Charlene's father had finally allowed her to date. I was a senior in her high school and had been trying to get Charlene to go out with me, but until her sixteenth birthday, Charlene's father wouldn't permit it. She and I started dating the day after her birthday, and for the next several months we were an item.

We weren't actually doing it - she had vowed to keep her virginity, at least, until after she graduated - but she sure wasn't frigid either. In fact, for a high school junior, she was really quite adventurous. She hated wearing bras and although her father would have shit had he known it, she almost always ditched her bra as soon as she got away from the house.

Charlene and I even got naked together. She loved having me play with her bare tits and there were things I liked Charlene doing for me. Sometimes, if we could get alone long enough, we'd even get into a full sixty-nine, but we never did go any further. Early one Saturday evening, I showed up unexpectedly at her house. I had a couple of my buddies, James and Peter, with me. Charlene's mom and dad were both gone until later that night so it was just Charlene and the three of us guys. We were in the den, talking. Charlene was bra-less, wearing one of her father's old dress shirts over a pair of shorts, and although a couple of the buttons had already come undone, James and Peter were pushing Charlene to undo even more. I had no objection to what they were suggesting, but personally, I wasn't going to encourage her. Charlene did undo an extra button, to everyone's delight, but she really captured our attention when she began to tell us about the neighbor over back who had her on camera. "No shit?" I exclaimed, my eyes surely lighting up. "Were you like modeling for him?" "No, he has an internet type camera, mounted on his rooftop," she explained matter-of-factly. "And it is pointed at your backyard?" Peter, one of my buddies, excitedly asked. "Well yeah, that too," she allowed, "But he seems to be able to aim it and zoom it, which means he can see right into my bedroom window, even see me in bed." Three pairs of shorts suddenly took on the appearance of tents as we imagined what that might entail. "I'm guessing that you didn't usually close your curtains," James boldly suggested. Charlene made it clear that she didn't think she really needed to. "There is just the backyard out there, and it's fenced in and has a yard light. His house is hidden by the fence." "Except for the rooftop," I noted. "Right," she acknowledged, "Except for the rooftop." "Which had a camera mounted on it," James unnecessarily added. Charlene explained how she had happened onto this knowledge. "I, of course, was unaware that I was being watched until one night when I was baby-sitting for him. I got to snooping and turned on his computer. In the browser history, there was a number type web site listed several times, so I clicked on it, and 'wa la' - there it was, a close-up shot of my bedroom." "Holy shit," Peter exclaimed, "You mean he was even watching while you were getting ready to be his baby-sitter?" "Yeah, well that's what I thought too," she said, "But then I looked at the date stamp on the history entries and found that no, nothing that day." She looked at our faces. We were obviously wanting for her to continue. "The times were all evening and on nights when his wife was probably working," she added. James quickly remarked, "Makes sense, he probably couldn't see anything unless it was dark and you had your lights on." I took my time adding, "Yeah and I doubt he would have wanted his wife to know he was lusting after the hot neighbor girl." Charlene blushed at that remark but merely replied, "Well I don't know about the lusting part but, yeah, I'm pretty sure his wife doesn't know anything about what he is doing while she's working." "I suspect that's true," James concurred, and then, grabbing his crotch, asked, "So did he get to see anything?" "Since I didn't know he was watching before that night baby-sitting, I really don't know," she replied, but then allowed, "However, I can guess that he at least saw me in my underwear..." We were hanging on her every word. "...and maybe even less when I was getting ready for bed." "So he might have even seen you naked?" I asked in a manner denying my interest. Charlene probably knew better than me what I wanted her answer to be. Stirring the pot, she teasingly replied, "I would certainly think so. I mean, like once I go into my room for the night, I stop thinking about how I'm dressed." She really poured it on. "It is possible I was stretched out on the bed naked, reading or watching television. And sometimes I do stand in the window and look out at the pool and backyard. Not unusual for me to do that in bra and panties." She studied my face before continuing. "And there might have even been a time or two when it was just panties - no bra." We were certainly gawking now but still trying to appear nonchalant. "But all of that was before you knew you were being watched. What about after? What'd you do? You had to have been pretty pissed," one of my friends remarked. "Oh, I was pissed alright. Kept my drapes closed for the next couple of nights - although his wife was home both of those nights, so he probably wasn't watching anyway." "And..." one of my buddies prompted, "Well I kept thinking about it. I mean, like I was really pissed at first, but the more I thought about it, the more I got to thinking it was okay." Charlene looked at me as she said that last part. Charlene had given me a number of clues that she might enjoy showing off as much as I enjoyed her doing so. I was, however, a little slow on the uptake. "Okay? You mean him secretly watching you? You thought that was okay?" At this point, the other two were just watching Charlene and me. They probably wanted to know, just like Charlene, what I really thought about her willingness to show off a little. She explained, "Well, he wouldn't have been looking if he hadn't liked what he was seeing. And it's not like his wife is ugly or anything like that - actually she's pretty damn good looking - but he was still watching me." She focused on my reaction as she said, "I thought maybe I should be flattered instead of mad." "Flattered?" I asked, beginning to see the picture, "You mean you like guys drooling over you?" "Uh yeah. Actually I do... kind of." The cat was out of the bag now. "Okay, so what next, you called him and invited him over?" Peter sarcastically suggested. "Don't be a smart ass," Charlene snapped. She did know that I got really turned on when she was bra-less around my buddies, especially if her bare nipples were poking out of her blouse or t-shirt like they were that night. And she knew she could get me really hard by wearing exceptionally short skirts in public, especially if the guys got a glimpse of her panties. And I might have been ready to acknowledge to Charlene that her showing off did get me turned on, but I wasn't ready to just blurt if out. "So let me  guess then," I began slowly, "You opened your drapes, giving him the opportunity to watch again." Charlene was exercising caution as well, allowing, "Yeah, well that's just about correct, but it wasn't all that much at first. For a couple of days at least, the only time the drapes were open and the lights on, I was wearing a blouse and shorts. Not much different than if he'd been watching me at the mall." James didn't have the patience for our cat and mouse games and blurted out, "Only it didn't stay that way, or you wouldn't be telling us about it." It hadn't yet registered with me that Charlene's accidents might not be all that accidental. She however, was attempting to come clean. "You're right," she agreed with James, "It didn't stay that way. My father was out of town or I wouldn't have dared do this - I laid out by the pool in a really skimpy bikini. And then, after my neighbor's wife went to work - not much sun left anyway - I went to my room and pretended to read some magazines, only I didn't change out of the bikini, least not till dinner time." My interest was growing, at least if the tent in my pants was any indication. "The bikini. Anything I've seen?" I questioned, excitedly. "Yeah, that string thing I wore down at the lake - the one that hardly covers anything at all," Charlene disclosed. "Oh yeah, who could forget that?" James squealed. "Shit, I was hard for a week. I mean that neighbor of yours must have thought he'd died and gone to heaven - him watching you parading around your room in that two pieces of nothing." No one was pretending bashful anymore. Charlene looked at me. "You have been pushing me to do things that turn the guys on, but in case you haven't noticed, I enjoy it as much as you. I do want you to understand, though, this business with the neighbor and his camera, really is my first time to do it on my own - on purpose at least - and I really am liking it." "And I'm really enjoying hearing about it," I admitted. I was clearly turned on and having James and Peter there to share in the excitement made it all the better. "So how much did he get to see?" I asked, my eyes wide with excitement. "Well that night, not much more," she admitted somewhat sheepishly, knowing this was not what I or my horny friends wanted to hear, "After dinner I closed the drapes." Her eyes sparkled with excitement though when she added, "The next night I had them open again, only by the time it got dark enough to have the light on, I was at the dressing table, in nothing but my bra and panties." "Jesus!" I exclaimed, "You know I don't usually like you wearing a bra, but when it and a pair of panties is all you are wearing, well that really is hot as hell, especially if you know someone is watching." "You think so, huh?" she asked rhetorically, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Oh shit, yeah," I affirmed. I paused momentarily, wild thoughts churning though my head. I carefully asked, "Do you think he might be watching right now?" I'm sure Charlene did not know what I was thinking, but she did reply, "He might be. His wife is working tonight, but if he is, he's wasting his time - my bedroom is dark and of course, I'm out here where he can't see." Peter had pulled out his smart-phone and was busy checking some things. Eventually he said, "I can see that his wifi is active, that is if I'm looking at the right one. It is almost as strong as yours," he said, referring to the wifi at Charlene's house, "and is labeled ‘poopsy’." "Oh hell yes," Charlene screamed, "That is it. Poopsy is his dog's name. Can you tell if he's got the camera on?" "Unfortunately no. I could probably find his camera if I could get into his wifi, but it's encrypted and I have no idea what the password is."

Charlene offered, "I might be able to help you there. One time, a month or so ago I took my laptop to his house when I was baby-sitting. Harold - that's his name - put his password into my computer so I could use his wifi. I don't know if it would still be there or not, but you're welcome to look." "Unless you took it out," Peter explained, "it's still in there and I should be able to find it. Get your laptop, Charlene, and leave your bedroom light on." Charlene still didn't understand where Peter was going with all this, but she did as she was told and brought him her laptop. After a few minutes of fiddling with it and his phone, Peter announced, "Got it! Camera's on and it's aimed at Charlene's window, but it's not moving, so I can't tell if he's watching or not." "Charlene," I said, "go to your room and walk back and forth in front of the window. If he's watching, he might zoom in." She did as she was told. Her room was the first one down the hall from the den and she left the door partly open, so we could still hear each other. Peter and James were watching Peter's phone and reported, "Nope, not moving." James explained, "The camera is framed on Charlene's window so he's got a pretty good picture without moving anything, but..." he brazenly suggested, "...maybe if she were to take off her shorts, he might zoom in to get a better look." Being in a shirt and panties wasn't any worse than some of the things she'd already done when hanging out with me and my friends, so I repeated James' suggestion to Charlene, then stepped over to where Peter and James were looking at Peter's phone, and watched as Charlene did as James had suggested. Everyone got a great look at Charlene's bare legs, but the shirt did keep her panties covered. "Yep, he's watching," I informed Charlene. "Just like James said he'd do, when you dropped the shorts he zoomed in for a better look." "Take the panties off too," Peter urged loudly enough for Charlene to hear. Charlene was standing in front of the window and I was afraid this might be going a bit too far. The shirt was plenty long though, and Charlene herself expressed no objection. She acted as if she was about to do it, but then hesitated, asking, "Why would I do that?" Peter immediately understood that Charlene was concerned her neighbor not get the impression he was watching a staged performance. He quickly asserted, "In order to be more comfortable. You're alone and have no idea you are being watched. You are going to take advantage of the freedom." That made sense to me, and apparently to Charlene also. She turned to the side, like she might be watching the television, and slowly inched her panties down until they dropped to the floor. She continued to stand there, in full view of the window, watching the imaginary television, as if something had caught her attention. After a few seconds of this charade, Charlene turned toward her dressing table and chair, which were against the wall and at an angle to the window, but still very visible to the camera. She sat down, continuing to appear as if catering to her own comfort, pulling the shirt up a bit and sitting on her bare ass. The view we and the neighbor were getting was unquestionably sexy. The camera had a side view of her bare thigh, all the way to the curvature of her butt, a subtle reminder that she was not wearing panties. Charlene continued playing the comfort game, venturing well beyond what I assumed were the boundaries of her comfort zone. She finished unbuttoning the shirt, and although she opened it only far enough to show a little bare skin between her tits, the sight did further reinforce the fact, that she was wearing nothing under the shirt. Peter, James and I all held our breath as we watched Charlene on the tiny screen of Peter's phone. I looked silently at James and Peter, then suggested, loud enough for Charlene to hear, "You might be more comfortable if you just took it off." While my suggestion was initially met by silence, Charlene did eventually ask, "You don't think he'll figure out I know he's watching?" Interesting - she wasn't concerned that my friends or Harold might see her naked, only that Harold might guess that what he was seeing was staged. I was almost afraid to answer, for fear I might spook her. "Not really," I cautiously began, "You did say he'd probably seen you topless before you knew he was watching..." I hesitated, considering what I should say next, "...and with the way you're sitting, he won't be seeing any more than your tits, so it's not that big a deal." Wow! I had just told my sixteen-year-old girlfriend that it was okay for her to get naked with my friends and her neighbor watching. Charlene had let it be known earlier, that taking off her clothes with guys watching, made her juices flow, so I shouldn't have been surprised when she shrugged the blouse off her shoulders and tossed it toward the closet. I was surprised though and so were my friends. There was a collective gasp from the three of us as the blouse hit the floor. James, stunned, exclaimed loudly, "Jesus, those sure are beautiful tits." Charlene, of course, was expecting the neighbor to be watching and had to know I would be too. But as unlikely as it seemed, it appeared that Charlene had not considered until that minute, that James and Peter would be watching too. I looked on with continued disbelief as she hastened to cover her bare breasts with her hands. I reacted predictably, "Oh no, don't cover them. They are so perfect." They weren't all that big, a 34B if I remember correctly, and they probably weren't as perfect as I thought they were, but they were nicely shaped and looked pretty damn good on her petite sixteen-year-old body. The question though, was Charlene really naive enough to think that my friends wouldn't be watching her take off her clothes? Not likely, but I do believe she wanted me to think she would not have gotten naked if she had known they were viewing too. "Please tell me," she said, "that you are the only one watching." She was inviting me to lie and we both knew it. But if that's what was necessary to make her feel okay about what she was doing, it was okay by me. I said, reassuringly, "Of course I'm the only one. James and Peter are thumbing through some old Cosmopolitans that are laying here. James must have been talking about something he saw in one of them." She had to know I was lying, but it seemed that if I didn't mind my friends looking, she wasn't going to be concerned either. She dropped her hands. "Oh yeah, that is so much better," I said. "You really do like it when my tits are bare, don't you?" she asked. "Oh yeah!" I replied. "But you especially like it when someone else is getting to see them too. Isn't that right?" she added. "Shit yeah!" I exclaimed, "Sixteen years old and a hot body just screaming to be shown off? Damn straight, I like it!" Charlene had to be mightily turned on. She knew she had an audience and had just been cleared to put on a show. She got up from the dressing table and, totally naked, walked over to the window. For some time, she stood there, nearly facing on to the window - and of course her neighbor's camera - acting as if she might again be watching the television. Turning to face the window, she looked out, focused on an imaginary spot just below the camera and raised her hands to the curtain rod above. She was hiding nothing. I whistled low and remarked, "You really do like being watched, don't you?" "Uh huh!" Charlene replied, "But I think Harold has seen enough." She took hold of the curtains and slowly pulled them closed. "End of show," she announced as groans emanated from the den. She had to know that James and Peter had been watching, although she would never admit it. I had expected Charlene to redress in her panties, shorts and blouse, before leaving her room. Apparently however, she just grabbed up a bath towel and wrapped it around her otherwise naked body as she made her way to the den. By the time she reached us, she was fully covered, but the towel still drew whistles of appreciation. While I found it a major turn-on that Charlene wanted to wear so little while hanging out with me and friends, I was nevertheless concerned that she might be sending the wrong signals. I took her aside and whispered in her ear, "You sure you don't want to put a little more on?" She expressed shock. "You're okay with my neighbor seeing me naked, but you don't want your friends seeing me in a towel?" she argued. Although unwilling to admit that my friends had also seen her naked, at least through the eyes of the camera, Charlene's question clearly pointed up my own hypocrisy. "Oh no," I rapidly back-pedaled, "I think the towel is great. I just wanted to be sure you're comfortable with so little on." "Oh yeah, I'm comfortable," she assured me while smiling slyly. Her parents were due in less than an hour and we were going to have to leave before that. Charlene knew there was time for some fun-type fooling around, but too little time for anything serious. The towel was a big hit. Peter and James were doing their best to peek under the edges of it and the closer it got to our necessary departure time, the more careless Charlene got with how she was wearing the towel. A few minutes before we were going to have to leave, Charlene whispered to me that she would like to dance with me and my friends. I was aghast, "You mean," I said, "in just that towel?" "Uh huh," she replied, "if you don't mind." I scratched my head, then cautioned, "If it is fast or jitterbug type dancing, there will be no way you will be able to keep the towel on." Our noses were practically touching when she quietly explained, "No, I had the belly-rubbing type of dancing more in mind... and if the towel did come off.." she circled my ear with her tongue and blew hot breath into it. "...you wouldn't really object, would you?" I swallowed hard before answering, "No, I guess not." Charlene put on some slow dancing type music, grabbed James and began to dance. Predictably the towel did come loose and drop to the floor. Peter and I joined Charlene and James, and for the next several minutes, until we were forced to leave, Charlene's naked sixteen-year-old body was showered with attention from six hands and three pairs of lips. Good thing we had to leave when we did. Charlene was enjoying herself so much, and of course so were we, that if had continued much longer, it is likely that her vow to preserve her virginity would have been abandoned.