Part 1. James in Wonderland

James sat in the dark booth. It was just as Brent had described it. Small, but with enough room for a single person to sit comfortably. The television was set into the wall, a series of buttons were arranged to the right, below the slot for dollar bills. The distinct smell of semen lingered in the air.

He fed it a few dollars and watched as the screen blinked awake. The redhead arched her back as a man slid his cock deep in her wet pussy. She cooed with pleasure with every pump.

Earlier that morning James woke up before sunrise. He laid in bed awake after a quick stop to the restroom. Brent was sound asleep on the carpet. He was wrapped in his sleeping bag, head on his pillow, breathing silently. James casually stroked his growing erection through the thin fabric of his boxers. He sighed and tried to fall back asleep.

Before long, his dick was rock hard. His shirt was off, his boxers were tangled in the lump of blankets kicked to the foot of his bed. James looked down at his engorged penis and groaned quietly as he squeezed it. He turned his head toward Brent to see if he was still sleeping. He was.

James had been thinking about what took place at the adult bookstore the day prior. Brent had told him about how he received an amazing blowjob through a gloryhole while shopping for lube. James imagined Brent standing in that dark room, looking down as he fed his thick cock through the mysterious hole where a wet mouth was patiently waiting.

He pictured the satisfaction of the person on the other side as Brent's massive engorged penis squeezed through the hole. His mind wandered back into Brent's perspective as he felt the stranger's soft lips slide over his erection. His hand slid over his own throbbing cock as his imagination played out the scene in his head.

Within moments, James's curiosity about this bookstore, and the potential of their gloryholes, got the best of him. He stuffed his dick into a pair of shorts, pulled on a tee shirt, and grabbed a sweater. He closed the door softly behind him as he snuck out of the house and onto his bike.

The ride there was tinged with the erotic promise of finding unknown sexual ecstasy. The cool morning air rushed past his face, caressing his body through the fabric of his clothes. Before long, he was inside the store, walking under the "arcade" sign and into a booth with a glory hole.

James sat in the dark booth alternating his attention from the movie to the hole in the wall. He wondered if this was the one that Brent used. After a while he looked through it and saw a dark void.

He got up, opened the door, and peered into the hallway. It was empty. He walked around and looked through the other doors only to find identical arrangements in each one. Chair in corner, tv in wall. Some had glory holes, but most did not. All of them empty like the first.

Disappointed but somewhat relieved, He wandered back into the main area of the store. He was looking at a shelf of magazines near the register when the cashier spoke up.

"Pretty dead in there right now."

"Yeah." James mumbled.

"You should check the theater." The man said.

"Huh?"

The man nodded his head to another door along the wall. 'Theater' in purple neon hung over a black door. He did not take his eyes off his magazine for even a moment.

"It's usually $10 to get in. But I'll let you check it out for free." He offered.

"Oh. Okay, thanks." Brent replied.

The man was again lost in the magazine he was reading. It was if no words were exchanged at all. James walked through the doorway.

He quickly found a seat. As his eyes adjusted to the low light, he realized that he was not alone in the dark theater. Toward the front, two men in separate rows sat fixated on the screen. To his right, several seats down, a middle aged man claimed the spot at the end. Behind him, in the back row, two figures were side by side, hidden in the shadows.

James looked over to the man on his right. He was moving his hand in a familiar motion. James quickly realized that he was openly jacking off.

Taking this as a positive sign, James pulled down his shorts, releasing his own erection. His cock was a little over 7 ½ inches long, thick, and smooth. He preferred shaving off all his pubic hair. Nothing beat the feeling of skin on skin, he felt.

The man to his right leaned over and said something to James, but he could not hear it over the audio from the movie. James shrugged his shoulders and pointed at his ear, indicating that he could not hear him. The man moved down the aisle and took the seat next to him. He repeated his sentence.

"Nice cock."

"Thanks." James mumbled, not sure what the normal course of action is in these kinds of situations. His best friend Brent was the only other guy he had ever done anything even remotely sexual with. Even then, they had known each other since childhood. Their current situation of meeting up to watch porn and jack off together had been a strictly hands off affair.

James continued to stroke with the man's eyes glued to his cock. He tried to ignore him and watch the movie, but he could not help but feel the intangible warmth of the mans gaze. His erection was rock hard and precum leaked from the tip. He worked it into the shaft as he pumped.

James looked over to the man's own rhythmic motion. In comparison, James looked huge. Not to say the man was small, his dick was roughly an inch shorter than James's. However, the girth of James's erection made it look much much bigger. Thick and hard, James stroked his engorged cock.

"Mmmm, it's so big." The man moaned.

James remained silent. He focused on the screen. He was afraid of what he might see if he made eye contact with the man. He found it funny that this is what it must like for Brent when jacking off with James.

"Can I touch it?" The man suddenly asked.

James looked back at him. The man's eyes never left his crotch. The look on his face was one of hunger, his own cock leaking precum. James imagined that maybe this was what he had ultimately wanted the whole time.

All those jack off sessions watching Brent stroke, fantasizing about it, wondering if it would ever go further. Now, here in this place, a stranger wants to cross that line, touch his cock, feel it's hardness and warmth. James moved his hand away and flexed. His cock stood at full attention.

The man reached over and slid his palm over the underside. James closed his eyes and leaned his head back. The man's hands were warm and soft. Not as soft as a girl's hand, James thought, but soft enough. He opened his eyes and looked to the scene on the theater screen. The soft ass of a curvacious woman slid down to the base of a gleaming cock. Her juices coated the whole region leaving it shiny and wet looking. His balls bounced as she rode him.

The man gently wrapped his fingers around James's shaft and began stoking. His grip increased and so did his speed. James looked down and saw an good amount of precum leaking like never before. The clear sticky liquid rolled over the man's knuckles.

"Can I suck it?" He asked.

"I don't know..." James mumbled

"I'm really good." The man pleaded

"I've never... really... done this before." James explained.

"Really?" He asked.

"Yeah."

"That's so hot." He moaned.

James did not reply.

The man stopped. James looked at him. The man smiled.

"You want me to continue." He asked.

"Yeah."

"Tell me."

"What?" James asked.

"Tell me what you want me to do." He said. James looked at the man confused. He realized that what he was about to ask was harder to get out than he thought.

"I want you to jack me off." He whispered.

The man looked at him silently, smiling softly.

"Jack me off, make me cum." James finally said.

The man resumed jacking him off slowly. James watched the man intently work his erection. Masterfully, the man applied just the right amount of pressure in the right places. He seemed to know exactly what James liked.

"Faster." James whispered.

The man quickened his pace. James felt the familiar sensation in his core. The warmth and tingling in his crotch increased.

"Unh..." James groaned as he came hard on the back of the seat in front of him. Powerful bursts of thick cum splashed the black plastic, dripping into the floor into a puddle. Several ropes landed on his thigh. The man slowed his pace, squeezing on the upstroke, working it all out. James panted and melted into the seat. He was spent.

He looked over to the man. He watched him lick the cum off his hand. He scooped up what landed on James's thigh, lubricated his own erection and began masturbating with it. James was amazed at the overt kinkiness of the man's actions. As he greased his hard cock with cum and brought himself to orgasm, James became aroused again.

Part 2. Voyeurs.

The hot spray of water washed over Brent's naked body. He wiped the steam from the small window and looked down at the pool. Only moments after stepping into the shower, he noticed the girls sunbathing in the backyard. Claire and Allison, James's sister and her college roommate took turns spreading suntan lotion on each others shoulders.

Earlier that morning he woke up to a surprise blowjob from Allison while Claire made out with him. The two apparently teamed up to ensure that they could take advantage of him as efficiently as possible with the least amount of struggle. Not that he would have put of a fight. In fact, he would have gladly participated in their little game if he only knew he was going to be a participant.

Claire, out of the picture while away in college, arrived back in town the day before. James, nor Brent, had any idea that she would be spending her vacation back home. It was a nice surprise, at least to Brent, to see her again. His memory of the mousy sister to his best friend was replaced with the very sexy woman in the tiny black bikini that now dangled her feet into the pool.

She was gorgeous. Her naturally blonde hair hung just past her shoulders. Her blue eyes sparkled with a constant playfulness that drove men wild. She had the body of a playmate. Tall, athletic, and toned. She was the definition of a hard-body.

Next to her, laying on a towel was Allison in an even smaller white bikini. Unlike Claire, she was very petite. At least a half a foot shorter, she would seem tiny if not for her large breasts. It was almost distracting how voluptuous she was. Her hourglass shape seemed almost constructed by the imagination of a teenage boy. Her dark hair, dark eyes, and mysterious history made her even more attractive.

Together they could stop a stop a room full of men in their tracks without uttering a single word. Between these two beautiful women with amazingly fit bodies, was the ideal sexual partner, fulfilling the desires of most heterosexual men. Brent could hardly believe that he was lucky enough not only to be around them, but to have had an increasingly kinky, sudden, and secret sexual relationship with both.

Stranding under the hot shower, looking out of the window, Brent stroked his engorged 8 ½ inch penis. He slid his hand from the head down to the base fantasizing about being with both of them. He pictured Claire laying before him, legs spread, pussy wet, nipples hard, begging to be filled by his massive cock.

He imagined Allison, sucking on his lips, her breasts pressing hard against him, her hands exploring his body. He pictured her bending over, arching her back and lifting her perfect ass in the air. He massaged his balls while filling his head with every dirty thought he could with these two goddesses as the inspiration.

He groaned with pleasure. His eyes were closed. He felt like he was getting close to cumming. He was suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door. He was jolted back into reality.

"Hey, don't use all the hot water, k?" A girl's voice called out from behind the locked door. He looked out of the window and saw Allison laying there alone. It must Claire out there, he thought to himself.

He quickly turned the knob, shutting off the water. He grabbed the towel hanging from the rack and wrapped it around his waist. Looking down, it was obvious he was hard. If Claire was indeed still standing in the doorway, she would get a show.

He pulled the door open expecting Claire to be standing there in her little black bikini, a naughty smile on her face. He was disappointed to find an empty hallway. He looked left, right, he was indeed alone. He stepped into James's room and closed the door behind him.

James pulled his bike into the driveway, leaned it against the wall by the front door, and quietly inserted his key into the lock. The smell of cooking bacon and scrambled eggs greeted him. He gently closed the door behind him and silently worked his way upstairs trying to remain unnoticed.

He pushed his bedroom door open to find Brent standing at the window, back to the door, seemingly fixated on something outside. Having grown up with him, James could spot him in a crowd within seconds. At this moment however, Brent stood completely nude.

A thin layer of moisture coated his body in some parts more than others. His hair was wet, droplets of water landed on his broad shoulders, a damp towel hung on the arm of James's bed frame. The scent of shampoo and body wash was thick in the air. James deducted that Brent must have just gotten out of the shower. Apparently, something outside distracted him before he could finish drying.

Though James had seen Brent in all states of undress over the years, especially lately now that their jack off sessions had become an almost daily event, never had he seemed so on display this morning. His strong legs, a result of a passion with track and field since freshman year, were planted firmly on the soft carpeted floor. His muscular ass tightened with every small thrust of his hips. His thin waist tapered up slightly to broad shoulders. Although he was faced away, James imagined the look of ecstasy that he was so familiar with seeing.

He recognized the familiar rhythmic motion of his right arm, the soft, almost inaudible, grunts and moans escaping his lips. No doubt, Brent was masturbating. Whatever had his attention allowed James to enter the room completely undetected. He would have laughed if he was not so turned on by it.

After studying Brent's physique for a few more moments, he snapped back into reality. He shut the door with enough force to announce his arrival but still seem natural. Startled, Brent spun around, his thick penis stood at full attention, his hand still wrapped around it. The look on Brent's face was priceless and James could not help but to laugh.

"What's up?" James smiled as he tossed his sweater on the bed. He casually made his way next to Brent to the to see the attraction out of the window.

"Fuck man! You scared the hell outta me." Brent let go of his erection allowing it to slap his abs with some force. He wiped his face with his hands, feeling the moisture from the recent shower still fresh on his skin. He brushed the wet hair from his forehead and looked at James. "I didn't even hear you come in."

"Sorry bro. You didn't lock the door, I didn't think I'd walk in on you beating your meat the first thing in the morning." James laughed.

"Dude, look out there. You'll see..." Brent said motioning out of the window. Noting the hardness that seemed to petrify the magnificent specimen of manhood jutting from Brent's crotch, James knew he was in for a treat. Indeed he was.

James's mother always prided herself on her house. Most importantly, her yard. Immaculately groomed, perfectly planned, every leaf, every blade of grass seemed placed by hand. The backyard was no exception. The crown jewel was the pool. At this moment, all of the effort seemed worth it in order to frame the perfect figures of Claire and Allison laying by the cool blue water.

Growing up, Brent was used to being around Claire. James was his best friend and naturally Claire found her way in the picture every so often. She was older than them, but always had a good sense of humor about things. He actually liked her, unlike most of the sisters of his other friends.

Though they never hung out exclusively, they shared a love for books and often found themselves in deep conversations about the plight of one protagonist or another when he came over. As he grew up, he realized that she was actually very pretty behind the glasses and frumpy clothes. However, as his best friend's sister, he dismissed her as nothing more.

Now however, she had blossomed into a knockout. The glasses were gone, replaced by contacts. The frumpy outfits tossed in favor of more flattering attire. Her skinny frame was now complimented by curvy hips, bubble butt, and full breasts. Apparently college provided her with the right atmosphere to loosen up. It seemed that she was now well aware of how attractive she was and found nothing wrong with a little advertising.

Allison, on the other hand was still a bit of a question mark. He knew that she was Claire's roommate from college. They had become close over their time together and considered each other best friends. She grew up not far from them and actually knew some of the same people. Other than that, she was a blank slate.

Claire and Allison sunbathed by the pool. The girls compared tan lines, seemingly oblivious to their secret audience. Before long, they both had their tops off, and spread suntan lotion over the previously unexposed parts of their body.

"Seriously?" James gasped.

"I know, right?" Brent added.

Side by side the guys stood at the window and looked down at them. James wore shorts and a tee shirt, Brent was completely nude. He intently stroked his cock.

"So where'd you go this morning? You weren't here when I got up." Brent asked without looking away from the window.

"Oh man, I woke up to use the bathroom and couldn't fall back asleep." James replied.

"And?"

"So I was laying in bed and I started thinking about what you told me yesterday. You know, about the adult bookstore?"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Brent paused.

"You went there huh?" Brent laughed. "Dude, you are so predictable." He playfully punched James in the arm with his free hand.

"Dude, I was horny! I had to see it for myself." James laughed.

"So, how did it go?" Brent asked.

"I went there pretty early. It was dead. Nobody in the store part, nobody in the arcade."

"Oh man, that sucks. What did you do then, leave?"

"Nope. The guy at the register let me check out the theater for free."

"I didn't know they even had a theater."

"Yeah. It was small, but the movie was good."

"Awesome. God, look at her. So perfect." Brent said. Claire had turned over. His rhythm had sped up in direct correlation to his level of arousal.

"She has a perfect fucking body." James added.

Brent was not sure if he was talking about his sister or Allison. Either way, it turned him on sharing this moment with his best friend.

They silently watched for a while. Brent continued jacking off while James observed. His attention shifted between Brent's large cock and the girls by the pool.

"Dude, so in the theater..." James continued.

"Yeah?"

"I was jacking off when this guy sat next to me."

"And?"

"He was just, like, watching me." James was studying Brent's dick at that moment. He looked up and caught Brent looking at him. He could just barely see a smirk on his face.

"So, a guy watched you jack off. We jack off together all the time. Big deal."

"Well, he asked me if he could touch it."

"You let him?"

"Yeah." James was embarrassed. He was afraid that Brent might see James in a different light if he knew the truth.

"He jacked you off?" Brent asked.

"Yeah." He admitted.

Brent continued to pump his hand along the length of his cock. James noticed how much harder it looked. Though Brent was usually very hard when he jacked off, only when he was very very horny did every fiber become completely engorged. It seeming like it was carved out of solid wood. A glisten at the tip indicated the forming of precum, a sure sign that Brent was extremely horny.

"How was it?" Brent asked looking out of the window at Allison by the pool. By this time Claire had disappeared again into the house.

"Pretty good actually. This guy, I guess like all guys, knew how to handle one. It was pretty intense. Better than any handjob I've ever gotten from a girl, that's for sure."

"He make you cum?"

"Yeah."

"Where'd you do it?"

"Dude, I came so hard. Most of it hit the back of the seat and floor in front of me. Some got on my leg. Good thing I was wearing shorts. Check this out though. After I was done, this guy, this complete stranger, used my cum to lube himself up."

"Whoa, really?" Brent turned to look at James.

"Yeah man, he used my cum as lube."

"Wow."

"Yeah. He had some on his hand already, but he used the rest that landed on my thigh."

"Mmmmm" Brent groaned. James was not sure it was from the stuff he was telling him, or if it was from the scene at the pool. Allison was now laying on her back, her perfect breasts fully exposed. Coated with suntan lotion, they looked plump and juicy.

"How did he do it? I mean, did he just like reach over and grab it." Brent inquired.

"No, he asked if he could touch it. The next thing you know, he's stroking by dick."

"Did he play with your balls too?"

James paused for a second and looked at Brent. It was obvious that he was getting off on this story. Though he was looking out of the window at Allison, he was paying very close attention to what James was telling him.

"Yeah." James lied. "He slid his hand to the base of my cock and squeezed. I was precumming like crazy. He cupped my balls, and tugged it gently. Yeah, like that." Brent was using his free hand to fondle his own balls.

"I was hard as fuck too like you right now." James could tell he was getting close. Having spent so much time with Brent lately in their jack off sessions, all the familiar signs were obvious to him. "I fucking exploded! I came so hard."

Brent grunted and jets of cum spurted from his massive organ. He threw his head back, and groaned as pulsing streams of thick sticky seed splash onto the window. James felt his own erection grow watching Brent's uncontrollable orgasm overtake him. He continued to milk his thick penis even after the intensity subsided. He finally came to his senses.

"Man. You must have been saving up." James said, noting the mess Brent made on the window, sill, and wall directly beneath it. Cum was dripping down to the carpet.

"Oh man, sorry. I couldn't help it."

"No biggie dude. Get dressed, I'll clean this up."

As Brent pulled on his shirt, James tossed the last cum soaked wadded ball of kleenex into the trash. He made a mental note to take out the garbage later. A sudden knock on the door startled them. James opened it to reveal Claire.

"Breakfast." She smiled.

They guys made their way to the kitchen where the smell of breakfast filled the air. Allison sat at the kitchen table. Her white bikini, though small, was back in place. The fleshy mounds of her large breasts were barely contained beneath the thin material. Her hard nipples were just visible beneath. She talked causally with Claire who was busy at the counter top wearing an oversized tee shirt that ended just below her ass cheeks and left one shoulder bare.

Brent did not see a bikini strap where it should be. Further visual investigation revealed her bare nipples under the fabric. Though he had already cum twice this morning, he felt his penis thickening with excitement.

"Morning." James greeted them as he sat down.

"Smells amazing." Brent added. Claire smiled at him over her shoulder.

"Claire and I cook all the time now. Living on our own, we don't have much choice." Allison said. She held a mug of coffee with both hands, her breasts pressed together forming an amazing amount of cleavage. The guys tried not to be so obvious while checking her out, pretty unsuccessfully.

They were seated at the circular table. Claire brought them plates stacked with eggs, bacon, toast, and hash browns. Brent got up to help with the drinks.

"You don't have to, I don't mind." She said watching Brent standing at the open refrigerator reaching for the orange juice.

"It's the least I can do." He replied pulling out a jug. "Who wants juice?"

The unanimous request resulted in four glasses of O.J. She smiled at him and brought the rest of the food to the table.

Over breakfast they talked about a variety of subjects. The girls filled them in on the elements of college life they left out the day before. Brent and James outlined the different activities they have been participating in and out of school, carefully excluding their daily jack off sessions. They talked about movies, books, television, and music. Before long their plates were clean and their glasses empty.

"Well, we'd better get ready." Claire finally sighed.

"What are you guys doing today?" Brent asked.

"Mmm... a little shopping. Maybe get a facial." Claire locked eyes with Brent then quickly looked away.

"My aunt told me about this amazing spa not to far from here. It's been ages since I had a pedicure." Allison added.

"I'm gonna get the deluxe." Claire smiled.

"What's in the deluxe?" Brent asked.

"I dunno, everything? I want it all." She winked at him and squeezed his leg under the table. He looked at James expecting him to notice, but he was too mesmerized by Allison.

"What do you guys have going on?"Allison asked as adjusted her bikini strap. Her breasts gently bounced. James could not look away if he tried.

"I have a bunch of chores to at home. Mow the lawn, laundry, that kinda stuff." Brent said. He saw a brief look of disappointment in Claire's face. "I'll be back though, later."

"Hey, would you guys mind taking care of the dishes? We should really be getting ready." Claire asked as she stood up. Walking behind James and facing away, she reached overhead stretching. Her tee shirt lifted just enough for Brent to see she that was not wearing bikini bottoms at all. Her ass was bare, perfect and with just enough juggle. She casually lowered her arms, dropping her shirt back in place covering all her naughty bits. She smiled at Brent over her shoulder.

"Yeah sure. I'll stick around to help." Brent said, now willing to agree with anything she asked.

"You're such a sweetie." She said.

"You girls have fun." James added, watching Allison follow Claire down the hallway.

After the girls left the room, the guys brought the dishes to the sink and stacked them under the running water.

"Holy shit, Allison's tits." James whispered.

"Huge! Those have got to be at least D cups, for sure."

"Crazy cleavage. She is so fucking hot." "Dude, don't take this the wrong way, but so is your sister."

"Yeah yeah, she's playmate hot. I know. Shut up."

"Having these girls around is like a waking wet dream. Constant eye candy. I think I'm going to move in here." Brent joked

"Seriously."

Part 3. Friends & Neighbors

Later.

While pushing the lawnmower across his yard, he saw his neighbor Jennie pulling a sudsy sponge across the hood of her mother's car. Though they had lived next door to each since grade school, they did not hang out. Their Social circles did not overlap much these days.

It was very different when they were kids. They used to play together all the time. Unfortunately, over the years they found new friends, new hobbies, and their lives became separate. Regardless, he was still fond of her.

While working on the lawn, he would look in her direction every so often. She was pretty, but very much a tomboy. Her brown hair was cut short into a bob and her clothes were more for comfort than looks.

More often than not, he saw her in her soccer outfit, kicking a ball in her yard. At school she could be often found in the soccer field practicing with her teammates. Seeing her in cut off shorts and a tee shirt seemed odd for some funny reason. It like she was a soldier out of uniform.

He waved, she waved back.

Brent continued to mow the lawn according to his parent's specifications, making sure not to leave any spot untouched. The hot sun overhead beat down on him, made him sweat, and gave him a light head. His mind swam with the events of the past few weeks.

Brent's lifelong friendship with James had recently evolved into something new. For years they had been sharing porn with each other. Magazines here and there, movies, and the like. However, during one such recent event, circumstances lead to them to watch a porno movie together. That afternoon resulted in them openly masturbating in front of each other for the first time.

He imagined that to some people, what they were doing was taboo. The mere idea of two guys jacking off together was something that would confuse people, make them speculate about the status of their friendship. He knew that James would never betray him by telling anyone. That did not concern him. What did however, was his growing sexual appetite.

Their forbidden, almost daily, meetings masturbating together seemed to only intensify his desires. His once a day jack off sessions had become a four or five times a day affair. He wondered if this increased drive was due to puberty, or possibly something else.

He liked the freedom he felt while sharing something so intimate with someone without an ounce of self consciousness. They fantasized about the same women, watched the same porn, and both had a seemingly unending need to get off. He felt surprisingly comfortable being around him, doing these things.

In their youth they skinny dipped in James's pool from time to time, changed in front of each other, showered in the locker room next to each other. Seeing each other naked did not seem strange in the least. However, seeing each other nude and aroused, hard and jacking off, was definitely new.

Their meetings almost always began with watching a porno together until they were both horny. They would then strip off all their clothes and take a seat next to each other. They both liked using lube when masturbating and always shared the bottle they had on hand. Though they never touched each other, the intimacy was palpable.

Brent imagined looking down at themselves during one of their jack off sessions. Together on the couch they sat nude, side by side. His hand slid up and down the length of his well lubricated cock.

Looking over, he saw James watching him, stroking his own greased member. Brent often caught James studying him. His eyes glued on Brent as he worked up a big load of cum. He imagined that it turned James on watching Brent as much as it did the other way around.

Purely innocent youthful experimentation, he chuckled to himself.

Brent shut off the mower and peeled off his shirt. He was hot, sweating and thirsty. His growing erection seemed to be testing the elasticity of his underwear. He wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Hey Brent" Jennie called over the short fence dividing their yards.

"Hey Jennie." Brent replied. The car was clean as can be. Her shirt was wet, but so loose that it showed nothing. Brent's imagination filled in the blanks.

"Thirsty? I made some fresh lemonade earlier if you want some." She said walking over to him. Her baggy cutoff shorts dripping water from the fringe. They met in the middle, by the fence.

"Fresh lemonade? I haven't had fresh lemonade in years." He said leaning on the fence, wiping the sweat from his body with his wadded shirt.

"We have a lemon tree in the backyard so we gotta find a way to use them." Jennie added. Her eyes wandered down his bare torso. He suddenly felt self conscious. "I really like lemonade too, so..." She rambled.

Her eager eyes sparkled at him. Her fresh complexion and soft hair that fell over an eye made her look so young. Though she was roughly his age, she made him feel much older. He wasn't sure if it was her nervous demeanor, her youthful exuberance, or the tomboy image that she just seemed unable to outgrow.

He saw something attractive in her. The look on her face, the secrets in her eyes, told him to agree with whatever she offered.

"Yeah, sure." He managed to say as casually as possible.

Her smile grew big before she realized how transparent her feelings must seem.

"Alright, um. Wait here." She spun around and walked away.

Brent pulled on his shirt and watched her make her way into her house. He looked her over from behind. It was a shame, he thought, that she seemed to always find the most unflattering clothes to wear. Her shorts were baggy and her shirt was too big for her petite frame. If he did not know better, she could have been any anonymous teen in his neighborhood. He understood the need for comfort, but in her case, it was almost as if she actively avoided looking like a girl.

She reemerged with two glasses of cold lemonade. He walked over to her porch and accepted the glass from her. They sat on the porch together sipping their drinks.

"Mmmm. Delicious." He said after finishing a large gulp. "I was so thirsty, thanks."

"No problem. We've had so many lemons this year, I've been making more lemonade lately than we can drink. I'm glad there's someone else who likes it."

"I love it."

"Good. You know where to get some if you ever want any." She smiled.

They sat quietly on the porch, enjoying the afternoon. He took another sip, finished the glass, sat it down and leaned back on his hands. He closed his eyes. The smell of freshly cut grass still hung in the air. Birds chirped in the distance. A warm breeze washed over him.

"It's so hot out here." He breathed.

"Yeah. It's been superhot lately."

He opened his eyes and looked over at her. She was was watching him biting her bottom lip.

"You want another?" She blurted, gesturing to his empty glass.

"Uh, sure."

"You can come in if you want." She said getting up. "We have A/C." She added in a sing-song voice.

He smiled. She reached out her hand and helped him up. He followed her inside.

The house was cool, almost chilly. He sat at the kitchen counter. She poured two more glasses of lemonade from a glass pitcher and carried them over. She sat next to him. They sipped their lemonade as he looked around.

"Man, it's been years since I've been in your house." He said.

"Yeah, since like grade school." She added.

"It still feels pretty familiar."

"Yeah, mom doesn't like change."

"So... do you still have that big creepy dollhouse in your room?" He asked after a sip.

"Hey, my dollhouse was not creepy!" She gasped.

"I remember it being kinda creepy."

"It was a dollhouse. For my dolls! Besides, It's not like I'm not a kid anymore."

"So, no more creepy dollhouse?" "No dollhouse, and it's not creepy. Never was!" "Where is it then?"

"I dunno, the garage or something."

"Mmm Hmm." He rolled his eyes smiling. "What?" She asked.

"I bet that dollhouse is in your room right now." He said playfully.

"No it's not." She replied pretending to be offended. Her smile gave her true feelings away.

"I bet your room is still pink too." He accused.

She gasped and bumped shoulders with him. He caught a whiff of her shampoo when she got close. It smelled wonderful.

"My room doesn't look anything like it did when we were kids, as a matter of fact." She clarified.

He looked at her. Smiled. She looked so cute trying to defend her childhood taste while insisting she was no longer a kid. She saw a playfulness in him that she had not seen for years. His smile grew. He set down his glass.

"What?" She asked suspiciously.

"Be right back." He suddenly hopped off the stool onto his feet and ran toward the staircase.

"Hey!" She called out as he climbed the stairs two at a time. She ran after him.

He lept over the top step and made a left toward her room. He was surprised he still remembered where it was.

"Wait!" She begged as she ran up the stairs trying to catch up.

He pushed open her bedroom door.

It was in fact not pink any longer. At some point over the years it was painted white. Posters of various actors and musicians decorated the walls. In the place where he recalled her dollhouse being, there was a desk with a laptop. Though it seemed like she was telling the truth that she outgrew such things, her bed was still littered with pillows and stuffed animals.

He heard footsteps behind him. They were approaching quick. Before he could turn around he felt the weight of Jennie's body ram into his. He stumbled into her room and fell onto her bed face first. He was swallowed by a pile of teddy bears.

"Oh shit!" Brent exclaimed while trying to dig himself out of the plush animals.

He spun around to see Jennie scramble around her room picking up dirty laundry and tossing them in the hamper in her closet. He rested on his elbows watching her. He could not help but to softly laugh.

Finished, she turned to face him. The anger on her face quickly melted. A smile began to form.

"Who said you could go into my room?" She mocked anger, walked to him slowly as if to seem more menacing. To him, she looked like a kid trying to look tough."

"I wasn't in your room. I was in your doorway, you pushed me in." He smiled.

She stood at the foot of the bed looking down at him. It seemed she was at a loss for words realizing Brent was in her bed.

"Now, you say you're all grown up, but look at all these stuffed animals." He threw a small teddy bear at her. It bounced off her chest and landed on the floor. She gasped. She picked up the toy and held it almost tenderly.

Her eyes narrowed. For a moment he worried that he might have overstepped his bounds. Maybe she has some sort of sentimental connection to these toys. She threw the teddy bear at his face and leapt onto the bed. He flinched at the furry projectile. She had him pinned before he could defend himself. He knew that it would take very little effort to toss her aside, but he played the victim out of curiosity where this would go.

"If I recall correctly, when you were a kid... you were ticklish!" She laughed as she dived onto him, her hands finding his armpits, neck, sides. He laughed and squirmed under her. Though he was unable to control his reaction to her tickle attack, he could not help but to enjoy the feel of her weight on him.

During the struggle her body slid down his, her strong legs squeezed around his hips. Her hair swung in her face and she was laughing. All of the physical contact between them aroused him. He felt himself get harder by the moment. He genuinely tried to wiggle free from her but failed. He only managed to push her into a sitting position, her crotch tightly pressing against his.

He saw a look of shock momentarily cross her face. He concluded that at that very moment, she felt his erection under her, between her legs. This pause was his chance to turn the tables. He caught her wrists mid air and flipped her on her back. With her arms over her head, she was defenseless.

"Okay, okay. No more tickling." He laughed. He looked down at her. Her shirt had ridden up on her body. Her bare torso was toned and tanned. Her breasts caught the cotton fabric from riding up all the way. This was the first time he saw her as anything but the girl next door. He let go of her wrists and held his hands up in a gesture of peace. He rolled off and laid next to her catching his breath. His erection was now fully engorged. He was afraid to look down to see for himself, because he knew how obvious it was. He closed his eyes and tried to will it away.

"Ech, I'm all sticky and gross right now. I really should get off your bed." He said.

She propped herself on one arm and looked at him.

"You don't look gross." She replied softly.

"I probably stink." He sat up pulling the shirt away from his chest.

"I like the way you smell."

"Yeah, say that to me when you're close enough to actually smell me." He could feel the dampness of his shirt sticking to his body.

She sat up and leaned into him. She inhaled deeply. Again, he caught the scent of her shampoo.

"Mmm... maybe it's your shirt."

"My shirt?"

"Yeah, take it off."

He paused and looked at her. Her expression was blank, clinical. He did not sense a hint of playfulness in her voice. She seemed sincere that it was in fact his shirt that smelled, not him.

"Okay." He took off his shirt almost absentmindedly. It was as if he was outside his body watching from a distance. It crossed his mind that this was anything but innocent, but he wanted to see where she was taking this.

She leaned into him again, her face next to his. Her hair brushed his shoulder. She inhaled deeply. She repositioned her nose to his neck. She inhaled deeply again. He liked the way it felt with face buried in his neck.

She kissed gently him just under his ear.

"Mmmm..." Escaped his lips. Taking it as a good sign, she kissed his neck more passionately this time. More lips, a little tongue, and some suction.

"What are you doing?" He whispered.

He felt Jennie's leg slide over his. She positioned herself on top of him. Her shorts were gone. White cotton panties peeked out beneath her shirt. She pressed down onto him. He groaned when he felt the pressure on his throbbing hard on.

He was confused, but even more aroused. Her head was tilted back. Her hips grinded into him. He could feel the moisture of her pussy through her panties. His hands grasped her waist and guided her along his thick shaft. They continued this rhythm for a few moments.

She finally lowered her head and kissed him full on the lips. He could hear her whimper into his mouth and tasted a hint of lemonade. The desperation and horniness aroused him. His hands slid up her body, finding her breasts under her shirt. He was surprised to find ample mounds hidden under her top, much more than than a handful. Her nipples were hard. Her eyes locked onto his and she pulled her shirt off and tossed it to the pile with his.

She shifted herself down to his thighs and tugged on the elastic waistband of his shorts. He lifted his ass to allow her to pull them off. His hard cock stood at attention.

"Wow Brent." She said looking down at his erection. "Your dick is fucking huge!" She gasped.

"Thanks." He mumbled. He would not have, in a million years, imagined hearing those words come out of that mouth. He flexed, making it harder. She slid her hand from his smooth balls, up the thick shaft, and caressed the head.

"Ooh, you are so fine Brent." She smiled. Looking him in the eyes, she moved back into position over him. Her crotch found it's place pressed against his.

She looked down at his nude body under hers. His hard abs flexed as he pumped his hips, matching her rhythm. The length of his hard erection slid between the lips of her wet pussy, with only her panties as a barrier. Her throbbing clit felt the friction as if it was amplified. His hands were on her hips, hers explored his body.

She often fantasized about him. She saw him almost daily, but never said much more than a "hello." It drove her crazy. Over the years, she thought about being with him, kissing his lips, seeing him nude, having sex with him.

The time she spent as his neighbor growing apart, she wished that they had remained close friends all along. She supposed he never quite understood her attraction to him, maybe he just never caught on to the signals she gave him. 'Sometimes boys can be so stupid,' she thought to herself.

His hands slid back to her sexy ass and squeezed. He pulled her down hard on him, making full contact between his hard shaft and her wet pussy. The thin fabric preventing grinding from becoming sex.

She increased the speed in which she grinded on him. He studied her body. She was thin and her bouncing breasts looked big on her thin frame. She was definitely an athlete. Her body was toned, her tummy was flat, her thighs were muscular but feminine. He could not have imagined what a hottie she was behind all the tomboy baseball caps and unflattering clothes. Her face had a look of ecstasy and hunger that mesmerized him.

Her movements became faster, she was moaning with more passion. The moisture from her pussy lubricated his throbbing cock as if there was direct contact. He pulled her close, kissed her, and pumped his hips faster, harder. His strong arms held her against him. Her soft breasts against his hard chest felt so good.

"Oh god, oh god. I'm gonna, I'm gonna..." She moaned. A warmth tingled over her body as she climaxed. She felt the muscles in her pussy pulsing against his large cock. Wave after wave washed over her. Her mind swam in an ocean of pleasure. She locked her lips with his and kissed him hard.

This pushed him over the edge. He grunted and came with an intensity he had not felt before. Their bodies slid past each other as he shot load after load between them. They kissed deeply. Pressed tight together, his cum lubricated their bare torsos. They eventually slowed their pace until she was laying on top of him panting.

For a moment his mind raced. 'Holy shit, did that just happen? My tomboy neighbor Jennie is a sexpot. Somehow a conversation over lemonade turned into an epic makeout session. Here I am, a nearly naked Jennie laying on me, my cum gluing us together.'

He ran his fingers down her bare back, over her ass and up again. She slowly pulled herself into a sitting positon. She had a dreamy expression on her face. She looked down at her nude torso she saw it coated with his cum. There was an awfully lot of it she thought. Her bare breasts and flat tummy glistened with the thick liquid. She gazed at him and bit her lip. Her dreamy look turned into a worried one.

"Mmm... that was unexpected." He said, sliding his hands up her sticky cum coated body. He liked the feeling of her soft breasts and hard nipples covered in his seed. She looked like an oiled goddess, he thought.

Just as he was beginning to lull into a post-coital slumber, she suddenly climbed off of him.

"Sorry. I gotta... go... to the bathroom." She hopped off the bed and disappeared through her door. He sat up silently listening. He heard the shower turn on.

He got off the bed and stood in front of her vanity mirror. His body was drenched in cum and sweat. He sighed. After wiping most of the mess off with his tee shirt, he made his way out of her room. He knocked on the bathroom door.

"Jennie?" He called out nude from the hallway. He tried the handle and found it locked. He knocked to no answer. 'Weird,' he thought to himself.

He sat on her bed for a few moments waiting for her to emerge. She did not. Back in her room, he pulled on his shorts and stuffed his shirt into a pocket. He made his way to the bathroom and knocked again. No answer.

"Hey Jennie, I don't know if you can hear me but I gotta go home. So... uh... if you need me..." He trailed off. His mind scrambled. Maybe she realized that she just made a big mistake. Maybe she's just too embarrassed to see me right now. What exactly just happened in there?

He waited a moment for a reply. There was none. With his mind a daze, he walked out of her house and back to his. He started the shower. He needed to clean up.