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   Shannon stared out the window of her bedroom at the house next door,
idly wondering if the family who had bought the house would have any
teenagers.  She hoped the proximity of the house would make her parents
more willing to let her hang out with other kids.  What could happen if she
was just going next door?  She sighed and looked around her room.  It was
her sanctuary.  She had painted and planned and hung beautiful curtains and
made it a place of her own.  She felt trapped by her strict and unemotional
parents, but her bedroom was her outlet, where she could let her creativity
flow and where she could be alone with her own thoughts and feelings, and
desires.

   Out of the corner of her eye she saw some movement in the backyard of
the house next door.  She had a good vantage point from her bedroom, being
the only window on that side of the house that was high enough to see past
the tall privacy fence into the yard.  She watched as a man carried outdoor
furniture onto the back patio.  She was far away, but she could tell that
he was tall and strong.  She felt a little twinge as she watched him,
rearranging things and carrying things back and forth.  After the furniture
was arranged to his satisfaction, he went back in the house and didn't come
back out to the backyard.  Shannon realized that she was disappointed, and
wanted to see more.  She told herself that she was just curious, and
wondered if she could catch glimpses of the rest of his family, but the
tingle she felt deep inside gave her away.

   She wandered downstairs and into the living room, where she peered out
the front window.  There he was!  Carrying boxes and furniture from the
moving truck into his home.  She could see much better now, and had
butterflies in her stomach as she watched this man, captivated.  His
strength was obvious in the way he lifted large boxes, but she also noticed
that he was laughing and joking with the movers as they worked together. 
She realized that she had a goofy smile on her face as she watched them, as
if she was in on the joke.

   "Shannon," she heard her father say.

   "Yes, Dad?" she asked as she turned to see him standing in the doorway.
It always hurt her a little, the way he stated her name when he was about
to speak to her, rather than calling her as other fathers called their
children.  A small thing, but it still bothered her.

   "Your chores.  Done?  Is there a reason you are lounging on the couch on
a Saturday?  You know there are things that need doing."

   "Yes, Dad, they're finished."

   "Well then come with me over to the neighbours.  Your mother said we
should offer to help him move in."

   Shannon's heart beat wildly as she followed her father out their front
door over to the neighbour's house.  The new owner was just walking out of
his front door towards the truck as they arrived at the house.  Shannon's
breath caught in her throat as she saw him up close for the first time. 
His skin was tanned to a golden brown, he had broad shoulders and she could
see the outlines of his chest through his shirt.  He had dark hair and a
very handsome mouth framed with the perfect amount of facial hair.  She
could see that his shirt was damp around his armpits and on his back, and
could smell a combination of deodorant and sweat.  He was a man.  And she
was breathless in his presence.  She didn't even realize that she had been
standing taking him in while he and her father had struck up a
conversation. She had no idea what it had been about, but was startled out
of her trance by her father stating her name impatiently.

   "Mr.  Holden has offered to pay you to clean house for him over the
summer, and into the school year if your mother and I think you can manage
your studies and this job."

   Shannon blinked a few times and nodded.  She didn't think she could
speak, and her father looked at her disdainfully.  "Would you like her to
give you some time to get things unpacked and settled before she starts? 
You two can discuss schedule.  Her mother and I both work full time and we
would much rather have her doing something productive with her time and
saving money for college than sitting at home wasting her summer away."

   "I'm sure we will figure something out." Mr.  Holden flashed a smile at
Shannon.  The corners of her mouth lifted a little in response, but she was
too dumbstruck to think of anything to say.  "Why don't you come by on
Monday, and you can help me do some of the organizing.  I should have quite
a bit unboxed by then.  I can show you around the house and give you the
rundown then, and we can figure out a schedule together.  I work from home
for the most part, so I am pretty flexible."

   Shannon nodded and forced what she knew was probably an awkward smile on
her face and then hurried behind her father back to their house.  She
turned back once and Mr.  Holden was still standing there, watching them
walk away.

   That night when Shannon was laying in bed, she couldn't stop thinking
about Mr.  Holden.  His eyes, his mouth, the way his muscles strained
against his shirt when he lifted something heavy.  The way he smelled.  It
was a hot night and Shannon had her curtains and windows open to let in the
breeze.  She was laying on top of her covers in a tank top and lacey
panties.  She loved the way the cool air stiffened her nipples through her
top and carressed her body, almost like the soft touch of Mr.  Holdens
fingers....  A light suddenly shone in her window.  Hoping to catch a
glimpse of Mr.  Holden, she hurried to the window and peeked out.  Sure
enough, there he was.  She gasped.  He was taking off his pants.  He pushed
them down off his hips to reveal fitted grey boxer briefs.  He was facing
away from her and she marveled at his body.  It suddenly dawned on her that
that would be his bedroom.  That his bedroom window was going to be
directly across from her bedroom window.  She looked back again, and saw
the light go out in the room.  She walked back to her bed and sank onto the
covers.  A gust of wind came through and hardened her already stiff nipples
even more.  Her breath caught and she closed her eyes and pictured Mr. 
Holden.  His strong body.  His lips.  His hands carressing her skin.  She
trailed her fingertips down her stomach.  Over her panties, tickling the
lips of her pussy.  She butterflied her legs, opening them wide and trailed
her fingers softly over her lips through her panties, torturing
herself...imagining it was Mr.  Holden's hand.  She let her mind wander to
the darkest places - the places she kept hidden from everyone.  She loved
to touch herself and found ways to watch different kinds of porn without
being detected by her parents, loved to read erotic literature and spent
hours pleasuring herself in her room.  But she had never felt the way about
a real person that Mr.  Holden made her feel, and she gave in to it fully
on her bed.  She bit her lips hard as her fingers slipped into her panties
and found her hard, wet, aching clit.  She rubbed the right side slowly at
first, sometimes stopping to slide her fingers down the inside of her lips
and squeezing them, pulling them, pinching her clit between her fingers and
rolling it around before rubbing hard and fast.  Her back arched and she
held her breath to avoid making the sounds that were rising up out of her
depths, her eyes shut tight and lip caught tightly between her teeth.  Her
legs went numb and limp as she came down from the hardest orgasm she had
ever experienced and with a soft sigh of satisfactiona and contentment she
slid into a sleep full of sensual dreams.