So, I was in my bedroom when Madeleine breezed in. "Are you jackin' off?" she asked me cheerily.
"Uh, not yet."
"Well maybe we should get you started."
"You crack me up, Maddy."
Madeleine is a slender woman of average height or so, with short, curly dark hair and smallish breasts set into a broad chest. At this moment, she was wearing a bra and a pair of plaid boxer shorts with her long clitoris thrusting itself out through the opening in front. She thrust her pelvis forward and pointed at it. "Look, Sage," she ordered. It was really sexy to look at, and she was smirking at my delight. "Take yours out," she instructed me. I was wearing jeans and a sleeveless beater and I stood up and opened my pants to display my ... uh ... self. Madeleine nodded up and down. "Cool. Tres cool." She looked around the room then, registered the fact that the curtains were wide open, and nodded towards the window. "Isn't that little Bess Carver's bedroom window right over there? Of course it is," she went on, answering her own--rhetorical--question. "So you were actually about to beat off for the little voyeuristic minx."
"Don't talk so loud," I warned. "If she hears you, it will ruin the illusion of accidentality."
Madeleine threw me a leering wink. "Okay. I can work with this," she said in sotto voce. "Okay, Sage," she said in a loud voice, "take off your pants for me. I want to see your beautiful body stark staring naked."
I pulled down my pants as if shyly and hopped out of them and then, to Madeleine's nodding instructions, removed my tee shirt also. I hadn't been wearing drawers and so I was naked then.
"Turn around," Madeleine ordered, "so I can see all of you." When I turned around, I was facing the window. Madeleine came around from behind me to look at me from the front. "Are you sure she's actually there?" she whispered.
"I can hear her breathing," I whispered back. "Listen. Or maybe she's just rustling around. I don't know."
Madeleine nodded several times and then whispered, "I just heard her light a cigarette. Isn't she a little young to smoke?"
"I've seen her smoking before," I whispered.
Just then Florenz, another of our housemates, came bounding into the door. He looked around at us, looking a little startled. "I interrupted something," he started out tentatively and then added, "I hope." Madeleine laughed. Then, her back to the window, she whispered to Florenz, "We're putting on a show, we're just starting, for the little girl next door. You're going to like this. You can join in." He looked at her quizzically and whispered, "Why are we whispering?" Madeleine shook her head. "So as not to give away that it's a show." Florenz instantly removed his jeans, his black silk boxers and his buttoned sport shirt and went to stand next to me so that we were both facing Bess's window. "Now, my fine feathered friends," Madeleine began in a normal voice meant to carry between the houses, "let me see you two guys make yourselves hard."
"So that's Bess Carver over there in the window?" Florenz whispered.
"Yes," I answered. "You know her?"
"Of course: she's our nextdoor neighbor. I've talked to her several times."
I had talked to her too and now, standing there naked, I recalled our first in person so to speak meeting. We were both in the alley behind our two houses and she spoke to me. She was sitting on one of the three concrete steps that went from her backyard to the alley. She was dressed in short shorts and a middy blouse and she was smoking a cigarette. "Hi," she called out to me, standing up and approaching me with her arm outstretched for a handshake. I took her hand. "I'm Elizabeth Carver," she told me and so I introduced myself as we shook hands, one of those extended handshakes that went on for a while. I liked touching her. She patted my hand with her left hand just before she let go of the handshake. She was smiling up at me. I had been jacking off in the window for her for a couple of weeks and was a bit flustered (and excited) meeting her face to face like this. She was a very perceptive person apparently. She said as I looked at her face, "You're so tense. Don't worry. I'm completely trustworthy. My lips are sealed." Then she made the zipper gesture across her mouth. This was in a sense even more disconcerting because it seemed to definitely imply our clandestine relationship, as it were. Then she took a big drag on her cigarette and turning her head to one side blew out a cloud of smoke. "I'm going into ninth grade," she said proudly, "so I can smoke."
"You look sexy doing it too," I told her.
"You bet, kiddo," she answered--somewhat cryptically, I thought, and then turned--or rather whirled--and ran away towards her back porch.
"Look at Florenz!" Madeleine was saying and bringing me back to reality. Florenz was masturbating. Madeleine continued, "He is so cute and adorable and also has such a long ... uh ... penis, for want of a better word." Then she snorted at her own witticism.
"Oh jeez," Florenz said and then caught himself and said in sotto voce, "I just heard Bess--I guess it was her over there--light a cigarette. Does she smoke? Isn't she a cheerleader or something? Like she's about--what--fourteen?"
"I've seen her smoking," I whispered. "Yes, she smokes, child athlete or not."
"Let's get down to business," Madeleine said, taking off her bra. Her chest is broad and muscular. Really very attractive. She nonchalantly jacked her long clitoris briefly.
"I can't get over how cool your clitoris is," Florenz said ... in a regular voice.
"I know. I know," I agreed. "I don't know if I have ever seen anything as sexy as Maddy's clitoris. Seriously. And it is so sexy sticking out of the opening in her boxers like that!" Florenz got down on his knees then in front of her as she stood sideways to the window and put his lips around her appendage. I stood there watching them and jacking off. We were all three of us visible in the window. Nextdoor the cheerleader's cigarette went out and I heard her light another with a little flash of a match and glowing cigarette end. I imagined her masturbating while she watched us. I personally was transported to another zone, my hand moving rhythmically etcetera etcetera.
Florenz pulled his head back. "Maybe we should fuck," he suggested tentatively, looking up at Madeleine.
"I don't want to do a penis-vagina thing and risk, you know, pregnancy."
"Don't you use something?" I asked.
"I'm a lesbian, Sage."
"Oh yeah, I forgot."
"Well, I could fuck your anus," Florenz suggested.
"And then Sage could suck my clit while you do that. Hmm. I could sit on your dick ... no wait, how could I arrange this so I could jack Sage off with my feet?"
"Could you really do that?" I asked. We were all talking loudly now, making this impromptu discussion part of the show.
"No, probably not," Madeleine admitted. "It really sounds too convoluted, so to speak." Then she pulled off her boxers and was now naked. "Enough of this talking. Let's get down to business. I feel like I should have stiletto heels on."
"Well, I could run to your room and get them," Florenz offered.
Madeleine put her hands on her hips and shook her head from side to side. "I don't even fucking own a pair of stiletto heels!" she said, and Florenz uttered an abashed guffaw. "Okay," she continued, "Florenz, you lay back on the bed and I'll suck your dick and then, Sage, you can get down there next to ... no, get up on the bed behind me and lick my butt. I know you like it. I like it pretty well myself." Now she was bending over Florenz's prone figure and she began to suckle him, gently taking the whole thing into her mouth at once and then as it grew larger, encompassing the rigid stem and moving her lips up and down. I meanwhile positioned myself in a squatting, kneeling position behind her rump and kissed her anal opening and then licking it with long, loving strokes and then thrusting my tongue into it and then engaging in a continuing series of these movements. I love her anus. First there is the shock of the smell and then the smell becomes heady and intoxicating. The brown mouth invited me and winked at me as I caressed it with my lips and tongue. And the whorls of hair around the winking eye added piquancy. After several minutes of this exotic tableau, Florenz had an orgasm in Madeleine's mouth. He was whimpering by the time she finished sucking him dry. Then we all three stood up and after some feinting this way and that, shifted around until Madeleine was sprawled across the bed and I was sucking her formidable clitoris. I love that. It was so soft and yet turgid between my lips and in my mouth. After she came, the two of them, and presumably also Bess Carver, watched me jack off.
When Maddy and Florenz dragged themselves back to their respective bedrooms, I couldn't resist jacking off one more time in front of Bess--I was so revved up. With mineral oil on my sex, I stood there before the window moving my fist very quickly. I was in heaven! Then after that I turned off the lights and staggered into my bed.
The next afternoon when I got home from my classes, I walked into Maddy's room. Her door was ajar. Florenz was in there, sprawled naked on the chaise, languidly stroking his rather luxuriant member. Maddy was seated in a chair at her desk and wearing cut-off jeans and a sweatshirt. "Hey," I said and sat down on the edge of the bed. There was a piece of paper rolled into the typewriter on Maddy's desk. A typewriter, mind you! "So you actually use that thing, I guess," I said.
"Of course. I'm good. I'm very fast. And I don't have to wait for it to boot up. I've decided to write a pornographic novel. A roman a clef, actually, about our ... uh ... experiences. I'm just finishing up my description of last night. Florenz here..." and she nodded towards the masturbating figure on her chaise..."is providing some artistic ambience. Here, light this joint." She took a half smoked joint from the ashtray next to her typewriter and handed it to me. I picked up a book of matches and lit it. Just then, Belinda came swaggering into the room. She is our other housemate. She is tall and blond and a rather robust woman. She was wearing a tan skirt suit, very suave and sophisticated. I handed her the joint as she entered and she took a hit and returned the joint to me.
"I thought I would find something worthwhile going on here and so I have," she remarked cheerily. "Here's Maddy like Vita Sackville-West whacking away at her typewriter while the beautiful Florenz, like a character from Petronius providing an inspirational background, like erotic wallpaper." She twirled around once to show off her suit. "Do you like my threads. I just started the new job."
"The weatherperson job?"
Belinda is a grad student in communication. She aspires to be a newscaster.
"The outfit is tres chic," Madeleine said. "Very much so indeed."