Book 1: MMF Virgin
Book 1: Part 1
The tree house
was so much smaller than Eve remembered. It was three years since
she had been up there. Last year, her dad had talked about pulling
it down, but she had pleaded with him to leave it be. It held so
many happy childhood memories; she couldn't bear the thought of
losing it. She looked down over next door's garden. Her neighbours,
the Browns, had added a conservatory eighteen months ago. She could
see directly in to it from her vantage point. They would probably
have objected to the tree house being put up if they'd had the
conservatory back then. She was eleven when her dad built it. Could
that really be seven years ago? It had been her favourite place in
the whole world - somewhere she could escape from mum and dad, and
their constant nagging. Her fondest memories were of those days
when she and Jack, the Brown's son, were in the tree house
together. They would talk for hours about everything under the sun.
Sometimes, they would discuss what they wanted to do when they were
older. Jack had wanted to be a professional footballer - like most
young boys of that age - he hadn't made the grade. Eve had wanted
to be an author, but she hadn't written anything for over two years
now. Jack was one year older than Eve, and still lived next door.
She saw him most days, and they always said hello, and occasionally
stopped to chat. Eve had fancied Jack for as long as she could
remember. She had never told him, and she thought he had only ever
seen her as a friend.
This week had
been the shitest ever. Yesterday, her best friend, Cathy, had told
her she was moving to the other side of the country. Then today,
Eve had found out she hadn't made the short list for the job that
she had applied for at the local library. She had hoped sitting in
the tree house might cheer her up, but if anything it had made her
feel worse. She kept remembering the good times she had spent up
there - most of them with Jack. She was on the point of going back
into the house when she noticed movement in the conservatory next
door - it was Jack - he sat at a table just inside the French
doors.
The windows in
the tree house were no more than small rectangular slits cut into
the walls. No one could see her from below, so she continued to
stare down at Jack. There was a laptop on the glass topped table in
front of him. He started to type and move the mouse around the
table. He was in his first year at the local college, taking a
course in media studies. Eve assumed he must be doing homework.
After a few minutes, he pushed back his chair, and stood up. She
expected him to walk back into the house, but instead, she watched
in disbelief as his hands went to the waist band of his trousers.
He undid the button, pulled down the zipper, and let his trousers
fall to his feet. What the hell was he doing? He sat back down
again. Eve watched as his hand moved beneath the table. That's when
the penny dropped. He was watching porn and masturbating. The rear
of the Brown's house was bordered on all sides by a tall fence. The
garden backed onto a field, so there was no way for anyone to see
into the conservatory - except from the tree house. Jack would know
the tree house was never used, so he wouldn't be concerned about
anyone seeing him.
Eve's pulse was
racing. Try as she might, she could not see his hand below the
table. More disappointing was that she could not see his cock. What
wouldn't she give to see it - or better still - to touch it. She
moved her legs apart, and reached underneath her skirt. Her fingers
pulled aside her panties, and rubbed her clit as she watched his
hand moving faster and faster. What a waste of a good erection -
she could have done so much with it. Her fingers rubbed faster as
she imagined taking his hard cock into her mouth - deep, deeper
until she had taken every last inch. Still rubbing her clit, she
moved her other hand underneath her skirt, and started to finger
herself. She imagined it was
Book 1: Part 1
The tree house
was so much smaller than Eve remembered. It was three years since
she had been up there. Last year, her dad had talked about pulling
it down, but she had pleaded with him to leave it be. It held so
many happy childhood memories; she couldn't bear the thought of
losing it. She looked down over next door's garden. Her neighbours,
the Browns, had added a conservatory eighteen months ago. She could
see directly in to it from her vantage point. They would probably
have objected to the tree house being put up if they'd had the
conservatory back then. She was eleven when her dad built it. Could
that really be seven years ago? It had been her favourite place in
the whole world - somewhere she could escape from mum and dad, and
their constant nagging. Her fondest memories were of those days
when she and Jack, the Brown's son, were in the tree house
together. They would talk for hours about everything under the sun.
Sometimes, they would discuss what they wanted to do when they were
older. Jack had wanted to be a professional footballer - like most
young boys of that age - he hadn't made the grade. Eve had wanted
to be an author, but she hadn't written anything for over two years
now. Jack was one year older than Eve, and still lived next door.
She saw him most days, and they always said hello, and occasionally
stopped to chat. Eve had fancied Jack for as long as she could
remember. She had never told him, and she thought he had only ever
seen her as a friend.
This week had
been the shitest ever. Yesterday, her best friend, Cathy, had told
her she was moving to the other side of the country. Then today,
Eve had found out she hadn't made the short list for the job that
she had applied for at the local library. She had hoped sitting in
the tree house might cheer her up, but if anything it had made her
feel worse. She kept remembering the good times she had spent up
there - most of them with Jack. She was on the point of going back
into the house when she noticed movement in the conservatory next
door - it was Jack - he sat at a table just inside the French
doors.
The windows in
the tree house were no more than small rectangular slits cut into
the walls. No one could see her from below, so she continued to
stare down at Jack. There was a laptop on the glass topped table in
front of him. He started to type and move the mouse around the
table. He was in his first year at the local college, taking a
course in media studies. Eve assumed he must be doing homework.
After a few minutes, he pushed back his chair, and stood up. She
expected him to walk back into the house, but instead, she watched
in disbelief as his hands went to the waist band of his trousers.
He undid the button, pulled down the zipper, and let his trousers
fall to his feet. What the hell was he doing? He sat back down
again. Eve watched as his hand moved beneath the table. That's when
the penny dropped. He was watching porn and masturbating. The rear
of the Brown's house was bordered on all sides by a tall fence. The
garden backed onto a field, so there was no way for anyone to see
into the conservatory - except from the tree house. Jack would know
the tree house was never used, so he wouldn't be concerned about
anyone seeing him.
Eve's pulse was
racing. Try as she might, she could not see his hand below the
table. More disappointing was that she could not see his cock. What
wouldn't she give to see it - or better still - to touch it. She
moved her legs apart, and reached underneath her skirt. Her fingers
pulled aside her panties, and rubbed her clit as she watched his
hand moving faster and faster. What a waste of a good erection -
she could have done so much with it. Her fingers rubbed faster as
she imagined taking his hard cock into her mouth - deep, deeper
until she had taken every last inch. Still rubbing her clit, she
moved her other hand underneath her skirt, and started to finger
herself. She imagined it was
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