I will never forget the summer that my eighteen-year-old neighbor prepared for college. My wife and I moved to the neighborhood about four years ago and quickly became friends with the neighbors next door. They consisted of a single mom with four kids (three were teenagers). The kids got along well even though they came from a broken home. The kids attached to me quickly. All but Jenny, she always seemed a little distance those first few years.
Jenny always looked and acted very mature for her age. She had a lovely complexion even though she was going through that awkward time. Jenny's biological father (who lived far away) happened to be Native American and her mother is white. This gave the girl a natural "tan" look most of the year. She really got darker in the summer. Jenny carried a small stature just like her mother.
The girl stood all of five foot and weighed around 100 pounds (dripping wet). During her senior year, Jenny's body really began to develop. My wife told me that Jenny began wearing size C cups. I really did not notice until I came home from work on a beautiful spring day.
It was early April. In Kansas, you can expect strange weather patterns. Today's weather brought on a sunny 90 degrees. As I walked up my sidewalk, I notice a female lying out on our backyard deck. She wore a white bikini that consisted of enough fabric to cover a mouse. The body on this girl was astounding! I knew it had to be one of my wife's old college friends so I made my way into the house.
After dropping off my briefcase and grabbing a couple of beers, I decided to go out to the deck to take a closer look at this eye candy. Stepping out the sliding glass doors off of the kitchen, I was in for a real shocker. Looking over her dark shades, Jenny greeted me, "Hi Matt, I hope you don't mind but I thought I might work on my tan. Hey, is that beer for me?"
After taking a moment to soak all of this in, I replied, "Oh, I thought that you might be one of my wife's friends. Speaking of which, where is Kim?"
"She went to the store to do some shopping. She told me not too give you too big of heart attack," she replied.
"What do you mean heart attack?"
Jenny said with a sexy little smile, "Kim thought that I might get you too excited because my suit is from last year before the 'growth' spurt. I told her that you wouldn't freak that bad. Besides it would be nice to get some adult attention."
I told her that I need to change into something more comfortable and took refuge in the house. My mind was really racing. Jenny's body language and voice tone really sent me some mixed signals. Never before had I thought about her in that way. During the seven years of marriage, I have not reason to look elsewhere. Kim is a knockout. She is a little taller than that young vixen out of the deck but definitely stacked the same way. Always adventurous and willing to try new things in the bedroom, my wife gave no reason for me to develop a wandering eye. This dilemma must be manifestation of my own guilt over admiring this young, tight, babe in my backyard. Besides, Kim was aware of her presence and must have approved. I pushed those little nasty thoughts out of my head and changed into some shorts to head back out to the deck.
As I sat down and resumed drinking my beer, Jenny thanked me again for the use of our backyard. "I really hope you don't mind. Sometimes I need a little privacy from my little brother?"
"Your brother?" I inquired
"Yea, he likes to spy on me from time to time. It started about a few years ago. I caught him masturbating outside the bathroom window as I took a shower," she answered. "So what did you do?" She shocked me by saying, "I figured that turnabout was fair play so I called him into my bedroom. Then I made him strip and finish beating off while I watched."
This statement made me spill my beer all over my chest and caused a hysterical laugh to escape from Jenny's lips. She handed me a towel and asked, "What's a matter? Didn't you ever experiment when you were growing up?"
"Well, yea but I…" My mind drifted as she help me clean up with a towel. Her breasts made the most wonderful cleavage. Jenny noticed my attention and responded with a sexy little smile. She went on to tell her story.
"Travis and I started this little game that day. He would spy on me, which usually ended up with me catching him and punishing him. He really seems to enjoy my punishments."
"Punishments?" I found myself intrigued with this little story.