Author's Note:
This version of
Tracey Ch. 2
has been modified since first publication on 11/09/2004 for continuity purposes and to correct minor grammatical errors. -W.S.
Tracey acted perfectly normal around me the next day, her usual cheerful self. It was therefore inconceivable to me that she had seen me standing in her doorway the night before. My fears evaporated, and along with them any remaining restraint that kept me from peeping through her curtain.
I had begun to suspect that more than carelessness was to blame for the increasingly frequent opportunities I had to catch glimpses of her. For one thing, she only seemed concerned with keeping her curtain closed and dressing "appropriately" when my parents were home. The laundry room was in the basement and Mom constantly had a load going--you never knew when she might wander by.
But in those days my parents often went away during weekends. Now that I was technically an adult, they took advantage of their new freedom with frequent overnight trips into the city or upstate to visit friends, leaving the house to Tracey and me.
It was during these weekends that Tracey shunned her boxers and pranced around the basement at night wearing only panties and tee-shirts that scarcely reached her mid-thigh. Likewise, I continued going shirtless, wearing only boxers or boxer briefs.
One Friday night after my parents had left for a weekend in the city, I was down in my room doing chin-ups. Dan and I had replaced our flimsy curtain rods with sturdy metal piping for just such a purpose, and used to have contests. By the time he had left for college, I was evenly matched with him.
I had stripped down to my boxer briefs and they were clinging tightly to my body with sweat by the time I had completed a second set. I was doing a set of sit-ups when I heard Tracey come down the stairs.
"Hey Steve," she said as she shed her coat and backpack in her room and came back to my doorway. "Little late-night work out?" she said.
"Yeah. Just one more set of chin-ups after this. Dan and I used to have contests--there's bar in your door as well," I explained.
"Is that a challenge?" she, raising an eyebrow.
"Sure!" I said. "Just lemme finish this set of sit-ups."
"Ok, I'll get ready," she said, quickly retreating to her room. She returned in a flash, wearing a tee-shirt and panties.
I felt a stirring in my groin at the sight of her scantily clad body. Her small pink tee-shirt, bearing the word "Foxy" emblazoned in sparkly letters across her breasts, barely reached the hem of her panties. Her breasts jiggled as she walked around, her nipples pressing through the flimsy fabric. Her panties formed a vee at her hip at the thin elastic waistband, and I could see her butt cheeks flex as she pushed her curtain aside and reached up to grab the bar.
I stood up and quickly adjusted my swollen penis, shoving it down the leg of my boxers. I grabbed the bar in my door, looking straight ahead as I took the weight off my legs and dangled from my arms.
"OK, start like this," I instructed.
I gazed over and watched as she assumed the starting position, her tee-shirt riding up nearly to her ribs, her pelvis jutting out to create a chasm between her belly and the hem of her panties.
"Ready? OK, let's go," I said, slowly pulling myself up and glancing to the side to make sure I was matching her pace. We completed a first chin-up together and let ourselves back down, but as I began a second she started thrashing her legs and burst into giggles.
"I'm such a wimp," she said, hanging limply from the bar. She let go and dropped to her knees, still giggling uncontrollably.
I let go of the bar and stood up.
"It's always hard when you're first starting. Dan and I used to spot each other when we started getting tired."
"Really? Will you spot me?" she said, regaining her composure and reaching for the bar again.
"Sure," I said. I slid behind her and took hold of her shins as she began pulling herself up. When she got about halfway she started to struggle, so I gave her a little assistance.
"Two!" she grunted as her chin passed the bar.
"OK, one more," I said as she lowered herself back down.
This time she didn't get far at all, and began thrashing her legs and giggling once again.
"Aahhhh! Don't let me fall!" she screamed. I stepped forward and reached my right arm around her midsection. But instead of straightening her legs, she kept a firm grip on the bar and reached her legs back, wrapping them around my waist.
I was fully erect at this point, and my cock was tenting out the fabric of my boxer briefs.
"I'm letting go! Catch me!" she warned. Her legs locked around my waist so when she released the bar I had to grab her with both arms. My left hand made contact with the soft flesh of her breast, and I felt her ass grind into my pelvis. My cock was rubbing against the inside of her thigh.
She was giggling uncontrollably and thrashing around in my arms. I felt like I was about to lose balance so I took a few blind steps back, aiming for her bed. My calves met the edge of the mattress and I plopped down backwards, still holding onto Tracey.
Her ass was still pressed against my groin and as we landed my cock wedged itself between her legs. Terrified that she would notice, I sat up and tried to scoot her off my lap. But she was still giggling and leaned forward to rest her hands on my knees, sliding back against me until I was staring right down at her ass. Her panties had started riding down, struggling to contain the gorgeous lobes of her tight ass, and a large bare patch of her lower back was visible where her tee-shirt had slid up.
I felt my erect cock jutting out at an obscene angle as it strained against my boxer briefs, threatening to break through the hole in front. She must have been looking straight at it because she stopped laughing.
We both remained still for a moment, and then she started to scoot forward to slide slowly off my lap. As she did, the fabric of my boxers tightened painfully against my cock until I felt it spring free, lancing through the pee hole when it reached her crotch. I felt it drag along her crotch, then down her ass crack as she slowly slid down its length. It caught on the loose material of her panties at the base of her ass, then sprung free and slapped loudly against my bare stomach.
I quickly stuffed my cock back in my boxers and grabbed a pillow to shove in my lap before she had time to turn around.
"Are you OK?" she said, pulling at her panties to release the wedgie I'd given her. She sat down at her desk chair.
"Yeah, I'm fine. You don't weigh much at all," I croaked. My face was burning and I felt a bead of sweat drip off my forehead.
"Well, at least you got a good workout!" she teased.
I tried to will my erection to go down but despite my nervousness and embarrassment, it remained hard as a rock, pulsating beneath the weight of the pillow. I heard my heart beating in my head as I tried to strategize a way to get back to my room without her detecting it.
Tracey was obviously flushed herself, and her ruddy cheeks glowed with perspiration.
"Guess I should take a shower, I'm all sweaty now!" she said finally. "Did you want to go first?"
"Oh, no--you go ahead. I can...I mean, I was gonna do another set," I said.
