Chapter 10


    “What are you doing?” I whisper to the window.


    Her hands slide over her breasts and my cock hardens at the sight of her. When her head tilts back, I


    know she’s enjoying the feel of her own skin, and I wonder if she’s thinking of me. She nces out her


    window, looking right at my room. My light is off so I know she can’t see me, but she’s looking. Is she


    hoping I’m watching? Is she hoping to see me too? Well, I’m watching, sexy girl, so give me a show.


    She knows her curtains are open. She knows someone might see her. Luckily, Sam’s room is on the


    other side of the house. She must know that, right? Did shee into my room? I picture her in here,


    looking through my things, rubbing herself against something that she thinks I might smell. Grinding


    against my pillow.


    Probably not, but the fantasy brings my body to life. I watch her touching, rubbing herself and I reach


    into my boxers, taking myself in my hand and start to rub. She turns her back to me. I can just see the


    swell of her hips but nothing below. From this angle it looks as though she’s not wearing panties. She


    reaches behind her back, unhooking her bra. It drops to the ground.


    I’m fully erect, my cock so hard it aches. I jerk it harder, resting my other hand on the windowsill to hold


    myself up. She’s doing something with her hand in front of her. Has it slipped between her legs? I don’t


    know, but again, I tell myself that’s what she’s doing. Beating faster, I’m almost there, my breath


    rushing from my lungs, balls tightening. It’sing, that pressure, the buildup before the explosion.


    Stroking, stroking, until finally release.


    I lean against the edge of the window, trying to catch my breath. After cleaning up the mess, I watch


    her until she puts on her nightgown and the light goes off, then I flop back in bed and finally fall asleep.


    3


    Remy


    Last night while I was in my room I felt as though I were being watched. I don’t know if it was Deacon,


    but I hope it was. I made sure to stand exactly where I knew he’d be able to see me. If I’d have known


    for sure, I would’ve shown him more skin. But on the off chance I was facing Sam’s room, I didn’t want


    toe off vulgar. The curtains were just open enough to where it might’ve looked like they came apart


    by mistake, and I didn’t make it entirely obvious I was touching myself. Just hinted at it.


    The thought of being watched was so thrilling. I’ve never been that reckless before. It felt good.


    Unable to sleep well since Deacon moved back in next door, I go downstairs, sit at the kitchen, swirling


    cream and sugar into my coffee. I can’t stop thinking about him and how close we came to kissing.


    What more could’ve happened between us had Sam not walked in? Much more, I’m sure. We might’ve


    even gone for the gold, having wild, passionate sex right there in Sam’s house. He would’ve lost his


    mind had that happened. I can’t help butugh when picturing his red face, blood pressure boiling over


    as he walked in on us, the scent of our lovemaking filling the air.


    I still can’t believe Deacon’s into me. All those years pining for him, picturing what it would be like to be


    with him, fantasizing about him falling in love with me. Then he moved away and I lost all hope. After


    he left I went on a few dates with boys my own age. I even liked one of them. His name was Trevor. He


    was tall with dirty blonde hair and light green eyes. He could’ve been Deacon at a younger age, they


    were so simr in looks. He liked me too and the rtionship was going somewhere. He would climb


    the side of my house and sneak into my room nearly every night just to make out, never pushing me to


    go further than I wanted to. We talked about traveling to Europe after graduation, and he was exciting.


    yedcrosse and rode dirt bikes. So different from me. I was a home body. I liked homework and


    reading and fantasizing about things most girls my age never really thought about, like having a family


    and settling down.


    I thought maybe an adventure was what I needed. How would I really know what I wanted from my


    future unless I got out and experienced other things?


    One night, at a party, Trevor and I almost went all the way. We were kissing, fondling each other. Our


    clothes were off. Hey on top of me, rubbing against me and it felt amazing. I was even excited to lose


    my virginity. At the time I thought that’s what made a girl a woman, and I really wanted to be a woman.


    But just as we were about to take our rtionship to the next step, I thought about Deacon. In my head


    it was Deacon’s hands all over me, his lips kissing me, his body against mine. I felt so guilty because


    not once did I ever think about Trevor during that time. It wasn’t fair to him, to be thinking about another


    man while we were about to have sex for the first time. I stopped him from going any further and ended


    up breaking up with him the next day. The entire reason our rtionship even existed in the first ce


    was because he looked like Deacon. It was wrong. The whole thing was just messed up. That was a


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