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Time on His Hands

Chapter 3 — Playback

As much as he tried to tell himself that he was justified in what he had done, Henry couldn’t help but admit that what he’d done with Lori had been as much about being vindictive as it had been about anything else.

Not for the first time, Henry looked the watch over. If this watch could make him do things like that, if it could make him act like he acted, if it could change him like it did, then maybe it was a power he just shouldn’t have.

He put the watch away. He’d have to think about it, he told himself. He’d have to think about it and when he was sure he could handle it, he’d try using it again.

He did think about it but there’s a reason that people say out of sight, out of mind. Tucked away inside his drawer, the watch garnered less and less attention from the man until when he did think of the watch, it was to remind himself that he needed to think about the watch.

All that changed when Julie showed up on his doorstep.

Henry could tell right away that something was wrong and being a rather straight-forward and unimaginative kind of guy, Henry asked the first question that came to his mind. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s Doug,” Julie said.

That caused Henry to freeze. Doug was his neighbor’s boyfriend. Well, ex-boyfriend, really, and his change of status had come after Julie had caught him fucking the hell out of the waitress in a restaurant. Well, to he honest, Henry supposed, one would have to say that Julie hadn’t so much caught him, as he’d done it right there in front of her, and after that, his fate was sealed, and all of that had come courtesy of the watch that was now safely put away in one of Henry’s kitchen drawers. “Doug,” Henry asked. “What’s he doing back?”

If Julie noticed Henry’s odd choice of words, she made no note of it. “He came back last night,” she said and Henry was sure she’d been crying.

“What did he want?”

“He wanted me,” Julie groaned and then she burst out crying and Henry had trouble making out just what it was she was saying. All he was sure he really understood was that for some reason, Doug had come back for her.

“Why’d he come back for you,” Henry finally asked.

“I don’t know,” Julie whimpered. “He said he found his true love and he said he wanted to share it with me.”

“That doesn’t sound right.”

“That’s what I said,” Julie returned. “I asked him if he found his true love, I asked him why he wanted to share it with me.”

“Yeah, and what’d he say to that?”

“He said his mistress made him do it.”

“His mistress?”

Julie nodded. “Look, I really shouldn’t have come here. I shouldn’t be burdening you with this...”

Henry shook his head. He had no idea why girls did that. Well, the truth was no girl had ever done that with him, but he’d heard about it from others, girls coming forward with their problems and then backing out of it just when it was about to get to the meat of the problem. “Listen,” the man said. “Why don’t you tell me about it.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want you to see me that way.”

“See you what way?”

“The way I was.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“And that’s why I shouldn’t have come here.”

Harry shook his head. That made absolutely no sense at all, and yet, having said that, Julie withdrew.

Even then, Henry did not immediately think of the watch. His thoughts were for Julie and he dithered about, wondering if he should go after her or if he should wait and see if she would come back. Did she want him to come after her or would she be mad if he did. Was it better for him to stay where he was and wait for her to come to him when the time was right?

In what was the easiest way for Henry to think, he decided to stay where he was. It wasn’t that he didn’t care about Julie. He, in fact, cared very much. It was just that not knowing what it was he was supposed to do, Henry did nothing at all.

And even so, Henry didn’t think of the watch.

It wasn’t until late in the next day that he even thought about the watch and even then, it was only a passing thought. He already knew what the watch could do and it seemed as if it could do nothing for something that was already done.

And so it was that by the time he returned home from work, Henry’s thought about the watch had faded completely away.

But fate it seems can sometimes intervene when we least expect it. Several days later, the power went out and Henry went looking for a flashlight. He didn’t find the flashlight that night but what he did find was the watch.

The face of the watch was glowing with a cold, blue light and the numbers on its face seemed to almost throb with intensity. Ribbons of light seemed to run in a haphazard fashion, moving from number to number across the face of the watch and the buttons that lined the crown seemed to glow with the same blue light in the face. All of them, that was, but one. That button was a pulsating red.

Henry hadn’t known that the watch could produce effects like this, but even seeing it as he now did, he wasn’t immediately inspired to put the watch to work.

What did it was the way the lights on the watch seemed to intensify when he tried to put it down. If he didn’t know better, Henry thought, he would have thought the watch wanted him to use it, but no, that was silly. Still ...

He looked at the buttons across the crown. He wasn’t sure how he knew it, but he had the feeling that there was something about the one that was glowing red. If he didn’t know better, the man thought, he could have sworn that that button wanted him to press it.

But that was silly. A button was inanimate. How could a button want him to do anything.

But still, he couldn’t help it. He just had this feeling that so after a moment’s thought, he did what he thought he should do. He pressed the button.

And everything changed.

He was standing there looking at a door. Even at night, he knew immediately whose door it was. It was Julie’s door. What the heck was going on here, he wondered.

Almost as quickly as he’d wondered that, a man came into his line of sight. Henry didn’t have to wonder who the man was. It was Doug, the ex-boyfriend.

Doug knocked on the door and he waited.

The door opened and Julie’s face darkened as she saw who it was on her doorstep. “Doug,” she said. “I told you. I didn’t want to see you again.”

“I told you I had someone I wanted you to meet.”

“And I told you I wasn’t interested.”

“I know, but we came anyway.”

“We?”

That’s when a woman stepped into Henry’s line of sight and it was clear that even from her perspective, it was the first time Julie had seen her, too. She was a stylishly dressed, well endowed blond woman, but Julie was not impressed. She shook her head. “No,” she said. “I said no.”

“Julie, please.”

“Doug, I said no.”

“It’ll only take a minute,” the man said. “If you got to know her like I know her.”

“I said no.”

“Douglas,” said the blond, “if you’d please step aside. Let me talk to her.”

The man stepped aside and suddenly, Henry was seeing the blond take center stage. It was clear from Julie’s posture that she had taken up a defensive position. “What do you want,” Julie demanded.

The woman smiled. “Douglas has told me all about you and I think it’s time that you and I had a little chat.”

“No!” That was what Henry wanted to say. No. But nothing came out. He tried to get between the two women and again, he was unsuccessful.

“I have nothing to say to you,” Julie said.

“That’s fine then,” the blond said. “I’ll do all the talking. To tell the truth, I like it better that way. Now, if you’d please, I think Douglas and I would like to come in.”

“No,” Julie groaned and yet even as she said it, she was stepping aside and she was letting Doug and the woman enter.

Henry’s perspective changed and suddenly, he was there in the apartment with all the others.

“I don’t think we’re expecting any other guests,” the blond said, “so I think you can close the door.”

Obediently, Julie did as she was told.

The woman looked about Julie’s apartment. “Nice,” she said and then she looked at Julie. “Come to me.”

Once more, Henry tried to intervene. Once more, he tried to tell Julie no and once more, he failed. Once more, he tried to get himself between the blond and his friend, and once more, he was unable to move.

Julie went to her, almost as if she were in a daze.

“You realize, of course, that when I said nice, I wasn’t talking about your apartment.”

Julie nodded.

Once more, Henry tried to intervene. “Julie, no,” the man wanted to say but once again, nothing came out. Instead, as Henry watched, Julie walked up to the woman and she planted a kiss on her lips.

“There now,” the blond said. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Julie shook her head.

“Why don’t you do it again?”

No, Henry was thinking. No. Geez. This couldn’t be happening and yet, there was Julie, kissing this woman yet again.

“I’d bet you’d like to please your mistress, wouldn’t you?”

Julie nodded.

“What would you like to do?”

“I’d like to lick your pussy,” Julie replied. “I’d like to make you cum.”

“An excellent response,” the blond said.

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“You’re welcome, but if you want to make me cum, you’re going to have to do something for me first.”

“What do you want from me, Mistress?”

“I’d like to see your pretty, little body.”

“Of course,” Julie said and that was all it took to get to have her remove her clothes. In a matter of moments, she was standing there naked in front of the other woman. “Is this what you wanted to see,” she asked.

“That’s very nice, and now my clothing,” the other woman said. “You may undress me.”

Henry had given up trying to say anything but if he could only move. If he could get himself between Julie and the other woman ...

Henry couldn’t seem to move. He only seemed to be able to watch and Julie already had the other woman’s top off and she was kissing the other woman’s breasts.

“That’s it,” the blond purred. “You’re halfway there.”

Julie pulled her face back and she gave the other woman a big grin before she let her hands slide down. Moments later, her hands were on the other woman’s short, leather skirt and then she was pulling it down past her hips.

Julie’s hands were on the move again and once more, she had them around the blond’s waist but they lingered there for only a moment and then they were taking the blond’s panties down. Now, at last, the blond was completely naked.

The blond smiled a quirky, little smile. “What would you like to do now,” the blond asked and yet even as she asked it, Henry was positive that she already knew what the answer was going to be.

“I want to lick your pussy.”

The blond smiled and then she took a seat on Julie’s couch. “I know you do,” she said, “so here you go.”

No, Henry wanted to say and yet here he was, stuck and helplessly watching as Julie’s face slid between the other woman’s thighs. He didn’t even have the choice to close his eyes or turn away. He had no choice but to stay where he was and watch.

And while watching Julie eat the other woman’s pussy was bad, that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was even as Henry watched, the ex-boyfriend moved in behind her and he was sliding in between her legs.

Henry knew when Doug entered her because he saw Julie’s head pop up and he heard her groan but almost as quickly, she was back again with her face between the other woman’s thighs.

The woman moaned as Julie once more licked her pussy. “That’s it,” she told his friend. “That’s it. Just you keep doing me just like that.”

If Julie heard her, she gave no indication of it. She just kept working her tongue between the other woman’s legs and all the while while she kept licking that pussy, Doug kept working her pussy from behind.

The other woman was starting to moan as was Doug but as far as Henry could tell, Julie kept right on doing what she was doing.

“Oh yes,” the woman moaned. “Oh yes. Keep licking my pussy just like that.”

Julie did just that.

“Oh yes,” the other woman moaned. “Oh yes. You’re such a good, little pussy licker, and now my dear, I believe Douglas is getting ready to cum between your legs, so tell me, my dear, what do you want him to do?”

For a moment, it seemed as if Julie was going to say nothing but then her head slid up from between the other woman’s legs. “I want what you want, my Mistress.”

“That is a good answer, my dear, but I asked you what you wanted so I’ll ask you again. What do you want him to do?”

“I want him to fuck me, Mistress.”

“And?

“And I want him to cum inside me, Mistress.”

“That’s a good answer but is that what you want or is it because you think that’s what I want?”

“Both, my Mistress.”

“Well then, I suppose we should get you what you want. Get down there and lick my pussy.”

Once more, Julie let her tongue slide between the other woman’s legs, but this time, Henry knew what was going to happen. The man was going to fuck her and he was going to cum inside her and it seemed as if there wasn’t anything he could do about it.

And the worst part about it was Julie was moaning, too. The worst part about it was she wanted it, too.

“Come on,” she moaned. “Give it to me.”

Henry would have closed his eyes if he could.

“Oh yeah,” Julie moaned. “Oh yeah,” and Henry knew. The man was cumming inside her.

And almost as quickly as it had happened, Henry was back again in his apartment and the lights were back on again. He looked at the watch in his hand and then he suddenly thrust it away, almost as if he were contaminated by its mere contact but he couldn’t take his eyes off the watch and he couldn’t forget what he had seen.

The next day passed slowly because try as he might, Henry just couldn’t forget what he’d seen the night before. That night, he tried to ignore the watch. If he didn’t think about it, then maybe he wouldn’t have to think about what he’d seen.

The problem was the more he tried not to think about the watch, the more his thoughts kept coming back to the watch.

The hell with it, the man told himself. If he was going to keep thinking about it, he might as well take a look at the watch and try to figure out what had happened.

In the light of a new day, the watch looked plain and ordinary, or at least it looked as plain and ordinary as a gold pocket watch could look. There were no lights across its face and no flashing buttons. For all intents and purposes, the watch looked like a watch.

Even without the lights, Henry knew which one it was that he’d pressed. It was this one.

Suddenly, he was back again in Julie’s apartment and once more, he found Julie kissing the mysterious woman and Henry groaned. It was happening all over again.

“There now,” the woman said. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Julie nodded her assent and Henry knew what was coming next.

“I bet you’d like to please your mistress, wouldn’t you?”

It was happening all over again. Henry knew that. It was happening all over again and he couldn’t do a damned thing about it. It looked for the world as if he were going to have to watch it all over again.

He wanted to stop her. He hadn’t done anything the night before but he wanted to stop her. Of course, he hadn’t done anything the night before but still, he wanted to stop her. He wanted to somehow get between Julie and the woman and he wanted to stop her.

And that was when it happened. Suddenly, his body started to move but he seemed to have no more control over himself than he had had when he couldn’t move. He was moving in the general direction of the two women but he wasn’t slowing down. In fact he seemed to pass right by them and then he was coming up on the far wall of the apartment and still he couldn’t slow himself down.

He bounced off the wall and once more he was moving into the center of the room although still, he had no idea why he was moving or where he was going.

He was slowing down and already, Julie was bending down and the blond was asking her what she wanted to do.

“I want to lick your pussy,” Julie responded.

No, Henry thought. No. This couldn’t be happening again.

But it was happening again, exactly the way it had happened the night before. THe blond was telling Julie to take off her clothes and Julie was eagerly complying.

“That’s very nice,” the blond said, “and now my clothing.”

It was happening again, Henry thought. Just like the last time, his neighbor was undressing this mysterious woman with seemingly obvious delight. “What do you want to do,” the woman asked his friend.

“I want to lick your pussy.”

And that was all it took. From his new vantage point, Henry had an even better look at the proceedings. It was almost as if he were standing over Julie’s shoulder, standing over her shoulder and watching as she slipped herself in between the other woman’s thighs.

It was also clear from his vantage point that the blond liked what Julie was doing. She couldn’t help but moan as Julie ate her pussy and it was clear from the way Julie’s body was moving that she seemed to like it just as much as the other woman.

As focused as he was on the two women, Henry had forgotten about Doug but suddenly, there he was, coming up behind his neighbor. He had his cock out and suddenly, Henry knew what he was going to do and yet, he was powerless to stop it.

He was sliding up behind Julie and then he was sliding between her legs.

“Unnhhh,” Julie moaned and then once again, her tongue was back between the other woman’s legs.

But it was the man’s cock that was sliding between Julie’s legs that had Henry’s attention. He couldn’t help himself. He had to watch that cock. He had to watch it move in and out and in and out. He couldn’t help it. He had to watch.

He could hear the women moaning but he couldn’t help himself. He had to watch. He didn’t want to and yet he did. He’d wanted Julie for so, so long that he couldn’t help but watch as she got herself fucked.

The cries and moans of the women were increasing and becoming more frantic but Henry had to watch. He had to see that cock. He had to see it fuck that pussy.

“Oh fuck,” he heard Julie moan and Henry was sure he knew why. He knew the man was cumming and he hoped she was cumming, too.

And suddenly, he was back again in his apartment. It had happened again. He was holding the watch and it had happened again.

He hadn’t meant to confront Julie about it. Really, he hadn’t, but the next morning as he was leaving his apartment, he saw her and it just sort of came out. “I saw what you did the other night,” he said.

“The other night?”

“Oh come on, Julie. I mean if you don’t want to admit it, I don’t blame you but I saw what you did the night before last.”

Julie looked confused. “I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”

“I saw you with Doug and that woman, the one he said was his mistress.”

“The one who said?”

“Doug.”

“The one Doug said ... but how could you have seen that?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Henry said.

“Wait a minute. Have you been spying on me?”

“No.”

“Yeah right, and you you’re saying you saw something that happened over two weeks ago.”

“Two weeks ago?”

“Don’t play stupid with me. There was a power outage night before last, remember? So there was no way you could have seen what you say you saw.”

She was right, Henry realized. How could he have forgotten that?

“Geez, I thought you were a nice guy,” Julie said, “but I guess it turns out you’re just like all the rest.”

“I’m not—”

“Yeah right. You want to know what happened. Is that it? Do you?”

Henry shook his head. He wasn’t sure how it had happened but somehow everything he knew was true had suddenly been turned on its head.

“You sure,” Julie spat out. “You’ve come this far. Why not learn the rest.”

Henry shook his head again. He had the feeling he didn’t deserve to know.

Julie stared at him and then she turned and headed back the way she’d first been going and in moments, she was gone.

Henry pulled the watch out and he gave it a hard look. Just what the hell had the watch been showing him he wondered.

His finger toyed with the button on the crown of the watch. He knew which one it was but after what Julie had said to him, he felt unsure of himself. She seemed to think there was a reason for what she’d done but she’d also called him out on it as well. She’d accused him of spying on her and in a way, wasn’t that what he was doing.

But he really wanted to know.

But he couldn’t do it, he told himself.

But he pressed the button anyway.

Once more, he was back in Julie’s apartment and once more, Julie was there with Doug and his mistress. Julie was already naked and her hands were playing with her tits. “I want to lick your pussy,” Julie said.

The blond gave the girl a wry, little smile as she watched her wriggle in front of her. “That’s very nice,” she said, “and now it’s my turn.”

Henry already knew what was going to come next. Just as he knew would happen, Julie undressed the blond and then she crawled in between her legs and she started to lick her pussy.

There had to be something here, Henry told himself, something he was missing.

Once more, Julie’s head popped out from between the blond’s thighs as Doug moved in between her legs and once more, she let loose with a lusty moan before once more sliding her tongue in between the blond’s thighs.

There was no doubt about it. The blond certainly liked what was being done to her pussy but Henry already knew that. But there was something else here, something he was sure he needed to know.

Doug was groaning but Henry hardly paid any attention to him. Henry already knew what he was going to do and whatever it was that he needed to know, Henry was sure it had nothing to do with him.

The man groaned as his cock finally unleashed itself in Julie’s waiting pussy and Henry knew she was cumming, too, but he’d already seen that. That couldn’t be the piece that was missing.

The blond was coming, too, and Julie’s tongue eagerly lapped away at her cunt but he’d seen that, too. There had to be something else, he told himself. There had to be something he was missing.

“Is your pussy full of cum,” the blond asked.

“My pussy is so full,” Julie replied.

This was something new, Henry told himself.

“You’re full the way a slut should be,” the blond said.

Julie moaned at that. “I’m full the way a slut should be.”

“I’m glad,” the blond said.

And that was when the blond turned and looked at him. Not through him. Not in the direction where he just happened to be standing. She was looking right at him. “I hope you enjoyed yourself,” the blond said, “but the next time you come spying on me and my slaves, next time, I won’t be so kind to you.”

Henry still couldn’t believe the woman could see him. It had to be a trick, he thought but even as he thought it, he felt pain from every corner of his body.

“I am not a trick,” the blond said, “and now it’s time for you to go away.”

And with that, Henry was back in his apartment looking at his watch. Considering what he’d seen the watch be able to do, one thing was definitely certain.

Playback was a bitch.