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SINCE YOU LIKE TO WATCH by Jessica Knight <knightjar at yahoo.co.uk>

Part One - f(mast),mf(voy)
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My first sexual encounter with a girl was when I was fifteen.

The girl in the house opposite ours had her bedroom on what they call a mezzanine floor, which is halfway between ground and first floors. I had known I could see into Jaynie's bedroom, from my room at the back of our house, for a long time, but it was only after puberty that I became interested in watching her. Unfortunately, although I often got to see her in her pyjamas (most often at the weekends), I never got to see anything more because she always had the curtains closed.

One particular evening, however, I noticed a thin line of light showing where the curtains would normally meet. With my binoculars, I could see that she hadn't quite closed the curtains properly, but from my room I couldn't see very much in the room because the gap was not wide enough. My parents were out for the evening, so I snuck out of the house through the kitchen door and climbed over the fence which separated our garden from theirs. I crept across their back lawn until I reached the wall of the house.

Unfortunately, I couldn't see through the window because it was too high up. Disappointed, I was about to go back when I spotted their dustbins by the side of the house. They were the old metal cylinder type, about three feet high. I hefted one into its lower rim, trying to be as quiet as I could while rolling the heavy object across the concrete path.

It was just tall enough; if I stretched on tiptoe, my eyes were about two inches above the window sill, and I could just see into Jaynie's bedroom though the crack in the curtains, which could not have been more than an inch or two wide. However narrow it may have been, it was perfectly positioned for me to see her bed, and although I could not properly see the end of the bed, I could see the headboard, and Jaynie herself, lying on the bed, naked.

I was so stunned that it took me a long time to notice that she wasn't just lying on the bed. She lay on her back with her left arm thrown up behind her head and pressed against the headboard as if she were trying to push herself down the bed. As my eyes travelled down her body, they lingered on her breasts which, at fourteen, were making the transition from the cone-shape of early puberty to the rounded full breasts of a woman. Her left leg was bent at the knee with her foot by the knee of her right leg, which was thrown wide, so her left thigh, left shin and right thigh formed a triangle, in the middle of which her right hand covered her groin. Not just covered, but was moving. I could not see most of her mound because her hand obscured it, but I could see her outer labia and her fingers between them.

She was masturbating!

I was so shocked---girls just /didn't/ masturbate as far as I was concerned, certainly not girls like Jaynie; all I had hoped for was a glipmse at her naked---that I fell off the dustbin and landed flat on my arse. The dustbin shifted sideways as I fell and the lid slipped off, hitting the ground with a loud CLANG.

For a few seconds I sat frozen to the spot, but the adrenaline kicked in just as the curtains were snatched aside. Light flooded the garden as I pressed my back to the wall underneath the window. For what must have been seconds but seemed to take forever, I watched Jaynie's shadow on the lawn just a few yards in front of me. She moved from side to side, trying to see into as much of the garden as possible. Finally the curtains closed and I gasped for air, not realising I had been holding my breath in terror of being discovered.

I sank to the ground still with my back pressed to the wall. That had been /so/ close, but boy had it been worth it, even for just ten seconds of looking at her.

A dull thump roused me from my reverie, and I noticed that the cold had started to seep through my jeans from the concrete below. I stood up, picked up the fallen dustbin lid and eased it back into place as quietly as I could. Then I lifted the dustbin onto my toes and began to walk it slowly around the corner of the house back from where I had taken it. I was so engrossed in this that I completely failed to spot the silhouette standing in front of the back door (the dull thump, my testosterone-slowed brain belatedly informed me).

"Andrew Hughes, you FUCKING pervert!" it hissed.

My legs acted without prompt from my addled brain, but failed to recall that my toes were under the lip of the dustbin, and once again I collapsed to the ground. I scrambled to my feet but the silhouette had already shot forward and grabbed my clothes between neck and shoulder, and dragged me back down. Briefly it let go, but only to secure a grip by the back of my neck and left wrist. In a blur of dragging and pushing, I was propelled through the back door into the house. The door slammed shut and I heard a key turn in the lock, then I was frog-marched through the gloom of the house, up about five steps, and into the suddenly bright glare of electric light, where I was thrust down onto the floor.

"How DARE you?" Jaynie ranted. I couldn't fully open my eyes because of the brightness but I could hear her breath snatched raggedly, and her shadow covered me as I lay half-sprawled. "What the FUCK do you think you were doing?"

"I... err... saw the... err..."

"You're a fucking voyeur, a peeping tom, thats what you are!" she fumed. Jaynie shouldn't use the F word, she wasn't that sort of girl, or at least as far as I knew, but she seemed to be making up for lost time.

She grabbed me at my throat, her fist screwed tight into my clothes, and jerked me up to my feet. I noticed she had on a blue towelling dressing gown. Then I was turned and pushed backwards until my shins struck the edge of her bed and I fell backwards onto it. I felt the mattress give as she climbed, one knee either side of me.

From this position she blocked the light and I could suddenly see much better. Her dressing gown parted down the middle as she shifted up until she straddled my chest. She bent at the waist, her face reaching down to within inches of my head, but too far up for us to be eye to eye.

"Is this what you want, PERVERT?" Jaynie hissed.

Then she straightened and swept her dressing down off her shoulders so that it fell across my knees and she knelt above me completely naked. She thrust her hips forward so that her groin was just over my chest, and with her left hand grasped hold of the headboard to steady herself. Her right hand slid over her breasts and down her body until it nestled between her legs, the two smaller fingers curled into her palm. Her thumb lodged in the crease between her lower belly and left thigh, and her first two fingers splayed either side of her pussy, so that the lips were pushed together.

From this distance I could not help but notice that although Jaynie did have hair down there, it was mostly at the top, although there were a few short hairs protruding from the lips themselves. I looked up past the delicate curve of her belly to her half-conical, half-rounded breasts. Her nipples were quite small, but visibly erect, surrounded by areolae about the size of a penny, slightly darker pink that the rest of her skin. Her neck was bent forward so that she was looking directly at me. She glared at me, her mouth pressed into a tight line. Unable to match her stare, I dropped my gaze back down to the hand at her groin.

Her fingers had relaxed and no longer pressed either side, but instead traced gently over the top of her outer lips, which had separated enough that I could see dark redness between them. I watched as she worked her middle finger between the centre of the lips, bending her index finger so that it fell into place above and behind. With these fingertips she parted the lips, still stroking up and down between them. At the same time the most exquisite scent assailed me, a scent which to this day I cannot get enough of---horny pussy.

After a short while I began to feel very uncomfortable, and realised I was unbelievably hard. I started to undo the zip on my jeans but she saw the movement and pulled my hand away.

"No," Jaynie snapped, "perverts don't get to play with themselves, and I won't have you getting mess everywhere."

She shifted further up, pushing my arms wide with her knees so I could no longer stretch around them to my crotch.

After a few more moments, I reached in with one hand and touched the inside of her thigh, sliding my fingers up towards her pussy, but she slapped me away.

"No touching!" Jaynie ordered. "Since you like to watch, that's what you'll do."

So I just lay there helplessly, horny as anything, while she played with herself. My own prick was throbbing now, pressed tight inside my jeans. I tried shifting my hips, but that only made things worse by rubbing it against my clothes, and I feared I might further embarrass myself by cumming in my underpants. Looking up, I saw she had closed her eyes and no longer glared down at me.

Her hand had ceased its exploring and instead rhythmically circled over the outside of her pussy. Wetness gleamed along the length of her fingers, and they made a faint swishing sound each time they moved up and down.

After a bit, drops of moisture collected beneath her fingers, beaded, and fell onto my tshirt. Her hand twitched faster, but in progressively smaller movements, and I was surprised to realise that she had not actually put any of her fingers inside herself, which was how I had imagined girls might masturbate.

The first sign that she was nearing her climax was the mattress starting to bounce underneath us, and I noticed the muscles in her legs were clenching erratically. The knuckles of her left hand were white where they gripped the headboard, and I could no longer see her face, her head being thrown so far back. Her hips were pushed forward towards my face, and the erotic smell of her was overpowering. All four fingers kneaded and ground against her pussy, and I could hear her panting.

All of a sudden she grunted most perculiarly, thrust hard with her hips and squeezed her fingers hard against herself. She held like that for maybe two seconds, relaxed momentarily, tensed again, then jerked back and forth several times with diminishing force.

When the movement stopped, she sagged forward, breathing in gasps. Her hair fell around her face, and she let go of the headboard, jamming her hand down on the bed to prevent herself collapsing onto me.

"Happy now, PERVERT?" Jaynie demanded, glaring at me again through her hair. "Got what you wanted? Answer me!"

I nodded dumbly. I got way more than I could possibly have dreamed for, it was incredible.

She climbed off the bed and grabbed her robe from the floor, threw it around and drew it tight, depriving me of the sight of her.

"Now get lost!" Jaynie snarled, kicking at my leg. "Go home and wank off. Don't you EVER come near my window again, and if you breath a WORD of this, I will FUCKING KILL you!"

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