Monica Gift » Episode 1

Monica Gift was barely eighteen by a week and two days. With long dark brown hair and piercing green eyes, she was the envy of every girl in her upcoming graduating class. Those who noticed her, that is. Her thick-rimmed glasses made her appear nerdy to some, but she loved the geek look even if she was the furthest thing from it. She did have contacts, and now and then she wore those to get noticed more. Always not, iced, mind you, but without the gla,sses she was Goddess-level sexy. She often laughed that she was Wonder Woman. Diana Prince with the glasses, hot ass Amazon without. Guys tended to agree and hope she might tie them up with her magic lasso.

Petite in build, weighing barely 110 pounds and standing at 5’3 she maintained the stares of every guy alive. Those who noticed. She played naïve and introverted most days. Solely by choice to mess with their heads. If they only knew the true Monica. Her perfect smile was a favorite among those she shared it with. Her equally perfect flesh of a golden hue added to her charm. She was a dream come true. When she let them notice. Drabby clothes one day, something sexy the next. Jekyll and Hyde syndrome!

Silky legs that led to painted toenails of bright pink, her almost always chosen color, she was a girly girl inside and out. Complimenting her body were a pair of massive 36D breasts. Round smoky areolas contained staggeringly daring nipples that refused to ever go down. Her pussy perfection in its bright pink recesses was shrouded by narrow lips. The finest of landing strips leading into Paradise Island. Zero tan lines due to a wide-open, unshaded backyard, she dominated the property whenever she could get away with lying out nude. Pretty often, when her parent Aaron and Charlot, were seldom home on weekends. Their jobs often kept them busy. Aahad ran his own software busineandaaan nd nd ss, Charlowas tte an antiques expert who loved shopping for deals. Monica’s life was pretty much her own to live. The Jenna Ortega lookalike knew she had it all. She would make them notice. It was long overdue.

A loner by choice led to many adventures of secrecy. She loved the thrill of exhibition. The risk of being seen. Worshipped. Drooled over. It consumed her life. More so as the months go by. Since age fifteen she discovered her desire for freedom, wanting to be observed by any who might strike her fancy. Yet, she never truly exhibited it in depth until the eve of her sixteenth birthday. One special night indeed. This particular night her neighbors viewed her masturbating while her parents were out for the evening. Every weekend they had active plans. This gave her plenty of free time to be mischievous. Oh, yes there were boys. She got off letting her neighbor men see her getting hammered in her very own bed. Houses were close enough that her next-door neighbor’s upstairs windows provided the perfect angles to see her. She would leave her bedroom window wide open, her curtains billowing in the breeze in the weeks thereafter. The ligwere hts brightly displaying every inch of her body. Her toys were few at first but widely used. Boys when they were bold enough. Her voice echoes through many a night.

For years now her neighbor Ryan Quinones and his friends would sit in the dark observing her. She knew they were there in the living room of Ryan’s home, or upstairs in his bedroom looking down. What they didn’t know was that Ryan’s own father also observed her from his upstairs bedroom window which was by far the best seat in the house. She ignored them, letting them think she and her boys, her toys, were all alone in the world.

As the last month or so went by, h, e r shows became more often. Her neighbors are becoming more and more friendly toward her. Ryan and his buddies Shane and Holden would even walk her home but never quite had the balls to hit on her. She preferred older boys anyway. Even at fifteen she dared to fuck twenty-one-year-old guys from around the surrounding towns. Meeting many uptown on the square where the Summer by youth flocked on weekends. That is until Ryan and the boys recently got cars and jobs that changed their world. Now she tended to walk home from school alone. It was odd, like Ryan and his compadres, the youth of Summer seemed too shy to hit on her. Even more shy to admit to watching her for fear that she might run from them. She was out of their league in their naïve minds.

Ryan’s father and his own set of friends would sneak about in the dark to capture her moans of pleasure. Fortunately, Ryan’s father, Brock Quin, was a widower. There was no wife nor girlfriend to be unfaithful toward. He just raised his two boys. Isis Ryan is still at home, and Kyle is off at college in Tallahassee.

Brock would keep his eyes glued to her bedroom below every chance he could in hopes of seeing more of her. She even caught him jerking off a number of times. She would escalate her cries of ecstasy to accommodate him. Then act as if she never knew he was there. Ryan and Holden had even gone as far as to take a kitchen chair to stand on outside her bedroom window. The distance between them and her was only 12 feet. She saw their silhouettes, heard their barely audible whispers. Let them enjoy me, she would squeal in delight.

On yet another occasion she spotted Brock upstairs videotaping her with a camcorder. She gave him her best show yet. Every hole abused! Even at fifteen she was fascinated by her anus. Nowadays, she goes so far as having a dildo in her pussy and a vibrator in her ass. That show was recent, only a week ago. They never touched her. It was purely for show. Neither party objected. She felt safe that they would keep their distance. Even though she would not have objected if they had climbed in through her window and taken her. Still, the show would forever go on.

Now that eighteen had snuck up on her she was a legal option, not that she ever stressed over that. Most boys, most men, did not give a shit how old she really was. It was consensual. Even if she had only been eighteen for a mere week and a quarter now at least it settled a few nerves on her future lover’s part. Odd that she resisted any real boyfriend, preferring variety. In her mind, it was time to up the game. She recalled a few weeks back that Ryan had become a pizza delivery driver. This lonely Friday night would become a test of his longstanding desires. While not once in knowing one another did she hint that he could sleep with her, Monica did indeed think of Ryan. He had shot up like a weed and was pretty stud these days. Nothing like his brother Kyl, though, now Kyle, Monica wanted badly. The problem with Kyle being in college meant a month in between visits. It never failed; Monica had a date or hookup when Kyle decided to show. Such is life!

Monica had been running around in her underwear, which consisted of a bright red set of lacey bra and G-string. This strolling about the house led to every light on, every window open. She even noticed that cars driving by her home were moving more slowly or better yet, coming to a halt just to capture a glance. She loved it.

This night she knew there was no chance of her parents coming home. They had flown to Vegas for their anniversary. Monica had no other family in town. The few boyfriends she had procured over the years were long gone. She dated occasionally but usually lost interest quickly. She loved sex but she preferred the teasing more. Most ex-boyfriends were shy and a little too reserved to meet her inner demons. Not only that, but most were too old to just show up here and risk their parents’ wrath. It would take a text invitation to lure out the selection process. In her mind, he needed lovers closer to home. No car of her own it was tiresome relying on others to drive long distances to see her. Hottest pussy in smalltown Florida or not. Her thrill ride needed a jumpstart, a more rooted in-town approach to making men desire her.

If all went right, tonight Ryan would get an eyeful up close. Depending on his actions, she might be persuaded to increase her erotic impulses. As often as Ryan, his father, and his friends had fantasized over her, she knew they wanted more but just couldn’t go for it. “Fine! I’ll make the first move. Slackers!”

Dialing the pizza parlor that Ryan worked at, she proceeded to order a large cheese pizza and a bottle of water. Once on the phone, though, she realized it would sound like a setup rather than a surprise if she requested that he deliver it. Fidgeting she decided the risk was that much more fun. If it wasn’t Ryan, it would most likely be another boy. She bit her nail, smiling over the possibilities. She had no clue who else worked for that particular pizza parlor. Guys from school had jobs too so maybe one of them. There were a few hot guys that she teased but not once fucked. That needed to change. Monica really didn’t care who saw her. She just wanted to be seen. Possibly more!

Hanging up she decided to jump on her laptop computer and get online. Entering a chatroom, she quickly got overwhelmed by the male obsession. After ten minutes, she turned on the interior webcam and let seven men see her in her bra and panties. Prompted by several to stand up and show off her body she complied. Giggling she caressed her body front and back, patting her butt cheeks for her own pleasure. “Maybe I should become a Chaturbate floosy. Naaa! Privacy would suck with mom home during the week unless she’s antiquing with friends. Dad probably wouldn’t care, it’s not like he hasn’t seen me run around in my undies here. Heck, if I let him, he’d probably ask for lap dances.” She snickered. “I’m good in this chatroom for now. It amazes me that the web still has these; things are more Twitter and Instagram these days. Even more, these guys watching me have no idea how old I am. I may be 18 but I look 16 still. It might be hilarious to tell them I