I lived on a street where everyone knew each other and it was a sleepy little town out in the eastern part of the United States. Me and my friend Joey would drive to the fishing pond down the end of the block and spend hours and hours with our fishing rods in the water, a case of beer and talking about the girls at our high school. One in particular was Samantha Jones.
She was a new girl from California and she was freaking hot. All we could do was watch Samantha as she passed us in the hall, she was stunning. She was very light skinned, her hair was blonde and she had the most perfect lips. I was a lip man and my buddy was a leg man.
I couldn't stop imagining I was the guy in "Sand Lot" the movie. She would rescued me from the swimming pool in town and she press those plump juicy lips to mine...I was only dreaming. She lived two houses from me and right next door to my friend Joey's house. What a luck dog.
I started hanging out at his house more and more as the summer progressed just to get a glimpse of the goddess we had in our neighborhood. I don't know if it was a California thing but her mom and dad were both blonde haired and blue eyed and so was her little sister and little brother. They were like the Barbie dolls of town.
No one, I mean no one had bluer eyes then Samantha. Her eyes were like the ocean and I could get lost in them. Just a glace and she knew I was drooling all over myself when she would glance at me, I know she knew. She would crack a tiny smile at me everytime she walked passed me in the halls of school and all I could do was sigh.
As the summer progressed and they got settled in, me and Joey would sit in his back yard and we could hear the Jones family in their back yard. They had a big pool and we would check Samantha out from Joey's bedroom window. We had to be really careful because her mom was a mean lady. She was very protective of her girls and especially Samantha. She knew she had a little hottie on her hands.
Every guy in town wanted her. I think I was her biggest fan, and I said to myself one day I'm going to get a kiss from her. I didn't know how or when but I was. When she would go out to the pool she had on the most beautiful two piece bikini. It was bright pink, like hot pink, which now became my favorite color. She would even have her toe nails painted the same color as well as her finger nails. "OH MY GOD," she was so perfect.
More than once I would run home and jack myself off thinking I was watching her take that bikini off and I could see her tan lines. I would send a gushier of cum into the toilet every time I was thinking of her. She became an obsession and I was starting to get home with stains in my underwear from precumming in my underwear at Joeys house watching her swim. I could sit there all day and watch her.
One day her mom caught us at the window and even came over to Joeys house and told his mother they wanted some privacy and for us to quit ogling her daughter. We knew who the boss was at their house. Joey's mom giggled and said she would handle it and came to the room and told us to be more careful. She actually suggested we close the shades and peek between the slats, duhhh; why didn't we think of that?
I wished I had the courage to ask her out. I was a bucked toothed skinny geek runt and I didn't think she would even think twice about me. I don't even think she remembered my name much less want to go out with me. I really tried to talk to her at school but she was so popular I could never catch her alone. Joey would tell me "you are never going to get her alone; you might as well give up."
I would hear him but it went in one ear and out the other. I was on a mission and I wouldn't stop till I got her alone. One day I was walking home from school and she was ahead of me on the side walk and I hurried to catch up to her. What would I say, I asked myself? I only had one chance and I better be as smooth as possible.
I got right behind her and as she turned a little to see who it was I said Ummm, what are you doing, you going home"? "WOW," what an idiot...she looked at me like I was a dummy and laughed and said "aren't you?"
I hung my head in shame and kind of let her get ahead of me and to my surprise she said if I would walk with her. What? What, ME? I said "sure" and we walked in utter silence all the way to my gate. She stopped, looked at me and said "see you tomorrow!" I stopped in the front of my house and watched her glide away on her cloud, she was an angel.
I had to come up with a plan to see her more often and not have to ask Joey to go to his room. He was getting a little tired of sitting on his computer while I looked through the slats. Behind our row of houses was a little strip of woods we had built a fort in a long time ago. We hadn't been out there in a long time. We were way to old for the fort at nineteen.
A few days went by and Joey said they were going on vacation and I would be alone for the rest of the summer. I was devastated; my lookout at his house was gone. I even tried to get Joey to leave me a key but they only had two and one went to his uncle who was going to check on it every so often. I decided to go to the fort and see what vantage I had from there and to see if I could see her from there.
It was kind of at an angle and it was too low, we built it when we were eight or nine years old. It was falling out of the tree and it had so much weeds and branches growing in it I decided to start a new one a lot closer to her back yard. I had to sneak back there so no one would see me and I didn't want to give up my position because her mom would have a fit if she knew I was spying on her daughter.
I found a nice big tree with some nice branches to climb up in and once I got to the midpoint I looked across. I was looking right into the pool, perfect. I grabbed my dad's hammer and some boards and a few nails and headed to the woods. I started with the stairs to the midpoint of the tree. I nailing each step one at a time driving two nails per step so it wouldn't swivel and turn on me.
Once I got to the midpoint of the tree I had to get my dad's saw and cut a few branches away for the platform I was going to build but leave just enough to conceal myself. Now I needed some more boards and my dad had a stack in the back of the shed. I grabbed one or two at a time and took them to the tree.