So things have been quiet, basically just sex with Tommy and with myself, sometimes rereading some old email (one nice thing about it - you can go back to it and cum all over again and thank you very much those of you who've sent me stories and pictures). Except for one unusual evening, the weekend after my birthday when I had a little party at Jennifer's, I don't have much to report. And even then, there's no actual fucking involved, so for a few of you who have been very clear that's all you want to read about, SOORRRYYY. . .:) I only report the news, you know?

Anyway, my birthday was May 8, as I probably told you sometime before. So now I'm 17 and pretty soon will be too old, maybe, for you. I hope not. Anyway, Jennifer's parents were gone for the weekend so we had a party at the big apartment she lives in. Nothing outrageous, hardly any drinking, no drugs, just a bunch of women 16 - 18. And presents for me! All clothes and CD's, which is cool. By 9 pm, everyone else had left, even Susan who didn't have a date.

We were talking about something or other when Jen lowered her voice and said, "The pervert's back."

"What?" I asked.

"The pervert, I call him. Look, I mean, don't make it obvious, but look out the window. Two windows to the left. See him?"

"He's not bad looking for being about my Dad's age. Why is he a pervert?"

"He watches from his window. I don't know what he sees, I certainly never show him anything. Must be one of my neighbors or something."

"My Dad says perversion is the opposite of neurosis," I said.

"What the fuck does that mean? See, he's turned off the lights but you can still kind of see him in the window."

"It means that perversion is OK. Neurosis is bad, right? So the opposite of a bad thing is a good thing. Why don't you show him a little, Jen?"

She blushed. "I couldn't! What if I met him in the street or something? He lives RIGHT THERE."

"Go ahead," I encouraged her. "You've really nice breasts, you know. Make his day. Night. Whatever."

She shook her head and added, "Besides, I'm having my period. I'm not going to let him see that!"

"Just show your. . .never mind. I don't live RIGHT HERE and for me it's my horny show-off time of the month. Dare me," I begged.

"You wouldn't," she objected.

"I accept your dare. He hasn't even moved from his chair, has he? What's his name."

"I don't know. Just call him the pervert."

"That sounds so awful. Let's call him: perv, pervy, purry . . . Perry!"

I stretched, pushing my little breasts, much smaller than Jen's, out against my blouse and tried to watch for Perry's reaction.

"It's hard to tell with his lights out what he's looking at."

"Maybe this isn't a good idea," Jen said.

"It just needs work."

So we worked on it for a few minutes. Jen flicked the light on and off "by accident." I went to the window and stretched some more. Then, "suddenly" struck by an idea that Jen and I had already worked out, I picked up a sweatshirt I'd gotten for my birthday. Jen watched, sitting where it would look like I was doing this for her. I hoped Perry was watching, too.

Slowly, very slowly, I unbuttoned my blouse. I put my left hand on my right breast and vice versa and made exaggerated rubbing motions. I felt like a stripper on a stage. I liked it.

"I can't look," Jen said, laughing, holding spread fingers over her eyes.

I eased off the blouse and then did a similar slow strip with my bra - . . . strap . . strap . . . hook . . . cup . . . let it fall. Turning slowly, I modeled myself for them both. Jen clapped silently. I put on the sweatshirt and waited for something to happen in his window.

"Nothing's happening," I said.

"He's probably gone to watch TV."

I undid my jeans and stripped them off. The sweatshirt came just to the bottom of my crotch, hiding my white undies. Still nothing.

"Jen, turn off our light for a minute. Let's see what he does."

We watched in the darkness. Nothing.

"Maybe he thinks we've left."

"Maybe he left a long time ago."

"Do you have a candle?"

"Why?" she asked, suspicious.....(cont)