Billy stripped down, grabbing a pair of pajama pants to sleep in. He felt eyes on him and couldn't shake it. Looking around, he realized a light was on elsewhere in the dark night. A light from a window facing his own. And he was down to only his boxers.
He slowly turned, eyes wide as he realized he was being watched. Across the yard, in plain view, Diana stood at her bedroom window, staring at him. Billy turned to fully face her, his mind numb with shock. His penis, however, still maintained a mind of its own, reacting well enough to pop through the fly of his underwear and hang out half-erect. Diana's eyes went wide as she realized what she was looking at. Billy's went wider as the realization finally struck him. He tried to cover himself as Diana smiled and covered her mouth.
At first, he thought she was laughing at him, at his size. Then he realized she wasn't looking away, either. Instead, she kept her eyes on him - on his eyes! - as she reached for something near the window. It took him a moment to recognize it as a large whiteboard. She wrote something quickly and turned it around.
"555-5094." Her phone number. Billy quickly made a grab for his pants and dug it out, momentarily forgetting about his exposed manhood. Dialing in the numbers, he took a seat on his bed, wondering why a girl who'd barely spoken to him for so long would suddenly decide to ask him to call.
The phone rang only once before she picked up. She sat on her own bed, still in sight. Billy swallowed nervously; his penis reminded him of its current state by straining to be seen.
"Hello?" he started, then winced inwardly at the awkwardness of his opening line.
"Hi. Umm.... You know your dick is hanging out, right?" Diana giggled girlishly. Billy could see her bright white teeth even across the distance. "You didn't hide anything when you sat down."
"I...I....Uh....," Billy tried desperately to hide it, but took time to finally seal down. "Sorry about that."
"It's okay. I've seen it before." She giggled again. "But not quite like that."
"Well, it's....I....," Billy didn't know how to respond. An absolutely beautiful girl he'd fantasized about for so long was talking to him, and he was freezing up. He'd already used his gifts once to see her naked, but was it right to do it again? Then her words caught up with him. "Wait... You've seen me naked before?"
"Yeah, last summer. Heather pulled your pants down when you guys had that family picnic." He recalled the incident and the humiliation he'd received at the minds of several cousins and uncles. "It looks... a lot bigger now." The compliment had a definite effect, and Billy strained to cover himself again before it exposed itself again.
"Umm... thanks?" *This couldn't be the reason she gave me her number,* Billy thought.
"I... Um.... Well, I just wanted you to know about, well, that you should probably remember to close your blinds." Was there something else there? Was she trying to lead him? Or was she disappointed that he wasn't responding in a particular way.
"Yeah, um, I should. And you should, too." That got her attention.
"I always do."
"Not this morning. You got dressed for school with the blinds open." He could see her turn crimson from there. Instantly, he wondered if he'd gone too far. He started to press into her mind, searching for answers.
"No, I.... Oh, crap," she said as she remembered. Billy could feel her emotions and sense her surface thoughts. They were a mix of embarrassment, self-consciousness, and... arousal? Was that a bit of attraction laced into her thoughts? "Well, I guess that makes us mostly even, then, right?"
"Mostly, I guess." Billy's phone chimed an alert - a low battery. "Um, my phone's just about dead. Would you like to.... maybe continue this conversation a little bit closer to each other?"
"This late? Won't you get in trouble for it?"
"Mom's pissed at Heather. I guess you've heard about that by now. They're all asleep, anyway."
"Okay. My family's asleep, except for Daddy. But he's down in his 'man-cave' because he pissed off Mom again. He won't know I'm gone."
"Sounds good. By the oak on your side?"
"Okay. But, um.... put something on first." She hung up and surprised him by blowing a kiss before heading out of Billy's line of sight. He smiled to himself, plugged in his phone, and pulled on the pajama pants and a loose-fitting t-shirt.
The night air was colder than he'd expected, and failed to soften the wood he was sporting. He hoped the darkness would help hide it.
"So... did Heather really do it?"
"I don't know. Michelle and I went out for dinner while Mom talked to her. All I know is what Heather said she was accused of."
"I heard she was jacking off Tommy Brewer and Logan Dunlap at lunch. At the same time." Diana let a beat hang in the air. "And that's the least of the rumors I've heard."
"I... I don't want to hear 'em," you admit, the memory of your mother's tape rising again in your mind. "Umm... did you really give me your number just because my... thing... was hanging out?"
"Well, that was part of it, yeah. And you don't have to be so polite about it. Dick. Wang. Schlong. Cock. I've heard it all. And I guess now I've seen it all, too." She smiled, the light just right on her to give him a rise again. Billy averted his eyes, finding himself looking directly at her chest, which was covered only with a thin nightgown and a flimsy robe, open just enough for him to see the point of concealed nipple.
"Okay, so my dick was hanging out." Being so frank was comforting, though it still felt awkward that a girl like Diana was saying things like that. "What was the other part?"
"Um, well, because I wanted someone to talk to about.... some stuff."
"Stuff?" Okay, now he was confused.
"Yeah...." she trailed off for a moment. "Okay, this is a little more awkward than I thought it'd be."
"Well, you wanted to be blunt about my 'stuff'. Can you just spit it out?" The smartmouthed comment brought up a mental image of his fantasies and Diana taking a load on her lips. He shifted his weight, hoping to keep his erection hidden.
"Okay, you're on." She turned to face him more directly. "Prom's coming up, and I've got five guys asking me to go with them. I know four of them are expecting me to put out, and I'm pretty sure the fifth does, too. I really don't like to have that expectation put on me. I guess.... I guess what I want to know is..... Why do guys always expect sex from every girl they meet?"
"Genetics and hormones, I guess," Billy responded. "I mean, you're a beautiful girl and all and I've never heard any rumors about you having sex with any of the guys you've dated that weren't immediately squashed by you kicking him in the nards in a violent and painful breakup. I'm guessing they might expect it because it's Senior Prom and they think they're going to be your first."
"I'm not even all that pretty, though," she complained. "My hair's all weird most of the time, I've got no butt, and my boobs are like, really small. Hell, my eyes are two different colors." That was true, and the brown swirls in her green eyes had always made her look more exotic to him.
"You're really smart, you keep yourself in really good shape, your fashion sense is amazing, and I happen to think your tits and ass are perfect." He could feel a wave of crimson self-consciousness roll through her.
"Oh, yeah. Forgot you've seen it all."
"And I'll be honest, I'd love to see it all again," he continued, "Hell, I've had a hard-on pretty much the entire time we've been talking." He stopped himself, realizing he'd probably gone too far. He started to reach into her mind to erase that last comment.
"You have? Really?" Her reaction stopped him yet again. "I thought guys couldn't get it up in cold air."
"Give a guy a good reason and a girl he's incredibly attracted to, and a wild glacier carrying a dozen elderly nuns couldn't drop it down." Her eyes reflected the full moon. "Umm... Yeah, probably a little much."
He could feel her intent as she found the words. "Umm... Can I see yours again? Closer this time, I mean."
"Ummm, sure?" She took his hand and led him behind his own house, out of view to any unlikely passers-by on the street. Once out of sight and under the back porch's faint light, he slowly pulled it free again through the fly of his boxers and pajama pants.
"Can I... see it all? Your balls, too, I mean?" She sounded and felt more curious than he'd imagined. He agreed and pulled his pants down, revealing it all.
"Can I see yours? I mean, fair's fair, right?" No mental push just yet.
"Okay," she agreed and opened her robe. She lifted her nightgown, revealing a lacy pair of panties. These slid down her silky thighs and fell to the ground, reveaingl her thin patch of pubic fuzz above her smooth pussy. "You've seen it already, so I guess there's no harm seeing it again."
"I couldn't tell you shaved it like that from the window," he commented.
"Waxed, actually," she corrected, then immediately turned another shade of pink. He looked close, taking in the faint aroma of her arousal.
"Look, um, if you're so uncomfortable going with one of those other guys, how about..... going to prom with me? I mean, you know I don't expect sex and you've already seen what I look like naked, so if you want to go that far.... well, you know what you're in for, right?" Smooth, real smooth. Billy had to chide himself for the pitiful pitch.
Diana smiled again, letting her nightgown drop and tying off her robe again. "I'll think about it. And maybe I won't think about closing my blinds so often, too."
Diana smiled again, then turned and went home at a quick trot. Looking down, Billy realized her panties were still on the ground. His cock pulsed visibly as he leaned down to collect them, then went inside. By the time he reached his room, Diana's lights were out and her blinds were closed. Billy pulled the shades on his own window, killed the lights, and went to sleep with Diana's panties under his pillow. |