I didn't want to watch—I shouldn't—but I couldn't help myself. I was frozen in the shadows, fascinated by her body, the way it moved, the way she moaned. That part I couldn't actually hear, but the way her face was contorted in pleasure, my mind filled in that particular detail to the tantalizing scene in front of me. I rubbed myself through my jeans softly, afraid that any more movement would give me away.
Oh god, her body!
How had I not seen this before? Well, not
this
, not Daphne stretched out on her bed, her hands exploring her own soft skin while a vibrator pulsated inside of her wet center. How had I not seen that she was capable of being so...so
erotic...
without even trying?
We'd been friends since our first finger-painting in preschool, and even through the years when boys and girls split away into social segregation, we'd stayed close. You couldn't call her a tomboy any more than I'd've been thought of as a male equivalent. (What would that even be? A sissy, maybe? Certainly no one ever called me that to my face.) We'd just always been together, going as far as me following her across a stage while we picked up our diplomas the week before.
Daphne was my shadow, or I was hers, depending on what we were doing or who else we were with. We were Daff and Jeff, Jeff and Daff; she was a part of me. And yet, I'd never seen her like this. I'd never once even
thought
of her like this—not even when I went through puberty and practically came in my pants any time another girl talked to me. Not even when we went into detail about having sex with whoever we happened to be dating. And that had fortunately happened a lot over the last couple of years.
Had she thought of me this way? The idea made me harder than I already was, and I would never have believed that was possible; my dick had already been on the verge of ripping out of my pants like the Hulk. I held my breath as I slowly unbuttoned my jeans. Logically, I knew that there was no way I'd be heard; her window was closed despite the fact her blinds were not. Her parents were out for the night, which was why I was on my way over, why I'd hopped the fence that separated our backyards. I didn't have any specific plans for us—we rarely did when we'd hop the fence—but it wasn't this.
When one of us had parents out, the other hopped over the fence. No exceptions. She knew I knew her parents were out...didn't she? Had I told her I had a date? That I was working? I didn't think so...which meant she should have known I'd be coming across her yard. Did she mean for me to see her?
My hand worked its way slowly up and down my shaft, coating it with the precum that was leaking from me like a faucet. Daphne's free hand, the one not moving the vibrator in and out of her glistening pussy, moved from her nipple to her clit, making furious circles. My own hand quickened to meet her tempo.
Then, suddenly, her back arched and her emerald eyes, which had been hooded from the moment I'd come across her naked, writhing body, clenched tight. Her full lips were moving in silent declarations; she bit her lip, and I imagined she was saying, "Jeff". That was all I needed to come—and come hard—slouching into the tree that was partially shielding me from her view.
Panting, I leaned there with my dick in my hand as I watched Daphne leisurely stretch and pull the toy from between her legs. It was shiny with her juices, and the idea of licking it clean made me hard again immediately. I mindlessly stroked myself as she stood, stretching again, her arms reaching towards the high ceiling.
My eyes started at her bobbed brown hair, mussed from writhing on the bed; I increased my tempo as I thought of wrapping my fist in it to kiss her. Or guide her mouth on my dick. Her eyes were closed again, the look of relaxation and contentment giving her familiar features entirely new meaning. Her long, dark lashes rested on cheeks that were flushed with exertion. Her pink lips were parted slightly, filling me with a need to slide my tongue between them; my cock jerked at the thought of them sucking on it.
Her breasts were on full display, riding high as she raised her arms and staying high as she lowered her hands to her hips. Fuck, they were perky! And how long had they been that big? I was salivating at the thought of her hard nipples in my mouth; I wanted to nip at them, to tease her until she begged me to touch her, to taste her, to fuck her.
I was so distracted by her amazing rack that I only got a quick glimpse of the neat triangle of dark hair at the apex of her toned legs before she walked out of her room. I assumed she was going to wash off her sex toy. My hand was working with a mind of its own, my own brain completely overrun with pictures of Daphne as I'd just seen her. It did a pretty good job of putting me in those pictures with her, too. Somewhere in the back of my head, I knew I should stop, that I should take the opportunity to pull my pants back up and hurry into my own yard before I got caught. But I was as powerless to stop masturbating now as I had been to stop watching her in the first place.
Daphne strode back into her room, still gloriously naked. If I stepped forward just a little, she'd see me. Did I want that? As much as the idea initially thrilled me, the chance that a look of revulsion might cross her face kept me under the cover of leaves and shadow.
As I watched her, stroking my cock as she moved unhurriedly to her bed, I tried to memorize every curve. I was having trouble staying as silent as I had before; my breath was ragged, and there was so much come and precum on my cock and fist at this point that anyone in my yard or the yards on either side of Daphne's house could hear me and know exactly what I was doing.
Luckily, she bent over to put her vibrator into her night stand, and the sight of her glistening pink pussy pushed me over the edge immediately. Watching her, I could almost believe that I was holding on to her curvaceous ass and plowing my straining cock into her wet slit over and over. My eyes were laser-focused on her naked body moving around the room as I slumped against the tree again, all too aware of the mess(es) I'd made.
I looked at myself to assess the damage; most of my jizz had landed on the lawn, with a little on my pants and a lot on my hand. I stooped as gracefully as I could with my jeans slouched around my thighs to wipe what I could on the grass, and watched helplessly as my phone tumbled out of my pocket. I grabbed it as fast as I could, but the screen lit up and for the few seconds it was out of my reach, it seemed as bright as a searchlight.
SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!!
I fumbled it into my back pocket and inelegantly slithered further behind the tree, terrified that it had caught Daphne's attention. My fingers fumbled with the buttons on my jeans, slimy and uncoordinated, as I smacked my head against the tree trunk and silently cursed my stupidity.
What the actual FUCK were you thinking, you moron?
I'd been thinking about Daphne's naked body climaxing while I watched. Even through the self-chastisement, I felt myself getting hard
again
. Was I just going to have to live the rest of my life with a perpetual erection?
"Jeff, is that you?"
Jesus Christ!
I almost jumped out of my skin! At least my erection had been scared away. I debated on whether or not I should answer. Could I make it back to my yard without being seen? Not unless she went back inside and didn't look out the window; if she came outside even a few more steps, I'd be caught. I had to act fast.
"Uh..."
My voice was unnaturally high. I cleared my throat.
