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I slump down onto the edge of my bed, waiting for my breath and heartbeat to return to normal. A small laugh escapes and I’m incredulous at what just happened because I’ve never been able to understand how to pleasure myself. It’s always been a mystery how to satisfy the building tension between my legs, or how to find an outlet for the lust coursing through my body. But then my gorgeous next-door neighbor moves in, and bam! Problem solved. Trent is thoroughly incredible, hung, and soooo male. Too bad that he has no idea what just happened … or how much I want him.
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Janie
A week later …
The roar of the lawnmower wakes me from a deep slumber. How dare someone mow their lawn at this ungodly hour on a weekend? I open my eyes and lie there for a moment, keenly aware that the sound is coming from the left side of the house: Trent’s side. I lie there, resisting the urge to get up and peek out the window to see if it’s him. Because it’s been a week since I watched him masturbate in his pool, pleasuring himself until semen flew in a great arc through the air. It was amazing, and I loved watching him climax, not to mention the session I’d had with myself.
But then again, it was a little weird because I was basically a Peeping Tom. I was a creeper of the worst sort, spying on my neighbor in the privacy of his own back yard. But if he didn’t want to be seen, why’d he masturbate out in the open like that? Did he really think it was that dark? I couldn’t decide, and frankly, I haven’t been able to come to terms with myself. Because I’m a shy girl, and yet I’d been a total voyeur that night, like some gross old guy who peeps in on teen girls changing.
Oh well. It was worth it, and the spasms of my pussy were the best I’d ever had. So I put it out of my mind temporarily. But before I can decide whether to get up out of bed and look out of the window, the sound of the lawnmower stops and doesn’t start again. The silence is thunderous, and after a few moments I can’t resist. I swing my legs out of bed and edge carefully over to the window, confirming my thoughts: it had been Trent mowing the lawn, but he’s nowhere to be seen now. The red metal of the lawnmower shines, abandoned, in the early morning sun.
My phone buzzes. What? I blink blearily. I have a text? It’s probably from Ying, my lab partner, arranging to meet up this weekend to prepare for our test. But as I grab my phone to answer text, I realize it’s not from her. It’s a notification from my ChatWorld app. Oh right. I’d forgotten all about my profile on the site. Someone has sent me a message and I see it’s from an avatar called EasyDude. Sighing, I open the message.
EasyDude: Hey, how’s it going?
Hmm. Should I even answer this? What if he’s some weirdo? He doesn’t have a picture, but then again, neither do I. Shaking my head, I put my phone down and pull on my bathrobe as I start thinking about what I want for breakfast.
But as I glimpse Trent’s abandoned lawn mower, I’m reminded that there’s no point hoping to hold out for a guy as hot as Trent – he has no idea who I am, and even if he did, he’d never be interested in a curvy girl like me. I may as well answer this EasyDude person. I pick up my phone and settle back into my pillows.
HeartLove: hey, not bad.
HeartLove: I almost didn’t answer this. And I’m still not convinced I should have. But the guy pings back almost immediately.
EasyDude: how come?
I figure I should just be honest.
HeartLove: I’m totally new to this. I’m a bit unsure lol
EasyDude: don’t worry, I’m not a creep :)
HeartLove: good to know lol
Ok, so maybe this isn’t so bad. He seems nice. At least he doesn’t have any spelling errors so far.
EasyDude: how come no pic?
HeartLove: I could say the same about you
EasyDude: ha I guess
EasyDude: can you describe yourself?
Oh gosh, here it goes. Should I just continue on the honest path? I suppose there’s no point in lying. I mean, he can see my description in my profile. Maybe that’s why he contacted me in the first place? But surely, when he thinks “curvy,” he’s imagining curves like Niki Minaj’s, and not my generous swells. Maybe I should play it coquettish?
HeartLove: you first ;)
Shit, this is so not me! My face blazes up, blushing furiously as I await his reply. It comes immediately.
EasyDude: if you like ;)
