Round Here

I rounded the corner into my street and sprinted the last few hundred yards to my house. I checked my watch, just over an hour, not bad. Not bad considering it was the height of summer, not ideal conditions for long distance running. I removed the hair tie binding my ponytail and shook my long brown hair free. That felt better. I pulled off my shoes and socks that felt a whole lot better also, my feet were sweltering. I warmed down on our front lawn, using the huge sycamore as a brace as I stretched my calves, hamstrings and quads. Satisfied that I was fully warmed down I walked around the back of our house and let myself into the kitchen.

"Good run Lara?" asked my mother.

"Not bad, just over an hour today."

"Building up for fall semester?"

"Slowly but surely" I replied. I am on the women's running team at college, so I have to keep in shape over the summer months while I'm at home. No rest for the wicked, fitness can be a harsh mistress if you let it slip. I took a glass from the cupboard and filled it with water from the tap. I was parched and drank way too fast. Water trickled from the corner of my mouth down my throat and onto my chest. It felt very cool against my hot sweaty skin. I ran the water some more and splashed it over my face and neck. It felt wonderful.

"Why don't you have shower. I'll make some breakfast for you" said my mother.

"That's great mum, but cereal will do." Bacon and eggs, while very tempting was out. I picked up my shoes and went upstairs to my room and closed the door behind me.

I threw my shoes and socks in the corner then peeled off my jogging top and sports bra. The cool air wafting through my bedroom window caused my skin to come out in goose bumps. My nipples puckered tautly now that they were free from the hot confines of my bra. I slipped my fingers into the waistband of my jogging shorts and panties and slid them down my legs into a bunched heap on the floor, I kicked them into the corner. The cool air felt marvelous on my naked skin. I stood in the centre of my roof enjoying the feeling of the breeze play over me. I couldn't help but catch a glimpse of myself in the wall length mirror. All that running had burnt off any excess fat and I was slim and toned. Maybe not as big breasted as I would like, I had the running to thank for that, but my legs and bum were taunt and my abs were plainly visible. It was a trade off but I was reasonable happy with it.

There were times when I wished for bigger breasts, like when I wore a nice dress that revealed my cleavage or a tight t-shirt. Bigger breasts would certainly have been a bonus at times like that, but while they were small they were very pert and firm. Realising that I was taking a little bit too much interest in my nakedness, I quickly turned from the mirror and flopped onto my bed. I lay there, enjoying the warm sun and breeze on my skin. It was bliss.

Something moved in my peripheral vision and I turned my head towards my open window. What had caught my attention? Had a bird flown past my window? Or a tree waved in the wind? Probably. No, there it was again. Something was moving behind the gauze drapes covering the window on the second floor of our neighbour's house. I'm sure it was a figure. The window was about twenty meters away directly opposite from mine. Had someone been spying on me? I leaped off my bed and went to my closet. I pulled out my robe and quickly put it on. I didn't know what to think. I'm sure the neighbours had some teenage sons. Had one of them been perving at me from what he thought was the relative safety of his bedroom? I felt decidedly uncomfortable. I didn't like the thought of a sweaty hormonal teenager doing who knows what while he watched me. The little perv! I closed the drapes, as I did so I couldn't see any more movement in the neighbour's window. I went into my bathroom and had a shower. I tried to figure out what had happened. Was I imagining things? Or had someone really been watching me? There was nothing I could do about it without solid proof. But how to get it?

It struck me the following day when I was out jogging. It was my short run day, but I had to keep the intensity high. To keep my mind off the pain I thought about yesterday's events. It all seemed so obvious now. Every morning I would be out jogging by 7.30 am, usually arriving home no later than 8.30. The neighbour's brat must have cottoned on to this fact and known to watch out for me when I returned. He must have been watching me every morning for the two weeks I had been home. All he had to do my sit behind those drapes, fantasizing his sick little thoughts and ogle me as I stripped off my jogging gear. Yesterday I must have given him quite a show, admiring myself in the mirror and lying naked on my bed directly in view of the window. Usually I get undressed and hop straight in the shower, but not yesterday. It must have been the highlight of the last couple of weeks.

When I arrived home I went through my usual routine of warming down on the front lawn. Was he watching me now from another dark window of the house? Would he go to his room and masturbate while he watched me undress? As a perv like him would undoubtedly do. I went inside and to my room. Through my open window I could feel his eyes watching me, I couldn't actually see him, but I could sense him sitting in the dark shadows ogling me. I screwed up my courage for what I was about to do. It is against my nature, but I wanted to catch him. Make him pay. I turned my back to my window and lifted my jogging top over my head, then reached around and unfastened my bra. I was now topless with my back to the window. What was he doing now I wondered. Was he getting hard at the sight of me? The thought sent a shiver up my spine. I would catch him. I took a deep breath to summon the courage for what I was about to do next. I slipped my fingers into the waistband of my shorts and slid them down my legs and kicked them away. I bent down as if to stretch my hamstrings, giving my watcher an eyeful of my butt. I was wearing comfortable cotton panties, not too revealing or even very sexy. I tossed my hair over my shoulder and stretched my arms towards the roof. Now was the moment of truth - I turned around and put my hands on my hips and swivelled my torso back and forth stretching my lower back. There! I'm sure I caught a glimpse of a shadowy figure moving further away from the window. Sprung. I casually walked out of view from the window. I pulled my shorts and top back on and sprinted down the stairs and out the back door.

I scaled the four-foot fence separating the two properties and landed quietly in the neighbours yard. I approached the house, under the watcher's window was the garage and beside it was a three-foot high box where they stored firewood. I climbed onto the box, from there I reached my hands up onto the garage roof and levered myself upwards. I paused and regained my breath. I was only a few feet away from the window. I crawled forward along the garage roof so that I was now directly underneath the windowsill that was only a foot or two above my head. Revenge was near. I leapt to my feet and pulled the drapes clear of the window. "Gotcha!" a crowed. I hadn't known what to expect, but what I did see didn't surprise me.

A male was sitting on the bed with one hand wrapped around his erect penis, the look on his face was truly priceless. He was shirtless and his shorts were bunched around his ankles on the floor. "Don't let me disturb you," I said as I climbed through the window into the bedroom. He tried desperately to grab for a pillow and hide his erection. "Don't even think about it!" I commanded. He looked at me dumbstruck. He couldn't speak, his mouth worked but no sound escaped. He made no move to take the pillow away from his crotch. "You either take away that pillow, or I'm going downstairs right now and telling your parents about your little escapade." Slowly he pulled away the pillow with his free hand. His right hand was still securely wrapped around the shaft of his penis. "What do you want?" He finally asked.

"What do I want!" I spat. I want you to say you're sorry for perving at me. What I want is make you pay for my humiliation!" I couldn't help myself but I glanced at his erect penis. It was actually quite large, bigger than any I had ever seen before, but that's not saying much. He was over eighteen, I couldn't judge his height but he was quite muscular.

"Sorry." He squeaked.

"Sorry? That's all you can say. I want to see it!" I said.

"What?"

"What do you think you moron - your cock!"

He took his hand off the shaft and I glared at him. "What do you call that! It's the sorriest excuse I've ever seen for cock in all my life." Actually in my very small sampling it was the biggest one I had seen, but I wasn't going to tell him that.

"Lara, I'm sorry."

"What did you call me!" I screeched. Hearing him say my name made me feel cheap and nasty, no doubt he mumbled it while he fantasized about me when he masturbated. "How do you know my name?"

"I've heard your brothers and sisters calling out to you." It infuriated me that he should know my name. I didn't know it beforehand, but it suddenly struck me how I was going to demean and embarrass him. "I want you to stroke it!"

"What?"

"I want you to stoke it! Wank! Slap the salami! Spank the monkey! Can I be any plainer?" I stood only a foot in front of him with my hands on my hips.

"You want me to, to, jerk off in front of you?"

"That's what I said. You have to pay for watching me - you little perv. Now do it." I glared and pointed my finger at his penis. Slowly at first he uncertainly stroked his cock. "That's right, hurry up I haven't got all day. Are you having trouble there?" I continued to deride him. "Can't perform, now that you have a real live woman in front of you. You're scared!" I jeered.

"No" he grunted.

"Come on. I want to see you cum. I want to see you precious seed that you were so keen to spill over me." I watched him, his face half contorted with lust the other with fear. It struck me then, that he was like all other teenagers his age, horny and confused. Hell I was only a couple of years older than him at 21 and I was just as messed up about sex as he was. His hand moved faster and I could tell he was getting close. "I going to cum" he muttered. "Grab those tissues."

"Oh no you don't" I said "I want to see your devil seed." The hell of it was, that I really did. I was actually getting quite turned on watching him masturbate for me, because of me. It was something I can't easily describe, but my breath was getting shorter and a little gaspy watching his hand fly. "Oh my God!" he grunted. I saw his balls tighten and a string of cum erupted from his cock and struck me on the cheek. The heat of it shocked me, I had no idea of the force involved. I had never seen a male ejaculate, it had always been in a condom while we were having sex, where there was no evidence of the power. The second ejaculate landed on my left leg and dribbled down my thigh. The remaining bursts lost their intensity and oozed over his bunched fist. We looked at each other for a few seconds. The semen on my cheek rolled into the corner of my mouth. I was surprised by the tart salty taste. It was the first time I had ever tasted semen. I casually bent over and picked up his discarded shirt off the floor and with as much elegance as I could muster wiped the semen from my cheek and leg.

He sat there panting slightly, not moving. I looked down at his hard cock and nodded my head with satisfaction. That'll teach him. I spun on my heel and walked to the window and climbed onto the sill. "Lara wait. Are you going to tell my parents?" Using my name only made it worse.

I turned and looked at him. "I haven't decided."

"Are we even?" he asked.

"Not by a long shot." I hissed. I looked around his room, taking in the pictures of sports stars on the walls. So he fancied himself as a bit of an athlete did he? "Meet me tomorrow morning, 7.30 sharp you're going for a run." With that I whipped the drapes closed and climbed to the ground. A few minutes later I was back in my bedroom.

None too soon. I was immensely turned on by what I had seen. My two previous sexual encounters had been disasters. But to see a man jerking off over me, and his hot cum landing on my sensitive skin was almost more than I could bear. I slammed my window shut and closed the drapes. As quickly as I could I pulled off my shorts, panties and top. I lay down on my bed and my fingers delved between my legs. I hated that I succumbed like this. Masturbating was for weak people, which I most definitely was not. Depraved people pleasured themselves not me. But I couldn't help myself. For the first time in my life I masturbated. My fingers dove inside my wet tunnel and I crooked them slightly and stroked my G-spot. In and out they dived. It was better than any sexual experience I had ever had. I couldn't believe how wet I was, my juices were dripping over my fingers. I could smell the musky aroma of my arousal. I stroked my clitoris for the first time, it was like a bolt of electricity going through me. All I could think of was that engorged penis, the hand stroking up and down, his grunts of ecstasy, and his huge burst of breath when he came, the feel of his hot come on my face, in my mouth, the taste of it. I could sense something was about to explode, was this what the onset of an orgasm felt like?

I stopped. It took all my will power but I did it. This wasn't me, frigging myself like this, my fingers deep inside me, my juices covering my hand and thighs. What had I become? I was no better than my neighbour whoever he was. That was enough to force me to my feet and walk shakily to the shower. My nipples were so hard they hurt, every nerve ending was tingling. My pussy was aching. I hate that word, I really do. But that is what it was, my horny pussy that had so nearly betrayed me. I turned on the shower and without waiting for it to warm up got in under the cold spray. That certainly dampened down what I was feeling.

I had lost my virginity in my freshman year at college. The track team had been away at a meet and we had done well. I had got third in my ten-kilometre run, which was better than I could have ever hoped. Up to that point running had only ever been a hobby, something I did for fun. But getting third in that race made me realise that maybe it could be more. Maybe it was something I could be good at. That night the team went to a local bar, I drank too much and was really enjoying myself. One of the older guys, Johnny track star, who I had always admired from a far was there. Feeling emboldened by the alcohol I struck up the nerve to approach him. I had never felt so courageous, the alcohol buzz in my veins, the third in my heart. Everything he said I laughed at, I had never been so vivacious and outgoing. For the first time in my life I felt sexy. I found myself accidentally on purpose leaning against him when I laughed and generally coming on pretty strong.

When he suggested we go outside for some 'air' I agreed. I mean how clichéd is that. Pretty soon we were in the park across the road pulling off each other's clothes. I knew what was happening and I wanted it to happen. I mean I was eighteen, away from home for the first time and at college goddamn it. It wasn't right that I was still a virgin. Johnny track star pulled on a condom and before I knew it he had shoved his hard prick inside me. No foreplay for me. I was as dry as bone. He thrust away like a dog on heat. In a brief moment of sobriety I realised that this wasn't how it was supposed to be at all. I would remember this for the rest of my life. Instead there I was lying on the cold grass with my legs in the air getting rutted like a bitch. It was all over fairly quickly he grunted and I assumed he came. He pulled out of me removed the condom and tossed it in the bushes. He even had the temerity to say "Was it good for you?" What a way to lose my virginity, it could have been worse -it could have been in the back seat of his car. I never said another word to him for the rest of the year.

The second guy I had sex with was a fellow student from one of my classes. I really thought he would be the one. He was intelligent and shy and we got along like a house on fire. But they say you should never confuse friendship with love. He was a virgin and I was basically one also. We had a few confused fumblings that could mistakenly call sex. No foreplay, no oral sex, just penetration and that was it. For me it had been embarrassing and I hadn't felt one iota of lust or arousal.

After that I swore off sex, thinking it probably wasn't going to work out for me. So here I was two years later. I had just goaded the neighbour to jerk off in front of me and I had masturbated for the first time, what a day.

The following morning, as I got dressed into my jogging gear and laced up my running shoes, I sort of hoped he wouldn't be there. I was a bit shocked about what I had made him do and what I had done. But when I saw him sitting on our front lawn, looking so cocky and arrogant, like he didn't have a care in the world and yesterday was no big deal - well I thought fuck him! I would show him, I would run him into the ground. "Ready?" he said as I approached. The tone infuriated me. I was the injured party but he acted like the cat that had got the cream. "Let me stretch up first" I replied rather hauntily. "Aren't you going to warm up?" I asked.

"Nah, I did it while I was waiting for you."

As I stretched I casually checked him out. He was about six foot tall, a couple of inches taller than me. His muscles bulged from his vest. He looked strong and hard. But could he run? I would find out. We set off, I kept the pace slow at first letting my muscles warm up. He kept pace just behind my shoulder, well I wasn't really testing him yet. I slowly increased the pace to what I would call my race pace, but still he hung in there. "Did you watch the documentary on TV about the Olympic marathon last night?" He asked. I shook my head. He launched into a diatribe about how interesting it was and how he was fascinated by the Olympics in general. I knew he was taunting me.

Showing me how fit he was and that this was so easy that he even had time to hold a conversation. I could have replied, but I was seething. I was going to show him that he wasn't as great as he thought he was, that the girl from next door that he had spent many a sweaty night fantasizing about would grind him into the dirt. But it just wasn't happening. I was quietly furious, all my plans were falling apart. When we were about a mile from home I really stepped it up. I moved into 5th gear that I never used in training, but he couldn't be shaken. I was at bursting point, but I refused to slow, his breathing was calm and controlled beside me. When we were only a few hundred meters from my driveway he eased past me and sprinted for home, beating me by some ten meters.

He turned around and smirked at me, he actually smirked! I could have throttled him. I stormed off and went inside without so much as a good bye. I know I was acting irrationally and like a child but I was so pissed off. It was me who was supposed to be humiliating him - not the other way around. I went into my room and slammed the door. I pulled off my shoes and biffed them in the closet. When I looked out my window there he was at his window, shirtless, looking at me. His arms were resting on the sill above his head, he watched me expressionlessly. I went to my window, grabbed the drapes and snapped them closed. I threw myself on my bed. I was wild! I could almost scream in anger. I was throwing a proper little hissy fit. It took me half an hour to calm down sufficiently to shower. For the rest of the day I was irritable and on edge. I couldn't believe that he had beaten me. I was supposed to be the one handing out the lessons. My pride was seriously pricked.