Peeping Thomas
Marley Quinn
Peeping Thomas
by Marley Quinn
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Peeping Thomas
by Marley Quinn
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Table of Contents
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Table of Contents
The Peephole
Reluctant Hero
Sacrifice
Normal Routine
B-Dog
Secret Admirer
French
Everything’s Reversed
In Love!
Also by Marley Quinn
The Peephole
A shanked field goal ended up changing his life forever.
Thomas had been watching the game with his heart in his throat. After his team had led an impressive march down the field to score a clutch touchdown in a game that would determine whether or not they’d make the playoffs, there were less than three minutes left in the fourth quarter.
Unfortunately, the opponents put together a drive of their own. His team did their best to stop them, even sacking their quarterback twice, but they still got close enough as time ticked down to bring on their kicking unit.
It was just a chip shot, a 33-yard field goal, so Thomas was sure they were going to make it. But then the gods intervened and the kick sailed just left of the crossbar, leaving everyone in the stadium in shocked silence.
Jumping and hooting and hollering, Thomas ran to the bedroom to call his brother to gloat about the sweet deliciousness of that improbable win.
In all his excitement, when he yanked the phone off the charger, his shoulder hit the picture on the wall, knocking it askew. Not that he cared, not when chortling down the line to his big brother living in the big city with his fancy job and fancy house about how his team had kicked their glorified butts.
Nonetheless, seeing that print hanging crooked on the wall started to nag at him over the next few weeks. Thomas hated waking up and seeing that stupid sailboat pointing at a drunken angle toward the ceiling, so on his day off, he decided to finally do something about it.
After watching a couple of YouTube videos and going to the store for supplies, he was ready to get the damn thing level once again.
The landlord had used a single cheap nail to hang the picture, which had been pushed further into the wall, causing it to go askew. Thomas took down the picture and laid it down on his bed, preparing to mount the proper hangar he’d purchased at the store when he discovered the hole.
At first, Thomas thought it was just a crack, something the landlord had been too lazy to fix, which explained why there was a sailboat picture on the wall when the ocean was hundreds of miles away.
But upon further examination, the hole was perfectly smooth and had clearly been drilled intentionally. Furthermore, it was about as wide as his pinky finger, far too big to be something left over from a screw or something like that.
Thomas shrugged it off and was just about to install the new hangar when he noticed a flicker of light from the other end of the hole.
Curious, he put his eye right up to it and gasped when he realized he was looking into the adjoining apartment’s bedroom. The young woman who lived there was only in frame for a second before she left the room, but it was definitely her.
He’d seen her around a few times and even nodded at her, but she’d always ignored him. He hadn’t really tried to press his luck because she was way out of his league.
She had a gorgeous trim body with waist-length raven black hair, and she was always headed off to yoga class or something because she would wear this white sports bra and skin-tight legging combo that drove him wild.
He’d hoped that he might bump into her around campus and strike up a conversation that way, but it just hadn’t happened. Whoever she was, she lived in her world, and he was stuck in his. They might be neighbors, separated only by a thin wall, but they might as well be living in separate universes.
Until he discovered the peephole, of course.
The question was - what to do about it? The right thing to do would’ve been to hang the picture and forget the peephole even existed. He wasn’t the voyeur type anyway. And yeah, his neighbor was hot, but so what?
Was he gonna stand there and watch her get dressed like some nerd in a 1980s sex comedy? That seemed ridiculous, especially when there was an entire world of women online eagerly waiting for him at the click of a button.
Anyway, he had a video game battle scheduled with his friends that afternoon, so he hung up the picture properly and went about his business for the rest of the day. But after his team got trounced by a group of teenagers from Bulgaria and he’d slammed three or four energy drinks, the hour was late, and he was revved up with nothing to do.
Just to satisfy his curiosity, he thought he’d take a quick glance through the peephole and then put on a movie or something.
Chances are that the only thing he’d see would be pitch blackness on her side. But the second he took the picture down, he saw light coming through the peephole, nearly making him gasp out loud.
As quick as a wink, Thomas shut off all the lights in his room so he could see better. He then bent over and stared through the peephole. She was just walking around her room, not doing anything particularly exciting, but knowing that he was spying on her without her knowledge sent a little thrill down his spine.
The field of view was rather narrow, so he couldn’t quite tell what she was doing, but it looked like maybe she was choosing an outfit because she kept walking over to her closet and taking out clothes before holding them up in front of herself.
Again, there wasn’t anything particularly exciting about it, but she was really pretty, and he found himself enjoying getting a long look at her without having to avert his gaze.
He was just about to put the picture back when she must’ve finally decided on an outfit because the next thing he knew, she whipped off her top. He only got a brief glimpse of her bare back and maybe a tiny bit of side boob, but it was enough to get his pulse racing.
She then spent an agonizing ten minutes or so putting on a button-up shirt and then turning and twisting in front of the mirror, checking out her reflection.
How long did it take for her to see that she was hot and would look good in anything? Maybe she was half-blind or something because she kept making tiny adjustments to her shirt, and pretty soon it was driving him wild with frustration.
Just take it off and try on something else, he kept thinking, but she never did. Instead, the doorbell rang and she went to go answer it.
Initially, Thomas hoped that she’d return to the bedroom with her visitor and that all kinds of wild and frisky things might ensue. But whoever he or she was, they were somewhere else in her apartment.
He strained his ears, trying to see if he could hear them talking, but there was nothing, maybe just the faintest murmur. The wall between their apartments was thin, but it wasn’t that thin.
And so Thomas regretfully replaced the picture on his wall. His neck had a crick in it from all that hunching over, and all he’d gotten for his troubles was a one-second glimpse of her bare back as she put on a shirt. It really wasn’t worth the effort.
Nonetheless, a seed had been planted, one that would soon grow to bear consequential fruit.
Reluctant Hero
All throughout the next day, Thomas kept debating what to do about the peephole.
By all rights, he should just forget about it and concentrate on passing his classes and other important stuff. Yet he kept feeling its pull, even as he listened to Professor Jonasby drone on about tariffs in 19th century America.
For instance, why was there a peephole there in the first place? Somebody had clearly put it there intentionally. Some previous tenant had gone through all the trouble of drilling that thing, but why?
Had he been some pervert, getting his jollies by watching his neighbor undress? Or had there maybe been a more benign motive, like, say, an adult child wanting a surreptitious way to monitor his elderly parent with Alzheimer’s who lived next door?
That didn’t make much sense. In this day and age, if you want to watch someone remotely, you put in a surveillance camera, not drill a physical hole. And why hadn’t the landlord plugged it up?
More importantly, why hadn’t his hot neighbor noticed the giant hole above her bed? There certainly wasn’t a framed print blocking the peephole on her side.
The apartment building was quite old, although Thomas wasn’t sure how old. Maybe back during some crazy era like the 1960s, some exhibitionist guy had put the peephole there, getting off on knowing that his neighbors were spying on him.
But again, that didn’t make any sense. After all these years, why hadn’t anyone filled the peephole with some caulk and sealed it off?
It was all those questions that had Thomas distracted, that plus the memory of that brief glimpse of seeing his neighbor topless. His mind just couldn’t process how the peephole came into existence as well as what to do about it.
Maybe he should be the one to call the landlord? Nah, they were a faceless corporation. Even if they did decide to do something, it’d probably be months before they sent a guy around to fix it.
When he got home from school, Thomas intentionally avoided going into his bedroom. He wanted everything to be as normal as possible, so he stuck to his regular routine.
He made himself a pot of mac and cheese, did a little homework, and then logged in a few hours on his video game console. By the time it got late, he had almost convinced himself that he’d forgotten the peephole even existed.
But then he heard the sound of girls laughing as they passed by his door. Jumping to his feet, he looked through the peephole on his front door and saw it was his hot neighbor and a couple of her girlfriends, so ugly and plain-looking that they made her shine all the more brightly.
His heart pounding in his chest, Thomas raced into his bedroom, took down the picture, and then turned off the lights. He then stood there crouched over, eager to see what might come into view.
For a long time, there was absolutely nothing to see, which made sense. Unless his neighbor was into lesbian orgies, the chances of them coming into the bedroom were about zero.
They were almost certainly in the living room, talking about whatever girls talk about and maybe sipping on some wine or something. He’d gotten all excited for nothing. He was bent over like some kind of crazy person, staring at a dimly lit empty bedroom.
Feeling completely foolish, Thomas was about to replace the picture when one of his neighbor’s friends walked into the bedroom. As a surge of adrenaline raced through him, he watched as she walked over to the closet and began looking through all the clothes inside.
Crossing his fingers, he sent up a silent prayer that she was going to undress, but all that happened was she took a sweater and then left, turning out the light behind her.
Disgusted with himself, Thomas let out a groan and put the framed print back into position. He couldn’t believe he’d wasted all that time like some kind of troll, hoping to catch a sneak peek at some girls like that.
Was that really what he’d been reduced to? Anyway, five minutes on an adult website would take care of those needs, making him feel even stupider.
In the living room, his friends ragged him a bit about showing up late to their practice, but he just shrugged off their taunts. He wasn’t about to tell him he’d been peeping on his neighbor, even if she was smoking hot.
So instead, he vented all of his frustrations on pixelated pedestrians, mowing them down in his souped-up car that he’d purchased in-game using cheat codes.
But even as he played, his mind kept drifting back to the peephole. As long as it was there, he was going to be tempted to look through it. But standing there hunched over like that was bad for his back, to say nothing of how much time it wasted.
What he really needed was some kind of way to know when something interesting was happening, something like the little pop-up map on his game that alerted him to when a loot box had been detected.
And then the idea struck him like a bolt of lightning. Of course! All this time, he’d been thinking of the peephole in old-fashioned terms, i.e. a person putting their eye right up to the hole and looking through it.
But these days, everything is done remotely. The smart solution would be to install a camera, and then he could watch everything from the comfort of his living room. Duh!
That got his heart racing once more, so after he logged off and said goodnight to his friends, he spent the next hour or so researching cameras online. There was a mind-boggling array of choices, everything from baby monitors to tiny pinhole cameras you could attach to a button on your shirt.
Eventually, he found something that looked suitable, a camera with a dedicated power supply and a fish-eye lens that was small enough that it could probably fit inside the peephole.
The problem was that it was 350 bucks, which he really couldn’t afford. Furthermore, rigging it up would give the game away as he’d have all kinds of wires trailing up to the picture, something even his myopic landlord might notice if they dropped by for an inspection.
For a long time, Thomas paced around the living room, unsure what to do. The easiest and cheapest option would be to glue the damn picture to the wall and thus erase all future temptation.
But on the other hand, getting a live camera feed of his hot neighbor seemed like a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. And it wasn’t like he was going to post videos of her on the internet, right?
He was just going to check on her from time to time to make sure she was all right. In a way, he was doing her a favor. She was a young woman in a city where anything could happen.
Maybe he’d catch a burglar or even a rapist breaking into her apartment and then be on hand to call the police, thus saving her life! And even though he could never take credit for it, of course, he’d be a hero.
His hands were shaking when he finally mustered up the courage to click the “Buy” button. Once the order was confirmed, it was too late to take it back.
The website had next-day delivery, so some robot was probably taking the camera off the shelf and packaging it up for him at that very moment.
Yes, for better or for worse, he had taken on the responsibility of monitoring his neighbor.
He wasn’t completely sure if he was up to the task, but if a tech-savvy guy like him didn’t do it, then who would?
Sacrifice
The package was waiting in front of his doorstep when he got home from class.
When he unboxed it, Thomas was relieved to see it was just as it had been described on the website. He’d heard horror stories of people buying tech online, only for it to end up being cheap Chinese junk. But this thing was a beauty, the polished metal casing sending a shiver down his spine as he stroked it with his fingertips.
It was certainly worth every penny, too, because it came with its own wireless repeater. It took about an hour or so to hook everything up, but then he smiled when he switched his TV over to the ‘aux’ feed and saw a crystal clear image of his unmade bed.
The final and most difficult task was to insert it into the peephole. The neighbor might not have noticed the hole in her wall before, but the camera lens was going to catch the light. And if she caught him spying on her with a camera that hooked up to his TV, then his goose would really be cooked!
That led him down another rabbit hole on the internet until he finally found what seemed like a reasonable solution: to put a piece of gauze over the lens. Of course, gauze was white, so the process involved holding it over a smoky fire until it took on a darkened color.
Thomas didn’t own any gauze, so there was another delay while he went to the drugstore to buy some. And then since he didn’t own a lighter or have any matches, there was another trip to go buy them. He then sacrificed one of his cooking pots to make a little fire from shredded bits of toilet paper
Of course, that ended up setting off the smoke detector, so there was yet another delay as he climbed up on a chair to remove the battery. Eventually though, he was able to produce a nice column of smoke, and although it made him cough, he was able to turn the gauze a nice shade of dark gray by holding it over the fire.
All that work, and he only needed just a couple of centimeters of gauze. To his immense relief, when he wrapped it around the camera lens and then checked the feed, there was almost no reduction in image quality. Yes!
The last part was anticlimactic. He simply pushed the camera through the peephole, using one of the matches to wedge it into place. Praying that she wouldn’t notice anything had changed, he ran back to the living room and grinned when he saw he had a perfect view of her bedroom.
Of course, she wasn’t home at that moment, so there was nothing interesting to see. But just knowing that he could switch over to her feed at any time had his pulse racing. He then went into the kitchen to fix himself a snack and start on his homework.
He was feeling quite pleased with himself until he realized that all of that work might’ve been for nothing. She could be in her bedroom at that very moment, and he wouldn’t know it. That led to another lengthy diversion. Eventually, he figured out how to port the signal to his phone so that he could keep an eye on the feed no matter where he was.
Feeling immensely relieved, he went through his regular routine. As he was practicing with the guys later that evening, he kept his phone propped up nearby so all he had to do was glance over to see if anything was happening. But then he noticed that all the livestreaming was rapidly draining his phone battery at a tremendous clip.
Shit!
Feigning that his very real cough was a head cold coming on, he said goodbye to his friends and then searched around some more for a solution. He about wanted to kick himself when he finally realized he could use his television’s picture-in-picture feature to keep the camera feed in the corner and thus save his phone battery. Duh!
It was too late in the day to jump back online without his friends asking him questions, so Thomas put on a movie instead. After a while, he forgot about the little square in the corner of the screen as it slowly faded from gray to pitch black. But when all of a sudden the screen flashed white as she turned on her bedroom light, he paused the movie and brought the camera feed to fullscreen, marveling as he watched her walk around in crystal-clear 4k definition.
The camera had a built-in microphone, but he kept the feed on mute, afraid that she might inadvertently hear herself echoing from his apartment. Nonetheless, even on silent, it was amazing to watch her open her dresser drawer and take out a pair of underwear. She then got undressed, this time doing it nice and slow, and he felt his cock get hard as she tossed her garments onto the bed.
He guessed she was off to take a shower because she exited her bedroom a few moments later. Still, though, those lovely images of her were burned into his brain. The way her long, dark hair rippled as she unfastened her bra had sent ripples of pleasure shivering down his spine. And even after she was gone from sight, he enjoyed taking a leisurely look at all her clothes on the bed, imagining what it would be like to touch and smell them.
Unfortunately, when she returned from her shower almost an hour later, she had a towel wrapped around her body. Thomas, on the edge of his seat, kept rooting for her to drop the towel, but she only did so when she was in her closet and mostly out of view.
When she returned, she was wearing some flower print pajamas, which made him laugh. Seeing such a beautiful young woman wearing a little kid’s outfit like that was just so unexpected.
Then she switched off the light, and that was the end of that. Unless he wanted to fork over five grand for a camera with night vision, the show was over. Still, though, he had gotten to see exactly what he had hoped for - his gorgeous neighbor in all her naked glory.
Thomas waited around for a bit just in case something else might happen, but it never did. He then shut off his TV and headed to bed himself, savoring the images he had seen even as he closed his eyes.
The problem, though, was that they were already beginning to fade a bit. For instance, he’d originally been convinced that she had a mole on her left thigh, but now he wasn’t sure. And that brief second when she’d moved in the right way to cause her titties to jiggle was starting to blur in his mind.
What he really needed was a way to record the camera feed. Not only would that preserve those special moments, but it would also give him some peace of mind when he was in class or couldn’t otherwise monitor the feed. There was no point in putting a camera into the peephole if he was going to miss something!
Although his brain feverishly wanted to figure out the solution, he had a big exam the following morning, so he rolled over and vowed to tackle it later.