I sat on the floor of my room. My chest was beating like a drum.
Had she seen me?
I wasn't sure, and lifted my head just enough so I could pear over the windowsill, across the alley to the house next door.
Fuck!
I dropped back to the floor. Erica was stood at her window. Our eyes had locked for a split second before I dived out of sight again.
I could hear my chest in my ears now. I heard the front door open from downstairs. There was muffled voices drifting up through the floor then...
"Jamie!"
It was my mother's voice. My stomach suddenly twisted and I felt hot and sweaty.
How was I going to explain this? Should I just lie, pretend it didn't happen and take the consequences? That was all I could do, pretend the whole thing didn't happen. She couldn't prove a thing anyway. It was her word against mine and surely my mother would believe me over her anyway.
"Jamie!" Her shrill voice drifted up the stairs again.
I stood up, adjusted my trousers and made for the bedroom door.
The hallway was dark. I slowly trudged to the top of the stairs brining myself into view.
Erica was stood with her arms folded. A sullen expression was etched into every line on her face. She looked pissed off. Her fiery red hair made her look like an angry demon.
"Whats going on?" I said.
"This is Erica, you remember her from next door?" My mother said and gestured to the girl stood next to her.
"Of course, how could I forget?"
My mother sighed. "She's just told me something very interesting."
I didn't say anything, I just stood there waiting for the shouting to begin, but it never came. My mother's face spread into a smile.
"Why didn't you tell me you were working together at school?" She said.
I shook my head, not really knowing what to say. My eyes darted to Erica's enraged looking face. She was grinned up at me.
"I just forgot," I replied.
"Well, don't think your letting her do all the work. I expect you to get over there and finish your project. Your eighteen and leaving school soon, you need to start pulling your finger out," my mother said then turned to Erica. "Don't worry dear, he will come over and help you."
"Thanks miss Martin, I don't fancy doing everything myself," Erica said then glared up at me again.
"Well...," my mother said. "Hurry up, its a school night and I expect you to finish everything before you get home!"
I sighed. What was her game? Was she going to murder me, beat me to within an inch of my life? I'm sure I could take her if I had to, she was only a petite looking thing.
"Come on jamie, theres not much left to do," Erica said and beckoned for me to follow.
I slowly trudgedy way down the stairs and left the house with her leading the way. We made our way our of my front garden, into hers, up the driveway and stopped at her front door.
"Get inside," she growled. Her tone had changed for the worst as she pushed open her front door, pressed a hand to my shoulder blade and shoved me over the threshold into her living room. She slammed the door behind us and threw herself onto the couch.
"So...." I said after a few seconds of silence. "What's this about a school project?"
Erica glared at me. It looked like she was trying to cut my throat with her piercing blue eyes. She ran a hand through her fiery red hair then spread her face into a smile.
"You know full well that was horse shit!" She said. "Now, did you like what you saw?"
I shook my head. "Don't know what you're talking about."
"Don't lie to me, I saw you at the window. I saw you staring across at me," she said. "Did you like what you saw?"
I let out a long sigh. The game was up. "I'm sorry!"
"I dont want a sorry, I want an answer. Did you like what you saw?"
I shook my head not knowing how to answer, was it a trick question?
"Perhaps," she tugged at the strap of her black tank top and slid it down over her bare shoulder. "You need a reminder!"
Before I could protest she had lowered the other strap and slid the upper half of her top down to her stomach. Her breast popped out into the open air and sat on her chest as if suspended by some invisible bra. Her pink nipples pointed right at me.
I was so shocked I stumbled backwards a little.
"Dont be a wimp," she said. "There only a pair of tits. Now answer me, do you like what you see."
"Yea, sure," I said with a cough. My throat had suddenly gone dry as a bone.
"You didnt need to answer," she grinned. "Your trousers speak for themselves!"
I glanced down. I hadn't even realised my cock was hard as a rock and poking forwards through my trousers.
"Now, we are going to make a deal," she said. "I've shown you my tits, and now your going to show me your cock!"
"No fucking way," I spluttered.
"Well, perhaps ill just have to go back next door and tell your mom exactly what you've been up to for the past few weeks," she said and stood up, causing her breast to jiggle.
"Past few weeks?" I replied feeling my face turn red.
