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   Authors Note.  I wanted to see if I could write a story using nothing
but dialogue.  Think of when you stood outside a door, hearing the
conversation, but only imagining just what was happening.

   Peeping (M/F) By Heathen57

   "Thanks for the invite Cindy.  After the breakup, I've been kinda lost"

   "What are friends for?- After all, we've known each other for years. 
Since I moved here when we were 10."

   "It has been 10 years hasn't it?  You were a skinny tom boy."

   "And you were the local geek.  You turned into a hunk about 15 though."

   "And you Cindy, became a total fox.  The guys were always after you.  I
am still surprised that you are not married with kids by now."

   "I liked the boys.  But none of them were interested in anything but
getting into my pants."

   "Well, we were all just horny teens and you were hot."

   "Come on, I have dinner on the table.  It's one of your favorites, pot
roast and all the fixings.

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   "Dinner was great Cin.  You always could cook.  You outdid yourself this
time"

   "Thanks.  It is always nice to have someone to cook for that appreciates
it.  Shall we take our wine to the living room and relax?"

   "This is better.  Glad to get these shoes off."

   "Charlie?  Why did we never get together?  We were always together, but
you never tried anything."

   "Honestly Cindy, I was scared to death of you.  Your sexiness, I mean.
You turned into the beautiful, luscious, and incredibly sexy.  I knew I
couldn't compete with those popular guys."

   "Why didn't you ever tell me any of this then?"

   "I wouldn't have said anything now, except I have drunk almost a bottle
of wine."

   "Well since I have had about the same amount, I will confess that I kept
hoping you would come on to me.  Those other guys just were something to
keep me occupied until you came to your senses."

   "Maybe you have just brought me to my senses."

   "Oh God, Charlie, when did you learn to kiss like that?!?"

   "Krissy Ingram in 10th grade.  She taught me all kinds of things I had
never heard of before."

   "Hehehe.  I just KNEW she wasn't the sweet, virginal little daddy's girl
she let on she was."

   "She wasn't virginal, I can tell you that.  What they say about a
preacher's daughter was true in her case.  Now let me show you some other
things that she taught me."

   "Ohhhhh Charlie.  Just let me get this bra off.  Mmmmmm.  Oh yes, lick
them."

   "Wait, Cindy.  Let me get my shirt off.  Ahhhh.  I didn't realize my
nipples were that sensitive.  You know that thong looks great on you."

   "Well you might like me better out of it."

   "Cindy you are so beautiful You are more sexy than I had ever imagined.
No, wait.  Let me lay down so I can do you too."

   "You can cum in my mouth.  I really want to taste you."

   "Oh God I can feel the back of your throat.  No one has ever done that
before.  AAAAAACUUUUUUMMMMING!!!"

   "Oh yeah, Charlie.  Just a little lower.  That's it!  Oh yeah right
there!!  Charliiiiiiiieeeeee!!"

   "Oh Cindy,- that was great.  Give me a few minutes."

   "Oh look.  He's stirring again.  Let me give him a little rub to wake
him up."

   "That's it, baby.  Just slide down on me.  You are so wet!"

   "Oh God Charlie, I can feel you going in me.  Oh it's so deep!"

   "That's it baby.  Yeah, rub yourself.  Oh you look soooo sexy when you
do that."

   "Pinch my nipples!  Immmm... gonna.....  CUMMMMMM!"

   "OH GOD ME TOO!!!!!!."

   "Charlie?  Just cuddle me for a bit"

   "As long as you want."

   "Cindy?"

   "HMMM?"

   "I love you."

   "I love you too"

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   Damnit, I have to remember to take the lens cap off the next time I set
the video camera on the window sill.  And I call myself a peeper.