Chapter 1

The thing that Jake Snow hated most about prison was the smell. That peculiar aroma was always present no matter where one went on the "inside." The smell seemed to penetrate everything. It was that smell that made Jake's meeting today with his lawyer all the more special. Any meeting regarding Jake's release from prison was wonderful enough. But, even better, the meeting was at the courthouse... away from that god-awful smell.

"Excuse me for a moment, Jake, while I get Gretchen to make a copy of these papers for you." The lawyer knocked on the door; the guard outside responded; and the lawyer quickly left the room.

Jake was about to say, "fuck you very much," when he spied the lawyer's cell phone peeking out of the top of a briefcase on the floor. Without hesitation, Jake grabbed the phone and dialed. He had been waiting for a moment like this for over a year, a moment for one private, unmonitored phone call to the outside.

"Hello," said a voice that was music to Jake's ears.

"Baby, its me... Jake. I can't talk long, so just listen. First, I love you and miss you... god, I miss you!"

"Oh, Jake, I can't believe it's you. I love you too and..."

Jake cut her off. "Listen, the feds are pissed cause they have to let me out soon. I've done my time, but they still can't find the money. They haven't found you either, have they?"

"No, I'm still in this little town and..."

"The money is still deposited off shore, isn't it?"

"Yes, Jake, it is safe and earning interest, but..."

"Stay where you are. Write your address in tiny letters near the 23^rd Psalm in a Bible and put a note in front saying it is from Momma or somebody. Drive to a different town and mail it to me. I'll get out soon and we will disappear together. I have to hang up now. I love you, baby."

"Oh, Jake, I miss you so. I can't live like this too much longer. I get so lonely. I need you with me, to hold me, and touch me. I'm dying in this little town, Jake. I need you to make love to me. Just hearing your voice makes my pussy throb. Jake, do you understand me? I am going crazy here!"

"I'll be there soon, baby, but I have to be careful so they don't trace me or follow me. They will expect me to go to the money. I gotta go. Bye, sweetheart. Soon! Soon we will sail away into the sunset."

Jake had just erased the call log on the cell phone when the door sprang open. Jake sat smiling. It was as if he had never moved. The phone gently slid back down into the briefcase.

Soon I'll be out and rich, thought Jake. Jake's smile grew so broad that his lawyer gave him a strange look. Jake tried to ignore both the lawyer and his own stiff erection.

"Oh... my... god, like Ronny Thompson has to be the sexiest guy in the entire school!"

Megan put her hands on the sides of her face feigning a swoon, then whirled around on the bed and flopped backward. With her head over the mattress' edge, blond hair dangling, she peered at her friend, June, upside down. A giant pink bubble began to emerge from her mouth. Suddenly, it popped leaving a large strand of bubble-gum dangling over the tip of her nose and down on her forehead.

"He is not!" sneered June. She busied herself with rearranging her CD collection yet again. "He's a big dork... ok, he has lots of muscles, and all, but he is super stupid in class. I don't think he can speak using complete sentences at all."

Megan, head still hanging upside-down over the edge of the bed, rolled her eyes. "Hey, remember when we used to think that if you stayed upside-down like this too long, you would have a stroke and die?" Megan giggled. "I guess we were pretty stupid back then too, you know?"

June laughed. "Speak for yourself, Megs."

"Like, being upside-down is good for your complexion," said Megan ignoring the comment. "I think I saw that in a magazine once. Anyhow, Ronny is better looking than all of, like, 'NSync' put together! Have you seen his ass! Oh, so tight! And those eyes, oh god, those eyes."

Wandering from one conversation topic to another was perfectly normal for Megan.

"Those eyes and that superb ass. Yum!" Megan continued.

"Megan!" June took on her usual look of motherly consternation. Ronny's firm ass had not escaped June's attention, however.

Megan began pushing her palms together repeating the age-old bust development ritual.

"Shit. Will my boobs ever get any bigger? Do you think my boobs are too small, June? Be honest!"

"Too small for what?" June retorted. "Breast feeding? Playboy magazine modeling? Ah, maybe for groping hands? Maybe Ronny's sneaky little hands." The word, Ronny, came out more like a nasal sneer than a part of the sentence.

"No! Maybe they are for his soft mouth! His tongue... oh, yes... his tongue. Hee-hee," giggled Megan.

"Euww... that's gross!" June screwed her face into a look of fake disgust.

Secretly June wondered what it would feel like to be touched by a man, to be held and kissed and fondled. She had fantasized about it a lot lately. And, she had masturbated while imagining the feeling of hard, warm muscles against her naked chest. But, she would never admit having done that, even to her best friend, Megan.

"Anyway," said June, "here we are on a sunny Saturday afternoon sitting in my room. Have you noticed that NO guys have called, not even dumb Ronny Thompson? We don't have dates... ever! We are so pathetic."

June sighed aloud just as she had done a hundred times before. Megan ignored June's despondency.

"He might not be the sharpest knife in the drawer, but not only does Ronny have a cute little ass, but have you noticed the bulge in his tight jeans... oh god, his bulge is the biggest!" moaned Megan. "I bet he is hung like mule!"

"Euww, gross!" June threw a stuffed animal across the room at Megan's head.

June and Megan, both 16, had just finished their sophomore year at Kennedy High School. They were best friends mainly because they were such opposites. Megan was skinny, outgoing, often sloppy, and somewhat of a tomboy. She had a mouth that rarely stopped talking, a smile as big as Julia Roberts, and an imagination that was as wild as the hormones coursing through her adolescent body.

June was tall and voluptuous, a fact that she tried hard to cover up always. She was painfully shy, very prime and proper, and always feminine. Neither of the two girls was among the popular group at school. Both made straight A's, not only because they were smart, but also because they really had little else to do.

"I love my room," said June trying to change the subject. "It is so sunny and bright. Plus, having the only two-story house on the street is great. You can see practically the entire neighborhood from up here. And, in two directions, too." June gazed out her windows. The next door neighbor's large yard and house could be seen through one window and her own backyard and the alleyway beyond it provided the view out the other window. Across the alley, June could see weird Mrs. Grogan's back yard and house. Mature trees were scattered around the landscape. It was a nice neighborhood in a nice quiet little town.

"Yeah, great view of the dumpsters in the alley, June," Megan said just to be argumentative.

June was about to respond when movement outside caught her eye.

"Hey, Jeff Cooper is coming down the alley," reported June. "He looks like he is sneaking up on someone. I wonder what he is up to?"

"So? He lives down the street and it is a free country, speaking of cute guys," replied Megan. She now had turned over and was engrossed in the latest fashion magazine.

"He is going behind the garbage dumpster. He is up to something, I just know it." June stood on a step stool and pressed her face to the window trying to get a better view.

Just then Helen Grogan appeared in her backyard which was surrounded by a high wooden fence.

Helen Grogan was somewhat a neighborhood mystery. She kept to herself most of the time. The rumor was that her husband had been killed in some war, but no one knew if that was really true. She was a statuesque, very voluptuous woman in her 30's who always turned heads in the grocery store or the few other places that she frequented around town. She had dark, closely cropped hair that she fixed simply, an enigmatic smile, and a firm, athletic body. In a small town, any single, older woman as pretty as Helen was the object of all sorts of fantasies among the male population. Helen certainly was not the exception here.

"Mrs. Grogan just came out... and she is wearing a very tiny bikini. She must out for some sunbathing. Oh, shit! Megan, that's why Jeff Cooper is hiding behind the dumpster! He is peeping on Mrs. Grogan. Gross! How perverted!" The venomous word seemed to spit from June's mouth.

With that enticing news, Megan tossed aside the magazine and sprang to the window.

"Where is Jeff hiding?" said Megan.

"There... he went between the dumpster and the fence. You can't see him because of that big tree."

"Holy shit, like I bet he is jacking off back there," screeched Megan.

"My god, you are the grossest, Megan."

"Go get your Dad's binoculars and let's climb out on the roof so we can get a better look!" Megan's eyes were wide and her nostrils were flared. "Jesus, Mrs. Grogan has big tits!"

"Megan, you are disgusting!"

"Just get the binoculars," said Megan.

Down in the alleyway, Jeff Cooper had found his favorite peeping spot, a place he had discovered quite by accident earlier in the summer. Now he knew Mrs. Grogan's schedule by heart. Today it was hot and sunny, so that could mean only one thing: Mrs. Grogan would be sunbathing.

Jeff also knew Mrs. Grogan's secret for keeping her youthful figure. She worked out in her den to a Jane Fonda video almost every evening. On Saturdays, when the weather cooperated, she liked to sunbathe in her backyard and then workout. Jeff loved to watch her in her tight leotard bending and stretching in front of her television, but his favorite moments came on those sunny, hot Saturdays.

Choosing their route carefully, Megan and June slid out a second floor window on the opposite side of the house and slowly crept behind the rooftop until they reached the opposite end. The tall pitch of the roof covered their movement. Stealthily, they moved up and over to the roofline that ran perpendicular to the roof along which they had just climbed. A space near a dormer on the other roof offered them a perfect spot for peeking undetected into the alley. The two teens slowly peered over the shingled edge and there, between the dumpster and the fence, hidden by some shrubbery and a big shade tree, but clearly visible to the girls from their lofty perch, was Jeff Cooper peeking through a knothole.

"That pervert," whispered June.

"Check out Mrs. Grogan," mouthed Megan.

While the girls' attention was focussed on Jeff, Helen Grogan had begun her Saturday tanning ritual. She reclined facing mostly away from the girls, but toward Jeff, on a beach chair. She wore a bright blue bikini with tiny strings that tied on top of each shoulder and at each hip. At the moment, she was rubbing oil over her smooth, tanned skin. To apply oil to her shoulders, she had slid the shoulder strings down to her arms. Without the strings to hold her top in place, gravity did its marvelous work and one breast came free from its tiny cloth cup.

Jeff became visibly agitated at the sight.

"Oh my god, Jeff can see her naked boob," said Megan frantically trying to focus the binoculars.

Helen's breast was shaped a bit like a miniature ski jump with a tiny pink nipple at the upturned tip. When she rubbed oil on the exposed breast, all three peepers could see her nipple protrude even from their distant vantage points. Her hand lingered on her breast and she closed her eyes while she rubbed the oil deeply into her skin.

Jeff had seen Helen sunbathing several times, but he had never before seen a naked breast in the process. His cock sprang to attention and demanded that he give it an open-air stroke. Feverishly he unzipped his pants and fumbled to free his hardening cock.

"I told you so. He is going to pull his dick out and jack off right now!" proclaimed Megan triumphantly.

"No," replied unbelieving June. "You have to be kidding! He wouldn't."

June grabbed the binoculars and zeroed in on Jeff's fumbling hands. Suddenly, he freed his cock, now angry and red, and began to stroke it up and down. June couldn't believe her eyes. She had never seen a penis in real life. The pictures in biology class clearly did not do justice to the organ either. With the binoculars, June could see almost every vein.

It's actually beautiful, she thought. Suddenly, a pang of guilt for such a thought swept over her.

"Not so gross after all, huh?" whispered Megan.

"I am certainly not looking at his... that... thing!" said June.

"Yeah, right," responded Megan.

Mrs. Grogan looked from side to side as if she was double-checking her privacy. Then she reached behind her back, untied her top, and tossed it to the ground beside her. She began to anoint her other perky breast with oil. The girls excitedly poked each other at the new revelation; both their jaws dropped in shock.

Nearing his climax, Jeff leaned back against the metal garbage container and stroked his cock faster. All at once to everyone's surprise, the sheet metal dumpster gave in slightly where Jeff leaned against it.

"BOING!" The dumpster rang out like a steel drum from Trinidad shot by a cannon.

Jeff froze, then quickly peered through the hole in the fence. Mrs. Grogan was staring in his general direction with one arm covering both breasts. Jeff was about to run away when he saw her shrug, adjust the towel on the back of her lounge chair, and lean back against it. Her large breasts pointed up at the sky. Slowly, she continued to anoint herself by rubbing her hands in circles over her erect nipples.

Jeff relaxed a bit and began to play with his now flaccid cock. The scare had taken the lead out of his pencil completely.

"I think Jeff almost got caught," said Megan taking her turn with the field glasses.

"Let's make sure that we don't get caught too," warned June. "I would die if anyone knew we were peeping..."

June's sentence trailed off as she watched Helen Grogan slowly move one hand down her body gently massaging her abdomen with shiny oil-covered fingers. After a moment's hesitation, Helen's hand made its way underneath her bikini bottom. June sat wide-eyed while the older woman began to press her hand between her legs. The blue bikini bulged here and there as she massaged her special place.

"Holy shit," said Megan, "she doing herself!"

And, sure enough she was. One of Helen's hands moved from breast to breast pinching her nipples, while the other hand continued its magic work under the cover of her tiny bikini bottom.

Jeff watched the same scene unfold. My lucky day, he thought. His cock sprang back to life and he began to stroke it hard. The two girls had difficulty choosing which masturbater to watch.

"Oh god, like... that is so hot," whispered Megan.

"Yes," muttered June, "it is."

Before June's guttural response could register with Megan, the metal container rang out again by returning to its original position. The loud "Boing" echoed through the neighborhood. Helen sat up and looked again in Jeff's direction. She paused for a very long moment. Then, as if on cue, the phone in her house began to ring. Helen grabbed her top, but did not put it on. Instead, she simply walked into her house. Her tits bounced gently as she walked. The voyeurs watched her disappear through the back door and reappear in her den's window. She stood at the window conversing on the phone... topless! Idly she rubbed her hands across her breasts as she spoke.

The sight was more than Jeff could handle. He pushed himself over the orgasmic brink and shot a shower of sperm on the fence in front of him in full view of the two curious teen girls. He spurted again and again. June drank in every moment through the powerful binoculars.

Jeff wiped his cock with a handkerchief, adjusted it into his pants, and zipped back up. He paused to take one final look through the hole in the fence hoping to catch one last glimpse of his goddess. But alas, she had disappeared from view. Somewhat dejected, he started to make my way from behind the trash container when a voice rang out.

"Jeff Cooper, is that you back there?"

"Shit," said Megan pulling June down behind the roofline. "Mrs. Grogan is in the alley!"

June froze. Her heart began to pound furiously. Megan slowly peeked over the edge. There stood Helen Grogan, wearing in a beach cover-up and a very dark scowl. She was trying to look around the edge of the container.

"What are you doing back there?" she said.

The girls listened intently for Jeff's response.

"Nothing, Mrs. Grogan," he croaked. "Uh... my dog... ah... got out... and I thought he was back... ah... here... lost... back... ah... behind here." Jeff looked at the older woman trying to determine if she was buying his quickly contrived story.

"How long have you been back there?" Mrs. Grogan's face eased a bit, but still she appeared concerned.

"Oh, just this minute," I said. "Practically no time. No time at all." As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Jeff knew that he had answered a little too hastily.

"Well... you look like you're about to parch. Sweat is dripping off your chin. Come inside and I'll fix you something to drink... if you want." Mrs. Grogan looked Jeff up and down as she motioned him out from behind the container.

"Yes ma'am... ah... sure, that would be nice," Jeff stammered.

"Unless you think he won't be able to get back home," she said.

"Who?" said Jeff.

"Your dog!" Helen replied with raised eyebrows.

"Oh... ah... yeah." Jeff's heart was pounding so hard he thought he might be near death. Surely, Mrs. Grogan could hear, or even see, the pounding in his chest, he thought. "He'll be ok, I guess."

"Then come inside," Helen answered and strolled away.

Dusk began to descend on the town.

Chapter 2

Jeff followed after Helen like a puppy. He could see the bottom of Helen's swimsuit peeking out from underneath her cover-up. Her beautiful ass moved from side to side in the most delectable way as she walked. He followed after her with his eyes fixed on her firm buttocks. When he reached her door, Helen caught Jeff's reflection in the glass. Jeff realized this too late, but quickly averted his eyes anyway. To his relief, Helen turned and simply smiled.

"Come in where it's air conditioned," she said.

"Mother-fucker, she took him inside her house," blurted Megan. "I have never seen anyone go inside Mrs. Grogan's house. No one! She knew he was hiding back there. I wonder if she knew all along. Oh... my... god, I bet she knew all along. She showed her boobs to him on purpose! I just know she did!"

Megan paused as if to let her tirade sink in. A puzzled look came over her face.

"Why did she take him inside?" Megan wondered. Suddenly her excitement returned. "June, we have to see inside Mrs. Grogan's house... now."

Megan climbed back above the roofline and focused the binoculars on the windows along the back of Helen Grogan's house. No one was in sight.

"I can't see anything from here, except in her den," sighed Megan. "They are not in there." She followed the line of windows across the back of the house until a large tree blocked her view. "Damn, I can't see anything on the right side because of that big tree."

June could almost see the idea light appear over Megan's head. To June, that look most often spelled trouble.

"I have an idea. We slip over there and can climb up in the big oak tree by Mrs. Grogan's carport. I'll bet we can see right in her kitchen from there and we'll be hidden at the same time." Megan grabbed June and pulled her back along the roof toward the open window.

"Wait! No way! Climb a tree? What are you thinking, Megan? I am no good at climbing trees and if we got caught, god, I would just die... not to mention that my parents would send me to Siberia," pled June.

"That tree probably isn't even on her property. I think it is on the Williams' property next door. Anyway, we are just a couple of kids out climbing trees. Right? That's not against the law, is it?"

"Aren't we a little old for being just a couple of tree-climbing kids?" questioned June. Her words fell on deaf ears. Megan already was climbing back through the window.

In her kitchen, Jeff found himself alone with Helen Grogan, the most mysterious, intriguing woman in the neighborhood. He almost needed to pinch himself in order to believe this indeed was happening. She moved around the kitchen wearing her very short cover-up that exposed her long, tanned legs. Her body mesmerized Jeff.

"It is so hot out. Feels better in here." Helen placed a Coke on the table in front of Jeff. He touched the glass to his lips. Just as he took a small sip, Helen removed her cover-up and blotted the sweat from her face and neck with it. Jeff began to choke.

"To strong for you?" Helen laughed.

Helen continued to enjoy her little joke as she took a seat across the table from Jeff. Now she wore only her blue string bikini and a big smile. Jeff couldn't help stealing a glance at her breasts. Despite being covered in soft blue fabric, they were much more beautiful at close range. Each round top had little freckles all over it.

Fearing discovery, Jeff tore his eyes away from Helen's marvelous orbs and looked up just in time to see Helen's full lips begin to enclose the straw in her glass. The erotic way her lips moved had a profound effect on Jeff. His hands began to shake and a chill ran through him.

Meanwhile, the two teenage girls, like secret agents on a mission, crept across the alley and sought a point of accent into the giant oak that grew near Mrs. Grogan's fence. The twilight helped hide their movements.

"I cannot fucking believe we are doing this... in broad daylight!" moaned June. From where she stood the tree looked formidable. Her impulse was to simply run away.

"It isn't broad daylight. Now just stay on the side of the tree away from Mrs. Grogan's windows until you get up in the thick leaves," said Megan.

She cupped her hands into a cradle shape in order to boost June to a low hanging branch. After a great effort complete with skinned hands and shins, both girls made their way up into the tree's thick foliage. Silently they climbed until, by peering over one last thick V in the sturdy trunk, they gazed directly into Helen Grogan's kitchen. There at the table sat Helen, her back to the girls. A wide-eyed Jeff Cooper sat across the table.

"This is great," whispered Megan. "We can see everything from here."

June struggled to find as comfortable a position as she could between two limbs. The tree's massive trunk shielded her from Helen and Jeff's view. Her head barely showed over a large side limb covered with leaves.

At least I am in a spot where being seen is unlikely, June thought. She focused her binoculars on the pair in the kitchen. This time, the lens brought images extremely close. She could see the beads of sweat popping out on Jeff Cooper's brow.

"Now Jeff, tell me the truth." Helen looked at the young man with piercing eyes. "Are you sure that you were looking for your dog out there? Or were you looking..."

Jeff felt his heart begin to move up into his throat.

"... at me."

"No ma'am. I... ah... I..." He couldn't get the words to come out.

"You can tell me the truth, Jeff. Actually, I am kind of flattered. But, peeping at someone, especially when they don't know it, is pretty naughty. A person might do things that are kind of private." She paused as if to gage his reaction.

"No, ma'am. You've got it all wrong," Jeff stammered.

"Now, Jeff. Tell the truth. It will be just between you and me," Helen said reassuringly.

Jeff thought suddenly that he might faint or throw up... or both. Instead, he just looked down at the glass of Coke. Tiny brown dots popped from bubbles on the surface and landed on the side of the glass.

"I think you were watching me," said Helen in almost a whisper, "weren't you? I'm sure that this needs to be our little secret because I think you saw me... well, let's just say, we caught each other in very private moments."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Grogan. I won't ever do it again. I promise." He hoped that pleading without actually admitting guilt would get him out of there as soon as possible.

"Did you enjoy looking at me, Jeff?" Helen asked.

His heart began to pound again. His mouth was dry as cotton. He was sweating profusely in the cool air-conditioned kitchen.

"You saw me naked, didn't you, Jeff?"

"No... ah... yes... please, Mrs. Grogan. I'm really sorry."

"You saw other... mmm... things, didn't you, Jeff? You'll be able to keep our secret, won't you, Jeff? You won't tell your friends about what you saw, will you? In return, I won't tell your parents about your secret hiding place behind my fence. A deal?"

"Oh, yes, ma'am. I mean, no. I mean, I won't tell anyone. Please don't tell my folks."

Obviously she knew everything. Jeff's face turned bright red. He could feel the heat burning in his cheeks. He stared at his glass hoping his despair was not obvious.

"Did it make you hard when you saw me, Jeff?"

Jeff gasped and involuntarily looked up at Helen. A mischievous smile flickered across her face.

"You saw my breasts, didn't you? Did looking at them make your cock grow hard? Do you like my breasts, Jeff? Did you like watching me rub oil on my nipples?"

Jeff couldn't believe his ears. He had no idea how to respond. He vainly tried to say, yes, but the words just stuck in his throat.

"Would you like to see them again, Jeff? Can I trust you, Jeff? Can you remember that this is our secret." Each time Helen repeated his name, Jeff cringed. He could feel her looking right though him. Her eyes were wide and her nostrils flared as she spoke.

Words still would not come, so Jeff just nodded his head, yes.

"You would? I thought so, Jeff. You are a most handsome young man, you know. You don't need to peep at girls. They will show you what you want to see... I promise that is true... and they will want you to do much, much more, Jeff. Did you know that?"

Jeff looked up and was about to attempt an answer. Instead, his mouth dropped open as a result of intense shock. The once mysterious Helen Grogan had untied her bikini top and let it fall to the table in front of her. Jeff's eyes bulged. Two teardrop-shaped breasts were inches from him, each with a tiny, pink, hard nipple at the tip. Tan lines cut their way across each breast. Above the line was dark and freckled; below was milky white. Jeff could do nothing but stare. Neither could the two girls watching from the tree outside.

"She took off her top... Jesus, she took off her top!" whispered Megan. "I knew she was up to something by inviting him inside. She is seducing him."

"Holy shit," muttered June. The scene unfolding inside seemed like a surreal dream.

"I wish we could hear what they are saying," groaned Megan. It was her turn with the binoculars and she zoomed in on Jeff's startled expression.

"Our secret, remember, Jeff?" cooed Helen. "I get so lonely, Jeff. I couldn't help what you saw me doing out in the yard. It is not easy living alone. Do you understand, Jeff? I got carried away. You understand, don't you?"

Helen slowly arose from the table and made her way around to the still slack-jawed young man. She came to a stop beside him. Her two beautiful breasts were just above his eye level.

"How old are you, Jeff?"

"Seventeen, almost seventeen... next month," he squeaked.

"You look very mature for your age. And, I believe that you are old enough to keep a secret, aren't you?" Her breasts gently moved when she spoke.

"Yes, yes, ma'am," he blurted. His eyes were riveted to her round mounds.

"You do like my breasts, don't you, Jeff? Would you like to touch them? Maybe even kiss them?"

She moved her luscious globes closer and closer to Jeff's face. He could smell the tanning oil on her skin.