He could see through me, as if my skin was a windowpane, his eyes searching deeply into my troubled thoughts. I knew that I wasn't normal. I knew I wasn't like the other girls. They were so focused on the upcoming dance competition and spoke of little else. I never felt the way that they did. I danced because I had nothing better to do, but there was a longing inside of me that I didn't understand. There was a craving, a hunger for something deeper that I never could seem to find until I finally found it.
I used to sit on my windowsill and look outside. I watched the neighborhood children riding bikes and then sitting on the curb to play video games on the phones that they were much too young to have if you asked me. My childhood had been different. I had been sheltered. I had never been allowed to play outside.
The man at the end of the street was outside washing his car. I liked the way he looked and I thought that he was handsome. I knew that he was married or at the very least he had a girlfriend. She was a young, black girl with a different Louis Vuitton purse for every day of the week. They didn't seem to have children but I wondered if they were happy together and I wondered if she would be angry at me for checking out her man as he soaped up his G-Wagon.
I pressed my hands against the glass, my nipples pert and ready for the action I was never going to get. I was shy, reserved, and hapless when it came to attracting men. Most people assumed I was a lesbian, but I wasn't. I wanted a man of my own so badly but it never seemed to happen. I was a virgin at twenty-three and I knew it wasn't because I was ugly. I'd been approached to do modeling many times but I never felt comfortable in front of a camera.
I was just socially challenged, too shy to say things to people, even when it was my turn to talk. I pressed my nose to the glass. He couldn't see me from where he was standing, at least I didn't think he could. Even if he could, why would he even notice me? He was toweling off his G-Wagon and I watched his muscles contract and release. I felt my pussy respond. My fingers went into my cotton shorts and found my clit. I rubbed myself as he finished by spraying something on his wheels.
I wondered if I would ever talk to him. I thought about what I would say, the way he would look into my eyes and decide that I was better than his girlfriend or wife, or whatever she was. I thought about his arms wrapping around me, his kiss and all the things he would do to me if I was his lover. I came hard, my fingers rubbing my clit faster and faster until I found my release. I let out a scream of pleasure knowing I was alone. I stood up when I was done and gave him one last look but he wasn't anywhere to be found. He must have gone inside. I was sorry that I had missed his walk back into the house. He had such a nice ass.
The doorbell rang suddenly and I was shocked. No one ever came to my house. I figured it was probably a delivery as I made my way down the stairs. I opened the door and gasped. It wasn't a delivery guy. It was my guy! It was "G-Wagon guy" from down the street standing right in front of me. I wish I could have said something but I froze. I wasn't good at talking to people and my anxiety was mounting by the second.
"Hi there. I saw you watching me from the window and I was hoping maybe we could talk?" He looked so rugged and perfect. His shirt was still off, his rippling muscles taunting me with their perfection. I counted his abs, noting that he had the elusive 8-pack that so many women went crazy for. I had just cum but I definitely was already horny again. His eyes were dark as he looked me over. "What's your name?"
"Elizabeth," I mumbled.
"What is it?"
"Elizabeth," I repeated this time a bit louder.
"I'm Todd," he reached his hand out to shake mine. I should have said something but I just stood there in the doorway with my mouth open, unable to formulate a single word. I reached my hand out and was shocked by what I felt when our hands touched. He paused as if he felt it too. "It's nice to meet you, Elizabeth." He paused, waiting for me to say something. When I didn't, he continued,
"So are you going to invite me in?" He smiled warmly,
"Of course, come in!" I opened the door wider and ushered him inside. "I'm sorry I'm not normally this rude I just wasn't expecting..." I trailed off as he looked over the house.
"Do you live alone?" he asked.
"No, I live with my parents. They let me stay here rent-free and I'm in college so it's nice that I have that option."
"Where are your parents now?"
"At work."
"Oh, okay so we are alone then?"
"Well...yeah." I realized how scared I was that we were alone together. I hadn't ever been this close to a man that I was attracted to. Things were happening to my body that had never happened. I could feel my heartbeat increasing. I was sweating. I had a thirst inside of me that I recognized as lust. I wanted Todd inside of me, even though I had no idea what that meant. I just knew that I wanted it.
"So tell me why you are always watching me from your window. I always feel you watching and I look up, and there you are, pressed against your window watching me. Is there something you want, something I can help you with?"
"N-n-n-no..." I stammered, not knowing what to say. I knew he was flirting with me but I had never really flirted back with a man before. I knew that I was shy and that I needed to come out of my shell but it was always like this. I always froze up and the guy always gave up and left, never looking back.
"Are you sure?" he took a step toward me, his big arms reaching out toward me. He grabbed me by the shoulders and steadied me. "You don't want this?" He leaned in and kissed me, his mouth covering mine with his. I had kissed a few guys in my young life, but no kiss had been like this one. I could feel the pleasure of it from my head to my toes. Chills ran up my arms and to my neck, where the tiny hairs stood on end. I was in bliss and so I opened my mouth and I gave myself over to him.
I let him kiss me right there in the entryway, knowing that no one from the outside world could see. I had a man kissing me and it felt so fucking good. Now, if only I could get him to have sex with me. I wanted that more than anything. I had never had sex but I knew that it was what I wanted. I had been craving sex and thoughts of a cock filling me had entered my mind almost every time I touched myself in my bed at night. I would cum thinking about a man who came into my bedroom, sneaking past my parents so he could get to my young pussy. I would open my legs for him and tell him it was okay, that I liked getting fucked.
I wanted this to be that moment for me and so I grabbed Todd's hand and led him upstairs to my room. He paused as we passed the window and looked toward his house. He smiled as he ran his hand along the windowsill that I sat on so often.
"So this is your view. I can see why you are always looking in my direction. Your window is set up so you can spy on the whole neighborhood."
"Yeah, I guess it is," I blushed, wondering what he thought of me. I was definitely a voyeur, watching him whenever I could. I wondered what his girlfriend would think of what was about to happen, but I wasn't about to get all moral. I needed to lose my virginity and Todd was the perfect guy.
He went back to kissing me and I thought that he would take me to the bed, but instead, he moved me to the windowsill and sat me down. He pulled my shorts off and spread my legs so he could see my pussy. He looked up at me, his eyes sexually charged before he tenderly licked my clit for the first time. I let out a noise as his tongue began to dance all over my clit, working sounds from me that I had never made before. He lifted me slowly toward my orgasm, teasing me until I was begging him to keep going.
"Please..."
"How about sex?"
"Okay!" I was excited. This was the moment of truth. Todd took off his clothes, leaving me waiting with my legs open, my dripping wet pussy ready for what was finally about to happen. He helped me out of my shirt and I wasn't thinking about where I was. I was only thinking about Todd and how this was the moment I had been waiting for. He spread my legs further open as he took his position between them.
"You ready?" I looked at his thick cock. It looked a lot like many of the cocks I'd seen on the internet. Plenty of men had sent me dick pics but this was the first time I was seeing a penis in real life. It was merely touching my pussy and I was already howling with pleasure. He worked it slowly inside and I hoped that there wasn't some way that he could tell that I was a virgin. His cock was inside of me! I was actually doing it! I was having sex.
