Lonely Neighbors (Josu_T and Mistress_Kattz)

Mike sighed as he picked up his backpack and started walking home. It was the end of another tough day of classes and he was tired. The walk was not far, which was one good thing. He took the slightly longer route as always. Even though he was tired, he did not want to run into the girl from next door. He knew she walked home at about the same time as him and he wanted to avoid any awkardness.

They had been friends as kids, living next door and having a good time. Then they entered high school. As the years went by they seemed to drift apart. Mike had the feeling that she no longer liked him. He had the idea that she might even hate him. Yet he liked her a lot. He wanted to ask her out, but had never been able to. Now that they were in college, he was certain she would be picked up soon by some jock. Mike knew he had no chance. He was average. Average height, build, fitness, and looks. Short brown hair, blue eyes, thin, but not very muscular. So he stayed away from her, afraid of the awkwardness between them as he tried to make conversation with someone who didn't like him.

He got home and went right to his room. He dropped his stuff next to his bed and immediately started to work on his assignments. He was fairly smart and could do the work easily, but liked getting it done early. Then he could go out with his friends and hang out. Anything to get him away from the house and the view of the neighbor's house. Unfortunately his room had a view right into "her" room. He didn't like the constant reminder of what he couldn't have.

Ashley waved goodbye to her friend, Monica, as she entered the front door of her house. It had been a long day and she just wanted to relax a bit. She huffed as she started the walk upstairs to her bedroom. "He avoided me again." She said to herself.

Mike had once been her best friend and they did everything together. Her parents had even allowed her to spend nights at his house during middle school. After they entered high school though, things changed and she hardly say him even though they lived side by side. He started going out with new friends, doing whatever it was they did. Now anytime they saw each other it was awkward "Hello" and that was it.

She sighed and turned the doorknob, stepping into her room. First thing she would see is the window that looked right at his house. Shaking her head, she dropped her backpack beside her desk and walked towards the window. She couldn't see him so she figured it would be okay to change with window open. She knew he wasn't that bad of a pervert, right?

She pulled her long, auburn hair back into a pony tail. She took her top off and threw it on to her bed, walking over to the dresser - but stopped to admire her small frame and decent sized breast in her mirror for a moment, and pulled out a black top and shorts. She stepped out of her pants as they joined her other top on the bed. She pulled her other clothes on and sat on the bed pulling out her cellphone and texting Monica to see if she wanted to go out tonight.

Mike put the finishing touches on his english summary. As he hit save, he slid his chair back to relax for a moment. He took a glance out the window, not expecting to see Ashley home yet. She was. Not only that, but she was pulling off her shirt. He wanted to look away, but couldn't. He just hoped she didn't look at his window and see him. That would just make her hate him more. He didn't want that.

His eyes followed her as she admired her breasts. He felt his cock hardening inside his pants. He was happy that her hair was pulled back, not hiding anything from him. He felt perverted, but couldn't turn away. He felt a slight smile on his face as she slipped out of her pants. She was so sexy. He was surprised she didn't have a boyfriend yet, at least that he knew of.

When she was dressed in her new clothes he turned back to his computer. He felt his cock rock hard within his pants. The image of her body was still fresh in his mind. He tried hard to clear his head and focus on his homework. He decided that one thing he needed to do was close his blinds to avoid the distraction. He got up and went to the window, not caring that there was an obvious bulge in his pants. He was fairly sure Ashley wouldn't even glance at his window. There was very little chance she would notice. He stood in front of the window for a moment and sighed. Then he closed the blinds.

Even with the distracting image gone, he couldn't stop thinking about her. His cock was still throbbing within his pants. He sighed again, knowing he needed a cold shower. He went into the bathroom and pulled off his clothes. He turned on the water and stepped in. It cured him quickly. He showered and cleared his mind. Once he finished, he dried off and pulled on a pair of boxer briefs. He walked back into his room and once more opened the blinds. He quickly turned and put on some clean clothes. Taking a deep breath he returned to his chair and started to work again, finally having pushed the distracting thoughts to the back of his mind. He just wished he didn't feel so perverted for having watched Ashley undressing.

Ashley smiled to herself as she finished talking to Monica. Apparently they would be going out for a bit tonight to get their mind off the stress of college. She wasn't much of a party person so she hoped they would just go to a movie or something. Standing up, she walked across her room to lay her phone back on the desk. She turned her head and glanced out the window to see Mike's blinds shut... She was confused as to why he would do that considering he normally like to see the sun coming in.

She sighed mentally and laid across her bed, thoughts of Mike returning to her. He really had grown into a very handsome, and should she say, hot man. She thought about how nice his chest looked and he was finally taller than her. Sure, he didn't have the build of a football player, but she wasn't to into that anyway. She was sure he had a girlfriend now considering how much he had grown. Hating this awkwardness between them, she could cry. She wanted to just run to his house and lay in bed with him like she did as a child.. though it might not be as innocent as it once was.

She blushed at that thought as she brought one hand up to her right breast and started to tease her nipple through her shirt. Closed her eyes, imaging him above her doing that. Face still blushed, she slid her hands down the front of her shorts and gently rubbed her clit in small circles through her panties. She often fantasized about the thing she could have had with him and it always made her feel better, even for a little while. Just as she was getting into it, she heard the door downstairs open then shut and sound of her mother calling for her. She sat up quickly, panting as she pulled her wet sticky fingers out of her shorts and quickly wiped them on a dirty towel in her hamper.

Fixing her outfit, she hurried down stairs to greet her mother and to talk about their day. Her father passed away, so Ashley was always there for her mother and knew that having someone to speak to after work was a blessing to her.

Mike tried to finish another assignment, but thoughts continued to creep up into his mind. He lasted half an hour before the image of Ashley entered his mind again. He could tell he was becomming distracted once more. He even felt himself hardening again. He swore under his breath and hit the save button on the document. He got up from his computer and moved to the window yet again. He looked across the gap between the houses and couldn't see Ashley. That was good. He didn't want any chance of her finding out what he was about to do.

He closed the blinds once more and sat on his bed. He unzipped his pants and freed the hardening cock. He began to stroke it. In his mind it was Ashley's soft hand around it, moving up and down slowly, bringing him so much pleasure. He started to moan her name softly. He imagined what they would have done together had things gone his way. He envisioned her naked body laying on his bed as he knelt over her, sliding deep inside her sexy body.

Suddenly his phone rang, snapping him out of his fantasy. He took a deep breath and answered. It was Jim, one of his friends. He asked if Mike wanted to go hang out with some of the other guys. They were heading out in just a few minutes and needed his answer right then. Mike agreed. It was just what he needed. Jim said they would pick him up in ten minutes. Mike hung up and cleared his head. He focused hard on his erection going down. When he had softened enough, he dressed and gathered his wallet, phone, and keys. He locked his room as he left and went outside to meet his friends.

After Ashley had a small lunch with her mother, she went back up to her room. Once again, she saw his blinds were shut and she sighed. She sat down at her computer, checking her e-mails and a few other things when she heard her phone go off. It was Monica saying she was outside with a few friends. She smiled and told her friend she would be right out. Standing up she slipped on her favorite sandals, picked up her purse and head down stairs and out the door.

Once Ashley was outside, she took note it was already getting late, probably about 7 p.m. Looking around she spotted Monica beside her car and few other people she didn't know. Curious she ran up towards her friend and questioned her about what was going on. Apparently Monica forgot to mention this wasn't a girls night out.. Monica's boyfriend Jim wanted to get a group and go out to a club. Ashley sighed as she looked around. Lowering her head in defeat, she knew she would have to go.

That's when she heard Jim open the door of his car and shout. "Hey Mike! It's about time man." It took her a second to recognized the name and her heart stopped. She slowly turned her head around only to see Mike walking out of his house, heading towards them. He hadn't seemed to notice her as his head was towards the ground. Once Mike heard his name, he looked up only to see Ashley green eyes staring back at him. They locked eyes for a second then she quickly looked away and to her friend, not feeling good suddenly. "I am not feeling so well Monica... I think I might cancel tonight." Before she could say a word, her friend grabbed her by the arm and shoved her into the back seat of the car. Monica knew the history of those two and she be damned if they were gonna ruin her night.

Mike was walking toward the car when he heard Jim call out to him. He lifted his head to see which of the guys Jim had brought with him. He was caught off guard when he saw Ashley standing there. His heart almost stopped as their eyes met. She broke the gaze and Mike realised he'd stopped walking. He quickly continued and went to the car.

A few minutes later everyone was getting into the car again. The vehicle fit six people. Greg, another of Mike and Jim's friends, and one of Monica's friends. Apparently some others would meet them at the club. However, it was the six of them going from there. Unfortunately, Mike got shoved into the car next to Ashley. He tried to avoid her gaze and looked out the window on his side of the car, just waiting for the vehicle to start moving. He was quite nervous sitting there next to her, especially after what he'd been doing so far that day. He wished he could be anywhere else in the world at that moment. Yet he wasn't, so he needed to deal with the situation he was already in. He sighed and continued looking out the window. the car pulled away from the curb and started off toward downtown and the club where they would spend their evening.

Ashley blushed and looked down towards her legs as he sat down beside her in the back of the car. She couldn't believe this was happening! He wouldn't even look at her. Slyly she glanced towards him, slightly admiring him even though she could only see the back of his head. His shoulder were much broader than she last remembered and he seemed to be much taller too. Once again the thoughts of earlier filled her mind. Him above her, kneading her and kissing her with those strong lips of his. She gasped quietly and shook the thought out of her head trying to calm herself down. This was going to be a long night.

Finally they arrived to the club about hour away from their homes. Stood in line for a while but entered without much problem considering they were all over age. Whole time she stayed glued to Monica's side, not wanting to look at him. The ride had killed her with tense air and awkwardness. Once inside, they all found a booth where they could sit and drink and it was very close to the dance floor. She was a drinker but to get through the night she might just need a few shoots. Luckily for her, Jim was ordering for them. She only only took a shot, not really liking the taste and didn't want to get tipsy or drunk and look like an idiot. After chatting for a bit, Monica dragged her to the dance floor and she finally started to loosen up. Trying to get the thoughts of Mike gone, even just for a minute. She started to sway to the sound of the music, moving her hips and body just right. She always loved dancing and thought she was quite good at it. It didn't seem like it to her but her dance was quite sensual and caught eyes of a few people around her. She just cleared her mind and let the music take her.

Mike got the feeling that someone was watching him as he sat in the car, but he knew that could not be true. He was in the back and Ashley didn't like him, so why whould she be looking at him? He just ignored the feeling and waited for them to arrive at the club. Once the car was parked, he got out and went to wait in line. It had been a long, awkward car ride and he took the opportunity to stretch his legs.

Once they got into the club, Mike sat at the booth and relaxed. He got a simple beer and sipped at it quietly. He needed to get his mind off of Ashley before he could go and have a good time. After a little while, Mike was about to get up when Monica and Ashley went to the dance floor. Mike decided to stay at the booth and talk to one of his other friends who had arrived. As they spoke with eachother, he found his eyes drifting over the dance floor. They stopped on a girl who was dancing very well, quite sensually and very sexy. Then he realised again that it was Ashley. He swore under his breath, but could not take his eyes off of her. Her body moved so well. It brought him back to his fantasies from earlier that day. Again he swore under his breath.

He got up and went to the bar, ordered a shot, and drank it quickly. He went quickly to the bathroom and splashed water in his face. He cleared his head and looked into the mirror, thinking to himself, "You've got to get your mind off of her. You won't be able to have her, so find someone else." That was when he realised it was the perfect solution. He would find some other girl to take his mind off of Ashley. He walked out of the bathroom confidently.

He moved onto the dance floor and looked around for the right kind of girl. He spotted one dancing with a couple of her friends. He made his way over to her and started a conversation. He learned her name was Sarah and she went to the same college as him. They started to dance for a while. Then he got her a drink and one for himself. He didn't know much about alcohol and ended up getting himself something quite strong. It started to affect his actions a little, but at least his mind wasn't focused on Ashley anymore, though she was never completely out of his thoughts. He spent more time talking and dancing with Sarah until she needed to leave with her friends. They exchanged phone numbers and Sarah asked him to call her. After a light kiss, she was gone and Mike returned to the booth that their group was using. He knew deep down that he would probably never call Sarah, but he was glad he'd done something, rather than focus his attention on a girl he couldn't have.

She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help herself. She saw him watching her from the booth they shared. She tried to dance a little more sexily, just for him even though he wouldn't know it. Just as she started to, he got up from the booth and headed towards the bathroom. Once again her heart felt heavy and she sighed. Was he really that disgusted with her? She continued to dance for a while longer and when she started to feel a little tired she turned to head back towards the booth when she saw him.

He was sitting with a girl she recognized from college. They were laughing and talking about something. She watched as the girl got up and give him a small kiss. It wasn't much but it was enough to make the world around her fall. Monica saw the whole thing and ran up to her and turned her head to face her. Monica looked quite angry at Mike and she told Ashley not to worry about it and she needs to move on. Ashley really didn't pay attention to her as she was lost in her own little world now. Finally Monica let her go and Ashley went to the booth and saw only Greg was sitting there.

"Mind if I join you?" She asked quietly. He looked up and smiled at her, patting seat beside him. I was apparent, at to her, Mike was not interested so she might as well give it a shot. She sat beside Greg and started have a nice small conversation with him. He made he laugh and smile, but not in the way Mike had... He wrapped his arm around her after a little while, it was awkward for her but she kept telling herself to move on. That's when she felt someone else sit down and the booth and looked up. She saw Mike sitting down and quickly moved away from Greg. She mentally slapped herself. Then she heard Greg speak. "Seems like you picked up a little hottie there, Mike." Greg grinned at his friend and Ashley didn't wanna hear it. "Excuse me guys, I am gonna go out for some air." Ashley quickly got up and started to make her way towards the club exit. She planned to go out and call a cab to get home. She didn't wanna hear or see what Mike had to say about this new girl.

Mike noticed Ashley and Greg sitting closely at the booth as he approached. They didn't notice him walking toward them, but he noticed Greg's arm around her. That stung. So she liked Greg. That wasn't good. If she started going out with greg he would probably have to see more of her. His heart sank.

The moment they noticed him, Ashley pulled away from Greg, but he had already seen all he needed to. He didn't even know why she was bothering to hide it. Greg made a comment about Sarah, the girl he'd just been spending a little time with. Before he could say anything, Ashley excused herself. He assumed she was just going away from him, and didn't really care. He just turned to Greg and sighed. "Well, she's ok I guess, but I don't know if I'll call her. Its just that....ah whatever. You don't want to hear this. Anyway, I'm tired. I don't know how much longer the others are wanting to stay here. I don't want to wait. I'm going to go home." He got up from the booth and walked toward the main exit. He stepped outside and saw a taxi starting to pull in. He moved up to it quickly and opened the rear door before it had even fully stopped.

Ashley was thankful as she stepped out of the club. It only took the taxi a few seconds to arrive and she quickly made her way towards it. She cursed inwardly as she saw another figure approach the door. No way they were going to steal her ride home! She grabbed the door before it was shut and looked into the open door. Her heart stopped as she was who was sitting in the back seat. "M-mike.." She chocked out before sitting in the seat.

It took all she had to get in the car with him but it would be a waste if she didn't. She didn't wanna stay at the club any longer and they lived beside each other.. She shut the door and said the address they would both be going to. It was awkward silence between them. She fiddled with both of her hands as the car drove down the highway, not looking up at all. She yawned slightly and looked over towards him.

Mike was a little surprised, and a bit annoyed when he felt someone stop the car door from closing. He looked out and saw someone who he immediately wished was someone else. She stammered out his name before getting in. He shifted over to the other side of the car to let her in. The entire time he stayed silent. He didn't really want to be in the car with her, but it made sense since they were going to the same place.

Once again he looked out the window on his side of the car as they drove. She told the taxi where to go. He sighed and looked straight ahead. He heard a yawn and glanced over at Ashley. Once again their eyes met and he immediately looked down, but not away. Slowly he looked up again, at her face, but avoiding her eyes. He took a deep breath before speaking, a little nervously. "So.... you and Greg huh? Did that just start tonight, or has it been longer? I'm just asking, because he never mentioned anything to me before." He was a little surprised he was saying anything to her at all. He couldn't expect her to talk to him. He gave credit for his slight confidence to the alcohol he'd consumed.

Ashley blushed when they made eye contact once again. Thankfully it was to dark for him to see the shades of red on her cheeks. She was kinda shocked when he didn't fully look away from her, just lowered his eyes down some. She bit her lower lip thinking of something to say in hopes of maybe lightning the mood, then she heard him speak. His words didn't help her situation at all. She looked away for a moment then back to him and took a deep breath.

"Greg and me are nothing. I never knew of him till tonight and I was kinda feeling a little down and he happened to be there while everyone else was busy." She said in a slight sarcastic tone. "How about you and that one girl? I mean you guys must have something going on for her to kiss you."

She looked away from him, not really wanting to hear about him and the girl. She was nervous and she was feeling sick to her stomach. If he really was taken, she would be heart broken and wouldn't know what to do with herself. She sighed and looked back at him.

He listened to her, expecting to hear something about how they were going to at least start going out now. Yet, she surprised him. He still felt he didn't have much of a chance with her, but at least she wasn't going to be dating his friend. However, what surprised him most was that she asked him about the girl he'd met in the bar. He had never thought she would care about what girl he talked to.

He looked down again and shrugged. He figured she was just making conversation. He didn't want to lie to an old friend though, so he told her. "I don't really know. She was just someone I met tonight. We had a couple of drinks, which I normally don't do, talked, laughed, and danced a little. We had a good time, but I really don't know much about who she really is. Sure, we exchanged numbers, but there is only a small chance I would ever go out with her. As for the kiss, again, I don't really know what that was. I guess she liked me enough to kiss me before leaving, or it could have just been the alcohol." He shrugged again and looked back up at her. He didn't know what to say next. He looked away once more and out the window. They hadn't talked for a long time at the start of the trip and now they were getting fairly close to home. Soon they would be back to their normal lives and even though she said she had nothing with Greg, it wouldn't be long before she found some guy to go out with. That much he was sure about.

She nodded as he finished his explanation to her. Deep inside her, she felt a odd feeling of envy towards the girl. She had wanted Mike to kiss her more than anything, to steal her first kiss. She frowned and shook her head. This wasn't how she wanted their friendship to go. He barely looked at her when he spoke and didn't out much effort into it.. or so she assumed.
She lifted her head up to see both of their house come into view and she felt a little more sad on the inside.

She stepped out of the taxi first, she was sure he was right behind her. She paid her share of the ride money and he paid the other half. The cab drove off leaving them on the sidewalk in the middle of the night. First time they have been truly alone in many years. She turned to face him and gave him an awkward but forced smile even though she was almost crying on the inside. "I hope you have a good time.. Mike." She blushed again and looked down towards her feet. "I'm sorry if I bothered you any tonight but I guess I will see you around again sometime?"

With that, she turned her back towards him and slowly set off towards the front of her house. She wanted to run and get to her room fast as possible but did not want to show weakness to him, show how much she truly missed him. She stole a glance back curious to see if he had started heading towards his house yet.

As the taxi pulled up to their houses, there was silence again. It was still really awkward between them. He simply paid his half of the taxi cost and got out. He stood with her on the sidewalk, but couldn't think of anything to say to her. He saw her forced smile and gave one back. He was fairly sure it was just her being polite. He also figured the same about what she said to him next.

He looked up at her while she looked down. Great, she was avoiding his gaze. Before he could think of anything to say in response, she was walking away. He just stood there looking at her. He tried to say something, but could only come up with, "Sure, I guess," and it wasn't very loud either. When he saw her glance back he turned and started walking toward his house, trying to make it look casual.

Once he got to the door he stepped inside quickly. After he was behind the protection of the door that he nearly slammed shut, he leaned against the wall, sighed, and tried to clear his head again. After a minute he took off his shoes and walked up to his room. the first thing he did was open the blinds of his window and opened the window a little to get some fresh air.

She slowly tiptoed upstairs to her room so she wouldn't wake her mother. Her mind was spinning from the events from the day. Her and Mike spoke for first time in ages... and it hadn't been to great but in a way she was kinda happy. She opened the door to her room and stepped in, turning on the light in her room. Shutting the door, she stood against it for a second trying to calm herself of the slight jealously and sadness she was feeling.

She stepped away from the door, avoiding her gaze from the window has she talked over the her dresser and grabbed a t-shirt to throw on. Not caring to bother with the window again, she pulled her top off and tossed it into the laundry basket in corner of her room. Soon her bra and shorts followed. She stood there, thinking about Mike again. How bad she wanted him to come behind, kissing her neck and wrapping his arms around her. She sighed as cut her light off in her room and turning on the dem lamp, giving just enough light to see her through the window. She sat down on the center of bed and glanced over towards the window, not wanting Mike or anyone else to see what she was about to do.

Her bed was in very center of the room, so anyone peeking would get a full view of her. She couldn't see anything coming from his room because it was pitch black. So she didn't see him standing there with his window opened. She closed her eyes and laid her back against her bed, bring her left hand up to her breast and started to squeeze and pinch lightly at her nipple. As she kneaded at her breast, her right hand gently ran its way over her right nipple and teasing over her stomach till it stopped right on the outside of her panties. She gasped his name out as she pressed her fingers to the clit and gently began to rub circles against it. She was thinking of him, teasing her with his own hand as he would kiss her. She quietly moaned his name as she continued to tease herself.

As Mike opened the window, he glanced over at Ashley's window. Her room was dark and he wasn't sure if she was in there or not. He was about to turn away when the light switched on. He saw her in there with a t-shirt in hand. He realised that she was probably going to change again and that he should turn away. Watching her twice in one day was, without a doubt, very perverted. No matter how much he wanted to turn and go lay in bed, the moment her top came off, he was glued into place.

He explored her body with his eyes as her shorts and then her bra were also removed. She was standing there in her room wearing only her panties. A bulge started to form quickly within his pants. When her light switched off he was a little dissapointed, but she turned on a dim lamp. It was enough so he could still see her gorgeous body. His eyes followed her movement to the bed and watched her sit down.

He noticed her looking in his direction and swore at himself mentally. He hoped she couldn't see her. If she did, he knew she would hate him more. He held his breath for a moment and only let it out when he saw her lay down. He was about to turn around again when her hand moved to her chest. He bit his lip as he watched her playing with her nipples. By now his cock was straining against his pants, wanting to be free, wanting to be in that room with Ashley.

All he could do was stare at her as he right hand drifted down her body. He wished it was his hand on her like that, not hers. It stopped for a moment at her panties and he wondered if she really was going to go farther than that. Deep inside he hoped she would. Unfortunately, or probably fortunately in his mind, her window was closed and he couldn't hear any noises she made unless they were loud enough. After thinking about it for a minute, he realised he didn't want to know who she was fantasizing about. He simply imagined it was him in there, rubbing her breast and sliding his hand into her panties the way she just had.

He couldn't handle it any more. He stepped back from the window and dropped his pants. He sat on his bed and pushed his boxer breifs down to his ankles, kicking them off. He didn't bother with his shirt. It didn't matter. As he sat on his bed he was still able to see Ashley laying there. He moaned softly at the sight of her pinching her nipple and rubbing her clit. Again he imagined his hands on her body, then as he wrapped a hand around his hard shaft, he imagined her hands on his. It brought out another moan. He started to stroke himself softly while watching the girl of his dreams playing with herself. He felt very dirty and perverted, but at the moment he didn't care at all.

Ashley moaned a little louder a she rubbed against her clit faster. She arched her back and started to buck her hips down against her fingers. She thought about Mike being there, replacing her hands with his, having him rub and tease her clit. She gently slipped one finger into her wet pussy, thinking of Mike slowly sliding into her. She moaned his name name loudly as she picked up the pace and adding in an extra finger. She became increasing wet thinking of him moving in and out of her in a steady, hard pace into her. She knew she shouldn't be thinking of him like this, but he was all she ever wanted. He probably had no idea she had been saving herself for him, wanting him to be her first everything.

Her mind suddenly lost all thought as she quickened the pace, rubbing against her clit in fast hard circles. She bucked her hips down faster against her hand. She felt herself coming close to her release and she wanted to cum with him. She screamed his name as she started to cum over her hands. It took her a few moments to come over her orgasm as her body still twitched with pleasure. She smiled some, panting heavily. She knew she should get up and shower.. but she was content and just wanted to fall asleep, thinking of cuddling to him. She rolled over on to her side, facing the window. She wouldn't bother with dressing tonight and would shower as soon as she got up. She glanced widened for a moment as she looked out the window and thought she saw an outline of someone in Mike's window. Shaking her head, she knew it was just her mind playing tricks on her.. especially after what she just thought of him doing to her body. She knew he wouldn't be the spying kinda guy.. right. She sat up, grabbing her t-shirt to cover her chest up and walked closer towards the window to investigate.

Mike started to hear faint moans from Ashley's house. He watched her body reacting to her hands. He started to stroke himself harder. When he noticed the motion of her hand change, he was sure she was pushing a finger inside her pussy. He had to moan, imagining that finger being his cock. As his hand moved along his shaft, he imagined it being the hot, wet walls of her cunt.

He heard what he thought was his name being moaned. He thought about it for a moment and figured it was just his mind playing tricks on him. He was imagining Ashley moaning his name. There was no other plausible explaination. He simply continued to watch her as her movements became more intense. It was amazing, she was really going at it. She must be lost in a very nice fantasy. He continued creating his own fantasy, in which he was over there in her room, making her scream with pleasure.

He imagined her reaching a climax with him buried deep inside her tight hole, screaming his name. It sounded so realistic and the image was so vivid that he found himself stroking his dick wildly. He looked out the window again and saw Ashley just laying there on her bed now. He closed his eyes and brought back the image of her from just a few moments earlier. It brought him to the edge of orgasm. His head tilted back slightly. As he reached his peak he cried out Ashley's name loudly. His cock released the largest load of cum it ever had. It sprayed out and up. Some landed on his body, but most of it landed on his bedsheets. He tried to clean it up right away, but knew he would probably need to change sheets in the morning to avoid the obvious stain. He sighed and cleaned himself up, then lay down in bed. He didn't bother with the covers or closing the window. He just fell asleep, still naked from the waist down.

Ashley stopped her advance towards the window when she thought she heard name loudly. She stood there for a moment and shook her head, turning her back towards the window. She headed back to her bed and laid down, pulling a pillow to her naked chest, cuddling it. "You're losing it, Ash." She said out loud to herself. She knew better than to think, or even hope Mike would.. be having those thoughts about her and masturbate. She yawned and closed her eyes, falling asleep quickly.

She woke up the next morning with a groan as a faint light came through her window. She opened her eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the brightness of it. Glancing over to her clock, she sighed. It was only 8 in the morning, way to early for her to be up, she didn't even have classes today! She rolled over onto her back, remembering she slept naked. All the things from the night flooded her mind and she huffed. It was quite amazing honestly, her orgasm from the night was best she ever had. She blushed as she thought of Mike pounding into her. She sat up and mentally slapped herself. She could feel herself becoming wet once again.

She stood up and gathered some fresh clothes and headed towards her bathroom. She turned the water on and stepped into the warm water. She took her time washing her hair and body. Once she was done, she dried her body off and stepped into her clean panties and slipped on a blue jean skirt and a plain white top to go with it. After brushing her teeth and such, her stomach growled. Shrugging her shoulders, she decided she would go out for breakfast. Walking back to her room, she pondered who she could go with. Surely no one else would be up this early, right? That's when she thought of Mike.. she could see if he was up. She wanted to apologize for accusing things with him and that girl.

She walked into her room and sat on the edge of her bed, pulling out her cellphone. She sent him a text saying :

"Hey. Up early and hungry, want to go grab breakfast with me? Need to talk as well."

She was nervous entire time, and it seemed like forever waiting for him to return his answer.

Mike slept well with dreams about himself and Ashley. He had a smile on his face during the restfull night. then his phone rang and he was snapped out of his sleep. He sat up slowly and realised he was cold. He'd left the window open like an idiot. He pulled his covers over himself and rolled over to pick up his phone. He looked at it and saw he'd recieved a text from Ashley. He groaned. Couldn't she see he was asleep? That was when he'd realised he'd slept without boxers on that night, without anything covering him up. He hoped the text wasn't some comment about her being able to see him from her window.

He opened up the text and started reading it. Apparently she was awake and hungry. So far so good, but still annoying that she'd made him wake up. The next part was an invitation to go to breakfast with her. This really confused him. Why would she want to go eat breakfast with him? Then he read the part about needing to talk. He was even more confused now. What did she need to talk about? He sighed. He didn't really want to go, but he wanted their friendship to be at a place where they could at least be in the same room together without it being awkward. He just hoped that a talk with her could do something toward making their relationship a little better. He sat up and sent her a short reply.

"Sure, I'll meet you outside in fifteen minutes."

He got up and walked toward his bathroom, still not wearing anything below his waist. He pulled off his shirt in teh bathroom and hopped into the shower. He washed himself quickly before getting out and drying off. He put on some clean clothes and grabbed his wallet, phone, and keys. He finally closed his window so the room could heat up a little, then went downstairs. He put on his shoes and took a deep breath before leaving the house to meet up with Ashley.

Ashley was already standing outside when she saw him walking out of his house. She was standing at the end of
his house walkway. She looked at him for a moment then towards the ground, watching his feet draw closer. She saw him
stop in front of her and lifted her head up, looking at him. She bit her lower lip out of nervousness trying to find
the right words to say to him. "H-hey Mike," She stuttered out. Cursing herself for dressing so lightly for the cold
morning air. She was freezing. "I thought it would be okay if we rode in your car or something. I mean, if not we I can
go and pull mine over here." She tried to force a laugh out but it came out kinda awkward and she knew she probably made
a complete idiot of herself.

She crossed her arms, rubbing her hands on her forearm, trying to give herself some heated comfort but it wasn't quite
working out that way. She looked up at him again,giving her another chance to see him clearly and this time in day light.
Her stomach fluttered as she caught him looking back down to her, making slight eye contact for once. He really was
handsome, all his baby features gone..She blushed thinking back to her fantasy last night, having his hands roaming her
body and claiming her as his.

She tried clamly to wait for his decision about the car, praying that she wouldn't be the one having to drive.
She wasn't sure her mind could fully focus on the road this morning.

When Mike saw Ashley standing there at the end of his walkway, he nearly turned around and went back inside. He looked at her as he walked. As he got closer he had to wonder why she had dressed so lightly. It revealed her curves too much for his liking. Her appearance made him think about what he'd done the night before.

He avoided looking at her face once he got near her. He stopped in front of her and waved slightly as a hello. She suggested they use his car. then for some reason she laughed. He wondered why. It was a strange laugh. Was it directed at him? He was confused.

He noticed she looked cold. He looked at her face and smiled slightly. Their eyes met. He held the gaze for just a moment, wondering what she was thinking, then broke away to look toward his car. As he did, he took off the jacket he'd thrown on. He turned to her once more and held out the jacket. "Sure, I guess we can use my car. Also, put this on so you don't get frost bite or freeze to death." Once she took hold of it, he went to his car and unlocked it. He was still wondering what it was she wanted to talk to him about.