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 Title: Kinky Vanilla: Chapter 4
   Keywords: Fiction, Asian, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, First Time, Teen
Male/Teen Female, Voyeurism
   Cammi yawned and stretched beside me.  Even after having cum twice in
the last hour seeing her stretch still looked sensual to me and my erection
remained stiff as ever despite the ache.
   "It's almost 1," I said.
   "Yeah," Cammi sighed as she relaxed from her stretch.  She curled up on
my bed like she wanted to just sleep right here.  "Sleepy time," she said.
   "You wanna sleep here tonight?" I joked.
   "I don't wanna move," she mumbled as she curled up even tighter.  So. 
Cute.  "Will you carry me to my room?" she asked.
   I didn't mind another opportunity to touch her naked body.  I wouldn't
have minded holding her close and tight as I carried her to her room.  It
wasn't even about sex or horniness anymore.  I wanted the intimacy.  I had
always thought about sex and never about cuddling, but it seemed perfect at
the time.  I was about to grant Cammi's wish when she got up off my bed and
went for her pyjamas.
   "Just kidding, I'll go," she said contentedly.
   "Aww" I whimpered, only half-jokingly.
   "You already had two orgasms," she said as she slid on her panties, "how
many more do you want?"
   "All of them."
   "All of them?" she chuckled.
   "I want all the orgasms.  All the sexes."
   Cammi laughed heartily and replied, "Then I'll give them to you." She
finished dressing up and walked over beside me and slung her arms around my
shoulders.  "Tonight," she whispered in my ear, sultry beyond imagination.
Yes.  Go to sleep, so she can give you all the orgasms and sexes tonight.
...Actually I have a better idea.
   "Maybe not tonight," I said.
   "Why not?"
   "I came three times in the last two days.  I need to uh, recharge.  I
don't know about you but I can't just keep cumming nonstop.  Most guys
can't.  Our orgasms get weaker.  The longer we go without cumming, the
stronger the orgasm is when we finally have it.  We gotta take breaks and
build up more cum."
   "You have an obsession with semen, you know?"
   "No argument there."
   Cammi scoffed.  "What happened to `all the sexes?'"
   "We should totally still have all the sexes.  Just like...Friday?"
   Cammi let me stew for a moment before replying, "It's a date." She
quickly pecked me on the cheek and scurried to my bedroom door.  She took a
peek outside to make sure the hallway was clear before stepping out
herself, and gave me a wink before closing the door behind her.
   I fell back on my bed and looked straight up at the ceiling.  Holy shit.
Where is she getting this confidence?  Where is she learning to be so
tempting?  She was a virgin yesterday.
   I woke up a few hours later to see the condom right in front of my face.
I swore and scooped it up and threw it into the trash.  If my mom had come
into my room for any reason and seen that I would've been fucked.  Then I
remembered how I always flushed my cum tissues instead of throwing them
away just in case my parents were paranoid enough to check my garbage.  I
picked the condom out of the trash with a tissue and balled it up in even
more tissues.  I'd throw it away in school later.
   The day was long as hell.  I got less than half the sleep I usually did
in the last 48 hours, and I had P.E.  that day.  I started drifting off at
lunch again when I felt something lightly touch my upper lip and I jumped
with a start.
   "I swear to shit if you put more straws up my nose!" I exclaimed.
   My friends all burst out laughing.  Jensen, the cheeky fucker who had
just tried to put a straw up my nose quickly whipped his hands behind his
back and turned away and started whistling.
   "Toldja you shoulda let me do it again," Troy said.  Troy Salinger was
probably my best bud, and one of the few friends I considered close and
sometimes mature enough to talk about serious stuff.  His wit was sharp and
so was his tongue, and he was just as nimble physically as he was mentally.
He was the kind of guy that somehow knows everything, has been everywhere,
and always gets what he wants.
   "Or," I said, "you could let me sleep in peace and like, not put shit up
my nose."
   "Yeah, that's not happening," Jensen said.  Jensen Torp was basically
the opposite of Troy, apart from also being white.  He was the biggest
stereotype of all my friends, being a jock in every sense of the word.  He
wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, he was built like a fridge with legs,
and his language and humour were pretty crude.  He wasn't an asshole by any
means, he just liked to have a good time.  He could keep a secret, but I
wouldn't have trusted him with my feelings.
   "Why are you so sleepy?" Jill asked.  Jill Flores was the most reserved
out of all of us, the result of being raised by very traditional and
religious Filipino parents.  Her dad wasn't quite as strict with her as my
dad was with Cammi, but she was still much more sheltered than the rest of
our little clique.  It showed in her demeanor too; she rarely showed
intense emotions or pushed her agendas or desires.  She had a really strong
conscience and didn't appreciate the guys' vulgarity too much, but she was
great and responsible fun.
   "Too much poker," I lied.
   "More like making plans to steal Grace before Jensen can get her," Troy
said.
   I let out a single loud "HAH" before I retorted, "Yeah right."
   "Damn straight `yeah right,'" Jensen said, "she's all mine, bro."
   "Ugh," Jill said with disgust, "what do you even see in her?"
   "Tits," Marco replied flatly.  Jill shook her head wryly.  Marco Kitano
was the apple of Jill's eye, which everyone knew except Marco himself.  He
didn't flap his mouth nearly as much as the rest of us, not because he was
serious and brooding but because he had really dry humour and was generally
kind of stoic.  Although he was Asian he was pretty damn tall, and he got a
lot of looks from girls, which he either didn't notice or didn't care
about. The tall, dark, and handsome role suited him well.
   "Too bad you got no chance," Tanya said to Jensen.  Tanya Flanders's
tongue was even sharper than Troy's, and not in the lighthearted way.  She
was a genius and she knew it, but she could be a little pretentious and
often rubbed strangers the wrong way.  She was the fastest runner of our
group and was a shoe-in to be a star in our Ultimate team, assuming she
didn't get cut from tryouts for giving the coach too much lip.  She
definitely had her moments though, and anyone who bothered to keep her
close would find they had a loyal, fiercely intelligent friend who would
always give her honest opinion.  We also suspected she was gay.
   "The fuck do I have no chance?  I got the car, I got the looks, I got
the muscle..." Jensen trailed off as he started to do his stupid pec
flexing dance like a roided up frat boy.  Troy and I chuckled.
   Tanya said harshly, "But you don't got the money, do you?"
   "You know this is a private school, right?" Jensen countered.
   "She doesn't want a millionaire, she wants a magnate.  You think she
dated Melvin for his looks?" Tanya had a point.  Melvin was in the
graduating class, but he looked like a freshman.  He parted his hair like a
programmer from the 80's, wore glasses thick enough to be binoculars,
carried pens in his dress shirt pocket...Do I really need to go on?  His
name's fucking Melvin.  Apparently his dad was worth his weight in diamonds
though, so Gold Digger Grace could stand to be seen with him.
   "You know she's right dude," I said.
   Jensen's eyes hopped between me and Tanya a few times.  He finally
stopped on Tanya, and gave her a blank stare for a moment before resuming
the pec jiggle again.  Tanya scoffed just as Mr.  Byrne, the best Chemistry
teacher ever, walked past our table.
   "Put your tits away Jensen," he said casually as he passed.  Everyone in
earshot erupted in laughter.
   "Fuck all you guys," Jensen said with a pout.
   "We might as well," Troy needled, "Grace sure as shit won't."
   "Probably a good thing too," I said, "She's a fucking black widow dude.
She'd probably cut your dick off when you're sleeping and throw it out the
window of a moving car."
   "Where have I heard that before?" Marco asked.
   "From Fight Club," Tanya replied.
   "Hey!" I whispered.  "Don't fucking talk about Fight Club!"
   "What's Fight Club?" Jensen asked.  Every one of us facepalmed in
unison.
   Hours later I was watching anime when I got messages from Jill on Skype.
Like with Cammi the day before, I was surprised.  Jill usually texted or
called if she needed to say something.  I didn't even remember that I had
her as a contact.
   Jill Flores says: hey u there?
   I replied: yeah whats up?
   -is jensen actually going after grace?
   -i think hes gonna try yeah
   -wtf what do guys see in her she's such a bitch
   -remember what marco said?
   -tits?
   -Tits.
   -is that all it takes honestly
   -hey were not all like that i like a girl with personality but like have
you seen jensen?  pretty sure his balls are bigger than his brain
   -lol yeah
   I went back to my anime for half a moment before I got another message
from Jill.
   Jill Flores says: do u think marco likes her too?
   I rolled my eyes before responding.  It's shit like this how everyone
knows you like him.
   -omfg just ask him out already he doesn't like anyone else itll be fine
   -r u sure?
   -yes im sure
   -ill hold you to it
   -ok im not THAT sure but what else are you gonna do
   -idk
   -so just ask him chill with us on sat and ask him out then
   -uve never even had a gf b4 why am i getting advice from u ;P
   -hey that hurts ask troy then hell say the same thing
   -k
   -actually you should ask jensen
   -lol no!
   Every Saturday Jensen, Marco, a couple of other guys that didn't go to
our school, and I hung out at Troy's house and played video games and threw
a frisbee around.  Tanya and Jill used to come pretty regularly too, but
not for the last few months.  Not since the incident.  I don't want to go
into detail but basically Saturdays are a super guy-heavy environment and
the last time the girls came over some shit went down with a carton of
eggs, a garden hose, and a neighbour's cat.
   Later that night I was a couple hours deep into a poker session when I
found myself yawning so much I was tearing up.  This was usually a red flag
for me because not playing my A game seriously affected my winrate and I
knew any sign that I wasn't at my absolute best meant my winrate could tank
to the point of spewing, so it was time to call it a night.  This night I
kept playing, thinking about how much value I lost by not playing the last
two nights.  Let's see.  I usually try to get in 16 hours a week and the
last two days I should've played 4 hours each but I ended up cumming with
Cammi instead.  So that's 8 hours lost and another 2 if I go to bed right
now.  I beat 200nl at 5bb/100 and 8table at roughly 700 hands per hour so
I've already lost $560 expected this week and I'll lose another $140
expected if I go to bed now.  So I'm basically paying $700 for sex.  Ugh,
I'm losing so much value already.  I'll be down even more for what?  So I
can have a little more energy with Cammi tomorrow?  But dude, it's so
fucking worth it.  Oh my God I know.  And tomorrow night I wanna hit every
base on the diamond several times with Cammi so...yeah fuck it let's call
it a night.  I finished up my ongoing hands, sat out of all my tables, and
shut down.
   Calling it an early night was the best decision I ever made.  I woke up
feeling like a million bucks.  I actually heard the birds chirping and
liked it.  I actually saw the rising sun and appreciated it.  I actually
had a shower.  Is this what it's like to get a good night's sleep?  Between
late night poker sessions, procrastination, and just general bad
self-discipline, I hadn't had a sleep like that during the school year in
ages.  And to think, all it took to get myself to sleep right is promised
sex with my 13 year old sister.
   School took an eternity.  Not only was it a Friday, but I was itching
for night to come so I could too.  Preferably all over Cammi.  And if
everything went the way I'd hoped, maybe I could make her cum a few times
too.  At one point during English class I was literally trembling with
anticipation.  It felt like time was passing at half speed and still
slowing.
   Lunch came the next week.  Troy must have told Jill the same thing I
did, because Jill was even quieter than usual and kept shooting furtive
glances at Marco.  She looked like she really was nutting up to ask him out
soon.  Marco, stonefaced motherfucker that he was, as always, didn't
notice.
   End of day came the next month.  In the car on the ride home Cammi and I
kept firing giddy smiles and excited eyebrow raises at each other.  We both
couldn't wait.
   Night fell the next year.  I had spent the entire afternoon thinking
about what Cammi and I would do to each other, what we could learn, and
what she might be willing to do.  I didn't even watch anime or read manga
or log any time at all on Full Tilt, I just lay in my bed fantasizing about
what the next few hours might be like.  I was horny beyond measure.  At
dinner I kept constantly readjusting my body so my family wouldn't notice
my boner.  Cammi looked at me a few times to show she knew exactly what was
going on with me.  That just got me harder.  Popping boners at the dinner
table, eh?  Didn't you just think of this problem two days ago?
   Late at night I waited for my mom's footsteps to pass my room and enter
my parent's bedroom.  It would have been safer to wait a couple more hours
and make sure my parents were asleep but I just couldn't wait.  I took two
condoms out of the box and tiptoed over to Cammi's room.  I knocked softly
but there was no response.  I was pleased to see her door wasn't locked, so
I quietly let myself in to her room to see...she wasn't there.  Her
bathroom door was closed and the light was on, so I walked over and knocked
on it to let her know I was in her room and ready to roll.
   "Hello?" Cammi's voice came from behind the door.
   "It's me," I replied.
   Cammi sighed, "Crap.  Can you just um, give me a minute?"
   "Sure."
   I sat on her bed and waited there impatiently.  My dick had already been
hard for hours almost non-stop and the fantasies I had daydreamed the whole
day didn't help.  Chill.  You don't wanna move too fast and blow your load
early.  Or just move too quickly and force yourself on Cammi.  Relax, take
your time.  Sex takes two people.  It occurred to me that Cammi was
probably freshening up in the washroom, and I imagined about her opening
the door totally in the buff and jumping on me, and realized my clothes
might ruin that fantasy.  I stripped to the nude myself and locked her
bedroom door as I heard her open the washroom door.  I excitedly turned
around to see her...completely clothed.  And looking disappointed.  Cammi
saw me naked and with my dick at full attention and pursed her lips.
   "Sorry Jord I- I don't think we can do it today," she said meekly.  No.
No!  No, why?  Why?!
   "Why?" I asked.  I sounded distraught.  Because I really was.
   "I uh..."Cammi explained awkwardly, "I'm on my period."
   "What?!" That fucking sucks!  "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
   "It just happened.  Just now."
   I felt like I had just been stabbed in the heart.  Apparently I looked
like it too.
   "Sorry, Jord," Cammi whimpered.
   "Don't be sorry, it's not your fault," I said despondently.  I started
putting my clothes back on and sadly said, "Guess I'll just jack off
tonight."
   "No don't," Cammi pleaded.
   "Why?"
   "Just...because," Cammi said.  She read that that wasn't enough of an
answer for me so she followed up, "You said you cum harder when you haven't
orgasmed in a while, right?"
   "Yeah."
   "So, don't you want to have a super huge orgasm when you cum?  With me?"
   My dick was getting hard and I was getting excited again. 
Unfortunately, it made me want to masturbate immediately even more.  But
what if she's right?  What if it's worth it?  And she can make you cum way
better than you can.  Still, how long will I have to go without jacking
off? Can't be that long, right?  Hmm.  Okay.  I'll bite.
   "How long would I be waiting?" I asked.
   "A few days."
   "What's a few days?"
   "Like a week at the very longest?"
   "A week?  I have to jack off like at least every three days to not go
insane."
   "Oh my God you masturbate that much?"
   "Well I was hoping as long as we kept doing this I wouldn't need to
anymore..."
   "I would've liked that too," Cammi muttered.
   "A week is so long," I complained.  "If you want to make me cum, you
don't need to be completely naked.  You can keep your panties and tampon on
and give me a handjob." Wow.  You selfish fuck.  You asshole. ...Yeah that
was dickish, crap.  But I'm going nuts with horniness!
   "I guess but...I don't know it feels gross to me.  I really don't wanna
be bleeding when we do it.  Can you wait?"
   "A week is way long for me.  I would but really I don't know if I have
that much self control."
   "I'll make it worth the wait," she teased.  That got me excited again.
Heart was racing.  Knees were weak.  Palms were sweaty.  Mom's spaghetti.
   "Okay," I agreed.  "Still, a week though..." I muttered.
   "It could be shorter," Cammi pleaded.  "It'll probably be shorter.  I'll
tell you when I'm good."
   "Okay."
   "And seriously, don't jack off.  Let it build up." Cammi waltzed over to
me and leaned in to whisper in my ear again.  "Because I'll let you cum on
me again."
   I looked at her gravely to see her with a huge smile on her face. 
Fucking DEAL!
   I didn't touch my dick for the rest of the night but judging by how
difficult it was to not squeeze one out on only the first night, it was
going to be a long few days.
   Thankfully, Saturdays were generally the best part of my week.  There
was nothing like a day of video games and goofing off with your friends to
get your mind off of getting blue balled by a horribly timed period.  As my
mom pulled up in front of Troy's house we saw Jensen parking on the street
in front of us.
   "Wow is that Jensen's car?" my mom asked.
   "Yeah," I answered, hoping I could possibly convince my mom to buy me a
new car like Jensen's parents.  My 16th birthday was in less than a month.
   "Is that a Challenger?"
   "Charger."
   "That's awfully nice for a first car...does Jensen already have his G2?"
   "No just a G1."
   "So he's driving his new Challenger illegally?" She said it more like a
statement than a question.
   "Uh...yeah."
   "I hope you aren't getting ideas from him," my mom warned.
   "Of course not, and I don't even need a car that nice," I sang as I
flashed her a cheesy grin.  My mom gave me a short staredown with raised
eyebrows.  She knew what I was saying.
   "Jordan we talked about this.  When you get your G1 your dad and I will
get you a nice, used car, and if you show us you know how to take care of
it and be responsible, maybe we'll get you a new one when you get your G."
Damn.  Whatever, good enough.
   "Okay, well thanks Mom," I said as I got out of the car.
   "Do you need me to pick you up later?" she called after me.
   "No.  I'll get a ride from Tush later."
   "Okay.  Take care!"
   I waved bye to my mom and bounded to Troy's front door.  It was never
locked on Saturdays so I just let myself in and closed it behind me.  I was
greeted by Troy's older brother Vince, who was heading into the garage.
   "Hey Jordan," he said casually, "they're in the living room."
   I thanked him and looked at the shoes left by the welcome mat as I took
mine off.  Judging by the other pairs present, I was the third person to
get there.  I walked to the end of the hall and joined Jensen in watching
Troy and Marco battle it out on their last stocks in a really close
one-on-one match of Super Smash Bros.  Brawl.  Marco clutched it by the
skin of his teeth and we all started hooting and howling.  Jensen and I sat
in and we started playing some free for all games waiting for everyone else
to show up.
   About half an hour later we decided to turn items off.  Jensen promptly
got destroyed the next game without the help of luck and random items and
went to the washroom.  I tried to cheese my way to victory against Troy and
Marco, the best Smash players by far, but got knocked out quickly.  No
sooner had I lost my last stock than I heard a knock on the front door and
the doorbell rang.
   "Did you lock the front door again?" Troy asked me as he tensely dueled
Marco.  Ugh.  I always did that out of habit.
   "Yeah I'll get it," I groaned, and got up off the couch.  As I walked
down the hallway I saw Jensen standing by the bathroom door.
   "Did you fuckin' lock the front door again?" he asked me.
   "Yeah," I admitted.
   He patted my shoulder as he passed me to go rejoin Troy and Marco. 
Without bothering to check the peephole, I opened the front door and let in
Tushar and Sid, the guys that went to another school.
   "Yo," Tushar said as he walked in, "did you lock the-"
   "YES!" I interrupted.  Tushar laughed and started slipping off his
shoes. Tushar Vora, or Tush, as he hated to be called, went to a different
school than the rest of us, along with Sid.  That didn't stop him from
being fast friends with all of us though.  He was the only person outside
of Troy and my immediate family that I could talk about serious shit with.
He was friendly and cultured beyond his years, and was always smiling.  He
and Sid were a year older than me, and we initially knew each other through
Troy, who they had played hockey with in grade school.  I wish he could
have gone to the same school as us, but his parents couldn't afford it.  I
had also taken him under my wing in poker, and he was learning to play very
quickly.
   Sid walked in wordlessly behind Tush and removed his shoes with his
feet. Without a word of greeting or acknowledgment he walked down the hall
towards the sounds of teenage boys screaming over a fighting game.  Sid
Vanaman was a dick.  Probably the only reasons we still hung out with him
were Tush still kept him close for whatever reason, and Troy technically
made friends with him before he did with Tush.  Fuck that guy, though.
   I was about to close the door when I saw another car pull up on the
street.  It was Jill.  Through the open passenger window I heard her
exchange some words with her dad in Tagalog before she pecked him on the
cheek and said bye.  She stepped out of the car and I saw she was wearing a
pale yellow sundress with floral patterns and summer sandals.  I had seen
her in more revealing and arguably more tempting attire at the beach before
but I was momentarily stunned.  Even with her chin-length hair tied back
and all sweaty in P.E.  she was easily an 8 out of 10 minimum, but the
summer girl look was perfect on her.  I was surprised by how great she
looked, but mostly I wondered how she expected to keep up with us in the
park wearing that clothing.  She must have worn it for Marco.  Well, good
news for her is there's no way he'll say no now.
   "Hi Jord," she said to me as she walked across Troy's short front lawn.
   "Hey, you came," I said as she entered the house.  "Hi Mr.  Flores!" I
called out louder to her dad still idling in the street.
   "Hello Jordan!" he shouted back in accented English.  "How are you?"
   "Good, you?" I didn't actually have any interest in continuing the
mindless small talk, but Mr.  Flores was very conservative and politeness
never hurt anyone.
   "Good, good," he replied.  "Who else is here?"
   "Marco, Jensen, Tush," I answered, "you know, the usual."
   "No Tanya?"
   "Oh Tanya's here too," I lied quickly.  If Mr.  Flores was anything like
my dad, which he was, he would have had some strong opinions about his
daughter being the only girl in a house full of teenage guys.
   "Oh okay," he said, "well say hi to your friends for me!"
   "I will!" I said as he drove away.
   When I rejoined all my friends Jensen and Sid were talking about girls
in the kitchen while Jill watched everyone else play Smash from the hallway
door.
   "So I just lied to your dad," I told Jill.
   "About what?" she asked.
   "I told him Tanya's here too."
   "That's not really a lie.  She'll be here soon."
   "Really?  I didn't think she'd come ever again."
   "I convinced her."
   "What for?"
   "For support.  I talked to Troy and Tanya and they also said I should
ask him out, so here I am."
   "Okay, well good luck.  And good luck running in those sandals."
   "Thanks," she said with a smile.
   A few minutes later there was another ring of the doorbell and knock on
the door.
   "Jordan did you fucking lock the front door AGAIN?" God DAMNIT.
   With Tanya here, we had a perfect even number.  We headed out to the
nearby park with a frisbee and a football Jensen seemed to pull out of his
ass, and we spent most of the rest of the daylight running circles around
each other in a grassy field.  Troy made a point to put Jill and Marco on
the same team in our little Ultimate game, and it became pretty obvious she
was passing to Marco too much.  It didn't matter too much because he was
the tallest guy there and he had hops like Lebron, but Jensen made a point
of sticking to Marco like glue when he noticed.  At one point he
accidentally bowled over Marco and Jill trying to intercept a pass and
after he apologized and offered to help Jill up, Marco subtly stepped in
front of him and offered his own hand to Jill.  As he pulled her up it
looked like she was about to go in for a kiss, but she didn't in the end.
Most of us noticed it though, and Troy and I exchanged looks as Jill dusted
herself off.
   As the sun began to set we made back to Troy's house, and Jill and Marco
lagged behind a few feet.  It looked like she was making her move.  Troy
made sure the rest of us were caught up in conversation as we walked back,
making discussion out of ordering pizza and how long people were staying.
Sid had a ride waiting for him when we returned, and he hopped in a dingy
old sports car with two other goons.  Only Tush said goodbye as they sped
off, presumably to hit some house party or maybe light some shit on fire.
   Once inside, we ordered a bunch of pizzas and Tanya splayed herself on
the loveseat in the living room as the rest of us guys started Brawling
again.  We had left Jill and Marco talking outside as twilight came.  Once
the pizza arrived, Jensen finally noticed the missing pair.
   "Where's Marco and Jill?" he asked as he took a slice of meat lovers'.
   "Don't worry about 'em, just leave a few slices and they'll eat when
they're hungry," Tush said.
   Jensen frowned and looked at all of us nonchalantly getting our slices,
not concerned about our missing friends.  It wasn't until two minutes later
that he put the pieces together.
   "Oh SHIT is she finally going for it?!" he guessed loudly.
   Tanya slapped him on the shoulder.  "Shut up!  What's wrong with you?"
she asked disapprovingly.
   "Nufthing," Jensen said as he stuffed half a slice of pizza in his
mouth. "Gotta shit, though."
   "Charming," Tanya drawled.  Jensen shuffled down the hall and the rest
of us wolfed down our pizza in minutes.
   I put the saved slices under one box and closed it.  "How long does it
take to ask someone out?" I asked.  "Pizza's getting cold.  Outside's
getting cold."
   "He probably already said yes and they're talking about how much time
they wasted," Tush said.  "This was a long time coming."
   "I know, right?" I agreed.  Mmph.  And now I gotta use the washroom.
   I walked to the bathroom door and leaned against the wall.  Apparently
Jensen needed the bathroom for the rest of the night.  After 2 minutes I
impatiently knocked and asked, "How much longer are you gonna be dude?"
   "Long," Jensen called out from behind the door, "I'm like giving birth,
man."
   "You're gross as shit dude."
   "Not as gross as this shit." This fucking guy.  I went back to the
kitchen and asked Troy if there was another washroom I could use.
   "Yeah, up the stairs and all the way to the right," Troy said.  "We just
finished renovating so watch the floor, the tile's slippery as fuck."
   All the way to the right was right.  The renovation extended the open
hallway and curved at the end.  The bathroom was spotless and way nicer
than all the rooms downstairs.  This must be the room that sticks out on
the outside.  I walked to the end of the long bathroom and started to piss.
The relief was great.  None of us used a washroom in the hours we spent in
the park, but everyone else used the one downstairs as soon as we got back.
Only I was impatient enough to Smash and eat before using the facilities.
There was a big, clear window to my right, and as I relieved myself I
looked outside at the great view of the purple sky and Troy's huge
backyard. From here I could also see the back of the house and a balcony
and...what the hell is that?
   I finished pissing and flushed and put my face real close to the glass.
I was looking through the glass door of a bedroom on the other side of the
floor and into a huge wall mirror.  Whose room is that, Troy's?  Nah Troy
doesn't have a balcony, must be Vince's.  Who gives a fuck whose room that
is, do you see that shit?  The house wasn't very big so the view wasn't too
far, and besides the light in the bedroom was on, so I could see
everything. In the reflection I saw a girl was sitting in a guy's lap with
her hands on his shoulders, and the two of them were kissing awkwardly and
passionately.  Both of them were only wearing their underwear, and the
guy's eyes were closed.  The girl had more of her back facing towards me,
but the guy was easily identifiable.  It was Marco, which meant the girl
had to be Jill.  I thought they were still outside!  Talking!  Jill I told
you to ask him out, not fuck him on Vince's bed!
   I was speechless.  I couldn't believe I was watching things get hot and
heavy between two of my best friends.  What I believed even less was how
lucky I was for this opportunity to fall into my lap.  They stopped kissing
and Marco looked at Jill's face.  By the looks of it she was telling him
something, and right away he reached his hands behind her back and
unclasped her bra.  What a stud.  I'd kill to be this guy.  Just unclasps a
bra without looking in two seconds like it's nothing.  Through the
reflection of the wall mirror I saw Marco's face full on, and I realized if
he just looked straight ahead he'd see me peeping on them.  I leapt across
the bathroom and turned off the light, and resumed spying on my friends'
hookup.  Jill's bra was off but I could still only see her tan back.  It
was so hot but also so frustrating.  She backed off Marco's lap and knelt
up.  She delicately lowered her panties to her knees and lay on her side to
kick them off.  Marco's face usually revealed nothing, but it was obvious
he was blown away by what he was seeing.  I wanna be blown away too!  Turn
around Jill!  C'mon, just a little to your left!
   Marco suddenly turned his gaze from Jill's legs to her face.  She was
probably telling him something again.  He got on his knees too and I could
clearly see the shape of the tent he was pitching in his boxers.  I didn't
need to see the shape though, because Jill reached forward and pulled the
front of his boxers down okay fuck you Marco.  Just, fuck you.  This guy
was Asian and his parents weren't even 5'4", yet somehow he was over 6 feet
tall and his dick was huge.  Maybe not huge, but bigger than mine for sure.
For the first time in my life I saw Marco look timid and unsure of what to
do, but Jill fixed that real quick.  She crawled forward and started
sucking his dick slowly.  Marco furrowed his brow and started breathing
heavily from his mouth.  I wished I could have heard them on top of seeing
them, because as hot as the scene was, it was like watching a silent voyeur
video.  Jill's head started bobbing more quickly and she stopped and looked
up at him.  Marco looked back down at her and said something and laughed.
Jill lay on her side again and started stroking his dick with her hand. 
Although she looked seductive as hell I could tell Jill had never done this
before, but it didn't matter.  Everything about the scene was boner
inspiring.  Even from the back Jill's body was jawdropping.  I couldn't
believe I hadn't noticed before.  Forget 8 out of 10, she's a solid 12. 
She was fit but still petite.  Slender but not skinny.  Curvy and also
smooth.  Probably how Cammi would look in a couple years.  Seems like
you've got a type, dude.
   Speaking of Cammi, I wish she were there with me.  Watching my
incredibly attractive friend give the object of her affection a handjob had
me close to drooling.  The day was supposed to take my mind off of sex, not
make me crave it more.  What was going on with my life?  I had no real
experience with sex on Monday, and now five days later I had fucked,
glazed, and masturbated in front of my little sister, and eaten her out to
boot, and now I was watching two of my close friends get their mack on in
my friend's house.  Jill kept stroking Marco with her hand as she reached
down to the floor with her other hand and came back up.  I couldn't really
see what she was holding, but soon I saw her open a small package and
tenderly slip a condom over Marco's member.  She adjusted herself and lay
on her back and I could almost finally get a good view of her naked body
when Marco started slowly fucking her missionary style.  Unfortunately,
Marco was now mostly blocking my view.  FUCK Marco I hate you so much! 
You're ruining everything!
   I desperately tried to get a better view by tiptoeing when I jumped with
a start as someone knocked on the door.
   "Jordan you In there?" It was Troy.
   "Y-yeah" I stammered.
   "You okay in there?  Why's the light off?"
   "I, uh...I really had to go so I didn't mess with the switch.  I'm fine
there's enough light from outside."
   "Aight just making sure.  Man you and Jensen take fucking forever," Troy
said as he moved away from the door.  I can't believe he bought that.  Am I
actually getting better at lying?  I better if I'm going to keep doing shit
like this.
   I turned back to the window to see that Jill and Marco had switched to
doggy style, and holy shit there is a God.  I finally had the view I wanted
and it was even better than I had hoped.  The two of them were facing the
mirror and I could see everything perfectly.  Marco had his hands around
Jill's waist and was rhythmically pumping in and out of her.  Jill was on
her hands and knees and I could clearly see her O face and swinging tits.
Her breasts were perfect.  Perfect.  She had nice, firm B cup tits with
dark nipples, and they swayed back and forth in time with the sex.  Her
hair was messed up and some of it was strewn over her face.  Her eyes were
closed and her brow was furrowed and her mouth was hanging open.  I had
seen this face on many a porn video before but it was way hotter this time.
There was something about seeing a reserved, prim and proper teenage girl
getting fucked and loving it that made it a hundred times better.  I wish I
could have heard the slapping of their bare skin.  I wish I could have
heard the moans coming from Jill's mouth.
   The two of them continued fucking doggy style for not even another
minute before Jill said something and Marco pulled her up by the arm.  Now
I had an even better view of Jill's unbelievably sexy body.  Her pussy was
completely shaved and her bouncing tits looked so hot I almost came in my
shorts right then and there.  Marco began slamming into Jill a little
harder and more quickly, and her furrowed brows raised and it was clear she
was about to cum.  She said something that looked like "Fuck!" and Marco
firmly grabbed her breast with the hand that wasn't holding her arm.  Jill
tilted her head back in ecstasy and grabbed at Marco's head as she
climaxed. As Marco kept bucking into her slowly and more weakly she arched
her back more and more.  Finally Jill fell forwards onto her arms and Marco
sat back on his heels.  Both of them looked spent and unwilling to move. 
Jill turned on her back anyway and Marco looked at her with content
satisfaction.  She crawled forward again and delicately took the rubber off
of Marco's still erect cock, making sure no cum spilled out.  She tied a
knot on the end and lightly tossed it somewhere on the ground as she pushed
herself up and started cleaning his dick with her mouth.  She cupped his
balls with one hand and Marco threw his head back lightly.  She bobbed up
and down on his dick a few more times before looking up at him again. 
Marco said something and laughed, and fell back on the bed.  Jill let
herself down on her stomach again and just like that they were done.
   I felt a vibration in my shorts and took out my phone in a daze.  I had
gotten a text from Cammi.
   -Hey!  Dad's letting me use my phone later on weekends now.  How's
Troy's house?
   Without thinking I texted back:
   -I just watched Jill and Marco fuck each others brains out There's no
way ill last a week
   -Don't text me that stuff Dad still checks my phone!
   Shit.
   -Sorry Do you know how to delete texts
   -Yes And WTF you watched them have sex?  What's going on?
   -Ill explain later There's no way ill last a week
   -You have to.
   -You have no idea what I just saw I cant do it
   -Make yourself do it.
   I looked up back through the window and saw neither Jill nor Marco on
the bed where they were a moment ago.  Oh shit.  I need to get back
downstairs.  Not waiting for my erection to subside, I raced to the door
and opened it to find Jill right outside, fully clothed, hair fixed and
everything.
   "Oh sorry," Jill said very quickly, "I didn't know someone was in
there."
   I had no reason to panic, but I still did.  Oh shit oh shit oh shit
she's gonna wonder why the light wasn't on and then she's gonna use the
washroom and see the window has a perfect view of Vince's room and she's
gonna know I watched her and Marco fuck and she's gonna hate me for life
and okay STOP.  Take it easy.  Just take it easy and think about it. 
There's no reason for her to think any of that.  She just finished secretly
fucking Marco and if anything she's the awkward one right now, so just play
it cool, and go downstairs.
   "It's fine," I said with forced nonchalance.  "You and Marco should get
your pizza, it's getting pretty cold."
   "Y-yeah, thanks," she said awkwardly.  She moved to enter the bathroom
as I was leaving it.  Whew.
   "You can tell me how things w-" I stumbled over my words as I stumbled
on my footing.  I slipped on the new tile and steadied myself on the wall
with my left hand, but not before banging into Jill's shoulder.  She
dropped something but also caught herself from falling too.
   "Oh shit sorry," I said, "lemme get that." I stooped to pick up what she
dropped when I saw it was the tied up condom.  I quickly turned to face her
as she did the same, and we both had deer-in-headlights expressions.
   Shit.
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Kinky Vanilla Chapter 4