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Cleo - 1
by Charles Dick (frg72001@yahoo.com)

***

A glimpse of panty on a cool fall day leads to some 
more interesting activity between a boy and his 
neighbour. (mf-teens, youths, exh, voy, mast)

***

Cleo, my next door neighbour, got herself into some 
kind of minor trouble the year before. Not a police 
matter. Apparently she stayed out 'way late with a 
couple of girlfriends and come home smelling of 
cigarette smoke. So her parents grounded her and then 
transferred her to an exclusive private school where 
they were pretty strictly watched and had to wear 
uniforms.

It was the uniform I liked. She wore one of those 
short plaid skirts and white knee socks, which left a 
lot of nice tanned leg showing. On top, she wore a 
white blouse, short snug tunic and a red bow tie.

I'd watched her lots of times since she started school 
in the fall. That skirt came down to a couple of 
inches above her knees, and swung loosely and 
interestingly as she walked along. Sometimes, the wind 
kicked it up, revealing more of her well-tanned 
thighs, and leaving me wondering about wasn't 
uncovered.

Her blouse and tunic made it plain that her upper body 
was developing in an interesting way too.

One day I came home and found her sitting on her 
porch, head propped on her hands, elbows on bare 
tanned knees.

"Hi," I said, "got a problem?"

"Oh, nothing too drastic," she said, sitting up. "Mom 
had to go out and won't be back until dark. I just 
wish she'd left me a key."

Shivering, she showed me a piece of notepaper as a 
cool breeze ruffled her short brown hair and the loose 
folds of her skirt. Her knees drifted apart as she 
folded her arms over her chest.

As she sat on the top step, my eyes were on a level 
with her knees. The gap between her thighs widened, 
and my gaze naturally fell into her crotch.

And a very interesting view it encountered.

She wore sheer pale pink panties that showed the 
shadow of a broad dark patch of pubic hair. I could 
practically make out the individual curly hairs. Those 
panties were very brief, being a small triangle held 
up with a mere thong of elastic. I doubted they were 
regulation with the uniform.

I jerked my eyes up to her heart-shaped face, framed 
in the restless dark hair. She grinned at me.

"Uh, would you like to wait in my house?" I asked. 
“It’ll be warmer than out here.”

"Oh, sure, that would be great," she said, standing up 
and picking up her book bag.

My mother welcomed us and provided hot tea and fresh 
home made chocolate chip cookies, which we ate as we 
watched TV for a while in the rec room. When the show 
ended, Cleo excused herself for a bathroom break.

Coming back, she opened her bag and shoved something 
inside. I caught a glimpse of pink and couldn't help 
thinking it must be her panties.

Now I had to figure out how to get a peek up her skirt 
again.

For some reason, she gave me the opportunity shortly 
after.

"I'm tired of TV," she said. "Let's go up to your room 
and work on our homework."

"Well, okay. But there's not too much room. And only 
one chair."

She shrugged. "That's okay. I don't take up much 
room."

Which wasn't quite accurate. Cleo was the same height 
as I was, just on five feet. Though I guess she was a 
little more compact, not having my broad shoulders. 
Her hips were wide, though, with a narrow waist. Nice.

I offered Cleo the desk chair, but she declined and 
sat on my bed, opening her bag.

"I'm supposed to do a bunch of math for tomorrow," she 
said, pulling out a text and notebook.

"I have to write an essay," I said, turning on my 
computer.

We worked quietly for some time, until I heard her 
sigh and close the text with a snap. Turning, I found 
her sitting cross-legged on the bed.

"All finished?" I asked, before my glance fell to her 
lower reaches.

"Yep," she said, straightening up. She stretched her 
arms over her head, which served to tighten her blouse 
over her breasts at the same time sliding her skirt 
further up her thighs.

I swallowed. My desk lamp lit up the cloth tunnel. 
And, at its apex, her now uncovered pubic hair. She 
had indeed taken off her panties.

"What?" I gasped.

She smiled. "I thought you might be interested when I 
saw you look up my skirt."

"Oh. Uh. Yeah. Sure."

"Want to see anything else?"

"What? Like what?"

"My boobs, of course."

She unclipped her tie and unbuttoned her blouse It was 
a slow process. She seemed to be having trouble with 
the buttons. Her glance went down demurely to watch 
her fingers as they slid one button after another 
though its loop. Then she untucked the tail and held 
it open.

"Shall I go further?"

I gasped. Of course, her matching pink bra covered her 
breasts, but I could see the nipples thrusting against 
the thin cloth.

"I think I'd better close the door first," I 
whispered.

She shook her head. "No, that'll make your Mom think 
we're up to something."

"Okay, if you say so."

“Of course, we will be up to something,” she giggled.

She took the blouse off then leaned forward and 
reached behind her to unclasped the hooks, then lifted 
the cups away.

Her breasts weren't large or heavy, but nicely formed 
cones, tipped with thickened wide purplish aureoles 
and deep red nipples.

"Like them?"

I nodded, licking my lips nervously.

"Okay, now, you've seen my equipment. Let's see 
yours."

"What?"

"Your cock, silly. Let me see it."

"Oh." With shaking hands, I stood up and slid my 
zipper down. Reaching inside, I struggled to pull it 
out of my shorts. It was so hard, I couldn't bend it 
enough to slip through the gap.

Cleo stood up and came over to me. Grasping my pants, 
she pulled them down around my knees and jerked my 
shorts down to join them. My freed cock danced in 
front of her face. She squatted, studied it for a 
moment, then circled its dark purple head with a 
fingertip.

"Very nice. Very nice indeed," she whispered. She 
gripped it firmly in her soft warm hand and squeezed 
gently, then transferred her grasp to my balls. She 
rotated them with her fingers.

After a few moments, she stood up and grinned at me.

"I bet you never thought anything like this would 
happen."

"R-r-right."

She stepped in closer and kissed me full on the mouth, 
her arms wrapped around me. This drew us close 
together and pressed my cock against her skirt. She 
reached down between us, lifted her skirt and pushed 
my cock down so it would slip into her crotch.

I'd never felt anything like that. It was warm and 
moist and her body pressed against me felt firm yet 
yielding. Her tongue suddenly slid into my mouth, to 
push against my teeth and gums.

Then she stepped back.

"You've never kissed a girl before have you."

"N-n-no. Never. Not like that anyway." I had kissed my 
cousin Sharon a few times, mostly on the cheek.

Just then, Mom came upstairs. Flustered, I clumsily 
jerked my pants back up. Cleo calmly buttoned her 
blouse back up and sat back on the bed, with her 
textbook in her lap.

Mom glanced into my room as she passed, then came 
back.

"If your mother isn't back by the time dinner's ready, 
would you like to eat with us?" she asked Cleo.

"Oh sure, that would be great!" she said.

"Okay, then. It'll be ready in about forty-five 
minutes. Do you know where she went?"

"No, she just left a note on the door and said she 
didn't know how long she'd be."

"When does your dad get home?"

"Oh, he's not expected until tomorrow or Saturday."

"Oh. It must make it pretty hard for you to cope when 
he's gone for such long periods of time."

"I guess we're used to it now," Cleo said, shaking her 
head. "At least this time it's only about two weeks, 
not like last winter when he was gone right through 
Christmas because of the weather."

"That must have been pretty awful."

"Yes, it was. But at least then he could stay home for 
a whole month before he had to go out again."

"Oh, that was nice. Anyway, keep an eye out to see if 
she comes, and if not, I'll call you when it's ready."

She went on down the hall to her own room and Cleo 
grinned mischievously at me.

"That gives us a whole lot of time to fool around," 
she whispered. "Just wait until she goes back 
downstairs."

"But what if your Mom comes home?"

She looked puzzled for a moment, then, "I know... I'll 
leave a note for her and tell her I'm having dinner 
here. Then she won't worry, even if she comes home 
soon."

She jumped off the bed and scribbled a note on a piece 
of paper: 'I'm at over Dave's place and I've been 
invited to stay for dinner. See you later.'

She finished the note as Mom went by on her way back 
downstairs.

"I'm going to leave a note for Mom," Cleo said to my 
Mom, waving the piece of paper.

"Oh, good idea."

As Mom's footsteps receded down the stairway, Cleo 
unbuttoned her blouse again, took it off, and pulled 
off her bra, dropping it on the bed. Then she put the 
blouse back on, snatched up her tunic and put it on.

"I'll be right back," she said, as she trotted out of 
my room. Then she turned back. "Why don't you... take 
off some of those clothes while I'm gone?"

"What? Like what?"

"Oh, underwear for instance. Shoes and socks. You 
know, get comfortable." She laughed and retreated down 
the stairs.

My head spun. I meekly started to comply, first with 
the shoes and socks, which I would have to take off 
anyway in order to get my pants off. I wasn't very 
fast though, and had barely gotten my pants back on 
when she came back. My erect cock peered out of my 
fly. Pants and shirt were all I wore now.

Cleo nodded. "That looks better," she said, taking off 
her tunic.

"Now, how should we start," she murmured, as she sat 
on the bed.

She patted the quilt beside her. "Come on, sit with 
me. I won't bite you."

I sat gingerly beside her. She reached over and 
stroked the head of my cock.

"Would you like to touch me?"

I gulped, and nodded.

"Well, help yourself," she smiled.

My hands shook as I reached over and undid her blouse 
buttons. I reached in to cup a warm firm breast. 
Actually, it felt not warm but hot and my hand was so 
shaky and sweaty the flesh wobbled violently.

"Nervous, aren't you?"

"Y-y-yyes!"

Cleo grinned. "I am too, you know. I've never done 
this sort of thing before."

You couldn't prove it by me. She looked so calm and 
collected, not nervous at all. But then I began to 
take more notice of her and could feel her heart 
pounding rapidly under my hand. I traced across the 
silky soft skin of her chest to the other breast, and 
my thumb caressed the hard red nipple there. Cleo 
sighed.

"That feels nice," she murmured. "Do it some more."

I twirled my finger around it and then pinched it 
gently between thumb and forefinger. It was hard, with 
a little opening at the tip, shining redly in the 
lamplight.

This was something I'd dreamed about, looking at the 
wonderful pictures on the internet. How did those 
fleshy mounds actually feel? Now I knew.

Cleo responded by clutching my cock firmly, moving her 
hand back and forth. It felt just as though I was 
jacking off. In fact, it felt an awful lot like I was 
soon going to cum all over her hand and my pants. I 
groaned.

"Does that hurt?" she asked, taking her hand away.

"No," I gasped. "It felt good. Too good, I'm going to 
cum if you're not careful."

"Oh," she said. "I've heard of that. But I've never 
actually seen it. Can I keep it up?"

"Noooo," I sighed.

"Why not?"

"It'll make a mess. It'll go all over the place."

Cleo looked around and spotted a box of tissue. "Could 
you use that?"

It wouldn't have been the first time I'd come into 
tissue. In fact, in my imagination, it had often been 
Cleo who made me cum. How it would work in reality, I 
didn't know. However... 

"Sure," I whispered.

Cleo started to stroke me again, then stopped. "Take 
off your pants," she demanded, reaching for the 
tissue.

Numbly, I stood to let them slide down to my ankles. 
Cleo grabbed a handful of tissue and held the wad in 
front of my cock. She stroked firmly. I collapsed back 
on the bed beside her. I pushed up at her hand as she 
came down, faster and faster, until I just couldn't 
hold back and jerked off. Great gobs of greenish white 
cum spattered into the tissue, until I couldn't 
ejaculate another drop and collapsed onto the quilt, 
panting, my heart pounding.

Cleo sat beside me, held my cock as it wilted, her 
eyes wide, lips parted. She licked her thickened red 
lips.

"Wow!" she whispered. "That's awesome. Wow!"

"It wasn't like anything I've ever felt before 
either," I said as my heart slowed down a little.

Cleo squeezed the last drop off the end of my cock and 
folded the soaked issue then dropped it into my 
wastebasket.

"I never realized what it would be like," she 
whispered. "I love it! I can't wait to do it myself."

"What do you mean?"

"I can't wait to come myself, to find out what it's 
like."

"I don't think girls come like that," I said. I'd read 
enough stories, illicitly, to know boys ejaculated 
while girls might get wet but they never did it that 
way.

"How... how do you know?"

"Reading up on it."

"Oh."

“Uh... I'm surprised you've never done it. I mean... 
you seem to know what you're doing. I... mean... 
well... how come you're doing this?”

We stayed almost motionless for a few minutes. Cleo 
continued to hold my cock, her face creased in a 
frown. Her tongue went back and forth over her lips.

“Um... I don't know. I just... well... I saw you look 
up my skirt. I know you've done that before. I... 
well... I wanted to know what you'd do if I let you 
see everything,” she finally said.

“Oh. And?”

She sighed. “I think I like what we're doing. A lot.”

"I can show you a story about it."

"Oh? Okay."

I struggled up, pulled up my pants and went to my 
bookshelf. Behind some books, I'd secreted a 
bedraggled paperback. I leafed through it to a spot 
I'd read and reread dozens of times.

"Here, read that."

It was only a page and a half and she raced through. 
Her cheeks blushed redder and redder. The blush spread 
down her chest to her breasts, which I wished I could 
hold some more. Perhaps when she finished reading... 

"Do you... do you think you could do it like that?" 
she asked.

I'd pretty well memorized the passage and nodded. "I 
think so. But you'd have to get undressed, I think."

She nodded, "Of course."

She stood up and groped behind her to find the skirt's 
zipper. The skirt dropped to the floor. She slipped 
off her blouse. I wasn't quite prepared for the sight 
of her completely nude; or almost nude, because she 
still had on her shoes and knee high white socks. But 
what I could see was more than enough.

Her tawny skin was heightened by the blush across her 
chest, but my eyes didn't notice that part. Instead, I 
stared openly at her pussy. The plump mound bristled 
with curly dark brown hair. I hadn't known what to 
expect. I remembered seeing Sharon's pussy year's ago, 
when we were little, and remembered it as merely a 
shiny red flap at the bottom of her belly.

Cleo... well, Cleo's flap was shiny and red, but 
mostly concealed behind the hair. Her soft belly was 
marked by a red wrinkled band around her waist where 
the skirt had clung tightly.

If her panties had left any mark lower down, it had 
faded by now, a couple of hours after she'd taken them 
off. I still couldn't understand why she'd done that, 
despite what she said. At the moment, I didn't care 
either.

"Lay down," I said roughly.

I knelt beside her and fondled her breasts, then, 
shakily reached down to that soft pile of hair. I felt 
her quiver, a quiver that echoed my own. My twitching 
fingers traced a weird course through the hair, along 
the cleft, into her crotch. She hesitated as I tried 
to push between her legs, then relaxed and spread her 
thighs.

I followed the line of little hairs along the groove, 
as far into her crotch as I could reach, then back and 
forth along it. I pressed more and more firmly until 
one fingertip slid inside.

I didn't know quite what to expect. I found the inside 
wet and slippery with a warm oily fluid. I explored 
around inside that wet cave and encountered a hard, 
hot lump toward the front.

Cleo gasped as I touched it. "Oooh! Yes, yes! Gently! 
Yessss."

I caressed that knot gently, and then worked on her 
breasts with my other hand. The knot, I realized, must 
be the clitoris I'd read about. I yearned to take a 
look at it, but for now I concentrated on what I was 
doing.

"Use your mouth," she whispered. "Like the book."

"Oh, yeah." I recalled that in the book, the man had 
suckled the woman's breasts, He'd nipped at her with 
his teeth, and sometimes kissed her on the mouth, or 
her pussy.

I started on the nipples. I squeezed one with my lips, 
then my teeth. My tongue flipped over its tip.

Cleo sighed and shivered her breath became erratic. I 
kissed her on the lips, then moved back to her 
breasts. I wasn't sure I wanted to kiss her pussy. I 
knew that it wasn't anything unusual. But I wasn't 
sure enough of myself to do it. Not yet, anyway. I 
resolved to read the book some more.

Cleo writhed under me. Her her abdomen rolled from 
side to side and up and down. She gasped and groaned 
softly.

"Ohhhh, yes! Yes, keep it up. Don't stop now! Oh! 
Ohhh! OhOhOHOHHH. Yess! AHHHHH!"

She thumped up and down, stronger and stronger, then 
arched her back. She supported herself on the back of 
her neck and her heels. The frantic movement knocked 
her book bag to the floor. I hoped Mom didn’t come to 
see what was going on. Then Cleo collapsed back, and 
up again, up and down, and finally collapsed to lay 
motionless, my hand clamped between her thighs, still 
in her pussy.

A bead of sweat stood out on her forehead. Her eyes, 
squeezed hard shut, slowly rotated under her lids. She 
gasped in a shaky breath, suddenly, and seemed to 
collapse into the quilt.

Her legs gradually relaxed and I started to pull my 
hand away.

She shook her head. "No. Leave it there for a while. I 
like that. Touch my clit again."

I found her clit had subsided and had to explore 
around with a fingertip to find it again. As I touched 
it, she jerked and gasped.

"Yes! Leave it there now."

I knelt there beside her and became aware of a lot of 
sensations. Firstly, there was the warm girl-smell 
made up of soap, sweat, perhaps a deodorant, powder, 
and shampoo. When I leaned over her torso, I could 
feel her warmth. Her skin, under my free hand, was 
smooth and silky-soft. With her on her back, her 
breasts seemed to have collapsed into her chest. At 
any rate, they didn't look as big as when she stood 
up. The blush across her chest subsided as I looked 
her over. It remained on her cheeks.

I reached up and brushed the sweat off her forehead 
and she smiled delightedly.

"That was absolutely nothing like I expected," she 
murmured. "It was wonderful. Oh, yes!"

Her legs relaxed apart and she nodded. "You can stop 
that now, for a while."

She rolled onto her side and curled around my knees. 
She reached up, unfastened my pants and pulled them 
down to gaze at my partly erect cock.

Then she smiled up at me. "The rest of that story... 
do you think we should do that too?"

I was saved having to answer... even though I'm afraid 
I'd have said 'yes', when Mom called up that dinner 
was ready.

"Damn," she murmured, as I called that we'd be there 
in a minute.

"Are you going to put your underwear back on?" she 
asked.

"I... don't know. Are you?"

She shook her head. "No. Just my blouse and skirt."

As I stood up and automatically pulled my zipper up, 
she rolled into a sitting position and grinned at me.

"Good for you. That'll make it quicker to get going 
again after dinner."

But, of course, we couldn't get going again later. 
Cleo's mother arrived just as we finished the main 
course, and joined us for a bite to eat too. And, when 
we finished the meal, she took Cleo home with her.

Cleo ran upstairs to get her bag and tunic, and winked 
at me with a wide, toothy grin, saying as they left, 
"See you later," with emphasis on the "See."

To be continued...

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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