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Kiki

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Kiki by Mikey Dee (mikeydee@iname.com)I thought about writing this story for a long time, but felt funny about it for one simple reason, it's true. I had the usual misgivings; maybe the real woman would read it and find out that I knew what she did so many years ago, when we were teenagers. But then I thought, what are the odds that a woman in her late thirties, living in the Midwest with a husband and several children would read this one isolated story in a web site about masturbation that requires membership? For all I know she's probably not even online, and nobody else reading this would ever make the connection. So here it goes. Usually I write fiction. My Marissa series was posted a few years ago and I got lots of email asking, among other things, where I get my ideas. Although the story was fiction, a lot of the incidents in the story were based on events that really took place. In one scene, Marissa and her brother become extremely aroused while having an innocent wrestling match, and Marissa ends up masturbating. That fictional scene was based on the true story that follows. When the events took place, I was 15, and Carol was 13, almost 14. Although there was only a year and a half between us, we were two grades apart in school; that's a lot at that age, and her brother Bobby and I considered her just a kid. I was going into the tenth grade in the fall, and Carol was going into the eight. We all had been friends since we could walk. I lived only a couple of blocks away, and Bobby and I hung out every day together. We went to the same church, we were in the same Boy Scout troop, and we were in the same grade in school. I spent so much time over their house, I was literally one of the family. As I said, we considered Carol, whom we called "Kiki," too young to hang around with. But when she hit puberty, I took notice. Since girls mature faster than boys do, we were surprisingly close in development. And Carol went from little girl to young woman in no time. By the time the story takes place, Kiki was, to my young eyes, a knockout. She was about 5'4" with dark hair and a really pretty young face. She had the sexiest legs I'd ever seen. Not classically long and thin, but beautifully shaped, with great looking thighs. She was thin, not skinny with a few freckles on her nose, nice sized breasts and clean shoulder length brown hair. A standard issue all-American girl at that age where you don't have to be beautiful to be beautiful. Kiki really turned me on. But I couldn't let Bobby know. He considered his sister a skank, and if he knew I liked her, he would have thought it extremely uncool. As for Kiki, she liked me too. A lot. It was so evident, even young naive Mikey saw it. But I couldn't do anything about it. Plus, she acted like a kid. You know, giggly and naively unaware of her sexuality. She wore shorts, the short ones popular in the seventies, all summer. We'd be sitting on the couch watching TV and she'd put her leg on my lap if nobody else was in the room. The material by her crotch would gape open, and I'd see her panties. Sometimes there would be a few highly prized tendrils of pubic hair sticking out the side. Then I'd look at those shiny shins, freshly shaved, and see the light pelt of blond hair on her thigh above her knee where she stopped shaving. She would stare at the TV as though she didn't notice while I silently rubbed her thigh, sometimes scratching the insides gently, my young boner pressed against the back of her leg. We both made like nothing was going on, but I could feel Kiki breathing harder, and my own heart pounding in my chest. This went on for a time, and then we found a different, better game to play. More complex and much more exciting, but with the added bonus of allowing us to deny the game's intense sexuality. We can call it "that's my seat." It was discovered quite by accident. Kiki always sat on the right side of the couch. It was her seat. One day during the summer, I was sitting in her spot when she came into the room. She was wearing her usual short shorts with a short sleeved blouse worn outside the shorts. "Hey, get out of my seat," she said, and grabbed my arm to get me to move. For some reason, most likely not wanting to be ordered around by someone younger than me, I held my ground. "Go sit somewhere else," I answered, "There're plenty of places in the room." Kiki got directly in front of me and leaned over, putting her hands on both sides of my neck, trying to move me to the right. "No way, you don't have the strength," I laughed. She leaned farther over, supposedly to get a better grip, and I put both of my hands up to stop her. They were cupping her breasts. Kiki seemed not to notice. She just wrestled harder, jumping on the couch. She changed position and I felt her hand accidentally brush my crotch. She knows I have a boner, I thought, a little embarrassed. She got off the couch, stepped back a couple of feet, and launched herself at me. I put my hands out and this time they went under her shirt to cup her bra covered breasts. She moved back, and on the next attack, my hand found her crotch. She did this several more times, with me finding oversew places to grope, and then a funny look came over her face. Kind of like she suddenly was preoccupied with something she forgot. She stopped fighting, and headed for the bathroom, which was only a few feet down the hall. She was in there a good ten minutes. When she came out, I of course wanted to continue the game, but she had totally lost interest. She just sat down on the other end of the couch and watched TV. Soon after, Bobby came in from his paper route, and we went down the cellar to lift weights. The next day, as soon as Bobby left for his route, Kiki walked into the living room to find me in her seat. I should mention that both of their parents worked and got home about 5:30. I spent most of every day there during the summer, so being alone with Kiki was not in any way unusual. Bobby always picked up his papers about 2:30, folded them at the newspaper office while shooting the breeze with the other paperboys, and then went on his route, which was about sixty papers and took until 4:00 or so. Sometimes I went with him, but usually I didn't. If I were so crazy about delivering papers, I would have had my own route. But I digress. "You're in my seat," she said. "What are you going to do about it?" I answered. That was all the provocation she needed. Kiki gave me a determined look, stepped back and jumped on me. For the next twenty minutes or so, the same scenario took place. She attacked and I defended myself, my hands wandering freely over her body all the while. Sometimes I would put both my hands around her and hold her close, smelling her clean hair and brushing her neck and ear with my lips, and nose. Then I would drop one of my hands and grope her behind while we wrestled. I was touching her everywhere, and I could feel the heat coming off her body, which I attributed to the exertion not her now obvious excitement. Then suddenly, just as before, Kiki stopped struggling, got up without a word and headed to the bathroom. She again stayed in there for a considerable time, and just as before, lost all interest in our game when she finally returned to the living room. I was of course so excited that I felt lightheaded, but there was nothing for me to do except wait until I got home to give myself some relief. Our game continued throughout the summer whenever we were alone. We would wrestle for a good long time, and then Kiki would suddenly go to the bathroom, and return with no further interest, either watching TV or talking about unrelated stuff. I was baffled the first couple of weeks, (how could she lose interest so quickly?) but as time went on, I finally put it together...Holy cow, Kiki masturbates in the bathroom, duh! After that I steered the conversation toward sex when we were alone, and found that she admitted to having a high sex drive (what teenager doesn't). Once I said the old, "masturbation causes hair to grow on your palm," and she immediately looked at her palm and replied, "Then why don't I have any?" Then she giggled and said, "No, I don't masturbate." Then softly, like to herself, "No, not much." So there it was. What a turn-on, picturing her doing it. I immediately began to wrack my brain for a way to watch her after our sessions. First I thought of the obvious; barge in with the excuse that I didn't know she was in the bathroom. Two problems with that. First, the door would almost certainly be locked, and second, it absolutely wasn't my style. It would do nothing except alienate her. No, I needed a way to watch undetected, or nothing at all. I was always creative, and good at solving problems, which is what I do for a living today. I examined the situation. No keyhole, just a twist button on the inside. No room under the door for a peek. So I went into the bathroom and looked around. One window with thin slat blinds. I walked out the back door and saw that the bottom of the window was only six feet off the ground. I actually knew this, since I'd been playing back there most of my life. There was a bucket by the house all the time, so access to the window was no problem. But there were other problems. The blinds were always fully closed, and if I lifted them, Kiki would simply lower them when she went into the bathroom to masturbate. Plus, you couldn't see into the bathroom during the day because of the brightness outside, versus the relative darkness of the bathroom. And she could see me easily.Luckily being seen by neighbors wasn't a problem; the property had really high hedges around the back yard. The main problem was the blinds. After a lot of brain wracking it came to me. If I tilted the bottom slat or two, it would be virtually unnoticeable if you weren't looking for it! The light was still a problem, so I didn't know if I'd ever get a chance to watch Kiki, but since I had the logistics worked out, and a plausible plan, (wait for a night when Kiki and I were alone for a couple of hours, which occasionally happened), the situation provided endless opportunities for fantasy. I finally got my chance in late August. The paper Bobby worked for gave a dinner for the paper carriers and their parents every summer, which they could well afford, considering that they paid the carriers peanuts. Siblings could attend for a fee, which confirmed their cheapness. Since the food was not worth it, and the awards and speeches boring, Kiki declined. I hadn't remembered the dinner, which wasn't on my short list of important events, and knocked on the door about 8:00. Kiki answered the door wearing a pair of shorty pajamas, and explained what happened and that nobody would be home for a couple of hours, but told me I could watch some TV and keep her company if I wanted to. I definitely wanted to. It was already past dusk, and getting darker out by the minute. We talked for a few minutes and then Carol got up to get something from the kitchen and I immediately went into the bathroom and tilted the bottom two slats on the blinds to make a viewing area. I looked out and saw the backyard clearly and adjusted them slightly down to give me a presumed clear view of the toilet and bathtub. I returned to the living room and took her seat. When she returned from the kitchen, the obligatory "get out of my seat," was followed by my usual refusal. And the game began. When she first launched herself I looked down the front of her pj's and didn't see the usual flash of white bra. I put my arms around her and ran them up and down her back and confirmed that she wasn't wearing one. Wow! this never happened before. I then moved my hands down to her behind and felt the suppleness and softness of her cheeks; she wasn't wearing panties either! Kiki got up and charged again and my hands found her breasts outside of her pj's. We wrestled around and I slipped my hand down her bottoms and felt her cheeks. She got up and threw herself at me again, and this time I went up her top in the front and cupped her bare breasts, and found that her nipples were stiff, and as she struggled they got even stiffer. After five or so seconds she got up and slowed down and I felt she was ready for the bathroom, but no, she looked me right in the eye and mumbled something that sounded like, "I'll beat you yet," and she flew at me again. I figured, what the hell, and held her crotch in my hand over the pj bottoms and she struggled against it for a few seconds. When she went back quickly and came at me again, I slipped my hand down the front of her pj's and had my first feel of a naked, hairy vagina. I almost creamed in my pants. Kiki rubbed herself against my hand for a second or two, and then got up with that distracted, dreamy look on her face. She headed down the hall and I heard the bathroom door close. I gave her about thirty seconds just in case she came out, and then went right out the back door and was at the window in a few seconds. I was relieved to see the light was on and the slats hadn't been touched. For one panicky instant I thought she might notice the blinds, but in the state she was in, the only thing she was thinking about was getting off. I found the bucket on the side of the house, turned it over, and stepped up. The view was perfect, and what I saw burned itself permanently into my brain. Kiki was sitting on the edge of the toilet seat, leaning way back with her pj bottoms around her ankles and her knees spread wide. She was masturbating with her right hand, rubbing what I now know to be her clitoris back and forth in a small circular motion. She'd unbuttoned her pajama top, and I got my first sight of her beautiful, juicy young breasts. Her left hand was at her right breast, pulling and rolling the elongated nipple. The hand she was masturbating with was loosely bent, and only the first two fingers were doing the rubbing. What amazed me was the amount of pubic hair she had. Her fingers were buried in this luscious forest of hair between her legs. She was like a grown woman down there. I was dumbstruck. I had always thought of her as a kid, and I know I had just felt her between the legs, but I didn't realize what a bush she had. Jeez, what a huge turn-on. I can still see it. Anyway, she was going at it relatively slowly, stopping every few seconds. Then after a minute or so, she started to go faster and developed a rhythm. This was like her regular masturbation pace, I guess, because she did it like that for perhaps fifteen seconds then stopped, then another fifteen seconds, then stopped, then she started again and started rubbing her clitoris without stopping faster and faster until her hand was going so fast I thought she might cause herself injury. I almost yelled, "not so hard, you'll hurt yourself." As I watched she seemed to stretch out and was almost laying on the toilet seat as her hand zoomed along in that semi-circular motion, almost as though she was trying to pick the lips up. Her eyes were tight shut and her lips were slightly apart. Then her hips started moving rhythmically and I knew she was getting close to her orgasm. Her hand actually seemed to speed up and the angle of her arm changed, her elbow rising as her pace increased to a blur. And her motion changed from kind of circular to straight back and forth, and real hard. Suddenly her hips started bobbing up and down as her hand continued to fly back and fourth on her clitoris, and I instinctively knew right where she was; she was going through that delicious "sweet" feeling you get just before the contractions and orgasmic release starts. As her contractions began, she started thrusting her hips up and down in time with them, bucking against her hand. Her head was back and going slightly from side to side as though in disagreement to something. Her hand eventually slowed as she milked the last drops of pleasure from her body. Then she kind of collapsed or folded in exhaustion on the seat. She stayed like that, eyes closed arms hanging down at her sides, for a good fifteen seconds. Eventually her eyes slowly opened as she started to come back to the real world. I got off the bucket, quickly put it back where I got it, and silently entered the house. I was sitting in her seat as usual when Kiki finally came back into the living room. I wanted to see what she would do. As usual she took another seat and showed no interest in our game. I got up somewhat painfully because my erection was at a bad angle, and went straight to the bathroom. I was too excited to function. I had to get off. What got me first was the musky smell in the air. I could still smell Kikis scent and that drove me even wilder. I had my pants and underwear down in seconds as I gratefully wrapped my paw around my purple headed pal and began stroking away like a teenage lunatic. It didn't take long. I leaned over the toilet, braced myself against the wall and started getting the feeling in a matter of seconds. Another dozen hard strokes and I started pumping my sperm into the toilet bowl. The pleasure was so intense I thought I'd fall over, but I held my ground as wad after wad shot into the bowl. After it was over, I stood there breathing hard and listening to my heart pounding in my chest. A minute or so later I wrapped some tp around my still half erect penis, hitched up my pants and returned to the living room, where Kiki was now watching something on TV. I collapsed on the couch completely spent and rested for a few minutes, totally at peace. Kiki and I talked for a while and then I left, telling her to tell my bud that I'd stopped by. On my way home I couldn't believe what just happened. It still remains the only time I watched a woman masturbate when she didn't know I was watching, and you know something? After all these years, and so many, many experiences, it's still the hottest thing I've ever seen.