I saw her bra come off, followed by her undies and lastly, her socks. Her socks were bore a multicolored symbol of a heart eating a smaller heart! How strange they were! The bra was white, but lacy. I would have preferred black and lacy, but of course I was more fixated on the breasts which the bra only barely constrained. Several times over the last few minutes she had had to readjust her boobs so that they would sit properly inside of her bra. She seemed to spend more time than absolutely necessary squeezing and pinching her breasts and nipples. While watching I noticed her bring her forefinger and thumb up close to her right boob, the one that was slightly lightly larger, and began flicking her nipple as if she had forgotten the purpose of being in her room in the first place. I knew that she had come to change her outfit from the rather sweaty netball outfit, to her comfortable, yet oddly sexy, lingerie.
Suddenly she skipped over to her side table, which was adorned with beautiful porcelain and marble statues of cats, pulled out a draw, and snatched a small Polaroid picture from it. I could not quite make out what was on it. While gazing off into the distance, she promptly jumped on to her queen sized bed and landed on, bouncing once, twice, three times on to her back.
"Chloe!" She suddenly moaned.
My ears picked up and my body felt a sudden chill. Had she managed to work out that I was in her wardrobe? My heart stopped as I feared the inevitable scream of anger and disgust. Screwing my eyes shut I waited for the inevitable...
"Mmmm... Chloe... yeah... right there.' She whispered this time.
I started to lick my lips. The thrill of being caught alongside the almost certainty that she was looking at a picture of was beginning to make me wet. At around the same time that Chloe began to rapidly stroke her clit, my own fingers started to make small circles.
"Fuck I love you Chloe!" Her voice went up an octave as her body began to writhe. Her back arching and displaying her sculpted bubbly butt. How she could make all of this noise with her parents home was almost unbelievable. I had only barely managed to sneak in through her open window without making any noise. Moving up the creeper had tested my own limited athletic abilities, but thankfully I had shown that I had some spunk.
"Chloe! Be here now and fuck me!" Her finger slipped into her vagina and she started to rotate her body around in order to simulate a large object hitting a few sides at once. And then, all of a sudden, she withdrew her finger and with a sigh of irritation returned to her desk. Moving her elbows together and bowing her head, she started to pray. This was hardly a surprise, as I knew that she attended the local catholic church every week with her conservatively minded parents. She started to speak, and again I realised that I was now privy to her deepest and wildest desires.
"Dear god, please let Chloe come and fuck me. I want her to be inside of me... I know that she doesn't have penis, but even fingers will do! She is my best friend and I want her here to make me feel safe and warm."
She moved back to her bed, turned while bouncing and went for the third draw of the side table, with her left arm outstretched she pulled out the draw and used her right to pull out a massive double ended dildo. Smirking, she scampered across to the wardrobe and stared through the divider.