Carlo Gonzalez & Keiko Wade, "Watching" (Perversion Level 1: Fun)

"Keiko, are you ready yet?" Carlo's voice echoed through the phone line, his tone playful yet tinged with anticipation.

"Almost!" Keiko replied, her fingers trembling as she fastened the last button on her dress. She glanced at herself in the mirror, her heart racing. The deep red fabric clung to her curves, accentuating her slender frame. Her long black hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, and her makeup was flawless, a perfect blend of elegance and seduction.

She took a deep breath and picked up her phone, "I'm coming out now."

Carlo stood by his car, leaning against it casually. His muscular build and statuesque features made him the dream date for any girl. But Keiko was no slouch. She perhaps wasn't seen as the school's biggest beauty, but when she emerged from her house, his breath hitched. She looked stunning, hotter than he had imagined possible.

Keiko had always been ambitions, the type of girl who knew what she wanted and went for it. And she'd known for a while that she wanted Carlo. So she used her position as student president to give extra resources to the lacrosse team and make sure she had ample opportunities to spend time with Carlo.

When he said he was into something, she researched it, then next time she'd talk to him about it. It wasn't long before they were getting friendly, then flirting, then making plans to go to prom together.

"Wow," he whispered, stepping forward to take her hand. "You look amazing."

Keiko had what she wanted.

They drove to the prom in comfortable silence, each lost in their thoughts. Keiko couldn't help but wonder what the night would bring. Of course going to prom was just the first part of Keiko's desires. The second part, traditionally, came on prom night.

The dance floor was crowded, lights flashing and music pounding. Carlo led her onto the dance floor, their bodies moving in sync. His hands rested low on her back, sending shivers down her spine.

As the night waned and attendees started to depart, Carlo turned to her, his eyes dark with desire. "I know there's an official after-prom that you probably need to go to as president but I was hoping maybe we could just to go my house."

Keiko's heart skipped a beat. Was this it? Of course this was it. She swallowed hard, nodding. So Carlo drove them back to his place, which happened to be empty, no family, no parents. He poured them both a drink. Keiko wasn't much of a drinker but she enjoyed something every now and then, and this was certainly as good a time as any to make sure her inhibitions didn't stand in the way.

"You look so pretty tonight." Carlo said, his fingers caressing her cheek, then trailing down her neck, "I want to tell you something..." He smiled. He had a good smile. Keiko was ready to answer 'yes' to anything. She was ready to give it all to him. "I want to watch you," he said softly. "I want to see you touch yourself."

Keiko's eyes widened. "What?" she stammered, her mind racing. This wasn't what she had expected at all.

"Please, Keiko. I've wanted this for so long. I've thought about it for so long. Just let me watch."

She hesitated briefly, her body tense. This was not how she had imagined tonight would be. But it was early. Maybe this was just a start. Besides, there was something about the intensity in Carlo's eyes, the sincerity in his voice, that made it impossible to refuse. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.

"Okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"Thank you," Carlo murmured, his lips brushing against hers in a feather-light kiss. He pulled back, his gaze never leaving hers. "Show me."

Keiko's hands trembled as she reached for the zipper of her dress. Slowly, she slid it down, revealing the lacy panties beneath. Carlo's eyes darkened with lust as he watched her every move. She felt exposed, but in sort of a good way. There was an undeniable thrill coursing through her veins.

She pushed the dress off her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet, exposing her breasts to Carlo. Now standing in just her underwear, she could feel Carlo's eyes raking over her body. This didn't feel bad. She felt desired.

"Touch yourself," he commanded, his voice husky. "Show me how you like it."

Keiko's cheeks flushed with heat. She hesitated for a moment, then reached down to cup her right breast, her thumb glazing over her nipple as it hardened while she played with it. Carlo's breath hitched, his eyes locked onto her hand. The sensation sent a jolt of warm electricity through her body.

Carlo's eyes were glued to her movements, his breathing ragged. "Yes. Keep going," he urged, his voice barely above a whisper.

Keiko's hand drifted lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her panties. She could feel the moist heat between her legs, the throbbing ache that demanded release. With a shaky hand, she parted her lips, fingers brushing against her clit. The sensation was electrifying, making her gasp.

Carlo moved closer, his hand resting on her hip. "That's it," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Touch yourself, Keiko."

She obeyed, caressing her clit with her fingertips, then pushing harder against it, rubbing it harder, faster, faster and harder. The pleasure was intense, building rapidly. She felt more **** than she'd ever felt, losing herself right there next to Carlo. Her hips swayed, grinding up against her hand as she rubbed at herself. Carlo leaned over and pulled her panties down her long legs, finally giving himself a clear view of her pleasing herself.

She looked over at Carlo, gazing into his intoxicating eyes. "Please," she whimpered, her hips bucking instinctively. "I need... I need more."

Carlo's hand slid around her waist, pulling her flush against him. His hardness pressed against her, a tantalizing promise of what could come. "How bad do you want it?" he whispered, his lips hovering just inches from hers.

Keiko's head spun, her body begging for release. "So bad," she breathed, her fingers working faster. "I need you, Carlo."

His grip tightened, his teeth grazing her earlobe. "Don't cum, Keiko," he commanded, his voice a deliciously sinful temptation. "Go as long as you can without cumming. I want to watch you fall apart."

Her body trembled with the effort of holding back. She could feel the tension building deep within her, a relentless pressure that demanded release. The smell of her arousal filled the air, mingling with the faint scent of sweat and the musky perfume she wore.

Carlo leaned forward, his eyes never leaving her face. "You’re doing so well, Keiko."

She smiled at his approval, her fingers moving faster over her throbbing clit. Every swipe of her fingers brought her closer to the edge. She wasn't sure how long she could last for him, she felt herself so close. He reached out and gently took her wrist, slowing her down.

"Too fast," he murmured. "Take it slow. Tease yourself."

Reluctantly, she complied, her movements becoming slower, more deliberate. Each stroke of her fingers sent waves of pleasure through her body, but it wasn’t enough. She needed more, craved release with an intensity that bordered on desperation.

"Carlo, please," she begged, her voice cracking. "I want you to join me."

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. "You don’t need me, Keiko. You just need to stay focused. Keep going."

She nodded, biting her lip to stifle a moan as she continued her ministrations. The sound of their breathing filled the silence, punctuated occasionally by the soft squelch of her wetness as her fingers slid effortlessly over her slick flesh.

For what felt like an eternity, they remained locked in this dance, Keiko edging closer and closer to orgasm, only to be pulled back by Carlo’s unwavering resolve. Her legs quivered, and she could feel the moisture pooling between them.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, Carlo relented. "Alright, Keiko. Let go."

The words were all she needed. With a cry of ecstasy, she allowed herself to fall over the edge, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She bucked against her hand, juices flowing freely as she squirted onto the couch and floor beneath her. She'd never, ever, felt a sensation like it before.

Carlo watched, his eyes dark with satisfaction as she came apart in front of him. The sight of her writhing, gasping form was almost too much to bear, but he held firm, refusing to give in to his own desires.

When at last the tremors subsided, Keiko lay panting, her body sated and exhausted. She looked up at Carlo, her eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and longing.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice hoarse from exertion.

He smiled faintly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. "You did great, Keiko."

She hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Why did you make me do that?"

Carlo sighed, sitting back on the bed beside her. "Because... I like to watch."

Keiko frowned, her heart aching at his words. "But... why didn’t you join me? Why wouldn’t you have sex with me?"

He looked away, his expression suddenly guarded. "There’s kinda someone else," he admitted quietly. "A girl who lives down the street. She's older... like in college."

Keiko felt a pang of jealousy and betrayal twist in her chest. "So, you’re saving yourself for her?"

He nodded. "Yes."

She knew he'd get her too, even if she was several years older. Carlo was simply too desirable to be ignored. In a way, Carlo was doing with this girl, what Keiko had done with him... setting a goal and working toward it. She swallowed hard, trying to process the pain that was quickly spreading through her. "And what about me?"

Carlo met her gaze, his eyes softening slightly. "I like you a lot. And if you want, you can stay here with me. We can keep doing this... all night long. If that’s what you want."

Keiko stared at him, her mind racing. The thought of being with him, even in this limited capacity, was both thrilling and heartbreaking. She wanted him, needed him, but the pain of knowing he was reserved for someone else stung deeply. But she knew that if this was all it was ever going to be, then she wanted the most of it.

She took a deep breath, "So you just want to watch me masturbate all night long?"

Carlo nodded.

"Alright," she said finally, her voice aching but determined as she spread her legs again, "bring me a hairbrush with a thick handle."