Sitting in her picture window, her knees pulled up with her notebook resting on her knees, pencil eraser resting on her lower lip, Collette stared out her window, see nothing, but her eyes rested on the window across the alley. She was trying to write a song, but all that she could think about was that boy who lived next door. The one whose window she was staring at. Suddenly his stereo came on and the room was cast in an eerie and hypnotic glow, complete with transient strobeing lights.The lights danced along his face as he came to stand in front of the window, casually. He hadn't noticed her yet. She dropped her eyes to her notebook, but couldn't stop her eyes from drifting back up to watch him.
And then he slid his shirt off. The spikes under his skin were intriguing and she found herself wanting very badly to run her hands long the bare skin of his back. Lette swallowed hard, her tongue darting out to lick her suddenly dry lips. Instead she ended up licking the pencil eraser. She brought the pencil away from her face, letting it rest against her collar bone. She expected him to look up at her anytime now and either yell at her, or something. But he hadn't. Long fingers moved down to his waistband of his jeans. Lette knew she should look away, but she couldn't and didn't want to. The top button flicked open. The zipper was parted, and he turned away from her. Still she couldn't move her pale blue eyes away from his figure illuminated by the pulsing lights matching her racing pulse. Slowly, inch by inch, the jeans slid down his muscular frame.
He turned around. Her breath caught and she started, eyes widening they took in his entire presence. She had seen naked boys before, but nothing like this, none that had ever turned her on like this....boy did. Again, she swallowed hard, her eyes moving up his body as he moved to the window. She met his burgandy eyes with a sense of wonderment. Caught.
His smirk made her feel...dirty. But not in a totally unwelcome way. She was embarrassed that she had been caught, but what else had he expected her to do with a show like this? And then it clicked. He knew the whole fucking time. He knew she was watching him the entire fucking time. And something clicked at his words and wink, "Like what you see?"
He expected her to blush and shrink away like the virginal girl he assumed her to be. True she was a virgin, but that was sooo not the point. Lette leaned forward, mirroring his movements. A slow smile slid over her lips, as she traced them with the pencil eraser, her tongue darting out to lick the eraser tip. Her eyes never left his.
Lowering the pencil to rest on her collar bone again, she blew him a kiss, then reached up to pull her blinds down. Once safe behind her lowered blinds, she let out a sigh. She was shaking a bit, and hoped he hadn't seen that. One point to the boy next-door. But that was not the match.