Well, I’m a fifteen-year-old virgin guy. You would do the very same thing, right? Our neighbour, Cheryl, a pretty, blond college student, often sunned in a vanishingly small bikini out back by her parents’ swimming pool. She would lay there, in the hot sun, shiny with oils and work on her delicious tan.

I know, I know, you wouldn’t look, right? You wouldn’t take a peek. Sure, and you wouldn’t pick up a hundred-dollar bill off the ground, either. Right.

I sure did. No, not the hundred-dollar bill, Cheryl. In her bikini. Yes, she looked very good. Kind of short, medium-length blond hair, nice figure with, oh, I don’t know all the boob sizes. Let’s just say, they look just right, um, like half a grapefruit, maybe. But sure, sexier than grapefruits. Oh, yeah.

So, I would always take a look out our kitchen window when the weather is nice, and this particular summer day, she was stretched out on a chaise, wearing her tiny red bikini.

Whenever I spot her outside, I try to sneak out the back door and over to their fence where I peek over a slat that is a little shorter than the others and see what I can see. In the last month or so, I have started jacking off as I watch her through the fence; it’s even better than my stash of Playboys, she really is beautiful, and she’s right here in front of me in the flesh, with all the appropriate smells that are not printing ink.

So, I stood there with my eye at the fence trying to imagine what Cheryl might look like naked, without those small bits of cloth covering her nipples and pussy. And, yes, I was stroking myself pleasurably as I watched and dreamed. I could feel my cum rising and closed my eyes as the tingle began to spread, oh, yes, mmm, this just felt so good.

Right before I ejaculated, I opened my eyes and, I was surprised to see Cheryl right there peeking over the fence watching me with a highly amused look in her eyes. She must have gotten up and seen the top of my head, then came over to the fence and looked.

I was mortified. I immediately ducked down in a crouch trying to shield my dick from sight, hoping against all odds that she wouldn’t be angry and tell my parents.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Robbie, I don’t mind you looking. Why don’t you come over? I’d like to talk with you about something.”

My jaw dropped. That couldn’t be what she said. Girls usually took every chance to embarrass a guy and gain the upper hand on him. But the tone of her voice sounded not angry at all.

I got myself zipped up. I was so embarrassed, but she seemed all normal-like, so I went round and into her yard and stood like an idiot, not knowing what kind of humiliation ritual she had in mind for me.

She sat back down on her chaise and patted the cushion next to her.

“Don’t just stand there like that, come, sit next to me.”

I was still apprehensive, but when a beautiful girl like her invites you to her side, it’s hard to say no.

“Robbie, you have a very nice-sized dick for a young guy. How old are you?”

“Fifteen,” I squeaked out.

“Mmm, yes, nice. Now don’t rub it until I get back,” and she got up and went into her house.

I just sat there like the dumb idiot that I was for jerking off while watching her without taking any precautions against getting caught. I was just standing there like a retard jerking my cock in plain sight.

When she came out, she had a couple of towels and a tube of some sort.

“Take your shorts and briefs off, Robbie, and lie down on the chaise lounge.”

I wasn’t exactly sure where this was all going, but I figured that if a pretty girl is asking me to take my pants off and lie down, I’d be crazy not to do it; and cooperation usually led to less anger and punishment.