Friday Knight Writers' Block

Mandy and the Peeper

© 2003 by Heathen, Frank Downey, Catmandu99, Be287m, Ed Houle, & Girl Friday

Reposted with permission of the authors.

As usual, Heathen started us off ...

The bushes were stabbing me in the back as I moved closer to her window. For the past 3 years, since we were in the 7th grade, I have had a crush on Mandy. I watched her at school certainly, but it had only been since the summer that I had gotten the courage to peek in her bedroom window.

I am hooked on watching her as she gets ready for bed. Watching her remove her clothing and brush her long blonde hair out turns me on like nothing else I have ever seen. Once I even saw her on her stomach, her hands beneath her. Her perfect ass was bouncing up and down to the rhythm her fingers were drumming on her pussy. When she came, I sprayed the inside of my shorts. After that I was obsessed.

She was going through her same routine tonight, but she looked a little nervous. She kept looking in her mirror. Since it was pointed toward the window, I could see her eyes glance there every once in a while.

She was wrapped in a towel and brushing her hair when she suddenly looked at her bedroom door, then got up and went through it. I was standing with my face as close as possible against the screen when I heard the bushes move. I turned and was looking straight into Mandy's face.

Frank Downey picked up the tale ...

She was grinning at me. "Pervert," she said, though softly.

"Uh-M-Man..." I tried to get out, but she ignored me.

"Peeping Tom," she accused again, but with very little heat, still smiling. "I could call the cops, you know, have you arrested."

I didn't know what to say to that. She certainly could. I just looked down, the shame wrapping itself around me.

"That's pretty pathetic, Chris, spying on me like that." She leaned in, and whispered. "You've been doing this for a while, haven't you? Were you ever watching when I played with myself?" Oh JESUS! "Were you? Did you get off, too, watching me get myself off?"

I just wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole.

"You did!" she exclaimed. "You watched me get myself off and creamed your jeans! I knew it! Pervert."

Fuck. I wanted to die.

She leaned in right into me. Her face was almost touching mine. I still couldn't look up. I almost expected her to slap me.

Instead, she leaned her mouth right into my ear, and whispered, low and shaky, "Do you want to watch me again?"

Catmandu99 jumped in with ...

I was shaking so hard that I almost didn't hear her. Visions of cops hauling me away in handcuffs almost obscured everything else.

"Mandy. Um...I didn't...that is..."

Her comment finally percolated through my hormone and fear addled mind. I jerked my head up and finally took a look at Mandy. She was standing with one foot on top of the other, shifting slightly back and forth. Her eyes looked around and she wet her lips nervously before leaning in closer and whispering, "Well? Do you?"

My dick sprang back to life fast enough to rip a hole in my shorts.

Apparently taking my silence as assent, Mandy grabbed my hand and practically dragged me out from behind the bushes.

This was every wet dream I'd had for the past 2 years. If it was a joke, I was going to be very upset.

It wasn't a joke.

Be287m continued ...

Of course, there was a catch.

Somehow we managed to get out of the bushes without me getting too scraped up as she pulled me along. A few minutes later we were in her bedroom and she sat on the edge of her bed, still wrapped in the towel.

"I want to watch you too."

"Uhh ... what?"

"Come on, you've shot off in my bushes how many times? Watching me? This time I want to watch you while you watch me." She leaned back, waiting. The towel slid slowly from her breasts. I started fumbling with my belt.

Ed Houle added ...

My hands were shaking as bad as a newbie at an AA meeting. As her towel slipped lower, as blood fled my brain to points lower, my perceptual field narrowed, until my world was bounded by the edges of the bed on which Mandy sat. Somehow, impossibly, I managed to get my belt undone and drop my jeans.

Mandy was clearly enjoying herself now. Glancing contemptuously at my briefs, tented and now wet, she snorted, "You don't really think that's good enough, do you?"

Trembling, I pulled them down, stopped short by pain as the briefs captured my oh so hard cock. I freed it, and it slapped back against my stomach with so much force that a mist of pre-cum sprayed my chest. I heard her breath catch, evidently she approved. My reward was to have the towel slide all the way off, revealing Mandy's trim but still luxuriant bush, now finely dewed.

Girl Friday finished it off ...

She reached down to stroke her moist pussy. Time stood still as I watched her slip her finger inside, thrusting it slowly in and out. I watched, transfixed, as she pulled her finger out and brought it to her mouth. Delicately, she sucked her juices from her finger and I groaned in response.

She quirked an eyebrow at me, "Your turn, Chris. Touch yourself. You've already seen me, now I want to watch you cum."

Beyond embarrassment, I reached down and started to stroke my throbbing cock. As my hand moved up and down, Mandy started to play with her clit. Watching her increased my excitement and my hand moved faster. Christ, I was gonna bust a nut watching her.

Mandy started to pant and moan, plunging two fingers deep into her cunt. The edges of my vision went red as my eyes locked on the incredibly erotic sight of my dream girl getting off. It pushed me right over the edge and the best orgasm of my life hit me. My cock started spurting gobs of jizz as my nuts emptied themselves. Mandy's eyes got big and her hands started moving faster as she watched me squirt all over myself and her rug.

"Chris, oh god I'm cumming!"

Mandy moaned and yelped as her orgasm hit. What a sight! Damn, I could die now and go happy. Her eyes fluttered open. With a cat that ate the canary expression, she looked me over. Oh man, now what?

"Same time tomorrow?"

--Fin--

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