My first time contributing to this sub. This is a true story that happened to me when I was seventeen. Apologies if it's too long for you, but hopefully some people will enjoy.
My parents still live in the house I grew up in – the place where I started masturbating, fucked my first girlfriend and began to fall in love. It's a fairly traditional, unimposing house with three dormer-style windows poking out of the roof. The street it's on is long, dotted with small trees and lined with parked cars and grass verges. The town they live in is quiet, in a relatively unpopulated state a day's drive from either coast.
Although it sounds perfect the way I describe it, it was just a normal street. There were couples going through divorces, kids having sex and even a depressed woman at the end who shot herself in her own garage. But mostly I remember it for the experiences I had with girls.
In particular, with this one girl who lived next door. I don't know why this one time sticks in my head more than any other. There are stories with more explicit sexual details in them, so feel free to go and read one of them if that's what you're looking for. And there are times before this story when I managed to go much further with a girl – maybe those are stories waiting to be written. But this one night is the one I always look back to.
Her name is Ashley. She's a year younger than me, and this story took place when I was seventeen. On the gable side of each house – and this is where the overly detailed description of my parents' street comes in – there was a small balcony with doors opening into each of the upstairs bedrooms. My parents had the one balcony facing towards our neighbors on the other side, and I had the balcony facing directly onto Ashley's bedroom. It sounds like the perfect situation, but usually we wouldn't even notice each other, and the times when we did would just end in a cursory smile or awkward wave. Looking back, I'm surprized more didn't happen.
Even at seventeen I was good looking. I was over six foot and my body had been toned by my time on the swim team and running track. I wasn't massive, but I had a good amount of definition. Ashley was hot, too. She had blonde hair that went down to her shoulders and killer blue eyes. And her figure was incredible – she had curves that stood out in whatever clothes she wore, although it would take a while before I knew how perfect her body was.
What happened between us took place over the course of a week during the summer after my seventeenth birthday. I had a part-time job working as a waiter in one of the restaurants downtown. That week I was finishing around six or seven, so Ashley would typically be hanging out in her bedroom when I got home.
The first evening, I ran straight upstairs and went to get undressed so that I could jump into the shower. When I got to my room, I shut the door and kicked off the shoes they forced me to wear. They were honestly the most uncomfortable shoes I ever wore. I was probably on the last two buttons of my shirt – name badge thrown on the floor – when I turned to look through the glass in my balcony door. Ashley had looked up from whatever she was doing before, and was looking straight at me – smiling. I gave her a smile back before turning away from here, unbuttoning the last couple of buttons, and heading into the shower.
This carried on for a few nights. On the second night, I came into my room and noticed she was there straight away. I think she was reading – at least, one of the nights she was reading. I turned on my light so that she'd look across – and she did. I was planning to pretend that I hadn't seen her there, but she caught my eye. So I just waved, turned around and casually started unbuttoning my shirt while I walked around, readying myself to head off into the bathroom. I wasted more time just messing with things in the room than I did the night before, and over the course of the second and third nights I waited longer and longer before leaving for the bathroom.
Ashley had probably seen a lot of me without a shirt on by that point, but my chest was my favorite part of myself, so I didn't really care. The Thursday was my day off so I was busy in the evening hanging with friends, so it had to wait until the Friday night before I got to make the most of our little arrangement. Usually Fridays I would have to stay until the restaurant closed, whatever the shifts I was working during the week. But this week I was lucky; I'd been given a whole week of early finishes for the first time in like a month, so by five or six I was looking forward to getting back home.
I thought maybe I would stand in front of the balcony doors and try and look out to the street while I was taking my shirt off. Maybe even unthread my belt from the loopholes on the pants, all while Ashley watched. But it didn't quite turn out like that.
She was looking across at me as soon as I'd switched the light on, and for the first time that week I thought that maybe she'd been waiting for me. I shot her a knowing glance and a friendly smile, and she smiled back. Friday was much hotter than any of the other nights, so as soon as I'd kicked off my shoes I headed straight for the balcony. There was a thin white curtain in front of the balcony doors that I'd usually open before I left for work, but that day I'd forgotten. I pulled it aside and, as I was opening the doors, I noticed that Ashley had gotten out of her seat and was standing at her window, watching me.
I knew she was expecting a show. I pulled the doors inwards and probably propped them open with some books or something, then peeled off my socks and flung them across the room. I just stood in the open doorway, the cool air flooding in, as Ashley waited. I opened out my arms as if to say 'whatta you waiting for?' She came back with an 'oh come on' smile.
And then it began.
I started unbuttoning my shirt from the top – one, two, three. Soon I'd undone all the buttons down to the bottom of the shirt and it was just hanging open, a little like the curtains, with my toned abs peeking through. Now that there was no curtain or door in between us, Ashley had almost as unobstructed a view as if she'd been standing right next to me. Perhaps that's what gave me the incentive to carry on. I arched my back slightly and let the fabric fall over my shoulders, and down to the floor. Aside from her window, there was only really a few feet of cool night's air between my bare torso and this ridiculously hot girl.
From then on, nothing I did was particularly planned. Ashley was still looking on intently so I unclasped my belt, took hold of the buckle, and slowly slid it through my waistband before it was dangling by my side. Her eyes were still locked tightly upon my body. I unfastened the button on the top of my pants and lowered the zipper. I looked up. She was waiting. I placed my hands inside the sides of the pants and gradually let them drop, flicking them behind me with my feet when I felt them hit the floor. I was standing in that doorway in nothing but my boxers, as Ashley's attention and the night's breeze washed over my body in equal measure.
I would leave our little tease there… normally. But Ashley didn't quite seem satisfied. As I looked across at her grinning face, she pointed over towards my boxers. I looked down and back up, raising my arms out in a gleeful shrug. I can still remember how seductively she mimed the word 'off', almost biting her lower lip as she lingered on the word's final letter. I grinned at her.
I hooked my two hands into the waistline of the underwear, before changing my mind and moving my left hand round to cup my balls. Covering myself, I eased my last stitch of clothing to the ground with my right hand, carefully stepped out of each leghole, before bringing the discarded boxers up to my groin. I started to feel the slightest bit of movement.
Ashley was still watching with anticipation, but after a couple of seconds of me standing there like that, she folded her arms and feigned disappointment. I looked straight down to my bare feet and laughed – partly out of how cute that was, and partly out of embarrassment – before returning my gaze to look at her.
She'd dropped the act. She was staring at me. She was waiting, and silently I understood.
I'd already switched the boxers over to my left hand. Slowly, I lowered my right hand, stole them off myself, and threw them over my right shoulder before allowing my arms to drop to my side.
I was standing completely naked and totally exposed in front of this girl, who I'd known since I was a little kid. Before long, she had raised both her arms and placed her hands behind her head, and instinctively I followed.
I think the look in her eyes at that moment was a combination of lustful and impressed. I didn't feel self-conscious. I didn't desperately want to cover myself up. I would just stand naked in front of her until she'd decided that she'd seen enough.
I was snapped out of it by a gesture. She had raised one of her hands in the air and was circling her index figure in front of her.
I began to turn around gradually, with tiny footsteps, letting Ashley breathe in every part of my body. When I was facing directly away from her, I stopped still, so that she could get a good look at my ass. I was probably stood there for about ten seconds, facing my bedroom wall with hands resting on the back of my neck. The fact that I couldn't see her reaction – and didn't even have control of my arms – seemed to make it even hotter. The thought of Ashley's eyes on my butt turned me on so much that, by the time I turned around to face her, I was already semi-erect.
The feel of the night on my body was now more erotic than ever. As soon as I'd finished my rotation, Ashley gestured with the same finger for me to come closer. What was it that she wanted? Did she want me to come over? My face obviously gave away my confusion as she moved her hand again – I think she might have pointed – and everything was made clear.
She wanted me to step out on to the balcony.
The look on my face probably showed that I was more scared now than at any other point during this whole encounter. Tentatively, I leaned forward and peered round the side of the house. Although I had stripped butt naked while the doors to the balcony had been open, there was literally no chance that anybody could see me. I was – just about – far enough into my bedroom that anybody passing on the sidewalk would fail to notice me standing there.
This show was being seen only by the one person it was intended for – her.
But now she had dared me to do something that would jeopardize all of that.
I closed my eyes for a second or two, returned my arms to cover my dignity, and stepped out onto the balcony. It wasn't that big a space. You could barely fit two people on it, even if the person behind had wrapped their arms around the person in front and was pressing themselves forward. I'd tried.
But standing here naked had never appealed to me before – and I was far enough out of my room that anybody passing below could happen to look up, and decide to call the cops.
After a few nervous glances to the street below and a couple of flinches every time I thought I heard a car, I was finally able to return my attention to Ashley. She was laughing. I composed myself as she raised her hands right up above her head, and again I knew that she wanted me to copy. I looked back down towards the street again. In that moment, it did dawn on me how I was standing there naked, in the space between two houses. I looked back over to Ashley and threw my arms up so that they were outstretched above my head, meaning I wouldn't be able to cover up if somebody looked up from below.
She then allowed me to lower my arms, but before long I freaked out enough at the sound of distant traffic that I ran back inside my bedroom and hastily forced my boxers over my rising dick. I managed to get a glance at Ashley laughing as I slid my shorts up my legs. We'd have a few more experiences together, but the nature of our friendship never really changed, and nothing we did together ever came close to being as hot as that night.
It's been close to seven years since this happened. I've been through college and am now holding down a full-time job (thankfully not serving people their food) in a different state, so I rarely get to go back to see my parents much. Ashley's apparently working at a beauty salon around an hour from where we grow up; after I went away to college, she started dating this guy we both knew in high school, but I later heard they broke it off. Whenever I do go back, I always look for Ashley's car in next door's driveway – but it hasn't happened yet.
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