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Neighbors and Friends

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Neighbors and Friends by It was my wife who, on a warm, lazy, romantic night, brought back memories of my first, truly erotic experience. She was teasing me with her fingernails, up and down the base of my penis, when she suddenly said "Hey, do you remember Jennifer?" … I had met Jennifer 20 years earlier, while I was in the middle of a classic teen-angst summer. I was 18, on my way to college, and alone for the first time in about a year. My first (and at the time, only) girlfriend - who never let me go past third base - had recently presented a lengthy description of my various faults, shortcomings and bad habits, following which she announced that she had found a more "mature" man to replace me. He was a professional soccer player, 29, swarthy, with that cute working class British accent. He was clearly my better. I was obviously not the kind of guy who could keep a hot-blooded, red-headed beauty happy. Due to this dumping I was very horny, without the slightest prospect of seeing even a naked breast any time soon. Man, was I low. (I did not know it then, but I was lucky to be rid of her. Six months latter they were married and she was pregnant, while I was enjoying myself in the freshman dorm.) It was with a bit of embarrassment, then, that I sat against the headboard of my bed, slowly masturbating to the stories in Penthouse Forum. (I had found a stash of dirty magazines in my neighbor's garbage a few weeks earlier, while mowing his lawn, and now spent a good part of my private time beating off to fantasies of things I was sure I would never see: large breasts, pubic hair, clitorises, orgasms.) After completing my lonely business, I cleaned up, stashed my magazine and prepared to head downstairs for dinner. As I slid off of my bed, I glanced out my window and noticed, in our next-door neighbor's window, the shadow of a person behind the curtain. I also saw the window shade moving, as if it had been closed in haste. I knew the person behind the shade could have seen everything, as I had failed to close my own shades. Also, the form outlined behind the curtain clearly had long hair and a slight frame… I quickly left my room and headed to dinner, both embarrassed and curious. Who was the girl? That particular room, I knew, had been empty for over a year, and was only used to keep some spare things. The mystery girl was not Cindy, who lived in the house; Cindy had short hair, and was very tall. What did she see? I wondered. What if she saw everything? My mind raced. hardly spoke to my parents as I hurried through dinner, then left the house to ponder the possibilities. The thought of a regular session of exhibitionism for my unknown watcher got more and more exciting as the evening wore on, so that I beat off again before going to bed (in the dark - I wasn't so brave as to try it with the light on.) I learned the mystery woman's identity the next morning. As I mowed our front lawn, Cindy, tall, pretty, vivacious and curvaceous, walked out of her front door with a friend in tow. Her friend was slight, looking to be around 5'2'' and about 105 pounds, with "runner's legs" and a great ass, even from 100 feet away. As they walked down the front steps, Cindy spotted me and called out "hi, Ted!" "Hi, Cindy" I replied with a wave. Cindy's friend looked quickly at me, then away, blushing, thus confirming that she had seen my exploits the evening before. I blushed red too. Amazingly, as if possessing a mind of its own, my dick became rock-hard. I considered my predicament as I watched them walk to Cindy's car. What should I do? Pretend that it didn't happen? What other choice did I have? I hoped and prayed that Cindy didn't know about it. Cindy and I were truly good friends. I had liked her when she was short, a little plump and goofy looking, because she was very sweet and very smart. Now she was no longer plump or goofy looking. In fact, she was gorgeous. My friends openly salivated around her. But she was still very sweet, and still very smart. She always saw the positive in life and assumed the best about people (at least until they showed her otherwise). When we were young we often talked about our common interests, and now felt a great affection for each other. It seemed like we were family rather than neighbors; actually, she was a much better "sister" than my own sister, who treated my like slime. It was Cindy who had explained, 6 months earlier, that my then-girlfriend would never be happy, and that I would be much better off letting her go and moving on. I had just turned back to my lawnmower when I noticed Cindy turn from her car and head my way, her friend reluctantly following. Now I was almost panicked. My face was hot, the previous night's activities all too clearly remembered. My dick stayed at attention. As they walked toward me I noticed that Cindy was chatting to her friend animatedly, but that her friend's eyes were downcast and her face was indeed beet red. That made me feel better - she was just as embarrassed as I - and I was able to regain some composure. My erection subsided -- at least for a while. "Ted!" Cindy exclaimed happily. "This is my cousin Jennifer from Oregon. She is visiting for a week before she heads to college." By Cindy's demeanor, I could tell she didn't know anything. This also helped me relax. I looked at Jennifer, who returned my gaze somewhat bashfully. "Hi," I mumbled, demonstrating my quick wit. "Hi," she replied. Cindy rambled on, oblivious to our discomfort. "Jennifer is going to Stanford next year!" She exclaimed. "Oh! That's great," I said. "I have a friend who got in, and I went to the campus with him. It's a beautiful place," I said. "Yes," she said, "I love the campus." We talked about college and other pointless stuff, as I looked more closely at her. She was indeed an athlete (soccer and cross-country), but was going to Stanford on an academic scholarship. ("A brain, like you!" Cindy teased.) More than that, though, was her body. Cindy and Jennifer were dressed for the beach, and I could clearly see that Jennifer had a terrific body. Long, strong legs, a beguiling, pixiesh face, terrific breasts - particularly for a runner, who tend to be too thin. Quite a dish, I thought. Too bad she thinks I'm a flasher and a pervert. If I hadn't been so uncomfortable I might have laughed. Just then, apropos of nothing, Cindy said "Yeah, I was just telling Jen that you are the nicest guy I know!" I turned red again. "Yeah, but the only guys you know are me and your dad!" I exclaimed, lamely attempting humor. Cindy looked at me funny, like she thought I might be getting sick. But she was gracious enough to ignore my weird comment and move on. "Well, we have to take off - we've gotta get some sun!" Cindy said brightly. I watched as they walked back to Cindy's car, admiring their terrific bodies. Safely away from her gaze and freed to think dirty thoughts, I allowed myself to lust after her. She was everything I liked in a girl: athletic, nice breasts, and brains. Then, as they were climbing into Cindy's car Jennifer looked quickly at me and held my gaze for an instant, her face open and curious. Wow, I thought. Maybe there is some hope! Over the next few days, Cindy and Jennifer seemed to be around my house a lot. On Monday morning Cindy came over to "borrow some coffee" and casually/playfully asked what I thought of Jennifer. I smiled, saying innocuous things like "pretty" and "very smart." "Uh huh," was Cindy's reply as she sashayed out of the house. That afternoon Cindy asked me to help tune their bikes so that they could go for a ride. I was (and am) an avid cyclist, so I had all the tools necessary to do the job. I knew Cindy was up to something, though, because I had just worked on her bike the week before. I didn't mind, however, because I got to spend over half and hour with the girls. We were both more relaxed around each other by then, and I found her to be funny, in a dry way, and very entertaining. Plus she and Cindy both wore skin-tight cycling pants and clingy athletic bra tops, so I was in teen heaven. As I finished preparing their bikes, Jennifer touched my arm a couple of times, then waived brightly as she rode away, saying "see ya!" That made me remember my the little show I put on earlier, and I thought to myself "yes, maybe you will 'see' me!" Cindy lagged behind her friend, then, with an exaggerated wink yelled "yeah, Ted, see ya!" She was definitely up to something! I thought of Jennifer the rest of the day, scheming about attracting her attention. by evening I had decided to reenact my little show. I could hardly sit still watching t.v. I imagined over and over the scene that I would perform, when it was dark. I planned every detail, hoping - but scared to death - that I would have an audience. Finally, at around 9:30, as darkness descended, I went to my room. I switched on the bedside lamp and pulled my stash of Penthouses from under the mattress. My hands were shaking from nervous excitement. I couldn't really believe that I was doing this, but I was so charged up with hormones, adrenaline and general sexual tension that I knew I would go through with it. I had butterflies, and trembled all over; I had never been this excited. I dared to peek out my window, but Jennifer's room was dark, and her curtains were drawn. Damn, I thought. Do I still go through with it? Should I wait? I felt like I was going to burst, my dick was so hard. Finally, I figured that I might as well get some relief, even if I didn't have an audience. I went to the bathroom to pee - not an easy task - and on my return took another peek at Jennifer's window. The lights were still off, but the curtains were no longer closed! They were clearly open about 18 inches; enough to see out of but still hide the interior of the room. She's in there, I thought, watching! Oh my god! I started trembling, and could hardly undress. But undress I did. I was careful not to look out my window, and tried to act as casual as possible. I think the only reason I was able to go through with it was because, after I was sitting on my bed, I couldn't actually see her window. My head was back far enough from the edge of the window that my view was obstructed; she couldn't see my face, either. However, I knew that she could see the rest of me. Her room was a few feet higher than mine, and she had an unobstructed view my bed. My excitement, and anxiety, rose as I opened one of the magazines and began masturbating. I tried to take my time, even though I was so excited that the slightest touch made me shiver. As my orgasm approached I slid down until I was lying flat, my dick pointing straight into the air. I stroked long and slow until my dick erupted, spewing all over my face, chest, the bed, even the window. It was the most powerful orgasm I had ever had, and it left me shaking. I rolled over on my side, away from the window, and tried to calm down. Then I rolled onto my back, sat up and looked out the window. I moved slowly, to allow Jennifer time to move away from the window - assuming she was in her room. I turned my head just in time to see the shade close. Slightly stunned at what I had done, I cleaned up in a daze, slipped on some boxer shorts and curled up in bed. As I drifted off to sleep I thought "I wonder if she knows that I knew she was watching…." The rest of the week went by quickly. Cindy thought of a daily excuse to "drop by" with Jennifer, and their visits lasted longer and longer. I gave one more show for Jennifer, who was even bolder in her watching, letting me see her silhouette behind the curtain. Of course we never discussed it in the open, and Jennifer was always a bit edgy her visits. I was torn between a sense of accomplishment for pulling this off, and anxiety at the possibility that she thought I was sick. I did notice that she touched my arm from time to time…. I never thought of going further; she was leaving in a couple of days and I was a bit tongue-tied around her. However, Cindy made sure that things DID progress. On Friday afternoon Cindy called to ask if I wanted to come over that evening. Jennifer was leaving on the upcoming Sunday morning, and Cindy thought it would be fun for the three of us to go out. I agreed happily, and the rest of the day passed quickly. I got to Cindy's house at 7:30. The plan was to have a quick dinner there - Cindy was and is a great cook - then go to a movie. Cindy's parents were out and, being pretty cool, told Cindy that we could each have one glass of wine with dinner. I also brought some beer. Dinner was great, and the wine got us all a little loose. By the end of the meal we were all laughing and having a good time. Still, there was some tension between Jennifer and me. I was nervous because I could see my bedroom window from the dining room, and it reminded me of my deviant behavior. I assumed that Jennifer was edgy for the same reason. However, the wine and conversation allowed us both to gradually relax. After dinner we realized we were too late to see the movie we had chosen, and we spent a fruitless half an hour searching for an alternative movie. We moped for a while, until Cindy had an idea. "Hey!" She said, "my parents just got a VCR," (They were relatively new then) "and they have a few movies upstairs in their bedroom. Let's see if we want to watch anything there!" We agreed that it was a great idea, both because of the novelty of the home movie and because we could drink beer in relative safety. So we headed upstairs to see what was available. Cindy dimmed the bedroom lights, then quickly thumbed through the rather limited choices. She settled on Last Tango In Paris with Marlon Brando. We all looked at each other with excitement and apprehension. You must remember that 20 years ago there was, essentially, no such thing as "dirty movies" the way there is now. We knew about some theatres that catered to dirty old men, but hardly anyone I knew had ever seen anything like that. Playboy was dirty, and Penthouse was really dirty! We were aware that Last Tango had caused a sensation because of its subject matter and content. We knew it was as close to a dirty movie as we had ever seen. But we also knew that it was considered a "serious" movie, and therefore by definition a "good" movie. So, after agreeing that we all had heard that it was "really good," we sat down to watch. It actually was a good movie, but very heavy for teenagers. The movie was filled with intense emotion, while the plot was pretty vague (In fact, there is no real plot, as most people understand the term.) Still, we hung in and actually became engrossed in the intense relationship between Brando's character and his enegmatic lover. As the movie became more and more sexual, the heat in the room rose. We were all pretty hot and bothered, but trying to be serious at the same time. We were sitting on Cindy's parent's bed, me in the middle, Cindy and Jennifer on ether side. As the intensity rose, Jennifer slid closer, until our arms were touching. I could feel her heat, and noticed that her ears were red. When Cindy excused herself we hardly noticed. But when she yelled up the stairs that she was going to get ice cream, Jennifer and I looked at each other … we're alone? I could see her thinking. The scenes in the movie were really affecting us. We watched the masturbation scene with embarrassed intensity, Jennifer hanging onto my arm. By the time the anal scene came on, we were rigid with tension. My dick by that time was so hard it hurt. Jennifer gripped my hand, as much to relieve the tension as to show her affection. We were both breathing very heavily, and Jennifer's ears and cheeks were crimson. (Interestingly, if you watch that scene now, you notice that you don't actually see anything - most of the sex is implied.) After the anal scene was over, I turned off the VCR. We had reached emotional overload: we both so aroused that we needed, literally, to cool off. Jennifer and I looked at each other. Her eyes were electric. I gripped her hand and rubbed her arm lightly with my free hand. I could see that her nipples were pointing out prominently. The bulge in my pants was clearly noticeable. She stared at it openly. Without even thinking, I said "you watched me, didn't you." "What?" she asked quietly. I looked into her eyes. "You watched me in my room, from your room." "Yes," she whispered. "I've never done anything like that before. Ever." I was not so much pleading my case as stating a simple fact. "I've never seen anybody do that before," she responded. After a long pause she asked "Can I watch you do it again? From up close?" She kept her grip on my hand, but couldn't look in my eyes. As she asked her question, she blushed again. But she also seemed sure of herself, which calmed me. I looked at her without speaking for several moments, then slowly slid her hand to my crotch. She looked into my eyes as she felt the bulge, then swallowed. I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, shaking like a leaf, then slipped off my socks and pants. I hesitated, for no reason other than shyness, then finally slid my boxers off. Jennifer stopped breathing for a moment as she stared at my erection. I got the feeling she had ever been this close. She seemed mesmerized, and slowly reached out to touch it. I sighed and my penis twitched at her touch, but she stroked it like a fragile statue rather than as living flesh. Then she squeezed lightly and sighed as pre-come oozed from the opening. I was aching from the need to ejaculate, but I let her explore. Finally she said "Do it again. Please." I took my dick in my hand and squeezed the base. More pre-come appeared, and I rubbed it around the head. Then I said to her: "Take off your clothes. Please." As if in a trance she drew her sweater over her head, then unhooked her plain white cotton bra, exposing two perfectly formed globes. She was so excited that the sensitive skin around her nipples looked swollen and puffy; her nipples jutted like erasers. Without taking her eyes off my penis, she slid her shorts off. Her soaked panties soon followed. A heat rose in me, so that I could hardly breathe. I grasped my swelling dick, as if to keep it from floating away. She crossed her legs, and it was my turn to stare at her sex. Her lips were swollen and distended, so you could see it even through her lush hair. She wrapped her arms around her stomach, to keep her insides in place, and watched me intently. I stared at her, trying to drink in her entire body. I wanted to squeeze her breasts until she gasped; I wanted to pull on her nipples. I was aflame. I stroked slowly, up and down, the pre-come making sticky noises as my hand caressed the head. "come closer," I said. She complied, and I turned so that we were facing each other. I scooted toward her until her feet were on either side of my hips, and my feet straddled her. I could now see her cunt clearly, and could smell her delicious scent. Her breasts were magnificent, firm and full, as only those of an 18-year-old could be. On her slight frame, they were stupendous. I was enraptured by her body. I stared openly as I stroked myself. Leaning back on my left hand, I pushed my dick down until it pointed at her, until it almost hurt from the forward pressure. I squeezed and stroked hard, but not fast. And she watched with her mouth open. Her hand slowly slid down her stomach until, as if in a trance, she began to lightly rub her clit. The vision of a girl I actually knew, masturbating in front of me, excited me tremendously, and also gave me a great feeling of tenderness. (Remember, this was at a time when masturbation was not an open topic of discussion. I knew from Cindy, and my ex-girlfriend, that many girls were not comfortable with the whole idea of sex.) As I continued to stroke, Jennifer dipped one timid finger into her steaming, liquid cunt, then spread the juice on her button. She began rubbing up and down with delicate urgency. We stared at each other's hands as we diddled, each rapidly nearing the brink. Finally, as I felt myself getting closer, and began to pant and moan, I reached out with my left hand and grabbed one breast. I squeezed the swollen globe, then pinched and pulled the nipple. I felt an overwhelming desire to be rough, and I was, a little, and she gasped and began heaving with her hips. The sight of her perfect body and breasts, the vision of her descent into mindless orgasm, sent me over the edge, and as Jennifer began to gasp and cry out, I raised my hips. For one excruciating moment the sensations were more intense than I could stand; then I shot, sprayed and dribbled come all over. The first shot came in a thin spray, as if from a hose, traveling some five feet to land on Jennifer's chest. She gasped at the hot spray and seemed to reach a frenzy. Then a second, large spurt erupted, again landing on her chest. She fell back on one elbow and plunged two fingers into her cunt, rubbing furiously and coming in one long gasp. I continued to ejaculate for what seemed like minutes, in smaller and smaller spurts, while Jennifer slowly clenched her knees together and rolled on her side, curling into a fetal position. I was exhausted, and so was she; and I got that bluesy, depressed feeling that sometimes follows intense sex. We didn't speak for some time, and I began to think that she really did think I was a pervert. Then I noticed she was crying softly. "What's wrong?" I asked. "What's wrong?" I slid up behind her and wrapped my arms around her. She was silent for some time. "I feel dirty," she said. "I'm gross." "No!" I exclaimed. "You are beautiful. It was beautiful. What you did was beautiful." "Really?" She asked disbelievingly, looking at me for the first time. "Yes!... Did you think what I did was gross?" "No," She said, with quite conviction. "Well, I do. So we both feel weird about it. I suppose that's good. But you are beautiful. And what you did was beautiful. I feel like you have given me a gift." She turned over and kissed me. I began to get hard again, but we were both exhausted, so we just talked. I found out that, indeed, Cindy had set us up, although she never knew about the window. I also found out that Jennifer "touched herself" each time after watching me in my room; and the second time she came twice. I found out that her last "boyfriend" tried to rape her two years earlier, and as a result she had been afraid of men and of sex. And I found out that although she had spied on her older brother before, that night was the first time she had touched an erect cock or seen a guy come (up close). As we talked about sex I became more excited, until I was once again hard and squirming. Jennifer asked if she could make me come, and I agreed greedily, suggesting baby oil. Her hands were soft but strong. And she was a tease. And I held her breasts as she stroked me like a spoiled Persian kitty. And after she was done she tasted some of my come off my chest. I was in heaven….So, when my wife Cindy - yes, the same Cindy from next door - mentioned Jennifer, I had to tell her my side of the story. After my story was done, Cindy told me that she had hoped to use Jennifer to help me forget about my old girlfriend. She also said that Jennifer told her all about our mutual masturbation But she was surprised to hear about the window sessions. She also said that Jennifer was touched by my sweetness, which made me feel good. And she said that she was so excited when Jennifer told her about our activities that she also masturbated - twice - that long-ago evening. And after talking about all of these things, while our two children slept downstairs, she slowly stroked my hardening penis and asked "do you ever fantasize about Jennifer?" I said "why, jealous?" Cindy was silent for a moment. Then she said "I imagined for years that it was my chest you came on. It was the first thing I thought of when we met again after college. I didn't know it until it was too late, but I wanted to have been the first." I rolled Cindy onto her back, and as she stroked me, I said "personally I would rather you be the last, not the first" She smiled and squeezed my erection affectionately, and stroked me in the way she knows I love until I came and came on her beautiful chest.