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From: "Jack C. Lipton" <cupasoup@pele.cx>
Subject: {ASSM} RP/RV The Grim Peeper (MF voy exhib rom)
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Date: Wed, 17 Oct 2001 16:10:04 -0400
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Author: Jack C Lipton <cupasoup@softhome.net>
Title: The Grim Peeper
Universe: Almost Reality
Summary: Halloween wakeup call
Keywords: MF voy? exhib? rom
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RCS: $Id: grimpeeper.x,v 1.7 2004/10/16 16:56:59 jcl Exp jcl $



		     The Grim Peeper

		     by Jack C Lipton

I'd heard that Halloween is more popular than Christmas with
paedophiles because that's the day they can get free home
delivery.  Now I've still no interest in children as sexual
partners but doing the trick-or-treat thing now, only six
months since I'd lost my wife and children to a divorce that
had blind-sided me was not my idea of having fun.

I probably should have seen the divorce coming since we'd
not had any romantic interludes in the preceding year and
previous sexual interludes had been both infrequent and
unenthusiastic.  The decay of intimacy in what I saw as my
marriage "contract" had been an item of evidence that had
bothered me but which I'd decided to ignore.

She'd apparently moved fast;  she'd re-married within two
weeks of the divorce decree to a man who lived out of state.
Before I knew it (or could stop it) my wife and both of my
children were gone and out of reach.

I'd retained the house but my 401K had been drained.  I even
had less furniture than I'd had when single, too.  I did
still have my work to engage my mind and I'd needed to lose
weight anyway.

At least her re-marriage relieved me of paying any kind of
alimony.

Here I was a 33 year old geek with an empty house.  My
neighbors were nice enough to me but the weight of my loss
and the feeling of being a loser because of how I'd been
handled did not help me in caring to socialize.

My lawyer had pushed me to require paternity tests given the
huge amount of child support my ex-wife wanted;  when the
tests came back indicating that I'd not provided the sperm
for either one, well, my lawyer was competent enough to
shoot down her child support suit and was working that as
evidence to get the financials renegotiated.  I didn't hold
out much hope since I just wanted to forget how badly I'd
been used and abused by her.

So Halloween wouldn't be a happy occasion for me so soon but
I shopped for the neighborhood kids and set things up so I
could entertain any callers.

That evening I stayed in the recliner closest to the front
door with my laptop computer, the power and cat5 cables
strung over the side.  Each time the doorbell was rung I'd
get up and provide candy for my visitors.  It wasn't all
that comfortable emotionally but I'm smart enough to avoid
pissing off the pranksters in the neighborhood.

It's a bitch to feel like the pranksters could extort this
kind of expense, but, hey, it happens.

Everything went as it normally would until 8:45 when all
hell broke loose.

OK, so hell didn't really break loose, but it was no longer
a normal evening, either, Halloween or not.

There were three kids at the door which included an adult
size girl who was wearing a mask over her eyes and a long
jacket.  I recognized them as the kids of the next-door
neighbor, the oldest girl Bonnie with her youngest two
brothers.  I recall Max, her father, tell me she was
majoring in nursing at the local college.  I figured she was
not all that happy to be escorting her youngest brothers but
I'd been noticing her a lot more lately over the last year,
which piqued my curiosity.  I'd also been doing my best to
_not_ "see" her, given our difference in ages.

While the other kids were concentrating on me, Bonnie
decided to try stopping my heart and damn near succeeded.
She used the simple expedient of opening her jacket to burn
the image of her naked body, sporting a heart-shaped pubic
puff, into my brain.  I believe I'll be seeing that image in
my head until the day I die.

My mouth went instantly dry as I thought "So close and yet
so far."

Even though she covered herself before her brothers could
look back at her after my reaction to this vision.  I stood
there still in shock, my mouth hanging open.  Her brothers
looked confused;  apparently they'd had no idea of what
she'd done.

She smiled at me as her younger siblings started to leave.

"See you later, Uncle Ken," Bonnie told me, smiling, as she
left, walking back to her house, away from her brothers.  I
stood there, staring after her, slowly realizing she was
swaying more than merely walking.  That I could tell despite
the long jacket meant she was working at it.

The flash of nudity left me stunned.  Her walk back to her
parents' house was more impressive;  she stopped to look at
me and smiled, saying "Keep an eye out for me, won't you
Kenny?"

Not quite a statue, I nodded politely, not having enough
brain cells operating to know what she meant at that moment.

This event left me with a lot to think about and so I spent
the rest of the evening in something of a daze.  Once
traffic dropped off close enough to zero that I could
confidently turn off the porch light and lock up my house, I
went directly to my bedroom and got ready for bed.

And that's when I realized something that I'd been avoiding:
my bedroom faced Bonnie's house.  On a lark I turned out my
lights and opened my blinds enough to see out clearly.  In
adjusting the venetian blinds, I discovered they hadn't been
set for maximum privacy.

So someone could have been looking in.  I had no idea how
long this could have been the case;  I didn't tend to adjust
the blinds and the amount of dust I disturbed in opening
them up told me that I'd neglected adjusting-- much less
cleaning-- them longer than I'd thought.

Across the side yard was another window, it's blinds letting
me see in just as mine would have, all lit up, letting me
see into the room beyond where I saw Bonnie.

She was naked still.  Details weren't all that obvious but I
could tell her dark puff of hair was being aired out.  Her
long brown hair was tied back again into a pony tail.

I stood by my window, peeping into her room.  I saw her make
short glances in my direction before she stood in front of
the window and her hands were put to work.

There was no doubt in my mind over what she was doing;  I
could tell she was masturbating.  Her hands worked furiously
and her eyes would close occasionally and her head rolled.
If there was ever an example of a woman feeling pleasure I
was finally seeing it.

Now my experience with my ex-wife did not include much in
the way of climaxes for her, and, no matter what I'd done,
didn't seem to bring her off at all.  That led me to believe
that female orgasms were few and far between.  My wife's
problems had, I thought, helped explain our long droughts.

I was watching a very young woman touching herself and could
watch what looked like an orgasm as she almost collapsed.
Bonnie soon moved to the bed... which left her visible to me
from the waist down.

It had been a long time since I'd last felt interested in
sex.

Seeing an attractive young woman exhibiting herself for me
as I peeped was exciting and my realized my dick had
hardened for the first time in months.

I looked down at the tent in my skivvies now visible in the
light filtering in from Bonnie's bedroom, surprised to see
it again.  It felt good.

The period of self-examination ended suddenly when the phone
rang.  My erection vanished almost instantly as I walked to
the phone and picked it up.

The panting on the phone didn't make sense until I heard her
say, "Like the show, Kenny?"  Bonnie continued to puff a bit
as I could hear her calming down.

"Yes, I did, Bonnie.  I don't understand, though.  Why?"

It took a bit for her to catch her breath fully and be able
to talk.  "I've wanted you for a long time.  I've seen you,
you know, I've been watching you, too.  I get turned on just
thinking about you, but you kept seeing me as a little girl,
like when you and Karen moved into the neighborhood."

We'd moved into the neighborhood 11 years before, when
Bonnie was still only 10.  This brought back memories both
good and bad for me, but then the idea that this girl
thirteen years my junior found me attractive distracted me
from my pursuit of sad memories, so I sat on my bed, even
more stunned than I'd been when she flashed me from my front
porch.  All I could do was go "Huh?" in my confusion.

"I've seen you naked through your blinds plenty of times.
After some of the boys I've been with, uh, well, I want
you."

My own breathing must've stopped.  This was impossible.  Not
only had my wife of twelve years bailed on me but neither of
the children I'd raised were mine.  What would Bonnie want
with a burn-out like me?  My response wasn't all that lucid,
starting with "Bu... Bu... Bu..." and not settling down
before she spoke again, taking the lead.

"Look, Kenny, I looked up to you a lot, you were always nice
to me, even as a little girl.  I know that you're imperfect
even though I used to idolize you.  And now I get so upset
seeing you looking sad, too."

"Bonnie", I finally had some breath to answer, despite the
Red Alert klaxon running in my head, "thank you, but, I'm
a lot older than you.  Your folks will be really pissed off
if we get together, too.  So, Bonnie, for your sake, you
need to find someone closer to you in age."

I heard the intake of breath and I realized I'd just made a
big mistake, confirmed with her next comment: "You're only
thirteen years older than me, Kenny.  And I've heard my
folks talking about you, wishing that you weren't unhappy.
Besides, don't you want me?"

My sigh must've confused her.  "I'd have to be dead to not
want you.  I've seen co-workers, many even older than me,
drool on seeing girls even a quarter as good looking as you
are.  Just because I'd want to jump you if I could doesn't
mean that I *should*.  And it's not just sex, either.  But,
listen, you really need someone who's not as scorched as I
am."

The knocking on my window surprised me.  Leaving my lights
off I walked over and looked out... and saw Bonnie standing
there with a cordless phone.  Her voice came through the 
phone and the window: "Let me in."

One does not argue with a woman using the tone of voice she
just did.  I agreed and went to the back door where I let in
the still nude young woman.

When we walked back into my bedroom I turned the blinds to
full privacy, making sure all of the windows were covered in
the same way, before turning on the light.

I stood there in a t-shirt and boxers and eyed the goddess
standing in my bedroom.  Without any orders from central
command, my dick decided to salute the second naked woman
I'd ever been this close to.  Once central command realized
this mutinous response it turned my face red, and I tried to
turn away from her.

Before I got far I found my face between her hands, turning
me back to face her, our breath suddenly mingling.

My hands moved first, another mutiny, pulling this fine
specimen of femininity towards me and we were suddenly
kissing.

Karen and I had kissed often enough and I thought that was
all there was.  I learned different this night.  There was
nothing held back from this woman and she accepted all that
I gave her back.  This did teach me more about my dead
relationship than I really wanted to know, but I'd put off
thinking about it until Bonnie was done kissing me.

She didn't finish kissing me until I was effectively naked,
and it was only a short pause to get my t-shirt off.  When
we resumed kissing there was a lot of skin to skin contact.

Bonnie was so very different from Karen despite both being
female.  Karen was far more generously female in form (in
terms of her development) than Bonnie could hope for but I
discovered that Bonnie was far more a complete person and my
own desire overwhelmed central command.

I stopped for a moment to say "Bonnie, I love you.  I know I
shouldn't, but I do love you."

Her reply of "Oh, Kenny, I love you too, so much!" helped me
to make the next decision.

I pushed a very cooperative Bonnie onto the bed and I was
the one to match our parts together, in between our furious
kisses.  When we were as close as two people could be it
felt...

It is strange to have a problem describing a completely new
experience like this;  it was like we were each part of the
same person, that my soul was incomplete until it met hers
and merged.  No sensation like this had ever happened with
Karen.

Was this "true love"?

Our love-making took quite a while given the pauses we took
to stop, look, talk and listen.

Bonnie was never silent for long in all of this, willing to
tell me what she liked and even making suggestions for
little experiments.  I was soon contributing, learning that
she'd never laugh at me while we were doing this.

In the back of my mind I could almost hear my therapist
taking notes, making positive comments about how I was
feeling.

It's also interesting how Zoloft can slow down my orgasm.
Bonnie came more than once, thrilling me, but it took quite
a bit of stroking to bring myself off.

Bonnie's multiple orgasms, thanks to the side defect of
anorgasmia that the antidepressant provided, did wonders for
me.  It allowed me to feel like I was not bringing pain to
her.

That her orgasms left her almost completely limp and "fucked
out" by the time I finished helped my male ego, especially
given my own sense of exhaustion.

I managed to move us around so that I could spoon her,
wrapping this precious young woman in my arms, and kissed
her upper back, neck and shoulders.  I heard a half-asleep
whisper of "Thank you, Kenny.  I love you."

I echoed this and fell headlong into asleep.

My dreams that Halloween Night were no longer filled with
monsters, lawyers, judges or even my ex-wife;  my dreams all
included Bonnie, and they were all happy.

When I woke up, just before she did, I knew that I'd want to
keep her in my life.

    ----------------------------------------------------    

The next Halloween we had our infant son with us;  it also
marked one of our anniversaries.  Bonnie thought it was the
more important of the two, even though there were only four
days between them.


-- 
Jack C Lipton | cupasoup at pele dot cx | http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/CupaSoup/www/
                Leadership deals with maximizing gains;
                Management is all about minimizing losses.
                Too much of either is death.                      - me

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