Part 1 – The Trespass
It was a smoldering summer morning, normal for Phoenix, when I chose to climb the wooden, six-foot-tall fence separating our backyard from our neighbor's, to retrieve the basketball that had inadvertently bounced into their yard the previous day. I absolutely hated going over to a neighbor's house, knocking on the door, and requesting something I'd lost in their yard. Looking back, I have no idea why I felt that way. When I was eighteen it just seemed infinitely easier to climb the fence, toss the ball back over, and return the same way.
Even though we'd lived next to these particular neighbors for over five years, all I knew about them was that they were a family of four. Two absolutely stunning young daughters lived next door to us with their mother and father. I had never seen either of the girls at my school, but that was no surprise, since I went to a high school about 20 miles away, and most of the teenagers in the area went to the high school two miles south of the neighborhood. I caught only infrequent glimpses of the girls in their comings and goings, but that was enough to know that their father would be graying early, trying to keep the boys at bay. The older of the two appeared to be around twenty. She had thick dark brown hair that poured over her shoulders like a cascading waterfall that stopped about six inches past her shoulder blades. She always wore clothes that showcased her slender long legs and shapely ass and breasts, and they usually exposed as much tanned skin as was decent, including her flat tummy and concave belly button. Her sister was probably about two years younger. She shared her sister's shape, but was a few inches shorter, and looked a little more athletic. Her shimmering long platinum blonde hair reached for her heart shaped ass, and was almost always tied into a pony tail, which directed the watcher's eyes to her muscular sprinter's legs. Her wardrobe leaned more towards comfortable athletic wear, and less towards sexy exhibitionism like her sister. She rarely exposed her midriff, although I was sure it was not due to any flaws in her abs. The skin she did expose was slightly darker than her sister's and looked smooth as silk.
In other words they were unapproachable. They were so beautiful, that barring an act of God, there was no way I would have ever gotten up enough guts to talk to either of them, much less ask one of them out. I'd spent many evenings lying in bed, fantasizing about both girls throughout my teenage years.
And now I was in their back yard. I spotted the basketball only about twenty strides away, but I'd have to pass four windows in order to get to it. It was 8:00AM, so I was reasonably sure that both parents were off to work, and if these girls were like most young people in their late teens and early twenties, on their second week of summer vacation, they were still sleeping. Nevertheless I peeked into the first window carefully, looking for any motion. It was a deserted kitchen. The next window was an arcadia door leading into a dining area. Void of life as well. As I squatted under the next window, I noticed the tightly closed curtains, and appreciated the fact that no one would be able to see out. My feeling of safety was short lived though. I could see through the last window clearly. No one was in this room either. With the many posters of macho 80's rock stars on the wall, it was obviously a bedroom for one of the girls. The bedroom door was open, so if she had just gotten up and decided to get some breakfast, I could be in trouble. I grabbed the basketball, and headed back the way I'd come. Before I got passed the bedroom window though I saw movement out of the corner of my eye, and hit the deck. I crawled until I was under the next window, and paused. I got up and thanked my maker that the curtains of this window were still secured. I figured I'd better make sure that whichever girl was awake, was where I thought she was before I crossed in front of the other windows. I crept up to her window and glanced around the corner. The older sister was laying face down, on her bed watching a television, which sat on the dresser beside her bed, opposite the window. I have no idea what she was watching, since my eyes were fixated on her legs. Her delicate toes floated up and down as she bent her knees and brought her feet up into the air, and than back down again. It was like she was dancing while lying down. My gaze continued past her ankles, up her firm calves, and then to her lean thighs, where they disappeared into a thin cotton nightshirt, but not before exposing just a hint of her curvy ass cheeks. I was mesmerized…then she moved. I peeled myself away from her window, and pushed my back against the wall between her window and the next. I tossed the ball into my yard, figuring I'd better get rid of it, and stood against the wall for a minute, waiting for my heart to slow down.
I decided to take one brief look, just to make sure she was still in her room, then I'd follow the basketball over the fence as quickly as I could. I edged towards her window again, and peered in. The dark haired angel was no longer on her bed. I quietly moved past the curtained window and took a peek through the arcadia door. There she was, sitting at the table reading the newspaper and eating some toast. Although she appeared to be engrossed by the article she was reading, there would be no way I could make it past the arcadia door without her seeing me. My only option was to wait her out.
About fifteen minutes had passed before I heard something to my right. I moved stealthily towards that window, and watched, not breathing, while the younger sister parted her curtains, and opened the window. I knew I was in deep shit at that point. If I moved, either the blonde would hear me, or the brunette would see me. I took another look through the arcadia door, and saw the gorgeous profile of the older sister still there, eating her Wheaties. I appeared to be stuck between the blonde's window and the arcadia door.
I let my breath go, and tried to calm myself. I have no idea how much time passed, but when I felt sufficiently calm, I eased towards the blonde's window and glimpsed inside. She was standing in front of a mirror in a bathroom that apparently connected both girls' bedrooms. She was brushing her teeth, wearing a pair of shiny black satin panties and a tight white cotton tank-top with her taut nipples trying to break through the fabric. I wasn't sure if she'd be able to see me in the reflection of the bathroom mirror, so I reluctantly pressed my back against the wall again, realizing that I now had an extremely uncomfortable erection pressing against my blue jeans.
Then I heard the shower turn on. I looked through the blonde's window again and saw that the door to her bedroom was still closed, and the door to the adjoining bathroom was still wide open. From my angle, I couldn't see anything in the bathroom except an increasingly foggy vanity, but my imagination was running wild. I couldn't get the image of tiny streams of water running down the blonde's curved breasts, flat belly, and well-toned thighs, out of my mind.
I glanced through the arcadia door. The brunette was still there. I still couldn't return to my yard. I kept looking back at the open window. It would only take 20 seconds to open the window enough for me to enter her room. Maybe an additional 30 or 40 seconds to get a good look at the blonde in the shower. Then I could make a rapid exit. I knew it was crazy, but my penis started doing the thinking for me, and I opened the window enough to crawl in. Surprisingly, it moved noiselessly. I hesitated for another few beats, than scuttled in. I looked over the room as I crept silently toward the bathroom door. It too, had posters of rock stars all over the walls, though it was a great deal messier than her sister's room. She had clothes scattered all over the floor, and there were some books piled on some shelves with trophies being used as bookends. I didn't take the time to read the inscriptions, but based on the statuettes they were for softball and volleyball. I reached the door for my first good look at the luscious blonde, when the water stopped. Either this girl took really quick showers, or I had spent more time outside pondering my options than I'd thought. For what seemed like hours, but must have only been a split second, I just stood there trying to decide what to do.
I made my way quickly and quietly toward the window, but surprised myself with my own audacity when I moved the window back to it's original location, and entered the walk-in closet. I kept wondering what had motivated me to be so bold (or stupid), while I pushed my way through her clothes and hid behind some long dresses. I still do not know why I did what I did, but to this day I never second guess my instincts.
