“Stephen you’re such a jack-ass,” I yelled as my head came back above the water. Stephen, my best friend’s brother had just pushed me in the pool clothes and all.
He stood above me at the edge of the pool and said, “Well Leigh, you’re a bitch.” Then he walked off.
Stephen behaves like a 13 year old trapped in a hot, 19 year olds body. I’ve caught myself a time or two checking out his form. He has always had the looks but never the maturity to go with them. I’ve know Stephen my whole life because his sister Megan is my best friend. He’s only two years younger than us and I remember how he would follow us around, torturing us with no mercy; overall he was a good kid though.
Megan walked up behind Stephen and slapped him in the back of the head. “Stop being a jerk…” She told him, walking over to help pull me out of the pool. “…And leave my friends alone,” she added.
“Thanks Meg,” I said as I grabbed a towel from the pool side chair. I protested, punching my open hand with my fist, “One of these days I’m really gonna give it to him!”
“Ha, the little brat deserves it.” She laughed as she gathered her books. Megan was a full time college student. We usually spent our Friday nights together, but this semester she was taking extra classes to graduate early.
“Leigh, are you sure you’ll be alright here?” she asked.
“Yeah, I will be fine,” I replied. Megan was leaving for school and would be gone a few hours; I guess she felt bad about leaving me. I waved goodbye to her as she went out the door.
My parents went out of town almost every weekend, so I spent all my weekends with Megan. This weekend was a little different. Aside from Megan being at school, her parents were out of town with mine; this left Stephen and I alone. We’ve been alone plenty of times before and it gave me no concern. Stephen and I actually got along better when no one was around. I guess we just had an understanding.
I headed in the house to Megan’s room and pushed the door closed with my foot. I looked down to grab my bag and I noticed it was turned over, my close strewn around. I picked it up and started digging through my stuff for my shorts and t-shirt. I found everything I needed but my pink underwear. On my knees I pawed around under the bed for the missing panties and looked around the floor. I couldn’t find them and grabbed a different pair instead; I figured I had forgotten to pack them.
I stood in front of the full length mirror and stripped my wet clothes. I admired my body, gently rubbing my pale skin from breasts to hips. For a moment I stood with my hands on my hips posing a little; I even leaned my head back slightly to allow my dirty blonde hair to rub the tops of my round ass cheeks. I thought my perky C cup tits with light pink buds were nice, and my hips had just the right amount of “plump”. I rubbed my hand over the small blonde patch of hair on my mound and hummed. My attention was abruptly diverted to a loud creaking noise behind me.
I tried to cover myself as I spun around, just catching the bedroom door as it moved slightly. “Hello,” I said loudly as I walked towards the door. “Is anyone there? Stephen is that you?” I called out. I began to feel a little freaked out, so I threw on my clothes on quickly and headed into the living room.
“Um Leigh, did you call me?” Stephen asked like he was nervous, staring down at the floor playing with the drawstrings on his shorts.
“Yeah I did,” I said. “But it was nothing,” I added wondering why he was so fidgety.
“Um, well, um, do you want to watch some TV with me?” he asked. Stephen was acting as if we’d never been alone before and I realized he had been spying on me.
I smiled at him and ran to the couch to grab the remote before he could. Stephen jumped on the couch next to me and tried to wrestle the remote from my hands. I brought the remote to my chest trying to protect it and when he tried to grab it he got a handful of boob instead. Stephen jumped up and looked at me.
“Leigh, um, I’m sorry,” he said with sincerity in his voice. “I would never…”
I cut him off and patted his leg. “Hey, don’t worry about it,” I told him in a comforting tone. “I know you were watching me in the bedroom,” I added; I was actually turned on by the thought of him watching me.
Stephen’s eyes got wide and he said, “No, I didn’t know you were in there!” He looked at my face realizing that I wasn’t buying his story. He sighed and admitted he had been peeping. “I can’t help it, you’re very sexy,” he said shyly.
“How long has this been going on?” I asked.
“A few months,” he said, sliding back away from me; I am sure he thought I was going to slug him.
I laughed to myself and looked at Stephen. I let the idea of teasing him dance around my head. Like I said Stephen is sexy, just immature. I knew for a fact that he was having sex and I had heard good things about his performances; I didn’t make a habit of discussing these details, but news does travel. I reached over and grabbed Stephens’s hand, placing it on my upper thigh; I wanted to see him squirm.
Stephen stuttered as he said, “WH-What are you doing?”
I fluttered my eyes and told him, “Giving you what you want.”
I stood up in front of him and slowly began to take my clothes off, dancing a little as I did.