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

   Part Three - f(mast),mf(oral)
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   Many times over the next week, I caught myself thinking about that
second encounter.  The feeling of being watched when I masturbated had gone
and, when I went over the events, I realised that at some point when I
stood naked in front of Jaynie I had no longer been aware that she was
there.  I wondered if she had felt the same when she knelt over me on the
first occasion.

   Another weird thing was that rather than lying along the length of my
bed when I masturbated, I now preferred to lie across it with my legs
hanging over the edge.  Sometimes I fantasized about Jaynie kneeling over
me and sometimes I didn't, but that position somehow seemed more
comfortable.

   I heard nothing from her for nearly two weeks, and had begun to think
that she was satisfied with her revenge.  I no longer avoided going past
her house, and occasionally watched her (with her clothes on!) in her
bedroom, though only for a few minutes as I didn't want to risk her looking
up to find me staring at her.  I was therefore a little surprised when I
answered the phone one evening and recognised her voice.

   "Hello, pervert," Jaynie said in a curiously unmenacing tone, "Have you
climbed anyone else's fence recently?"

   "No," I answered warily.

   "Good.  I want you to climb over mine."

   "Why?"

   "Shut up and do as you're told," was the curt reply, followed by a click
as she hung up.

   Okay...  what does she want now?  I sighed.  I was intrigued, but not
worried.

   It was still light outside, and I was a little concerned about being
seen by someone from one of the neighbouring houses.  Fortunately, the
trees either side of the fence provided some cover, and when I popped my
head back up from just inside Jaynie's garden, I couldn't see anyone in
their windows.

   Her curtains were closed, and there was no indication what I should do,
so I made my way to the side of the house, past the dustbins which had been
my downfall, and tried the back door.  It was unlocked.

   Inside, I listened for a few moments.  I didn't know if she had planned
some sort of trap.  If her parents were there, they might think I was
trying to break in, or goodness knows what else.  But there was no sound.

   I followed the corridor, climbed the steps to the raised level and
stopped in front of Jaynie's door.  It was closed.  I hesitated, as I'd
expected it to be open.  It seemed wrong just to open it.  After all,
strictly I'd been told to climb over the fence, nothing else.

   The handle turned and I jumped.  She opened the door and regarded my
coolly.

   "Adding listening at doors to your crimes now?"

   She motioned me through and closed the door behind me.

   "Sit," Jaynie instructed, pointing at the bed.

   She was fully clothed in soft lemon yellow shorts and a white tshirt
which, although I hadn't really thought about it, was unexpected and
immediately made me cautious.  I need not have worried, however, as she
promptly slipped her fingers under the top of her shorts and pushed both
them and, I assumed, her knickers down in one go, and delicately kicked
them from her ankles.

   Until that point her room had smelled sweet and fresh just like any
girl's, but as she stepped close to me I caught a different scent, the same
one I had first experienced nearly three weeks ago.  Rising from between
her legs, it practically hit me, and I knew instantly that she was very
aroused.

   "You know the rules," Jaynie warned me, pushing me down by my shoulders
and climbing onto the bed, "No touching."

   She leaned forward over me and braced herself with her left hand against
the wall behind me.  Her right hand first stole under her tshirt to her
breasts---she was clearly not wearing a bra---then down over her belly and
between her thighs.

   I lay flat on the bed, letting my eyes close, and inhaled deeply,
drawing in as much of her hot, musky scent as I could.  Her knees were
quite close to my shoulders, and I thought I could feel the heat of her
skin radiating onto my face.  The bed moved gently beneath me every now and
then as she shifted.

   When I opened my eyes, I could not believe how close she was to me. 
There could not have been more than four inches between my face and her
fingers, sliding up and down between her pussy lips.  She had pushed her
hips forward, and they gyrated slowly as if she were grinding them against
her hand.

   From this distance I could see exactly how Jaynie touched herself.  She
used three fingers; her index and ring fingers slightly spread her pussy
and probed between the outer and inner lips, the tips travelling up and
down the miniature valleys they formed.  Her second finger teased the inner
lips themselves, thrusting gently between them, making them part a little,
but not actually venturing inside.  Sometimes she would change and use just
two fingers in a slow circle, down one side and up the other, pressing her
inner lips flat.  All the while her thumb was folded inside her hand, so
that the side of it slid against her clitoris.

   I watched her hypnotic caresses for I don't know how long, the rhythmic
thrusting motions of her hips becoming more exaggerated, until it occurred
to me that if she pushed much further forward she would actually touch my
face.

   As soon as I thought that, I decided I had to make it happen.  Her scent
was so strong that I could practically taste it anyway, but I had to know
what it would be like.  The possible repercussions flickered across my
mind---but at that point, I really didn't care what she did.

   I lifted my head up off the bed and, on the next upstroke of her hand,
pushed my tongue out towards her.

   "Uhng!"

   That first contact was absolutely magical.  The taste of her was like
her scent made solid, or maybe liquid as her wetness rolled across my
tongue.  She was hot and soft and smooth.  But even better than that was
her reaction.

   After the first strangled noise, she made what I can only describe as a
mewling, whimpering sound.  Her breathing became a shallow panting, and she
seemed to be breathing more in than out.  The motion of her hips abruptly
stopped and her right hand lifted away, hanging wavering just above my
face.

   I craned my neck as far as I could and pushed my face close enough to
press my lips to her pussy, my nose just brushing the thin hair on her
mound.  Now I could slip my tongue between her outer lips.

   There was a faint saltiness, probably perspiration from her skin, and a
slightly sour edge at first though that quickly passed.  The inside of her
outer lips had a texture which I had not expected, and I found that
pleasant across my tongue.  The inner lips folded over at the slightest
pressure, and as I probed gently at them they separated and the tip of my
tongue slid further inside.

   I could not push very far into her vagina itself, as my tongue and neck
were stretched just as far as they could go, but I did not need to.  She
was as wet, and her taste was as potent, there compared with the outside of
her pussy as was the outside compared to four inches away.

   As I explored her pussy, Jaynie slowly began to move.  At first she
simply pushed her hips forward, forcing her mound against my mouth, but as
I moved my tongue left and right over her folds so she moved with me. 
Watching her (as much as I could with my face pressed between her legs!), I
started to experiment, tracing the same slow circle between her inner and
outer lips with my tongue as she had with her fingers, feeling her hips
roll against me in time.

   Just as I was beginning to enjoy this control I had suddenly found over
her, Jaynie's hips shuddered.  Her legs trembled and the hand which had
hung loose joined the other, bracing her against the wall.  As she did
this, she leaned into me, allowing me to relax my neck.  Almost
accidentally I licked up her pussy, following the line between the lips to
her clitoris.  It was the most natural thing in the world for me to lick
under the lower edge of it, gently over the tip, and push against the hood
above it.

   Now being a modern boy, I knew what a clitoris was; I knew what it
looked like and what it was for, and even had some rudimentary (if until
now theoretical) knowledge of what to do with it.  What I could not have
imagined was Jaynie's reponse.

   She gasped.  I mean REALLY gasped.  You might have thought she had just
had the wind knocked out of her.

   In my surprise I continued waving my tongue back and forth over her, and
of course this just increased the effect.  Her legs locked and her hips
again froze in place, thrust against my face.  She stopped breathing for
several seconds.  Then as suddenly as she had stopped, she exploded,
frantically thrashing her hips back and forth.  I was scared she would bash
my face, but absurdly I kept my mouth against her pussy.  The bed bounced
beneath us, and I grabbed her knees with my hands to steady us.

   I could not say exactly how long she continued, but eventually she
stopped.  I decoupled my face from her and, neck muscles screaming, dropped
my head onto the bed.

   Looking up, I could see her arms had bent at the elbows and I hoped she
would not collapse onto me.  Her head fell forward, hair surrounding her
face.  Her eyes were closed, and she panted rapidly.  The skin under her
breasts and down her stomach glistened with sweat, and there were small
trickles down the inside of her thighs from her pussy, which lay spread
slightly open, glowing a fierce red.  I wanted to touch her, and I wanted
to touch myself too, but even now I didn't dare.

   I wondered how I would extricate myself from beneath her, if she didn't
move, as I lay trapped between her knees.  I first I tried to slide down
through her legs, but I couldn't get my arms inside.  Deciding there was no
alternative, I reached up, put my hand on her shoulder, and pushed against
her.  I hardly had any leverage, but she was surprisingly light, and
unresisting.  She pivoted and half rolled, half fell towards the head of
the bed, head sinking onto the pillow.  Her knees fell open, reminiscent of
the position in which I had first seen her masturbating.

   Although Jaynie's breathing had slowed now, her eyes remained closed. 
Seeing her clothes lying on the floor, I picked up her tshirt and shorts
and lay them over her.  The last thing I saw before I left her room was a
soft smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
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