See "Tommy and Mrs. Harris" which sets the stage for this story.
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Tommy and Agnes sat together on the bus. She asked him about the junior college she would be attending and the high school he attended. He told her about them and, seeing her quizzical look at him, explained he had been ill as a child and this is why he was still in high school at age eighteen.
The bus stopped at his school first. They were soon comfortable with each other, chatting away as if they had known each other for years. Agnes smiled at him as he got up to exit the bus. She put a hand on his arm telling him. "See you tomorrow."
Tommy's sexual temperature went up a notch when he felt Agnes's hand on his arm. He swallowed nervously as he looked down at Agnes, a strained smile on his face. "Yeah. See you. Have a good one."
That night Tommy sneaked over the fence and peeped through the window of the bedroom Mrs. Harris had occupied. The new neighbor had also left it open a little for air.
Mrs. Johnson was startled to see a boy's face in the window as she began to undress. She thought she recognized him as the boy next door. She was disappointed to discover that he was a peeping Tom, but told herself that this was not unusual for young boys.
She did not want to make a fuss over it and simply walked over to the window and pulled down the blind. That should send him home, she told herself.
It did. Disappointed, Tommy sneaked back to his house.
The next morning Mrs. Johnson told Agnes what had happened. "Keep your blinds down and window closed, honey. We don't want to encourage him. If he keeps it up I will talk to his mother, but let's leave it for the time being."
Agnes was thrilled at the news her mother conveyed to her. She pretended to be shocked and told her mother she would certainly keep her blinds down. Inwardly she was full of joy. I knew it. I just knew Tommy was going to be fun, she told herself.
The next night Tommy sneaked over the fence again. This time he crossed the patio that separated the two wings of the house and eased his body up to the partly open window he knew had to be Agnes's bedroom. His dick began to stiffen as he watched her undress. He licked his lips in excitement.
Agnes watched Tommy covertly in a mirror that gave her a full view of the window. She had not felt this excited since her math teacher had slobbered over her pussy the spring she turned eighteen. I hope he is more than a peeper, she told herself as she tugged her panties down her legs. Her hands ruffled her silky pubic hair as she slipped into bed. Turning off the light she lowered her eyes, pretending to sleep. Soon she saw Tommy's face disappear from view.
Tommy had a hardon the moment he saw Agnes at the bus stop the next morning. In his mind's eye he could see her naked body; silken pubic hair surrounding her nubile outer lips, red, shinning in the light of the lamp next to her bed.
Agnes smiled at him impishly. "A penny for your thoughts." She told him.
Tommy's face reddened as he fought for something to say. "Ah. Ah." He looked around desperately, hoping something would give him an idea. He saw his neighbor's red sportscar and blurted out. "You're as pretty as a shinny sportscar, Agnes."
Agnes threw her head back and laughed, a tinkling, happy laugh full of excitement. She reached up and patted Tommy's cheek. "You're sweet, Tommy. A sportscar. Now that is a compliment."
That night Tommy again waited until he saw a light come on in Agnes's window. He slipped noiselessly over the fence and sneaked up to her window. To his dismay the blind was down and the window shut tight. He waited there for a half hour before giving up and going home. He could not understand why her window was shut and the blind down.
He found out the next morning. Agnes was in a foul mood when he saw her. She blurted out to him. "Would you believe that control freak of a mother I have? I'm nineteen years old and I should be allowed to leave my window open if I want to." She threw her arms wide dramatically, her head back. "My God. I'm going to be glad when I am making some money and can leave this house."
Tommy nodded his head sympathetically. Now I understand, he thought. He sighed, telling Agnes. "I know how you feel. My mom still tells me to be careful when I leave the house and to make sure I have my jacket if it is cold. God. I'm eighteen for cryin' ot loud. Parents are a real drag."
They sat in silence on the bus, Agnes still fuming over her mother's controlling behavior. When Tommy was about to get up at his stop, Agnes put her hand on his arm. She looked up at him, a conspiratorial look on her face. "I'll show her. I'll leave my window open just a little. She can't tell me what to do in my own room."
Tommy was so excited the rest of the day he could hardly get through his classes. He ate dinner so fast his mother asked him what was wrong with him. He bolted to his room, threw himself on his bed and masturbated. He waited impatiently for the time to go to bed.
When Agnes's window lit up, Tommy was over the fence in record time. Silently he \moved to her window and sure enough, it was open, barely enough for him to see into her room, but enough.
Agnes's sixth sense told her Tommy was outside the window. Her tongue moving slowly over her carmine lips, she began to take off her clothes, slowly. I'll give him a show that will have him masturbating as soon as he gets home, she told herself, a smile on her face.
Tommy was in agony as he watched Agnes unbutton her blouse, her back to him. His dick stiffened in his pants when she leaned over to her left and put her blouse on a chair. He got a glimpse of her full breasts encased in a half bra that exposed the upper part of her shapely, youthful tits. His breathing became more ragged when Agnes unfastened her skirt and stepped out of it. Her bikini panties barely covered her well formed ass cheeks.
Her back still to the window, Agnes unfastened her bra and took it off, tossing it on the chair on top of her blouse. She stooped down and picked up her skirt and put it on the same chair. Slowly, her hips wriggling sinuously, she pushed her panties down over her hips and down her legs. With a quick movement of her left foot, she picked them up and tossed them to the chair that held the rest of her clothes.
