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Before Reggie could respond, a light flipped on illuminating a room in the house next to hers. "Fuck!" the supposedly well satisfied female next to me swore.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"It's that bitch of a slut, Sydnie-Ann Jablonski! Oh, Howie, please don't let that whore, Sydnie-Ann see it!"
"I don't understand."
"She'll do something to take you away from me. She's very hateful."
I had no intention of abandoning those magnificent tits or that chestnut covered cunt for that matter, but how was I going to convey that fact to this suddenly overwrought girl?
But that was before I saw Sydnie-Ann Jablonski.
Sydnie-Ann Jablonski; she of the pigtailed red hair and milky white skin, was wearing a short, dark blue skirt that was just long enough to hide the bottoms of her ass cheeks the first time I laid eyes on her.
Her white spaghetti-strap top was so tight that I could easily make out the nipples on her smallish breasts from a distance of some thirty feet.
Last but not least were the stiletto high heels she wore that made Sydnie-Ann's long, naked legs look even longer. Sydnie-Ann had to be at least twenty-one for she was holding a bottle of Heineken beer in one hand. That's the seasoned rationale of a horny teen for you. Sydnie-Ann was actually the same age as Reggie and me; younger by a couple months maybe, but older in many, many ways than either of us.
"She--She's something to look at all right, Reggie, but I'm with you. I picked you, I don't want her, (a blatant lie, I wanted almost every good-looking female I saw back then, and most I encounter these days too. But I had to say something nice to this poor girl.) Besides, there's that old proverb: 'a bird in hand is worth two in the bush'βand I was pretty close to her bush at the moment.
"Does she always leave her shades open?"
"I don't know," Reggie said dejectedly, as she stood up and unconcernedly strode to the window in only her thong. She turned to me and said, "Anytime I leave mine up she ..."
It took me a second or two to figure out why Reggie stopped talking. A guy had just walked into Sydnie-Ann's bedroom. He wore all black, including a leather jacket and slicked hair with sideburns. He might as well have just come from the 1950's.
He was tall, with a better than decent build, and made himself comfortable right away, tossing his jacket onto a chair before taking Sydnie-Ann in his arms and kissing her full on the mouth.
"OHHH!" Reggie gasped.
"Hey, we can do that ... we can do that even better, Reggie," I whispered. But deep in my heart I felt inadequate.
"Oh, my God," Reggie whispered excitedly. "They're going to get it on!"
She backed away from the window and slowly hugged the wall until reaching the dimly lit lamp and switched it off, leaving us in the dark peering into the well lit bedroom of Sydnie-Ann Jablonski.
I was fine with that, and mentally praised Reggie for thinking quickly on her feet, until I heard her say: "I hope they leave the lights on."
I didn't answer. For having turned back to watch Sydnie-Ann and her side-burned boyfriend before they shut their lights off, I saw what took me several days to fully clarify in my mind.
Sydnie-Ann returned his kiss right in front of the window. I'm positive I saw her eyes open and look my way. I wanted to hide, but of course, that wasn't possible. Reggie had just returned to my side and pressed her D-sized breasts against my back pinning me in place so I kept looking at Sydnie-Ann.
Now I know Reggie and I were now in a darkened room--and I know it was damn near impossible for Sydnie-Ann to see us, but I felt that our eyes locked anyway. Then she ended the kiss, hugged Mr. Sideburns and smiled directly at me--or how shall I put this? The smile was for me, or Reggie, or possibly the both of us.
"Oh, no!" Reggie said as she ducked around the side of the window, leaving me in front of her window.
"Did she see us?"
Slowly, it was coming to me. I was beginning to understand, even if I didn't yet fully accept it. Sydnie-Ann wanted me to see this, but not to tease me-at least, not in a bad way. She wanted to be watched. She was an exhibitionist. I had heard of them but never fully understood what it actually meant--until just then.
A sly grin spread across my face. "No," I said, gesturing for Reggie to come out of hiding. "She didn't see us," I whispered thinking she might be able to hear us talking.
Mr. Sideburns placed himself between Sydnie-Ann and the window, but had his back to us. Both Reggie and I gasped and forgot to breathe for a time as Sydnie-Ann slid down the front of him to her knees, worked his pants open and extracted his half-erect cock out.
"You're definitely bigger," Reggie said as we both began breathing again and Sydnie-Ann began bringing his member to full-size.
"Well, maybe not," Reggie said correcting herself to my chagrin. I withheld any protest for Sydnie-Ann chose that moment to absorb the head of his cock into her mouth. And a lovely mouth it was.
Moments later, Sydnie-Ann began guiding him toward her bed by knee-walking him backward while fondling his balls and licking the sides of his dick.
"You see that! Did you see that?" Reggie squeaked excitedly.
While I hadn't taken my eyes off the couple across the way, I wasn't certain what she was talking about and had to ask.
"She--She's put them at an angle ... I'm telling you she--she wants us to see exactly what's going on over there!"
Well I couldn't argue Reggie's point. Sydnie-Ann had certainly positioned Mr. Sideburns so that her blowjob would be in full view of our spying eyes if she were doing it deliberately.
I recalled her smile in my direction earlier. Reggie, while jealous or envious of her neighbor, had a valid point.