Message-ID: <20940asstr$942253800@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: WWW1@aol.com X-Original-Message-ID: <0.b77a4fb6.2555ee69@aol.com> X-Post-Date: Sat, 6 Nov 1999 15:49:45 EST Subject: {ASSM} {GALAGO} "Peeping Jane" (Kristen) (mf, voy, teen, mast) Date: Wed, 10 Nov 1999 12:10:00 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin Submitting this story for Kristen, who couldn't do it herself. <1st attachment, "Peepjane.txt" begin> ("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text Archive name: peepjane.txt (mf, voy, teen, mast) Authors name: Kristen Kathleen Becker Story title : Peeping Jane ------------------------------------------------------ Copyright © 1999 Kristen Kathleen Becker -- Please do not remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial free sites, or in the free area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------ Here's my little offering for the grand opening of (alt.sex.stories.moderated), may it succeed swimmingly. And I hope that the readers of this newly resurrected newsgroup will consider donating a little to ASSTR to keep it alive and well. (http://www.asstr-mirror.org/) (((o))) Peeping Jane (mf, voy, teen, mast) by Kristen Kathleen Becker October 14th 1999 That familiar thrill surged through her body again as Jane lay on her back in the middle of the deserted schoolyard. It had to be almost nine o'clock by now and Jane was luxuriating in the smell of the freshly cut grass, and the cool night breeze that ruffled her hair. She was waiting for Rob Cartwright to go to bed. She knew that on a Wednesday night he usually went to bed around ten. She had been thinking about him all day. This wasn't the first time that Jane had laid there in the dark thinking about Rob. The first time she had peeked at him without his knowledge was by accident. It had been almost six months ago now, but as the young girl hugged herself, thinking about that time her excitement swelled. She'd gone over to the Cartwright home to visit her friend and classmate Brenda. They had made plans to study together for an upcoming test at school the next day. Jane lived on the next street over with her backyard butting up against her friend's. Over time, the girls had gotten used to climbing over the fence dividing their yards, rather than walking all the way around the block. Jane and Brenda were almost as close as sisters, and no one seemed to mind that they did this. But that night something was different. As Jane walked into her backyard and pulled herself up onto the top of the fence, balancing her history book on the top edge, she noticed that heavy metal music was blaring from Brenda's house. She could see flashing lights mixed with the black-blue fluorescent of a "black light" coming from Rob's room. That struck Jane as strange. She knew that Brenda and Rob's parents wouldn't normally allow their children to play loud music at 9:00 o'clock on a school night. But after a brief moment of thought she shrugged to herself, and grabbing her history book, jumped down into her friend's yard. As Jane approached the house, she thought that she could hear someone screaming in time with the beat of the song. It almost sounded like an animal, or one of those performers that do those strange acts at punk raves. Jane knew that she shouldn't, but she sidled up to Rob's bedroom window to see what all the noise was about. As the teenager stealthily peeked through her neighbor's bedroom window, her eyes widened for a moment, then she dropped to the grass with her back to the house wall. She sat there for a full minute, eyes still wide with her hand over her mouth, in shock at what she had just seen. The image of a naked boy dancing in time to the music in front of his mirrored closet doors had been burned into her mind. Rob had been skipping to the music, holding his electric guitar, and pretending that he was playing it and watching his naked body making rock performer moves in the mirror. For a moment Jane wasn't sure that she hadn't dreamed the whole thing. The flashing strobe light and the black light may have been playing tricks on her eyes. Now breathing fast with excitement, Jane slowly got to her feet and crouched at Rob's window again and peeked into his room. He was now standing fully reflected in the mirror. He'd thrown his guitar onto his bed and was dancing with himself watching his own naked body turning and twisting to the rhythm of the music. Jane swallowed, eyes glued to the boy's nude body. She'd never seen a teenage boy naked before. Rob was two years older than her, and she'd always thought he was good looking. But she had never imagined that a boy's body could look so nice when completely naked. She stood there admiring his muscles rippling as he danced to the music. She knew it was wrong to be doing this, but watching his penis sticking out so stiffly and his trim muscular body dancing in front of her was making her feel so very strange. She just couldn't pull herself away. Then as she watched he strode to his bed, flopped down on it and began to masturbate his hard penis. Jane gasped as she watched it popping up between his fingers and then disappearing back into his hand on the up stroke. It was so strange to be standing there, invading someone's most private moment, Jane thought. She knew that if Rob caught her doing this he'd be mortified beyond words, and so would she for that matter. Jane was brought out of her thoughts by a sound that made her tremble. It was a primal sound, and it made her want to run home and masturbate herself. Rob grunted several times then Jane watched as a jet of what she knew was his sperm shot up at least 12 inches to land on his breastbone. Then another slightly shorter gush, then another... and another. It was so strange to be standing there watching him doing this! Jane wondered if Rob felt the same feelings when he came that she did. It looked like he was enjoying himself, his eyes were closed, but his mouth was open and his body was arched away from the bed sheets as he came. When Rob's naked body dropped back to the bed Jane was struck by how horny she was after watching him doing himself like this. But instead of returning home to relieve herself, she rushed on through the yard to the Cartwright's front door. She couldn't bring herself to skip her homework even though she was feeling so excited. When Brenda answered the door, Jane just knew that her friend could tell what she'd done. She just knew that her depravity showed in her eyes. But after a while, Jane relaxed and the girls started their assignment. *** That first night when Rob had nonchalantly come into the kitchen to get something to snack on, it was all that Jane could do not to say something. She was embarrassed that she had peeked at him doing something so personal. But at the same time she remembered how hot he looked doing it. Jane had a hard time concentrating on her homework, and that night she masturbated to the image in her mind of a teenage boy's naked dancing body. When she came, it was better than normal and she knew why. She knew then that she would peek at Rob again if she could. *** That had been six months ago... Jane rolled over in the grass and slipped her hand into her loose fitting shorts and began to finger herself ever so slowly. Thinking about that first time was making her wet with need. She'd repeated her crime 20 times since. There were many nights when she had snuck over into the Cartwright's backyard and there was nothing to see. But when Rob was in his room there was invariably some lewd show for her to see. It seemed that all Rob did in his room was to play with himself. She wandered if all boys did that. Then the thought occurred to her that she should try going over to Jason's house some evening to see what he did in the privacy of his bedroom. Jane pushed herself up from the grass with a sigh and began to walk over to the Cartwright's house. Her excitement rising with each step that she took. It seemed that spying on Rob pleasuring himself was never going to get old... --------- --------- Thank you "Professor" Stephen for proofreading my little story. --------- --------- MY STORY PAGE http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kristen/www/stories/ = or = http://kristenstories.web1000.com/ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. They should be outside playing in the sun, not thinking about adult situations. Do your part to make our world a little safer. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 10 <1st attachment end> Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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