s not polite, normally. So we don’t do it. But you don’t notice how I appreciate sexy women in the movies we watch either. Clearly you’re watching the movie instead of my reaction when a sexy woman starts undressing on the screen.”

  “I do most sincerely apologize.”

  “Apology not accepted. You don’t have to pay attention to me twenty-four seven.”

  “So back to sex…” Ben said.

  “Yes?”

  “I was wondering about the kinds of things you would have done with, say, that women we passed. But I guess I’ll just have to ask what you did with the girls you actually slept with. So you’ve had a finger in another woman’s pussy.”

  “Uh-huh.” She spoke as if this should be obvious, and as if Ben was a novice in ideas about sexual relations and needed remedial tutoring.

  Ben ignored her teasing. “And you’ve licked another woman’s pussy?”

  “I have given a woman head. Yes.”

  “Have you had strap-on sex?”

  “I’ve tried it.”

  “And?”

  “Sometimes it was fun. Other times it wasn’t worth the bother. It really depends on the women, and on how they treat the plastic dick.”

  “Wearing the strap-on? Or being fucked by one?”

  “Does it matter?”

  Ben nodded. “Because you I want to imagine this correctly.”

  Lily smacked Ben’s butt.

  “Hey. I’m serious. And it matters to what you were saying about how the other woman treated it. Was it that you liked it when your lovers pretended they were guys, or maybe you liked the cock obsessed girls who liked sucking your plastic cock.”

  Lily rolled her eyes. “I played both roles. Wearing the strap-on and receiving.”

  “Oooh.”

  “And It was more subtle than that. It was best if the strap-on excited her. Then I’d get excited.”

  “And…”

  “I want to ask a question. You’re imagining me wearing a strap-on. What do you think? Do you want to see it in real life?”

  “Um…”

  “Just you and me.”

  “I suppose. It would be worth seeing.”

  “Well with that endorsement I’m not going to go out and buy one. Unfortunately, I was never the one who owned the strap-on.”

  “But…”

  “Or, are you saying that you wouldn’t just like to see me in a strap-on? You’d like it if I fucked you with one. Are you interested in pegging?”

  Ben stopped. His eyes went wide, though he tried to hide his expression by reaching for his water tube.

  “You’d like it?”

  “I have no fucking clue,” Ben said. “I’ve heard it can be fun, but it is a bit intimidating. However, I’m game to try most things once, so if you wanted…”

  “Still not a ringing endorsement. And I’m not rich enough to waste money on a maybe.”

  Ben nodded. He looked like he might say more about the strap-on, but when he opened his mouth he returned to his questions about Lily’s activities with other women.

  “Have you tribbed?”

  “Tribbed?”

  “You haven’t watched enough porn, have you?”

  “I’ve watched plenty—even some with bisexual women doing all sorts of things. I’ve never gone on forums to discuss sex acts in porn, as it happens. So what’s tribbing?”

  Ben frowned—Lily wasn’t looking and didn’t see the full expression. But she heard it in his hesitation. Eventually he answered the question, without commenting on her dig. “It’s when two women scissor their legs together—I guess. I don’t know if that’s necessary. The important thing is that they grind their pussies together.”

  “Ah.” Lily nodded knowingly.

  “And? Did you trib?”

  Lily nodded. “I tried. My partner really enjoyed it. I didn’t.”

  “And What was that woman like?”

  “Selfish.”

  “No, I meant…”

  “Yeah, what did she look like. Doesn’t matter. She would sexually excite you regardless of her body type or hair color, I’m sure. The point is that I broke with her after the first time I fucked her. We only did the things she was interested in. Like that, what did you call it, tribbing?”

  “So you’ve tribbed.” There was a wide, but obviously false smile on Ben’s face. He nearly stumbled, tripping over a rock on the trail because he’d half closed his eyes to accentuate the smile.

  “Idiot.”

  Ben didn’t respond to Lily’s dig. “And you didn’t like it?”

  “No,” Lily said. “I mean, maybe it was Yvonne. There were other things that I disliked doing with Yvonne that were fun when I was with other women. Hell, maybe the problem was the length of her pubic hair being uncomfortably scratchy. But I didn’t enjoy it, and I didn’t try it again.”

  “Okay.”

  Lily stayed quiet for a minute. And for a wonder Ben accepted her need to pause and reflect. “Look, you don’t need to worry. I enjoyed sleeping with women…”

  “Can you say that again a little dirtier…”

  “…but I…”

  “No, no. You enjoy eating pussy…”

  Lily slapped Ben on the shoulder, barely hard enough for him to feel it, though he made a showing of rubbing it, and giving Lily a puppy dog face. “Okay, fine…”

  “So, yes, I enjoyed eating pussy.” Lily stopped. “But I’m not going to leave you for a woman.”

  “Believe me, I’m not intimidated by these revelations. That’s not what I’m thinking about.”

  Lily pointedly looked down at his bulge. It had gone down, somewhat, but was still visible. “I can tell.”

  “No. I mean, I know you’re not going to leave me for a woman, just like I know you’re not going to leave me for another man.”

  Lily leaned against Ben for just as long as it could be cute and cuddly. She nearly fell over because he didn’t stop immediately.

  “But,” Ben went on, “you can tell me your reason.”

  “So I liked fucking women. The female body excites me as much as the male body. But I never felt a romantic connection. I liked the women I dated, but I just didn’t connect with them.”

  “Why not?”

  “I don’t know. Something in my brain’s wiring, I guess?”

  “Sure.”

  “And I really tried to have a romantic relationship with a woman. I was in a phase where all men were assholes. Because I’d dated a few too many high school and college men. And I was probably prone to agreeing to date the assholes. So yeah.”

  Ben waited a minute. “You were saying about romantic lesbian relationships?”

  Lily laughed. “Yeah. I got distracted. I tried really hard to fall for a girl. But I never did more than have fun with one. And I’m not saying I expected love, true love to just strike me. But the relationships didn’t progress, I didn’t become attached. I never got upset when the relationship ended—except that I’d have to look elsewhere for sex. Don’t ask why my brain works that way. Just appreciate that it means that I eventually met and fell in love with you.”

  “Aaaaah,” Ben said, hugging Lily as best he could despite his pack.

  “Aaaaah.”

  “I love you too.” Ben resumed walking. “But we were talking about you and lesbian sex, and it was hot.”

  Lily slapped Ben on the shoulder. Then she said, “What do you want to know next? Other sexual techniques?”

  “Actually, what I want to know is, do you have a type?”

  “A type?”


  “A type of girl you liked to fuck? For instance, would you fuck that girl who I was apparently imagining as your former lover?”

  “No. I’m married to you. I only fuck you.”

  Ben huffed. “Excuse me. Let me rephrase. Would you have, in the past, fucked that woman?”

  Lily thought about it. “I suppose. She looked hot.” Lily didn’t say that with this conversation occupying her mind, she had spent a moment imagining that other woman stripping. “But I never just fucked a woman simply because she looked hot. As I said, I was trying to have a romantic relationship. I didn’t sleep with any girl that I didn’t enjoy spending time around, talking about movies or whatever.”

  Ben nodded. The first time they’d had sex was while watching a movie. Lily had insisted that he watch it because she needed to discuss it with him, like a half dozen other movies they’d discussed just that evening. But in the pale blue light they had started kissing and, well, to make a long story short he had to watch the movie on his own after the weekend was over (and even then the perfectly un-erotic flick still got him horny).

  “But there are probably women you find sexier.”

  “I guess.”

  “So are you a breast girl or a butt girl? Or are women not divided that way?”

  “I doubt men are divided that way.”

  “Oh…”

  “But I guess I was a breast girl—at least a bit more. But I appreciate asses too.”

  “Yeah and you liked kissing them, caressing them, squeezing them, rubbing your body against them?”

  “I…”

  Lily didn’t get to say what she liked. As she began a family of four came around the corner of the switchback. The two kids walked by, practically skipping down the trail, but the parents were red faced and stared at Ben and Lily until they’d passed (and probably they glanced back every few seconds after passing).

  At least the sight of them had driven down Ben’s hard-on.

  Kelsey and Ben changed subjects after the family passed them. They didn’t even let themselves get on subjects where their language could be confused for anything sexual—even if you had to try really hard to misunderstand them. Their language did become more liberal as time passed. And occasionally they broke through the guilt and made an actually sexual comment, but only in hushed tones when they were sure no one could be listening.