Cruise Control (Watchers Crew) by Ines Johnson Page B

shoulders, his chin rested on the top of my head. The television was off. There was no music. But there was entertainment going on in front of us.  
    Ellie stood completely naked in the middle of the room. She was sandwiched between Eagle and Crow, who also stood completely bare. Ellie’s head rested back against Crow’s shoulder as he reached around and played with her taut, pink nipples. Eagle ran his dark hands up and down her body and over her bare pussy.
    Crow sat down on the couch before them. He brought Ellie to kneel on the floor. He spread his thighs and offered her his dick. Ellie took it eagerly. Eagle stretched out on the rug beneath her, coming to lay flat on the floor. He guided her hips over his face and pulled her pussy to his lips.
    “You hungry, baby?”
    It took me a moment to make out Owl’s words. I stared at him for a full thirty-seconds as I turned those three words over and over in my head. I was hungry, but it wasn’t my stomaching that was turning itself in knots, aching to be filled. Owl smiled at me as though he knew exactly what was going on in my body.  
    He turned away from my mute expression and addressed Hawk who sat in a chair beside us. “You want a sandwich, Hawk?”
    “Yeah, thanks man,” Hawk said from his chair as he watched his girlfriend get fucked by his two other friends. “Get Ellie some cold orange juice, will you?”
    “Sure thing. You want a drink, Kira?”
    I swallowed, still unable to get out any words.  
    Owl smiled. “I’ll bring you something.” He disappeared into the kitchen, leaving me siting next to Hawk as his girlfriend climaxed on Eagle’s tongue.
    I’d watched porn flicks with boyfriends before. I’d sit beside them on the couch trying not to roll my eyes. Or I’d lie next to them in the bed and try not to fall asleep. Porn was often unrealistic and boring to me. It was done by men for men. The women were only props who stared vacantly at the camera and did a far poorer job than I’d ever done of faking it.  
    In contrast, I couldn’t take my eyes off of the live action scene before me. Crow and Eagle were clearly showing off. They were each vying to see who could make Ellie come harder. I’d never watched another woman come. I’d watched them fake it, of course. But this, the expression on Ellie’s face, the sound that came from her gut, this was all real.
    I watched Eagle alternately lick long strokes, then fast strokes up and down the length of Ellie’s pussy. Then he’d open wide and suck her entire core into his mouth.
    Ellie, whose head had been buried in Crow’s lap, released Crow’s dick with a pop. Eagle grinned triumphantly as Crow scowled.
    “I’m gonna come,” Ellie announced.
    But she didn’t need to announce it. The signs were clear all over her body. Her hips, which had been moving in a steady wave over Eagle’s tongue, jerked erratically. They jerked up and down in quick staccato movements. Her upper body convulsed as her thighs shook. Ellie’s eyes closed.
    I watched her, trapped in that stillness I’d come to know so well thanks to Owl. It was like riding a roller coaster where you slowed down as you reached the topmost part of the ride. There was a slight pause at the top before you went down. That part where no one is screaming yet. That part where the wind isn’t yet on your face. That part where you can feel the space between your heart beats. It’s not long. It’s just one second, but so much happens in that second to make it feel like an eternity. There’s so much awareness in that second that you sense everything.  
    And then you speed down. Your heartbeat goes beyond your control. The silence of it fills with your cries. The wind rushes across your body and knocks you over.
    I watched Ellie get to that point, that peak. I watched her hold her breath. Her eyes opened, and she sought and found Hawk.
    Hawk clenched the armrest as he stared at his girlfriend. It was as though he sat right with her on that