One time, the sticky white substance had ended up over my hands when my hands freed my boyfriend’s penis and testicles from his pants and I gave him manual relief. Another time I learned to do something very unladylike with my mouth, Bobby filling it with that same sticky white substance which I eagerly drank. And other times I had taken off my panties and made myself fully available to Bobby in the back seat of the car, making sure that Bobby had gone to the barber’s store not for a haircut but to purchase certain items beforehand to prevent the same sticky white substance going up my birth canal and into my uterus and fallopian tubes to find one of my eggs released that month. Much as Bobby and I loved each other, no way did I want to end up pregnant at age 18 and Bobby and I one of those young couples who had to get married while still in high school.
I finished brushing my teeth, giving me minty-fresh breath, and rinsed out my mouth. I stood at the open window inhaling cool fresh air and thinking about what other bad things I could do to tease my neighbor. I looked at my safety razor, and the answer was obvious. I had to attend to certain female landscaping, and for that I needed to take off my nightdress.
Trembling with nervous excitement, I lifted up my nightdress and took it off over my head, exposing my C-cup breasts. Knowing he was staring at my naked breasts through his binoculars, I stood bare chested at the window and applied some soap to my underarms. Taking my razor, I shaved the hair that was starting to grow under my armpits, knowing he was watching the entire process.
My underarms now shaved, I rinsed the razor and looked down at my legs. Being a blonde I didn’t have excessive hair on my body, but a leg shave was still a must. I could have done it while still wearing my panties, but I was pretty sure that Eric would prefer me to do it completely nude.
Accordingly, I turned my back to the window and pulled my panties down, knowing that Eric could see my bare bottom as I slid my underwear down my long shapely legs to my bare feet and stepped out of my pants. The cheeks of my bottom no doubt held much attention from Eric, but soon I would let him see even more of me as I bent forward to pick my panties off the bathroom floor.
With my legs slightly apart, Eric would have gotten a perfect view of my vagina and anus as I bent over, thrusting my bottom high in the air so my voyeur could see my genitals and anal area in some detail through his binoculars. I felt the need to sate an itch on one of my bare toes so stayed in this position longer than I normally would have, my clitoris feeling aflame and my vulva getting wetter by the second as I picked up my panties and put them to one side.
I turned back to face the window, thinking about Eric looking at my triangle of blonde pubic hair as I applied some soap to my legs and began to shave them. For part of the process I had to put one leg on the bathtub, my crotch completely exposed to Eric’s view, my vagina spread wide. If Eric’s binoculars were powerful, he would not only have seen my pubic hair, my pussy and my anus, but my tight little pee-hole too.
With my legs shaved I again rinsed the razor, and knew it was far from the end of show-time for Eric, and I thought about the young man watching me as I walked completely naked to the shower and turned it on. If I had wanted to shower in privacy I could have closed the curtains. Did I want to shower in privacy? Of course I didn’t, as soon as the water was warm enough I jumped under the droplets and began to shower.
I soaped up my body from my face down to my bare feet, lathering my naked breasts with plenty of soap, which in turn ran down my stomach to my naval and my pubic hair. I knew Eric was watching as I turned my attention to my more private female areas between my legs. I applied lots of soap to my feminine mound, my pubic hair getting full of soap and bubbles and used a cloth to thoroughly wash my vulva, as no good girl would want to have a smelly vagina. Not that I was a good girl, at 18 I had gone all the way with my boyfriend a number of times and now I was allowing the weird boy next door to watch me shower, this after he watched me on the toilet earlier, but still good feminine hygiene practices should be an essential part of any young woman’s day.
Turning around, knowing Eric could see my bare bottom I thoroughly washed my anal area with the cloth, the soft fabric feeling so good on the entrance to my bowels, the most private part of my young body. With seven people in our house I couldn’t take a long shower and use up all the hot water, so I rinsed off, the soapy water running down my legs to my bare feet and the shower floor and going down the drain.
I stepped my naked dripping young body out of the shower and onto the mat, drying myself with a towel. I think Eric would have liked to be my towel, especially when I dried my dripping wet breasts followed by my more intimate areas. I dried my pubic hair first, then my vagina, moving the towel between my legs front to back to dry my anus and buttocks, mindful that like when girls wipe their bottoms during a visit to the toilet they also needed to dry their female areas front to back too to be more hygienic, and avoid the risk of a urinary tract infection.
Nice and dry, I hanged my towel out to dry — something my two younger brothers hadn’t really mastered yet — and picked up my fresh new panties, white full brief panties like the ones I had worn to bed, pulling them up and adjusting them around my vulva and bottom so they were comfortable. I put on my white bra to restrain and cover my big young boobs, then picked up my checked shirt and then my overalls, pulling them up and adjusting the straps over my shoulders. I didn’t bother with shoes and still had bare feet, this combined with the checked shirt and denim overalls giving me a tomboy look, which was apt given my personality.
There was nothing interesting for Eric to see now, so I closed the bathroom window, opened the bathroom door, turned off the light and went back to my bedroom, where I sat in front of my dresser, brushing my long blonde hair and extending my long legs out, wriggling my bare toes. I had often seen Eric looking at my bare feet, clearly he liked them. Oddly enough, Bobby seemed to like my bare feet too, and would play plenty of attention to them when we were enjoying ourselves at Lover’s Lane.
Eric could also see my pussy, but of course not the one between my legs. Rather he could see our pet cat, a pretty black and white tuxedo cat named Rosie which had leaped onto my bed and was cleaning her ears and whiskers. I had once asked Eric if his family had any pets. Apparently his parents didn’t believe in them.
I heard Johnny getting up, my brother walking to the bathroom and I guessed Eric would probably move away from the window now and hide his binoculars. He only wanted to see the female half of the Reilly twins naked, not the male half. Other kids had said some very unkind things about Eric over the years — and unfortunately my younger brothers were on the list — and one of the terms often used was ‘homosexual’. But I knew that was not true. Given Eric’s voyeurism of me, he was definitely not a queer.