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My First Time
We had just moved into a new neighborhood and just like the junks we tossed behind, I left the few friends I had. Starting over in a new place was a great challenge for a teenager with the least social skills.
Over the next few months, I would stay up in my room after school and pry with the first binoculars I saved up to buy. There wasn't much to do- only son amidst three girls, dad came home from work on weekends and mum had enough on her hands too. So I tried to make the best of a lifetime I had to spend in the new place.
It was a hot afternoon, I had just gotten back from school and the same routine was put to effect; jump on the bed, stare at the torn pages of an old adult magazine I picked from one of the boxes in the store(obviously whoever had it must had outgrown the explicit images but it certainly played a great part in edging off the stress built up in my lower area), look through my binoculars at females walking back and forth the busy street till the evening hinders my view, eat dinner and sleep afterwards.
But this day was different from the commonly occurring events, right across the street a storage van pulled over in front of a vacant apartment; new neighbors were moving in. The couple seemed happy and anxious to move into their new home but the sight wasn't my usual epic scene so I shifted my angle back on the busy street but my intuition urged me to look back at the new neighbors and there she was; their daughter, reluctant to come down from the van just like my first time in the new place - She was a fair skinned petite female with her hair pulled back into a pony tail, she wore a pink top and a tight short skirt rightly fitted for her attractively shaped figure. Even as she wore discontent on her innocent face, she still looked pleasant in sight. My rich but dirty imagination rushed like a motion of light and I zoomed in further to get a better view.
Over the weeks, I would hurry down from school as I found myself a new hobby; her room was directly opposite mine and I would pry even when she was asleep, she was like an enigma I needed to decipher. I mean everything about her was inexplicable. She stayed up in her room all day watching TV and reading novels, sometimes she spent hours on phone but what really puzzled me was the way she lived, like she knew she was being watched. She would take considerable time in taking off her clothes in a slow, appealing way as described in the few romance novels I read and that moment when she's about to let down her underwear, she would turn off the light, then the light came back on and she's wrapped in towel. I often fantasized about her and drew a complete image beyond the obvious I often saw. In no time, I knew her routine, her favorite TV show, her preferred...
Over the next few months, I would stay up in my room after school and pry with the first binoculars I saved up to buy. There wasn't much to do- only son amidst three girls, dad came home from work on weekends and mum had enough on her hands too. So I tried to make the best of a lifetime I had to spend in the new place.
It was a hot afternoon, I had just gotten back from school and the same routine was put to effect; jump on the bed, stare at the torn pages of an old adult magazine I picked from one of the boxes in the store(obviously whoever had it must had outgrown the explicit images but it certainly played a great part in edging off the stress built up in my lower area), look through my binoculars at females walking back and forth the busy street till the evening hinders my view, eat dinner and sleep afterwards.
But this day was different from the commonly occurring events, right across the street a storage van pulled over in front of a vacant apartment; new neighbors were moving in. The couple seemed happy and anxious to move into their new home but the sight wasn't my usual epic scene so I shifted my angle back on the busy street but my intuition urged me to look back at the new neighbors and there she was; their daughter, reluctant to come down from the van just like my first time in the new place - She was a fair skinned petite female with her hair pulled back into a pony tail, she wore a pink top and a tight short skirt rightly fitted for her attractively shaped figure. Even as she wore discontent on her innocent face, she still looked pleasant in sight. My rich but dirty imagination rushed like a motion of light and I zoomed in further to get a better view.
Over the weeks, I would hurry down from school as I found myself a new hobby; her room was directly opposite mine and I would pry even when she was asleep, she was like an enigma I needed to decipher. I mean everything about her was inexplicable. She stayed up in her room all day watching TV and reading novels, sometimes she spent hours on phone but what really puzzled me was the way she lived, like she knew she was being watched. She would take considerable time in taking off her clothes in a slow, appealing way as described in the few romance novels I read and that moment when she's about to let down her underwear, she would turn off the light, then the light came back on and she's wrapped in towel. I often fantasized about her and drew a complete image beyond the obvious I often saw. In no time, I knew her routine, her favorite TV show, her preferred...
