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I think I'm in love. I hope Barry won't mind too much.

Okay, so I'm not really in love, but he is dreamy. I have just spent the last day gazing at Jim in the park, watching him write. I decided I'd do this one alone. At first, we argued that it would be Barry and me doing the observation this week, but then I talked to Barry and plans changed.

Now don't get me wrong. I love my boyfriend so much, I'd do almost anything for him, and in fact, I have done pretty much everything for him, or to him. We have such a loving and open relationship that I can share with him anything that comes into mind. Now it wasn't always like this, mind you. It's just that, with what we've both been through, we decided that it was better to be happy together and for one another than to impose a lot of restrictions and limitations and try to control each other's movements.

I've never been unfaithful, and I'm pretty sure he hasn't either. Even if he had, I'd still forgive him if he talked to me about it. We have needs, desires, and we've learned to act on them. I've never slept with another man, and whenever I do things with other girls, he's always present. And when he does things, I'm there too. That's the basis of our relationship : we share everything.

Sometimes, though, we need our time apart, and that's what I need to deal with this investigation. I like to fantasize about other men, sometimes, and it helps when Barry's not around. Now, this Jim character, I could get to like him. He's smart, intelligent and focused, good looking. Thomas and Barry are both really into sports and this Jim seems different somehow. I like a sturdy man, but Thomas is too much for me. Barry's physique is good, but what I like about him is how he makes me smile, and laugh. I think this Jim might be able to do the same. But he's Sarah's prey, so he's off limits, except in my fantasies. Those belong to no one but me.

After a day of watching a guy, you can't help but wonder at his daily life, at his routine, at the size of his penis, at how gentle or hard he is when he is making love to you. I follow him around after the park, mindful not to be seen. He seems as oblivious to my presence as he has been to the others who tailed him. It helps our endeavor.

He picks up supplies from the grocery store and heads back home. I wait until he enters, then go in after him, but I don't climb up the stairs. Instead, I look at the door and the handles there. I memorize the look and style of the handles. The information will come in handy later.

I should probably talk a little about me. I think the others do that. I'm Bonnie, of course. I've known the gang for six years or so, when I moved into the neighborhood. I'm originally from the Midwest, but my mom got a job at an important law firm here so we moved. My dad is the stay-at-home type, that is, when we lived in the mid-west, he'd go roaming all day in the woods. Since we moved here, he hasn't been as enthusiastic. He goes bowling with some guys he met twice a week. But that's about it.

I have two brothers, both younger, much younger in fact. One is 10 and the other is 8. I don't really get to see them, since I moved out of the house after high school to go live with Barry.

I've been doing dares since I was fifteen. It's Sarah who took me in. First night in, they had me strip and do all sorts of stunts in the buff. They were kind to me, I didn't have to do anything sexual on my first night. I got to get into this very progressively, which is what I needed. I only did sexual stuff on my fourth night. Sometimes, I still find it hard to believe that I've actually slept with all these girls in the past. I can't believe we're still friends. I guess things might have gone awry had it not been for Barry.

We introduced him to the game by making him our slave. And he enjoyed it. That was the part that actually turned me on to him, having control over him. I blew him that first night. I had been experimenting with girls, but I knew I was into boys. He was my first. In fact, I've never been with anyone else. Oh! I've blown Thomas a couple of times, a few other people along the way during our more daring times. But I've never had anyone but Barry inside me. Somehow... that's his privilege. That belongs only to him.

When I met Barry, I had experimented enough that I knew what I was looking for, in terms of relationship. It was a hunch, but it panned out. That's why I think Sarah's quest is a legitimate one. I do believe in love at first sight. I know Jennifer disagrees. It's her right. It happened to me, I hope it happens to her someday.

I don't have to work. There are several reasons. I guess you could call me lucky. Not only is my mother very well paid, she gives me money every month, basically paying for all my expenses. I think she's compensating for the fact she has missed so much of my growing up. I don't mind. I had my dad almost all to myself. The other thing is that Barry's family is also loaded, an added bonus. He works with his father and uncle. They own many government owned supply outlets on the West Coast. He was working there while in school, and now he's a full-time member of the clan. He's barely nineteen and already into a lot of money, which has just allowed us to buy our first home. It's not big, but it's cozy. It's great for having friends over. I always found doing our games in our apartments was, well, less than stimulating. Especially since we had to share them with other roommates who were outsiders.

Now, just because I don't have to work, doesn't mean I waste my time at home. I sell stuff door-to-door, but I make my own hours. You name it, I have it or I can get it. It's only as a supplemental income.

Our friends might be jealous of our good fortune if we hoarded. But we share it with them as best we can. I hope they appreciate and don't find us too shallow or greedy. No, I know they don't.

That monday, I go visit my friend Lupo. He's forty years old and a friend of my dad's. I have a special relationship with Lupo. He's a veteran from the first Gulf war, and he's been through a rough patch. One night my dad was out, before I was going out with Barry, he had come over to see my dad and instead we talked about the war, how his wife had left him when he came back, taking his five year old son with her. He had no choice but to recycle his life. He became a locksmith. I hope you see where I'm getting with this. Anyway, I cheered him up by telling him of my school life. I also did something which, thinking back, was my first ever dare. Now, don't get any ideas here, he was thirty-five, I was fourteen, so nothing much happened. I just posed for him in several bikinis, and he gave me ratings. I still have the original ratings chart somewhere in my stuff back home, probably still in a box.

Lupo is of course happy to see me. I don't drop by as often as I could, but life just keeps us busy. We have a system for transactions, and he can tell I'm in need of assistance.

"Hello, Bonnie. Lovely day.
"Lovely indeed, Lupo."

There is no one else in the store. I pull out a picture from my handbag and hand it to him. It's me in a bikini. I'm not wearing any bottom, though, and I'm showing my behind, covering it partly with my hands. He smiles. I always manage to make his day.

"What can I do you for?
"I need... a service.
"You have it."

I don't go into detail, but I explain that I have this door model, with this handle model, and I wonder if he can help me. He understands. We both know this is highly illegal and we keep everything as blurry as possible. He knows I'm not a thief, and I know he's reliable.

"I think this one might fit."

He pulls out a master key set from under the counter, and pulls out one specific key, placing it on the table.

"Or maybe I got something back there."

He turns around, looking at his shelves. I pocket the key discreetly. All the while, I'm positioned so my body is covering the angle of the camera aimed at the counter.

"No... not here. Sorry, don't have anything else.
"Well, it's all right. Thanks Lupo.
"Don't be a stranger, now."

I blow him a kiss and leave. That was the easy part. Now for the hard part.

I don't get to it until that Wednesday. This time, I've asked Barry to come along. With what I've got planned, I'm going to need him. He's carrying a heavy back pack and since this is my operation, he has no idea what's inside it.

"Ton of bricks, right? I'm carrying a ton of bricks.
"Will you stop it? This will be fun.
"You have the key?
"Stop panicking."

Barry doesn't like it when I rely on Lupo's services. I've done it four times in five years. This will be my fifth.

We enter the apartment building and climb up the stairs. I open the way, Barry remains hidden in the stairwell. We want to make sure we're not seen. We've been warned by Sarah about the nosy neighbour. We're very mindful of the sound we make. I get to Jim's door and use the master key. It's harder to operate than it looks. Eventually, I unlock the door and walk in. I secure the place, then come back for Barry. We know Jim has classes all afternoon, so we have a window of about four hours to do whatever we need to do. Ample time. I lock the door and go about the room, pulling the blinds down. We'll need to remember to bring them back up.

Barry puts the bag down in the living room, but I tell him to bring it to the bedroom. Everything seems nice and tidy. Jim doesn't have a lot of stuff, it appears.

Once Barry has set the bag down, he goes to the computer. He has his own assignment while I set up the room. I open the bag and take out a large blanket, which I set over the bed. There's no place to tie the handcuffs so I leave them in the bag. I pull out the camera and the tripod, and set it up towards the bed. I smile at the prospect of what's going to happen here. We have a full hour of video. It should be ample time. I go to Barry's side. He's into the computer now and it's not password protected.

"What do we have here, then?
"Well, I'm looking at recently opened files. Text documents mostly, a few pictures.
"Show the pictures."

Barry opens the pictures up one by one, mindful to close them. I'm disappointed. No nudity, no porn. Just some drawings of characters. His? I don't think so. Probably found on the internet. Barry opens up a text file titled The True Face of Rebecca. We skim through the text. It's an erotic story about some girl, Rebecca, whose description feels awfully like Sarah. She's learning about her sexuality in contact with an older man in some kind of make believe setting. This is more like it.

"I think our boy has fantasies about Sarah.
"Maybe", Barry replies.

He closes it and then logs onto the internet, checking the cache for recently viewed pages. Most of it is literature oriented, a few pages are from the college, yet more are about museum research. We finally locate the good stuff. Nude Samples. Barry clicks on it.

Naked women fill the screen. I imagine Jim masturbating to these images. All of these girls are posing, none are involved in sexual situations.

Next, we do a search on his hard drive for video files. We find a few, nothing pertinent to our research. But we don't give up. Barry goes back several days in the internet log's history, until finally we find something. Erotic Heroes. Intriguing. We click on it. It's a website about popular superheroines involved in sexual situations. There are small samples of videos. We'll have to keep this in mind for later reference. We play a few of the samples. They're enticing but they're only tease.

"This is the best we'll find.
"I wish we'd brought costumes.
"We couldn't know. Come on."

Barry gets up and pushes me towards the bed. I fall back on our blanket. He pulls his top off.

"Wait! Start the video!"

He does. I start opening buttons on my blouse. The camera is on me, now, he's out of sight. I open up completely : I'm not wearing any bra. Barry pulls into frame, starts kissing my chest. I look at the camera; I've set the screen facing us, so we can see what we're doing as we're doing it. He crawls up to my mouth and we kiss. I fondle at his zipper and start unbuckling his pants. The sample on the computer ends, so he stands up and starts another one.

"Bring the keyboard here, and the mouse."

Both are wireless so we drag them onto the bed. He returns and I start removing his pants. He's only wearing a g-string. I rub my hand against it. He's already rock hard, and it sticks out. I glide my tongue against it, then kiss it gently before putting it in my mouth. Barry pushes me back because we're slightly out of frame. We should have brought someone along to hold the camera. Next time, maybe. I work on him for some time. He resets a new sample and is looking at the computer screen. I pull away eventually. I completely take off my blouse.

He reaches under my skirt and pulls off my panties. I lie down on the bed so my crotch is facing the camera. I also have a good view of the screen. There are two girls in hero costumes kissing and fondling each other. I don't know their names. Barry buries his head under my skirt and starts playing with me with his mouth. I keep staring at the screen on the computer, then at the tiny screen of the camera, where I see my blushing face. This turns me on even more.

"Make me come... make me come..."

I feel the rush coming on. I can't scream. I don't know how thick the walls are. I bite my lip as the orgasm overpowers me. I close my eyes and let the pleasure ride me. When I finally relax, Barry has pulled away and started a new sample. This one is about this male villain exacting a revenge over a female hero. There's some blood in my mouth. I must have bit my lip harder than I imagined.

Barry pulls up to me. He has removed his thong. I look down and see he still has his socks on.

"For God's sake, Barry, take off your socks!"

He looks down, notices, and starts laughing.

"I can't fuck you with your socks on!
"You can't? But why?
"Because... socks!"

He laughs again and takes them off. I remove my skirt. I keep my high socks on. I don't know why but it turns him on. Jennifer says it's because it accentuates the rest of the legs. I start licking him again, but he pulls away.

"No. I want to take you.
"Okay."

I was into pleasuring him, but if he'd rather take me I'm not one to complain. I lay on my back, lift my legs. He enters me from above. We move about a little, so the camera has a good pan on both of our bodies. Only our heads and lower legs are out of frame. He's pumping me good and enjoying every minute of it. We stop for a moment and he exits, allowing us both to catch our breath. He sets up a new sample while I move about. I face the camera on all fours and let him enter me from behind. Now I can actually see both our faces, even if he's behind me. He returns to his previous pumping action. Seeing his face is intoxicating. He's really into it, and I'm slowly edging back into full orgasm mode. The sample ends, but this time, he's not stopping to start a new one.

I feel him inside me, releasing himself into me. I want him to keep pumping and he does for a moment, but then he stops, tired and exhausted. I'm content but that first orgasm was better. He came too fast. But I don't hold it against him. I've already had my fun.

I stop the camera and lie down beside him.

"I love you.
"Love you too."

He's exhausted. Normally, I'd let him sleep. Unless there are other people present, Barry always falls asleep after sex. This time, we're in a stranger's home. We don't have that luxury.

"Come on, lover. Don't fall asleep.
"Sorry."

He makes an effort to sit in bed. I hug him tight.

"That was great! I say. Unbelievable.
"Yeah... awesome."

I kiss him. Before getting out of bed, I reach into the bag and get tissues so we can wipe ourselves. We must not leave any evidence of our presence here (well nothing obvious, I'm not talking police here, just the resident himself), hence the blanket over his bed. We retrieve every piece of clothing on the bed, return the keyboard and mouse to the desk after wiping both with tissues. We take our time getting dressed. Barry folds the blanket and returns it to the bag, while I dismantle the camera and tripod. I shut down the computer after shutting down the opened applications, while Barry packs everything of ours remaining into the backpack.

I kiss Barry. I head towards the wardrobe and open it. Pants, shirts, jeans. Nothing out of the ordinary. I look in the back. Boxes. I'm curious and ask Barry to pull one out. It's heavy. We look inside. Comic books.

"No surprise here, considering what we found on the computer."

I smile. We carefully put the box back where we found it. We search the rest of the apartment for signs of sexual conduct. Nothing. No toys, no tools.

"I guess he's only seeing mr. Righty, says Barry."

I laugh heartily. Mr. Righty. What will my boyfriend think of next? Barry gets serious.

"I don't think there's anything more here. I mean, he's not into bondage, cross-dressing, no sign he shaves down there... probably has a pretty boring life.
"I wouldn't say boring. I'd say... focused. We'll just have to find a way to alter his focus. I think we can bring him along. I hope so, for Sarah's sake.
"She's really putting a lot of hope in this guy.
"She is. And that's why we need to help her. We want our Sarah happy."

Barry agrees. We leave as discreetly as we came. Hopefully, we left no clues to our presence here.