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You watched me, I watched you... part 1

A 17 girl realises her sexual power over older men.
I raced home from the party my best friend Nelly threw for me tonight for my birthday. I had finally turned 17! Well... I can't tell Nelly this and as she's my best friend, I think I will burst from the shame and excitement. 
 
The party was down in the basement. As it was a warm night I wore my short white and pink tight dress. Luckily mum didn't see me leaving the house - and although I had covered up with a big long cardigan, my heart was pounding hard in case she would ask me to show what I had on underneath.

My long curly blonde hair cascaded down my back. I really felt very womanly and wore just a hint of eye-liner and mascara and a glossy pink lipstick. I've been looking forward to like being 17, as some of the boys on the football team have seemed to notice me lately. I have felt their eyes on my tanned legs. I used to feel too stocky and ugly. I had really blossomed as my uncle Dan would say. I have filled out in proportion, my boobs used to be too big for my frame, but my hips have rounded out to match, making my waist seem so much shapelier.

Anyway... at Nelly's party for me, she invited some of her brother's friends who are jocks on the football team. During the week, she was texting me and telling me all sorts of crazy things. Nelly is a sex maniac, unlike me. I want to find a nice boy who will love me, and one night when we have waited, he will make sweet love to me by candlelight, rose-petals strewn on the mattress. 

Nelly is my best friend. We tell each other EVERYTHING.

She told me the first time a boy kissed her and how it made her tummy feel all woozy inside. She told me the first time a boy touched her breast - she was still much too young, but that it made her heart thump so hard that she thought he could hear it.. and that it made her knickers get very wet and her 'down there' all squishy. My panties got a bit squishy hearing her talk that way and I could only imagine how nice it must feel to have a boy touch you on your breasts. After her telling me that, I touched my own and my clit actually started to ache and throb. 
 
I always had my mind fixed on finishing school. My mum got pregnant as a teenager and her life's been a struggle. She has always told me never to let a boy touch me or even allowed me to date yet. I agree with her, but lately my body has been wanting to be naughty. I dressed a bit provocatively. My white dress was so tight you could tell I had a g-string on by the way it showed up over my womanly round hips. I had a push up bra on as my boobs are still developing and I wanted to appear more womanly to the college jocks. I looked sexy and I felt confident as I strolled down the street to Nelly’s house where I could already hear the music blaring. 

A couple of boys were driving up and down the street, looking for trouble. They tooted at me, but cos I was on my own, I kept my head down and kept walking. The one in the passenger seat leaned out and yelled at me, “You’ve given me a huge boner, wanna see it?” 

I was so nervous my heart was racing. What if they stopped the car and grabbed me, forced me into their car and raped me? My mother’s warning about not provoking men with the way I dress started to haunt me. I walked faster and faster, red face aflame from the humiliation and fear. 

Almost immediately I was joined by one of the geeky boys in the neighbourhood. His name is Todd. It was his brother the jackass in the car with the rude comment. He apologised for his brother’s rudeness and made sure I made it to Nelly’s without more trouble.

I was so glad to be with friends, even though it was only a 5 minute walk. It seemed like the longest 5 minutes of my life. Nelly rushed up and hugged me... then took a step back and she told me to take off my cardigan so she could see me for real. During the afternoon, I had posted some pics to her when we were talking over Facebook and she was the one encouraging me to dress more ‘slutty’ as she said. She was dressed very slutty too. She had a denim mini skirt with a yellow tank top that didn’t cover her belly... her boobs were much bigger than mine and it was so tight you could see her areola, not just the tips of her nipples.

We giggled and jumped up and down like the dizzy schoolgirls we were. She shoved a shot glass of vodka into my hand, took one in her own and insisted we down them in one go. That certainly gave me a buzz as I’m very sheltered at home and don’t do the random binge drinking that others at my school sometimes do. It made me feel very very warm inside and my head was light. Funnily enough, it also felt like a punch down in my clit. Interesting feelings, until I realised that combined with the drink and the nervous excitement about getting to the house, I was being watched by a pair of eyes in the corner of the room.

He was standing behind the couch of the living room, a beer in one hand and another hand in his pocket. He seemed to be staring directly at my body, his eyes travelling from my lips to my small but perky breasts towards my hips. I must have been subconsciously aware of his gaze. I flicked my hair back as I took that shot down my throat, and then locked eyes on him. He immediately looked away and I reckon I could see a faint blush cover his cheeks and his bald head. 

I told Nelly to come with me to the bathroom... I followed her there, having to go past this man and his busybody eyes, excusing myself as I had to crush past him to get to the hallway. The feel of his body heat against my body was alarming. Given that my dress was made of a very thin material I could almost feel a vibration coming from him. His hand stayed in his pocket... he couldn’t look at my face as I passed, and neither could I.

“Who is that man who was staring at me Nelly?” I asked.

“Oh, you must mean Larry. He lives between your place and ours. My dad and him are pretty good friends. They often play golf together,” Nelly replied.

“He is a bit creepy, the way he was looking at me,” I continued.

Nelly said not to worry. As I got more developed, I would realise that men find me attractive and that they can’t help but stare sometimes. She reckons that it’s what you do to encourage or discourage them that matters. Most men will respect you, but as men, they can’t help feeling excited when they see a beautiful woman.

“It mustn’t have helped that you’re almost wearing nothing tonight, Stacey,” she giggled. “If I was a lez and not your best friend, I imagine I would like to see you naked and do naughty things with you.. right here in the bathroom. I reckon old Larry must have had quite a boner seeing you walk right past him. “

Now Nelly was starting to gross me out. I had never even kissed a boy or held hands. The idea of erections and semen was still disgusting and foreign to me.

“Stop it,” I protested.” You’re making me feel creeped out. Do you really think he might have gotten an erection cos of me?”

My mum warned me that an aroused man is sometimes forced to act out. I was scared. I told Nelly that he had one of his hands in his pocket.

Nelly giggled and gave me a wicked look when she said, “Oh, that’s why he was standing so peculiarly behind the couch. Oh my god Stace, he MUST HAVE had a boner and was embarrassed with all the people around.”

(to be continued from Larry’s point of view)

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