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A Lovely View

... “what the hell,” Cloe started waving, too. After a couple seconds, the boy’s eyes locked on them and he froze, jerking back a little. But instead of running, he put his hand through his hair with his left hand and waved sheepishly with his right. Cloe’s heart was pounding in her chest as she and Wakaura giggled again. “Nice dick,” Wakaura whispered, annunciating very clearly and giving two thumbs up. After a moment, Cloe raised one of her thumbs, too. The boy hung his head bashfully and Cloe thought that he was blushing. “Want to return the favor?” Wakaura asked and Cloe shot a glance to her friend, who didn’t look back. Her eyes were still on the boy. “Like how?” “Let’s show him our boobs,” Wakaura said, giggling. “I don’t really HAVE boobs,” Cloe said, frowning and looking back at the view. It was true. Cloe suspected that her Asian parentage had something to do with it, that and her age, but she barely wore an A sized cup. This was at odds with Wakaura, who, being Native American, had no such problem. Of course, her friend was also chubbier and taller than Cloe, who had become very tired of the “you need to eat more” type of comments that everyone gave her. “Oh, come on,” Wakaura said, elbowing her friend. “I think he’s about to leave. Let’s make sure he stays!” Grabbing the bottom of her blue shirt, Wakaura pulled up it and her bra in one fluid motion. Shocked by the brazenness of her friend, Cloe could do nothing but stare at the exposed nipples for a few seconds. ...

... Although they’d had discussions about their bodies before, Cloe had never seen her friend topless before, and she found herself thinking that the tits were even bigger than she’d thought they’d be. They hung down and shook a bit when Wakaura giggled in excitement. Fighting down her jealousy, and not about to be outdone, Cloe lifted her own shirt and bra, once again focusing her attention on the boy across the street. “That got his attention,” Wakaura noted, and indeed it seemed that it had. The boy’s eyes had gone wide and his mouth was open a crack. He gave a tentative look behind him—probably checking that the door was closed or something—and gave them a thumbs up with his left hand. “Holy crap, look at what he’s doing,” Cloe whispered. The boy had grabbed the shaft of penis with his right hand and was slowly stroking it up and down. “He’s jacking off for us!” Wakaura squealed, and Cloe swallowed, watching in wonder. The boy’s other hand had grasped his balls and were playing with them. She thought briefly of lowering her shirt, but was afraid to move. She didn’t want him to stop. Vaguely, she was aware of how hard her nipples had become, reacting both to the stimulant in front of her and to the slightly cold glass that was a mere two inches away from her flesh. The boy must have also moved closer to the window because the tip of his penis brushed against the window every now and then as he masturbated. Although the dick wasn’t as… cute… as she’d expected them to be, there was ...