The first window
It has been a couple of days since I followed Sylvia home, and I've thought about her constantly. She's in my head from the moment I wake up until I go to sleep.
I walk in and there she is, Sylvia, sat in the lounge talking to mum. I feel myself blush a little. They stop talking; I don't know why adults do that.
"Take the cups out to the kitchen love."
I don't want to, but it seems they want me out of the way. I bend to pick the cups up off the coffee table. I glance at Sylvia's crossed thighs, she's wearing a navy coloured dress which can barely keep her knickers covered it is so short. I mean, why do women wear such short skirts? I'm not complaining, but if that tight material was just a couple of inches higher on her thigh, then I'd see her knickers. I put the cups in the washing up bowl, and a red mark on the white cup holds my gaze. It is Sylvia's lipstick smudged on it. My stomach flips as I pick the cup back up.
I stare at the print her lips have made. The red blotch has small traces of the white cup showing through here and there; it's like the stripes on a tiger. I hold it to my nose, trying to make out if there is a smell the lipstick makes. I stick my tongue out and press the cup to it. It has a taste which is quite faint, but it still makes me tremble. I'm touching where her lips have been. Again like touching her gate latch and the door handle, I'm hoping for a little spark of electric or something. Maybe my touch on the cup has transported itself to her lips. Maybe she'll feel pressure from my lips onto hers. I've got visions of her looking at the nearly closed door, and smiling at me through it. I hope she walks through the door, stopping time so my mum is frozen, and kisses me full on, I smile at that thought. I lick her lipstick off the cup, feeling in some weird way that I'm licking her lips!
I go back silently to the lounge door. The gap in the hinge part is smaller than half an inch, but I can see her face as she talks to mum. She flicks her hair up off her neck, and scratches the skin underneath. All these movements she makes might not seem much, but they mean a lot to me. I look down at her feet; she's wearing what they call sling back shoes. I know I've seen them in my mum's mail order book. They are dark blue matching her dress, but the toe part across the top, is a sort of cream colour. She's wearing tan tights, and as she twists her foot which is in the air, because her legs are crossed. I see little wrinkles appear and disappear in the nylon, on the top of her ankle.
I'm slowly rubbing myself, and trying my hardest not to breathe so they won't hear. I watch her hand drop to the side of her thigh and she scratches it. I'd do that for her if she asked.
She stands up, and I watch her smooth the back of her dress down.
I'm rushing up the stairs before she leaves. I lean on the window sill and my heart rate goes up, as I hear the front door close. Again her lovely black hair comes into view, then her dress, and then those long legs. I keep watching her legs as she walks, until she gets to her gate and goes up the path out of sight.
"Has Sylvia got a greenhouse?" I ask my mum, knowing full well she hasn't.
"No, and it is Mrs Smith to you. Why do you want to know that?"
"I just wondered, because we have a lot of ripe tomatoes."
My mum looks at the bowl, and then up to the plants.
"Yeah you're right, get a bag out the cupboard and take some round would you?"
I get a bag and go back in the greenhouse.
"I usually give them to Jenny, but it wouldn't hurt to give Sylvia some. Take that big cucumber too."
"Mum, are you and Jenny still friends?"
"Yes, why do you ask?"
"She came round yesterday to see you. I said you had gone to Sylv, Mrs Smith's. She sort of huffed and said that's the third time she had come round, dad told her the other day you went to see Mrs Smith a lot."
She smiles and kisses my forehead.
"What's that for?"
"That's for calling Adam dad like that and not your stepfather."
"So you are still friends with Jenny then?"
"Yes, she just gets a little uptight about things now and then. Anyway I'm going to her party this weekend. I'll take her some stuff from the greenhouse then."
My heart is thumping as I knock on the door. It just swings open.
"Hello.....Mrs Smith.........Mr Smith?" I call.
I push the door open, go in, and call again. It is deathly quiet, so I push the door closed behind me, and then I notice the box which holds the lock on the back of the door is hanging off. I flick it up with my finger and it just swings back down. Perhaps someone has broken in? I walk through to the kitchen, and put the bag down. I'm in her house alone, I can go exploring!
It feels so good being in her house, and now in her bedroom. I'm excited and nervous because she could come back at any minute. I stare at her knickknacks, necklaces, face powder, and lipsticks. Hooked over the mirror are three Alice bands in pink, white, and yellow. On the bed is her night dress. See through pink nylon with a big bow. I touch the flimsy material. I'm shaking as I hold it to my nose. I can smell the faint whiff of her perfume. As I take in her scent my eyes spot her laundry basket. I feel myself shudder, as the excitement goes up another notch that I never thought it had.
I lift the lid, and there right on the top are her green panties. My fingers shake as I rub them over the gusset. Below are a few of his things, and then deeper in the basket I find Sylvia's tights. I hold them up looking through them at the window, and then ball them up with her green panties, and push them in my pocket.
The second window
"Ah here he is Mrs Smith."
"Tim this is Mrs Smith, she saw your card in my shop window the other day, she has a problem with her front door lock."
"I live at number 55. The whole lock thing has come off the door, well it just hangs there. I think it needs a screw."
"Ok love, I'll be up in 10 minutes."
We watch her ass as she goes out the door.
"You hear that Morris, she needs a screw."
"She didn't exactly say it like that."
"No but that's what she meant alright. I told you the dirty cow goes swapping, perhaps she fancies a bit on the side too."
The first window
I've found more panties, this time little yellow ones, and another pair of tan tights. My pockets are bulging now, and I really have to push my fist down in them, to get all the treasure to fit. I pick up another pair of her knickers, this time purple ones, silk with white lace trim. I shove them in my pocket, they stick out quite a bit, but I pull my T shirt down covering them. I pick up the perfume bottle and squirt it in the air. I close my eyes and walk into the fine mist, feeling it drop on my face.
Oh shit! I hear her voice outside. I wave my hands frantically in the air, trying to get rid of the smell of her lovely perfume. I peep through the net curtains, and there she is talking to my mum at the gate. I push the lid back on the lipstick I've licked, and rush down the stairs and out the back door. I peep round the side of her house and I can hear mum telling Sylvia, she sent me down with some stuff from the greenhouse. I'm panting heavily now, if Sylvia finds out some of her underwear is missing I'll get the blame. Oh my god, what have I done!
I can't stop thinking about it. She now knows I went in her house, and she's bound to find out I've taken her underwear. Maybe one pair of panties and one pair of tights she wouldn't miss, but she is going to miss everything I've nicked!
A van pulls up; it's that weird guy who does odd jobs around people's houses. Sylvia's telling him about her door lock and he goes on in. Mum says goodbye, and heads off down the road. At least if I can get out the gate now I'll be safe.
Spread out on my bed is all the things I took from Sylvia's bedroom. Something though is missing.
The second window
"So you're friends with Jenny and Dawn then?"
"Well Dawn really, I did meet Jenny at a party."
I smile to myself; the dirty cow didn't take long to bring up the swapper's club. She hands me a cup of tea and tries the lock. She smiles.
