"I want to fuck you like an animal…"

Jesus Christ on a crutch. I just felt my clit pulse twice. When my ears absorbed those lyrics, I pictured a naked Ashley on top of me, gently touching my body. I could physically feel those lips caressing my neck, that thick tongue of hers running down the middle of my breasts and down she goes… Damn it! My breathing is becoming fast again, I really need to shut that damn radio off.

I suddenly regain normal feelings in my arms and legs again so I slowly sit up on my bed and search for the radio’s remote. I can’t find it in the total darkness of course so I force my lazy ass up off the bed. When I reach my dresser, I shut off the radio and surprisingly, I didn’t go back for my bed. Instead, I walked over to a very large window that was a few feet in front of my bed. I stretched my arms out to open the heavy dark red curtains only to find Ashley’s bedroom window wide open across the yard. I totally forgot that my bedroom was a perfect spot to spy on Ashley in the other house. She was awake obviously because the lights were all on in that house. "I wonder what she’s doing…" I quietly say to myself as I glance at the clock on my dresser. It was 11:36 P.M. She usually doesn’t shut off the lights until 10:30 so I’m curious to why she’s still up. Wait, am I creepy for knowing the exact time she goes to bed? Wow, Spence, I’m totally normal and not obsessed with the girl. Woah, I see sudden movement across my yard. I wonder what she’s doing. In her bedroom, I could see Ashley’s tiny but sexy figure stripping herself of her clothes. My jaw drops a couple hundred feet but that’s okay, my eyes continue to stalk her every move. From this distance, I can tell that she was wearing a tan thong because her area couldn’t be that smooth now…oh wait, it’s definitely her pussy. Eep! Did I just use that word? I’m becoming more perverted the longer Ashley Davies is in my sight. Anyways, I ignored the drool dripping out of the corners of my mouth while my eyes were basically masterbating themselves silly. I could see my breath on my window but I didn’t give a crap. I was watching a very gorgeous brunette undress herself and for some odd reason, she was taking her sweet time. I had no problem with it of course. Wait, what the hell was I doing spying on Ashley for? Oh my god, I’m a freak! But my eyes…they’re stapled to the window, hungrily watching Ashley touch herself as she was deciding what clothes she should wear. ‘Please decide on nothing, for the love of God, please stay naked for me!‘ my perverted self thought. I couldn’t handle this anymore, the region in between my legs was getting hot and wetter by the second. I immediately backed away from the window and pulled my hair as I shut my eyes tightly. "Spencer, get a grip on your sex…er, self! Self!" I shouted miserably as I backed into the corner of my bed. I sit myself down for a minute before I relax myself onto my bed. "I need to do some…’self-evaluation’." I tell myself in a tone I do not even recognize. What this girl was doing to me from so far away was not fair so my perverted self decided to take measures into her own hands. Or into her own fingers…That’s normal, right? Right! I mean…who wouldn’t touch themself thinking about Ashley Davies?