This is a work of fiction and all characters are at least 18.
Our neighbor moved in next door when I was about 13.
A young entrepreneur in his early twenties, Mason was a gorgeous man; tall and well dressed and charming, I developed a crush on him almost right away and my parents were just as easily charmed. It wasn't long before Mason was a frequent guest at our house. My parents invited him over all the time for dinner or to watch a football game or just for a couple drinks. He always made an effort to talk to me and ask me about school and my activities, but I was so shy I could barely manage to squeak out a conversation. My little girl crush must have been painfully obvious, but was he was nice and I couldn't have asked for anything more.
As the years went by, I convinced myself that crushing on him was pointless. I was just some skinny kid and here he was this handsome successful adult, he was so far out of my league it was almost funny. Still, unrequited love dies hard and even though I dated a couple boys they never lasted long. I always held a candle for Mason. I got a little better at chatting with him when he came over, but any minor compliment from him always got my heart racing and color rushing to my cheeks. He'd say something small, that my haircut flattered my face or that I was growing into a lady so fast, I never knew how to respond besides stammering and flushing crimson.
Everything changed just as I was about to finish up my junior year of high school. My parents decided to remodel the house and as a result, my room got moved to the old guest bedroom which just happened to face Mason's house. I couldn't lie to myself, I was excited about the prospect of maybe innocently seeing him through the window. There's no way I could have known just how wrong I was about the innocence of the whole situation.
One night as I was getting ready for bed I saw something shocking. It was Mason standing in his bedroom, but he wasn't alone. A woman was with him and the things they were doing were so far beyond anything I'd ever experienced with a boyfriend. She was naked and kneeling in front of him, her lips wrapped around his cock and sucking vigorously. His fingers were tangled in her hair as he pumped her head back and forth. I stood there dumb founded; in my underwear with my arms raised above my head about to put a night shirt on. I barely managed to pulled myself together and drop to the floor just as I thought Mason looked up. Tentatively, I peeked out over the window.
"This is so wrong..." I thought to myself. Feeling a twinge of sadness, I watched the man I'd been trying not to crush on for years get it on with another woman. Somehow though, I couldn't look away. He still had her by the hair and roughly pulled her up, only to push her down over the bed and give her bottom a hard spank. His cock stood erect and he stroked himself up and down, I just couldn't tear my eyes off it. It looked so big, even from far away, I was convinced something like that couldn't possibly fit inside anyone! I was about to be proven wrong however, as he thrust his entire length inside her. Soon he was fucking her hard, pounding into her like a beast. His hand had never left her hair, pulling her head back and chocking her with the other hand. It was so intense, with the way she was being tossed around I couldn't tell if she was enjoying herself or if he was really hurting her.
As I watched, I put my hand under my panties to feel my own pussy; I was wet. Holding my breath, I gently dipped a finger into myself and felt the walls of my cunt. It was warm and wet and small, I couldn't believe I'd never done this before! Feeling brave, I slowly inserted a second finger. I played with myself like that for a bit but it wasn't very satisfying, I just couldn't reach far enough inside and my wrist was starting hurt from bending in that funny position. As I removed my fingers, they brushed lightly against my clitoris. Hm, now that felt interesting! My slick fingers slid and circled around my clit until I was struggling to keep my moans silent and sweat was building on my thighs. My arm was getting tired but I couldn't stop, it felt so good and I could feel something building up inside me. It was almost indescribable, like I was climbing some huge mountain and racing to the peak. When I reached the climax is was like a shockwave through my whole body, making me buck my hips and convulse on the floor. My clit was the epicenter of this explosion, so sensitive that I could barely continue touching it.
That was how I had my first orgasm, so intense and powerful that I had to bite into my arm to keep from screaming. As I lay there, panting, asking myself what the hell had just happened, and drenched in a combination of sweat and my own cum, something clicked inside my mind. Whatever this sex business was, it was clearly awesome.
From that night on, I turned into a chronic masturbator. I spent every night before I fell asleep rubbing my clit in a frenzy, I started watching porn and imagining that the men were all Mason and the women were all me. My favorites were the videos that paralleled what I'd seen that night at my window, rough violent sex. All the filthy things I watched online only fueled my desire to touch myself and cum as hard as I possibly could. Soon my fingers weren't enough and I went online to research incognito toys, then went to the store on my way home from school and bought an electric toothbrush. My face was bright red as I handed it to the cashier, I was so humiliated and ashamed of myself for taking something as normal as a toothbrush and corrupting it like this! But cumming just felt too good, I couldn't resist. My shyness around Mason returned and magnified, I couldn't even look him in the face when he came over for dinner. How could I possibly be expected to interact with him when every night I was secretly fantasizing about being fucked by him?! It was all too much, I usually ended up excusing myself as early as possible and bolting out of the room.
About a month after I'd begun my nightly habit I was playing with myself as usual; one hand thrusting the handle of the toothbrush deep into my cunt and the other one furiously rubbing my clit, biting my lip to keep quiet, when I just happened to open my eyes and realized something beyond awful. In my rush to start playing, I'd completely forgotten to close my blinds and as a result was totally exposed to anyone who could have been looking. As fate would have it, there was Mason, peering out of his room into mine. If I could have died from shame on the spot I certainly would have. Instead, I scrambled to the close the blinds as the blood drained from my face.
I spent the rest of the night curled up in a little ball wishing the for some way to just kill myself instead of having to see Mason ever again. Maybe the house would collapse, maybe I could throw myself off a bridge, anything seemed better than eventually having to interact with him.
The next morning when my dad came in to wake me up I looked like a wreck
"Oh honey" he said in a sympathetic voice "Did you not sleep well last night? Well you go back to bed, mom and I are going out to do some errands and should be back around 3 or 4."
"Thanks Dad, I'll do that" Secretly a little happy that I'd escaped accompanying my parents on their boring outing
"By the way" My dad stopped at the door and turned back to me "Mason called, he asked if you could help him with some yard work around noon. I told him you'd be happy to!"
If only I'd eaten more junk food in my life, maybe this news could have induced a heart attack and I would have been free, but sadly I just had to pull the covers over my head and pray to god it was all just a bad dream.
Three hours later I was shuffling up to Mason's doorstep and still praying for some kind of miracle like a lightning storm or a swarm of locusts. Unfortunately it was a warm, sunny day without a cloud in the sky. I was wearing denim shorts and an old t-shirt in preparation for some gardening. I gloomily rung the doorbell and waited for the worst.
"Hey good to see you! Thanks for coming over, I just have some flowers I need planting in the back and it'll go a lot faster with some help" Mason was all smiles as he opened the door and gestured for me to come inside. As usual he was dressed to the nines, a crisp white shirt, dark denim pants, even his house slippers seemed chic. Mason was the only person I knew who would have the audacity to dress like this and then
garden
. My mouth gaped open and I stared at him like an idiot as I walked inside. Could it be that he hadn't seen me? A whole load of gardening went by and Mason made nothing but pleasant conversation. It seemed like it was true, and I was so ecstatic that I enthusiastically engaged in his chitchat.
After about an hour Mason suggested that we go get some water. I was practically skipping as I followed him back inside, totally oblivious to the way he was looking me over.
"So as long as we're here, I have some photos I want to show you of my lastest project, I just had them developed this morning" Mason said as he reached for an envelope sitting on the counter
