When I was a child I was an obnoxious little brat. The sort of kid you wanted to slap silly as soon as you saw him. Then I hit puberty and as a teenager I was no longer an obnoxious little brat. I had graduated to being an obnoxious asshole.
Still, maturing is an ongoing process. By the time I hit sixteen I was only your average asshole, and when I hit eighteen my asshole days were behind me. Quite frankly, I had matured into a responsible adult, even if my reputation was still a bit whiffy. One thing in my favour, I'd never been in any legal trouble. Probably more by good fortune than good sense, but where the police were concerned I was good as gold. The assholery I could live down. A police record would have been harder.
A couple of things that probably contributed to my maturation were a pair of hobbies I started seriously working on in my early teens. One was martial arts, and it's a great way to learn self-control and have your ass kicked if you're too much of an asshole. I know I started working on not being quite such a lowlife when Sensai bounced me all around the dojo as a warning.
The second hobby was gymnastics. I was agile and fast with great reflexes and I liked to exercise. What I was not, by any stretch of the imagination, was a team player, which sort of knocked team games on the head. So I became a gymnast. Quite a good one, too.
Shortly after I turned eighteen I fronted up to school early one day. I had this arrangement with the coach that I could go to the gym before school and practice on the gymnastics equipment, and I tended to go several times a week.
So there I was on the uneven bars, doing a handstand on the upper bar with my body parallel to the ground, seeing how long I could hold it.
That's when the girls netball team came wandering in. Apparently they also had a practice session lined up. I figured that they'd vanish into their change-room to get their uniforms on and when they did I'd drop down and vanish into the men's change room.
It was obvious that was their intention but it turned out that the change-room was locked. Their coach checked the key-safe on the wall between the change-room doors but it seemed that the key wasn't there. The girls dithered for a moment and I expected their coach to send someone to the office for a spare key. Nope. She had a better idea.
"The hell with it," she grumbled. "We'll get changed here. Margaret, you keep watch at the door to make sure no-one comes in while we're changing."
A bit late. I was already in. For a moment I was prepared to let them start stripping off, as it would be a real fun view. Unfortunately, my mature non-asshole self wouldn't let me.
"Excuse me, ladies, but I think you'll find that that is not a good idea," I called.
I have quite a nice baritone and when I project a little my voice rings out quite loudly. A couple of the girls had already started to take their tops off, and they reversed directions very smartly. (Damn it.)
Then the fun started.
"Who's that?" someone called out. They were all looking around trying to see who had spoken, but their eyes were looking at ground level. They just couldn't spot me.
"Me," I said helpfully.
"Where are you?" came a frustrated query. I could sense the unspoken 'the fuck' that wanted to tuck itself behind the where.
"Here," I said. A reply they found monumentally unhelpful, as they were still looking at ground level and my voice echoed a little so they couldn't pin-point where it was coming from.
"And where is here?" came a dulcet query.
"On the bars," I said, and they all turned to look at the bars. Damned if they weren't all as blind as bats. I released my hand stand, dropping down onto the top bar, did a fast spin that flipped me to the lower bar and then did a full body flip that tossed me into the air. I somersaulted in the air and came down facing them, arms spread and bowing slightly. It was a perfect dismount and I must have appeared to have just dropped down out of the sky from the squeaks and squeals.
I strolled over to the key-safe. It was reasonably high on the wall and the coach was a little on the short side. None of the girls were actually towering giants, come to think of it. I reached on top of the key-safe and felt around, hand closing on a key. (I'd spotted something there from my position on the high-bar.)
"This is probably what you wanted," I said, "but if anyone cares to get undressed here. . ." I added hopefully.
No-one did. Someone snatched the key from me and then they were all piling into the change-room. As they were vanishing Peggy, the captain of the net-ball team paused for a moment. Nice young woman, Peggy. She was also captain of the cheerleading squad for the football. Eighteen and very nicely endowed.
"Thank you," she said. "If you'd stayed silent it could have been embarrassing for us. That was a gentlemanly thing to do."
I grinned and shrugged, sort of indicating what else could I do. She smiled back, flicked a glance over her shoulder to see if anyone was watching, and flashed me. She did, I swear. She just hoisted up her top, pulling her bra up with it, and showed me her breasts, all white and glowing with little pink tips.
I had just enough time to comprehend and appreciate what was on display and then her top was on its way back down.
"Well, damn," I said softly, while she grinned like a loon. "You do realise that this means I'm going to have to find some way to cut you out of the pack so I can ravish you, don't you?"
"You're welcome to try," she said, "but it ain't going to happen."
Then the door closed behind her and I went and got changed myself.
- - -
I contemplated the situation. I was fairly sure that if I managed to get Peggy alone she would only put up a token struggle before allowing her panties to fall off. Would that satisfy me? I wasn't sure. I decided to explore a bit further and see what might eventuate.
That evening I checked out Peggy's place. Her parents owned an old two storey house and I knew which room was Peggy's. On the upper floor, naturally. The advantage of older hoses was that they had older trees, and older trees are climbable trees, especially for a gymnast.
When it got dark it was simplicity itself to run up the tree and cross over to Peggy's room. It was fortunate that the window wasn't closed. I was inside and no-one had noticed. I just relaxed on a chair she had and waited. Seeing it was another school-day tomorrow I suspected that Peggy wouldn't be staying up too late.
It was almost ten when Peggy came up. She barged into the room, flicking on the light.
"Please don't scream," I said quietly, and she damn near did.
She went a little pale when she saw me sitting there. I suspect wild fears about rape were starting to float through her mind.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded. "How did you get in? I think you'd better go before I do scream."
I remained in the chair, holding myself still and trying to look harmless.
"Up the tree and through the window," I explained. "You really should keep your window locked. Attend to that in the future. As to why I'm here, I was just curious to see how far you'll push your teasing."
"What is that supposed to mean?" she asked, suspicious.
"Well, this morning you let me catch a glimpse of a very lovely pair of breasts. Unfortunately, I didn't see them for long enough. I figured that if I was here when you're ready to go to bed then there was a good chance that you might get ready for bed while I watched. Uh, I considered it would be unsporting to watch from the tree. I wanted you to do it knowing I'm watching. That's all. As soon as you get changed I'll be gone."
She just looked at as though I'd taken leave of my senses.
"Do you really think I'll get changed while you're here watching?" she asked.
"I gave it a sixty percent chance," I told her. "And it will only be watching. I won't be trying to touch you or anything. Not tonight, anyway."
"Not tonight?" she asked.
"Not tonight means that there will be another time. After all, I will need to be able to touch you sometime in the future if I'm going to be trapping you for a little ravishment. For tonight I just want to look at future delights."
She looked at me dubiously.
"There is not going to be another time. I'm not going to let you ravish me. And if you try to lay even one finger on me tonight I will scream the house down."
"I swear, not as much as a little finger," I assured her. She was going to undress for me, and we both knew it. She couldn't resist the chance to flaunt her body a little.
Still watching me out of the corner of her eye she started undoing her blouse. I just sat and watched, letting my admiration show on my face. Blouse and then bra came off, and she was standing sideways to make sure I got a good view. Then she turned towards me for a second for a nice frontal before turning her back to me.