The Love Shared - Sex Stories

The Love Shared

************** As Always, Leave a Comment Below and Let Me Know What You Thought. **************** When you have a boring family like mine, you get creative. I'm not sure if it happens with everyone, but creativity hits you when you are at the very peak of boredom. Being fifteen in a neighbourhood like this one, you get to spend a lot of your time staring out of the window, especially when Fayes home. Faye was a girl that lived in the house opposite, and her family was almost the same ratio as my own, except for the fact that I had a nine year old sister. She lived with her parents and went to the same school as I did, though she was in the same year as me, we never communicated. Only exchanging the occasional hello/how are you whenever we passed in the street. She didn't know it, and thank god, but she was my hobby. I would spend countless evenings sitting at the far end of my darkened bedroom, staring through my telescopic lens at her in her bedroom. She would spend most of her nights sat on her bed, either talking on the phone or using it to text. I had a perfect view of her from here, and I always silently thanked what ever force it was that was at work in keeping me undetected. My mother was a pretty good woman, a hard working house wife that was in her mid-thirties. Dad was the bread winner, working long hours doing who knows what at an office located who knows where. My sister was an annoyance, but she always kept out of my room, so she wasn't all bad. As I began to ...

... discover my hormones I noticed that my mothers were at a high level and my Dad's were not. I could sometimes see the frustration in her eyes whenever he dragged his ass through the door, slumped down onto the couch and halfway through a beer; fall asleep. She would do what she could to pamper herself and make herself look appealing, curling her long brown hair and taking at least an hour to do her make up, but the only thing he had his eyes on were the back of his own skull whilst snoozing on the couch. Faye was a beautiful red head, with a figure that would make a man cry himself to sleep to only then dream of being able to touch a body like hers. She was perfect in all the right areas, but then that may just be my hormones speaking. Her mother wasn't too bad either, also a red head. In fact, I think her Dad was too. It was a good job Faye came out red haired, any other colour and her Dad might have been walking. I remember this night in particular as the beginning of the rest of my life, I was sat in my usual spot peering through my lens when I saw Faye walk into her bedroom, and immediately I noticed the change. She was blonde! She had died her damn hair and I couldn't make up my mind whether I liked it or not. I had spent months staring at her and fantasising about the things I would do to her, the thought of shooting my cum-load into her flaming red hair had even came to mind at some point. The red locks were one of the things that separated her from the other bimbo's at ...