The alarm clock woke me early Saturday morning, wrenching me from a delicious dream. I cursed the beeping monster and my bright idea to keep it on the other side of my loft bedroom. Each shrill was a mocking cackle, reminding me that I had been so close to the dreamy climax I would never now reach.

Rolling out of bed, I could feel my wetness drip down my legs. My inner thighs gliding slickly against one another as I crossed the floor to turn off my alarm clock. When it was mercifully silenced, I immediately plunged my hand down my shorts to feel the slick, puffy lips of my pussy. A jolt of pleasure took me by surprise, and I laughed to myself, scooping the excess juice into my cupped hand.

This would not do. I couldn't go on my morning run lamenting the elusive peak of my pleasure. If I was efficient enough – and testing myself by brushing my clit, I definitely thought I could be – I would finish in time to squeeze in a five kilometer run before going to work.

Without wasting another moment, I grabbed my hairbrush from my dresser and ran up the stairs leading to the roof deck. This was my favorite spot for many reasons, one of which being that I could touch myself with even more privacy than in my bedroom while still feeling the false-danger that I could be seen.

We weren't the only house with a deck on the block, but ours was the only one this high above ground. The house next door did have a tiny attic room with a window at the same height which might have caused some concern had the house not been empty for the past year.

I threw myself in one of the Adirondack chairs, yanking my shorts down. As soon as I touched the tip of my finger to my clit, it began to throb. Apparently I had been closer to coming in my sleep than I had thought.

I circled my nub slowly, building up a little fire inside me. With my other hand, I rested my hairbrush on the arm of the chair and pushed up underneath my cami to grasp my braless breast. I massaged it slowly and firmly at first, keeping pace with my other hand, before catching my hardened nipple between my thumb and forefinger. For every circle of my clit, I gave my nipple a tweak, then began to alternate between breasts.

I could feel my body getting ready to give way, the walls of my pussy swelling against each other. Taking the brush back up in my hand, I paused my teasing assault on my clit long enough to run the ridged handle up and down my lips, coating it in wetness. When it was sufficiently glazed, I sunk it slowly into my hungry hole, moaning softly at the pressure it created.

I went back to rubbing my clit and felt myself close even tighter around the hilt. Slowly, I began to dip the brush in and out of my trembling pussy. The sensation of finality was lurking, and I increased my pace with both hands, one buffing, the other sawing furiously.

A dense wave built up at my clit and crashed down around the walls of my cunt, causing them to shudder against the handle buried deep inside me. I wiggled it as I rode my orgasm out, letting out a long, contented sigh. I continued to stroke my swollen nub until it was painfully sensitive, sending a tremor down my legs.

When I couldn't take any more, I dropped my hands heavily on my belly and waited for my body to calm. My tiny biceps twitched now and again, my pussy clenching with the same regularity, but my legs continued to tremble gently. Finally, a particularly firm contraction shot the brush out of my slick hole and it skidded a few feet across the deck. I ran my hands down my stomach towards my sex to see how swollen it had gotten before stroking them down my legs. They jumped under my initial touch but settled down soon after.

Slowly, I began to get to my feet when I heard a slamming noise coming from my right. I bolted upright, looking for the source, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. I thought it must have been a window closing in the house on the other side of the vacant one. It was quite early for the neighborhood to be awake, but if I was up, surely others were as well.

In fact, my Mom should have been waking up any moment. The sun was rising over the ocean, scattering sparkles over its waves. I smiled lazily, both content with the afterglow of my orgasm and in awe of the sight before me. Maybe I should have started my days this way more often.

I heard a familiar bell ring faintly from downstairs, wrenching me from the moment. It must have been Mom, I thought, announcing herself at the bottom of the stairs. My bedroom loft had no door, so Daddy had installed a nice, loud bell at the foot of the stairs since there was nothing loud enough to knock on.

Any other seventeen-year-old girl might have flew into a rage if their mother had been calling on them at 7:30 on a Saturday morning, but my Mom knew better. She knew – or rather thought – I was out on my run right now, so her precaution was probably more out of habit, knowing she wouldn't receive an answer from me. Still, what reason would my Mom have to come into my room if not to see me?

I pressed my ear to the keyhole, hoping I could hear her footsteps. They were just loud enough for me to hear them come up the first set of stairs to my bedroom loft. With a start, I realized she might have been coming up to the roof since the only way to access it was from my floor. I struggled with the decision to throw my shorts back on or to continue listening.

In the end, I hesitated long enough to hear her retreating steps down to the floor beneath my bedroom. I exhaled in relief, slumping against the door. I couldn't even begin to think how I might explain my current position to her.

I waited a while longer before pulling my shorts back on and descending to my loft. My curiosity was temporarily satisfied when I saw a large, glossy envelope lying on my bed. I knew it was from one of the colleges I had applied to. I picked it up and went back to the roof, my heart hammering with anticipation.

I had applied to several elite colleges and a couple standard ones, thinking I was setting my bar way too high. To my surprise, I had received acceptance letters from all of them but one – the one I was holding in my hand.

My fingers trembled as I tore at the envelope, extracting what was clearly a “welcome” package. The “congratulations” letter only confirmed my suspicions; I got in.

“Fuck!” I yelled, dropping the letter forcefully on the floor. “Now what the hell do I do?”

“Didn't get in?”

I jumped right out of my skin and to my feet, spinning towards the empty house next to mine. Only it wasn't empty.

The first thing I noticed about him was his dark, shaggy hair. It stood up in all directions, and fell into his eyes. Next I realized that he was leaning out the window of the attic, a thin, chiseled face resting on a pair of sinewy forearms. Although I couldn't see his eyes, his crooked smile was enough to prove he was amused at my reaction.

“No,” I said a little breathlessly, pushing my hair back from my face which was growing hotter by the second. “It’s not that.”

The boy raised his head, and brushed his own locks out of his green eyes before cocking an interested eyebrow. “Enlighten me, then.”

I walked hesitantly towards him, my arms self-consciously folded over my alarmed nipples. “I got into every college I applied to, even the Ivy-League ones, but I have no idea which one I want to go to, let alone what I want to study.”

I had always known my next step in life since I was a child, and facing this uncertain future had me terrified.

The boy laughed softly, and I saw that his narrow eyes nearly closed to slits when he smiled. “All work and no play finally failed you, huh?” There was just enough of his pupil showing that I could see his eyes dart down my body before resting back on my face. “Well, not no play…”

I blushed feverishly, my heart picking back up almost as furiously as when he had first scared me. Had he seen me earlier?

“What’s your name?” he asked me, his face relaxing from its sharp, all-knowing appearance.

“Nora,” I said. “Nora Sacco.” I had the wild idea that I should stretch across this banister and shake his hand through the window, but I abstained.

“Nora Sacco,” he drawled, a smile twisting his lips. “Pleased to meet you. My name is Levi Harper.”

I was glad he had introduced himself. I was in no state of mind to have asked his name.

“Pleasure,” I said a little too formally for the position we were in, bowing my head with the same grace.

The smile on Levi’s face stretched even wider as if he were enjoying a private joke. “Is it, Nora?” the way he said my name, drawing out the rumbling “r” and sighing the “a”, stirred something in me and made my head feel lighter than it already was.

I smiled a little sheepishly. “Yes…” I said coyly.

Levi cocked his head. “Then why don’t I come over and increase that pleasure?” His casual words sent a bolt of arousal shooting through me, but he seemed to have meant nothing by it.

Well, that wasn't entirely true, because he began to climb out his window.

“Levi!” I cried, “What are you doing?”

He heaved himself smoothly out his window, standing on his steeply-angled roof.

“I’m going to jump over there,” he said simply.

I let out a sound of incredulity. The edge of his roof and mine were about five feet apart. “You won’t make it!”

“Not with that attitude,” he said, glaring at me.

I barely had time to register his tall, lean body before he sprang off the roof, soaring across the gap, and landing on the outside-edge of the deck in a crouch, hands on the railing. He looked so much like a monkey that I nearly burst out laughing hysterically.

Levi extended his legs and swung easily over the partition between us. “Made it,” he said with an easy smile.

Before I could stop myself, I was hugging him tightly to me, half laughing, half sobbing. “Jesus Christ, you wild buffoon!” A sweet smell clung to his shirt, green and pungent. I wasn't quite sure, but I thought it might be marijuana.

“I've been called worse,” Levi said, a smile in his voice.

I pulled away in embarrassment, folding my arms over my chest, pushing back the nipples that strained more than ever.

Levi smiled down at me. “You’re even smaller up close,” he said.

I was in fact quite petite at five feet tall with a tiny waist. I even had a round face and large blue eyes that made me look younger than I was. Mom often said I kept my silky, black hair too long for my height, but I liked the way it tickled the small of my back when it was exposed. Daddy called me “baby doll” because of how small and dainty I looked.

I thought my breasts to be proportional to my size, however my ass was a different story. As a lifeguard at the beach, I had to work hard to keep my body strong despite its size. Regular squats had developed my already plump tush into a solid, bulbous quarter-bouncing booty.

“How’d you do that?” I asked Levi, trying to get him to lift his probing gaze.

Levi shrugged. “I did it all the time in New York,” he told me.

“City? Did you just move in from there?” I asked, and he nodded with a smile. “What, do you parkour or something?” I had seen videos of parkouring on the internet; people scaling buildings, doing back-flips off of roofs, and other insane stunts.

“Or something,” he said, smiling even wider. He strolled past me and sat in the chair I had been pleasuring myself in earlier. The thought made my blood run hot.

“So, about your problem,” Levi said, leaning back in the chair. “Why don’t you join me, and I’ll tell you what I think.”

I was curious about what this bold boy had in mind. I sat in the chair next to him and waited for him to speak.

“Correct me if I’m wrong,” Levi said. “I know you don’t know where you want to go, or what you want to do.”

I nodded, urging him to continue.

“It seems to me you don’t know much about yourself.” Levi paused, but I said nothing. I didn't even move. He continued, "You probably filled most of your time with school and work.” His eyes trailed down my taught body and he smiled again. “And clearly exercise. But do you do anything for yourself?”

“I surf,” I said, and added bashfully, “and sing a little. But what can I possibly do with that?”

“You can do more of it,” Levi said. “Do you absolutely need a job?”

“Yes,” I said. “I’m paying for my own tuition.”

“Yeesh," he grimaced. “And at an Ivy League school?” Levi shook his head. “Alright, so you need to work. And I know you need to work out.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I snapped, subconsciously unfolding my arms to cover my thighs.

“I mean you are clearly committed to it,” Levi said mildly, as if back-peddling hadn't even crossed his mind.

I relaxed my body a little, resting my arms on the edge of the chair. “I am. I have to for my job. I’m a lifeguard.”

Levi nodded as if this was no surprise to him. “So that leaves school.”

“What about it?” I asked

“Who’s to say you have to go right away?”

I thought I had a snappy answer for him, but when I opened my mouth, I paused. There was no reason why I had to go to college right after graduation. My parents had never been controlling and they definitely would never force me to go to school if I was the one paying.

“Take a year,” Levi said as if reading my mind. “Kick back, enjoy life, and find out everything you can about yourself.”

“But…” I looked down at the envelope lying at Levi’s feet. “I already applied.”

Levi shrugged. “Then defer them.

If you’re as big a catch as you seem, they’ll be doing backflips to keep you happy.”

I couldn't help but smile. Levi thought I was a catch. “Okay,” I said.

He returned me a lazy grin, then cast his eyes on the ground near his feet. He began to bend over, reaching, I thought, for the ‘welcome’ package, but instead he grabbed the hairbrush lying a few inches away from it.

My heart dropped.

I couldn't take my eyes off his slow, deliberate movements as he sat back in his chair and looked at me sideways. “With that out of your way, you’ll have all kinds of time to play.” He lifted the handle of the brush to his nose and inhaled deeply, closing his eyes as if savouring it. He opened his eyes again, and smiled crookedly at me. “Too bad it’s dry,” he said. “I would have liked to taste it.”

I no longer was certain of what was happening to my body. My chest felt hollow and my stomach was twisting wildly. On top of all this, my nipples poked stiffly and painfully against my cami, and my pussy began to dampen, as if getting ready to offer him a taste.

“You-you?” I stammered, trying to find my voice.

Levi laughed softly. “I never thought of using a hairbrush like that, Norrra.”

I groaned involuntarily, parting my thighs just a little. Damn, he was making me hot. Or was that just the sun?

Suddenly, I jerked my head towards the horizon, and saw the sun hovering above it.

“Oh, shit!” I cried, jumping to my feet. “I have to go to work!”

I stared down at him in alarm. How the hell was I going to get him off my roof?

“Don’t worry about me,” Levi said, waving his hand dismissively and standing up himself. “I can jump back.”

The idea made me nervous, but I reminded myself that he was used to scaling buildings.

“You’re worried,” he said, stepping towards me. “That’s sweet.”

“I-”

“When’s your birthday, Norrra?”

I blinked in surprise. “April second,” I said. “Why?”

Levi tilted his head one way then the other, as if pondering something. “No reason,” he said. “That’s very soon.”

“It is,” I said in a shaky voice. I was fully aware that my birthday was in a couple weeks.

“I’ll see you again.” I thought it might have been a question, but it didn't sound like one. I nodded anyways.

He reached up and pinched both my nipples as if it was the most casual thing to do. I moaned as the firm pressure eased their ache. I had never, in my life, let anyone touch me like that, and here I was, thrilled that a perfect stranger was doing it.

Levi dropped his hands and smiled easily. “I have no doubts that you’ll learn quickly how to play, Norrra.” He bent and kissed me amicably on the cheek. “Ciao, darling.”

“Bye,” I said as I watched him turn to go.

He climbed up on the banister, looked back at me with a final, lazy grin, then leaped back home.

As soon as Levi disappeared, I ran down the stairs to my loft, quickly stripped off my clothes, and pulled on my lifeguard uniform. It consisted of a red one-piece swimsuit with the universal white lifeguard cross on the chest, a pair of black trunks, a white tank depicting my position across the shoulders in bold letters, and a waterproof wristwatch. I grabbed my sunglasses from the dresser, slipped on my regulation sandals, and ran down three flights of stairs.

“Bye, baby doll,” my Daddy called after me as I swung out the door. “Have a good day.”

“Bye Daddy!” I called back.

I set a fast pace for my walk to the beach, checking the time every few minutes. I reached the lifeguard lockers with just enough time to braid my hair back from my face and apply sunscreen. I punched in with two minutes to spare at 8:58, then made my way towards my chair.

It wasn't as if my boss was very strict; on the contrary, Noah was rather easy going. Most of the lifeguards were. When I had first taken the job, I had wondered if I was the only one taking it seriously. That was until I had seen Noah save someone’s life.

The day was rather uneventful, and I found my mind pulling to the events of the morning. Despite the strong wind coming off the ocean, I felt myself growing hotter and hotter, and it wasn't entirely due to the sun.

When I was finally relieved of my duty at the end of my shift – thirty minutes late, I might add – I headed straight for the sea, needing to cool myself off. I swam a good distance out, then lay back and let the waves carry me as I took the time to think.

I was supposed to meet up with my friend Loren for dinner and surfing after work, but I couldn't bring myself to stay away from my roof for too long. I decided to head home. I called Loren when I got there, telling her I wasn't feeling well. We had a surf date at dawn on Tuesday anyways, so I knew she wouldn't mind too much.

When I got off the phone, I undid my braid and hopped into the shower, making sure to wash every bit of sand and salt out of all my crevices.

I worked my fingers furiously through my thick hair, wishing the water pressure was better. The showerhead was old, and I had asked Daddy for a new one, but he didn't like to replace things that still worked.

When I finished washing it, I coated my hair generously with conditioner. The wind, sun, and salt water of the South-Florida beach life wreaked havoc on it, and I needed to take good care of it in order to maintain its usual sheen. My slippery fingers reminded me again of the morning, and I couldn't help but trail them down to my pussy.

I thought of Levi’s fingers on my nipples as my own slipped into my hole. I remembered his hot lips on my cheek, my breasts pressed firmly against his solid torso. I was feeling the end rapidly approaching when I thought of Levi holding my hairbrush – my fuck stick. I froze, two of my fingers still inside of me as my pussy shuddered meekly in an awkward, feeble climax.

Levi still had my hairbrush; I was sure of it. He had still had it in his hand when he had grabbed my nipples, but I hadn't paid it much attention until now.

I quickly rinsed my hair, then wrapped myself in a towel before running up to the roof. I looked through Levi’s attic window, but saw nothing. I called his name, but received no reply.

I felt frustrated, but I quickly came up with an idea. I tore one of the pages from the ‘welcome’ booklet still lying on the deck and crumpled it into a compact ball. I went back to the window and threw it at the glass. I could hear the resulting thump from where I stood, but I wondered if Levi would be able to hear it, wherever he was.

I was contemplating throwing another when I saw the window one story below the attic open. I withdrew from the edge of the roof in case it wasn't Levi. Luck was on my side, however, and Levi’s dark head popped out the window, expelling a stream of smoke from his lips.

“Levi!” I called to him, stepping forward.

He looked up me and grinned. “Hey, Norrra,” he said. He held his hand out the window, holding a smoking joint. “Want some?” he asked.

“No,” I said, not entirely truthfully. “I want my hairbrush.”

“You do, huh?” he said, smiling even wider. “What do you plan on doing with it?”

I felt a blush creep into my cheeks and across my chest. “Brush my hair,” I said flatly.

“Hold on,” he said. He put his joint out against the side of the house, then retreated inside, closing the window behind him. I did as he said, and just as I expected, he popped open the attic window.

“Now,” he said. “I’ll give you your brush if you promise to make good use of it soon.”

“I can’t,” I said quickly, then shut my mouth tightly, cursing myself.

“Oh?” Levi looked curious. “Why not?”

My face grew hot and I had a hard time keeping my eyes on him. “Because I just…” I trailed off, then looked down. I noticed I was standing in nothing but my towel in front of him, and I became even more embarrassed.

“Again!” he laughed softly. “Stressful day?”

I hesitated before answering, “No.”

“And you can’t do it again?”

I kept my eyes on my feet and shook my head.

“We’re going to have to work on that,” Levi said evenly.

I snapped my head up to look at him. “Oh we are, are we?” I asked derisively.

Levi nodded, unfazed by my tone.

I sighed and held out my hand as if he could just pass me what I wanted. “So can I have my brush back?”

“Nope,” Levi said with a grin. “Come back when you’re ready to use it.”

He waved at me, then shut the window on my frustrated groan. “But I am ready to use it!” I called after him. “On my hair!”

There was no answer.

“Damn it, Levi,” I muttered, leaving the roof to dress myself in my lounge clothes. I put on a light pair of panties and a bra before stepping into a pair of cotton short-shorts and pulling a tank-top over my head. I left my socks for last – one of many pairs of knee-highs I liked to wear to protect my toes against the cold floor of the house.

When I was done, I went down to my parent’s bathroom and used my Mom’s brush to detangle my hair. I let it hang wet around my shoulders, and descended to the kitchen to fix myself something to eat. Mom and Daddy were out, thinking I had plans too, so I ate dinner alone.

Having already showered, I didn't feel like calling Lauren to see if we could still go surfing. Instead I went up to my bedroom to study. It wasn't long before my mind began to wander back to Levi again. I did my best to push him away, replacing him instead with Hamlet and Ophelia, but he just wouldn't leave me be.

I was frustrated by the pooling of juices between my legs before I realized this was what I was waiting for. Too bashful to just hammer at Levi’s window, I decided I might go up onto the roof to study in hopes that he might show up.

When I got there, I found my freshly-cleaned brush lying on the chair I had been sitting in first thing this morning. I cast a quick look around me, but couldn't see Levi anywhere. Tentatively, I made my way to the attic window, and peered inside. I didn't see him, but that meant nothing. He could come back at any second.

The thought of it excited me even more. I pulled the chair closer to the window and turned it to face the house. I slowly dropped my shorts before taking a seat. I touched my panty-clad pussy, and felt my wetness through the material. I trailed my finger up and down my crevice, riling myself up. I was a little nervous to pull my panties off right away, but this was a good way of working my way towards it.

I quickly forgot my worries, spreading my legs wide and propping my feet up on each of the arm rests. When I resolved to pull my panties off, I looked up at the window and saw Levi watching me. He smiled crookedly and waved. I stared back at him, feeling butterflies fluttering madly in my stomach.

He left the window for a moment, but when he came back, he held a notepad up to the glass.

In dark, bold letters, it read: YOU STARTED WITHOUT ME?

Levi was pouting just a little bit, and it made me laugh. I smiled kittenishly and shrugged. Then, maintaining eye contact with him, I stood up and, very slowly, stripped my panties off. The hungry look on his face made me want to go further, and I proceeded to pull off my top and unclasp my bra. That last piece I dropped from the tips of my fingers at arm’s length before deferring back to my position in the chair, one foot propped up on each arm rest, legs spread wide.

He had a full view of my dripping pussy; in fact, a better one than I had ever had. I closed my eyes and let out a slow, shuddering breath, excitement racing through my blood. I began to run my fingers along my lips, coating them in my juices. I intended on making contact with my clit at the same time as I opened my eyes to see Levi watching me. When I did, I saw a new note pressed to the window.

YOU LOOK BEAUTIFUL, NORA.

Those words worked wonders on me, making my arousal skyrocket.

Levi seemed to have forgotten he was holding the book, so captivated was he by my palpating digits. It began to slip from his fingers as mine slipped between my swollen lips and deep into my sex. I began to work both my hands slowly, but found I was much too horny to hold back. My pace increased, and before I knew it, I was groped for my hairbrush and, having taken a hold of it, slammed the hilt hard and deep into my pussy.

My sudden, self-inflicted penetration made my whole body jerk involuntarily, my hips coming straight up off the chair before slamming back down. Once I had control of my body once more, I resumed the frantic stabbing with my brush, flicking my clit harder than I ever had before. I used the position of my feet as leverage to slam my hips forward with each thrust. The pressure in my loins was built up high, and the flesh beneath my fingers and gripping my brush became ultra-sensitive as I stimulated it.

When I finally had the presence of mind to look up, there was another note waiting for me.

LET ME SEE YOU COME, KNEESOCK NORA.

He saw me come alright. I cried out, my voice breaking. I neglected the movements of my fuck stick, focusing on the assault on my clit. My pussy trembled and clamped on and off the handle while my nub sparkled like a firecracker.

I threw my legs over the arm rests and let my feet dangle. As I looked down at my body, I noticed the parts of my skin that usually contrasted palely against my dark tan were flushed bright red.

In no rush, I withdrew the hilt of my brush from my leaking pussy and inserted it into my mouth. I licked and sucked at it, knowing it was exactly what Levi had wanted to do this morning had he gotten a hold of it soon enough. He wanted to taste me just as I was tasting my own sweet nectar for him to see.

I looked back up at Levi from behind sleepy eyes and gave him a lazy smile. He smiled back, blew me a kiss, and took off, presumably to take care of the business between his own legs.

Eventually, I forced myself to my feet, kicked my clothing down the stairs, and stumbled into bed. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. I proceeded to dream even more delicious dreams than I had had this morning.