Lauren Peters is nineteen. During the day she lets her long, brown hair hang straight down, but she sleeps with it in a ponytail. She always paints her left hand's fingernails with nail polish that is one shade darker than her right, and she had her first kiss at age six.
I was her first kiss. I used to wonder if she even remembered. She never seemed to know I was alive after she moved to another neighborhood. Every once in a while I would see her at school, with some quarterback's tongue jammed down her throat, but that was the extent of our relations.
When I found out she was moving back into her old house, the one next door, I could barely contain my excitement. I thought Lauren might notice me when we became neighbors again. I was wrong. The only good thing that came out of the move was my being able to watch her in her pool. Now, before you start thinking I'm a stalker, I'm really not. If your room faced someone's pool, wouldn't you stop to appreciate that person's perfect body for a moment?
Before I go on with my story, though, let me give you some information on our present statuses. We are both high school graduates, and neither of us plan to go to college. I am staying with my parents for the rest of the summer, just until I can get enough money to buy an apartment of my own. Lauren, however, bought her old home next door and lives there alone. I am currently single, as always, and Lauren is currently attached, as always.
Now then, back to the matters at hand. Lauren Peters is currently swimming in her pool, wearing the smallest bikini I have ever seen. Her breasts are wonderfully formed, and it could me my imagination, but I think I can see a small portion of her nipples. I sit at my desk, enjoying the sight (which is obvious by the bulge in my jeans), and boot up my computer. I click through a few folders, then smile as my stash of porn greets me. I click on a folder entitled 'Fucking' and start one of the videos, cranking up the volume. My parents are out of the house, so I undo the snap on my jeans and zip down the zipper, fiddle with my boxers, and pull out my quickly hardening cock. I beat to the moans and heavy breathing of a petite blonde screwing a disembodied black dick, savoring the moment.
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At some point I dozed off, but, unbeknownst to me, the damage was already done. A few moments ago I woke to the sound of the doorbell. I am now racing down the hall, zipping myself up and cursing loudly. At the door is a tall man wearing sunglasses. He whips them off and slaps me on the back.
"Are you selling something?" I ask, ready to slam the door in the man's face.
A smile stretches across his face, "In a way, my boy! I couldn't help but notice-" I close the door. He knocks loudly on the metal door, denting it. "Fuck!" I hear him shout, and within moments he is inside, throwing a few hundred dollars at me to pay for the damage.