Penny Lane's Seduction

by Bridy McAvoy

  “Certainly not!” She giggled.

  I wondered if she’d do it one of these days. It had become one of our stock jokes.

  Thinking about her naked sent my mind racing off at a tangent. I decided to tease her a little bit more.

  “Penny?”

  “What, honey?”

  “You know earlier how being half-naked with the curtains open got you turned on?”

  “It wasn’t that…”

  “It was partly that.”

  “What about it?”

  “How about when you go upstairs to your room, you put the light on, but don’t draw the curtains before you undress.”

  “Don’t be silly.”

  “I’m not being silly. I think you’d look fantastic.”

  “And how would you know?”

  I watched her lick her lips and made my decision. I was going to go for this. “Because once you let me out of the front door, I’ll nip round to the side gate and watch from the back garden.”

  Penny’s room was on the back of the house, and her parents slept at the front. That was about all I knew—upstairs in this house was forbidden territory for me.

  “You’re crazy. What if someone sees?”

  I chuckled and kissed her again. “Who could see? It’s open farmland behind here.”

  “True…”

  I sensed she was starting to waver. She had been turned on by her naked search for her bra earlier, she just wasn’t sure she wanted to admit it.

  “Go on, just for me. See how it makes you feel. Might make the soreness go away.”

  She paused again, her wide eyes looking at me. I kissed her again, watching her as she closed her eyes, her body, still warm, melting against my chest.

  “Go on.”

  “Okay, just this once. And if I chicken out and draw the curtains don’t be cross with me.”

  “I won’t be, I promise.”

  “And no wanking on the lawn.”

  I chuckled. “I’ll wait ’til I get home.”

  “Yeah, right.”

  “Hey, three times tonight equals our record. What makes you think I could get it up a fourth time?”

  “Then why am I going to put myself through this humiliation for you?”

  “It won’t be a humiliation, it’ll get you turned on.”

  She sighed. “Okay, if it’ll shut you up, but it’s not going to become a regular thing. And don’t trip over anything in the garden and make a noise.”

  “I’ll be careful.”

  “Hmm…” She was smiling though, and I guess the idea was kind of exciting her as well.

  After another couple of minutes we said our goodbyes and she shut the front door on me.

  * * * *

  I tried to be as quiet as possible as I crept along the front of the house and then opened the side gate. At least the gate didn’t squeak. If it had it would have completely kyboshed my plan. I left the gate open for a getaway, just in case. Let’s face it, my presence and Penny undressing with the curtains open would be unexplainable, especially as they already knew what we’d been doing before I brought her home.

  Anyway, there was enough moonlight—just—for me to avoid falling over any of the shrubs in the garden. A minute later I was standing in front of her dad’s shed. Their road was on a hill, so the gardens sloped up from the houses. At the bottom of the garden I was almost on a level with Penny’s bedroom. Her room was dark, and stayed dark for ages. I thought she’d chickened out, but then I saw the light in the bathroom at the side of the house flick off. A moment later I saw her bedroom door open. A darker shadow slipped into the room, highlighted against the night light in the hall. The door shut again, and after a moment the room was illuminated as she switched on her bedside light. Not a bright light, but enough to show what she was doing.

  She was doing what I said, but she was taking precautions by not using the overhead fitting. I watched as she moved back along the wall, keeping the bed between her and the window. She stared out into the darkness. I knew she couldn’t see me, but I was sure she knew I was there. She stood still for a minute and I could see the doubt written large on her face as she plucked up the courage to do it.

  Go on, go on. Take the top off.

  I glanced around, embarrassed in case I’d said it out loud, but there was no one there to hear me if I had. A moment later she reached down to her waist and untucked the top from her jeans. Her movements remained slow, deliberate, but at the same time, uncertain. My breath caught in my throat as she stared out into the darkness, then crossed her hands in front of her and froze. She held that pose for several seconds, I could just about see her chest heaving as she panted for breath. Then she blurred into motion, whipping the top up and off over her head, tossing it onto the bed. She stood there in her white lace bra, still looking out of the window.

  I held my breath as her hands went behind her back and then the white lace sagged as she undid the catch. The straps were stripped down her arms and the bra joined her top on the bed. She had her hands over her breasts, covering them, but that shielding didn’t last long as she lowered her hands away from her breasts. Even in the dim light I could see how hard her nipples were. Despite her reluctance, she was enjoying this.

  Once more she seemed to freeze in place, her chest heaving as she panted for breath. Her legs seemed to be moving slightly, and I guessed she was easing her sneakers off her feet. Then her hands moved again, undoing the popper on her jeans and sliding the zip down.

  The jeans opened in a vee down her stomach, revealing the cute white panties with the lips printed on them. I was hard as a rock in my pants, despite having cum into a tissue in her hand fifteen minutes earlier. God, she looked beautiful as she started easing the jeans down. My breath caught again and I fought to stop myself reaching for my hard cock to rub or squeeze it. It would be embarrassing enough to walk down the street with a hard on, let alone with a large wet patch on the front of my pants.

  Her jeans disappeared from view as she pushed them down her legs. As she bent to free her feet from the tight denim her breasts swung around under her body. All I could think was the desire to get her into the doggie position. Christ, if I could have got back into the house at that minute, we’d have been at it in nothing flat. I was pretty sure she was up for it too. She straightened and dropped her jeans on the bed, leaving her just in those tight white panties.

  Take them off, take them off.

  I’d seen her nude before, many times, as we made love, but this was much like that first time when she’d been shy as she slipped them off on my bed. I’d never seen her like this, and she was so, so sexy as her fingers toyed with the waistband. A moment later her head shot around, staring toward her door, and she blurred into action. She raced for the window and I had a quick glimpse of her breasts closer to the glass. Then the curtains were whipped across the window, killing the view completely. A moment later the bathroom light clicked on. I guess one or other of her parents had just got up and this had panicked her.

  I knew she wouldn’t expect me to hang around, so I picked my way across the lawn and out the side gate once more. I made sure I was very, very quiet as I closed the gate. I think I was halfway home before my erection disappeared far enough for me to walk with any degree of comfort.

  Chapter 2

  As soon as I had closed the curtains I collapsed to the floor. I was a soup of conflicting, fighting chemicals. I was so turned on by what I’d done, that I knew all I had to do was put my hand inside my panties and I’d cum in about ten seconds flat. I didn’t, though, because of everything else going on.

  I’d heard someone on the landing and realized it was either mum or dad going to the loo, and the thought one of them might have opened my door and seen me like that—hell, like this—was too much. Rationally, though, I knew my dad hadn’t come into my room unannounced for many years, and it had to have been three years since my mother had failed to knock. I’d cursed my parents for christening me Penelope, and then letting
everyone shorten it to Penny. As soon as anyone was old enough to have heard of the Beatles, the bullying had started. My room had become my sanctuary where nothing could hurt me. The chance of discovery was slim, but the adrenalin was still flowing through my system.

  I was angry with Gareth for putting me in this position, but there again, I hadn’t had to do it. My body was screaming for more of the same, just as it had been back at his flat earlier. He hadn’t had to seduce me into bed the second time—even the idea of letting myself into the flat and lying on the bed, naked, waiting for him, wasn’t so alien a thought. I wouldn’t do it, or at least I didn’t think I would, but I’d done this?

  Why had I gone along with his voyeuristic fantasy?

  There was one other thing eating away at me. Throughout the experience, I’d been trying to see if Gareth was actually in the garden. I was pretty sure he would have been. Hell, he never missed a chance to get me naked or partially naked. Randy sod. But he was nice with it, and he tried hard to give me the same pleasure as he got. I hadn’t seen him though, but just as I pulled the curtains closed I did see something.

  What I saw wasn’t in our garden—it was next door. A little glowing red light, just like the end of a fag in the darkness. Our neighbor had been out there, having a fag. Frank didn’t smoke in the house. It hadn’t just been Gareth watching me. If Frank had been out there, that far down his garden, he must have seen me too. Seen my virtually naked body. Seen my naked breasts. He’d have seen Gareth sneaking around the garden to watch as well. The last thing I needed was knowing some forty year old pervert had been watching me undress.

  I took a deep shuddering breath.

  If that was the case—and it was the last thing I needed—then why was my pussy so wet, my nipples so stiff and my entire body on the verge of a climax?

  * * * *

  I hated Sundays. I hated having to go to work at the supermarket, hated the uniform, hated the place, my work colleagues, everything. I pulled faces at myself as I pulled the navy sweatshirt over my head and adjusted it into place, then pulled my ponytail tight and made sure it was straight and not lopsided.

  Finally decent, I opened the curtains and switched my light off then returned to the window to stare out. Both our garden and the two on either side were deserted, which wasn’t surprising given the early hour. The fields beyond were, of course, also deserted, a light green color with the winter wheat starting to peek through the dark soil. I tried to guess where Gareth had been last night, looking for any tell-tale clue as to where he’d stood to watch me. I couldn’t see any, coming to the conclusion he’d stood in front of the shed. Given Dad’s great big rose arbor started at that corner, I was pretty sure he wouldn’t have been able to see across to the neighbor’s garden, where Frank must have been. The glowing coal on the end of his fag would have placed him about three-quarters of the way down the garden, just in front of his own shed. I shuddered, remembering how I’d felt when I’d realized someone other than the intended recipient had seen my little show. Now, in the cold light of day, I couldn’t explain why I’d felt so turned on, and why, once I’d gone to bed and closed my eyes, it wasn’t just Gareth watching me in my fantasy.

  He’d be distraught if I told him about it, so the decision to keep quiet was an easy one to make. Now it was time to push such thoughts out of my mind and get on with the day, the boring day operating a till or, even worse, stacking yogurts or toilet rolls. Actually, the job wasn’t that bad. The shop was light and pleasant, and I preferred that the uniform covered my shape. I got hit on at least three times a day, which is why I’d surprised myself by saying yes to Gareth when he’d tried. I guess I’d sensed he wasn’t just trying for a quick screw.

  I smiled to myself. Those memories were precious, and I knew the real reason for my mood. Work and college would keep us apart ‘til next Friday. I’d speak to him, but that was it. I wouldn’t see him for almost a week, as usual.

  I could hear mum in the kitchen as I walked downstairs.

  “Morning.”

  “Morning, sweetie.” She turned from the stove and smiled at me. “Scrambled eggs on toast do you? We’re out of bacon.”

  “Yeah, great. You want me to pick some up at the end of my shift?”

  “Would you mind?”

  “Of course not.”

  “There’s a list on the fridge.”

  “Got it.” I quickly scanned the list and added it up in my head. A few pounds’ worth, nothing more.

  She grabbed her purse and fumbled a twenty to me.

  “Too much, mum.”

  She shrugged. “Your dad will want another six pack, too. Maybe get two of them. Big football match next week. It’s the only time he drinks more than one.”

  “But they’re so damned heavy to lug up the hill.”

  She just gave me a steady look and, shrugging, I grabbed a glass and the OJ and sat down. Knowing she’d won, she changed the subject. “Everything okay with you and Gareth, sweetie?”

  “Yeah, sure. Why?”

  “He didn’t seem to stay very long last night.” She craned her neck to check Dad wasn’t in earshot.

  I knew he’d still be in bed, like always on a Sunday.

  “Not long enough to…well…you know.”

  “Mum!”

  She chuckled. “You think I don’t know what you get up to when we go to bed? I just wish your dad was still as active.”

  “Mum! Too much information!”

  She chuckled and brought my breakfast over then sat down opposite me with a cup of tea. “I mean it, honey, is everything okay?”

  “Yes, it’s fine.”

  “It’s not much of a courting life for you two.”

  I shrugged. We tended to have this part of the conversation on a regular basis.

  “What can we do? Neither of us has the money to do much more. He works full time, and I’m doing all the hours I can and working hard at college too.”

  “Well, I just wish you’d go out a bit more.”

  She looked at me and I guess I flushed as I kept chewing on my eggs.

  “Sweetie, I do your laundry. I notice certain things.”

  “Mum! Gross! At a meal time too.”

  “Subject normal, Pen, subject normal. I just want to know my girl is as happy as she can be.”

  I reached over and patted her hand. “If I told you everything we get up to as a couple, you’d probably be shocked.”

  She grinned at me. “Probably not. After all, where do you think you came from? You know we don’t have any gooseberry bushes.”

  I sighed and shook my head, clearing the last piece of egg off my plate.

  “All I’m interested in is that he’s treating you right and not hurting you, and that you’re happy.”

  I rose from the table, put my plate in the sink and then put my arms around her from behind, hugging her. “I’m fine, Mum, and I’m happy. The only fly in the ointment is I don’t get to see him from Sunday through to Friday. That’ll change once I finish college, and we’ll be fine.”

  She looked up at me. “Will you be moving in with him then?”

  Her question caught me off-guard and for a moment I hesitated. “I don’t know, Mum, I really don’t know. We haven’t discussed it.”

  “But would you?”

  “Possibly, Mum, but I’ve got four months at college left, and a lot can happen in that time.”

  She looked toward the hallway to check for Dad, but we both knew he was still in the land of nod. “Look, Pen, if that’s what you do, you’ll have my blessing. I’ll miss you, of course, but you’ll have my support. I’ll even work on your dad for you, remind him of what happened when we were starting out.”

  “I thought you got married first…”

  “That’s what everybody was expected to think… Now scoot before you’re late for work.”

  “I’m gone, see you tonight.”

  “Bye.”

  I left her sitting in the kitchen as I grabbed a coat and headed out t
he front door.

  * * * *

  Sunday was always a busy day, so the day almost flew past. The only blip on my horizon was when Frank came through my checkout line with a couple of things plus his Sunday paper.

  “Good morning, cupcake, nice to see you.”

  I was at work, in uniform, and my supervisor was hovering nearby. I was supposed to be nice to the customers, on pain of a disciplinary warning. What I wanted to do was to lean across the grocery belt and denounce him as a filthy pervert. I probably wouldn’t get to keep my job if I did, but I hated the way he put emphasis on that particular word. It wouldn’t mean anything to anyone else in hearing, but he and I both knew what he meant.

  I smiled at him, but tried to keep it brief, polite rather than friendly, then rang his items through the till. I had to take the security cap off his bottle of whiskey, and I had to twist to reach the machinery. As I did I watched his eye line drop, watching the way my breasts pushed against the sweatshirt. The system was designed for ergonomics, so there was nothing else I could do. I flushed a little, but there again, he hadn’t really seen anything, and it was just my own paranoia noticing what he’d been doing.

  “That’ll be nineteen pounds thirty-six please. Do you have a Clubcard?”

  “Nah, put it on your own.”

  “I can’t do that, sir, but thank you for the offer.”

  “Worth it for the service, but I guess you have to follow the rules, don’t you?”

  “’Fraid so, sir.”

  “That boyfriend of yours treating you right?”

  “Very well, thank you.”

  “Good, good.”

  I gave him his change and he headed for the exit. I didn’t have anyone else in the queue at that moment and my supervisor wandered over.

  “Hi Fran.”

  “You okay, Penny?”

  “Yes, why?”

  “I thought that guy was bothering you a little.”

  “No, he’s okay, basically harmless. He’s my parents’ next door neighbor.”