CHAPTER EIGHT

ZANE LEWIS

I finally walk into my room after the party, feeling almost as tired as I normally do after a personal training session, and almost as jazzed at the same time. I turn on the lights and untuck my dress shirt, kick off my shoes, and sit down in front of my TV, starting up my old PlayStation to play a few rounds against the computer to tire myself out.

I’m playing by autopilot, reacting to the action on the screen without even really thinking about it, since I’ve played the game so many times I don’t need to focus. I start thinking about the party. For the most part it was silly, but I have to admit to myself that Harper was looking really good, even better than when I’d seen her the night before, or even that morning.

I see movement in the corner of my vision and pause the game for a second. The movement is in my window, or more accurately, it’s across the yard, in the other window. Harper’s room. I start to go back to my game, but as soon as I see what she’s doing, I forget about the game altogether. She’s taking off her dress. Apparently she doesn’t remember her curtains are open.

I know I shouldn’t watch, and I tell myself to get back to the game, because I shouldn’t even be interested in seeing Harper get naked. But I am. I move a little closer to my window and watch her as she wriggles and squirms, pulling the fabric over her head, revealing her panties and bra. Goddamn. Harper is practically spilling out of her bra, and as she reaches around to her back, I’m already almost mentally begging to see what she looks like without it.

I get my answer in less than a minute. Harper unhooks her bra and slides the straps down her shoulders, and then tosses it aside. Her back is still to the window.

“God, take the panties off too. Take them off.” I’m already starting to get hard, my cock coming to life in my pants. Somewhere along the way, Harper hasn’t just become more mature, she’s also got a terrific-looking ass and a killer rack to go with it. It’s all on display for me right there, without her even knowing.

Of course, I know she’s probably not going to take off the panties. She’s probably going to put pajamas on over them, or something like that. I hold my breath anyway, watching her take her hair down, seeing it fall past her shoulders. My cock gets harder, and I can feel all the blood pooling in my hips while I wait to see if Harper’s going to get naked.

She hooks her thumbs in the waistband of the tiny, lacy panties she’s wearing and tugs them down over her hips. There’s no part of her I can’t see. She bends over, her back still to the window, not even aware of me sitting there watching her right across the yard. It’s all I can do not to run downstairs, dash across the yard, and break into the Polsens’ house to go up to her room and ask if she wants a little help.

The next moment, though, she’s not at the window anymore and I groan. She’s gone, and either she’s getting in the shower, or putting more clothes on again. The magic spell, for the time being, is over. But I can’t get the sight of her out of my head.

I try to turn my attention back onto the game, but the sight of Harper’s hot, firm ass plays through my mind. I figure if I wait it out long enough, my erection will go away. But the longer I play the computer the more certain I am that I’m going to have to take care of myself.

I turn off the PlayStation after a while and start stripping off my clothes. My cock is straining at the front of my boxers, and I can feel it throbbing. The only thing I can think about is the sight of Harper naked, only yards away from me. Before I know it I’m imagining what it would have been like if I’d followed through with my instinct to run over there.

I picture her looking at me in shock and that smile I saw her give me a few times during the day. She’s hesitant at first, but she moves closer to me, and I take my boxers off. I wrap my hand around my erect cock and stroke myself slowly, imagining it’s Harper’s hand instead of mine, that she’s touching me. No, no, she’d be hesitant at first. I smirk to myself.

I imagine Harper sinking to her knees and looking up at me, nervous but eager, and wrapping her lips around me. Taking the head first and then slowly sucking more of me into her mouth. My hand starts moving faster on my cock, and I tighten my grip as I think about her mouth on me, her hand at the base of my erection. I imagine her finding her rhythm and taking me gradually deeper and deeper, until she can’t anymore, and backing off a little bit.

My little fantasy deepens, and I look across the way, hoping to catch some sight of Harper, but she’s not back in the window, at least not that I can see. I imagine pulling her onto her feet, letting my hands wander over her body, teasing her while she moans and squirms from how hot and ready she is for me.

I imagine laying her down on her own bed, pinning her there, claiming her tits with my mouth, one after the other, stroking her soft skin, feeling her respond to my touch and then her hot, wet pussy. My hand starts moving faster on my dick as I think about thrusting into her, taking her all at once and feeling her hot, wet center clamp down on me. I groan, closing my eyes tighter and picturing her, imagining the sensation of her tighten around my cock, her hips moving to take me deeper.

I try to hold myself back as I get more and more into the little fantasy of Harper, but I can’t help feeling more and more turned on imagining having sex with her. She’s so hot and seeing her naked made it impossible not to think of what it would be like with her. Before I know it, I am right on the edge.

I groan out as I come, shooting off onto my abs. It hits me hard, harder than the last time I came with a woman even. I keep shooting off, barely able to contain it, until I’m shaking a little bit from the force of it all. I lean back in my chair panting and gasping.

When I look over at Harper’s window again, the lights are off. Whatever else she did after taking off her clothes, I certainly hadn’t seen it, and there wouldn’t be any more to see.