Nicola was the girl next door - literally. Her parents moved in next door just after I bought my own place and I've effectively seen her grow up, maturing from a bit of a tomboy to a nice young lady.
Currently she's around eighteen, has grown out of her puppy fat and acne, and has a decent taste in clothes. She is now tall and elegant, slender with blonde hair and a bust that tries to tell you that her slenderness is a lie. All around a lovely package.
Personally I'm a big lump of a man. Slightly over six foot and two hundred pounds and it's beef and muscle, not fat, even if I am pushing forty.
I was going to have a reasonably early night one night and I strolled into my bedroom, flicking on the lights as I went. My blind was still up so I crossed to the window to lower it. You know how it is. If you're standing next to a window you automatically look out of it and that's what I did.
Standing in the room opposite me was Nicola. I've known that that room was her bedroom for a long time but had never really considered it, except to make sure I pulled my blind down at night. I didn't need to give a young girl a fright.
Anyway, seeing Nicola there I lifted my hand in a casual wave and she did likewise. I started to reach for the blind to pull it down and Nicola reached for her blouse and started undoing it. I blinked and froze to the spot.
Not looking at me she continued to take off her blouse, her head turned to the side as though she was talking to someone. She had a skimpy lacy bra on under her blouse, not that it mattered because as soon as she tossed her blouse to one side her bra followed it.
A very nice pair of breasts on the girl with no noticeable sag to them. I paid them their due by keeping my eyes on them, while wishing that her window was deeper so I could see more. Nicola turned back to glance at me and she had an amused smirk on her face. Then she turned and walked deeper into the room, far enough that I got my wish about seeing more.
Turning back to face the window she started undoing her skirt, still talking to someone in the room. Once her skirt was gone she kicked off her shoes and then slipped down her panties, lifting one foot to kick them to the side.
She was over there, standing naked next to the bed, and this young lad strolled into view, his eyes patently glued to her body. I could tell from his gestures that he was telling her to lie down on the bed but she was shaking her head. She was telling him something, probably to strip, seeing how fast his clothes vanished. Then she bent over the end of the bed, still plainly in my sight, and indicating that he should move around behind her.
I assume that he did as he vanished from my view and I had the impression of someone standing behind her. I could have moved to one side to check but I was quite happy with the view I had. Yeah, he was there all right. I could tell from the way her body suddenly jolted that she'd just been shafted from behind. After that it was on, her boyfriend giving her everything he had just as fast as he could, with her head turned to look out the window, watching me watching her.
(When I mentioned that her boyfriend was giving her everything he had as fast as he could I had to surmise that he didn't have much as everything was over in a pretty short period of time. Maybe he'd be able to recharge and give her a longer running lesson later.)
I blew her a kiss, pulled down my blind, and went to bed.
I wouldn't have done anything about that little incident but for happenchance. I saw Nicola's parents heading out to the football just after lunch, them both being keen fans, and Nicola arrived home from work almost immediately after they departed. One could almost think she timed it so she wouldn't have to go to the football.
I strolled around to her place and rang the bell and she promptly answered it, still in her fast food uniform. She looked rather taken aback to see me, blushing quite fiercely.
"Nicola," I said by way of greeting.
"Ah, Mr Anderson," she acknowledged me. "Um, what can I do for you?"
"Please, call my Conrad or Con. I think you're old enough and we've seen enough of each other to be on first name terms."
Apparently she hadn't been blushing quite fiercely when she answered the door. Now she was blushing quite fiercely.
"When I say you're old enough I was assuming that you have turned eighteen?" When she nodded I continued. "Of course, you never can tell these days," I said with a sigh. "These youngsters get into mischief at such an early age. Not like when I was younger."
"Oh, you poor old man," she said with a touch of snark in her voice. "I suppose you never did anything wrong or ill-advised when you were young, lo those many years ago."
"Well, nothing that I was ever caught at," I admitted, "so that means I never did them, right?"
"Anyway, the reason I came over was in regard to your little performance last night."
She hastily started to apologise but I held up a hand, shutting her down.
"No, no, you misunderstand. It was obvious from that little performance that you need a few lessons in certain areas. So does your friend, Speedy Gonzales, for that matter, but him I couldn't care less about."
"His name is Jason. Why do you call him Speedy Gonzales? You've never even met him. And what do you mean by lessons?"
"I called him Speedy because I was judging him on his performance and damn, but it was just about over before he started. I hope he did better with his subsequent efforts."
"Oh," I said, interpreting the glowering look on her face. "There were no subsequent efforts. Hard luck, girl. Anyway, as to the lessons. I was talking about the way you made love of course. Really, wham, bam, thank you, ma'am is so passe. I thought I'd come over and show you what to expect and what to do. No need to thank me. It will be my pleasure, and yours, too."
I lounged comfortably against the door-frame, smiling at the blank look on her face as she tried to digest what I'd just suggested. The blank look turned into surprise as she finally worked it out. I was surprised, myself, that she hadn't clicked immediately. The offer wasn't that hard to understand.
"You're kidding," she said.
"Why would I kid about something like that?" I asked her. "Remember, I saw your performance last night and believe me, it was pathetic. You were so busy watching me watching you that you couldn't even give your full attention to the poor schnook who was trying to please you. I will admit that was probably as much his fault as yours. Possibly more his fault as he should have been in control."
"Pathetic," she yelled. "You're pathetic. Why the hell would I want to have sex with you?"
"Let's see. Because you're curious? For the short time Speedy was in action you were wondering what it would be like if it had been me. You also need someone to take you in hand and show you what to do and who better than me, your old friend and neighbour?"
She was glaring at me, not giving an inch, when I reached out and took hold of her hand. I pressed it against my groin and her hand automatically closed over me before she realised what she was grabbing.
"What the fuck is that?" she yelled, snatching her hand away with some alacrity. I had to admit she did a lot of yelling.
