Max sat slumped in his chair during the boring lecture, his long legs stretched out in front of him. Why did he sign up for a philosophy class he wondered. Dark blond hair fell across his golden amber eyes as his gaze roamed the room. He had been bitterly disappointed on his first day of college. He had been hoping for a whole new experience, new people...new girls. But a majority of the other students were the same people he had just spent the last few years with in high school.
He began checking out the girls, listing in his head who he had screwed, who he would like to screw and who he wouldn't let near him. Amy Stewart drew his gaze as she always did. He had fucked her several times, as had most of the guys in his senior class. She could always be relied upon for a good time. She was pretty average but knew how to make herself stand out with dyed blond hair and sexy outfits.
Tearing his eyes from her, his gaze next settled on Julie Fletcher. She lived next door to him but he hardly knew her. She was rather plain, never wore make up and dressed in baggy clothes. He was about to slot her in the "no way" category, when he decided to take another look. He took in her wide green eyes and thick, glossy brown hair, pulled back in a messy ponytail. Her legs were long and even though they were covered now, he recalled seeing her in shorts over the summer and her legs were nicely shaped. She was wearing a baggy sweatshirt, but he could make out a subtle curve that suggested large, full breasts beneath.
Maybe I would do her, he thought to himself as the bell rang, freeing him from the boredom.
He was home alone the next night when he heard the phone ring. He ran into the darkened office hoping to catch it before the answering service but was too late. In his haste he hadn't bothered to turn on the light and was about to the leave the dark room when a light went on next door. He had a computer in his room, and hardly ever used the office so was quite surprised to find that he now had a perfect view into Julie's bedroom.
Coming close the glass and cupping her hands around her eyes, she peered across the short distance between the two houses, looking into the blackness of the room Max was standing in. He guessed she was looking for the tell tale signs of the computer screen flickering and seeing none, she turned and pulled off her sweatshirt.
Max flopped down into a chair. "Whoa," he whispered. She was wearing only a thin, tight tank top under the sweatshirt. He had been right before, she had very nice, large, full, firm breasts. The nipples were a dark pink that he could clearly see through the thin fabric of her top.
She pulled the elastic out of her hair and swung it loose. Max tore open his jeans as it tumbled down her back.
He began stroking his hard, throbbing cock as she undid the tie on her sweatpants and slid them down her long legs. A pair of tiny white panties barely covered her. Turning, she surveyed herself in a full length mirror.
Max gasped with delight as she rubbed her nipples, causing them to harden and strain against her top. Holding his breath, he watched as she crossed her arms in front of herself and gripped the hem of her tank. With what seemed to him agonizing slowness, she peeled it off, slowly revealing herself to him.
His breathing coming faster, she tilted her head looking at herself in the mirror. She gently pinched her nipples, causing them to harden even more. Her fingers trailed over her breasts and down across her flat stomach.
Max thought he was going to shoot his load as her fingers dipped into the tiny panties. He could see her fingers straining against the satiny fabric as she was obviously fingering herself.
Again with agonizing slowness, she removed her last garment, sliding the panties down her legs and stepping out of them. She put her foot up on a chair and again slid her fingers into her pussy, while watching herself in the mirror.
Max was having a hard time holding back as he watched her head tip back, her hair cascading down her back, brushing against her firm, round ass, her fingers pumping in and out of her pussy. One hand reached up and squeezed a breast, again tweaking a nipple and he lost control, shooting cum onto his shirt and spattering his jeans.
With half closed eyes, he watched her body jerk and shudder as she also reached orgasm.
He sat in class the next day and couldn't keep his eyes off her. Was this really the same girl he had watched masturbating last night? She caught him staring at her a couple of times and he forced himself to concentrate on the lecture.
It was Friday and after the class a buddy of his invited him to a party that night, but he declined. "My folks are going out of town for a couple of weeks and they want to have dinner with me tonight, so I have to stay home," he said, rolling his eyes. In reality, he didn't mind at all staying home. He was hoping to catch a repeat performance from Julie.
During dinner his mother commented, "Max honey, the Fletchers are also away, and Julie is at home alone. You should invite her over for a swim or something. She really is a lovely girl, you should get to know her."
"You know, Mom, that is a good idea," he replied, surprising her. "I think I'll do that."
Later that evening, he settled himself in the office and waited. He was soon rewarded with Julie's light coming on. She again peered across the space between the houses before slowly peeling off her clothes. Max had already unzipped his jeans and was erect the moment he saw her.
He stroked himself as he watched her pleasure herself. She again stood before the mirror and Max could see her every angle. Her full breasts, her wet pussy with her fingers buried deep inside and her firm, round ass. How he wished she would bend over, he would love to see her sweet puckered hole. He had been fantasizing a lot lately about taking a girl in the ass. He had never done it, and was dying to try it.
He was ready this time, having brought a towel with him and he used it to catch his cum as he shot his load at the same time as Julie trembled and shuddered to her own orgasm.
Later that night, he lay in bed jacking off again, fantasizing that Julie was above him, riding his cock with her ass.
The next afternoon, after his parents had left he walked next door and rang the bell. Julie answered the door, surprised to see him. "Hi," she said shyly.
Images of her naked and masturbating, suddenly filled his mind and he had to force himself to remember why he was there. "I understand that both of our parents are out of town and I was wondering if you'd like to come over tonight. I was going to fire up the barbeque, go for a swim. What do you say?" He was suddenly nervous that she would turn him down and waited anxiously for her reply.
She suddenly smiled and slightly blushing, she replied, "That sounds nice. I'd love to. What time should I come by?"
"How about six?" he suggested.
