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?"
