Voyeur

 

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Mateo

HE FOUND HIMSELF standing outside her door, again.

He wasn’t sure why. After all, sex was sex. She was a one-night stand. He just couldn’t stop thinking about her. He showered, got dressed to come downtown. Mateo had no idea how long he had been there, standing on the broken sidewalk, looking at the numbers on the doorway. He thought about walking away. The last thing he wanted in his life was a relationship. Complications, demands, caring about how someone felt, no. He listened to the guys he knew talking about their wives and girlfriends. Too many hassles. He had never had an adult relationship and now that he knew better, he wasn’t going to start!

He smiled, thinking about the wild sex they’d had the night before. She was really amazing. She’d laughed and at one point, he was certain she had cried. He’d pretended not to notice.

His friends would never believe it if they knew he was standing outside a girl’s apartment, hoping to run into her.

He was confused, time to leave. At that moment, her door opened. He heard her before he saw her. That voice, maybe that was it: musical, fun, and sexy all in one.

She was arm in arm with a great looking girl with the longest legs Mateo had ever seen. They hugged each other and the tall girl fell into a waiting cab. Mateo felt like a voyeur catching an intimate moment between two lovers. Maybe she was a lesbian. Naw, bi-sexual maybe. but she was definitely not a lesbian.

In that moment, she looked up and saw him waiting. He worried that she might be annoyed or think he was stalking her. Damn! What was he doing there anyways?

 

 

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