A time and place for everything!
We sit in the floor. The binocs are so close. Oh man, just one more look…….
“Not one word about this or I’ll tear your fucking tongue out.” Even though we’re drinking soda, he’s very serious. (He doesn’t say fuck that often).
“So, how long has this been happening?
“Week after school started, I notice movement the corner of my eye. Couldn’t tell what it was, I shut the light off. I thought, “My God, is she stripping?’, so I go down and get the binoc. By the time I get back, she’s got her bra off. Then she starts to do herself. I kept saying to myself, ‘this can’t be happening. This is suburbia, not Manhattan.”
“Is she pretty?”
“Look for yourself, nosy. I think she’s cute, but she wears too much makeup. Her hair is great. And her choice of underwear is kinda interesting.”
I just can’t believe I’m seeing this. “Um…Steve…….
“Yea, when you come over on Thursdays for music, we can take a peek, but not too long. This isn’t the downtown porn theater. There’s no rhyme or reason when she starts. I guess it just depends if she’s horny.”
“What did you mean………’doing herself?”
He’s shocked. “You know when girls get horny, they touch themselves, like guys do.”
I’m flummoxed, WHAT??. He throws his head backroars with laughter. “Oh my God, you don’t know. Your fucking father never told you! Alright, let’s go to the music room. When I woke up today, I had no idea I’d be telling a seventh grader about the birds and the bees!”