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Darcy
By Shadow Cleric (thefierypen@yahoo.com or http://www.asstr.org/~shadowcleric)

This is actually a story I wrote a few years back, but deleted it and am now 
just getting around to rewriting it.

Chapter One - Secret Flirtations

Neighbors. Can't live with them, can't live without...well actually I could 
do without them.

It was early spring a few years back when I was rudely awoken from my suburban
dream. The house next door to mine had become vacant. I was initially 
intrigued by the thought of new neighbors. While my current one's were nice, I
was fairly indifferent to them. My hopes and aspirations were blown to bits 
when the moving van came. Out stepped a large, fairly overweight lout of a man.
His wife, being very vocal about what she thought of him at that moment, came 
out as well. She was short, thin and muscular. Her hair was short and blonde,
she was wearing bike shorts and T-shirt. Her chest was small, barely a B cup,
but her legs were well toned. I probably would have found her attractive, if 
she wasn't an obvious bitch. She stopped berating the ogre she called a husband 
to turn and holler into the truck. Darcy, I and the rest of the neighborhood 
simply guessed that was her name since her shrew mother was screaming it at the
top of her lungs, stepped out of the truck and into the sunlight. The tall, 
sandy-haired girl was clad in loose, grungy sweat pants, an old T-shirt, and 
canvas shoes without socks or shoelaces. Though her clothes were baggy, her 
womanly shape was fairly evident beneath them. Large firm breasts pressed out 
her shirt front, and well-rounded hips filled out her pants.

I was  surprised at how physically mature the teenager was. The way her mother 
treated her and the way she was acting you'd swear she was twelve, but her 
body screamed eighteen or more. I was intrigued by her, despite her dirty and 
unkempt appearance.

The rest of the day was spent playing on the computer, trying desperately to 
drown out the shouting next door. I found I spent many an evening doing the 
same, uncomfortable listing to the woman's constant harping. I could only 
imagine what life was like next door, Linda, the mother, screaming, the husband
drinking, and Darcy hiding.

Eventually summer came and school let out. Both Linda and her husband worked 
days, so their daughter was left alone during the day. She quickly gravitated 
to the pool, much to my delight. Free of her grunge and muck, Darcy was all 
woman. I'd found out that she was sixteen through chance meetings on the 
street. She swam almost daily, and my home-based business allowed me to stay 
and watch from the confines of my bedroom. I knew it was taboo, but it felt so
right, lusting after tight teen ass, fantasizing about her huge breasts, one in
my hand the other in my mouth, wanting to taste her young pussy.

She'd wear a full one-piece suit that managed to cover quite a bit of skin, 
much to my displeasure. I had a feeling her mother was jealous, in a way, of 
her daughter's full figure.

One day I was browsing through the clothing store and came across a mannequin 
clad in a tight, revealing bikini. The top was low-cut and showed lots of 
cleavage. The bottom, just barely covered her crotch and was thong backed. 
"Oh," I thought to myself, "To see Darcy in that." I walked on, but couldn't 
get the thought out of my head. Finally I returned and bought a maroon colored 
one. Now how to give it her?

The entire ride home was occupied with alternating thoughts of how to get the 
bikini to Darcy and picturing her in it. Finally I'd struck upon a plan, but I 
just needed the right timing. Darcy's folks usually left around 8:00 in 
morning. She didn't head out to the pool until around 11:00. That gave me some 
time to hide it by the pool with a note "From a secret admirer." I was giddy 
all day long. I was up early to watch her parents leave. At around 10:30, I 
headed into my backyard. The gate to my property and theirs were next to each
other so I slipped over unseen and dropped the package on the lounge chair 
Darcy often used. I was heading back around their house when I froze, hearing 
the garage door open. "Of fucking all days!" I swore under my breath. I could 
here someone running around.

"About time you got up lazy!"

"Sorry."

"Get out of that bathrobe and get dressed. You've got chores to do!"

"But Mom!"

"I don't want to hear it. Where's that yellow folder I brought home?"

"On the table where you left it."

"Don't get smart with me missy. This house better be spotless when we get home!"

I heard a door slam and the car start. I waited about half a minute after 
hearing the garage door shut before moving again. I debated grabbing the 
package, thinking Darcy wouldn't be swimming today, but I figured she'd defy 
her mother eventually.

After sneaking back into my place, I grabbed my usual spot in my room to watch.
A few minutes after 11:00 Darcy appeared. Her face showed signs of crying, and 
my heart really went out to her. She was still in the robe her mother 
mentioned. She immediately spotted the package. She read the letter attached to
it and I could see her smile and look around for it's giver. She tore it open 
and pulled the small pieces of cloth out and examined them. She looked very 
serious. I worried, would she like it? Hate it? Tell her parents? Oh shit, I 
hadn't thought of that. Darcy picked up all the loose wrapping and headed 
inside. After several minutes she returned still clad in her robe. She went to 
the edge of the pool and untied the robe. It fell to the ground and my hopes 
were fulfilled, she was wearing the bikini. It grabbed tightly at every sensual
curve she possessed. Her breasts were pressed together tightly forming a 
massive line of cleavage. Her ass was fully exposed through the thong. The skin
was smooth and supple. Darcy dove into the pool and proceeded to swim for 
several minutes. I couldn't believe how aroused I was. I pulled my swollen 
member from my shorts to ease the pressure. I began stroking it base to tip as 
I'd often had watching her swim and sunbathe. Finally she emerged from the 
water and laid out on her stomach to enjoy the desert sun. The sight of her 
nearly naked ass was driving me wild. I pumped my cock harder and harder, 
imagining I was fucking the teen doggie style.

My climax was approaching, I could feel my load rising from my balls. Suddenly 
she rolled over, apparently having had enough on her backside. With one arm 
draped over her eyes to shield them from the bright sun, Darcy took her hand 
and slid it down under the panties of her suit. I could clearly make out the 
soft, gentle stroking motion as she took to fingers and rubbed them up and down
over her clit. Her hand pressed further and further down, pulling her panties 
lower. I'd catch glimpses of her soft sandy brown pubic hair as her hands got 
more and more frantic. She was hungry for her orgasm, I could see it in her 
face. I was too. Soon her hips were bucking and my hand was slapping my cock 
frantically. My balls tensed and soon my white seed was spilling over my hand 
and splattering upon the window. I collapsed into my chair to watch Darcy 
finish masturbating. Her legs clenched tightly around her hand, her ass raised 
high and her mouth agape in pleasure. She waited there a few minutes before 
gathering herself, her robe and her towel up and went inside. I too needed to 
clean up. I'd never imagined what had just transpired ever would, but I was 
ever so thankful it did.

The next three days went about the same way, the new access to her crotch after
swimming made her a self-fucking slut. After a few days of watching, I decided
she needed some sunglasses, so I got some and left them for her. Now she could 
go at her teenage pussy with both hands. She'd pull one leg up as she drove 
her other hand into her hungry pussy.

Soon I found myself leaving her other gifts of more swim wear, each outfit 
skimpier than the last. Eventually she was in a see-through bikini outfit that 
hid nothing. Her nipples were firm and her areolas dark and huge. Eventually 
swim wear wasn't enough. I left out erotic stories I'd written for her, books on
sex, and then lingerie. She'd never wear it outdoors, but I'd catch glimpses of
her through the windows in the various body stockings and teddies I'd given her.

My lust for her was growing by the day. I didn't feel dirty or wrong in my 
feelings, I just wanted her. I spent many hours debating and deciding, how to 
let her know it was me that sent the gifts and that I could do so much more to 
her than her hands ever could. What I needed was a plan.

[Continued in darcy2.txt]

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