1 comments/ 82903 views/ 6 favorites Rose Discovered By: forlorn Please if you like this story, send me feedback and vote. Other than that, enjoy. Chapter One My life never was the same after Rose came into my life. Even twenty years later I’m a different man than I would have been without her. Rose was the girl that forced me to make that tiny step between really living life and just passing through. Rose lived in the house behind ours. She moved into our neighborhood sometime during my sophomore year of college. I was down attending school in Southern California, although my parents lived in New Hampshire. Maybe that is part of the reason that my experience Rose is so real. There was no warning for me. I had no idea the house behind ours had new owners until I came home in May, and by then they were all moved in. And it was the shock of that knowledge that truly begins this story. I had just gotten back from school and was still settling back into the familiar surroundings of house and home. My bedroom is on the second floor toward the back of the house. I had never really thought about it before (there used to be some old couple that lived there), but the windows of the back room of our house were directly across from those of the house behind us. The houses were part of some of the new tract housing that was starting to show up in New Hampshire and, typical to tract housing, there was only a span of a dozen feet between the two houses. I set my bag down under the window. As I was beginning to turn away, something moved in the room across from mine. Usually, this wouldn’t have caught my attention, as it used to be nothing more than old Mrs. Bertha puttering around in the spare bedroom. But this movement didn’t look right. It didn’t move with the jerking brittleness of an old woman. I cupped my hands against the window pane and peered across. What I saw surprised me so badly that I leapt away from the pane and out of sight of the window. It had not been old Mrs. Bertha puttering around. It was a girl and she was half naked! Suddenly, my peering through the window changed from being innocently curious to completely perverted. I tried to slow my breathing and prayed to God that she hadn’t seen me. What would my parents say when she complained about the peeping Tom (or in my case Colin) across the fence? But I had to look into her room again. I needed to know if she’d seen me. I figured if she was still walking around half naked then I could assume she hadn’t noticed. Slowly, I edged around the room and flicked the light off. It was still afternoon, but the sun was behind my house so it shone dimly into the window across from me while leaving my own window in shadow. The perfect viewing conditions, I realized as soon as my room fell into darkness. I was hoping she was still walking around half naked for more reasons than just the hope my innocence would be intact. At first I didn’t see her and I sucked in a breath in the fear that she was downstairs right now telling her parents. But then there she was. She had only been out of sight of the window. When I had first glimpsed her while innocently peering through the window pane, she had been wearing only her panties. I tried hard to remember what her breasts looked like. I knew she had not been wearing anything to hide them, but I had been so surprised to see her there I hadn’t really paid much attention. And to my disappointment I would not be reminded now. When she appeared within view of the window again, she was wearing a long t-shirt which said “Cougars!” across the front. I didn’t recognize the mascot so the t-shirt must have been a souvenir from whatever high school she had attended. It must have been a men’s shirt that had hung down past her knees when she was younger. Now, I estimated she was at least 18, maybe closer to twenty-one or twenty-two; the shirt barely reached the top of her knees. In fact, as she moved it pulled up enough that I could see most of her pale thigh. I only just saw her for just a moment as she walked across and out of sight on the opposite side of the window. I moved to the left, testing to see how far I could see in the direction she’d headed. To my delight I could see straight through to her bed! Standing just beyond the limits of my vision, she was doing something with her night stand. Although I couldn’t see her face, I could see just a bit of the night stand and I caught a quick glimpse of her hand as she opened a drawer, reached inside and closed it again. I couldn’t tell if she had put something into the drawer or taken something out. Whichever it was, she moved into my range of vision again and sat on the bed, turning away in order to fluff up the pillows. Then she laid back and threw her feet up on the bed. I had a clear view of her legs at my angle. It wasn’t straight on, but her entire, pale left leg was on display to my lusty view. She moved and for a moment I thought she was getting up, but she was just reaching across herself to turn on the small bedside lamp. As the light flickered on, her legs were bathed in a warm cream color: healthy and vibrant! I felt my dick start to twitch as the first wave of blood rushed into it. And as soon as I thought of what this was doing to my dick, I was suddenly intensely aware of the way my boxers were rubbing against the head of my cock as it slowly grew. I had the sudden desire to reach into my fly and pull it out for a good jerk off. But I couldn’t do that! This was my neighbor, for god’s sake! But I couldn’t look away either. In that moment of distraction, Rose had settled back against the pillows again and she had her right hand up in front of her face. It took a moment to tell she was holding something, but then I could see how her fingers were moving just slightly, as if she was gently stroking a sacred object. I watched as she brought her hand to her mouth. She was putting the object in her mouth, and then she pulled it slowly out again. It really looked just like she was giving … Oh, my God! I suddenly realized what object she was holding. Holy shit! I was going to get to watch this girl masturbate! It was every guy’s wildest fantasy, and here I was living it. It was hard to believe. I experienced a moment of indecision where I struggled for a moment over the morality of this – spying on a poor girl without her knowledge. Well, it was only a moment and then I was back staring through the window with the most sinful intentions imaginable! She pulled the vibrator out of her mouth. I could now see the toy was shiny, metallic and smooth, with a slight curve to the tip. She turned it so that the tip curved back toward her body, and twisted the top (to turn on the vibration I assume). Then she pushed it across the shirt that covered the tops of her thighs. She pushed the dildo harder and I could see the shirt being pushed into the crevice between her thighs. She was masturbating through her shirt! I decided I would give up the last of my self-restraint and unbuttoned my jeans, jerking down the fly and scooping my growing cock out of its moral shelter. I slid my fingers lightly over the sensitive head and felt a slight shiver. I was so close to cumming just being in this situation that I had to be careful. My cock felt so smooth and soft. I am the straightest guy you’ll ever meet, but I swear at that moment the feel of my cock turned me on. It just goes to show how incredibly intense it was watching Rose begin her exhibition. Rose had her eyes closed and the details were so clear I could see the tip of her tongue as she ran it across her lips. Her left hand had moved up to her breasts and she was lightly rubbing her palm across them, obviously teasing herself through the rough cotton shirt. I strained my eyes, but I couldn’t quite make out her nipples. In my imagination, I could see them, pencil thick and rock hard, poking adamantly through the cotton shirt. Then I kicked myself. I couldn’t believe I almost forgot. I could barely tear myself away from the scene in front of me, but the temptation for more was too much. I pushed my cock back into my pants with difficulty, and ran out of my room and down the hall to the coat closet. I know what you’re thinking: What the hell could be in a coat closet that is more important than a live girl masturbating practically right in front of you? Binoculars! I quickly grabbed them off the top shelf and sped back to my room. I took a deep breath as I entered the room, preparing for the worst, but let it out in a guuuuussssh! as I saw her still stretched out across her bed barely a dozen feet away. I shut my door softly as I stepped back into my room, almost as if I was afraid the mystery girl across the property line would hear. I walked back to the window. Thankfully she didn’t seem to have moved much. She seemed to be taking it slow. Good. No objections here! I stripped off my pants and boxers and then grabbed a chair from my desk and rolled it into the shadowy area just slightly to the left of the window frame. A tube of lube and the towel from under my bed completed the package and I settled down to enjoy the show. In the time that I was gone, the scene hadn’t changed very much. The girl’s head was thrown back so that her glossy black hair partially hid her face from me. I squirted a little of the lube into my right palm, and slowly worked it over my cock. When my cock was completely covered with the slippery goop, I settled back with my cock held firmly in my fist. I brought the binoculars up to my eyes with my left hand and fidgeted with the focus until the girl’s face leaped into view as clear as if she was lying on my own bed instead of one in the next house. I studied what I could see of her face before moving on to more tempting parts. Her shiny black hair covered one eye and her right cheek. Her other eye was closed, and her slightly parted lips revealed just the pink tip of her tongue as it flicked out to run along the underside of her front teeth. Her head was thrown back, exposing the soft skin of her neck. I slowly lowered the binoculars farther to the swell of her breasts under her t-shirt. The binoculars were strong enough that I could see the little bumps her erect nipples made in the material. I felt my cock spasm suddenly and slowed my stroking. I had begun masturbating in slowly quickening jerks without really thinking about it. I’d gotten too close too fast. I lowered the binoculars from my eyes, giving me a less detailed but wider view of the action. The girl was pressing the vibrator against her clit with one hand, but it was the other hand that had me panting. The other hand dove a little deeper, and her fingers disappeared under the t-shirt. Damn the shirt! I couldn’t see exactly what she was doing, but I suspected she was slowly pushing a finger into her pussy under that t-shirt! I raised the binoculars again and focused on that dark triangle between her thighs. I could indeed see two of the fingers of her left pushing in and out of the hidden crevice. I felt my cock spasm again as I imagined what that pink cunt must look like and how wet it must be. I squeezed a little more lube into my hand. She withdrew her left hand from under her shirt and before my unbelieving eyes brought them up to her lips. She slowly sucked first one finger and then the other into her mouth. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her entire body shuddered. I couldn’t believe how turned on she seemed to be by the taste of her own pussy. Had she had an orgasm? Was the show over? I had barely had time to stifle my feelings of disappointment when she set the vibrator aside, sat up in bed and suddenly grabbed the corners of her shirt and began drawing it over her head. I almost dropped the binoculars in my haste to bring them up to focus on her shortly to be uncovered breasts. I wanted to watch as she pulled her shirt up over those beauties. I wasn’t disappointed. The shirt seemed to catch on her nipples and as the shirt was pulled off, her breasts lifted for a split second before bouncing back, leaving them deliciously jiggling as her shirt cleared the rest of her torso and she pulled it over her head, shaking out her dark hair to clear the tangle from her face. I was momentarily transfixed by the sight of her. My hand stopped moving on my penis. It took me a second to realize my mouth was open. I shut it and commenced my stroking. She tossed the shirt to the side and lay back down on the bed. Picking up the vibrator again, she twisted the end and began gently teasing her tits with it. She very lightly brushed just around the areola with the shiny object – not quite touching the dark red flesh. Every time the quivering silver instrument grazed her flesh, she heaved a breath in, making her breasts swell enticingly. Her nipples were large and long, dark red with a tiny dimple in the center. I focused the binoculars; I could see her areola starting to crinkle as she got more turned on. Slowly she let the vibrating metal touch her nipple, ever so slightly. I could tell she was holding her breath, and she let it out in a sharp cry when the vibrator came in contact with her nipple. Of course I could not hear her from my observation point, but I could see her mouth suddenly open as her body convulsed with a shock of pleasure, and I could imagine the small moan she must have been making. She was holding the vibrator in her left hand, while her right gently played with the glistening folds between her legs. She spread her legs slightly and brought the vibrator down and pressed it against her clit. Looking through the binoculars I could see everything in explicit detail. She had a small tuft of pubic hair at the top of her mound, and the rest of her shaved puss was bright pink which contrasted enticingly against the paleness of her thighs. Her hands had switched their positions now, with her left pressing the vibrator against her clit, while her right played with her breasts and tweaked her throbbing nipples. The vibrator moved freely across her pussy: first pressing against her clit, then dipping down to the opening of her vagina. I watched as she slowly pushed the vibrator into her slick passageway. Her entire body shuddered as though an electric shock had passed through her. She held the vibrator by the end and began to pump it in and out of her pussy. Her head was thrown back against her pillows and her hair partially hid her face, but I could see her open mouth breathing heavily, and the soft, white expanse of her neck. My hand on my cock had speeded up again, and I forced myself to slow down. I wanted this to be a simultaneous orgasm. I didn’t know why that was so important, but I just knew this was something I wanted to share with this beautiful stranger across the street. I watched her face closely to judge how close she was getting. Even though I had never seen this girl in my life before, I knew that I would be able to tell the moment her orgasm began to hit her. Her slow thrusts with the vibrator were quickening, and soon she was pushing the metal cock in and out at a blinding speed. Her other hand had left her breasts and were rubbing her clit in a blur. She actually began to move her hips in time, humping the vibrator. Her eyes squeezed shut and her breasts bounced with the motion of her hips. I could tell she was getting close. Suddenly her mouth opened wide and her head came up with such force that she almost came into a sitting position before falling back again. I thought I could actually hear her cry through the two panes of glass that separated us. I felt my own orgasm building as I watched her have hers. It started at the base of my cock. Then my hand hit a point about halfway up my shaft, and I quivered from the feeling: almost as if someone was tickling my entire body at once. Then the orgasm burst into the throbbing head of my cock and for a moment everything ceased to exist. I felt as though a bomb had exploded in my skull. When I became aware of myself again, it was to the delightful sensation of my cock shooting streams of cum into the air. With each stream, a small shiver of desire shot up my spine. Even after the streams quit, and cum was only oozing from the tip of my penis, I continued to fondle the mushroom head, elicited little shivers of delight from the heels of my feet to the base of my skull. It was the best orgasm I’d had in a long, long time. Curious, I looked up to see how my angel across the fence was faring. And was shocked to see her staring directly at me! It was almost as if she could see me. She had not bothered to cover up, but I could swear she was looking right at me. She must still be dazed from her orgasm, I decided. Just staring out into space. I smiled at my paranoia. Then she winked! It was then that I realized that she had indeed seem me staring through the glass before I realized who my new neighbors were. She’d known I’d been there the entire time! My cock started to get hard again at the thought, and the prospects… To be continued…? Rose Discovered Ch. 02 Although Chapter 2 can be read alone, to get a full understanding of the situation and the characters, it is best to read Chapter 1 first. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this second installment in the lives of Rose and Colin. Please vote and send me your feedback. I love to read what you thought about my stories. Your thoughts and ideas are very welcome! ***** I spent the next week with my family. Having just come home from college I had to put up with my mother’s coddling and my dad’s “let’s go get some coffee together son” with his arm around my shoulder. After the first week things started to settle back to their old routine everyone wasn’t demanding my attention every spare moment. I checked several times but never caught the girl across the fence doing anything in any way erotic. When I did see her, she was either fully dressed or wore a long t-shirt that left only her calves bare (she changed out of sight of the window). She gave no indication of knowing I was there, and I began to doubt my conclusions. Maybe I had imagined the wink. Maybe she had just had something in her eye. It got to the point where the uncertainty was driving me crazy. One morning about a week or so after that first experience, I came down to breakfast and plopped down into a chair at the kitchen table. Just as quickly the smell of fresh coffee lured me to the counter for a cup before heading back to my chair. My mom was at the sink rinsing out some dishes. She glanced over at me with amusement. “You look like yesterday’s leftovers,” she teased, “and that casserole we had wasn’t pretty to begin with.” I was tired, but I couldn’t help but smile at her bantering tone. My mother could always do that to me. It was one of the reasons I loved her so much. I took a long sip of coffee, felt the hot liquid slip down my throat, heating my chest first and then my entire belly. Then I imagined the caffeine shooting off into my blood stream like miniature bottle rockets. The essential stimulant was on the way to my brain and I wished it a swift journey. I took another sip. Then I put down my cup and considered my mother. She was actually a very attractive woman. Normally it wasn’t something I thought about, but maybe the frustration over the last few days had pumped up my testosterone levels, or I was just spacey for want of caffeine. In any case, I suddenly felt proud of my mother. She was about 5’8” with long brown hair all the way to a very shapely ass. “So Colin,” my mother said, whipping around, “have you met our new neighbors? The old lady, Mrs. Cathaway, died and her husband sold the house and moved into one of the assisted living condos over in Oxford. It was very sad really.” She had turned so quickly, and with my reflexes still sluggish, I hadn’t had time to shift my gaze away from her ass. My own mother’s ass! I was turning into a true horny toad. Hopefully, she just thought I’d been staring out into space, too tired to completely register anything. She gave no indication that she guessed what I’d been thinking. If anything, she seemed amused. But that was just my mother. She always looked as though she was about to laugh. Everything about life had a funny side, she believed. And maybe she was right; she’d gotten me laughing often enough. “I… no,” I said, feeling heat in my face. My mother cocked her head. “And whatever are you blushing at?” she said. “Nothing,” I said. “I was just thinking about something.” “Well, have you or haven’t you?” I grimaced. My mother was putting me in a position where I would have to tell her a blatant lie. I had never been able to lie to my mom. Maybe it was because she trusted me, and that trust was so terribly obvious. How could I betray that? Trying to keep an absolutely straight face, I said, “I have never met them in person.” My mother shook a finger at me. “Ah-hah! You’re holding something back. I know it!” I blushed even deeper. Oh god, if there was ever a time to lie to my mother, this was it! But I couldn’t. “It’s nothing,” I said again, “I just saw the girl. Her room is right across from my window,” I finished lamely. My mother chuckled. “And by the color of your face, I can just guess what you saw from your window. So that’s why you’ve been spending so much time in your room!” I gulped my coffee. But before I could think of something to say, she patted my shoulder gently. “Don’t worry. I won’t pry. But I will say she’s a beautiful girl. Quite talented too. She was the lead in the high school play this year.” My mother re-filled my cup thoughtfully. Plopping the carton of cream beside me as she said, “She’s caused quite a sensation at the high school – for all that she has just moved here in her senior year.” I nodded. She certainly had caused quite a sensation. Though the sensation I was thinking of was likely not the same as what my mother had in mind. “I’ve got an idea,” my mother suddenly said brightly. She turned and picked up a fairly large metal pan off the countertop. “Here.” She set it on the table beside me. “I borrowed that pan from Lili – Lili and Bob – those are our neighbors. And their daughter Rose, who you seem to have already met – well, maybe not quite ‘met’ in the truest sense of the word. Why don’t you rectify that by taking that pan back to our new neighbors and properly introduce yourself?” “Okay,” I said, without even thinking about it much. But then I nodded. This was perfect. Hadn’t it been driving me crazy all week to know what really happened that afternoon? This was the perfect excuse. “Okay,” I said again, “I’ll take it over.” “Great,” Mom said. Then she wrinkled her nose. “Right after you jump in the shower.” ***** In the shower my cock retained its semi-erect state at the thought of meeting her – Rose, I now knew – in person. I pictured again those perfect breasts and thick nipples. God, washing my groin area was like an invitation to masturbate. But I restrained myself and shut the water off. I toweled off quickly and headed out the bathroom door and into the hallway. My bedroom was just a few steps down the hall, and in my hurry I didn’t bother to wrap the towel around myself as I normally would. As I passed my parents bedroom I glanced in just as my mother looked up from where she was folding laundry on the bed. It was only a split second, but just as she passed out of sight, I saw her glance flicker down to where my genitals were exposed. It was so quick, so innocent, that I didn’t have time to think anything. But a shiver of electricity shot up my spine and then settled as a warmth in my groin. My semi-erect member strengthened. I had to admit the sudden voyeuristic act had turned me on. I turned into my room and was startled by an even more sudden and shocking sight. Through Rose’s window, clear as day – she had the overhead light on – was Rose herself. She looked to be fishing in her dresser for something to wear, for she was dressed only in a long t-shirt, although her dresser (if that’s what it was) was out of sight beyond the edge of her window. And just as it had happened with my mother (in fact the situation felt so similar it gave me a shiver of deja vu), she looked up. For a moment we just stared at each other. There was no question of whether or not she could see me. Just as the low sun of late afternoon had illuminated her room for me almost a week ago, so the easterly morning brightness lit up mine now. My mother would have said I was “bared in all my glory.” And it was true. Her gaze finally shifted from my eyes to my “glory”. I watched her face break into a smile. She brought her eyes up to mine again, and then slowly, deliberately she walked over to the window, reached up and yanked the blinds down. For a moment I still couldn’t move. I was too shocked to think. First my mother and now this! And it wasn’t even time for lunch yet! Well, at least I had no question about Rose now. I was sure she had seen me on both occasions. I was sure of it! But what did that mean? In a few minutes I would be dressed and ready to take the pan over to her house. Was she home alone? Should I wait until she left? ‘No,’ I thought, ‘she smiled. She wouldn’t have smiled if she was upset.’ But did that mean she would like to see me face to face? She would think I had come to fulfill my fantasies, and maybe she wanted them to just remain fantasies? ‘Well,’ I decided, ‘if that’s the way she feels I will completely respect that. I’m not a monster. But if there was even a chance…’ I looked down at my rock hard dick. It wasn’t extremely long, only about seven inches, but it was at least two inches around, with a large mushroom head. ‘I haven’t had any complaints yet,’ I thought. In fact, quite the opposite. And she’d smiled! I repeated to myself. ‘She smiled.’ ***** I slipped on a pair of loose-fitting dungarees – my mother never called them “jeans”; it was always “dungarees”. I wondered where the hell that name had come from. I pulled on a gray cotton t-shirt. The shirt was a little tight, but I liked it. It seemed to emphasize my broad shoulders and strong pects. I smiled at my vanity. ‘Well,’ I thought, ‘use what you got.’ I slipped on a pair of Vans sneakers. Then pulled on a black leather belt before stepping in front of my dresser mirror. Not too bad. I felt good. My cock had softened slightly, but was still a sizeable bulge in my “dungarees”. I looked halfway presentable. She’d already seen one of the most important “aspects” of my character. If she hadn’t bitten already, it wouldn’t matter what I did now. ‘But then again,’ I thought, ‘It never hurts to sweeten the bait.’ I headed down to the kitchen and grabbed the pan off the table. “Looking hot!” my mother said as I passed through the living room where she was picking up. I blushed and hurried through the door. Rose’s house was directly behind ours, but in order to get to it I had to walk around the block. I suppose I could have climbed over the fence, but I didn’t think it would make a good first impression if she caught me sneaking into her backyard. As I neared her drive, I slowed, giving myself time to calm my breathing. It was partly from exertion and partly nerves. I thought back to the smile I had seen that morning and firmed my stride. At the very worse I would just hand her the pan and say goodbye. Then a sudden thought occurred to me. What if she didn’t even answer the door? Maybe I wouldn’t see her at all. What if her mother opened the door? I quelled that voice. I wasn’t about to feel disappointed until there was something concrete to feel disappointed about! I stopped on the small porch before the door. I hesitated a moment, looking at the small white button that would announce my presence. I reached out with one finger to punch the bell. And suddenly the door swung open in front of me. There stood Rose. Her face was lit with a smile -- the same mischievous smile I had seen from my bedroom window. She stuck out her hand. “I’m Rose Montgomery.” I closed my mouth with a startled swallow, then took her hand in mine, surprised at the dry, firmness of her grip. I still felt startled at her sudden appearance. I had built up the moment so clearly in my own mind, and then to have it over so quickly – it was almost anit-climatic. I felt almost disappointed. But there was something almost feline in her eyes as she stared at me, and within moments the sullen feeling of disappointment evaporated, leaving a warm sensation that begun at my groin, and radiated outwards, until my fingertips tingled. It was sexual heat. And the girl buzzed with it. It’s the type of thing you read about in romance novels, but at that moment I became a believer. “Come on in,” she said, stepping away from the door. Instead of entering, I held out the pan like a bouquet of flowers. She laughed and took it. “You didn’t need an excuse to come visit,” she said. My face must have been as transparent as falling rain. As soon as she took the pan from me, it was as if a spell had been broken. As my fingertips released the metal pan I felt my body again. Her smile still radiated heat and sex appeal, but it no longer felt like a moment frozen in time. I stepped into the cool interior of the house, into a cute entryway with a little umbrella stand and a place to hang coats. Rose swung the door shut behind me and led the way, down a small step and into the main house. “Make yourself at home,” she called over her shoulder as she headed into what I assumed was the kitchen. “I don’t have much to offer you. Iced tea or water?” “An iced tea would be great,” I called back, watching her retreating form. She was wearing a white Colorado Rockies t-shirt, tied up at the waist so that her flat stomach and sexy belly button was visible. Under the shirt I swore she was wearing the smallest pink bra I could have ever imagined, but it occurred to me a moment later that it must be her swim suit top. (The pink of the top was just too bright to be meant as a bra, and the shape, like tiny triangles, were not bra-like.) Coming into the living room, I sat on the brown leather couch. Rose came back in carrying two iced teas in her hand and, handing one to me, seated herself beside me on the couch. She swiveled to face me, propping one bare foot against the inside of the couch, leaning back against the opposite arm to sip her iced tea. She smiled at me. “Thanks for returning the pan. I’m sure mom will appreciate it.” “No problem,” I said, attempting to keep my eyes on her face. She was holding her glass close to her lips and took an occasional sip as she spoke. Condensation ran in streaks down the glass from the icy cold drink. After I spoke, she moved the glass, and my glance flicked down. She had been pressing the bottom of the icy glass against one breast. There was a wet spot on her white t-shirt, and pressed urgently against the wet cotton was the outline of an erect nipple. I could even see the dark crinkles in it. My dick began to grow uncomfortably down my leg. “Oh,” she said, without conviction, “I’ve gotten my shirt wet.” She didn’t sound that upset about it, and her eyes still twinkled with something; something like amusement, but edged with mischief. It only excited me more. “I think I’ll take it off, do you mind?” she said, setting her drink down on the coffee table. She grasped the bottom corners of her shirt in her hands, preparing to pull it off. I waved a hand in front of my face. “Not at all. I know how uncomfortable a wet t-shirt can be.” Taking that for permission, she drew her shirt slowly over her head. The shirt (intentionally, I was sure) caught on the bottom of her breasts; she tugged it up, up and her breasts bounced free. I was amazed that the tiny triangular pieces of swimsuit top kept them contained. I stared unabashed at those twin mounds of pleasure (for how else could I think of them?) for the moments that her face was obscured by her shirt. And I’d swear she had an unusually difficult time getting the shirt up over her face and arms, giving me ample time to size up what had been only a memory in my head for the past week. Her breasts were a large C cup with a perky lift to them, ending in thick, crinkly nipples that made tiny tents in her swim top. I allowed my gaze to linger on those delicious morsels for just a moment longer than it took her to remove her shirt. I wanted her to know that I knew the game she was playing. And I was willing to play along. Oh, god help me, was I willing! Our eyes met as I raised my gaze. “Whatever are you looking at,” she teased, and there was no doubt she was coming on to me. Emboldened by this, I let my gaze wander away from her eyes again. Her nose were small, with a slight lift to it which made it different, and I decided it was part of what made her so captivating. Her lips were perhaps a tad too thin, but the dimples she made when she smiled more than made up for it. It was a face to be kissed, no doubt about it. I had already seen her breasts, but could a man ever truly see enough of them? My eyes traveled slowly up the swell, to that dark crinkling of skin that outlined her areola. Almost regretfully, my gaze slid away from her breasts to the taut, golden skin of her tummy. Her belly button was an “inny” and I didn’t think I’d ever seen anything so sexy in my life. Over her suit bottom she was wearing jean “cut-offs” for shorts. The cut-offs were a little baggy around her thigh, and with her right leg propped on the couch like it was, the leg of her shorts gaped open, giving me a clear view of her thigh, soft and smooth, with just a dusting of peach fuzz. I followed the inviting sight until her thigh met the thin pink material of her suit bottoms. The bottoms were indecently narrow and shear. I could see, if I looked carefully, the swell of her pussy lips. The strip of cloth was almost too narrow to completely cover her. I felt my cock twitch again where it was trapped against my leg. One thing with dungarees – they can be kind of constricting – and in this case it was beginning to grow from discomfort to pain. The longer I stared at those pouting lips and – I now saw – a small patch of wetness that was forming in the center of that tiny pink strip, the harder my cock got, and the more painful the constriction became. When I realized there was no way to subtly shift my hard-on to a less awkward position, I decided to be as blatant as she was being. I reached down and purposely grabbed my cock through my jeans, sucking in my stomach as I settled it into a more comfortable position against my stomach. I glanced up to find her gaze locked on my groin as mine had been locked on hers just seconds before. I broke the moment by reaching for my iced tea and taking a grateful drink. God, it was hot in here suddenly. Rose gave me a shaky smile – good, I thought, the moment was getting to her too – and reached for her glass as well, gulping deeply before setting it down again. I actually felt a little lightheaded. I recognized the feeling. It was my endorphins kicking in. The adrenaline fueled by the situation making a mad rush for my brain. It was lust. I could feel it in the pit of my stomach like an emptiness that ached to be filled, and in the back of my throat. Rose raised her eyes back to mine. “I am so horny,” she said. I laughed. I suddenly felt completely comfortable with this girl, as if we were longtime lovers, not two neighbors meeting for the first time. “Me too,” I said. “Did you like the show last week?” “God, I was going crazy all week. I couldn’t figure out whether you knew I was there or not.” She winked. “I know.” I leaned back against the couch. “You devious little woman,” I said with admiration. She blushed. “I wondered if you were ever coming over here. I was beginning to think I might have to make up a big sign to put in my window that said, ‘Hey, come fuck me!’” “Believe me,” I said, “I wish I’d come sooner too. If only I’d known the kind of reception waiting for me.” Now it was her turn to laugh. It made her breasts jiggle, and I became painfully aware once again of the hard on I was sporting. She must have been thinking the same thing, because she nodded in the direction of my crotch and said, “It seems we’re a little uneven on the clothing side. Why don’t you lose those jeans?” It was true. With her skimpy bikini and loose-fitting shorts, she was at a slight disadvantage. I nodded. “I guess that’s true. But if I remove my dungarees I’ll only be in my boxes while you still have shorts on.” She shrugged and smiled. “Okay. The shorts go. But you take yours off first.” “Alright,” I breathed. I unbuckled my belt and unsnapped the button. I reached for my fly, but Rose stopped me. “Let me do that,” she said. She slid off the couch and knelt in front of me. Taking the zipper, she drew it slowly down. Then she grasped my pants just under my thighs. “Lift your bum,” she said, and I obediently lifted my bum. She pulled the jeans down and I sat back down. I thought maybe she’d leave it at that, but I guess she decided I’d better take off my shoes and stay awhile because that’s what she did, yanking one shoe off after the other. She didn’t even bother to untie them. Then she stripped my jeans the rest of the way off and dropped them in a pile on top of my shoes. “There,” she said with finality. She looked up at me with a smile and that mischievous twinkle in her eye. Rose Discovered Ch. 02 She began to crawl up my body, dragging her breasts along my legs, across my hard cock still trapped under the material of my boxer shorts, up my stomach and then her lips were even with mine, and I could feel her breasts pressing firmly against my chest. She looked into my eyes for a moment before kissing me. Her eyes were gray, with just a touch of blue. And there was something about them that told you to never expect her to be serious. She moved closer and our lips met. I closed my eyes and immersed myself in the feeling of her tongue moving in my mouth, and the soft warmth of her lips. She moved her tongue along the front of my teeth, just along the gum line and I felt a shiver go through me. It tickled and yet it was like a tickle I’d never experienced. It was a tickle that caused shivers rather than giggles. She was an excellent kisser. She fumbled at the button of her shorts, hurriedly unzipped them and then pushed them down her legs and kicking them off to land in a heap on the floor. Then she straddled me, supporting herself on her knees. Slowly she sat down. I could feel her soft pussy through the cloth of my boxers and the thin material of her suit. She gasped as we made contact. She held perfectly still for several seconds, her head thrown back and eyes closed. Then she began moving, up and down against the bulge of my hard on. This was turning me on immensely, do in no small part to the fact that her breasts were pushing against my chest and I could feel her nipples through my shirt. My cock got harder until it was almost painful, as she continued to rub herself against me. After a few moments I began to feel a strange sensation. My boxers were sticking to my cock. I realized what that meant: Rose’s pussy was so wet it was soaking through her suit and even saturating my boxers. I’d never seen a girl so openly turned on before. Knowing she was turned on was turning me on as well. She kissed me again on the lips, then pulled away. “Alright stud, I’ve gotta feel your cock in my mouth.” She slid back down my body until her head was hovering above my groin. I waited in anticipation. She grasped my cock through my boxers and ran one finger along its length. A low groan sounded from deep in her throat. It was animalistic in nature and spoke of a hunger for (in this case) sex. I almost groaned myself. Finally, she pulled my cock through the fly in the front of my boxers. Then I did groan as she suddenly bent over and took my entire cock into her mouth. It was so sudden and unexpected that it felt like a bolt of lightening had shot through my body. She brought her head back up, and I sighed as my cock slipped from her mouth. I missed the soft warmth. But she didn’t leave me out in the cold very long. She lowered her head and took the head back into her mouth, sucking on it hard and swirling her tongue around the little slit at the top. Then she took it all in again and I was lost in a world of heat and moistness. I had never had anyone who could take my entire cock down her throat before, and I suddenly knew what I’d been missing. It’s like the difference between soaking your feet in hot water on a cold winter’s day and immersing yourself up to your neck in a steaming bubble bath. She started bobbing up and down on my cock. I felt on the verge of cumming, but somehow knew I could hold out a little longer. It was as if my body knew these sensations would end as soon as I came, and I wasn’t about to let that happen. I held her head with one hand as she sucked on me. With my other hand I unsnapped her suit top, freeing her beautiful breasts. I reached down and cupped her left breast. I could feel her stiff nipple pressing into my palm. I gently massaged her breast, moving my hand just enough that her nipple dragged back and forth across the skin of my palm. “Ohhh…” she groaned from around my cock. She lifted her head off my cock and reached up with her right hand and wrapped it around me. Then, slick with her saliva and my pre-cum, she started jacking me off. She looked up at me. “You like?” I smiled and gave her tit a squeeze. “I like,” I said. “How would you like to shove this nice hard cock into a ready and willing pussy?” My cock twitched in response, and I don’t think she needed my verbal confirmation to know that sounded like a plan I could get behind. Speaking of behinds, I still hadn’t gotten a good look at Rose’s. “I want to fuck you from behind,” I told her, helping her up from the floor. She still had a hand gripping my cock, but finally let it go with a little sigh. She crawled up on the couch with her ass facing me. I twisted around onto my knees so I was facing her, and gazed at the most delightful ass I have ever laid eyes on. It was an ass that you could get your hands around. Even on her knees, the distinct roundness of it was obvious; there was a curve where her buttocks met the backs of her thighs. I reached out and grasped a cheek with each hand. They were firm, yet soft. I pulled them open so that I could see the cute little rosebud of her asshole. Her pouting pussy lips could be seen from between her thighs. They were shiny with moisture. I bent and kissed the right cheek of her ass. Rose giggled. “You’re giving me the shivers,” she said. I smiled and continued kissing her ass, then up along her lower back and back down the other side. She shivered and little goose bumps rose up on the skin of her buttocks. I continued my kissing full circle, moving my lips until I stopped at the juncture of her thighs. I stretched out with my tongue and lightly licked her pouting lips. “Ahhh…” Rose breathed. I took that as encouragement, and pushed my tongue further into the moist warmth of her pussy. I wanted to reach deeper inside her. What I wouldn’t have given for a ten inch tongue! Lacking that, I grabbed her thighs and pulled her to me. I pushed my face into her ass and pussy. My nose almost rested against her asshole now. I shoved my tongue as far into her pussy as possible. Briefly I considered flipping her over and giving her a proper licking. But no, she had asked me to fuck her. And who was I to deny such a request? There would be plenty of time for that later. Reluctantly I pulled my face away. Rose groaned. My face was covered in her juices, and I could still taste her like a sweet and exotic spice on my lips. I scooted up behind her and took hold of my dick. I held my cock in my hand. It was hard as a railroad tie and I could swear it looked bigger than usual. I rubbed it against the outside of her pussy. Her pussy lips engulfed me like a kraken trying to pull a ship into the sea. “Put it in,” Rose begged. “God damn it! Fuck me already!” I smiled. I thought she was ready. I was tempted to keep teasing her. After all hadn’t she put me through hell all last week after her teasing performance? Well, I decided to let her off easy and fuck her already. I lined up her vagina with the head of my cock, and slowly began to ease into her. As I pushed farther into her, I could feel the walls of her cunt rubbing against the shaft of my cock. Inch by inch I slid into her. It was eerily quiet in the house. Neither Rose nor I were making a sound. It was as if we were holding our breaths. I suddenly realized I was and let it out with a whoosh. Finally I felt my pubic hair press against her ass and I knew I was in to the hilt. I gripped the back of the couch with my left hand to hold myself steady, and gripped her hip in my right hand. Then I gradually began to fuck her. Not too fast at first. Just in and out, in and out. I felt the walls of her cunt grip my cock and wondered every time I thrust all the way into her whether she would let me go if I tried to withdraw. Rose was breathing heavily. I reached down to pinch her nipple, not losing the steady rhythm I had established, and not needing to use her hip as leverage as she was now moving with me of her own accord. Her nipples were long and thick, and a dark red. I cupped her full breast in my hand as I fucked her and rubbed my palm against her nipple while I gently squeezed her breast, as I had done earlier. Every time I slid into her, and my balls slapped against her clit, Rose moaned. I straightened and grabbed her hips with both hands. I used the leverage and sped up my strokes. I slammed into her harder too, and it seemed the faster and harder I fucked her, the louder she moaned. I felt a soft hand cupping my balls. It felt incredible, but it was also dangerous to my self-control. “Don’t,” I said, “you’re going to make me cum. I want you to cum first.” She nodded and I felt her hand withdraw from my balls. Almost as soon as she removed her hand, I again felt her, but this time she slid two fingers up, to either side of my dick. I knew that she was feeling the juncture where my cock met her vagina, and I knew she was getting off on the feel of my cock entering her. She had laid her head down on the couch (which set her ass even higher into the air) and she held a throw pillow over her mouth to stifle her screams. Her moans picked up in tempo. “Ohhh…God yes…fuck me, fuck me, fuckme!” Her hand slipped away from my cock and I figured she was probably furiously rubbing her clit. Suddenly, there was a loud silence. Rose did not emit a sound. It was so unnatural after her loud moans a moment earlier that I almost stopped fucking her. (Almost.) Then she let out a whoosh of air accompanied by a loud “Ahhhh yesss.” This is it, I thought. This is the beginning of her orgasm. She’s about to cum. The walls of her pussy quivered, running shivers up the shaft of my cock. She gasped. I could feel her trembling through my hands on her ass. Turned on by her orgasm (wishing a little that I could see her face – oh, well, next time), I felt my own building. I looked down and watched my cock disappearing into her pussy. I didn’t hurry. I held my orgasm to a low hum, enjoying the pulsing sensation in my cock. Then, much to my surprise, Rose began to breathe heavily again. I could feel her pussy begin to tremble. I pressed my thumb against the little brown asshole. It was still slick from her juices and my saliva. She moaned as I pressed against it. She pushed back against me so I pressed harder, until my thumb up to my first knuckle was inserted into her ass. She groaned, and her pussy did that trembling thing again. I felt my orgasm spiraling out of my control. I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I began to fuck her harder. Faster. Then, as I felt the first edge of my orgasm hit (like a pressure behind my eyes), I pulled out until only the large head of my cock was inside her. The head was so sensitive that it felt like little electric shocks every time it rubbed against the walls of her vagina. Then I shoved myself in deep, as deep as I could and began to cum. I shot spurt after spurt of hot cum into her, smacking against the walls of her vagina. And at the first shot of my sperm, Rose began to shiver. Her entire body quivered with the power of her orgasm. As our orgasms subsided, we both collapsed onto the couch in the spooning position, my cock still buried inside her. I reached around and cupped her breast. She shivered when I grazed her nipple with my palm. Then she giggled. “What?” I asked. There was a pause. Then Rose said, “It just occurred to me; we just fucked ourselves silly, and yet I have yet to ask for your name.” I smiled. “Colin Anderson,” I said. I gave her breast a squeeze. “Nice to meet you.” To be continued?