SIMONA
Elion was at it again for the third time today.
He bites down on his bottom lip, throwing his head back every thirty seconds. His hard muscles rippling with effort at every drive of his dick into Kira's ass—or pussy. I really could not see which. His cream skin tone is now glistening olive with a thin sheen of sweat. If only I had binoculars to better see this hot sight.
Kira was bent over in a doggy position with Elion relentlessly slamming into her from behind. Her mouth opens, drool drips out. Only the whites of her eyes could be seen. Her body squirming as she brings herself down on him, but at the same time trying to get away. Oh heavens. I wish I am her right now. I wish I am the one being held down and fucked senseless by him. My fingers travels up my smooth thighs slowly. My teeth on my bottom lip as I ease a finger into my dripping wet hole that had been clenching around nothing. I finger fuck myself, rubbing my clit at the same time, masturbating to the live porn in front of me. I drew in a sharp breath. Using my imagination like always; putting Elion's face and body at the forefront of my pleasure gates. I have touched myself thousand of times but this one was different because I was watching him fucking another girl and I was having fun envisioning her as me.
I go faster. My breath getting harsher. The familiar coiling sensation shooting up at the base of my spine—overtaking me. I squirm as I lose myself in my own touch and imagine it is someone else's. This orgasm was a little stronger than my previous ones. I held tightly onto the window frame to steady myself as my nerves sizzled. Waves and waves of immeasurable pleasure coursing through me. I recovered a little from the high, then I met him—Elion staring straight at me the second my eyes fell open. I froze for a second, strongly wishing that I am hallucinating.
He smirks that ungodly smirk of his that tells that he saw me. That he saw and enjoyed everything. I jumped back from the window pane, quickly drawing the curtains close. I lean against the now locked curtain draped window. My hand on my chest to calm my pounding heartbeat. All the pleasure from earlier was washed away by a deep sense of shame. Did he really see me? See everything? I mused.
I can see clearly into his room through my bedroom window, which means he can see into mine too.
Shit! Shit! Shit! I inwardly facepalm. I just got caught masturbating to my neighbor—whom I pretentiously dislike, having sex. How am I going to face him now?
He'll surely tease me to death over it. And he will see me as a crazy slut.
Morning came. I got up, preparing for another normal college school day as early as I could all to avoid the guy who lives next door. Elion was a top grade delinquent, which means I can avoid running into him by being early.
Or so I thought.
"Enjoyed yourself last night Summers?" The familiar deep, husky voice freezes me in place. I did not need to turn to know that it is Elion fucking Mayers! I turn slowly. Facing him. Masking my embarrassment under a thin facade of calmness.
"Good morning to you too Mayers." I replied ironically. My eyes involuntarily drags over his hot body in the black singlet that he wore. His skin is glistening with sweat again. Did he just work out in the gym or in bed? The material clings unto his body like a second skin, outlining his strong muscles. The black colour matches so well with his cream skin tone and his soulless electric blue eyes. My breath catches.
Holy moly am I inwardly drooling right now. This six foot three inches of masculinity and dominance will forever be the object of my deepest and darkest fantasies. Of course, he might get the inkling that I have a crush on him. But he doesn't know the extent. He doesn't know that I masturbate to his imagination almost all the time. And that I created fictional characters based on his description.
My wildest imagination is him pinning me down with his strong body and having his way with me.
I want those big hands of his around my neck. Choking me as he drives that massive dick of his into my small pussy, tearing apart my insides. I wouldn't mind being taken against my will as long as it's him. Fuck it! I craved it like a lunatic. Am I going crazy? Or have I already gone crazy? I wondered how many girls were having this... huge and insane secret sex crush I am having.
Something snaps in front of me. I came back from my wandering thoughts to see Elion leaning his head down. His thumb and index finger in front of my face. His is a few inches away from my mine. Any closer and our lips would touch. I instinctively stepped back. I had fallen for it once and got the teasings of my life. He told me "dream on"
"Earth to Summers." The tilt of his head is miniscule. His eyes were full of mischievous teasings. "I never expected you to be such a whore. Touching yourself right in front of me." He said.
I bite the inside of my mouth before retorting, "It wasn't you fuck boy. I was pleasing myself to some porn videos and you just happened to be there when I looked." Oh gosh. That sounds lame even to me. I went on,
"You don't think that I would get off on that lousy fuck session of yours did you?" That was my strong refute against him. He is a narcissist who feeds exclusively on ego. I don't want to give him the pleasure of letting him know how crazy I am for him. Which is why I will forever keep this sex crush on him strictly to myself—caged in my heart, and under my ribs where no one can see.
Would he even listen without mocking me if I let him know? We were as different as night and day. And socially and morally far apart like Pluto and the sun—metaphorically. But you catch my point right? He is everything; He is smoking hot and handsome, and rich, and has this whole bad and unapologetic persona that you cannot help but fall for even though you know you shouldn't. But I am just a below average looking normal teenage girl. He is like the sky. And I am a piece of paper floating aimlessly on the ground. Us attending the same college and being neighbors did not lessen those gaps and differences.
His eyes narrows, it felt like he was seeing through me. Reading me.
"You are a strange one Summers." He says in a low tone.
I frown slightly. Does he mean that as a good or bad thing?
"Let us change your name while we at it.
How about peeking mouse or horny little mouse?"
"What the he--"
"Chose one." He interjects.
"Why should I chose?" I fired.
"You either chose one out of those two, or go by little whore. Everyone at school will be so happy to find out how slutty the innocent and quiet girl really is."