Neighborhood Pervert--Amy (Page 3)

by Leslie Schmidt

I didn't get much sleep that night. As you can imagine, I spent the next few hours scouring the movie I'd made, taking freeze-frames, blowing them up, then editing the film itself to give me close-ups and cropped sections. I finally turned the light out at about midnight with the alarm set for four. I'd already jerked off twice that evening so I took a long time for me to dribble a little cum into the sheets.

I took over for the mid shift in the datacenter, then yawned my way through the morning and its usual calls to reset passwords and reassign printers. At about 10 my phone chimed that I had a text.

Mom stayed home today.

It's raining anyway.

I think she's hung over.

Went out last night, could be

I'm bored.

Go play with yourself. That's always fun.

Fucking pervert.

Not fucking yet. That'll come.

Who?

You

You'd never be so lucky.

I'm a pretty lucky guy.

We'll see.

Need to work now. Call me later?

OK.

The rain had let up but it was still cloudy and threatening when I got off at two. Because I hadn't fancied standing in the rain waiting for the bus, I'd driven that day. I went to the mall and started searching for a suit for Amy. I really didn't know much about girl's bathing suits but, after looking through the racks at Penney's I decided she was a size 10. I finally found what I was looking for at one of the smaller stores.

It was as small a bikini as I could find for a girl-nowhere close to a thong but still brief. It was white, tied around the back of the neck and on the hips. White nylon with a tiny Tweety Bird on the left breast and Sylvester on the right hip. I wondered whether the designers had gotten the double entendre of a cat watching over a girl's pussy.

When I got home I carefully cut the lining out of both the top and the bottom. Then, wetting it in the sink and using my hand for backing, I was pleased to see that it would make the outlines of what was underneath almost visible when wet.

It was a pretty boring afternoon and evening until about seven when the phone rang.

"Hi there."

"Hello," she said.

"What you doing?"

"I've been playing video games."

"You in your room?"

"Yeah,"

I feverishly switched the programs on my computer and, sure enough, there was Amy, the computer in her lap, watching something on the screen and holding the phone. From the headboard and pillows she was leaning against I could see that she was sitting on her bed.

"Why don't we set up a video session?"

"OK."

I watched as she looked around the screen, moving the mouse pad. Then a pop-up appeared on my screen asking if I wanted to allow the session.

"Turn your volume down on the computer and we'll talk on the phone, that way your mom's less likely to hear us."

"Oh, she won't. She's in her room watching TV. It's on the other side of the house."

She was wearing a tee shirt with stars on it and I could see when she moved that she had a bra on.

"You're still dressed."

"Yes, what about it? All you ever want is to see me naked."

"That's cause you're so fucking sexy," I said.

"Hey, ya know, it's unfair. You've seen me but I've never seen you."

"You want me to get naked?" I asked.

"Yes," she giggled.

"OK."

I stood up from my desk and moved the chair. I positioned the screen so I was sure she could see me standing there, then put my phone on speaker and set it next to the computer.

"You can hear me?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"OK."

I pulled the polo shirt I was still wearing from work off, then slipped out of my shoes. Amy was watching carefully as I undid my belt and slacks, then dropped them. I picked them up off the floor and threw them on the bed, then stood up in front of her in only my briefs.

"Nice," she said. 'You work out?"

"Some. Sorry, I don't have much hair," I said, stepping forward and stooping down a little so she could see my chest.

"I think hairy guys are gross."

"Well that's good," I said. My cock was definitely swelling in my briefs. I stood back up and stepped back, then made a couple of body-builder poses to her amusement.

"OK, ready for the full monty?" I asked. Not waiting for a response I pushed my briefs down and let them fall to the floor. When I straightened back up my cock was at half mast, bouncing a bit with my pulse.

"What you think?" I asked.

"Nice," she said.

I turned sideways and thrust out my hips. She giggled.

I'm not a porn stud, but I'm not small either-nine inches and about an inch in diameter. I keep my dick hair trimmed really short-that way little ones aren't as scared. While still in profile I grabbed my dick and started stroking it.

"You need to see it at full size," I said.

"Are you going to jerk off?" she asked.

"You want me to?"

"It's only fair."

Of course, I'm used to jerking off in front of little girls-usually I cum on their slits and bellies. I'd never dreamed about doing it in front of a camera however. I pulled the chair back and sat down, then reached up and moved the computer and pulled the screen down so I was sure she could see me.

"OK?" I asked. "You can see?"

"Yeah."

Amy was silent as she watched. At first she looked like she was going to laugh but then she slowly changed to an interested expression. She leaned forward to watch as I slouched down in the chair and worked myself up.

I was breathing hard and getting down to the short strokes when she began to smile again. She leaned very close to the screen just before I came.

Three or four gobs of my white nasty shot a good eight inches in the air before falling back onto my belly. More ran down over my hand.

Amy giggled as I came, leaning back.

I relaxed back in my chair.

"You done?" she asked.

"Yeah." My voice was thick. I picked up my shorts and started wiping up the mess.

"When do you do that?"

"Maybe once a day, usually. More often when I think about you."

"You're sick."

"I know," I said.

"Do all guys do that?"

"Yeah, pretty much. We don't talk about it, but yeah, everyone does."

"The boys in my class sometimes make jokes about it."

"Well," I responded, "boys do it a lot, especially teenagers."

"Do they shoot that stuff?"

"Not until they're a bit older, it just feels good, like you." I wanted to change the subject. "Tomorrow we can do it together."

'We'll see," she responded.

"Weather's supposed to be nice again. I dropped my briefs on the floor.

"Maybe." She looked up. "I gotta go see what my mom wants."

"OK," I said. "Just close the window."

She reached for the computer but my view of her stayed. She touched the screen on the phone and mine said 'disconnected.' The view spun around as she picked up her computer and put it on the bed next to her, then the picture jostled, then all I could see was her pillows.

A little while later the computer moved again and I got glimpses of Amy as she carried it to the desk. Her mom was standing in the door and they were talking, they seemed to be just chatting-her mom laughed. Then the screen went blank when she shut the computer off.

It was Thursday and I didn't hear from Amy until 3:30 when she appeared at my door.