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The Other Side of the Window

By: furryfan



This story would also fit in the mature and exhibitionist/voyeur categories, but was submitted in the first time category.

It's a story that begins with a boy looking for his dog.

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Chapter One: Looking for Barney.

"Damn it, Barney!" I snapped while stumbling through the brush in search of the family dog.

It had become a fairly common occurrence for the little beagle to wander off at night when being let out for his final bathroom trip of the day before going to bed. 

I had a love/hate relationship with the dog, and as he worked his way through the backyards of the neighbors, it wasn't love he was feeling from me. This was a quiet rural area but still, a guy could get shot if somebody got the wrong idea and mistook me for a prowler, but I continued on the trail as I followed the rustling of leaves that Barney was creating.

I was already three - no - four houses down from my house when I reached the backyard of the Yates family. Actually, it was now just Mrs. Yates, as their kids had grown up and moved away and her husband had left. Divorced, deserted, dead? Who knew? All I knew was that she was all alone in there now, and Barney was still ahead of me, in search of who knows what.

Must be tough to live alone, I thought for a second, and then shook my head. Living alone has got to be a lot better than living with your parents and kid brother. Having just graduated high school last June, I had started working at the local Price Chopper, and figured that if everything went well, I could get an apartment in town and really start living, because there was nothing to do out here in the sticks.

That changed in the blink of an eye, or rather, in the turning on of a light in the Yates house. I just about jumped out of my skin when it went on, so intent was I to find that little SOB, and then afraid that I had been seen and would be forced to explain what the hell I was doing out here, and so I jumped behind a tree and waited.

From inside the lighted room, I saw someone moving around. Mrs. Yates. She was moving around the room, and to my great relief she was not looking out the window to see who was out there.

She should get some blinds or something though, because you could see right through the window at her, just as clear as day. Of course, to see in the window, you would have to be standing in her back yard, as there were no houses behind the Yates place, and the adjoining houses were pretty far away and well out of the line of vision.

She probably figures that nobody wants to look into an old lady's bedroom, I surmised, moving a little closer while trying to stay out of the square of light that shone out onto the backyard.

Mrs. Yates had to be real old. I remembered her kids going off to college at least seven or eight years ago, and they were almost ten years older than me. That would make them at least 28, so that means that Mrs. Yates would be around 50 at least. That makes her older than my parents, and that means old.

Still, she didn't look half bad through the window, and for some reason I moved closer to the house to get a better view. Mrs. Yates - what was her first name? Rhonda? Rose? I had always called old people Mr. and Mrs., so I wasn't sure.

She had short reddish-brown hair and was wearing wearing a housecoat that looked a lot like the one my own mother wore, and that was certainly no turn on. Now if she would only take that thing off - now THAT would be something worth looking at.

As if on command, Mrs. Yates shrugged off the house coat and tossed it on the bed. Wow! Now Mrs. Yates was standing there in just a bra and panties, brushing her hair in front of the mirror.

The bra and panties were both white, and the panties were full cut, so none of her ass was showing. Her bra was one of those long-line type things, and it was plain to see why she needed that extra support. Those tits looked really big inside that bulky harness.

Never noticed that about Mrs. Yates before, but then again, I had never seen her without a blouse on. She wasn't built like those girls in the magazines. She was a little thick in the waist, and her arms weren't skinny little twigs either, but she was in good shape. If only she would take that bra off.

Just then, Mrs. Yates left the room. I waited for a minute, not sure if she would be coming back in the bedroom again soon. Hurry up, I whispered, because I've got better things to do than stand outside an old lady's bedroom window all night.

Like what? Looking for my dog? I knew that I would stay out here for quite a while longer, waiting and hoping. I was going to stay for as long as it took. This was not something I had ever done before, and it was a testimony as to how boring my life had become. The few friends I did have were now off to college, while I hung around here trying to figure out what I was going to do with my life.

Without even realizing what I was doing, my hand snaked down to my jeans and slowly pulled down my zipper. My dick was hard, and while it was tough to get it out of the fly, I managed without incident.

How sick this was, I thought, while my hand slowly stroked my member. Acting like pervert and looking into a neighbor's window was bad enough, but jacking off besides? Masturbation had become a regular event in my daily life, but now taking my act out on the road was bringing it to a new level.

Mrs. Yates appeared from around the corner, and I caught a brief frontal glimpse of her panties. No hair was peeking out, but I could see the outline of her pubic hair clearly as it pressed against the white cotton. 

"Oh ma, that looks like a thick bush," I said softly to no one, happy that she wasn't one of those women that shaved their pussy. "Now just reach back and take that bra off."

Mrs. Yates didn't reach back to undo her bra. Instead, her hands went to the front and unclasped the hooks there, and instantly the harness lurched forward, and she casually let the straps slip off her shoulders.

"Oh man!" I gasped, as Mrs. Yates set the bra aside.

Her breasts were enormous! They burst out of their confinement the second that last hook came undone; tits as big as any that I could ever recall seeing in any magazine. They eased down to her waist like torpedoes, but they looked pretty firm, not sagging and droopy like some African chick in the National Geographic. 

I came as this went on; my cock belching out seed all over the foundation of the Yates house as the force of my orgasm almost doubled me over.

While the last of the cum dripped out of me, I regretted not having more self-control, because now Mrs. Yates was rubbing some lotion on those incredible tits of hers, and her jugs were so big that she needed to use both hands to lather up each one.

Her nipples were thick stubs that stuck way out from the coaster-sized areolas, and while she massaged them, the nipples seemed to get even bigger.

"I'll do that for you," I whispered in the darkness. "I can do it really good."

That was pure conjecture on my part, because I had only touched one tit in my entire life, and Connie's little bud in no way resembled what I was looking at here.

As I put myself back into my pants, I heard panting behind me. Barney. The little fucker had found me, and was now ready to go home. For once I didn't mind him giving me a tour of the neighborhood, because looking at Mrs. Yates was worth the trip. I even gave him an extra treat when we got home.

"I will never do that again," I muttered to myself after climbing into bed, still amazed that I had done something so insane just a few doors down from my house. What if I had gotten caught?

Almost worth it, I had to admit, and it was almost as good a few minutes hater, when I jerked myself off again as I relived that image in my mind before going to sleep.

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Chapter Two: So much for that.

After making that vow to myself, there was no way that I would ever go back to the Yates house again. I went to work and had a distracted day, comparing every woman that came in the store to Mrs. Yates, wondering what surprises they had hidden under their clothing.

After dinner, I let Barney out as usual, and as had been his recent habit, took off on me. Off I went again in hot pursuit, and just as the night before, I ended up in the Yates backyard. The bedroom light wasn't on, and that was probably for the best, I figured.

Then again, I had come out a little bit earlier than last night, so I decided to keep going down past the Yates yard and track down my bonehead beagle. I did keep looking back at the window, just in case, because maybe she was a woman of habit and went to bed at the same time every night.

Barney was found in the next yard, and as I dragged his butt back home, the light went on. Chasing the dog through the tall grass, I doubled back as fast as I could, hoping for a repeat performance.

There she was, taking off her housecoat again, and wearing a black bra tonight. This one wasn't quite as bulky as the other one, and showed a lot more of her cleavage as well.

"Wait for me," I mumbled as I tried to get my hard on out of my pants.

I made a mental note to wear something less cumbersome, if I should ever come back again. If. That was funny. I was as hooked on Mrs. Yates as the rest of the country was on American Idol.

There was no harm being done, or so I reasoned. It wasn't like I was taking pictures or anything. This was just my own private show. That's it. Take the bra off. Is it a front hook or a back hook? 

She reached back, then put her hands on her back and turned her hips a little from side to side, as if her back was bothering her or something.

"I'll rub your back, Mrs. Yates," I whispered as I watched her teasing me by doing all of these little contortions, making me suffer in the damp evening air.

Then her hands reached back, and after she undid the hooks, the bra cups flew forward and the harness was free. Those beautiful breasts looked even better tonight, rolling a bit from side to side as she moved.

Suddenly her arms flew upward, and as she stretched her body, I saw the most amazing thing. Mrs. Yates had hair under her arms. Thick brown tufts of hair sprouted out of the pockets of her underarms as she contorted her body, and as I stared in wide-eyed wonder, I ejaculated.

That was incredible. I had never seen a woman with hairy armpits before. All the girls I had ever seen either had stubble under their arms or were smooth. I remembered seeing a picture of Julia Roberts with hair under her arms, and I recalled the guys and other girls making fun of her, but I had still thought she was pretty. 

This added dimension did nothing but make Mrs. Yates sexier in my eyes, and I was so distracted that I had hardly noticed her breasts at all. Now that her arms were down, I was able to concentrate on those incredible globes, which were getting the lotion treatment again, but the light went out a minute later, leaving me to wander back home.

Later, home and in bed, I got myself off twice more while picturing that beautiful woman reaching for the stars. This had to end pretty soon, because I already needed glasses, and at this rate I'd be blind in no time at all.

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Chapter Three: The end?

I kept going back to Mrs. Yates and her window, and she never disappointed me. For the next two weeks I visited her, and had gotten it down to a science.

Mrs. Yates went to bed at 10 every evening, and every night the routine was the same. I had her breasts committed to memory, and could have picked them out of a titty line-up with no problem. I wondered what size bra she wore, and always hoped to see one on the clothesline, because if I had, I would have been tempted to snatch it for a souvenir.

I had quickly developed a wardrobe for my nightly sojourns, consisting of a black sweatshirt and matching sweat pants with nothing underneath. Not only did I have a stealth-like appearance, it now only took a flick of the wrist to drop the sweats down and start yanking away. 

Barney didn't even take off some nights, as the evenings were starting to get chilly, but that was alright by me. The leaves were so thick that it was tough to move around without making noise, but by then I was beginning to feel immune. Almost like I was invisible and could walk right up and stare at Mrs. Yates without hiding.

It was that kind of reckless stupidity that got me caught, although I didn't realize it at the time. There was no way in the world that I could keep away from that window, and I proved that one night by standing out there in what felt like a monsoon. The wind was wicked and the rain was coming down in sheets, making the window almost impossible to see through.

That didn't much matter, as I could picture here clearly in my mind. She massaged that lotion into those beautiful globes just as always, and I blasted my load onto the ground just like always.

The night after the storm I was in my usual place, waiting for the light to come on. Everything went according to plan, and while I neared orgasm - holding off in hopes that Mrs. Yates would raise her arms, I lost sight of her.

That took a second to register in my mind. Where did she go? She had ducked out of view, and when I moved a little bit to see where she went, all of a sudden her face was at the window. Peering out with her hand shielding her eyes from the glare, and appearing to be looking right at me.

Startled, I jumped backwards, tripping over the stone border of her patio and sending me flat on my ass. Scrambling to get out of sight, I pulled up my sweat pants and disappeared into the darkness, not even caring about the crackling noises the branches and leaves were making beneath my feet as I tore through the underbrush.

"That was close," I muttered to myself as I leaned against the back of our garage and tried to catch my breath.

Bullshit. Mrs. Yates had caught me. I was busted, and I knew it. There was little chance that she hadn't seen me, but I clung to that minuscule hope as I went inside, fully expecting to hear our doorbell ring, hearing either Mrs. Yates screaming to my parents about their perverted kid, or the police coming to haul me off to jail.

So I waited under the sheet, listening for the doorbell that did not ring, and it was near dawn when I finally fell asleep.

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Chapter Four: A different kind of work day.

I was in a fog at work the next day, dead tired from the night before. They had me working a cash register much of the day, and I was not my usual self, which I hoped would go unnoticed by the manager. If I ever wanted to get a promotion, I couldn't afford to be seen loafing around.

I was almost done for the day when I saw her. Mrs. Yates. In the store, pushing a cart down the aisle, and looking beautiful as ever. I had rarely seen her shopping, and certainly not sen I had started watching her through the window.

Funny how you look at someone differently after you've seen them naked, or nearly so. At least that was what my very limited experience had shown me. I had only seen one pair of breasts before Mrs. Yates had come into my life. Even now, any time I ran into Connie Durfey, I always saw those little teardrop shaped titties right through her clothes.

That was strictly minor league stuff now. Mrs. Yates was a real woman. To the casual eye, Mrs. Yates appeared to be your typical middle-aged housewife. Short, reddish brown hair and a figure that was almost entirely concealed by the drab, nondescript blouse and slacks she wore.

What would the other shoppers think if they had gotten a chance to see Mrs. Yates like I had? They would certainly look at her differently than they did now. I knew many of her secrets, and knew how incredible voluptuous she really was, no matter how hard she tried to conceal it.

That reddish tint in her hair. Only her hairdresser and I knew for sure that it was colored, as the dark brown fur under her arms had given her secret away there. 

Those breasts. Mrs. Yates dressed so plainly that there was no way people could tell that under that boring, short sleeved, olive colored blouse were a pair of the biggest and fullest breasts imaginable.

Why didn't she show them off like most of the other women did? Lots of other women came into the store with their tits practically hanging out, trying to look sexy, and there's Mrs. Yates, hiding all those treasures from view.

I knew. It was our little secret.

The person I was supposed to be waiting on during my preoccupation with Mrs. Yates cleared his throat, which got me out of my trance, and as she disappeared down another aisle I got my head together. I was also hoping that my shift would end before she got done shopping, and if it didn't, that she would go to another register.

My shift didn't end, and she didn't pick another register. As I stood trapped behind the counter, I watched Mrs. Yates calmly walk past about a dozen cashiers and get in line at my register, even though my line was longer.

I had nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. I looked around for the front end supervisor, hoping to be able to escape. I have to go to the bathroom. I feel sick. I quit. Anything. Brenda, the woman in charge, was nowhere in sight, and in a couple of minutes it was too late.

"Hi. How are you today?" I said to Mrs. Yates as she appeared in front of me.

It was the same thing I had already said today at least 500 times, but this time it came out sounding like I was a goose being strangled. My hands were shaking as she handed me the card customers use to get the discounts on sale stuff, and I managed to drop the card to compound my distress.

"Fine. How are you?" Mrs. Yates replied, in a voice that was quite calm and normal sounding by comparison, and at least without any hint of anger. "Jeremy." 

It was on my name tag, and as I passed the groceries over the scanner; tomato soup, paper towels, ground beef - she casually asked me if I wasn't a neighbor of hers.

"Uh - yeah, I guess so," I stammered.

She was my height, I noticed as I glanced up at her. My height, sadly, was only about 5'5", and I felt even smaller than that about that time.

Despite my nerves, I still found myself looking over at her body. The blouse was so loose that you could hardly make out her tits, and it was completely buttoned up so there was no cleavage showing either. What bra was she wearing underneath that blouse? She had at least three of them that I knew of, and in my mind I was hoping it was the black one, which exposed more of that cavernous cleavage.

The sleeves of her blouse were short, exposing her pale and lightly freckled arms, which were nicely toned, and those sleeves were so floppy that if she raised her arm, I figured I could look right down her sleeve at her armpit. The very thought of seeing that thick tuft of hair close-up gave me a hard-on, and if that didn't tell me I was losing it, nothing else would.

She didn't buy anything interesting, and I was relieved when she didn't pursue the conversation while I bagged her stuff. She had a very pleasant voice, but silence was better for me right now, especially when I thought about the things she could say.

Something like, "Hey, aren't you the pervert that was looking through my bedroom window last night while you jerked off?", wouldn't go over well with management of the store, and neither would me fainting or running out the door.

"Here you go," Mrs. Yates said, handing me her check for the groceries, and as I put it through the processor for it to be filled out automatically, I saw her name.

Roxanne. Roxanne M. Yates. Roxanne. Beautiful name. Did her friends call her Roxie? Rox? I liked the whole name - Roxanne. It rolled off the tongue so fluidly.

By this time, I was getting more and more relaxed. She hadn't seen me after all. It must have been too dark out there, and by the time her eyes adjusted to the drastic difference in light, I had already tumbled out of her view.


The Other Side of the Window



I was in my early twenties and had been married for a couple of years. Money was tight so I supplemented my income by doing handyman work for my landlord.

We lived on the first floor of a duplex and had this couple living above us with a young daughter and an infant. This was a pretty rough couple. Our introduction to them was as we were pulling up to the house one day. We saw him open palm slap her face, splattering blood from her nose on our door and things went downhill from there.

She looked like she was one step from being a junkie. You know the type long stringy blonde hair, borderline anorexic body hardly a curve to be found and lips just a tad smaller than Mick Jagger's. He worked as an oil burner serviceman. He has a stocky working mans muscled body, stronger than guys with the cut look from spending most days a the gym.

They frequently fought and we could not help but hear every word. They often fought about sex, mostly the fact she would not give him head. In her words it was like trying to suck a beer can and he should find that somewhere else. Now they did have sex, OFTEN. We could here them in their room going at it on the bed on the floor on the dresser and she was always yelling "GIVE IT TO ME!!!"

Even before they moved in my wife had pretty much stopped having sex saying it took too long, it was messy and whatever else sprang to her mind to kill my desire or to hurt me. During this time my wife told me I should go else where for sex, that she was never going to do it again.(it was over a year between times by the time we finally did it again). I tried to talk to her and told her she was the only woman I wanted, she was the only woman that turned me on. Her reply was to say that if that was true then I must be gay and just hiding it by being with her and that is why she lost interest in sex. 

We did tell each other what we might have heard from upstairs. AT some point she started saying I should go to the guy upstairs because it seemed I was so interested in seeing if his dick was as big as they were saying. I told her that she was the one who kept talking about it but she said she only said anything because she knew I wanted to know about it. I disagreed and started sleeping on the couch. At this point she daily started giving me grief like calling me fagot or telling me to admit I wanted to see the neighbors cock.

During this time I got a call from the landlord to replace some cracked glass in windows of the upstairs apartment. About 9:30 one morning I went upstairs to fix the windows. She let me in and said to lock up when I was done, she had to get the kids to the sitters because she had to work a double at the diner. He had stomped out to work at 7:30 that morning. I got to work and was just about to start the last window in the kitchen when he came in from work for lunch. He made a comment about it being about damn time the window was fixed and went into the bathroom a moment later I heard the shower start.

I finished the window and was kneeling on the floor packing my toolbox when he came back out. He was wearing only a large bath towel around his waist. He stopped about three feet away and leaned with his butt against the stove. he looked down at me as I finished up. He smirked a bit then said that he had something I wanted. I said sort of dismissively yea what? He stood straight up, pulled back part of the towel and showed me this cock that was not hard but still about 8 inches long and thick. I was stunned and before I got my wits about me he stepped forward holding his cock, grabbed my hair and put the head against my lips. As I started to back away he said I better open my mouth or he was going to kick my ass then make me do it anyways. When he yanked my hair and pulled me forward I got a sense of how strong he really was. I am far from weak but I was in no way going to get the best of him. His cock was again against my lips and growing to amazing proportions as his hot satin skinned plumb shaped head started pushing through into my mouth.

I was in shock as he entered and slid along my tongue. My mind was a mess, I was about to be orally raped, I never touched or wanted to touch another mans cock but what was about to happen was exactly what my wife taunted me with telling me this is what I wanted as she was trying to drive me away. Though she was wrong about me wanting it, here it was and suddenly I was kneeling there with his cock buried down my throat and my nose buried in his pubic hair. how could I do this? Why am I not gagging, I did not gag at all though he was all the way in. He was saying Oh my god and moaning that he had never had anyone take him all the way down. Really? How was I doing this? He started to slide in and out fucking my mouth and I just knelt there letting him fuck my mouth, not helping but not fighting either. 

After awhile I felt him swell and pull out till only his head was in my mouth. He came and came shooting his salty cum into my mouth. Being big as he was I had no choice but to swallow all of it fast as I could, it would never have made it around his cock to leak from my mouth. He stroked every last drop from his cock into my mouth then stepped back and said see I told you I had what you wanted.

This is when I made several decisions at once. I said sharply to him that was not me wanting it that was him raping my face, at that point I reached out and grabbed that huge cock saying this is what it would be like if I wanted it. I pulled him forward and started making true oral love to his amazing cock. I had decided in that instant that if she insisted I wanted it I may as well go for it and that I had not been angry or hurt by him fucking my mouth so in for a dime in for a dollar. I did every thing I liked when I got head and everything I ever read or saw in a movie. I don't know why but I wanted to really give him the best blowjob anyone could. I licked the vein-rippled post and sucked the head paying attention to that sensitive spot under the head. Then I sucked him deep as I could once again his pubic hair was against my nose. That was the moment I realized I was good at this somehow I could take this cock that yes seemed almost as thick as a beer can and at least 10 inches long all the way into my mouth and throat without choking. I was actually enjoying myself and thought maybe I am really meant to do this.

I came to my senses as to where I was, still kneeling on the kitchen floor in front of the window I just fixed. I glanced out the window and saw across the 20 foot gap between buildings that the upstairs neighbor was looking intently at what was going on and she saw me looking at her. I figured that I was already caught I might as well give her a real show. I started bobbing my head up and down his monster cock coming all the way off it then all the way back down to the base.

While doing this I undid my pants and started sliding them and my underwear to my knees. Suddenly I stood up and yes I was fully almost painfully erect I stepped back the three paces to his kitchen table that was in front of the window beside the one I fixed. I laid back and told him to fuck me. He walked up to the table as I placed my ass at the edge. I put my feet on his shoulders and he lined that meat post against my virgin ass as I relaxed as much as possible as he pushed in. Now I know everyone at this point talks about the pain of anal sex but as god (and the neighbor ) is my witness I did not hurt I felt the opening just stretch then snap back tightly around his shaft as the head went through as if it were as natural as breathing. I could feel every inch as it entered me, every bump and vein. Before I knew it I felt his balls tight up against my ass. I was full of his hard man meat and he was pressing against something inside me that felt fantastic. He started to take short strokes. Again I thought how the hell am I able to do this. The only answer I could come up with was I was built to take cock, This is what I was truly meant to do so I may as well enjoy myself. 

I looked out the window and the neighbor was still there her hand in her pants fingering herself like crazy. I told him to fuck me hard... with long hard strokes. He obliged me slamming into my ass with great speed and force, pulling all the way out resting against my ass then plowing all the way in to the hilt. Oh my god did it feel great I was harder than I ever had been and maybe even bigger. Suddenly I was cumming never having my cock touched but still spraying everywhere. I must have tightened even more because he moaned as his cock swelled and sank all the way into my ass and, then I felt his cock pulse and his hot cum bathe my insides. He started pumping in and out again as he started to soften then pulled out.

I looked out the window and directly at my neighbor put my finger across my lips as if to say shh then stood up on weak legs and asked him if he saw the difference between wanting it and just being used. He said yes and I could come up and suck him off any time I wanted. I said you mean you want me to leave now. He smiled and told me that I could stay. I told him I needed a shower and he got me some towels.

I got in under the spray and called to him. He came in and I told him he needed another shower. He joined me and we soaped each other up except he never touched my cock. I knelt and lovingly washed that wonderful cock. He started to swell again so I started licking and sucking. We finished the shower quickly and went to his bed where he asked if he could fuck me again. My answer was to lay back and spread my legs. He knelt between them and I guided that perfect cock to my ass. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him into me once again. I told him I was his to use as he wished any time he wanted from now on. He started fucking me with these long slow strokes pulling out and resting the head against the opening of my ass till I begged him to fuck me .... fuck me hard. He started slow again and built to amazing speed as I started yelling GIVE IT TO ME!! I Finally understood that his wife could not help but scream those words just as I was now doing because nothing felt better than being fucked by this fantastic lovers incredible cock.

He had already come twice before so he was able to fuck for what seemed like forever. I came again without having my cock touched before his cock finally swelled and blew his load in me again. He collapsed against me and we actually fell asleep for almost two hours while his cock never pulled out of me.

I stayed married for a few more years. Even though I finally got to fuck my wife a few more times I spent many days (and nights) sucking and riding my neighbors amazing cock. There is so much more to tell you...... I hope to write more soon. 



The Other Side of the Window



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Chapter Twelve: Then what?

Mrs. Yates had a stunned expression on her face, and who could blame her. For some reason I created a conversation she would have with a friend regarding what had just gone on here.

"I caught this little twerp peeking in my window," my imagined Mrs. Yates conversation would begin. "I take him inside my house and he starts crying, so I let him play with my tits. All of a sudden, he starts lapping and chewing my armpits like a wolverine!"

Clearly, I was deranged. I didn't regret it - far from it - but I didn't do it intentionally. It had just happened.

"Where," Mrs. Yates said, her eyes glassy and her breathing still heavy. "Where on earth did you come up with that?"

"Sorry," I said. 

"Don't be sorry," she suggested. "It felt nice - really nice. It was just something new to me."

"Me too," I answered.

"What is it that you do out there, Jeremy?" Mrs. Yates asked, brushing a hair away from her face. and I noticed that her nipples were more taut and fatter than ever. "While you would watch me get undressed, I mean."

I'm sure she knew what was doing out there, so there wasn't much sense denying it. I did what I wanted to do right now, and would probably do as soon as I got home, over and over again until my dick or hand fell off.

"I jerk," I started to say, and then rephrased it. "I masturbate."

Her eyes went down to the very prominent bulge in my sweatpants, and I could feel the wet spot that was caused by my dick dripping semen ever since I had walked into the bedroom.

"Oh," Mrs. Yates said softly.

"I masturbate outside, and then I go home and take a shower and masturbate again. Then I go to bed, and if I can't fall asleep I masturbate again."

"Don't you have magazines?" Mrs. Yates asked. "When they were growing up, my boys - I know they had dirty magazines hidden around the house."

"I have them, but I haven't looked at them lately," I confessed. "Lately I just replay in my mind what I saw through the window."

"Show me."

"What?" I asked in too loud a voice, clearly not expecting to hear that.

"I'd like to see you," Mrs. Yates said. "Show me what you do, honey. Take off your clothes for me."

My throbbing erection deflated instantly and my knees really began knocking. Take my clothes off and let her see me naked in all my scrawny, ugly glory?

Mrs. Yates stood naked in her half-naked beauty, nodding and waiting for me. Looking at her expression, it wasn't even a question of if I was going to take my clothes off, but when.

My hands found the bottom of my sweatshirt, pulling it up and over my head quickly. Mrs. Yates smiled and nodded approvingly.

"You're very cute, Jeremy," she noted, and although cute isn't what a young guy wants to hear, given my skinny torso that seemed nearly devoid a muscle, it was better than nothing.

"You have hair under your arms too, Jeremy," she said with a nervous giggle.

"Not," I said, starting to tell her that I didn't have as much as she did, but decided against it. Besides, I was having different troubles in another area.

My dick. Throbbing and rock hard for the last several minutes, my tool had suddenly decided to retreat, and was seemingly trying to crawl up into my body. I pulled on it a couple of times before tugging the sweatpants down and kicking them off, covering my package in my hands while trying to get hard again.

"Don't hide yourself, honey. You have a very nice body. Show me what you do to yourself, Jeremy."

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Chapter Thirteen: Help.

There she was, the woman of my dreams, nude to the waist just a couple of steps in front of me. Standing unashamed, those incredibly full breasts heaving a little along with her breathing, watching and waiting for me to do what I seemed to do best.

Nothing. My dick had shriveled away in fear and shame to almost nothing. At first I was trying to hide it while I attempted to bring to back to life, or at least something approaching normal. I pulled and pulled at it, and the more I tried, the more nervous I got. 

"It won't - I can't," I sputtered, returning to my unintentional Porky Pig style stuttering. "I never..."

"I'm sorry, honey," Mrs. Yates said, and suddenly I felt her standing next to me. "That wasn't fair of me. I made you nervous."

She kissed me on my sweaty forehead, and put her arm around me, pulling me close to that magnificent bosom - so soft and inviting - like burying my face between two pillows.

"It's just that I never have - I mean, it's always hard when I look at you."

"I know, honey," Mrs. Yates assured me in a comforting tone. "I could see that before. You don't have to be nervous with me."

As she spoke, I felt her hand come down and take my own hand away from my dick, and a choking sound came out of my throat when I felt her hand replace mine.

"Just relax, honey," Mrs. Yates cooed in my ear.

Mrs. Yates had my dick in her hand! Not exactly her hand, but more like her thumb and index finger, since that was all there was to grab after it had withered to the size of a peanut.

Please, I begged myself. Get hard. Show her how big it can get. I was afraid to look down for fear that seeing what I must look like would only make it worse. Think of better things. Think of just a minute ago when my hands were oiling up those big tits. Making her nipples hard.

"Oh," Mrs. Yates said, slowly moving her hand down from my dick to my nut sack, and I moved my legs apart to let her play with my balls. The warmth of her hand made my balls relax, at least giving my dick a break from being coaxed.

"Does this feel nice, honey?" Mrs. Yates whispered in my ear, and my answer was a groan and a panting yes.

"Feels nice to touch a man again," Mrs. Yates said, and when her hand came back up to my dick, it was showing signs of life. I leaned next to her, my face nestled in the softness of her creamy smooth shoulder.

Thank you, I said to myself, as I felt my dick getting longer and thicker in her grasp, and as it got hard, Mrs. Yates started pulling on it with more enthusiasm. Her hand was spinning as it slid up and down my member, and when I glanced down and saw my throbbing and fully engorged cock being jerked off by the woman of my dreams, I almost cried again, this time from relief.

"Oh my!" Mrs. Yates said, genuinely startled when her eyes ventured down that way, and I was glad that at least she didn't laugh like Connie Durfey had.

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Chapter Fourteen: Mrs. Yates approves.

I groaned when Mrs. Yates stopped pulling on my cock after looking down, because I had been so close to cumming, and she had a look of concern on her face. I returned the look she gave me, because I didn't know what was wrong.

"Sorry," Mrs. Yates said, running her finger along the vein that meandered along the top of the shaft, and my body shook at the touch while my hips slowly thrust back and forth in an effort to get Mrs. Yates to go back to what she was doing.

"Did I do something?" I asked, finally breaking the trance Mrs. Yates seemed to be in.

"No, honey," she said, gently putting her hand back around the shaft of my cock. "It's just that - I can't believe how big you are."

I knew that I had a good-sized dick. It had been my lone claim to fame, and one of the proudest moments of my adolescence had been in the woods, when for some reason all of us guys compared our dicks.

The most shocked kid in the group was yours truly, when we all got hard and I turned out to have the biggest one. Almost eight inches, although the way we were measuring - with the ruler jammed into our intestines for extra effect - added at least an inch or so to the reality. 

Even that brief moment of glory in my life was tainted by the derisive comments of the runners-up, who claimed that the reason mine was the biggest was because I was always pulling on it and had stretched it out.

That may have been at least partly true, as that was my favorite past-time, and part of it might have been because the rest of my body was so slight, my cock probably looked a lot bigger than it actually was.

"Who the hell cares how big Jeremy's cock is?" Mikey Morin finally declared. "Nobody else besides him will ever touch it."

Well, screw you Mikey, I thought to myself. Connie Durfey had touched it, and now a real woman - Roxanne Yates - was touching it, and was not only touching it, she was jerking me off!

"You shouldn't be nervous around girls, honey," Mrs. Yates said, looking at me in a different way now. Not like I was a scared kid, but more like I was a real man. "The girls should be the ones that are nervous. I haven't been with very many men, but I know enough to assure you that you're very well endowed."

Well, Connie Durfey might have been nervous, but she laughed when she played with it. Mrs. Yates wasn't laughing, and as she resumed pumping me, I felt myself getting ready to cum, so I began to thrust my hips into her grip.

"Are you getting ready to orgasm?" she asked suddenly, reading my thoughts or body language, and when I nodded she shook her head no.

"Don't want you to make a mess, honey," Mrs. Yates said.

I looked around, understanding why she wouldn't want me shooting my load all over her bedroom, and I was just about to go get the paper towel I carried in my sweat pants for that reason, when Mrs. Yates let go of my dick.

Without another word, Mrs. Yates slowly knelt down in front of me. As I looked down in shock, her hand grabbed the shaft of my cock as she leaned forward. Her moist lips slid over the mushroom-shaped helmet and went right down to her fist before sliding back to the tip.

"OH!" I remember crying out, staggering for a second while a tingling seemed to start at my toes and rushed upward, until I felt myself explode.

I crouched over as my orgasm overwhelmed me, holding onto Mrs. Yates so I didn't lose my balance. My cock was spasming over and over and over again, spurting my seed into her mouth and down her throat. I heard her making choking sounds, but her mouth didn't stop going up and down my cock for a second, at least not until my dick stopped spurting out what felt like the biggest load imaginable.

Even after I stopped cumming, Mrs. Yates continued to slowly suck my cock. I looked down and watched her take the entire length of my flaccid dick into her mouth, with her lips nestled in the little tuft of air above my package, and then slowly pulled her mouth off of it.

My hands caressed her sparkling reddish-brown hair, and from above I noticed the slightest hint of gray at the roots of her part. When she looked up and saw me looking down at her, she blushed and averted her eyes from mine, and slowly got to her feet.

"I love you," I blurted out, kissing her on the lips, not caring where her mouth had been, because she had just given me the most wonderful experience of my life.

I didn't have much experience kissing either, but Mrs. Yates started to return my affection, slowing me down a little but working her tongue into my mouth as well. My hands went up and down her back before venturing lower, cupping her butt through the satiny panties.

"I want to see all of you, Mrs. Yates."

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Chapter Fifteen: Call me Roxanne.

"Call me Roxanne," she said in a voice barely audible. "Roxanne - Roxy - anything but Mrs. Yates, please. That makes me feel... guilty I guess."

"Okay," I agreed even though I didn't really understand. "Roxanne. I always wished you would have taken off your panties when I was watching you."

"Go ahead, honey," Roxanne said, shifting her weight from foot to foot.

I knelt in front of Roxanne as she had done to me, carefully taking hold of the elastic top of the full cut black panties. She was slightly thick at the waist, but had only a little tummy, with a nice belly button. 

Inching the panties down off of her hips, the musky aroma of her drifted up into my face as I watched the wide triangle of dark brown hair come into view. The hair was as soft as the hair under her arms had been, and when my hand brushed up against the dense bush, the hair felt damp. Didn't that mean that a woman was excited? I hoped so.

Easing the panties down her legs, I felt her hand on my shoulder as she balanced herself while stepping out of the undies. My hands slid up her legs, which were curvy and smooth, and I looked up for a sign as to what I should do next, but her pendulous breasts blocked her face from where I was, so I stood up.

Mrs. Yates shrugged her shoulders a little as our eyes met, swallowing hard as she cleared her throat before speaking.

"I feel naked," she said, smiling a little at her joke. "Am I the first woman you've ever seen naked?"

"Yes," I said, reaching down between her legs and raking my fingers through the furry delta. "In person I mean. I've seen pictures. You know, on the Internet."

"I'm afraid at my age that I don't measure up to the women you've seen there," she said. "Probably never did." 

The moistness of her bush seemed to increase the more my hand went through it, and Mrs. Yates seemed to get a dreamy look on her face while I continued to stroke her pussy.

"You're way better. You're real."

"You're sweet," Mrs. Yates said, blushing a little.

"Hairy," I noted, and quickly continued when she seemed embarrassed by my words. "That's good, I mean. The pictures I've seen - most of women I've seen pictures of haven't got any hair between their legs - seems weird. This is nice. Your hair is so soft. Feels nice - smells nice too."

Mrs. Yates seemed to be leaning into my hand, and her breathing was getting heavier and more hoarse sounding. My free hand came up to her left breast and I cupped and squeezed it as best I could, even though my tiny paw seemed overwhelmed by the huge globe.

"Would you like to make love to me, Jeremy?"

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Chapter Sixteen: Would I? 

Would I? Of course I would. The problem was that I had no idea how to do it. Oh, I knew how it was supposed to be done, but I had never done it, and had no clue on how to even start.

"Yeah... I mean yes, Mrs. - Roxanne," I stumbled and mumbled while my heart raced. "It's just that I never did and, you know..."

"It's okay, honey," Mrs. Yates said as she reached down and threw the covers off of the bed, her eyes never leaving mine. "It's been such a long time that it will almost seem like the first time for me too."

"We can be nervous together, okay?" she said as she brought me down onto the soft bedding. "You can be nervous, but there's no reason to be scared. Just relax, and if it doesn't work out, that's okay. Understand, honey?"

"I just want to make you happy," I told her, and the grim little smile she gave me had a relaxing feeling.

"I know you do, Jeremy," she said, running her hands through my hair. "You already have. It's so nice to have somebody think that I'm attractive, especially at my age."

"Oh my, you're hard again already!" Mrs. Yates blurted out as my boner poked her in the tummy when we hugged. "You're going to make some lucky girl really happy some day - but I'm first."

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Chapter Seventeen: Lesson one.

Things were happening so fast, that I almost wanted to call a time-out. Give me a chance to catch my breath. Mrs. Yates had my dick in a hard grip, coaxing it to a rock hard level, while putting my hand between her legs.

"See how wet I am," she said in a husky voice. "I'm ready for you honey. A lot of times when you're with a girl, you'll need to take your time and enjoy each other's bodies and get the girl in the mood, but I - need you. Now."

She had me on my hands and knees above her before I realized what was happening, and she was rubbing the tip of my dick up and down her slit while wiggling underneath me.

"Please be gentle at first, honey," she pleaded while putting the head of my dick between the wet lips of her pussy. "It's been a long time for me, and you're such a big guy."

I felt Mrs Yates pulling me into her, her thighs parting wider as my cock slid into a tight and wet opening, and she was moaning while I kept probing deeper and deeper. Her pussy was like a vice as it clamped around my dick, and it almost seemed like I was tearing her insides up as I slid myself more than halfway in.

"Please... please," Mrs. Yates whimpered, tears trickling out of the corners of her eyes and down onto the pillow, while her hands went to my hips and guided me back and forth. 

Each time I went forward, I went deeper inside of her, and with every little thrust, Mrs. Yates kept acting crazier. Her mouth was open like she was screaming, but without making noise, and the veins in her neck were bulging as she arched her back.

Suddenly, she let out a howl that sent chills down my spine, and I felt the walls of her pussy try to crush my cock, which was almost all the way inside of her by then.

"Roxanne?" I asked, afraid that something was wrong.

Beneath me, Mrs. Yates was bucking like a bronco, almost like she was trying to throw me off of her, and her hands were now clawing at my arms and back while she wrapped her legs around me and squeezed.

As suddenly as it had begun, it ended. I felt her body go limp. Her pussy loosened up, and she sunk back down into the bedding. Her eyes were glassy and her face and neck was beet red as she looked up at me.

"So nice, honey - so nice," she whispered, running her hands up and down my scratched up arms and shoulders. "So very nice. You feel so good inside me."

I was now able to slide in and out of her pussy much easier, as it was so wet down there I could hear the sloppy sounds of my dick going in and out.

So that was how a woman looked when she had an orgasm, I thought to myself. How great was that - and to think I had something to do with it! Gaining confidence, I thrust in and out of her with long and deep strokes, and when Mrs. Yates grabbed my ass cheeks and began panting again, I felt my own orgasm coming.

I think she had a little orgasm, or maybe she was just trying to encourage me, but whichever it was, I felt my dick ejaculate into her, and she sighed in response to each time my dick jerked with the force of my orgasm.

After I came, I looked down and watched the sweat from my body dripping down on her, and so I rolled off to the side, hearing her sigh when my dead dick slipped out.

"That was wonderful," Mrs. Yates said, hugging me tightly to her. "You were amazing."

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Chapter Eighteen: Afterglow.

I looked over at my lover, who was staring up at the ceiling with a contented look on her face. Running my hands over her breasts, which still looked enormous despite her being on her back, and she clutched my hand and held it tight.

"Did you like it, Jeremy," Mrs. Yates asked as she rolled over onto her hip and faced me.

"It was the greatest thing in my life," I assured her. "Can we do it again?"

"Easy now, baby," she said with a chuckle. "Relax and enjoy the moment."

"Was it - was I - you know," I said, but my stammering was more from excitement than from nerves. "Did I do it okay?"

"Jeremy - nobody has ever made love with me any better than that."

"Really?" I asked, looking for a hint that she was putting me on.

"Really. I swear to you. I haven't had an orgasm like that in so long - I don't even remember," she said, kissing me on the nose. "You wanted me so badly that it made me so excited. You were so tender and caring that... what?"

Probably from the emotional roller coaster I had been on for the last hour or so, tears started pouring out of me yet again - tears of joy this time. I had so wanted the moment to be special, and knowing that it had been for both of us made it spectacular.

"Sorry," I sniffed, grinning so much my face hurt. "I'm just happy that I finally did something right for once in my life. Uh... can we?"

"Can we what? Oh gee - give me a little time to catch my breath," Mrs. Yates pleaded. "Besides, you're as limp as a dish rag."




The Other Side of the Window



She reached down and wiggled my flaccid tube, looking at me like I was nuts.

"I won't be for long," I promised her.

"Why am I not surprised?" she giggled.

"Let me massage the rest of you," I said, jumping out of the bed and grabbing the bottle of lotion, not wanting to waste a minute of my time with Roxanne.

"Okay, but do my back first," she said. "My front is worn out."

So for the next half hour I used up the rest of the Burt's Bees on Roxanne's back, getting to know those strong and shapely calves, her full yet surprisingly firm buttocks and her lightly freckled back and shoulders.

By the time I finished, and rolled Mrs. Yates over, my cock was swaying around like a diving board that somebody just jumped off of.

"Be gentle, honey," Roxanne said as she guided me inside of her, and when I saw her wince upon my entering her, I was as gentle as I could be.

My thrusts were slow and I didn't penetrate her all the way, and after a while I felt her start to respond. Her body quivered and her eyes rolled back into her head when she came this time, and after she came, she smiled at me and tried to get me to cum. She squeezed my cock tightly a couple of times, trying to get me off, but I just wanted to keep going.

"Does it hurt?" I asked while continuing to slide in and out of her.

"A little," she admitted, and then gave me devilish grin, reaching down and kneading my balls in an unsuccessful effort to get me off.

Putting her hands behind her head, she cackled devilishly while exposing her armpits to me.

"Let's see if you were kidding about liking - whoa!"

Mrs. Yates stopped talking when she saw my face contort while my cum spat out another load, hugging me close to her when I collapsed on top of her. She had discovered my Kryptonite, so to speak.

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Chapter Nineteen: The future.

I left in the middle of the night, only leaving when she told me I could come back the next night, and for the rest of the week I was a regular visitor to her house after dark. We did almost everything that a man and a woman could do to each other, with one exception.

"Not there, honey," Roxanne said, as she rebuffed my request for anal sex. "I hated it the times my ex-husband made me do it, and you're way bigger than he was."

I was enjoying the way that Roxanne would frequently mention the size of my dick, and while that may seem goofy to some people, if you have spent a lifetime being ridiculed for being short or skinny or dumb, you revel in hearing good things being said about you. I knew it wasn't all that huge either, but she probably knew how much I enjoyed hearing her say it.

While Roxanne remained steadfast in not allowing me to continue my education in her back door, she offered alternatives to me, and they were hardly consolation prizes, as they were spectacular experiences.

"You like the way this feels?" Roxanne said one night toward the end of the week, as she squeezed her breasts together while my dick slid back and forth in her deep cleavage.

"Arrgh!"

"That's it," she cackled as she lay on her back, watching the tip of my dick peek out around her collarbone. "You like that big cock of yours fucking my titties, don't you."

"Squeeze those jugs together tight for me!" I implored her, both of us having discovered earlier that night how much we liked talking dirty to each other, as if we needed even more inspiration. "I'm going to cum!"

Roxanne opened her mouth and tried to catch the jets of cum that shot out of her cavernous titty-vise, and she even caught part of one volley, with the rest splashing on her neck and face, causing us both to giggle.

She even got me off once by putting my dick under her arm and rubbing it into her pit hair, and the sight was so visually exciting to me that I didn't last more than 30 seconds.

Five nights in a row I went over there, and they were the most magical nights a guy could ever experience. I thought it might last forever, but it ended on Sunday night.

It wasn't anything I had done, but all of a sudden, Sunday evening she told me we had to end it.

"It's not right for me to be doing this with you," Mrs. Yates said solemnly as we sat at her kitchen table. "You should be looking for someone your own age."

I blame it on church - her visit. Maybe she went to confession or something, or she had a conversation with some jealous and dried up old bag. Whatever the reason, all of sudden she had changed from a wildcat to a prim and proper lady.

"Gee, just yesterday you handed me that note at work, and now you don't want to see me any more?"

The note, that she passed to me as I worked at the register, was a brief description on what she planned on doing to my cock later that night, and she had been true to her word. Now it was over?

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Chapter Twenty: The end.

"Yes, honey," Roxanne said. "Look - in no time at all you're going to end up with a girl your own age that you have things in common with, and I'll be just a memory. A good one, I hope, but a memory. There's no future in this for either of us."

"I want you," I told her. "I don't want some other girl."

"It was really fun, and you're an incredible lover - really," she said. "Look at what's happened to you in just a few days. You're no scared kid any longer. You've got confidence and you never stutter anymore. Now you need to take that attitude to the real world."

"Did somebody tell you to say that?" I asked. "It sounds like you memorized that as a speech or something."

"No," she said in an unconvincing tone. "I've been thinking about this all day."

"I bet I know what you spent the most time thinking about," I told her, my eyes locked onto hers, and while we stared at each other, my hand were busy down below.

"Look at it," I told Roxanne, my glance downward showing her the way.

My black sweatpants were down to my knees, and my cock was pointing straight at her. My hand was slowly stroking my swollen tool - something that she had said really turned her on - and while she shook her head no, her eyes never left my cock.

"You want it," I said, moving close to her while my hand brought hers down to my cock. "You want it as bad as I do. Look at it. Feel how hard it is."

"Please, Jeremy," Roxanne whimpered, her hand wrapping itself around me. "I really..."

"I'll bet you're dripping wet right now," I snapped. "Tell me you haven't daydreamed today about us. About me sucking on your tits, or about you giving me head, or about us doing it. Tell me you aren't wet, and I'll leave."

My hand went under her robe, and as I suspected, her bush was soggy around her sweet opening. I probed her while she kept moving her hand up and down my cock while shaking her head no.

"One more time," I hissed into her ear. "Please."

In the bedroom, I fucked Mrs. Yates. This was the first time that I fucked her. The rest of the times, we had made love. This time, I was not tender or caring. I was feeling sorry for myself and took it out on Roxanne.

I took her on the bed from behind, with her on all fours and me standing on the floor. As I spread her wide open, my eyes went first to her puckered anus, lightly ringed with hair, and I was tempted, but didn't.

Instead, I slid my cock into her tight pussy and slammed into her like there was no tomorrow, because for me there wasn't. I was like an animal - thrusting into Roxanne hard and fast. 

The noises that came out of me were that those of an animal - guttural grunts and growls that seemed so detached from the me I was used to being. The slapping of our bodies colliding sounded like thunder, and Roxanne's groans after each thrust were like exclamation points.

This positon was not one of my favorites for a couple of reasons; because I wasn't able to look at Roxanne's tits during the act, and because the way her pendulous breasts hung all the way down to the bedding made it hard for me to get a grip on them, but I knew it was one of her favorites.

Roxanne came - twice, The first time was one of her loud screaming orgasms where my cock would get crushed by her pussy. The second one was a weak and submissive one, and as she came, her knees and arms gave out on her, leaving her sprawled face down on the bed.

I came soon after that, having climbed up onto her limp body and mounted her before filling her pussy with my seed. As my cock deflated inside of Roxanne, I felt ashamed at what I had done, regardless of whether she had enjoyed it or not. It had been sex, but hadn't been love, and it was a new feeling for me. Not one that I enjoyed either.

"I'm sorry," I whispered into her ear, while putting my arms around her.

"Don't be," Roxanne said, returning my embrace and giving me a tight-lipped smile. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, honey. I know you care about me, and while you think it's love, most likely it isn't. You'll see."

She was right, of course. It didn't completely end either. I went over to her place a couple of times at night after that, whenever I would feel down or lonely, and the window was always unobstructed as she allowed me to look. She also motioned me in once, after I left a note on the window earlier that told her it was my 19th birthday, and probably for old times sake she gave me a birthday party to remember, but for all intents and purposes we were done that Sunday night.

I still see her from time to time, and we share our own special glances when we meet. I still see her naked whenever I look at her, and those magnificent breasts might as well be bare when my eyes go there. She still conceals them with loose fitting clothing that don't flatter her considerable assets in the least, and I would love to see her wear something that would draw attention to those charms - but I know what lies beneath.

I have a girlfriend now, and we have a good sex life. She's no Roxanne Yates, but she's okay. I'm an assistant manager at the store now, but I'm going to go to college next semester and try to make something more of myself. I guess a little confidence can do wonders for a guy.

Wherever I go and whatever I do, I know I'll never forget Roxanne Yates, and I'd like to think that she'll remember me for quite a while too.

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