[This is a work of fiction. The Story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps a few female fantasies as well. As such, the story may or may not be completely realistic. All places, events, and persons are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.]
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I guess you could call me "the girl next door" type, though as you will see, that was only a facade. My name is Brianna. I turned eighteen in April and graduated from high school in May. that was a month ago. And I'm still a virgin, technically.
People in my neighborhood, at school and at work, have called me: outgoing, cute, vivacious, sweet, cuddly, bubbly, helpful, courteous, kind, a good scout, and on and on and on. You get the picture. I have two older brothers and one younger sister.
Some people have likened me, in looks, to the movie star, Kelly Preston (wife of John Travolta) as she looked in the mid '80s, some going so far as to say I could be her twin. For those who do not know, Ms. Preston played the part of that gorgeous blonde in the 1985 movie "Mischief." Well, as a matter of fact, I also think that I look a lot like her.
One incongruity about me is the butterfly tattoo on my left ankle. There are others, Incongruities as well as tattoos, that is. But more about them later.
So, my family has lived in our house since before I was born. We live in a gated community of upscale housing where the houses are widely spaced with large yards and most with in ground pools. The family next door to the east has lived there even longer than we have. They have one boy, Jed, who is two years older than I and who has just graduated and returned from five years at a military academy in Virginia. I was not quite yet thirteen when he left and Jed was just fifteen. He was rarely home except for a brief furlough once a year and his family occupied most of his at home time.
Jed and I grew up and went through grade school together and we played together as kids of the neighborhood, but we never had a boy/girl, personal relationship. Oh, we had a little of that curiosity, "you show me yours and I will show you mine" kind of thing, but nothing more. And even that didn't involve any touching, just looking.
Jed has been home about a week. I really took notice of him starting his first day back. He is now tall, athletically fit and toned, with a swarthy, dark complexion and jet black hair. He is just a sexy, stud hunk with that ramrod straight military posture thrown in for good measure. I have been aware over the last week that Jed has also taken notice of me, though we have spoken very little to each other as yet.
Yesterday, I dropped in at the local hangout for young people for a sandwich and drink. A pair of my girlfriends, Julie and Janet, were in a booth and motioned for me to join them. I waved and walked over to them.
After I ordered, Julie asked me, "Who is that stud over there playing pool?"
I had to turn partially around to see to whom she was referring. "Oh," I said, "that is my next door neighbor who just graduated from military school. He got home last week."
"Well," Julie said, "he has my pussy wet just looking at him! Why don't you introduce us?"
Jed was just knocking balls (pool balls, of course) around by himself, he was alone at the table. So, I said, "Ok, come on and I'll introduce you."
We three got up and trooped over to the pool table and I said, "Jed, two of my friends want to meet you. This is Julie and Janet. Julie, Janet, this is Jed."
After all the "How do you do's" were done, Jed asked, "Would any of you be interested in a game of rotation?"
Julie and I answered, "Yes," but Janet said her break was about over and she had to get back to work in the shop next door. She smiled demurely and left.
I went to get my sandwich and drink while Jed racked the balls and Julie was trying to figure out how to rack Jed's balls! Julie got first shot, I got second, and Jed third, so Julie broke and the game was on. Now it so happens that dad has a pool table in the basement and I got to be a very good player, playing against him. Julie knew I played and that I was pretty good, but not just how good. Jed had no idea of my billiards abilities as my playing had matured in the years he was gone.
As the game progressed, Julie got inventive finding ways to brush against Jed with various parts of her body. She even managed to poke Jed (all be it, gently) in the groin with the butt end of her cue stick on one occasion, with her hand conveniently wrapped around the end of the cue, of course! And, being the all male stud that he is, Jed's response, involuntary or not, was becoming obvious as his trousers tented up.
Oddly, Jed's eyes were not on Julie, but were on me! Julie also noticed this and did not look kindly at me as a consequence. I was trying to let both of them drop some balls, while at the same time, Jed was trying to let we two girls drop some balls. I soon tired of this charity round robin, so when my turn came around again, I proceeded to clear the table of the remaining eight balls without a miss.
Well now, Jed stood there with his mouth open and Julie stood there red faced in frustration and maybe anger with me over Jed. It was by now obvious he was interested in me, not Julie. So, she irritably said she had some errands to run and had to go. She left in a bit of a huff.
Jed challenged me to a match, warning me that he got pretty good at the rec hall at military school. I had two secret weapons. One, I was very good at pool, as I have already noted, and something that Jed now suspected from my preceding demonstration,. And two, I had a diversionary attack of my own in mind.
I was dressed in short shorts and a fairly skimpy top with no bra. (another of my incongruities). So, I did plenty of teasing during our game, leaning over showing as much cleavage as often as I could and bending over in my shots allowing a fair amount of ass cheeks to poke out. I beat Jed, and soundly so. We sat down with a cold drink and chatted for a bit.
Jed said, "That's a pretty butterfly tat on your ankle. Do you have any others?"
"Could be."
"No others are visible so they must be in private places."
"Could be."
"Hmm. So, Brianna, I also notice you like to lay in the sun and use your backyard pool. Maybe I could drop over some time for a swim, too."
"Could be," I giggled. Then I said, "Actually, anytime, Jed, but right now I have to go. I have a doctor appointment in fifteen minutes. I will see you later." With that, I blew him a kiss and walked out to my car.
I decided that I was really interested in him and that I was going to get even more of his attention. I knew from our growing up days that his upstairs bedroom window overlooked our back yard, with its in ground swimming pool and terrace. The entire yard was enclosed in a ten foot tall, basket weave fence for added privacy.
No other neighbor's houses had any view into our back yard as they were either too far away or were only a single story. Jed must have been watching from time to time from his bedroom window. It was the only way he could see into the back yard. But to see much of anything in any detail, he'd have to use a telescope or something since his house was a fair distance from ours.
The calendar showed it was the middle of July with hot and humid days so common in the midwest at that time of year. I had been sunbathing all summer in my bikini, one with a conservative bra top that did not reveal overmuch skin. The bottoms were also very conservative, covering my pussy and butt cheeks, more or less--mostly more. My father was quite conservative and insistent about this. This was the outfit that Jed had seen me wear, at least so far.
Well, Mom and Dad were gone for a week to one of Dad's conventions, leaving my oldest brother, twenty-two year old Tad, to look after me and my younger sister. My other brother, Phillip, was away at a summer job.
Now, it so happens that I had a different bikini that I wore when I was away from home or when everyone else was gone. I went to my bedroom to get it. Standing in front of my full length mirror, I stripped naked and admired my nude body.
Thinking about what I had in mind of doing to seduce Jed (more incongruities), I started rubbing my boobs with my left hand. My nipples immediately popped out stiff and erect. A warm glow began building in my chest.
My right hand dropped to my clean shaven pussy and began to caress up and down my labia. Much more than just a glow was building there. I wonder if Jed can see my pussy tattoo now?
My middle finger quickly found its way into my slit as I worked it up and down. Then my thumb and first finger found my clit and began to work on it. My middle finger suddenly found my love canal opening and plunged in.
A second, then a third finger found similar refuge. With electricity sparking outward and upward from my steaming pussy, I abruptly withdrew my hand and ran to my secret hiding place to fetch Festus, my dildo! If Mom or Dad ever found out about this little toy, I would be dead!
Well, Festus suddenly found himself sliding up and down my gash, getting himself thoroughly wet in my oozing pussy juice. The head of that fake man stick then went all the way into my pussy for play time. In and out, in and out, in rapid thrusts that left me panting like a steam engine, until I shuddered into orgasm. I came so hard I shot that rubber prick right out of my pussy. I was left gasping for breath, my chest heaving.
When I recovered, I looked at the bikini laying on the bed. It was a very skimpy thong bikini, really more of a wild weasel. Just the tiniest piece of cloth covered my pussy, or tried to. A fair amount of labia was exposed on either side of the little, thin, and very narrow strip of cloth. The thin string running up my pussy/butt crack exposed one-hundred percent of my ass cheeks. Talk about an incongruity with my "good girl" image!
The top part was little more than a tiny, very tiny, triangle that covered my nipples and little else. At that, a fair amount of aureola was left exposed. A thin string around my neck and another around my back kept the little triangles more or less in place, but only if I stood still as a statue. Ninety-eight per cent of my breasts were on display. It is not a suit for the timid--or for my parents to see on me.
I went into the bathroom and wiped my pussy clean and then strapped into the wild weasel. My feet slipped into a pair of flip flops as I picked up a towel and sun blocker and headed down to the pool. I sure hoped Jed was up there looking! I was about to give him a show.
When I got to the back yard, I laid my large beach towel on the wood deck at the house end of the pool, as the concrete pool apron was too hot to lay on for tanning. I positioned my self so that I was not quite full face to Jed's bedroom window and proceeded to slowly apply the sun blocker to my body. I did my arms and shoulders and then started paying a lot of attention to my chest.
My nipples tented up into the tiny bikini squares so hard that I might as well not have a top on at all. In fact, they had no trouble pushing the tiny stip. of cloth off to the side to stand proudly erect and on display. I was also getting horny as hell.
