Monica 01: Open Season

All three boys were eighteen after all. Grown men. Men who could make their own decisions. Still she didn't want Ryan's Father to be cross with his son. Regardless she let her worry vanish quickly. Her intentions staying on course.

She remained in her window and waited for him to open his own window sill. He wasn't certain at first but took his chances.

"Hey there Monica." Brock hid his cock by pulling his sweats higher.

"Hi, Mister Quinones. Hope I didn't scare you."

"Why would you do that?" He opens his screen up to lean out on his sill.

She waved her fingers over her breasts as if to show him what might have spooked him.

"Me. Like this. It's not something you see every day I'm sure."

He felt cocky, "Only every Friday night like clockwork. Not this boldly though. Why the change?"

She trembles at his admission, "Can you keep a secret?"

"I guess that depends on the secret." He smirks.

Biting a nail delicately she opens up, "We both know I like that you watch me every week. And, that you like watching me. I'm eighteen now and I feel like being even more open. So, if you remain nice about this I'm not afraid to be more open. Not sex but letting you watch me when you know I'm watching. I'll watch you and you will know I'm watching. Deal?"

He chuckles and shakes his head, "Not much of a secret there really. Yeah sure I can do that. The way you acted I thought you might be adding more to the equation."

"Did I say between windows?" She sticks her tongue out at him.

"Oh ho. There it is. What do you have in mind?"

"See you next Friday."

She playfully waves at him and shuts her window down.

Her lights remain on and she sleeps in the nude.

Poor ole Brock. His mind was racing.

So was his hand on his cock. Three times in one night.

Both of them slept like babies.