After Monday's intensity the remainder of the week stayed normal. So far she hadn't gotten in any trouble. Her troop of young men were keeping their word about not bragging and creating problems. Regardless, she knew it would catch up to her at some point.
The last couple days she distanced herself from Ryan other than razzing him in Morrison's class. The other guys understood her hesitance of doing things daily. Not to mention her concerns over the age of those students she would engage anything with. The word was out of only 18 years of age would get her attention. She let them all know more was coming if her wishes were followed. It just needed to be paced out so she felt encouraged that she wouldn't be busted.
Come Friday night Monica socialized with her parents until they got ready to head out of town. Their adventure leading them to a dinner party some fifty miles away. Once they were gone Monica hit the shower and came out smelling like roses. The perfumed soap helped.
Prowling about naked as she always did she made certain all of the curtains were wide open and the lights were bright.
In her bedroom she raises her window and screen to lean out. Looking over at Ryan's house she knew he was at work. Her gaze led up at Brock's bedroom window. She expected Ryan's dad to be there waiting. Watching. Not this time.
Pouting she starts to retreat inside when she hears, "I'm not always in my bedroom spying. Sometimes I'm just outside your window."
She screams then laughs while looking down below her window at her yard.
"Don't do that. You nearly scared my clothes back on."
"Wouldn't want that. Sorry if this looks creepy. I forgot I left the backyard sprinkler on. Valves on the side of the house."
"Lies! Lies! Lies! You were window peeking." She teases.
"Not intentionally. I figured the night was young." Brock smirks.
She pinches her nipples taunt, "Isn't this so much nicer that we can bond without the restriction of faking our perversions?"
"Just glad my boys aren't home. Ryan's working and Kyle headed back to college. I don't think they would understand this."
She fidgets realizing that Ryan couldn't know what his Father was seeing.
"Do they know you watch me?"
"Doubt it. I know they've watched you before though. Busted Kyle with his pants down once from his room next to mine. Ryan I'm not sure."
She remained silent about letting him know the truth.
"So, what do you plan on doing tonight?" As if he didn't know her routine.
She leans on her forearms, "To do things I haven't done before. Now that we know that we both see one another I think we should at the very least be more open about it."
"As wrong as this might be at our ages I'm certainly not going to turn down anything."
"Age is just a number. I'm 18. You're Ancient." She laughs, "Let's just decide on boundaries. Sex is totally off the table. I just want to tease you and watch you get off. I'll do the same. Can we agree on that?"
Puckering he nods, "I can live with that. My place or yours?"
Without another word Monica steps back then crawls through her window to sit on the sill. Facing Brock below she hisses, "Catch me."
Her body falls into his waiting hands. Her weight held against him she intentionally plants her busty tit's in his face. Smothered he huffs, "You smell nice."
As he eases her to the grass she stares up at him, his hands still on her waist.
"Sweet Hazeus! You are freaking gorgeous."
She swirls in step to let him take her whole body in under the dim lighting of her room casting down at them.
"Big hands Mister." She places them back on her waist.
He grew tongue tied suddenly. Her eyes were stunning looking up at him with so much vigor.
"So, my place I take it?" He nods toward it.
"I've never been inside your house before."
"Guess not. We should be careful. Nosey neighbors all around. Ole Butch over there knows you exist too. Kramer out back is working on his car in the garage."
"Let them see. I'm not afraid."
"Of course not." He chuckles, "Front door it is."
She folds her arm around his and hugs his side as they step into the front yard. He had his porch light on which illuminated all the way to the curb. Not to mention his sidewalk had tiny lanterns strewn from the curb to the steps.
A car was easing up their street toward them. Brock grew cautious.
"We better go inside."
"Don't be in such a hurry. Live a little." She dances while holding his hand.
"What if it's my son? Or, your folks?"
She frowns, "Do they drive trucks?"
"No. Fine! Have it your way."
"Follow me."
She leads him to the curb and then turns to face the street. Taking his hands she brings them around her and cups them over her breasts. He lays his chin on top of her head and enjoys the scent of her hair.
The truck slows as the headlights capture them. The drive by made him swallow hard. She merely flutters her fingers at the inhabitants of the vehicle. A tooted horn greets them then casually moves on.
"See? That wasn't so hard." Her ass rubs back against his crotch, "But that is."
"Ready to go inside now?"
"Only if you carry me." She giggles turning to pat his chest.
He swiftly cradles her in his arms and makes the journey up his porch. She opens the door for him and they go inside. Her toes kick the door shut.
"Take me to your bedroom. I want to see where you spy on me."
Huffing he maneuvers up his staircase and into his bedroom. It was neater than she imagined. Reaching his window he lowers her to her feet. Leaning on him she looks down into her bedroom directly at the bed he watches her masturbate in.
"Perfect view. So sexy." She giggles.
"That it is. That you are."
She twirls to face him and teases his chest through his t-shirt with clawing fingernails.
"You used to videotape me. I want to see myself in action from your point of view."
"Funny you should ask. Ever since last Friday I've been watching them a lot. I made a DVD collage." He steps to his bedside table to retrieve remotes. Television on followed by DVD player he starts the movie.
Behind him Monica dives into his bed and stretches out with her head in her hand.
"Get comfy. Let's watch."
Brock moves to his favored side of the bed and kicks his plow shoes off. His t-shirt removed he sprawls out on his back leaning against the head board.
The room was dark except for the television and a tiny nightlight plugged into an outlet.
