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“Miss Taylor, what’s he doing?” Ashley asked, some alarm inher voice. She pointed out the window. “He’s a little goofy,” I replied. “He often takes off his clothes without closing his drapes. I can close mine or we can just ignore him.” We were talking about the man in the apartment across the street from my own. I didn’t add that he and I had watched each other masturbate as recently as last week. In some ways, this had become the most regular part of my sex life, if that’s what you’d call it. I had no boyfriend. I’m writing this almost nineteen years later, but back then, recently turned 22, nearing the end of my first year of teaching at a large public school in eastern Pennsylvania, I had a decent start on a career that wouldn’t last, and no start at all on the relationship that would soon lead to marriage and a son. “What’s his name?” she wondered. “I have no idea,” I said. He stood near the window and lowered his pants. It was late enough in the afternoon that the sun had drifted well west, so there was no glare off the glass. I was confident he could see us as clearly as we could see him. He’d never stripped while someone else was in my living room, but then I didn’t get many guests, either. I speculated that Ashley was probably a temptation. Besides teaching English to bright juniors and seniors, I managed the cheerleading squad. I gave all my girls extra teaching attention when they asked and Ashley was struggling with a subject from early in the school year, similes (easy) and metaphors (not so easy). She knew they’d be on the final next week. “He knows we’re watching, doesn’t he?” she asked, stretching her arms and thrusting out her breasts. When I say Ashley’s a temptation, I mean that even in my squad of attractive girls, Ashley stood out. Not quite seventeen, her breasts featured prominently, proudly pushing out her white blouse. The rest of her, by contrast, was on the smallish side, so she looked like what she was, a gymnast with big tits. If that weren’t enough for Mr. Naked Guy, Ashley had what I thought of as California hair, long and fine and bright baby blonde. Her hair tumbled down her back like sunshine. “I’m sure he knows,” I said, “and he likes the attention.” I could have added, and so do I. He took off his boxers and stood three feet back from the window, naked. “Miss Taylor, his cock is hard!” “Use a simile,” I said, wondering if I should be shielding this girl from adult craziness. “His cock is as big as a cucumber!” “Nice one,” I said, “maybe an English cucumber, let’s not give him too much credit. Maybe a fat carrot. Now a metaphor.” She frowned, thinking, and walked closer to my window as though that would help. “His balls are like hairy plums!” Bahçelievler escort bayan “No, that’s another simile, although accurate, I’d say. Remember, with a metaphor, you’re saying it’s literally something else.” “That’s one big, unfrosted éclair and I’d like to suck all the sweet cream filling out of it.” “Now you’re just being silly,” I said, slightly shocked. “OK. OK. Look – he’s wrapping his hand around his hard hose.” I laughed. “Yes, good, and a bonus for the alliteration. Now . . .” I was interrupted by the doorbell and, getting up to answer it, said, “Think of another one.” Chad was at the door. You may have already read about two of our encounters. He’d become my sex life outside of the guy across the street. A sixteen year old junior like Ashley, Chad and I had masturbated each other and more, but his cock never entered my cunt (despite one close call). No man’s did, that was for marriage. Fingers and toys, even fruits and vegetables were fine, but no hard human hoses. “I’m horny,” Chad said. “You?” “Shhhh,” I replied. “Ashley’s in the living room.” I almost sent him away, but I was horny, too. I was always horny. I figured he’d survive seeing Masturbation Guy and maybe the guy would even leave us alone once Chad showed up. In the two months we’d been doing this, Chad had never failed to make me come and Ashley would be leaving soon. Returning to my tiny living room, I found her on the phone in the adjacent tiny bedroom. She pointed out the window. The Hose had taped a phone number to his window, presumably his, and was talking on his cordless phone and stroking his cock. He saw me and smiled. He took down the sign. “. . . and that’s Chad with Miss Taylor,” Ashley said into the phone. She giggled. “Yes, you have a nice cock. I compared it to a cucumber. And an éclair. You can ask Miss Taylor.” Chad was swiveling his head. “Hi, Chad,” Ashley said. “No way!” she continued, talking to the phone. “She did not.” Long pause. “Bullshit. No, I won’t.” Long pause. The guy with the stiff éclair had stopped stroking and was talking animatedly into the phone. Ashley said, “You are so full of shit . . . OK, deal.” “Miss Taylor,” she said, “I’m sure I should just hang up, but this is too weird, so . . .“ Ashley glanced at Chad, but finished, “he says you have a bald pussy and he’s watched you, um, play with it, and, well, first, is any of that true?” I was completely embarrassed even though I’d done nothing shameful. Somehow Ashley’s hearing that Naked Dickhead had watched made it seem abnormal. I considered lying, but I really don’t lie, so I nodded. “And he says, I’m sure this part is bullshit, that he’s seen you and Escort Bahçeşehir Chad, um, together? You know, sex?” OK, that was a problem. I tried to picture when Mr. Cucumber might have seen us and flashed on our first time, when Chad had come on my face, not exactly on purpose. Chad flushed red. My cheeks felt warm. “It’s not like it sounds,” I said. I guess I lied a little. “OK, Josh, you’re right,” Ashley said. “I know, I know.” She held out the phone and I took her place on my bed, holding it at arm’s length. “What?” I asked her. “We had a sort of a bet. I told him he was making that shit up. So now, I, um, will be taking off my clothes. I’d say Chad shouldn’t look, but he probably will anyway, and Josh is obviously watching, so, whatever.” Ashley walked close to the window, but stood back a few feet so she wouldn’t be easily seen from the street below. With her back to us, her blouse and skirt quickly hit the floor. She stood with her arms out straight from her sides, all smooth skin and long hair. Her hair fell only a few inches short of pink panties that cupped her butt tightly. I spoke into the phone, “Happy now?” “Well, Diane,” Josh said, “how nice to meet you! Yes, I’m happier, anyway. Ashley has a little more to remove. Maybe she’d like you or Chad to help her?” “You’re nuts,” I said. “What’s nuts, Miss Taylor,” Ashley asked. “He doesn’t sound like a bad guy. Strange, maybe.” “I’m not going to say it.” Across the way, Josh stroked his cock with one hand and used his finger pointing and head nods to suggest Chad go over to Ashley. He mimed unclasping a bra. He thrust his chest in and out, bouncing breasts he didn’t have. “You don’t have to do anything, Chad,” I said, curious about what he’d do. “You either, Ashley.” Three quick steps and Ashley stood in front of Chad, her breasts touching his chest. He looked uncomfortable, despite the grin on his face. She pulled his arms around her so his fingers touched the hooks on her bra. Seconds later, he pulled the straps down her arms and I thought, I taught him that! She returned to the window. Josh said, “My God, Diane, she’s stunning, almost as attractive as you. Those tits, I’d love to suck those big tits. And her flat abs. Jesus. Tell him to pull down her panties.” “We don’t have to do what you say,” I said, trying to sound forceful despite wanting the same thing. I was as screwed up as Josh was. “Just say it, Miss Taylor,” Ashley said submissively. “What did he say?” “Chad should pull down your panties.” “Well,” she shrugged, “the deal was naked.” “What if he lost?” I asked, watching Chad kneeling to slide her panties down to the floor, his face right by her ass, flawless Bakırköy escort melon halves of pure muscle. “If he lost, I wouldn’t have to do anything. He would jack off and come on the window.” “Ashley!” I exclaimed. I put the phone down on the nightstand. Chad began kissing Ashley, first behind her knees, then her thighs, then her ass. His hand slipped between her legs and even though I couldn’t see past him, I knew he was rubbing her pussy. I also knew he was good at it. I’d expected Ashley to move away, but instead her hands moved to her breasts. They were putting on quite a show for Josh. “Miss Taylor,” she asked, “what did he mean about you and Chad? Do you guys, like, fuck?” “No,” I said, “we don’t do that, but, well, we do a lot of other things. Like Chad’s doing now. He rubs my pussy. I give him hand jobs. Like that.” “Where is Josh going?” Ashley asked, disappointment in her voice. He had walked away quickly, but immediately returned with two towels he placed on the floor. Then, for some reason, he put his boxers back on. His erection tented out the blue fabric. I moved up next to Ashley to watch him – and to watch Chad’s hand rubbing her. “You’re a lovely girl, Ashley, you know that,” I said, touching her arm. “Look, Miss Taylor! Look, Chad!” Across the way, Josh had been touching his balls through his boxers, his shoulders tight. Now, a dark patch bloomed across the front. From a quarter-sized spot at the end of his dick, the darkness quickly spread down his boxers to his balls before widening toward his hips like an animated ink blot test. Pee flowed down his legs. I watched his eyes roll with relief and his shoulders slumped. “That is so gross!” Ashley said. It was certainly strange, but it was oddly compelling and I had no idea why. It reminded me of when I’d watched Chad take a piss in my hotel bathroom. Josh finished, pee dripping from his boxers. He toweled his legs and, holding a towel to his lap, he walked back out of the room. It had been some sort of special display, I guessed, thinking, people are crazy. “What do you guys want to do?” I asked. Chad had continued to stroke Ashley’s pussy while Josh peed. “Do you want to use my bed? Or just go home? What?” Chad stood and, one arm around Ashley, put his other arm around me and kissed me on the shoulder “OK,” I said, my voice rough and my sanity gone, “let’s get on the bed.” “What about Josh?” Ashley asked. “We’ll leave the drapes open.” We stripped off our clothes. Chad paused before talking off his jockeys and looked at me. “Go head,” I said, “take them off.” “What?” Ashley asked. “Sometimes Miss Taylor makes me leave these on. I almost fucked her once by accident and she doesn’t want any accidents.” “By accident?” Ashley wondered. She was looking at Chad’s hard cock. “Maybe you had to be there,” I said. We climbed on to the bed, Chad in the middle and Ashley on the side closest to the window. Mr. Pee was watching us and masturbating. “Nobody pee in the bed!” I said. I didn’t get a big laugh, but it relaxed us a little.

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