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by Oxartes © 2007

Maybe You Can Go Home AgainLisa DeBlasio was sitting on her parents' front porch working on a laptop when my Dad, the boys and I drove up and got out of the Honda. She stood up when she saw us.

I was about to cut across the DeBlasios' yard when I stopped, my right foot poised in mid-stride. "Your Dad's not going to go off on me, is he?" As a kid, my pals and I were terrified of Lisa's Dad. He'd go ape-shit if we stepped on even one blade of grass or—God forbid—on one of his flowers. I knew her folks weren't around but I couldn't resist teasing Lisa.

Lisa smiled. "Oh, they're off at Maria's. C'mere!"

Maria was Lisa's younger sister who lived down in Memphis. I stomped up to the porch, trampling as much grass as I could.

"Did you enjoy that?"

"Yes I did, Lisa." We laughed. Her tits got my attention and I got a nice view of her cleavage as she leaned over and we exchanged hugs and pecks on the cheek. She saw my inquisitive glance and smiled as she stood up. I called the boys over and introduced them to her before sending them inside to show my Mom the trout we had pulled out of Conneaut Lake.

"Alex, it's great to see you. Come on over for a beer later."

"You got it. Thanks." I left her on the porch and followed my Dad into the house as the memories poured into my head and my rapidly hardening dick.

*             *             *

My Mom put the boys to bed in my brother's old room and I went over to see Lisa. I'd only been back home three times in 16 years and hadn't exchanged more than a quick hello with Lisa.

We sat on her front porch nursing a couple of Heinekens.

"How's London?" she asked.

"The bank keeps me busy."

"What brings you back here?"

"I thought I'd bring the boys over for a visit before they go back to school next month. Why aren't you at home?" Lisa lived across town.

She sipped her beer. "I'm writing against a Monday deadline. I often come over here when I need to work without any distractions."

We chatted about the neighborhood and how it had changed since we were kids. Then I had to ask; I couldn't hold it in any more. "Whose turn is it?"

She blushed and looked at the ground.

Shit. "Lisa, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you. I..."

"No, no Alex, it's OK. I was too embarrassed to say anything and was hoping that you would bring it up." She looked at me.

"You still remember?"

"Are you kidding? I got wet as soon as I saw you drive up."

"It has been, what...twenty years?"

"About that."

"We had fun then, didn't we?"

"Mmm, lots. Wet, sticky fun."

"Here's to old times."

She nodded. We clinked bottles and drained the last of our beers.

"Alex, it's been great to see you. I've still got a lot of work to do."

Damn! "Then get to it. Good night Lisa."

She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek again. "Good night, Alex."

I got up, walked down the three steps from the DeBlasios' porch, made a point of walking around the lawn and was going up the three steps to our porch. Shit. I don't know what I had been thinking. I was hard as hell and was resigned to jerking off in the shower, something I had done, in that shower, many, many times.


I looked over at Lisa.

"I do believe it's my turn."

I smiled and my dick got that much harder. Did I say she was a doll?

*             *             *

Lisa and I didn't go to the same schools and we really weren't friends as kids. But horny teenagers are horny teenagers and after watching each other by accident and then playing Peeping Tom, we invented the Game and played it every chance we got. We were very discreet and never got caught. The Game was a secret game.

The rules were very simple. One of us would masturbate while the other watched. The one watching was supposed to wait until the other one came before masturbating (in full view of course) him/herself. If the watcher was so turned on that he/she couldn't wait and just had to come, the watcher lost. Once, when we were maybe 17 or 18, Lisa was dancing and stroking herself and I stood there rapt, with an aching hard-on, I tossed a tennis ball into her window with a message wrapped around it with a rubber band. I asked, "What are you fantasizing about?" She replied (by write-and-toss). "That cock of yours." I asked "Where? In your pussy, mouth, hands, ass or between your tits?" She replied, "All of the above." Needless to say I lost that night.

The boys and my parents were asleep. I went up to my old room, which faced Lisa's, put on the light and closed the door. The lights were on in the DeBlasio's kitchen but Lisa's room was dark. I stripped to my shorts and sat down to wait for Lisa to start; after all, it was her turn.

After about thirty minutes, the kitchen lights went off. Thirty fucking minutes! Lisa always was a tease.

Two minutes later, she entered her room and put on the light. She walked around in front of her bed and faced the window. We waved to each other and then she began.

She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and took it off to reveal a black lace bra. She undid her belt and stepped out of her knee-length khaki shorts to reveal very sexy matching panties. Lisa blew me a kiss and s-l-o-w-l-y undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her tits were as gorgeous as they ever were. She fondled her breasts, kneading and tweaking the nipples. I gripped the sides of my chair as my cock twitched and strained inside my boxers. All I could think about was licking her nipples and seeing how much of those beauties I could get inside my mouth.

She put two fingers in her mouth. I could see her tongue dart over them, carefully licking each one. My fantasy switched to Lisa darting her tongue over my cock and licking it to the verge of explosion. Her wet fingers slid downward into her panties. Lisa rocked as her fingers probed and stroked and she appeared to insert them inside her. My cock strained against my shorts, which I quickly took off. Lisa smiled as she saw my erect dick pop up into the air, and beckoned to me with her other hand, inviting me to come. I smiled and shook my head; she wasn't going to get me that easily!

She slid her other hand into her panties and stepped out of them, turning around as she did so. Her ass looked marvelously round and soft, despite the years; I wanted to grab it and drive my cock into it, losing myself between its inviting folds.

Lisa turned back around and spread her lips before fingering her clit and inserting two fingers back inside her. She pulled her fingers up to her mouth and savored her sweetness, caressing her tits with her other hand. Her hand went back down to her pussy. I guess she couldn't wait for me anymore because she stroked herself vigorously, shaking and moaning as her pleasure soared. Yeah Lisa, I cheered silently, go baby, do it, lemme see you come! She clenched her thighs around her hand and collapsed backward onto her bed, curling up into a ball and rocking in ecstasy. I rose out of my chair slightly as I watched Lisa come; had I so much as touched my cock, I would've let fly. But I waited until she was finished. She looked up at me, panting and exhilirated. I smiled and nodded my head. She stood up and returned the gesture. It was now my turn.

I caressed my balls and traced fingers of both hands up my cock, lightly fingering the tip. I wrapped one hand around the shaft and gave it several gentle strokes before turning sideways and slowly pumping it into the air. I turned back to face Lisa, who was rocking back and forth as she watched, and put two fingers in my mouth, moistening them with my tongue. I held the fingers out to Lisa and then placed them on the underside of the tip of my cock, pressing it back against my groin. I pressed two fingers of my other hand just behind my balls and stroked away, four fingers at once. This was my best jerking off grip. My hips bucked as I felt myself falling away into a wicked bliss. Lisa and I used to feel bad, defiant, risque, raunchy, lewd, all of these, when we played the Game and this all came flooding back to me as I rushed toward one hell of an orgasm. I wanted to come for Lisa, for the horny innocence of two hormonal teenagers; I wanted her to see me spasm and come just like she used to.

Lisa spread her lips and slid her fingers inside her and against her clit. She wasn't finished! She writhed and beckoned to me again with her other hand, inviting me to come. She needn't have bothered. I furiously stroked myself up to and past the point-of-no-return, gnashing my teeth and throwing my head back and forth as I surpressed a wild desire to cry out. Lisa laughed as that first wonderful spurt of fluid erupted from my cock and as I kept on stroking myself in pure delight, coming all over my hand and stomach. Seeing Lisa fell back onto her bed and collapse again in her second orgasm made me come all the harder.

Finally, I slumped back into my chair, spent. After a few seconds, I stood up and looked at the mess I had made. Lisa just smiled. We laughed. I raised the screen, leaned out the window and called out to her. "How old are we?"


"Do this again in another twenty years?"

"Only if we can still be seventeen."


"It'll be your turn."

"I won't forget."

"Thank you Alex."

"Goodnight, Lisa."

© 2007 Oxartes.  All rights reserved. Content may not be copied or used in whole or part without written permission from the author.

Bio: Oxartes, 43, is the married papa (proud, on both counts!) of two children. He is a professional copyeditor and proofreader who has discovered that he like to write erotica as a hobby. "Writing is like therapy," he says.

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