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CARLA AND HER BOYFRIEND

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CARLA AND HER BOYFRIEND by So there I was - 15 years old, all hormones and hard-ons. What escape was there from the permanent torture in my shorts? Well, that was easy - I always had (well, at least could watch) Carla, my next door neighbor. Now Carla was 16, but also about 38D, and at that age, she didn't need, let alone wear, a bra. Those breasts simply seemed to float magically around, and hypnotically captured the attention of all (yes, the girls too) who saw them captive within her tight T-shirts. Even my mother warned me to 'stay away from that girl - she's trouble'. So, I had to keep my distance and we were limited to simple greetings whenever we should meet on the road in front of our houses. But I was lucky - my room overlooked her back garden, and by chance, one summer's day, there was Carla, sunbathing topless, but on her stomach. Watching carefully (because you all know how people seem to know they're being watched), I waited for her to turn over. My hands automatically slipped down, and my cock was getting the attention it demanded. So far, this was the most erotic scene of my life and my cock was aching to cum as I beat it as hard as I could. And then, it happened - Carla sat up and grabbed a shirt - but not before I'd grabbed an eyeful - and I rubbed myself to what I considered my first 'true' orgasm - because a real girl was involved. Well, being at that age where you can't get girls out of your mind and your cock seems to stay hard most of the time, I must have masturbated another five times that afternoon, thinking about how I would love to cum over those breasts. And then it rained. Yes, I remember the anguish of the next few days, knowing that Carla would not be available for my viewing pleasure. But my cock still got the attention and I was confident that this was only the beginning. The sun returned, and Carla was back - only this time, she was accompanied by her boyfriend (though at this time, she seemed to have a new one each week). And the bikini top stayed on. But I still had the show of my life. They couldn't keep their hands off each other, french-kissing for ages, knees in crotches, and chest against breasts. How I wished it was me down there with her - but, in retrospect, at least I could pump my cock and imagine what was going on. I closed my eyes, and rubbed - the precum was coating my cock, and I was ready to spurt yet again. Grabbing a kleenex, I ejaculated in spasms that made me fall on my bed. I came round (yes, that was one of the hardest ever) and looked out the window, but my entertainment had gone. Days passed, and me and some friends were hanging out on the corner when Carla happened along, and she decided to hang out too. There used to be a foreign language school just down the road, full of young nubile French and Italian students. A car full of foreigners stopped. A guy leaned out and shouted at Carla: 'Are those real?'. She looked at us and asked: 'Shall I show them?' We just looked blank and embarassed. Then she grabbed her shirt and pulled it up for all to see. Like the immature guys we were, we ran. And so did she. I'll never forget turning around in mid stride and seeing her breasts moving up and down in that shirt. I slowed and she caught up with me, laughing. 'Did you see their faces!' she exclaimed. Yes, I lied. 'I thought they were going to ask me into their car', she continued, but I wanted to ask you something.' My heart skipped a beat. 'Did you enjoy the show the other day?' I stuttered something incomprehensible. She carried on: 'I saw you in the window watching me and Don. You looked like you were having a good time'. I went as red as a beetroot, and she laughed again. She said that Don was coming round the next afternoon, and she might be outside again. We caught up with the other guys and drifted apart. Hours passed and my cock became quite sore with all the attention it was getting. But eventually, I was at my window, waiting. Then they came out and laid down to sunbathe - and started getting it on. At one point, when Don was looking the other way, she looked up at my window. I moved aside - but the smile she wore showed me she knew I was there. My cock was hard, and I was rubbing it below the window sill, though the expression on my face must have given it all away. And then, things became really interesting. Carla had moved around so that Don was on his back and she was on her side next to him, but furthest from me. Her mouth was clamped over his and I watched her hand slide gently down his side to the waistband of his trunks. I hadn't really paid much attention to Don - but now my eyes were drawn by the bulge in the front of his trunks. There was much more down there than I had, and it looked rock hard. Her hand hesitated and then slid into his trunks. It looked like he'd been elecrocuted - his body went rigid and his groin thrusted upwards. Carla's hand gripped his cock in his trunks and started moving up and down. And at the end of each stroke, her hand seemed to come out and move the waistband down a little until Don's cock was visible. Looking back, it was probably about eight inches - and thick. Carla's hand could just about get round it, but there was a good four inches sticking out the top. I'd never seen a guy's erection before and I expected to be disgusted - but I was really into this! I became even more aroused as my stroking seemed to match the speed of Carla's. I felt completely connected to her, even though it was Don's cock down there. Their lips were still locked, but Don's body had relaxed a bit and his hand was groping her bikini top. She broke away from the kiss, and he just lay there as she pumped him with her left hand. His eyes were closed, and she looked up again and licked her lips. I thought she was sending me a signal that she was going to suck him, but instead, streaks of white cum erupted from his cock all over his stomach and some onto her. He looked embarassed. He covered his cock and went inside. Carla looked up and smiled. My ejaculation was equal to the earlier one, and Carla got to watch my face, before she disappeared inside. And then the embarassment and avoidance set in. As a young guy, I didn't really appreciate what she had shown me. The rains had come, and Carla wasn't out much and it must have been a month before we met face to face again. She got straight to the point. 'That was the first time I touched Don's cock', she said. I didn't believe her. She went on: 'I imagined I was doing you - I know you were doing yourself - and I thought you might appreciate a show'. Embarrassed again, I kind of thanked her. She finished off by saying that she went inside and played with herself, imagining the two cocks she had been playing with - Don's in reality and mine in the virtual sense. She wanted me to go round to her house, but I was too scared (what an opportunity missed!) and we went our separate ways. And that was that. Fifteen years later, I still remember Don's cock emerging in her hand and her licking her lips. I can't believe we never made out, but we both found other play mates and I never got to see her sunbathing again. But the memory never fades - the mental image of her masturbating about me has been one of my strongest fantasies - and I still like to watch. But then, who doesn't?