When I was 13 I was home alone after school every day. About half an hour after school the elementary school bus would come by and a girl who lived down the street would walk right by the living room window. She was maybe 9, about 3rd grade. She was cute and little and had a pretty smile with dimples.

I had just discovered masturbation, and it was my favorite home-alone activity. Most days I would get home and strip naked and watch HBO or MTV for hot girls without much on. I discovered that the hand cream in the bathroom was amazing, so I would bring it to the living room in front of the tv. And about 15 minutes later that pretty little girl would walk by every day.

The first day I noticed her I got scared she would see me. But then I got turned on by the fear. I would open curtains and stand right in front of the window and she would walk by and not notice. This went on for months.

Then one day I was masturbating with hand cream right in front of the window and I was really close to cumming as she walked by. And I got caught up in the excitement of the possibility of being seen, and knocked on the window.

She looked up and when I saw her look at me I came right on the window. I had my shirt on and the window was fairly high up, I thought maybe she couldn't see my penis from the street. so I waved and smiled with my left hand while I finished pumping cum out of my cock with my right. My heart was beating out of my chest when she smiled and waved back with those adorable dimples.

I decided that she must not have seen, and vowed not to do that again. And I did stay away from the window for maybe three days. Not long after that I would smile and wave every day while I got off at the window, and she would smile and wave back.

I started to hate weekends.

After a month or so, one day after the smile, wave, and cum were over, I heard a knock on the door. I wasn't supposed to answer it but I looked out the window to find that girl at the door by herself.

I opened the door and noticed her brownie uniform that she had changed into since the walk home. She had a folded paper in her hand and she told me she was taking cookie orders. I explained that I couldn't order until I asked my mom, and then I asked her to come back tomorrow. She said she would and the next day she did. And I ordered a box of thin mints.

When she had written down the order she looked back up at me and told me that she was the girl I waved at every day. I told her I knew that, and then the world stood still when she asked, "Why do you do that?"

"Wave at you?" I asked.

"No with your pee." she said matter-of-factly.

I was petrified. But I managed an honest answer. "Because it feels good."

She asked me what it felt like and I told her I couldn't explain it. And then she asked me if I would show her closer.

So I invited her in and we sat on the couch. And I unzipped my pants.

I was really scared, so it was really small and soft. but I rubbed it and it got hard. That must have been funny for her because she laughed and smirked a lot and showed me her dimples.

I played for maybe a minute when I came all over myself. I had just finished an hour before but it was such a turn on. She asked questions about how it felt and why I did it, and I tried to explain. Then she said she needed to get home. But as she went out the door she asked if she could stop by after school.

Ohhh yes..

The weekend passed and Monday went on forever. But after school she came straight to the door and came in and we watched videos and talked for a little while.Then she explained that she got home an hour before her mom, and she could only stay for a little while so that her mom didn't know. And that was that. She started stopping for half an hour or so every day, and we would watch tv. I think she was just lonely. But even though I was always super horny, I kept it in my pants.

After four days, we were watching tv when she turned to me and asked, "Aren't you going to show me your penis anymore?"

That was all the invite I needed. I whipped it out, already hard, and came almost instantly.

This time she touched some cum on my tummy with her finger and wrinkled her nose.

From that day on, I masturbated with her every day. By the second week I would unlock the front door and be naked in the living room with lotion in my hand before she got there.

Not long after that, she told me she liked to rub 'down there' too. So I asked her to join me. Then for a few days we would both get naked and rub lotion on ourselves and masturbate.

At some point around week four, she grabbed my hand while we were playing and rubbed it around her clit. I tried to take it back , so she grabbed it again and held it there and gyrated on it a little. Then she laughed and so I tickled her.

We got into a tickle fight, but my cock was till hard and we were still naked, and our crotches were both covered in hand cream.

I got the best of her and laid down on top of her, tickling her armpits. And when I did,my penis bumped her thigh. She felt it and laughed more, and reached out and tried to tickle it. It was the first time she had touched it, and it jumped. She thought that was hilarious, and we spent the next 5 minutes watching it jump each time she touched it.

Finally she grabbed it hard and pushed down, and that was all I needed. When I came it startled her and she quickly cleaned up, got dressed, and went home.

But the next day she came back, and she wanted to play again. And that day while we were all covered in hand cream, I pinned her down and ticked her for a while, then before I even thought about it, I laid right on top of her and thrusted at her. I bumped around enough to cum, but I never entered her.

But one day the following week, I did the same thing. But then I stopped and felt around with my hand to line things up.

And we fucked for 20 glorious seconds before I shot a huge cum load inside her 20 seconds from virgin hole.

She said I had hurt her, and she walked right by the house for three days after that.

But the next Monday she was back, and we fucked every day that week, and every day the next.

It went on like that the whole school year, and then summer came and I didn't see her much.

Then I didn't see her at all. Her family moved away and she never said goodbye.

I sometimes wonder if I was the reason they moved.

I still can see her dimples sometimes when I masturbate, 20 years later.