Life as a good little girl/You're pretty sure they're not looking at you
From Create Your Own Story
"Would you look at those tits?" one of the boys remarks, puzzling you.
How can they see your breasts when they're squished against the rough shingles of the dog-house? Then it occurs to you. They're not looking at you!
A strange indignation fills you, and you turn your head as if to glare up at them. Before you can figure out what you're doing your eyes fall upon the large living room window of the house next door. Through the crystal clear glass you see a goddess of a woman gyrating against a floor-to-ceiling pole. Naked.
"Awesome. You've gotta take more pictures," a boy says, and you find yourself nodding. The woman is absolutely stunning, with the pouty lips you - er, your brothers - love to see wrapped around giant dicks. God you wish you had lips like those. Unlike the ugly fish lips you sometimes see in some of your - er, your brothers' - porn.
Your eyes naturally fasten on her breasts, feasting on the two large globes that sit high atop her chest. You don't see many big-tittied girls in your - er, your brothers' - porn stashes, but when you do you they have fingers digging into them, slapping them, or dicks thrusting up between them as they're roughly fucked prior to having a big load of cum splattered across their faces and boobs. You always find yourself wishing it was you in that picture with the big tits instead of your flat chest.
From her breasts you marvel at her narrow waist. It's what you've heard called a wasp-waist, and you wish you had that, but then you haven't developed much at all. You wonder if you should maybe go over there and ask her what her secret is... You nearly push yourself up before your remember the boys behind you, and settle yourself back down upon the doghouse to admire - observe - her.
Her legs are long and lean, twining around the pole, showing hints of definition without being overly muscular. On her feet she wears tall heels with a platform and you marvel that she can move so nimbly without falling over. Maybe if you asked... You shake your head, and let your eyes find her ass and pubic area. You can't quite make out her pussy lips from here, but you can tell she's either as bald as you down there or well-trimmed.
Her ass is beautiful to behold, both round and firm, flaring out from her waist without being fat. Your own ass isn't anywhere near as big as hers, and you're not really sure if you have a good one or not, but you hope you will in the future. In your porn - your brothers' porn, dammit! - the girls always have small, tight derrieres - although maybe their assholes aren't terribly tight what with the thick cocks pummelling them relentlessly. You remember one picture where two enormous dicks were in the poor girl's asshole, and couldn't help but admire her ass and think how much you'd love for that to be you. You'd love to have your ass look just like the one in the picture.
Looking in the mirror nowadays you get the impression that you have a pretty good butt. Back north you got some compliments on it. A lot of the neighborhood men - and some of your mother's boyfriends - had told you what a pretty girl you were and what a wonderful butt you had. The boys at school had liked to smack it, and you'd tell them off as you tried to fend off their hands. When you told your mom - being very vague about it - she said boys sometimes mistreated girls to show her they liked them. Like pulling their hair or smacking them a bit. It was such a revelation that the next time a boy spanked your butt you actually thanked him. You're still not sure who was more surprised, but the boys began to be a lot more liberal with smacking you on the butt once you stopped complaining about it. Then you moved. Since then you've seen all sorts of evidence that what she said was true. In all the porn videos you have - your brothers have! - the girls are always getting smacked and their hair pulled.
Snapping out of your reverie and your unabashed ogling of your neighbor you realize that the sounds from the window have disappeared. Apparently the boys really didn't see you there. Reluctantly you take your eyes off your pirouetting neighbor and realize that Mark's window is shut and locked.
