Part 21
I was quite elated but exhausted after my exploits in London and decided to have a lazy day at home the next day. I was in the garden laying on a blanket, and I must have dozed for half an hour or so, but I was awoken by the smell of dope from somewhere. I looked around and it seemed to be coming from next door's garden. One side is just Mr Bailey, a widow, now in his early seventies so I assumed it wasn't him, but our other neighbours, the Kennets, had two sons, Mark and George. Mark was about 15 years old and Geroge had just turned 18 this summer. I walked over to the fence and stood on tiptoe to peer through a gap in the trellis, pushed back a small branch and spied George puffing away on his own, he had one hand down the front of his shorts and I'm sure he was looking at a girlie magazine, I sniggered without thinking and he shot a look towards me looking startled.
He saw me smiling and I heard him say 'shit' under his breath and he literally threw the magazine behind him into the flower bed and looked at me a bit sheepishly.
"Jane!"
He called out.
"Hi George, something smells nice."
He looked a bit shocked and put the joint behind his back and only then remembered his hand down the front of his trousers and quickly pulled it out looking really embarrassed and red faced. I laughed again and added,
"It's OK, I'm not worried about you having a joint, but aren't you worried your parents might catch you?"
"Oh, right, erm no, they're in California. They took Mark with them, but I didn't fancy it, and they said as I had now hit 18, I didn't have to go with them."
"I see, lucky you, home alone. Do you fancy coming over, you can bring some of that nice smelling weed if you like?"
"Erm...oh really?"
"Sure why not?"
"Oh...yeah, OK then."
He said looking surprised, but quite cheerful about the idea.
"Just come round the side, the gate is open, I'm in the garden just chilling out."
"Right...thanks, yep."
We had been neighbours for years and always got on OK, although as he and his brother were both a bit younger we never really hung out. Age seems such a big deal when you are young, and just a couple of years seemed like quite a gulf, but George was pretty shy, although I always suspected that he had a bit of a crush on me as he always blushed whenever he saw me, and he was a bit bookish and nerdy, like me really. He was always interested in cars, something I found incredibly tedious, but I was pretty stunned to catch him smoking dope yet alone looking at a girlie magazine and jerking off. I thought he might be quite fun to tease though. I heard the garden gate latch and George wandered down towards me wearing just shorts and a t-shirt with some sort of aircraft on it. Not very cool. He looked a little shocked once again when he realised I was just in my bikini and blushed again as he said 'hi' and I told him to join me on the blanket.
He had thoughtfully brought some beers and snacks in a backpack and handed me one, taking one for himself as he swallowed a little nervously as he gave my scantily clad body the once over, as subtly as he could, but he didn't really quite know where to look, but every time he did dare look at me his eyes would inevitably wander over my breasts. We just chatted for a while, mainly about our respective colleges and he seemed to relax somewhat, especially as we finished off the joint and we both got the giggles a bit. He wasn't bad looking, just a little socially awkward. I mean he was a little shorter than me but had a decent physique and short dark hair, cut slightly old fashioned, however. He told me he had seen Marcus the morning he went off with Ryan when they were packing up the car, so knew everyone was away and I was alone too.
We just chatted and smoked for maybe an hour or so and I started to feel a little horny. I thought it would be fun to test him a little and let him see a bit more of what I had down below so I turned away from him and busied myself dipping into his backpack bent right over giving him a nice view of my bottom in my tight bikini briefs knowing full well that they were too small and riding up between my lips and my dark pubic hair would be quite visible to him poking out the sides. I held my pose for a few seconds as I pretended to be looking in the bag.
"Peanuts or crisps?"
I asked, still holding my arse up provocatively. No answer. So I repeated the question and purposely shook my arse a little from side to side. Still no answer. I smiled and turned my head to look at him. He was mesmerised, paused, half holding his beer up towards his mouth, which was open, his eyes glued to the wonders between my legs. He suddenly looked at my face when I turned and just said,
"What?"
"Peanuts or crisps?"
"Oh, erm...don't mind."
I turned and grabbed the first bag that came to hand and lay them on the blanket between us and opened them up. He was sat cross-legged in front of me, and I noticed him adjust his cock in his shorts and shift his position. Poor guy, I had obviously given him a bit of a stiffy and I smiled to myself. I asked him how long he had been smoking.
"Oh, only a couple of weeks. I had some at a party and my mate John got me some, it just relaxes me a bit."
"Right, yeah. Any nice girls at the party?"
I caught him off guard a little with that question and he blushed and smiled as he looked at me sheepishly, not answering.
"Oh, there was wasn't there, I know that guilty look! George, what did you get up to?"
I said, pulling his leg a little. He just chuckled slightly and said,
"Well there was one actually, Nicola Walton, she's in one of my classes at college."
"And? Details please George!"
"Oh, there's nothing to tell really, I just like her."
"OK, so at the party, did you, you know, get anywhere?"
"No, not really, although we did have a bit of a snog before we left."
"Oh, lovely. Nothing more then?"
"Oh, God no!"
"Really, why not?"
"Well, you know, I've not...I mean I've never...erm."
"Never done it?"
"No." he said.
"You mean you're a virgin?"
"Well, yeah."
He said quietly, picking at the fluff on the blanket, his face turning bright red again.
"But you've done other things though, with girls? Or boys?"
"Blimey, no not with boys!"
"OK, with girls then?"
"Well, no not with girls either actually."
I suddenly felt a little sorry for him. Eighteen already and no experience at all with the opposite sex, or the same sex for that matter. I decided I needed to educate him a little and help him out as it were. I persuaded him to roll another joint and we both had a couple of puffs and then I moved from sitting on my legs, which were in danger of going to sleep all on their own anyway and crossed my legs in front of him allowing him a good view of my bikini bottoms showing off a mean camel toe as the tightness of the material cut into me a little. He didn't even notice to start with. So I put my beer can down directly in front of my crotch and then sort of shook it from side to side and said,
"Fancy some more of this?"
He looked down at my hand as I agitated the can and then once I had his attention I removed the can from in front of my crotch and lowered my knees to the floor leaving him an uninterrupted view between my open legs. He stared for a moment right between my legs and his mouth opened again and he seemed to sigh as he admired the view. Then he looked up at my eyes again as I smiled at him and just held up the empty beer can.
