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For months I had been allowed to see my lovely, French, next door neighbor, Mrs. Jessup, or Carol, in her bathroom as she showered and then in her own room as she prepared herself for the day. She was about five feet four inches, with long, wavy brown hair. Typical French woman, with lovely, soft, tasty tits and luscious, well tanned legs with lots of curves.  I had turned seventeen a few months ago and was now a senior in high school. My girlfriend was sixteen and had entered the junior class months ago, too. Unlike me, who spent most of my time at home, enjoying what was offered by Carol next door, my girlfriend was athletic. She played volleyball and was a cheerleader for the basketball team. She was about 5 feet 6 inches, with lovely, golden hair. Her legs were long and muscular, in a cock hardening way. In fact, we often met at Carol’s house because my parents were ultra conservative, and thought I should not date until I became of age, or an adult. They were crazy about it, I think. But anyway I would meet Sarah at Carol’s house, because she was cool with it, and because I think she liked looking at Sarah. I was beginning to think that Carol was bisexual. We didn’t even have that term back then, but that was what she was, I suppose. Sarah liked Carol, who treated her like an adult. Her parents went to the same church as mine. She had the same problem I had. We had kept our dating secret. The wonders I had seen through Carol’s keyholes. My vision of a pussy was Carol when she was taking a shower. With all the luck in the world, that shower stall faced the bathroom door which had a keyhole. For some reason, Carol had always bayan escort beylikdüzü left the shower curtain open as she showered, and I had seen her beautiful, hairy, v-shaped pussy many times now. I was not just fixated on her cunt, I loved watching her massage her titties with soapy hands, seeing the nipples growing hard. She had finally caught me peeking at her and I had been allowed to fuck her, but that was many months ago, and we had fucked several times since. I hadn’t fucked my girlfriend though. I knew how, of course, after Carol’s great lessons. We often went down to the river to escape from the desert heat, and Carol and Sarah had both started wearing something new called bikinis. They consisted of regular bra-sized upper pieces and pants about the shape of tennis shorts. This was long before thongs and little triangles barely covering what were very hard nipples. But, for the times, they were risqué, and often made me retreat to the river to cover a raging hard-on when we were enjoying the sandy riverside. When my girlfriend came of age at sixteen, and growing and glowing with health, and a burgeoning sexuality, I started to take notice. I had not really noticed her before. She was a grade lower, you know. When Sarah got finished with her practices she would never bother showering at school because we were only five minutes away, and because she was shy around anyone except me and Carol when it came to her sweet, slowly maturing body. She had only started wearing a bra, with not a whole lot to be held up yet. But, I could see from our visits to the riverside and from the often escort bayan beylikdüzü intriguing glimpses, when I peeked at her in Carol’s shower, that she was sexy as hell. Perky breasts and long, athletic legs, with not an ounce of extraneous fat on her young body. I would wait up for her to come home for her evening shower at Carol’s house. For some reason my parent’s thought Carol was a good influence. Being French, she was Catholic, and they thought she had the same ideas about young people. She didn’t, but she never let on. She loved the fact that I was was right there when she needed to be fucked. Sarah would ask me to leave the bedroom while she changed to get into her shower. I always complied because I was a good boyfriend, and because I knew what was coming. After I heard the shower go on I would go into the hallway and peek in on her. Carol knew and she thought it was amusing. For some reason they neither one bothered closing the shower curtain. probably because of the ubiquitous heat, or perhaps for another reason. Anyway, my girlfriend’s pussy was also shaped just like a triangle, just a more sparsely populated little pussy, made up of curly, blonde hair. And her breasts were like little cones jutting out and perky and adorable. She was a blond so her nipples were pink in color. Carol’s French blood brought out a bolder, browner nipple, but just as appealing, especially because they got so hard and stuck out like little penises when she lathered them, or when I sucked on them. Anyway, on the day in question, Mr. Jessup was again away on a railroad run and the only people kayaşehir escort in the house were me and Carol. I had arrived home shortly after 3:30 o’clock because we were so close to the high school, and I never wasted time with extra-curricular activities because I knew I could get all the extras I wanted at Carol’s. My girlfriend, Sarah, however, would often be at school until six or even seven in the evening, practicing various activities. When I arrived at Carol’s I was very quiet. No one locked doors back then, so you could enter without too much ado. Nobody was in the front room or kitchen. Carol’s bedroom door was closed. I went around the back way out and across the porch to the other door, snuck in and down the hall saw her bedroom door was closed between the rooms and immediately started getting a hard-on in my pants. I always seemed to be getting hard-ons. Anyway, I got my pillow, leaned down to peek into Carol’s room and it was my lucky day. She was completely naked. Her hands were holding up her slightly drooping, soft breasts. She was posing. Like the models during that time did. She was up on her toes, emphasizing her beautiful calves and thrusting her pussy toward her vanity mirror. Like a goddess, I thought. I was jerking off so hard that I lost my balance and fell against her bedroom door. Within two seconds she had jerked open the door and was staring at me lying on the floor, no longer holding my cock, still with my pants down and my dick as hard as steel. Carol stared at me for what seemed like forever, and then reached down, took my hand. “We need to talk.” I was seventeen years old, but I thought I had ruined a good thing. No more peeking at Carol. No more fucking her. No more peeking at Sarah. Then, to my surprise and my ever-lasting joy, she smiled at me and had me sit down on her chenille coverlet and hugged me. She was still naked, but she hugged me and hugged me, and I knew without any doubt I was loved.

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