Peeping Jane: Female Voyeur

Stepping off the last of the balcony’s steps, a warm summer breeze blows my cigarette smoke back into my face. The crowd above me whoops and hollers over juvenile drinking games. “How did I end up back in this town,” I grumble, having taken to the habit of talking to myself over the past few days.

The air is sticky with humidity and the gust of wind is of little comfort. Though air conditioned inside, the mass of human bodies jammed within the small house creates a stench worse than that of my menthol habit. With each step away from the pack of former classmates, my mind revels in the gradual reduction of moronic conversation.

I turn the corner and hide in the darkness of the side yard away from prying questions and lack luster stories. A female voice calls out my name and I take several steps backwards, hoping to enjoy the last of my smoke before I’m pulled back into my impromptu “Welcome Home” party.

A small illuminated basement window catches my attention and I peek in. A man who graduated a year before me is kissing a young, blonde girl I’ve never seen before while another unidentified female dumps the remaining contents of her red Solo cup down her throat. I pull out another cigarette.

Placing the emptied cup on a nearby dresser, the girl pulls off her light pink tee-shirt, revealing a beautiful tone body with caramel skin contrasting with a stark white bra. She pulls the elastic from her ponytail, letting her brunette hair crash softly onto her bare shoulders. The man turns towards her with one arm still wrapped around the blonde, inviting her in.

The two girls smile and giggle as they kiss one another. He watches intently, his dark brown eyes capturing each second with a confidence I’d only seen in players and assholes. These dumb sluts were just another story he would tell his friends tomorrow. Lighting my second cancer stick, I shake my head and remember when I was a dumb slut with Christina.

He yanks off his black V-neck shirt, the fabric stretching as he pulls. The girls each place a hand on his body, one touching her fingers over a Chinese symbol tattooed on his chest while the other rubs her palm across his defined abs. He helps the blonde with the knotted strings holding up her halter top as the brunette unbuckles his belt.

His lips move but I’m unable to hear any noise beside the occasional roar from the party still on the back balcony. The females slide their jeans down at the same time. The gorgeous brunette in matching white panties, while the blonde cups her exposed breasts standing in only a neon green thong. I groan at the terrible color choice.

The brunette playfully pushes her friend onto the bed and crawls on top of her, kissing between her perky tits and up her neck. His heavy jeans drop to the floor and his lips purse as he rubs the brunette’s ass from behind. He lowers to his knees, kissing the back of her thighs as he reaches through her legs, wrapping his fingers around the neon green thong, and pulling them off the blonde.

First to be naked, the blonde covers her red cheeks with her hands, shaking her head through a wide, toothy smile. Back to his feet, his erection tenting his boxer shorts, he fiddles with the brunette’s bra hook. The blonde slides her creamy fingers over the other’s warm, golden skin. They whisper to each other through coy smiles as he glides the white panties towards her knees.

 

To be continued next week…

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