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Brandy (Chapter 1)ChangesBrandy was a little dizzy from the three beers she drank by the time she got home. It wasn’t that late, but she had classes tomorrow. She had to go out and celebrate her eighteenth birthday, the date too important. Her parents were asleep as she crept silently up the stairs to her bedroom. She opened her door and saw the lights on in the bedroom next door, her heart stopping as it suddenly popped into her head. It had been a long time, but it seemed almost like yesterday.She was only f0urteen at the time, but she had a crush on Michael Johnston, her next-door neighbor. He was married, with two small c***dren, now seven and nine. He was in his mid forties, but that made little difference to Brandy. She loved him and made plans to seduce him. It was a night just like this four years ago when she put her plan into action. When she was sure that he was in his bedroom, she turned on her lights, all of them, so it burned brightly in her room. She stood in front of the window, turning sideways so she wasn’t so blatant. She took off her sweater first, slowly drawing it up over her stomach until it passed over her bra. She pulled it off and threw it to the floor, stretching her arms high in the air, arching her back to thrust out her breasts. She just got ready to slide her shorts down her legs when the lights next door went black as the blinds were drawn down. Her heart sunk at this defeat.She performed this ritual almost daily for the next month each time she saw the lights. Each time she was disappointed with the same response, the blinds closed before she could complete the ritual. She stopped after that, but türbanlı escort almost yearly, she would try again, each time suffering the same defeat. It had been almost two years since she did it last. Her longing for Michael had not gone away; in fact, it had strengthened as she grew older. She was still babysitting his c***dren, both girls even though most girls her age were working at regular jobs. It was her way of seeing him and making sure he saw her.She hated boys her age. She went out with them, but all they were interested in was getting into her pants for their pleasure only. Not like a real man, wanting to pleasure his woman, taking her to new heights each time they made love. She yearned for Michael to teach her to be a woman. To make her a woman and take her innocence from her.She understood how Michael had rejected her back then. She wore a bra, but it was a training bra, little more than bumps beneath it, her nipples just tiny brown tips. Her hips were still blooming back then, her ass not even formed. She was just a spindly, awkward girl. No wonder he closed the blinds so quick. The beer buzz gave her the nerve to do it. She would try again. She turned on her lights, even her nightstand lights until they were all on. She stood in front of the window, facing the long mirror on the stand. She looked at her reflection; nothing like it was four years ago. She pulled the cashmere sweater up over her black bra, a woman’s full breasts in a lacy bra reflecting back in the mirror. She raised her arms high up in the air, pushing them behind her as she arched her breasts provocatively. She türbanlı escort bayan could feel the excitement in her breasts, her nipples hardening, the pointed tips visible beneath the sheer bra. Her hand went to her flat stomach, sliding until she found the zipper of her skirt. In a second, it lay on her feet, her hands running over her full hips and over her ass as she posed in the window. Her heart stopped beating as the light went out, but the blinds never closed. She turned to face the window, standing in her sexy bra and panties; sure that Michael was still there in the darkness. Was he finally seeing me as a woman?She turned and walked toward her bathroom, able to feel the way her hips and ass undulated sensuously, feeling Michael’s eyes following her every movement. She closed the door, leaning against the closed door as she tried to regain her breathing. Michael had seen her in her bra and panties. She was sure of that. It would be so much different the next time she babysat for him. Would he say something to me? Will I be able to see it in his eyes? She took a hot shower, her fingers rubbing over her nipples until she felt the familiar tingle between her legs. One hand slid down, running up and down her slit, finding her clit hard and sensitive as her fingertip rubbed it back and forth. She spread her legs as if it were Michael demanding it of her, her finger moving quicker as she imagined him looking at her, as she stood naked in front of him. She never came so hard as she did that night, luckily the noise of the shower masking her loud orgasm. When she came out into her bedroom, escort türbanlı her bathrobe covering her from her neck almost to her knees, the blinds across the way was closed. She closed her blinds and got into bed.Brandy came home early for the next week, almost every night she would undress in the window down to her bra and panties. Most nights the light would go out, but the blinds would stay up next door. It was at this time that Brandy would strip down to her bra and panties, slower, as though she was doing a strip tease for Michael, as though he was instructing her on what to do.It was Friday night, this time Brandy was sure that she saw something. It was a red light that flickered, then she could almost make out a green light in the bedroom across the way. She caught a flicker of something reflecting the bright moon, almost like a mirror. She was sure that he was watching her, staring at her, desiring her. She took off her blouse slower, the buttons opening one at a time as she stared out the window, pulling it back to reveal her skimpy bra, arching her back so brazenly as she slipped the blouse off her shoulders. The jeans were harder, Brandy bending over as she slid them down her hips, her breasts dangling erotically, the bra barely able to contain the quivering flesh. She shook her ass as she shucked off the skin-tight jeans, her ass aimed out the window, giving Michael quite a view. She stood up slowly, her back to the window, pulling her panties tight over her buttocks. God, was she horny as she finally went into the bathroom, closing the door and throwing off all of her clothes until she was naked and in the shower, her fingers dancing all over her body as she brought herself off. She imagined it was Michael sitting in a chair and watching her as she slowly stripped naked for him. She could almost feel his fingers between her legs, stroking her slowly until he found her virginity. She came before he went any farther.

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