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Subject: {ASSM} {GALAGO} "Peeping Jane" (Kristen) (mf, voy, teen, mast)
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Submitting this story for Kristen, who couldn't do it herself.
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Archive name: peepjane.txt (mf, voy, teen, mast)
Authors name: Kristen Kathleen Becker
Story title : Peeping Jane
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Copyright © 1999 Kristen Kathleen Becker -- Please do
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Thank you for your consideration.
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Here's my little offering for the grand opening of
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Peeping Jane (mf, voy, teen, mast)
by Kristen Kathleen Becker
October 14th 1999
That familiar thrill surged through her body again as
Jane lay on her back in the middle of the deserted
schoolyard. It had to be almost nine o'clock by now
and Jane was luxuriating in the smell of the freshly
cut grass, and the cool night breeze that ruffled her
hair.
She was waiting for Rob Cartwright to go to bed. She
knew that on a Wednesday night he usually went to bed
around ten. She had been thinking about him all day.
This wasn't the first time that Jane had laid there in
the dark thinking about Rob. The first time she had
peeked at him without his knowledge was by accident.
It had been almost six months ago now, but as the
young girl hugged herself, thinking about that time
her excitement swelled.
She'd gone over to the Cartwright home to visit her
friend and classmate Brenda. They had made plans to
study together for an upcoming test at school the
next day. Jane lived on the next street over with her
backyard butting up against her friend's. Over time,
the girls had gotten used to climbing over the fence
dividing their yards, rather than walking all the way
around the block. Jane and Brenda were almost as close
as sisters, and no one seemed to mind that they did
this.
But that night something was different. As Jane walked
into her backyard and pulled herself up onto the top
of the fence, balancing her history book on the top
edge, she noticed that heavy metal music was blaring
from Brenda's house. She could see flashing lights
mixed with the black-blue fluorescent of a "black
light" coming from Rob's room.
That struck Jane as strange. She knew that Brenda and
Rob's parents wouldn't normally allow their children
to play loud music at 9:00 o'clock on a school night.
But after a brief moment of thought she shrugged to
herself, and grabbing her history book, jumped down
into her friend's yard.
As Jane approached the house, she thought that she
could hear someone screaming in time with the beat of
the song. It almost sounded like an animal, or one of
those performers that do those strange acts at punk
raves. Jane knew that she shouldn't, but she sidled up
to Rob's bedroom window to see what all the noise was
about.
As the teenager stealthily peeked through her
neighbor's bedroom window, her eyes widened for a
moment, then she dropped to the grass with her back
to the house wall. She sat there for a full minute,
eyes still wide with her hand over her mouth, in
shock at what she had just seen.
The image of a naked boy dancing in time to the music
in front of his mirrored closet doors had been burned
into her mind. Rob had been skipping to the music,
holding his electric guitar, and pretending that he
was playing it and watching his naked body making rock
performer moves in the mirror.
For a moment Jane wasn't sure that she hadn't dreamed
the whole thing. The flashing strobe light and the
black light may have been playing tricks on her eyes.
Now breathing fast with excitement, Jane slowly got
to her feet and crouched at Rob's window again and
peeked into his room.
He was now standing fully reflected in the mirror.
He'd thrown his guitar onto his bed and was dancing
with himself watching his own naked body turning and
twisting to the rhythm of the music.
Jane swallowed, eyes glued to the boy's nude body.
She'd never seen a teenage boy naked before. Rob was
two years older than her, and she'd always thought
he was good looking. But she had never imagined that
a boy's body could look so nice when completely naked.
She stood there admiring his muscles rippling as he
danced to the music. She knew it was wrong to be doing
this, but watching his penis sticking out so stiffly
and his trim muscular body dancing in front of her was
making her feel so very strange. She just couldn't
pull herself away.
Then as she watched he strode to his bed, flopped
down on it and began to masturbate his hard penis.
Jane gasped as she watched it popping up between his
fingers and then disappearing back into his hand on
the up stroke. It was so strange to be standing there,
invading someone's most private moment, Jane thought.
She knew that if Rob caught her doing this he'd be
mortified beyond words, and so would she for that
matter.
Jane was brought out of her thoughts by a sound that
made her tremble. It was a primal sound, and it made
her want to run home and masturbate herself. Rob
grunted several times then Jane watched as a jet of
what she knew was his sperm shot up at least 12 inches
to land on his breastbone. Then another slightly
shorter gush, then another... and another.
It was so strange to be standing there watching him
doing this! Jane wondered if Rob felt the same feelings
when he came that she did. It looked like he was
enjoying himself, his eyes were closed, but his mouth
was open and his body was arched away from the bed
sheets as he came.
When Rob's naked body dropped back to the bed Jane was
struck by how horny she was after watching him doing
himself like this. But instead of returning home to
relieve herself, she rushed on through the yard to the
Cartwright's front door. She couldn't bring herself to
skip her homework even though she was feeling so
excited.
When Brenda answered the door, Jane just knew that her
friend could tell what she'd done. She just knew that
her depravity showed in her eyes. But after a while,
Jane relaxed and the girls started their assignment.
***
That first night when Rob had nonchalantly come into
the kitchen to get something to snack on, it was all
that Jane could do not to say something. She was
embarrassed that she had peeked at him doing something
so personal. But at the same time she remembered how
hot he looked doing it.
Jane had a hard time concentrating on her homework,
and that night she masturbated to the image in her
mind of a teenage boy's naked dancing body. When she
came, it was better than normal and she knew why.
She knew then that she would peek at Rob again if she
could.
***
That had been six months ago... Jane rolled over in
the grass and slipped her hand into her loose fitting
shorts and began to finger herself ever so slowly.
Thinking about that first time was making her wet with
need. She'd repeated her crime 20 times since. There
were many nights when she had snuck over into the
Cartwright's backyard and there was nothing to see.
But when Rob was in his room there was invariably some
lewd show for her to see.
It seemed that all Rob did in his room was to play
with himself. She wandered if all boys did that. Then
the thought occurred to her that she should try going
over to Jason's house some evening to see what he did
in the privacy of his bedroom.
Jane pushed herself up from the grass with a sigh and
began to walk over to the Cartwright's house. Her
excitement rising with each step that she took. It
seemed that spying on Rob pleasuring himself was never
going to get old...
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Thank you "Professor" Stephen for proofreading my
little story.
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MY STORY PAGE
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http://kristenstories.web1000.com/
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Kristen's collection - Directory 10
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