Senior Year

[polecat 246]

 

Senior year... the most memorable time of my life. Not for the usual reasons. I liked high school and weekends but I will never ever forget Mandy.

 

My name’s Nick but everyone calls me Rusty. No red hair... it’s an abbreviation for a long Italian name. Im a bit geeky, maybe a tad socially awkward. Decent looking I am told.

 

But this story is really about Mandy, my next door neighbor. She’s also somewhat awkward, both socially and physically. She has a cuteish face and a very nice body... great legs and a fine bottom. She is also nerdy like me. You may be thinking “hmm girl next door is girlfriend.” But that’s the thing... we never dated each other or never were interested in the other. I have had a few girlfriends... just broke up with one. Mandy I don’t think has had more than one or two occassional boyfriends.

 

Mandy had a dog named Bruno - a large tan colored mutt. Not that he knew it but Bruno was key in making this year so special. Mandy was always the last of her family to wake up in the  morning and she was elected to be the one to let Bruno out when she awoke. She was the first one home in the afternoon so she got Bruno detail then too by default.

 

Every morning like clockwork Mandy let Bruno out the back door. I knew this because the closer thingy on their screen door had been broken forever and the door made a bang when it closed. Sometimes Mandy just let him out by himself and sometimes she followed him into the back yard. Between our houses was a low fence - part of it slats with large spaces between and part chain link. From my bedroom window I could clearly see almost all of her back yard. On the far side of her yard though, and the other side of my yard, were tall fences. Both out other neighbors had pools and I think the town made them put up high fences.

 

As winter turned to spring,,  Mandy would follow Bruno out in the morning and after school. I would spy from my room because Mandy would enter the yard in the morning wearing either pj's, or a short nighty or button down shirt that just barely gave a peek at her panties. I'm not normally a stalker or anything but who could resist peeking at this? 

One morning I took up my spot behind the sheer curtain when I heard Mandy's door bang shut. Her dog walking outfit this morning was a short green nighty that fell 1 or 2 inches below her delightful little behind. She seemed fidgety and restless. The she said in a soft yell "C'mon Bruno! You're not the only one who has to pee." The  sight of Mandy desperate to pee, dancing from foot to foot in the short nighty stiffened my cock a little and I was frozen staring at her. Seconds later she stopped squirming and I could just make out through the fence slats that she had parted her legs somewhat and was just standing still. "Oh my God. She is peeing" I thought, my dick turning into a rock. She and Bruno were done at about the same time so Mandy opened the door and followed him back into her house. My dick was in control of me right then so I obeyed and yanked it out of my shorts and jerked it til I came like I had never did.

 

Well you can guess who was already waiting in his window when Mandy came out the next day. Such a disappointment to see her arrive wearing flannel pajamas that were not even slightly flattering. She stayed only a minute while Bruno did his stuf then went back inside.

Being a persevering individual I glanced out every morning when I heard her door. A few days went by then it happened. Mandy showed up wearing a long baggy tee shirt and as I would learn very soon, no panties. She walked to the center of her yard (where I had 100% visibility), looked around then squatted down on the grass. I forcefully pulled my cock out and yanked hard and fast. As I watched Mandy pee on the grass (I couldn't see anything but I knew what she was doing), I shot a load so hard that I made a fairly loud grunt. Mandy did not look my way but by the way she seemed to get startled, I knew she heard me.

 

I am afraid to watch for her every morning now, knowing that she knows and that I have spied on her. The next I see Mandy is at the bus stop. Yeah, neither of our families have much money and we don't have our own cars. We awkwardly say hi to each other then ignore the other. 

 

After a couple days I cannot help returning to the window at the morning "bang" of Mandy's door. The first morning I look, I see Mandy in a button down shirt let Bruno out but not walk into the yard herself. Instead she puts a coffee cup down on the top step of the stoop and sits down on the step. Seconds later I see a stream of pee leaving from between her legs (I could not see her pussy from this angle). The pee arches down onto the patio below. This is too much for a horny young boy and as soon as she goes back into her house I once again jerk myself to a very fast and very intense orgasm.

 

After that, pj's after pj's.., Oh well...

I see Mandy at the bus and we say hi. Mandy looks smoking hot in a short blue skirt and a stretchy top. The whole outfit shows off exactly how in-shape her body is. Oh! There is one little bitty thing I forgot to mention. It seems like there are two Mandys, depending on how she is dressed. When in jeans (her usual attire) she is very shy and nerdy, almost clunky. But when she dresses in ways that give young men ideas, she transforms. I mean she acts more outgoing and a bit flirty, but in actions and even the way she carries herself as she wallks or does anything. I'm not talking Jeckle and Hyde here but there is a distinct difference. Another boy told me he noticed it too.

 

That afternoon, Mandy and I get off the bus with a few others from the neighborhood. We all say goodby then head home. I give Mandy a few yards of a head start simply so I catch watch that cute little ass sway all the way to our houses. Home and in my room, I am waiting for a glimpse of Mandy and what I dream and pray is going to happen. I can feel it because of her outfit and the way she walked home (probably knowing I was watching her).

 

I hear the door and Mandy and Bruno emerge. Mandy has a magazine in her hand. She puts it on the picnic table. She is facing away from me and I watch her slide her panties down and clear them from her sandals. I am already choking my dick very hard. Mandy puts the panties on the table and leans on the edge of the table. As she does, her skirt rides up enough for me to clearly see the lower half of her gorgeous ass. It is just as hot as I had imagined. She parts her legs about 18 inches and slowly lets a soft stream of pee leave her pussy for the grass below. I am in heaven right now and come very very hard. She picks up everything and she and Bruno go into her house. 

 

Back to our weird normal at the bus stop for a few days... jeans days I might add. Then... Mandy was dressed in a a very thin sun dress that was very form fitting and nearly transparent in the sunlight. We say our casual "hi" in the morning, sit by ourselves on the bus and see each other boarding the bus in the afternoon. Mandy is vampy Mandy now, swaying and just oozing sexiness.

 

On the bus Mandy for the first time ever sits next to me. No ones is within 3 rows. We awkwardly smile at each other then she starts looking at her phone. I do the same then without warning Mandy asks "Do you spy on me?" Stunned, I blurt out "No! Never." She smiles slyly and says "Yes you do. But it's OK. I don’t mind." Mandy does nothing for a few seconds. Then she turns slightly toward me and crosses her legs, causing her little sun dress slide up and showing me all of her perfect legs. Mandy leans in toward me and says “and when you watch me do you touch yourself?” Really on the spot now, I shake my head and barely get out the word “No.” Mandy smiles and looks down at the growing bulge in my jeans. She says “Oh. Too bad.” Then as the bus comes to a stop, she whispers “If you want a better look, then come through the gate.” The bus stops and she scampers off with me way behind her.

 

I get home, throw my books on the couch and dash out the door like a man on fire. As I clear the gate I see Mandy sitting on the picnic bench facing away from the table. On the table behind her is a single tissue. Without looking straight at me she asks “Have you ever seen a girls pussy when she pees?” Then she looks squarely in my eyes. Involuntarily I gulp and say “Never.” She quips back with “ Well you can now but in return you have to show me something I’ve never seen.” I didn’t say a word because I knew what she meant. She continues with “I’ve never seen a boy jerk off and I’d really like to.” Then she firms it up with “Deal?” I shake my head because I am breathing so hard I don’t think I can speak. And the last thing she said that day was “Well. Get ready.”

 

I tooked my rock hard boner out and stroked it with a very tight grasp while she pulled her dress up enough to expose a beautifully trimmed pussy then peed, sitting right in front of me. I came before she finished. She had a strange expression... almost one of approval.

 

Mandy took the tissue from table and slowly wiped. Then she took my hand, put the tissue in and closed my fingers around it. That incidentally is the only time Mandy ever touched me but an electric something pulsed through my body from her touch. Quietly she got up and left into the house.

 

Morning after morning I watched. Day after day I waited for dresses but saw jeans. There was one morning she walked out in the morning wearing a tee shirt, barely covering her sweet bottom. She stood mid yard, parted her legs and raised her arms in a jumping jack position. She peed... I shot a load on my carpet as I watched her ass and the little stream coming from between her legs.

 

That day Mandy wore the sexiest short short skirt. I had trouble keeping my boner down watching her sexiness. Later we get off the afternoon bus and I start walking while Mandy stays talking to a girl for a minute. As I round the corner by a large wooded lot she yell out “Wait up!” and holds her phone out toward me like there’s something on it she wants to show me. I stand facing her as she walks toward me - smiling, almost chuckling lightly. When she reaches me she moves so close, her pussy just inches from my leg, and she turns her phone to show me. It is a picture of Bruno with a smile filter. It looked silly but I don’t get the big deal. Then I feel like something brushes against my foot. I look down and see my shoe is wet and there’s a little wet on the dirt around it. Mandy has dribbled some of her pee on my foot. Playfully she says “Oops”, looks down at it and blurts out “Sorry.” She turns and walk away, turning her head back and announces “You know where the gate is.”

 

I sure did. I could find it blindfolded. My dick was so hard I thought it would beat me home by four minutes. I approach her and she motions me to sit on the picnic bench. As I comply she slowly slides her panties down her slender deer-like legs and leans almost touching my cheek with her breast, as she carefully places the panties on the table behind me. She points to my obvious boner and commands “Take it out.” As I am obeying, she pulls up her hem to just below her navel, inches closer to me, and orders “Put your hand under me. But careful. Do NOT touch me or the game is over.”

I place my hand where she ordered, with the precision of a surgeon, and Mandy peed for about a second into it. She then stepped back one step and announced very matter-of-factly “Now while I finish what I have to do, you stroke yourself with my pee to make your hand slippery. I will watch you watch me.” Mandy spread her legs very far apart... like a horseback rider, and peed in small playful squirts, as if she knew how she was driving me crazy. I came like a mad man which it was clear she enjoyed. Some if my semen landed on the bench and she touched it with her index finger then slid her thumb and finger together, testing the slipperiness. She then leans across me... inches away, and retrieves her panties. She backs up into full view of me and gently wipes her pussy with the panties. She holds them toward my hand saying” Here. You can use these to dry my pee off you.” Then she turns and leaves. I hold her panties up as if offering to return them but she doesn’t look back.

 

Since then, I watched out the window but never saw her pee again, although a couple times she did give me a seemingly intentional view of her precious behind. One afternoon just before graduation, Mandy stopped me on the walk home and told me she was spending the whole summer at her cousins lake house. 

 

I didn’t see Mandy until she came home from college at Thanksgiving sporting a boy on her arm. We wished each other great holidays and she introduced me to her new friend. They actually looked cute together. That was the last time I saw her. I missed the crazy hot games with Mandy and kept her tissue and panties to remind me that it all really happened.

[Alfresco 10,995]

Wow!   What luck to have here living next door to you and willing to share in that way - just enough to completely tease you and give you some fantastic memories. 

The nearest I got to that was my neighbours girl used to pee behind a garage when we were out.   There was nothing sexual in it (at least for her) - she just needed to pee and it was a convenient place and she told me to stand guard, which I did, but I also watched.  She knew that I enjoyed watching and she made no attempt to hide from me or ask me to turn away.