The storyline and characters in this story are all fiction. I hope you enjoy...
My story starts just after I'd completed my university qualifications. My name is Gabriela Andrews. I'm a 19 year old single child, and I was looking forward to 3 month of doing nothing. One big chill before Uni in September.
I'm a former county gymnast, and am still mad about sport, but these days I prefer squash and tennis. I'm 5ft 6, long legged with raven coloured shoulder length hair and dark eyes. I get my Latin looks from my mother's Spanish ancestry. I see myself as a bit of 'girl next door' type, I don't do the whole fashion and make-up thing. Yet, it hasn't stopped me from having plenty of boys try and get into my knickers, so I've played around a bit, but nothing serious.
Soon after my 18th birthday, a newly married couple moved in next door with a three year old daughter called Amy. They asked me to start babysitting quite regularly, so I got to know the Crowley's quite well in that time. I couldn't help getting a crush on Amy's dad Ben, he was in his early 30's, tall, unconventionally good looking and cool with it. I would lie in bed at night thinking about him, fantasizing about him making love to me, I would conjure up a mental image of him while playing with my vibrator. Of course nothing would ever happen, it was just teenage hormones and an overactive imagination on my part.
Then unbelievably and seemingly out of the blue, his wife left him. Taking Amy, she moved in with her new lover. What's more, she moved 4 hours north making it impossible for Mr Crowley to see Amy as often as he clearly wished. All this I heard from my dad who would have a beer with him in our kitchen from time to time.
I couldn't believe it, yes his wife was glamorous and stuff, but he was the approachable one, the one who took the trouble to befriend people in the neighbourhood, she never bothered. Furthermore, when I babysat, she would always just give me a cursory 'Hi', nothing more. He would check on Amy, then come sit with me for a while showing genuine interest, as well as making me laugh. He always tipped me when his wife wasn't looking, he struck me as the perfect husband.
The school year end was upon us as I've said, when things changed between us. It was a Sunday morning, mum and dad were off playing golf and would not be back before 2pm. I had been masturbating about Mr Crowley again. I had imagined stripping for him, making myself so irresistible to him that he found it impossible to resist me. It was 9am and I was in my pyjamas when I pulled my curtains open. As I did so, I looked out to see Mr Crowley whose next door bedroom faced mine. He was bare chested wearing just pyjama bottoms, seemingly looking out aimlessly into the blue yonder before our eyes met. He looked so sad in that moment, I don't know what got into me. Maybe it was because I had just been thinking about him while playing with myself but, I started to undo my pyjama top buttons, there were only three so in a matter of seconds I was pulling my top off, baring my 32A breasts to him. I knew I was not blessed in the chest department, but I got plenty of compliments. I have very sensitive breasts, my nipples swell when excited, which never failed to please any young man I'd allowed to fondle them.
Mr Crowley's eyes soon came into focus, then widened. As he laid eyes on me his jaw dropped, and he stared at me with incredulity. I instantly blushed crimson, lost my nerve and ran for my curtains.
What was I thinking?
The next week was really uncomfortable, I was terrified of running into him, but also unnervingly still curious. Was he angry with me or did he like it? I saw nothing of him however so I was left to fret and wonder.
What was really strange however was my masturbation sessions, since that incident my mind was running wild, I was imagining him on top of me nearly every night. I decided to see if he would be there at 9am the following Sunday. Sadly he wasn't, and I began to wonder if he was trying to avoid me. I kept telling myself 'what are you trying to achieve anyway?' Truth is, I didn't have a plan, I guess I was just another horny teenage girl with a crush on a real man, and a desire to become a women. I was still technically a virgin, I had used a vibrator of course so no one was ever gonna find my hymen, but I had yet to have penetrative sex. A few boys had fingered me, usually when I was drunk, but I had never let it go further.
Anxiously but subtly I brought the subject up with my mum, only to find out he spent alternate weekends in the north, valuable father/daughter time together. My heart went out to him further still, it only made me want to see him more the following weekend. I then had to ask myself; for what, what was going to happen the following weekend? All I knew was that I wanted him to desire me, I wanted him to find me attractive, I wanted him to look at me not as a girl, but as a woman.
The next weekend my parents disappeared at 7.30am as usual. I heard them go and thought, an hour and half till 9am that's ages. That time was reduced considerably however by me masturbating over Mr Crowley. I might have spent my time better planning what I had in mind because 9am came around way too fast. I sneaked a peak and could see he was there again, I felt giddy as I rushed to open the curtains without thinking, only to realise too late I had forgotten to put my pyjama bottoms back on. I was like a rabbit in the headlights as he turned towards me. He smiled warmly before noticing I was missing my pyjama bottoms. He was staring at my bare legs now and I was beginning to panic. I followed his eyes and was relieved to see my top fell low enough to cover my modesty. As he lifted his gaze, he found me nervously looking at him completely befuddled. He couldn't take his eyes off me however, which gave me encouragement. In fact it gave me such a high, I became reckless. A little cleavage was showing but he'd already seen my top off, did I have the nerve to show him more? Should I show him my pussy?
Heart pounding, I dropped my trembling fingers to the bottom of my pyjama top, as my eyes found his once more. He looked at me with a mixture of shock and delight. I could see a look of hunger in his eyes already, he fancied me I thought and my head began to spin. He was looking at me intently as I slowly lifted my pyjama top, bit by bit I revealed my trimmed raven bush. I kept pulling my top up until my flat tummy came into view. I had rushed to close the curtains last time without seeing his reaction, this time I forced myself to stop. As he was taking in my pussy, I stole a glance towards his pyjama bottoms, and couldn't help but squeal. There was no doubt about it, a tent had formed in his pyjamas and it was because of me. I was internally elated as I flushed, embarrassed by my discovery. Yet I had turned him on, I had presented myself to him, no words had been spoken, and he had made no effort to hide the effect I had on him. The evidence was undeniable, he wanted me.
That however is precisely when I started to panic again. I was for all intents and purposes a virgin, a virgin showing her pussy to a grown man, and that man was now clearly lusting over me. I felt my pussy moisten and I loved the flush it sent through me, but all of a sudden I was scared of the consequences. It wasn't normal, what was I playing at. I rushed to the curtains and snapped them shut once more.
The fear of what repercussions my antics might bring, made me take a good look in the mirror. I wondered if he might tell my parents, would he find a way to humiliate me?, would he force himself on me? My mind was in a spin, but all I could focus on was my need. I had only just masturbated but the situation was just so overwhelming, my imagination was running wild. I looked again in the mirror and backed away a little. I then lifted my pyjama top as I had done for Mr Crowley. As my pussy came into view I began to squirm, I couldn't stop thinking about that tent in his pyjamas, I had created that!
Ten minutes later I had given myself yet another intense orgasm, he may even of heard it! That's the thing though, I was beginning to obsess, my orgasms were becoming stronger every time something like this happened. I took another peak around the curtains afterwards but he was gone. I began to wonder if he had also gone to masturbate. Was he thinking of me when he blew his load? I could feel my nipples swelling at the thought.
I came back from a squash match the following Wednesday night, only to find Mr Crowley in the kitchen chatting and drinking with my dad. He had come round to watch a football match with my dad, something they only did when his and dads obscure team were on the telly. They'd funnily enough been brought up in the same town, and even though they mixed in different circles, they had a common interest in their football team.
Dad hugged me then said, 'as you can see, Ben's in for the footy.'
'Err.., Hi Mr Crowley' I said blushing, my body all of a sudden on high alert.
'Ben please Gabriela, you're no longer a little girl,' he said with a cheeky grin.
I froze, I didn't know where to look, how to hold myself, I sneaked a glance at dad to see if he'd noticed me acting strange, thankfully he'd gone to the fridge. I looked back at Ben to see a glint in his eyes, he was enjoying my discomfort. I was off guard, and I was looking panic stricken.
Having got me flustered, thankfully Ben then rescued the situation by asking, 'I hear you're off to University in the autumn Gabriela.'
