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 Archive name: peepjane.txt (mf, voy, teens, mast)
 Authors name: Kristen (kristen078@hotmail.com)
 Story title : Peeping Jane
 Last ed. 03/01/00

 ------------------------------------------------------
 Copyright (c) 1999 Kristen Kathleen Becker - Please do
 not remove the author information or make any changes
 to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial
 free sites, or in the free area of commercial sites.
 Thank you for your consideration.
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 Peeping Jane (mf, voy, teen, mast)
 by Kristen Kathleen Becker
 November 10th 1999

 A familiar thrill surged through Jane's body as
 she lay on her back in the middle of the deserted
 schoolyard. It must be almost nine o'clock by now,
 and she luxuriated in the smell of freshly cut
 grass, and the cool night breeze ruffling her hair.

 She was waiting for Rob Cartwright to go to bed;
 on a Wednesday night it was usually around ten.
 She'd thought about him all day. It wasn't the first
 time she'd lain there in the dark thinking about
 Rob.

 The first time she'd peeked at him without him
 knowing, almost six months ago, had been by
 accident. She hugged herself, thinking about that
 time, and her excitement swelled.

 She'd gone to the Cartwright home to visit her
 friend and classmate Brenda; they'd planned to
 study together for an upcoming test at school
 the next day. Jane lived on the next street, her
 backyard butting up against her friend's, and
 they'd gotten used to climbing the fence dividing
 their yards rather than walking all the way around
 the block. No one seemed to mind that they did
 this; the girls were almost as close as sisters.

 That night, however, was different.

 As Jane pulled herself up onto the backyard fence,
 balancing her history book on the top edge, she
 heard heavy metal music blaring from Brenda's
 house, and saw flashing lights, mixed with the
 black-blue fluorescence of a "black light", coming
 from Rob's room.

 After a brief hesitation she shrugged and, grabbing
 her history book, jumped down into her friend's
 yard. Approaching the house, she thought she heard
 someone screaming to the beat of the song. It
 sounded like an animal, or like one of those per-
 formers who do those strange acts at punk raves.

 It was none of her business, but Jane was curious
 to know what the noise was all about, so she
 sidled up to Rob's bedroom window and peeked
 inside.

 Her eyes widened in shock and she fell to the
 grass with her back to the house wall. She sat
 for a full minute, eyes still wide and a hand over
 her mouth, shocked by what she'd seen.

 The image of a naked boy dancing in time to the
 music in front of mirrored closet doors was burnt
 into her mind. Rob had been skipping to the music,
 holding his electric guitar and pretending to play
 it, and watching his naked body make rock per-
 former moves in the mirror.

 For a moment Jane wasn't sure she hadn't dreamt
 the whole thing; the flashing strobe light and
 the black light may have played tricks with her
 eyes.

 Breathing rapidly with excitement, she slowly
 got to her feet and, crouched at Rob's window,
 peeked into his room again. She could see his
 full reflection in the mirror. He'd thrown his
 guitar onto his bed and was dancing with himself,
 watching his own naked reflection turning and
 twisting to the music's rhythm.

 Jane swallowed, her eyes glued to Rob's nude
 body. She'd never seen a boy naked before. Rob
 was two years older than she was, and she'd
 always thought him good looking, but never
 imagined that a boy's body could look so nice
 when completely naked. She stood, admiring the
 ripple of his muscles as he danced. She knew it
 was wrong, but watching his penis sticking out
 so stiffly and his trim muscular body dancing
 in front of her was making her feel very strange.
 She just couldn't drag herself away.

 While she watched he strode to his bed, flopped
 down on it and began to masturbate. Jane gasped
 as she watched his stiff penis pop up between
 his fingers and then disappear back into his
 hand on each up stroke.

 It was so strange, she thought, to be standing
 there, invading such a private moment. She
 realized that if Rob caught her doing this
 he'd be mortified beyond words; and so would
 she, for that matter.

 She was brought out of her thoughts by a noise
 that made her tremble. It was a primal sound,
 and it made her want to run home and masturbate
 herself.

 Rob grunted several times; then a jet of what
 Jane knew was his sperm shot up at least 12
 inches to land on his breastbone.

 Another, slightly shorter, gush; then another...
 and another. It was weird to be watching him
 doing this! Jane wondered if Rob felt the same
 when he came as she did. He seemed to be enjoy-
 ing himself. His eyes were closed but his mouth
 was open, and his body arched away from the bed
 sheets as he came.

 When Rob's naked body dropped back to the bed,
 Jane was struck by how horny watching him do
 himself had made her feel.

 Instead of returning home to relieve herself,
 however, she hurried through the yard to the
 Cartwrights' front door. Excited as she felt,
 she couldn't bring herself to skip her homework.

 When Brenda answered the door, Jane just knew
 her friend could tell what she'd been doing;
 that her depravity must be showing in her eyes.
 After a while, however, she relaxed, and the
 girls started their assignment.

 When, later on, Rob strolled into the kitchen
 to get a snack, it was all Jane could do to
 control herself. She was, of course, embar-
 rassed that she'd seen him doing something
 so personal, but how hot he had looked doing
 it!

 Jane had a hard time concentrating on her
 homework, and that night she masturbated to
 a mental image of a teenage boy dancing naked.

 When she came, it was better than normal, and
 she knew why. She knew then that she would peek
 at Rob again if she possibly could.

                         ***
 
 That had been six months ago...  Jane rolled
 over in the grass and slipped her hand into
 her loose-fitting shorts. She began fingering
 herself ever so slowly... Thinking back to that
 first time was making her wet with need. She'd
 repeated her crime 20 times since then.

 Many nights she'd snuck over into the Cart-
 wrights' backyard and found nothing to see.
 When, however, Rob was in his room he invariably
 put on some kind of lewd show. It seemed that
 all he did in his room was play with himself.

 Jane wondered if all boys did that. The thought
 occurred to her that she ought to go over to
 Jason's house some evening to see what he got
 up to in the privacy of his bedroom.

 She pushed herself up from the grass with a sigh
 and began walking towards the Cartwrights' house,
 her excitement rising with each step.

 She was never going to tire of seeing Rob playing
 on his organ...

                         ***

 Acknowledgments: All my thanks... to Stephen for his
 encouragement and proofing and to Ian for editing my
 story.

         (c) November 10 1999 Last ed. 03/01/00 -
                 Kristen Kathleen Becker
       Author contact address: Kristen078@Hotmail.com

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