Astronomy geek turns voyeur, and discovers a busty classmate’s bedroom window. By Millsy for Literotica Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I lived at the top end of the village, my bedroom overlooking the main road and, of all things, a cemetery across the other side. Beyond that was the mountain that separated our valley from the next one across, so you’d think this was not exactly the ideal domain for somebody who held an unhealthy interest in space and astronomy while he was growing up. What we did have, though, was a loft conversion with two large windows - one on each side - that tilted open so you had a clear and unobstructed view of most of the night sky from inside the house. While most people had to put their stargazing telescopes outside in the garden, mine was up there in the loft warm and dry all year round. It was a nice ‘scope with a  250x magnification. What that means is that something five hundred feet away would seem almost within touching reach of you as you gazed at it. I don’t know how much it cost - £300, £400 maybe - as it was part of a long stream of space related Christmas presents that spanned several years from when I was 8 or 9 years old to the time that this tale relates to, when I was a nineteen year old getting ready to graduate from sixth form with my A levels and go to university. Water rockets, star charts, planetarium balls, computers and cameras had for years been my birthday and Christmas presents, and while the telescope was still a few years old, it was my most prized possession. And not just because you could see details of the moon’s rugged terrain with it, or make out the shape of the horsehead nebula in the constellation Sagittarius. Oh no. Since I had become sexually aware it had quite often been turned away from the night sky, and tilted much more earthward as a growing curiosity of not only what was above me, but also what was around me, began to plague my imagination. It had started with furtive spying on other kids playing on the mountainside, lighting fires with stolen matches, on older teens drinking and snogging and touching each other up supposedly out of sight of the village and their parents. Then once that had paled it had turned even more ground-ward in search of voyeuristic delights. As I lived at the top end of the village the loft had a commanding view across the large, rectangular plot of allotments that lay behind our house. Around these allotments were other houses, all tightly packed terraced dwellings arranged around the perimeter of the allotments that took about ten minutes to walk around with my dog in the mornings. From the loft, with the telescope angled below the horizontal, I could see inside peoples’ gardens, kitchens, bathrooms and, obviously, bedrooms. The angles limited exactly what you could see, but with many houses I had what could be considered a fairly interesting view. That’s when I fell in lust with Rebecca. Rebecca was like me; imperfect. I was skinny, geeky by nature, more interested in technology and astronomy than playing football and rugby and would rather be out with a radio controlled car than a pushbike. Rebecca was a little overweight - though certainly nowhere near obese - and spent most of her spare time in her bedroom either playing The Sims on her computer or wiling away the nights on the internet. I knew this because I could see her through the telescope. I didn’t have a full view of her bedroom, but I got enough of an angle on her room that I could see her desk and dressing table, and maybe a third of the bottom of her bed. It was a bit of a mess, with clothes scattered everywhere, books and papers and hair care containers all over the place, but that was no different to my own. Occasionally mine was tidied, usually shortly after my parents had gone ballistic on me, but more often than not it looked little better than Bex’s. I didn’t notice after a while, though, because all I was interested in was her. The lens no longer looked out into space, but deep into Bex’s bedroom. She was a little younger - not by much, though, and had long black hair, most often tied up in a ponytail, and pale milky skin because like me she would rather stay indoors than go out. I don’t suppose she had many friends - I never saw anyone else in her room while I was spying on her - and her habit of locking herself up inside rather than going out probably contributed to not just her pale complexion, but also the extra pounds that she carried. Don’t get me wrong here, Rebecca was not a fat girl, but she did carry that extra baggage that comes with growing up and it hadn’t burned off due to the lack of exercise that her internet regimen dictated. She had also been one of the b-grade pupils through her years in comprehensive school, and that’s why I hadn’t noticed her before - we shared no common classes. Pupils were segregated into achievers and under-achievers from the age of thirteen, but Rebecca had clearly worked hard to move out of the lower band and into the uppers, which I reckoned might also help to explain her lack of close friends. She had outgrown her old ones by leaving them behind in their second grade classes, and the ones in the upper band had their own cliques and she hadn’t found a way to be included in those. As is common with some overweight girls, her face was rounded and relatively plain. Soft. When you looked closer - as I did on the bus on the way in to school every day and during Math which was the single cross-over lesson that we both endured together, you could see that beneath the puppy fat there was a very pretty face waiting to break out. Most don’t notice these things normally, but when you begin to really focus on somebody the potential becomes so apparent that you wonder why the rest of the world doesn’t see it. What attracted me to Rebecca, though, was not so much the awareness of how this girl could grow into a good looking woman, but that her secrets were every bit as dark as mine. You see, the telescope showed me things about her that you would never normally imagine. It started when I was scanning the back bedrooms of the houses that overlooked the allotments, hoping to find a couple going at it like rabbits with the lights on and the curtains wide open - something that had happened just twice in about three years of below the horizon stargazing. Then one evening my lens settled on the glow of Becca’s computer screen, and her profile highlighted in off-white light in the darkness as she MSN’d to complete strangers with her right hand while she felt her own boobs up with her left. My God that got me so hard it was painful, even though all I could see was a ghostly hand moving over her bra as the position of her desk and chair in relation to my view was at a bit of a difficult angle. I couldn’t make out what she was typing, or who she was typing to, but I could see from the images that flashed up on her screen exactly what the subject matter was, and that made my stiff meat harder still. Men were sending her grainy photographs of their cocks, and while they did that she was navigating through an array of folders and pulling up mobile phone pictures of her own hidden treasures. On one occasion I watched her spread her legs and put the mobile down there, before plugging the phone into her computer and uploading a beautiful picture of her fur lined pussy being invaded by a dainty finger, relaying it then on to some unknown lucky bastard over the broadband. She was very careful not to show her face on-line, but her tits and fanny were flaunted to all comers with wanton abandon. I longed for her MSN address as I watched her on those rare occasions when she was online and hadn’t closed the blinds, my own hand working my hardness slowly as image after image of hard dicks and gaping pussies flashed up on her screen. Sometimes images of women with cocks in their mouths or men fucking away at their engorged, distended cunts made it up onto the monitor as anonymous wankers from all around the world traded dirty photographs with the object of my secret obsession, while I in turn wanked myself off into the microfiber cloths that I used to polish the lenses on my telescope. All the while she sat there, leaning into the screen as she sent and received photographs, her hands working on her tits or moving purposefully between her thighs and out of sight to me. We wanked together, Becca and I, though she knew naught of me, remaining blissfully unaware of my hard, erect manhood being stroked in rigid salute of her as she laughed and sighed in a world of her own until my semen spurted into a cloth, often catching me by surprise as I watched her bare legs and feet propped up on the edge of her desk as she leaned back in her chair, the laptop showing a webcam of some stranger also wanking himself off as she chatted over MSN with him before the days of Skype made typing old hat. How I longed to hear her voice whispering those fuck-me lines, encouraging me to pump my cock harder, to spurt my semen over her full teenaged tits or her open slit, wet and slippery from having just been fingered by red painted nails. I lay awake at night long after she had switched off and gone to sleep herself, replaying the images in my mind, my eyes closed as her husky, lust laden voice urged me to finger her, to eat her out, to ram my hard cock inside her, to flood her womb with my seed or spill it down her gulping throat. I showered every single morning, desperately trying to think of an angle that could get me closer to her as I readied for school, paying more attention to my appearance than I had ever done in my life, depleting Lynx shower gel bottles at an alarming rate and going through a tube of toothpaste a week. Then one day in Math class when I was trying to conceal a raging hard-on beneath my desk, it suddenly came to me. This was the last lesson of the day, yet it was only lunch time. Normally I’d walk the four miles home instead of waiting for the bus, but most people that lived our way either spent the afternoon in the sixth form common room or in the library. So this time I stayed behind, leaving my bewildered friends to walk home without me, claiming that I was staying behind because I was having trouble with one of my subjects. I looked for Rebecca in the common room, found it deserted, then after lunch break I wandered into the library. She was there, and she gave me nothing more than a cursory glance as I entered the room. I left it five minutes, thumbing my way through the shelves of books, before finally plucking up the courage to sit opposite her at the table as she worked away at an assignment that she had been given while waiting for the bus to pick her up at the end of the day. She looked up at me, her eyes reflecting annoyance and a little bewilderment that of all the seats and tables in the near deserted library I could have chosen to sit at I chose the one opposite her. “ Hiya Rebecca. I’m sorry to be a bother, but did you get those equations in math at all?” “What do you mean?” “I just didn’t understand how you get the answer from the question. I’m probably just being thick, but the workings out didn’t seem to take me to the answer that everybody else was getting.” “Probably,” she laughed. I was captivated already, I just hoped it didn’t show too obviously. "It all seemed pretty easy to me.” “Could you show me,” I asked, and pulled out the work that I had done in the class and deliberately got wrong, having carefully made the same mistake on each of the sample equations that we had been given. "Ah, I can see what you’ve done..,” She said after she’d studied my work, then she proceeded to patiently explain to me exactly where I ’d screwed up. "That’s it,” I asked, still playing my role as class dunce. "That’s it. Easy,” She exclaimed. "Well, thanks very much for walking me through that. I can’t afford to screw up this close to the exams. Not with uni on the line.” And from there the conversation blossomed. I told her my hopes and ambitions, why math and physics were so important to my future plans while I worked towards an astrophysics degree, and she shared her dreams of working in investments and banking, and I bought her a can of coke from the common room dispensing machine as we wasted the rest of the afternoon while waiting for the bus home. I helped with her assignment as best I could, which basically meant that I held her up for a couple of hours, then when the bus arrived I made a point of sitting beside her on the way home. As we disembarked at the end of the ten minute journey, I gave her my thanks once again, then went to walk home. She turned away and headed to her half of the village without even a backward glance at me, so I did an about face called out to her. “Becca, what are you doing tonight?” “Why,” She asked suspiciously as I walked back up to her, setting my bag on the floor between us. ” I’ve had a good time this afternoon, and I was wondering if you fancied, well, I don’t know…. going out and doing something.“ "Are you asking me out,” She blushed as the bus pulled off noisily. "Well, yeah. I guess I am. I know I’m not the greatest catch for a girl, and I won’t be at all offended if you turned me down - I expect you’ve got much better things to do than waste your time on me,” I said, and I said it honestly. I’d had dark dreams of blackmailing her with spreading her secret if she refused to go out with me, but those ideas were quickly squashed once I’d spent a little time with her. If it wasn’t going to work, then I’d just keep on secretly using her as my masturbatory muse. I held my breath as I waited for her answer. She seemed to be weighing me up, unsure which way to lean, then after what felt like an eternity but were probably just a few seconds she asked; ” What you got in mind?“ I didn’t have anything in mind, actually. My mind was a total blank. ” Pictures,” I blurted. “What’s on?” “I haven’t a clue,” I admitted. And from there it began. That night we caught a movie, and I didn’t even hold her hand as I walked her home from the bus stop. She leaned against the doorway of her house as I said goodnight, and I hesitantly leaned forward. Even in the dark I could see her go red, but her eyes fluttered closed and that was all the invitation that I needed. Our lips touched, and I briefly entertained the notion of sliding my tongue between her lips, but her mouth refused to part when I pressed harder so I consciously held ba ck until we broke apart. "I’m sorry,” I mumbled. ” It just happened. I couldn’t help myself.“ "I’ll see you tomorrow,” She murmured, then she opened her door and disappeared inside. It slammed behind her. I ran home through the dark alley that bordered the allotments and the backs of the houses, not caring if I trod in dog shit as I bombed through the lane. I kicked off my shoes in the hallway and poked my head through the living room door, saying; ” Hello, and goodnight,” to my parents who were up watching something on TV, then I careered up the two flights of stairs to the loft, threw the window open, and trained my telescope on Becca’s bedroom. All was darkness. Obviously she was still downstairs, so I waited impatiently. It took about ten minutes, but soon Rebecca’s room was bathed in the yellow glow from the landing as she went in and then the room lit up as she turned on the light. I saw her walk past her desk, still wearing the jeans and black top that she had worn to the cinema with me and my cock jerked alive when she slowly lifted the black silk garment over her head, her back turned to me. I saw her back split horizontally by the white line of her bra strap, and then she turned out the lights. With no street lighting at the backs of the houses everything was pitch dark, and after ten minutes I realised that she had gone to sleep and wouldn’t be turning on her PC for some anonymous roleplay. I didn’t know whether to feel disappointed or not. On the one hand I would have loved to see her feeling herself up after being so close to her all night, but on the other hand I was happy that the one kiss we had shared was enough to send her to sleep and possibly fuel her own fantasies. Perhaps she was even rubbing herself beneath the sheets in the darkness. I closed the window, crept down to my room, and dreamed of Rebecca. I made myself deliberately late for the bus the next day, making sure that everybody else had got on while I ran to catch it, last aboard. I caught her eye as I showed my pass to the driver, and she looked away somewhat coyly as if embarassed about the previous night and my amateurish attempt at kissing her. She was sat next to the window and the seat beside her was taken by her bag. I stopped at my friends, and had never been so glad to see that they hadn’t kept a seat for me, and we chatted for a minute as the bus pulled off. The driver shouted at me to sit, so I did, moving up the bus and away from my friends, after asking Rebecca if it would be ok to sit there. She slid her bag off the seat next to her and I sat down. “About last night,” I began. "Nothing needs to be said,” She interrupted me. "It was a nice night out. I had a good time.” “And the kiss?” “I’ve had better,” She admitted, grinning in a somewhat mischievous way. "Is that a challenge,” I asked. "Cuz I hope it is.” Her fingers moved across, furtively touching mine as she glanced past me to make sure nobody was watching. I curled my fingers around hers and slid a little closer, our hands now hidden between our thighs. With my other hand I pulled a small scrap of paper out of my breast pocket and handed it to her. Home number, mobile number, email and AIM address, and also my newly created MSN messenger account. The day passed slower than any other day in the history of days had ever passed before. After tea I went to the loft and switched on my laptop. There was no MSN invite waiting for me, so I quickly lined up the 'scope on Rebecca’s room to confirm that she was not there and her computer was off. For the next hour I played some Quake, then when I logged off that and logged back on to MSN there was an invite waiting for me. I quickly confirmed it, sending a 'hi’ as well, and took a furtive glance through the telescope, finding Rebecca sat at her desk, PC on, doing what I assumed to be homework. I watched her expertly ALT-TAB out of her MS Access screen and got a quick one word hello in reply. “Whatcha doing tonight,” I asked. "English. I suck at it big time,” She shot back. "I don’t have any work to do, but I hear my kissing needs practice,” I replied, closing the message with a wink emote. This time there was a lengthy pause, before she lolled back. I noticed that her status was still 'offline’, so obviously she didn’t want her cyber-boyfriends interrupting her while she did her assignments, but had made herself available for me. This I took to be a very good sign, so I pushed my luck as far as I dared. ” Is that all you’re doing tonight?“ "Gotta get it finished. What you up to?” “Waiting for it to get dark.” “Why? What happens when it gets dark,” My screen flashed up. "The stars come out.” “Pardon?” “I told you in the common room that I stargaze when I’m bored. Want to come across later and have a look?” This time the answer took a long time coming. I watched intently through the telescope as I waited for the audio tone that told me I had an incoming message, watching Rebecca hesitate over the keyboard as she mulled over a response. “Isn’t it too cloudy,” She tried stalling. "Weather channel says it’ll be clear overhead by nine. You’ve got plenty of time to get bored of that assignment, then you can come over here and I’ll show you my stuff.” “Stuff?” “My telescope and some of the photos I’ve taken. It’s not as boring as it sounds, honest!” “Hmm… let me be the judge of that,” She lolled back. ” I’ll msn when I’m leaving. You can meet me halfway.“ Yes! I punched the air, and I watched her through her blinds for the rest of the evening, stroking myself through my jeans as she crisscrossed her room from wardrobe to dresser in nothing but a bra and white knickers as she tried on various garments until she was happy with the way she looked. Tonight it was black jeans and a red v-neck sweater. She spent a lot of time on her hair, wearing it down and tousled instead of tied back in her usual severe manner - the same as she did when she was pretend fucking over the internet - and she also took extra care over her make-up, but went relatively light on the lip gloss. She hadn’t done any cybersex since I’d started hitting on her as far as I could tell, so I hoped she was getting extra horny as a result. If I went two nights without jacking off I’d be ready for anything, and I hoped that principle applied to girls as well as guys. I watched her as she typed an 'On My Way’ into MSN and acknowledged it at my end before heading out into the street. I was outside her front porch before she’d even opened the door, then out she came. "I like your hair that way,” I smiled as I walked her to my house, then let my hand brush against hers as we rounded the corner into the darkened alleyway. At the second brushing of our hands I curled my fingers around her thumb and pulled her hand into mine. She didn’t object. "Taking a friend up the loft,” I called through the living room door as I led Rebecca along the hall way and up the stairs. The steps to the loft were difficult, as they were recessed and staggered, so I coached Rebecca through the motions, staying as close behind her as possible just in case she slipped off the narrow steps. She smelled of almonds, and I put my hand on her hip to help steady her as she climbed awkwardly to the top of the house. I turned on the lights when we reached the top step and moved around her, opening the window that looked out over the front of the house and the cemetery. The telescope had already been hastily moved over to that side after she’d messaged me that she was ready - it was heavy but it only took a few seconds to move it into place in the narrow loft. I walked her through the photos that I had tacked to the walls, then when I was running out of cool sounding explanations of exactly what the dots that she was looking at were, I trained the telescope with a practiced hand onto the crab nebula in the constellation of Taurus. "That’s what it looked like 6500 years ago, because that’s how long it takes the light to get here from there,” I guided her into position over the eyepiece, one hand on her hip and the other steering her hand to the focus dial. "Just turn this knob if the image isn’t sharp, and be careful not to jog the telescope or the image may disappear completely.” “How do you take the photographs?” “The eyepiece unscrews and I have a camera adaptor. I can also plug it directly into the computer with a digital camera. I’m a proper geek. In geek classes I’m untouchable. I know more than the teachers.” She laughed her cute and sexy laugh as I turned out the lights, plunging the room into instant and almost total darkness. “That better,” I asked. "Oh yes,” She replied. "It’s so much clearer now.” I let her gaze at the night sky for a minute or two, talking her through the dials so that she could swing it around the sky looking at other stars and the moon, then when she pulled back from the telescope I put my hands on her hips and we faced each other. “You didn’t ask me here to play with your toys, did you,” She said reprovingly. "Tell me you didn’t come here to play with my toys,” I challenged back as I drew her closer. Our faces were just inches apart in the darkness. "I didn’t come here to play with your toys,” I heard. "What did you come for,” I murmured as I allowed my closed lips to brush briefly over hers. "You know why I came,” She answered demurely, pulling away an inch. "Tell me,” I whispered as my hand slid up and down the curve of her side. "Tell me what you want from me tonight,” I said, my voice almost inaudible as I moved my lips to her ear, my hand now sweeping her cascading hair out of the way. "Tell me what you want me to do.” When she spoke it was almost a groan, as if I was forcibly tearing the words from her body. “Kiss me,” She whispered as my lips lightly brushed her ear. I closed my hands around the back of her head and turned her face to mine. My lips pressed softly against hers, then I pressed a little harder, parting them when the contact was firm enough that I knew that hers would part, too. I wasn’t exactly green at this. I’d had girlfriends before that I’d gone as far as open mouthed snogging with, but not for a while, and when her lips parted I slid my tongue inside her mouth. It was mint, and it was hot and cool at the same time, and my hands slipped down her back to the base of her spine, insistently pulling her forward onto me, her heavy breasts squashed against my chest while my fingers settled on the waistband of her jeans and pulled her closer still. Conscious of my growing hard-on, and also a little embarrassed at it, I wormed my tongue deeper into her mouth. Now she fought back, her own tongue sliding over mine, around mine, under mine, darting past my own teeth as we feasted upon each other. I knew she could feel the hardness of my cock against her belly and I didn’t care. I wanted her to be fully aware of the state of arousal that she was putting me in, wanted her to understand that the physiology could not be denied, that what she was doing to me was making me harder than I had ever been. I did it shamelessly, and my hands moved to her ass cheeks, stroking them gently, absently, while our tongues still battled for dominance. We broke for air. Then we plunged in again, just as intensely as before, and as my hands began to press more firmly against the flesh of her backside, she dropped her hands down my back to my own butt. We crushed our groins together as we kissed. Was this too much, too soon I wondered? I didn’t care. I was nineteen, she was eighteen and this was the first time I’d had my hands on a girl’s ass in my life, the first time my cock had been pulled into firm contact with the belly of any woman. Her hands were digging into my ass cheeks, pulling them up and down as we swayed in the small room. I pressed her against the wall in an effort to stabilize things and prevent us from falling over as we got more carried away, and she broke away from me in a desperate search for breath. I moaned softly, then I moved my hands up to her hair, grasping a hand full of the lustrous black strands, and felt her mouth close over mine again, her tongue forcing past mine, almost pushing me back. I fought against her, trying to keep her pinned against the wall, and eventually she gave up and sucked hungrily on my tongue. "Tell me what you want from me tonight,” She whispered as her hands pressed against my chest and pushed me away. "Tell me why you brought me here,” She asked again. "I have,” I murmured. "That was everything I ever dreamed of. Intense. Arousing. I have no idea how we can better that without going too far too soon and risking spoiling everything. I want more, but I don’t want to risk having nothing by pressing for more right now,” I admitted. This was going forward far quicker than I had ever anticipated. From her point of view it had been just two days and I was ready to rip her clothes off and kiss every last inch of her body. There was no way she could have known that for months all I had thought of was this moment and how it would come about. "Come on, then,” She smiled, reaching for my hand. "Walk me home.” “Already,” I said, wincing at the naked disappointment in my words. She stepped in close to me again and we fell into each other, all hands and lips and tongues. I wanted to touch her breasts, squeeze them together and run my fingers over her nipples. They were already hard - I could feel them through her bra, her blouse and my own shirt - but I didn’t dare. I didn’t want her to think that I thought she was easy, so the next half hour passed with snogging, more than a little ass feeling, and a sensuous dry grinding of our pelvises against each other before I finally relented and walked her back to her place, my jaw aching a little from the exertion it had been put through. To be continued.. By Millsy for Literotica The Virgo Constellation: Part 2 Virgo’s desired damsel gives a surprise ‘window-cam’ private performance for him. By Millsy for Literotica We snogged on her doorstep again, and when she disappeared inside I ran home, straight back up to the loft, and trained the telescope on her bedroom window. Tonight she stood in front of the computer desk with the bedroom light on, facing the window, and unbuttoned her blouse, peeling it off her shoulders in one smooth shrug and allowing it to drop to the floor behind her. She was standing there in jeans and her straining white bra, and I unzipped my trousers and awkwardly pulled out my stiff and aching cock as she reached behind her to unclasp her bra. I saw her big tits full frontal then for the first time, and I watched rapt as her hands cupped them, thumbs stroking the still hard nipples in exactly the way that I had wanted to touch her just moments before as she closed her eyes and licked her lips. Did she know, I wondered, that I was watching her? Was this a show? Had she twigged that the second loft window, the one that I hadn’t let her look through in the telescope gave me an unobstructed view of her window? Or was she just doing what she liked to do, touching herself up after she was turned on, whether by the strangers on the internet or by what we had done tonight, and had simply forgotten to close her blinds? Did it matter, I asked myself as my hard cock jerked again at the sight of her unbuttoning her jeans, unzipping them, easing them down past her hips, her panties inadvertently coming down her legs with them. The triangle of her pubic mound stared me in the face, then disappeared as she bent forward, eclipsed for several seconds by her hanging tits as she stepped out of her jeans. I swallowed as she stood again, now totally naked, and she threw her long black hair back over her head and put one foot up on the foot of the bed. I watched her hand slide between her legs and hug her crotch, watched it move up and down as she rubbed herself, watched her pinching her teats with her other hand as she closed her eyes and fantasized about fucking me. Did she know I was here with my cock in my hand, wanking slowly? Did she know that we were right at that moment doing exactly what she did with her internet lovers, that I could see her the through the telescope the way that she could see the webcam cocks that had gotten her off so often in the past? Then she turned and touched the keyboard of her PC, and the monitor sprang to life. She sat down still naked at the desk and typed away. My laptop burbled a warning of an incoming message. "What are you doing,” called the screen. "Thinking about you,” I replied. "That’s sweet,” She responded. "Are you busy tomorrow night?” “Nothing planned,” I fired back. "Come over at eight?” “Love to. Can I ask you something?” “Of course,” Rebecca replied. "Can you send me a photo of you?” She lolled a reply, asking me if I’d forgotten what she looked like already, then I watched her browse through a folder before forwarding me a small 100k jpeg. When I opened it I saw a picture that she’d obviously taken with her mobile by simply holding it out in front of her and guessing. It was skewed and grainy, but the more I saw of her the better looking she seemed to be getting. “I like that one,” I thanked her. "I chose one of the better ones. I don’t seem to be very photogenic, to be honest. Then she warned; “Now, no jerking off over it. I know what you boys are like.” In a way I was shocked at the way she just blurted that out, but one thing I was learning about Rebecca was that she had a very mischievous sense of humor and wasn’t afraid to use either innuendo or overt and frank sexual language. “Well I’m completely flabbergasted at your tone,” I sent back. "As if I would do something like that? Bloody good idea, by the way. See you on the bus.” “Good night,” Came back, then we both shut down our screens more or less simultaneously. I watched her for a while longer as she sat naked at her desk, exploring the drawer. After a moment out came a shocking pink colored tube that it took me a few seconds to recognize as a vibrator. She slipped it into her mouth and turned out the light.” “No,” I silently screamed, denied the delicious sight of her spearing her pussy with that sex toy, then my cum sprayed all over the floor, catching me completely by surprise. I was late again for the bus, but this time when I boarded there was a youngster sitting next to her. I put my bag on a seat that a friend had kept for me, then I quickly moved back down the bus before the driver pulled away from the bus stop. I leaned over the third former sitting next to Rebecca and kissed her hard on the mouth for a full five seconds before winking and returning to my seat before the driver yelled at me again. I left her red faced, while some of the younger kids whooped and laughed. I did it purely because I didn’t want her to think that I was keeping our relationship secret. I didn’t care who knew I was seeing her, though I had no way of knowing at the time that this act would see me suspended from school in the lunch break. "Morning,” I grinned at my mate Steve. "What the fuck was that,” He asked. "You and Rebecca Lewis?” “And why the fuck not,” I said, still grinning. "What-the-fuckever, dude,” Steve shrugged. "Didn’t think she was your type.” “What is my type?” “Dunno, just thought you went for more skinny girls than her. Girls more like your size. You usually do when we’re out.” “And where exactly has that gotten me in the last, oh, three years?” “Hey, I’m not judging, man. If that’s how it is then you go for it and don’t listen to what anybody else says,” Steve went defensive. Mark, another friend, leaned across the aisle and said with a wink; "Ignore him, he’s just jealous. As he should be. He hasn’t snogged a girl since his great aunt Mildred on his twelfth birthday.” “Fuck you,” Steve gave him the finger as the rest of us laughed. The incident that triggered the suspension happened in lunch break when another sixth former caught up with me while I was sat in the dining hall by myself minding my own business with a paperback. I knew the guy, he was lower sixth, fresh in, and a bit of an asshole. Bigger than me, as were most people near my age, and uglier. Which is saying something, believe me. "Becky Lewis,” He asked. "No, my name’s Chris,” I deadpanned. "And it’s none of your business.” "No need to be a twat. I’m doing you a favor.” “Oh?” “She’s used. Been fucked before. I’ve had her,” He said, leaning in closer. "Just thought you should know.” “So? What makes you think I give a shit,” I stood up, fists clenching at my sides. People were watching now, heads turned by the beginnings of a commotion. "It’s still none of your fucking business, so piss off. Who’s being the twat now? Just because you say you had her first you have to show off to everybody who she goes out with in the future? What a fucking loser you are. What did she do, dump you because you were crap between the sheets and now you’re carrying a grudge? Grow the fuck up, you pathetic jackass,” I didn’t realise my voice was getting louder, but I saw the punch coming a mile away when his right shoulder bulged. I stepped inside and head butted him full in the face. Fuck it hurt. But he was on the floor with blood streaming down his face from his nose while a chorus of 'Oh’s sounded throughout the hall. "Don’t bother getting up,” I spat at him as I walked away. "I’ll just put you back down again. Count yourself lucky I don’t fucking piss on you.” Needless to say I was in the head teacher’s office before lessons began and my mother was picking me up in the car before two. “Don’t worry about it,” she said after I’d explained everything. They won’t keep you out for long. They know you are an easy four A-levels for their league table. You’ll be back in on Monday,” And that was it. I expected a huge bawling out over ruining my chances of going to university, but all my father did was laugh himself silly at the big purple and yellow bruise growing on my forehead and making me look like one of Star Trek’s Klingons. At eight I turned up on Rebecca’s doorstep and she was furious. "So what the hell happened in school today?” “That jerk was dissing you, so I put him on the floor. No big deal,” I shrugged as I stood out in the drizzle. "Are you going to let me in or are we going out?” “You got suspended over me? Jesus, you’re even dumber than I thought you were,” She shook her head. "Get inside before I change my mind.” She closed the door behind me and led me into the lounge. “So what the hell happened between you and Clive?” “Clive? That’s his name? He just came up to me and started bragging that he’d slept with you. Then when I gave him a bit of verbal back he took a swing at me, missed, and I Glasgow-kissed him on the nose with my head. No big deal.” “It is a fucking big deal when you get yourself suspended. Jesus. Why the fuck didn’t you just ignore him?” “He didn’t look like he wanted to be ignored. Honestly, I think he still fancies you and was trying to put me off by talking shit about you.” “And?” “Well, I’m here aren’t I?” She shook her head in disbelief. “He never slept with me,” She explained, slumping down on the sofa. I sat opposite her in an armchair. "We just fucked once, that’s all.” That was a bit of a hammer to the balls, I must admit. Obviously you can’t go through life thinking every girl you meet is going to be a virgin when she falls into your arms, but I had always thought that my first time would at least be with another virgin. “Look,” she carried on. "I hope you don’t think that I’ve been mummy’s little angel all my life, because I haven’t. A couple of years ago I ended up getting mixed up in the wrong crowd with a friend who dragged me along because I had money for booze. We did a little drinking, got a little crazy, one thing led to another and before I knew it was all over and I was walking home crying all alone. It wasn’t how I wanted my first time to be, it wasn’t how any girl would want her first time to be, but sometimes shit happens.” “There’s no need to explain. It’s not important.” “Yes it is,” she interrupted. "Not to me.” “Well, it is to me. Look, I don’t know how long we’re going to last. We might not even make it through the next hour, but I don’t want there to be any secrets, so that if some shithead like Clive starts telling tales you’ll at least know the truth from the bull, ok?” “Fair enough,” I accepted, and leaned forward to listen to her. "About two years ago, after I’d moved up from lower band to upper band, I was losing all my friends and had no new ones to replace them. Nobody wanted to know me because all the clever girls assumed I was still thick. It’s why I’ve put on weight - I stopped going out altogether and spent almost all my time studying and playing games on the web,” I almost asked her what sort of games, but didn’t think that this was the right time for that. "I got lazy, and comfort ate. I’m working my way out of it, but it’s not easy. There was one girl that I used to bother with when I visited my grandmother, and while my gran was looking after me overnight when my parents went away for the weekend I went to a small house party with this girl and some of her friends. There were about a dozen of us - five girls, seven or eight boys, and there was booze. Some of us got tipsy, some of us got drunk. Then my friend said it was time to play dice and would I play. When I asked her how to play, she told me. "Each of us took a number - one to six for boys, and one to six for girls. Then there was a list of 'tasks’ for the third roll of the dice. The first roll and second roll paired a girl up with a boy, and the third was for what they then did with each other. I said no at first, but when they started playing I ended up watching and after a while the drink sort of took over and I offered to be number five for the girls. The tasks weren’t all that big a deal, except for the six. Handjobs, fingerfucks, blowjobs, all that kind of stuff. I gotta admit that I got pretty turned on watching these impromptu couples making out. Anyway, the dice rolled and sooner or later my number came up. Then the dice rolled again and Clive’s number came up. And the bastard groaned. I always hated him for that, and that was when I weighed more than a stone less than I do now. On the third roll came the six, and that’s when they all started chanting 'fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!’ "Like I said, I was pretty blasted, and before I knew it I ended up on the floor with my skirt pulled up over my waist and Clive just did me. It’s still all a blur in my mind. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t raped and I don’t have nightmares about it. I went into that dice game with eyes wide open and fully aware of what the risks were and what might happen, but that’s the first and the last time that I’ve done anything with a guy until you kissed me on Monday. The first time was painful, was over in thirty seconds, and I’m not making that up, and afterward I just got up and walked out, ashamed of myself. I haven’t spoken to any of them since. It was one of the most hateful, disappointing ways to lose your virginity that you could possibly imagine, but what’s done is done. You’re the first person I’ve told and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t spread it around, okay?” “I wouldn’t do that. And I’m sorry. If I’d known the truth I’d have just laughed at the little prick instead of flattening him. He was trying to make himself out as some kind of stud,” Rebecca showed me a curled little finger that signified what she thought of Clive’s manhood, and we both burst out laughing, Rebecca somewhat nervously with a moist look in her eyes. "Look, I’m not going to lie to you,” I told her. "I don’t know how long we’re going to last, either but I do find you very attractive. The more I look at you the more I see that I find irresistibly alluring. I admit I’m a virgin. I had a chance to lose it when I was fifteen, but there’s no point going there because that’s just water under the bridge, a missed opportunity more than anything else, and I’m not looking to lose it any time soon, either. I’m just here to have fun, with you, doing whatever you want to do, and if we get physical further on down the line then so much the better. I’m not going to turn it down. Relax around me. I’m the no pressure cool dude. Ask anyone, okay?” She nodded. “Right then,” I said, changing the subject. "So what are we watching?” It was a Harry Potter film, and by the time it was halfway through I was sat on the sofa while she lay on me with her head on my lap, her feet dangling over the edge of the sofa. I played with her hair, caressed her ear with my fingers, but most of the time I wasn’t watching the film - I’d seen the Prisoner of Azkaban before, and just watched her cleavage moving up and down as she breathed. I knew she was dieting, but I hoped she ended up keeping most of the flesh that I was struggling to keep my hands off. They were big and round and I’m sure she knew that I could barely take my eyes off them moving when she breathed. When the credits rolled she turned her head in my lap and gazed up into my eyes. I bent over and kissed her on the lips, feeling her melt into me as her arms folded around my neck. She was impatient, pushing her tongue into my mouth before I’d fully parted my lips. I put my right hand on her belly as she squirmed into a more comfortable position on my lap, and my fingertips were just a few inches up from sliding between her parted legs, where I had watched her own hand work just the night before, then she twisted off my lap and got to her feet. I looked up at her as she stood over me, then she hitched her black dress up to her knees and straddled me, her knees sliding down my flanks, her hot crotch pressing down against my hardening cock, just the thickness of her panties, my jeans and a pair of boxers separating our sex organs. Her head dipped to mine and we sucked on each other’s tongues again, and I could feel the twin mounds of her breasts pressing down on me. I was unbelievably uncomfortable, my cock hard as a rock, trapped inside my jeans, crushed beneath her insistently pressing weight. “You have no idea what you are doing to me,” I breathed when we broke apart for air. "I can feel it. Don’t be shy,” She whispered in my ear as she nipped at it with her teeth. I wasn’t sure what she meant, but I took a chance and slipped my hands inside her blouse, running my fingers up and down the bare skin of her back, from the base of her spine to the taut band of her bra strap. She moaned into my ear as my fingers glided softly over her spine, then her breath froze when I located the clasp and began to work at it inexpertly. The moment I managed to release the plastic clasp she began to gyrate her crotch against my bulging erection, and as the bra went slack and my hands skated along her flanks to the underside of her heavy tits she slid her tongue wetly inside my ear. I cupped her breasts in my hands, thumbs caressing the bullet like nipples in precisely the manner that I had watched her do it, and her lips and tongue quickly found mine and we hungrily began kissing while I fondled her tits. "Oh God, that feels so nice,” She breathed when we broke for air, and I felt the uncontrollable urge to take them in my mouth. I eased her blouse up over her tits and used my hands to guide one of them up to my lips. She gasped as I closed my mouth over the hard bud and began to suck, my other hand still thumbing over the nipple of her other breast. "Oh fuck,” She moaned, biting her lip as she leaned back, giving me more room to work. I switched breasts, biting down on the other nipple now and tweaking the soaking wet one that I had just been nibbling on with my thumb and forefinger. Her hands closed around my head, pulling me harder onto her tits, making me swallow more of her teats, my tongue circling around the nipple as I jammed more and more flesh into my mouth. I pulled away for breath and her face covered mine, her tongue doing the work in my mouth as my hands pushed her breasts together, the nipples nearly touching each other as I kneaded them. "Nobody has ever done that before,” She sighed as our lips released each other again, and she buried her head against my chest, her hands reaching for the buttons of my shirt, popping them open one by one before sliding her own hands inside and caressing my chest. I eased myself back onto the sofa and let her work, my shirt eventually fully unbuttoned as she kissed my own small nipples tenderly, her hands massaging my belly and my flanks absently while I played with her cascading black hair, feeling it tickling me as her head moved on my chest. Then there was the sound of a car door slamming outside, and she instinctively knew that her parents were back home. She slid off me and tidied herself quickly, while I buttoned my shirt, then she threw herself down onto the couch beside me moments before her parents came into the room. Rebecca and I rose to our feet and I beat a hasty retreat to the door, towing her behind me. She kissed me lightly on the mouth as we parted. "MSN in five?” “Sure,” I replied, then I pulled her to me, kissed her hard one more time, then walked home to my waiting telescope. To my great disappointment she was still fully dressed when the viewfinder settled on her. The blinds were wide open, my view unobstructed, as she sat in darkness, the glow of the monitor on her face and the keyboard the only light in the room. I watched her for a few minutes, then my laptop beeped it’s message waiting tone. I ignored it for a moment, teasing her, watching her impatience mount as she stared at the screen waiting for a reply, then I opened her message. "What cha doing?” “Trying to figure out how to get this damn telescope to go low enough, that I can see you.” Her reply was lolled. “Not sure I like the thought of that,” came her next message. "You love it,” I shot back. "What makes you say that,” She pushed back. "Instinct,” I replied. "Open your curtains.” “I don’t have curtains. I have Venetian blinds. And they are open.” “Fuck, wrong window,” I lied, grinning. "I’ve put a thick book under one leg of the tripod so it’s pointing down your way.” She retorted with ROFLMAO, then; “Can you see me yet.” “I got you. Jesus, this is a fantastic view.” “What am I doing,” She asked, giving me the middle finger through the window. "Being very abusive to someone you just let feel your tits up. Not nice.” I saw her laugh out loud in her room, then she turned her face to the window and waved. “I’d wave back,” I messaged. "But you’d need a telescope to see.” “My God, you really can see me!” “Not enough of you, though. It’s a bit of an odd angle from my house to yours. I can see the foot of your bed and your desk, and you’re turned away from me when you are sat at the desk. I can see half of your back and half of your side when you’re typing.” “Fuckin’ hell that’s scary,” She sent. "Close the blinds,” I advised. "Nah, it’s cool. I trust you.” Jeez, if she ever found out that I’d been watching her cyber-fucking over the web for the best part of two months I was history. Dead meat. “Any regrets about tonight,” I asked. "None,” came an almost instantaneous reply. "You?” “Just one,” I typed. "I never got to see your lovely boobs.” “Boobs? You mean my titties, LOL” she replied. “Yep, them things too.” She turned to the window and did exactly what I suspected she would. She lifted her blouse and flashed her tits at me for a half a second. “Wow,” I typed. "I need some tissues.” I saw her rock back in her chair as she laughed again, then she turned back to the window and lifted her blouse for a few seconds, letting her tits swing back and fore as she wiggled her shoulders. “That’s it,” I typed. "Now I need a fresh pair of jeans.” “Maybe you should have taken it out,” Rebecca sent, attaching a wink. "You are so hot,” I told her. "Most people would freak out if they knew they were being watched. I know I would.” “I kinda like it.” “Does it turn you on?” “It does,” She admitted. "How much?” “Very much.” “What’s the wildest thing you would do, knowing that I’m watching but I can’t do anything about it, can’t stop you or nothing?” “Jeez, Chris. I dunno.” “Just do it. Now.” I watched her hesitate, alternately staring at the screen, then looking at the window, knowing that somewhere out there she was being watched, but could not see anything of who was watching her. This was just what I thought turned her on, was exactly what she had been doing over the internet all the time that I had been spying on her. I hoped like hell she hadn’t figured out that I had been watching her all this time and was steering her into doing for me what she had been doing for total strangers. I almost sent a message telling her to forget about it as I watched the indecision of her body language, then she tapped away at her keyboard for a second. “Take your woody out and stroke it,” She sent, then she turned to the window and spread her legs. Her top came off, thrown onto the bed, and she hitched up her skirt. I quickly sent a message; "Lights on. All I can see is your silhouette as the glow of the screen is now behind you.” She turned at the beeps, read the message, then switched on the lamp on her bedside chest of drawers. It lit her up perfectly. Her skirt was up around her waist, her white panties shining in the lamplight, and I watched awestruck as she eased the gusset aside and showed me her pussy. She reached between her legs and slowly squeezed the sides of her mound together, and her crack duly opened into a glistening slit as she leaked fluids onto her fingers. I held my silence, my engorged cock thick and hard in my hand as I watched her fingers sliding up and down the wet crack. Suddenly she stood, and for a second I thought she was going to turn off the lights and close the blinds, but instead she simply eased her knickers down her thighs and kicked them off. She settled back down in her computer chair and leaned back, spreading her legs wide apart, and she opened her labia with her fingers, showing me the hole that I hoped my cock would very soon be reaming out. Then she pushed a single finger inside that tiny hole and worked it in and out smoothly, in a delicate sawing motion. Her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open, her head thrown back, tits upthrust as she slowly, deliberately finger fucked herself. I swallowed dryly as I watched, my cum building up in my balls as my stroking generated the desired biological effect, then I saw her shudder, her thighs swinging closed, then open again as her finger slid out. My cum exploded everywhere, streams of it shooting with unprecedented force across the carpet and up the wall of the loft. When I looked back into the telescope the light in her room had gone out and she was sitting nude in front of the monitor once again. A message flashed up on my screen. “Well?” “Holy shit that was the hottest thing I have ever seen,” I texted back. "How was it for you?” “Fantastic. Normally it takes a while for me to climax, but knowing you were watching me brought me off so fast.” “Are we going to do this again,” I asked. "Wild horses couldn’t stop me,” Rebecca fired back. "Your place or mine tomorrow?” “Mine,” I responded. "Your room looks a bit of a mess.” She gave me the finger, grinned, and when she logged off her room was plunged into darkness. I was up early in the morning, watching Rebecca stumble out of bed and dress. She paid no attention to the window, just acted like it wasn’t there, and I got a few seconds of tit for my troubles that set me up nicely for the rest of the day, my first day of suspension. It dragged. Daytime television sucked, and computer games only kept me busy for so long. Later on I showered, shaved, and tidies my bedroom like it hadn’t been tidied in years. My cock books were hidden well, my dirty dvds (bit-torrented off the internet), were tucked away where I doubted even I would find them again. Air fresheners were strategically placed around my room and in the loft around the telescope that had begun to smell a little fausty with all the semen spilled up there recently, and I blew some of my carefully hoarded cash on a bottle of white wine from the local Spar and put it in to chill with a bottle of lemonade. It took a while to find a dice, but eventually I stumbled across one in the junk drawer and set it on top of my TV. Just in case of an emergency I put a pack of condoms in my bedside cabinet and made a nice playlist of what I like to call 'fuck music’ on the laptop. Some Prince, some INXS, some Kate Bush, and Liz Phair. Some Hole and some PJ Harvey. Girl-friendly seduction tunes. I wasn’t expecting to get laid, but I wasn’t counting it out, either. When 8 o'clock came and Rebecca knocked on the door everything was perfect. I took her up to my room, poured her a glass of wine, topped it up with lemonade, and we talked about my first missed school day in three years. “You should be back in on Friday. Clive went to the headmaster and set things straight.” “Oh?” “I told him that if he didn’t I’d tell anybody who listens that he’s got a tiny prick, can’t keep it hard and blows his load in fifteen seconds.” I almost spat my wine over the walls. “Wow, I’d best not get on your bad side.” “Consider it a warning,” She quipped. To be continued.. By Millsy for Literotica