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Grandma's Window
by Schulzie (schulzie@hotmail.com)

***

A teenage boy strays in his grandmother's apartment to 
take care of the place while she in the hospital and 
ends up giving special shows for some teenage girls from 
the apartment building. (F-teens-voy, M-teen-exh, sol-
mast)

***

When I was in college, I had to spend part of a summer 
at my grandmother's apartment because she had to be 
hospitalized for a few weeks. Part of the time I spent 
at the hospital visiting her, the rest of the time I 
stayed at her apartment, feeding the cats, watering the 
plants, etc.

My grandmother lived on the first floor of the building. 
Her bedroom window faced the back where there were 
clotheslines for those residents who preferred the fresh 
air approach to drying clothes as opposed to putting 
them in the dryer.

There were a couple of teenage girls who also lived in 
the building. They were cute and from their 
conversations on the front steps that I could overhear 
from an open window, they were also boy crazy and very 
curious about all things sexual. 

From time to time, they would be sitting on the front 
steps of the apartment when I would return from the 
hospital. Though I had never introduced myself to them, 
we always exchanged greetings. I was not that much older 
than they were so I still found them close enough in age 
to be reasonably attracted to them. 

I think the feeling was mutual because I always had a 
feeling they were checking me out as I approached them. 
Once or twice I had heard some giggles after I had gone 
into the building that confirmed they found me 
attractive, not to mention the fact that from my 
grandmother's front windows, I could hear some barely 
whispered remarks about me and various parts of my body.

Late one morning I happened to see one of those girls in 
the back hanging up clothes on the line. I briefly 
considered flashing her, but realized that with the way 
the sun was shining, it was highly unlikely she would be 
able to see me unless I came right up to the window, 
which would be too obvious.

Later that evening, after I had just taken a shower, 
that girl and one of her friends were sitting out front 
talking when I heard her mother yell out of an upper 
floor apartment window to go get the clothes that were 
still on the line. The girl asked her friend if she 
wanted to come along. She said she did and the girl went 
up to her apartment to get a basket for the clothes.

This was my chance. Since the sun was close to setting, 
there was still a little bit of light left outside for 
me to see them and, if I turned all the lights on in 
Grandma's bedroom, they would be able to see me. I 
quickly undressed and threw a towel around me. I went 
into my grandmother's room, left the curtains open, 
pulled the shades down about halfway, and made sure the 
windows were open so I might hear them and vice versa.

I waited in the room with the lights off, sat on the 
edge of the bed stroking my cock into a partial erection 
and waited for them to come to the back of the apartment 
building. Within a minute or so, I could hear them 
approaching the clothes line. They were having a 
conversation, and I peeked out to see if they were in a 
position to see the windows. 

Yes! They were facing in my direction so I got up, 
turned on the lights, and pretended I had just come from 
the shower. Within seconds of turning on the lights, 
their conversation stopped and I heard one of the girls 
quietly say, "Look."

There I was walking around with nothing but a towel on, 
my semi-erect dick sticking up a little bit under the 
towel, and I knew I had their attention. I didn't dare 
look in the direction of the windows so it wouldn't seem 
I was aware of their presence. 

I went through the motions of putting on some deoderent, 
then came the big moment. I took off the towel and began 
to began to dry my hair with it. I could hear them 
whispering, though I couldn't make out a word they were 
saying. I paraded around the room for awhile to give 
them a good show. I made sure my cock was facing the 
window as much as possible. I would also give it an 
occasional tug to keep my partial hard-on as long as I 
possibly could.

Prior to this incident, whenever I had flashed a girl, I 
had never done anything other than show off my cock. But 
since I had an interested audience, I decided to take 
this event to a higher level. I've always gotten a bit 
of a thrill showing myself off to girls who I thought 
might be unacquainted with the male body. 

From some of their conversations I overheard, it seemed 
obvious these girls were either virgins or very sexually 
inexperienced. I suppose I took it upon myself to 
provided some sex education they normally don't get in 
school.

I threw the towel to the floor and laid down on the bed. 
I started jerking off for the girls. I started slowly, 
almost lazily stroking my cock. As I did, the whispering 
stopped and I could hear, faintly at first, the sound of 
footsteps slowly coming closer to the window. 

I only hoped that they were the only ones back there and 
that nobody else had come along. I could hear the 
"crunching" of their feet on the grass in the back, and 
was sure they were pretty close to the window. I 
proceeded to pick up the pace, which caused my dick to 
grow to a full erection. 

In later years, I learned how to slow the action down to 
enjoy the experience a little longer, but since this was 
the first time I had ever masturbated for an audience I 
was a little nervous and made quick work of it. I 
stroked my cock a little faster, pulling it upward and 
at such an angle that they would get the best possible 
view of it from their spot outside the window. 

After a few minutes of concentrated stroking, I came, 
made a few intentionally loud moans and groans in the 
process and shot my load all over my chest and stomach. 
I just laid there with my eyes closed afterwards until I 
could hear the sound of them quietly walking away.

I got up a minute later and turned off the lights. 
Looking out through the window, now that I could not be 
seen, I saw them hurriedly take the rest of the clothes 
off the line and start to head toward the front of the 
building. I rushed out to the living room and stood near 
the front window to listen to them. When they got to the 
steps they were talking with excitement in their voices.

"Did you see that?" one asked.

"Yeah, and could you believe how much came out? I didn't 
know that much came out!"

"I can't believe we just saw him playing with his dick. 
Didn't he know the curtains were open?"

"He must really have been horny!"

Then the first one began to imitate me stroking my dick 
and made grunting and groaning sounds. Both girls 
giggled. 

They started to go into the building and one of them 
said, "We've got to tell Debbie about this. Maybe he'll 
do it again tomorrow night. If we can get her over here, 
maybe she'll see him, too."

Well, Debbie did come over the next night. As they sat 
out front, I could hear some of their whispered 
conversation from the living room as I stood near the 
window. The two girls from last night were describing in 
great detail what they had seen the night before. 

Peeking through the curtains, I could watch them as they 
talked. Debbie asked them how big I was (referring to my 
penis), and one of the girls made like an exaggerating 
fisherman and held her hands wide apart. (This was 
flattering, but as an aside, I am much closer to seven 
inches than I am to two feet.)

Debbie wanted to know if they were sure they had 
actually seen me cum.

"Jesus," said one of the girls, "we were practically 
right up against the window. We could see the head of 
his dick start to swell up while he was playing with 
himself, and then..."

"...it shot out of his dick, all over him," said the 
other girl, finishing her friend's answer. 

Then one of the girls said, "Let's go see if his lights 
are on." They started to walk toward the back when from 
a distance I heard another girl call out their names. 
The girls waited for the fourth girl. When she caught up 
to them, they let her in on what they were up to, and 
all four of them started to head to the back of the 
building.

Four girls! This was too good to be true. I had never 
deliberately exposed myself to that many girls at once. 
Now there were four girls who wanted to see my cock and 
watch me jerk off right in front of them. I quickly got 
myself prepared with the old towel trick, and had the 
light already on when I could hear them quietly approach 
the window.

When I thought they were in position, I walked around 
the room in full view of the window. For all they knew, 
I was totally unaware of their presence right outside. I 
tried to act as normally as I would if no one were in 
the room. I walked over to the dresser and began to 
brush my hair. In the mirror, I could see the window. 
Through the window screen, I could barely detect their 
faces off in the darkness of the evening. 

The light coming from the room was shining enough 
through the screen that it very slightly illuminated the 
features of their faces. I tried not to glance in the 
mirror atthem too much, but I could see there was a look 
of excitement and anticipation on their faces as they 
watched and waited to see if I was going to drop my 
towel anytime soon. 

I could see Debbie, one of the newcomers, whisper 
something in the ear of one of the girls who had been at 
the window last night. They exchanged whispers back and 
forth a few times and I'm sure my cock was the topic of 
conversation between them.

The idea that the girls were anxiously awaiting a show 
from me made my penis start to harden. At this point I 
still had my back to them. Maybe, I thought, I should 
tease them a little tonight. I continued brushing my 
hair, but stopped for a minute to take the towel off, 
exposing my ass to them. 

I peeked at them in the mirror and saw their faces light 
up and eyes widen as they inspected my naked ass. I saw 
one of the girls poke another with her elbow as they 
looked me over from top to bottom. My cock was 
continuing to grow from the excitement I felt, and I 
immediately came up with an idea.

I finished brushing my hair and turned around, exposing 
the front of my body to them. I wanted them to get a 
longer show than the one I gave them the night before. 
So I dropped to the floor and began to put on a little 
exercise demonstration for them. 

I positioned myself on my back with my cock and my balls 
down near the window, and proceeded to do some sit ups 
and crunches. By doing so, I forced them to take a few 
steps forward to get a better view. And what a view it 
was. They could now get a very clear, close-up view of 
my partially erect cock and my balls as I exercised in 
front of them, grunting as I did, and flaring my 
nostrils in what I hoped would be sexually suggestive to 
them. 

By the scruffling sound of their feet on the gravel 
outside, I could tell they were stepping closer to the 
window. I could swear I heard audible breathing from the 
window. The thought that they might be getting turned on 
watching me go through my little exercise routine was 
turning me on. I wonder if they were noticing that my 
cock, which had been flopping around in front of them, 
was beginning to rise and stiffen, as my excitement 
continued to grow.

I thought it might be time to give them a different 
perspective. I finished my sit-ups and turned over to do 
some push-ups. Now, they could see my ass close-up as I 
began to do a series of push-ups for their benefit. As I 
did, I tightened my ass muscles as I lowered myself, 
then unflexed as my ass came back up. 

I wondered if they could picture me on top of a girl 
fucking her pussy with the up and down motions I was 
showing them. If so, I decided to help them along a 
little bit. Every time I thrust downward, I grunted. Up 
and down, "uhh". Up and down, "uhh." By now, I had a 
complete erection. I adjusted my position again so they 
would have a side view of me doing my pushups. 

Instead of doing standard pushups, I guess you could say 
I was doing "push-ins," as I started to simulate 
intercourse by thrusting my cock forward into an 
imaginary pussy, still grunting as I did, only a little 
louder and with more emphasis than before. My arms were 
starting to get a little tired, but I think I had 
accomplished what I had set out to do. I knew I had 
their undivided attention.

Now was the time for the grand finale. I stood up and 
headed for the bed. Unlike last night, I lay across the 
bed with my head near the side closest to the window. I 
figured they might be bold enough to get right up 
against the screen knowing I wouldn't be able to see the 
window. Now they would be able to see the head of my 
cock facing them and when I did cum they would be able 
to see it fly out of my cock... right in their 
direction. And with everything now in place, I grabbed 
my hard-on.

From outside, I heard someone whisper: "Look. He's gonna 
do it again." Followed up with another voice going, 
"Shush."

That was all I needed to get started. I began stroking 
my cock very, very slowly. I wanted this display to last 
much longer than last night's did. My right hand rubbed 
slowly, up and down the length of my shaft, and as my 
fingers reached the head I'd give it a little squeeze. I 
also added the occasional hip thrust to bring my cock an 
inch or two closer to their eyes. 

Then I worked my cock a little faster, keeping up a 
steady pace, and allowing my breathing to keep pace with 
my strokes. I knew the girls were as close as they could 
possibly be without actually being in the room because 
every now and then I could hear the sound of the window 
screen being pushed slightly, probably the result of 
their noses pushing up against it.

Now, I reached down with my left hand to play with my 
balls. I rubbed my scrotal sac gently as I started to 
stroke my cock with greater speed. I decided that if the 
girls wanted a show, they were going to get one. I began 
putting everything I had into bringing myself off. I 
started to grind my hips and alternated that with very 
forceful thrusts as I worked my cock for all it was 
worth. 

To give them a little sound, I started to grunt and 
groan, mumbling for their benefit, "Oh god, yeah!" and 
"Oh fuck, this feels so damned good!" I was stroking 
madly, and I could very distinctly hear them breathing 
at the window. My excitement was turning them on even 
more, and their excitement was bringing me to the point 
of no return. I knew I wouldn't last much longer.

I wanted to alert them that the show was nearly over. I 
lifted my hips up off the bed and began moving my hand 
along the shaft of my cock as fast as I could. My left 
hand was still on my balls, and my vocal noises were 
becoming more urgent. "Oh Jesus! Oh yeah. God I'm gonna 
cum! Oh god, yeah. I'm cumming!!"

My cum was shooting out of my cock causing me to grunt 
loudly. At almost the exact second, I heard several 
audible gasps from my audience. My hot white semen was 
blasting out all over me, covering my chest and stomach 
with a coating of my creamy goo. A few drops of that 
first blast had even shot high in the air and landed on 
my face. 

I continued stroking my cock, grunting and just 
generally being out of control as a few more waves of 
jism were fired off from my cannon-like cock. I slowed 
down my rubbing until, at last, the final dribbles made 
their way from my piss-hole to my fingers and finally 
landed on my stomach.

I was exhausted. What had started out to be merely a 
little show for the girls had turned out to be one of 
the most powerful orgasms I had ever had. My hips fell 
back to the bed, my hands fell to my sides, and my eyes 
closed as I recovered from the pleasure I had just given 
myself... and the little audience outside.

I knew they were still out there. I could hear breathing 
and vague whispering coming from the window. They must 
have been taking in the sight of my nakedness and the 
numerous little puddles of cum on my chest and stomach. 

The knowledge that they had stood there and watched as I 
brought myself off to such an explosive cum was an 
exciting thought to me. I didn't know how long I could 
continue lying there being watched by those four cute 
teenagers, but I was enjoying the attention for as long 
as I possibly could.

In a few minutes, I began to hear their footsteps. They 
were moving away from the window and as they slowly 
walked away, I could hear them begin to talk among 
themselves as they turned the corner to go to the front 
of the building.

It was now time to move to the living room window to 
hear the "critic's reviews."

***

I slept with a smile on my face that night. I had just 
finished putting on a masturbation show for four girls 
watching me through my grandmother's bedroom window, 
then listened to their comments as they sat out front 
near the living room window.

"I couldn't believe it," said one of the girls, "he was 
rubbing his dick right in front of us... four feet 
away."

"That was even better than last night," said another. 
"Even more shot out this time!"

"How about those pushups he was doing? It looked like he 
was having sex with the Invisible Woman!" said one of 
the other girls. The other girls laughed.

One of the girls who had been there the night before was 
curious. "I still don't understand why he doesn't 
realize he's playing with his dick in front of the 
window with the curtains open. Anybody could walk by and 
see him. Do you think he knows we're watching him?"

The other girls couldn't believe the question. "If you 
were a guy," one girl offered, "would YOU play with 
yourself in front of an open window if you thought 
someone was watching? Wouldn't you be embarrassed?"

The other two girls agreed he must not have been 
thinking about the window or the possible display he 
might have been putting on.

One of the girls said, "You could tell he must have been 
really horny. Did you hear him moaning and groaning? And 
that grunt he made when he came? Uhhhnnn!" The group 
giggled when she imitated the sound of that last grunt I 
had made when I unloaded all over myself.

Still the first girl had her doubts. "Yes. If I were a 
guy, I'd be so embarrassed about playing with myself in 
front of another person. But I'm not a guy. And you know 
how guys are. Remember Billy Holton who used to live 
across the street? Remember how he was always trying to 
get us down in the laundry room to show us his dick? I 
know we were all embarrassed about seeing it and afraid 
of what he might do, which is why we never went down 
there with him. But some guys like showing their dicks. 
Isn't it possible he showed us his dick on purpose?" 

"C'mon!" said the others, in unison.

Debbie, the only one whose name I knew, piped up. 
"That's different. Billy only wanted to show us his 
dick. This guy actually played with himself. He made 
himself come. No guy's gonna do that if he knows a bunch 
of us girls are watching, right?"

The first girl countered, "How do you know Billy 
wouldn't have played with himself in front of us? We 
never took him up on his offer to let him show it to us. 
Maybe if we had, he would have played with himself, 
too."

Another girl interrupted. "Look. What difference does it 
make whether he knew we were watching or not. I thought 
it was pretty awesome. He's got a great bod! Did you see 
his butt when he was doing those push-ups? God, it 
looked so hot going up and down."

"Yeah," said Debbie, "and I thought his dick looked 
good, too. I had always thought dicks were pretty dorky 
looking, but I'd never seen one hard before. God, it's 
so big! How are we supposed to fit that inside of us 
down there?"

The other girls roared with laughter and said, all at 
the same time, "One size fits all!" And the raucous 
laughter continued.

Inside the apartment, I listened to their discussion of 
my little show. From all they had to say, it was 
apparent they had enjoyed what they had seen. It was 
quite an eye opener for them, and it didn't do me any 
harm either. I looked at it as a mutual public service. 
They broadened their sexual knowledge, and I satisfied 
my exhibitionist urges. Pretty good deal, I thought.

But I was curious about the one girl who seemed to have 
an inkling that I had done the whole thing perfectly 
aware of them standing by the window and watching. I 
had, of course. But her skepticism worried me a little. 
It didn't seem to bother her that she got a free peek at 
me jerking off, but she seemed somewhat less than 
enthused that I might have done the whole thing on 
purpose. I couldn't think of why she was so obsessed 
with figuring out if I had planned the show.

But I got turned on by listening to the rest of their 
conversation as they recounted in great detail all that 
they had seen and heard as they had their noses up 
against the window screen. Even though they were 
teenagers, I still found them to be very attractive and 
appealing in their young, inexperienced way. 

Knowing what I know now about girls, I would love to 
have the chance to take each one of them and introduce 
them to the wonderful world of sex. Each one was so 
beautiful in their own different way. The skeptical one 
was a well-built brunette, very shapely, with long legs 
and a sexy little smile. Her friend who had been with 
her the first night I put on a show was blonde, a little 
on the skinny side, but with a terrific tan that seemed 
to cover every inch of the parts of her body that 
weren't covered. Debbie was the prettiest of all of 
them. 

She had very light, almost strawberry blonde hair that 
was long enough to reach nearly down to the small of her 
back. She was petite, with dainty little fingers. Her 
face was immaculate and clear-skinned, unlike the other 
girls who had varying degrees of adolescent blemishes. 
The fourth girl, the one who had joined the group last, 
was somewhat non-descript. She was a mousey, dirty 
blonde, very quiet and shy, who seemed not to fit in 
with the other girls.

As much as I was enjoying fantasies about having sex 
with these young creatures, I knew that now that I was 
in my early twenties these girls were strictly jail 
bait. None of them looked to be over 16, and I wasn't 
about to risk my future just to satisfy my sexual 
desires. Besides, I wouldn't be around too much longer. 
My grandmother would be home in a few days, I'd stick 
around another week or so until I knew she could manage 
for herself, then I'd be gone.

As it got later, the girls began to part company, going 
their own separate ways. Still turned on by the 
combination of their conversation and my fantasies, I 
had grown hard again. As I laid down on the sofa, I 
proceeded to stroke my cock for a quickie. It took me no 
time at all to jerk myself to an orgasm, and I fell 
asleep.

***

The next day, I got up around 10 a.m., showered, and 
headed out to shop for groceries and cleaning supplies. 
I had just about depleted Grandma of her available food 
since she had been in the hospital and wanted to 
replenish her pantry before she returned home. I also 
wanted to surprise her by cleaning the apartment from 
top to bottom so she wouldn't have to worry about that 
when she got home and recuperated.

A couple of hours later, I returned to the apartment 
complex. The trunk of my car was filled with bags of 
groceries and supplies, and I knew I would have to make 
several trips back and forth from my car to the 
apartment. As I pulled up to the front of Grandma's 
apartment building, there were the girls. All four of 
them were sitting on the front steps, talking and 
carrying on as usual. 

As I pulled up and turned off the car engine, they got 
quiet and began whispering to each other. I was 
obviously the topic of their secret conversation. I got 
out of the car, acting oblivious to their attention, and 
went to open the trunk to grab a couple of bags for the 
first trip. As I approached the building, they were 
quiet, pretending not to notice me at first. I acted as 
I normally did.

"Hi girls," I said, cheerfully as always.

"Oh, hi!" they said.

"Nice day, huh?" I added.

"Uh-huh."

That was the extent of the conversation as I made my way 
past them, opening the door to the building and stepped 
inside. Just as the door was about to close behind me, I 
heard them begin to snicker and giggle.

I dropped off the first of the bags I had carried in and 
headed back to the car for my second round. As I stepped 
outside the building, one girl - the skeptical one - 
said to me, "That's a lot of bags you've got in the 
trunk."

"Sure is." I responded.

"Can we help you carry them in?" asked Debbie.

I looked at them for a moment. All but the shy one 
looked back at me. They all seemed eager to help. I 
guess now that they "knew" me a little better than they 
had a few days ago, they felt a little freer to engage 
in more than just a "Hi, how are you?" type of 
conversation.

"Sure. Thanks," I said, "that would save me a lot of 
trips."

And with that, the girls followed me to my car. I 
grabbed some bags and each of the girls picked up a 
share of the remaining bags. Closing the trunk, I led 
the way to the apartment with the girls close behind. 
When we got into the apartment, I told the girls to set 
the bags down on the kitchen table and chairs.

"Thanks, girls." I said as they finished placing the 
bags down, "By the way, my name's Danny."

"Hi Danny!" said the skeptical one. "I'm Amy."

"Hi Amy."

"I'm Shannon," said the lithe blonde.

"How ya doin', Shannon?"

Debbie stuck out her hand. "You can call me Deb."

"Okay, Deb," I replied.

The shy one mumbled, "My name's Beth."

I repeated their names. "Okay, let's see. That's Amy, 
Shannon, Deb and Beth. That should be easy to remember. 
Thanks again for helping me."

"No problem," said Amy. "We've been meaning to say hi' 
since you moved in, but this was our first chance."

I corrected her. "You've said hi' before."

"Well, I mean, we wanted to introduce ourselves to you. 
That is, Shannon and I did. Deb and Beth hadn't seen you 
until..." she stopped herself, realizing she was about 
to say "last night" and finished by saying 
"...recently."

For a moment, there was a bit of tension in the room 
when Amy almost slipped. The girls had made eye contact 
with each other at Amy's near mistake, then breathed a 
quiet, collective sigh of relief as she recovered from 
the near disaster.

Shannon spoke up. "When did you move in, Danny? We 
didn't see any moving vans. There used to be a little 
old lady that lived here, but we never saw her move out. 
Hope she didn't die."

I laughed. "No. She's still alive. That's my 
grandmother. She's in the hospital for a couple of 
weeks. I'm just taking care of the place for her while 
she's away. You don't think I'd live in this apartment 
with all these little knick-knacks around, do you?"

The girls laughed as they looked around the apartment at 
what were obviously furnishings more suited for a sixty-
five year old widow than a twenty-something year old 
guy. 

We talked for awhile. The girls asked a lot of questions 
about me. So I talked about college and stuff while they 
talked about high school and stuff. Shannon, Deb and 
Beth stuck close to me as we chatted. I had worn my 
skimpy cutoffs and I caught them checking my crotch out 
as we talked. Their glances didn't last long, but it was 
fun watching their eyes go up and down from my face and 
back down to my cutoffs every so often, as though they 
expected my cock to pop out and explode right in front 
of them.

Meanwhile, Amy was walking around the apartment checking 
things out. If I didn't know better, I would have 
thought she was a thief casing the place. She stepped 
down the hallway and peeped in Grandma's bedroom. When 
she wandered back into the living room, she said, "So, 
do you sleep in your grandmother's bed since she's not 
here? I notice there's only one bedroom."

"No," I told her, "I sleep out here on the sofa."

She cocked her head, and gave me a curious look. Then 
she grinned. I continued talking to the other girls. 
Quietly, Amy pulled Shannon aside and whispered 
something in her ear. They both exchanged whispered 
messages back and forth with each other until Shannon 
looked at Amy and mouthed the word, "Really?"

I was curious about their secret discussion and it 
didn't take me too long to find out what it was.

"Danny?" said Amy.

"Yes?"

"Does your grandmother know you play with your dick in 
her bed?

Time froze. The other girls stood there, mouths open, 
looking at Amy. They were in total shock, disbelieving 
what they had just heard Amy ask me. I looked at Amy and 
she just stood there looking me right in the eye. 
Shannon stood next to her, smirking.

"Amy!" gasped Deb.

Beth just turned beet red.

I tried to get words out, but they were slow coming. 
"Amy, I don't know what..."

She cut me off in mid-sentence. "Danny, a couple of 
night ago Shannon and I were out back taking laundry off 
the line. We could see you in your grandmother's bedroom 
playing with yourself. We could see everything. I mean 
EVERYTHING!" Shannon added, "Yeah, we saw you cum."

Amy continued. "And then last night, all four of us were 
back there, and you were playing with your dick again. 
Isn't that right, guys?" Shannon nodded in agreement 
while the others just stood there silent.

"We could hear and see everything, Danny," boasted 
Shannon. "We watched you rubbing your dick and saw you 
come again."

"And then," Amy said, taking the conversation back over, 
"we started talking about it, and I said I thought you 
did the whole thing on purpose. I told the others that 
you knew we were back there the whole time. You were 
masturbating for us. You wanted us to watch you, didn't 
you?"

I lied. "I did no such thing. How dare you peep in other 
people's windows!" I said, feigning contempt.

"Most people would close the curtains, maybe even turn 
off the lights if they're doing something private like 
having sex or... playing with themselves," added Amy. 
You did it on purpose. Admit it."

Again I denied her accusation, though I'm not sure I was 
very convincing.

Amy grinned mischievously. "I wonder what your 
grandmother would think if we told her what we saw you 
doing in her bedroom."

"You wouldn't." That was all I could say as I realized 
she was plotting a little blackmail scheme. I began to 
wonder what she was going to demand for my silence. I 
didn't have any money to speak of and most of my 
possessions were back home.

"Tell the truth, Danny. Weren't you deliberately putting 
on a show for us?"

All four girls stood there waiting for my answer. Even 
if I were innocent, they had me. The last thing I wanted 
was for them to tell my grandmother that they had seen 
me jerking off. I'd be so embarrassed if she knew. 

Maybe she wouldn't believe them, but they had seen the 
room, knew what furniture was in there, knew how things 
were laid out, and if they gave her enough details, she 
might just believe them. There was no way I wanted 
Grandma to find out I had exposed myself - and jerked 
off - in front of these girls. I was prepared to pay 
just about any price to keep them quiet.

I looked down, embarrassed, and came clean. "Okay. Yes. 
I knew you were there the whole time."

"I told you so!" said Amy to the others.

"You're not going to tell my grandmother now, are you?" 
I pleaded.

"No, we won't tell your grandmother, Danny. We won't say 
a word, will we?" Amy said, looking at the others. 
"If..."

Here it comes. I knew there would be a condition in 
return for them keeping their mouths shut.

"Excuse us a minute, Danny. We need to discuss this 
among ourselves."

And then, Amy gathered the girls around her in a little 
huddle. Very quietly, Amy whispered something to her 
little co-conspirators. As she talked, the girls 
listened intently, eyes widening, big grins forming on 
their faces. 

I wish I could've heard what Amy was saying but her 
whispers were way too low in volume for me to pick up a 
single word. The other girls were obviously enjoying the 
plan she was hatching. They began to giggle as she 
explained to them what she had in mind. At one point, 
Shannon looked at Amy and said, "You wouldn't?!" and Amy 
just nodded and grinned an evil grin.

"Agreed?" Amy inquired of the others.

"Agreed," they affirmed, giggling and giving each other 
high fives as the huddle broke up.

Amy led the others back over to me and spoke for the 
group. "We've discussed the matter over very carefully," 
she said, entertaining her friends with her business-
like demeanor. "We are prepared to make the following 
proposal. We promise not to tell your grandmother if 
you..." she said, pausing for dramatic effect, "...put 
on another show for us."

I was immediately relieved. Put on another show? Is that 
all they wanted? Couldn't they already figure out I had 
enjoyed giving them a show last night?

"Didn't you get a show last night? Wasn't that enough? 
You want another show? Is that all?" I asked, not 
believing I was getting off that easy. There was nothing 
that would have please me more than to do it again; to 
let them watch me jerking off. This was way too easy a 
price to pay for their silence. "What's the catch?"

"Only that this time we get to be in the room with you, 
and that this time EVERYBODY gets to see EVERYTHING from 
start to finish," Amy explained.

"Oh, and if we decide we want to touch your dick, you'll 
let us, right?"

If these were their terms, how could I possibly turn 
them down?

"You want to get started right now?" I asked.

Amy shook her head. "How about tomorrow around noon?"

"I'll be waiting."

END

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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