South, where there is more tree cover

Yeah, it's probably safer to go down this side of the street. You'll have more options to hide if anything happens.

You step away from the tree, tentatively at first, and walk towards the end of your yard. You find yourself constantly looking around to make sure no one is out and about. Without even realizing it, you walk past the hedge line nearby and cross over into your neighbors' yard. Wow, a few days ago you wouldn't have even left your room like this, and now you're not even on your own property.

You rush over to the tree in your neighbors' yard and use it to conceal yourself. You take a quick look at the windows of their house. Luckily, they have the blinds closed on all of them.

Okay, you've made it this far. You peek out from behind the tree, looking towards the end of the road. That's your goal. You've got...four more houses until you reach it.

Leaving the tree behind, you rush over into the next yard and hide behind yet another tree, stepping on a stick along the way. Damn, that hurt! Fuming, you rub your foot. These people need to take better care of their yard.

Three houses left. You poke your head out again. If there's a dangerous part to this route, it's here; the next house doesn't have a tree to hide behind. Still, it's not like you've seen anyone yet. It should be fine.

You ditch the tree and make a break for it, crossing over into the open yard. Once you're past the driveway, an odd, scraping sound reaches your ears. You've heard that sound before. Skateboards!

There's more than one, maybe two or three of them. They're coming from the street perpendicular to yours at the end of the road. You need to hide, but there's no tree! Shit!

Doing the first thing your instincts tell you, you run left toward the yard's chain link gate, grab the top of it, and launch yourself over into the back yard. You can hear some boys laughing. What the hell are they doing skateboarding at this time of night, anyway? Fuck! They're already on your street. This chain link fencing isn't going to hide you. You need to keep going.

Praying the boys don't see you, you run around to the back of the house. There, you see a wall of bushes. Hey, you remember now! Sometimes when you were out back, you would notice this house and its patio which was almost entirely surrounded by bushes with a deck hanging over top of it. You didn't really know these people, but you were sure thankful for their taste right now. What a perfect hiding spot!

You run past the bushes and onto the patio, ducking behind it as you look toward the side of the house. You hear the skateboards continue along down the street. The gate isn't rattling, so you don't think anyone is chasing after you. Seems like you're safe.

Dropping your head, you allow yourself to exhale. That was a close call. Too close.

"Uhm..."

You tense up. Eyes wide as can be, you spin around. Someone is sitting there in a chair, staring at you. A guy. And he's got his hands over his crotch. He's...naked, too?

"Hey..." he says, giving you a perplexed look.

Oh god! He saw you! You've been seen! Wait...don't you know him? Short, sandy brown hair...wasn't his name...Jake? Or something? Yeah, your mother talked to his mom sometimes, and she would mention things about him. He's the same age as you, if you remember right. But who gives a shit about any of that right now? You're naked! And he's looking at you! And why is he naked?

"Uh...yeaahhh," he speaks again, clearing his throat. "I, uh...my folks went to visit some friends out of town 'til Sunday night, and I kinda wondered what it'd be like to come outside...in the buff, so..." He looks you over for a moment. "You, uh...you, too, huh?"

Feeling slightly more comfortable knowing you're both in the same shoes, you confirm his suspicions, making sure to keep your privates covered.

"Cool," he says, giving you a nod. He's trying to sound nonchalant, but you can tell he's nervous, like you. "I'm Jake, by the way. You wanna...take a seat?"

He wants you to sit down? Seriously? Like you're not embarrassed enough already. Well, he's probably embarrassed, too. And he's actually been pretty decent about this whole situation so far. Maybe it...wouldn't hurt. Just for a little bit, though.

With your hands over your breasts and your nether regions, you slide over into the open chair on the patio.

Both of you are quiet at first, just staring off into the night. This is so awkward.

Off to your side, Jake shrugs his shoulders. "Well, what the hell," he says, throwing his hands up in the air. He lays them down on his chair's armrests, leaving his private parts exposed.

You can't stop yourself from staring at his penis, now hanging freely between his legs. Holy crap, you haven't seen one in a long time. His is...a pretty good size, even without an erection. It...definitely has some girth to it, and the length isn't bad either.

"So, what's your name?" he asks, looking over at you.

You quickly turn away. Oh god, he saw you looking at it! What the hell did you do that for? Stupid, stupid! Trying to compose yourself, you give him your name.

"Oh yeah, my mom's tried telling me about you before," he says. "You live a few houses down, right?"

You tell him you do, then things grow quiet again. Trying to be as covert as possible, you look over at him. He's actually got a pretty big frame—not fat, but muscular. He's not ripped like a bodybuilder or anything, but you'd guess he lifts some weights. Recalling something your mother mentioned once, you ask if he plays football.

"Yeah, you knew?" he says, sounding glad that you're the one moving the conversation along for a change. "I play tight end for Eastside varsity. I'm not amazing or anything, didn't get any scholarships or anything like that, but, y'know, it's something."

Football player, huh? You don't know a ton about them since you've spent your high school life at an all-girls school, but you do hear they're fairly popular. Without thinking, you suggest he must have a nice girlfriend then.

"Uhh...I did, yeah, up 'til a couple months ago," he replies, scratching his cheek. "We got in a fight and broke up, and I was like, 'okay, whatever.' Never really felt like patching it up, and since I'm going out of state for college in the fall, I figured it's probably best not to anyway. Know what I mean?"

Well, you imagine long distance relationships would be rough, so you tell him you don't blame him.

"What about you?" he asks. "You must have a boyfriend, right?"

You explain the whole all-girls school thing and briefly mention your past failed relationships.

"Wow, really?" he says. "That's rough. I'm so glad my parents didn't make me go to an all-guys school. That woulda sucked hard."

Oh, he's got no idea. You ramble on about all the things that drive you crazy about your school, forgetting for a time that you're both talking to each other naked. He's actually a good listener, you realize. Once you're done, Jake starts talking about his own experiences at Eastside High.

While he's speaking, you catch yourself glancing over at his cock again. You wonder how it feels. Is it squishy, or is it hard like a rock? The furthest you ever got with your first boyfriend was him jokingly flashing his dick at you. Looking back, he was probably trying to tell you something. It wasn't long after that when he fucking cheated on you.

"You okay over there?" Jake asks, looking over at you again.

Snapping back to attention, you realize you've been absentmindedly staring at his penis again. You turn away, fighting the urge to slap yourself. What the hell is wrong with you? Holy shit! Stop doing that! You apologize and say you're fine.

Shifting in his seat, Jake clears his throat again. "You know," he starts, "I wasn't going to bring it up or anything, but...if you wanted to...do something, I'd be cool with it."

Huh? Did he just say what you think he just said? Well, of course, you've been sitting here staring at his dick! Is it really that surprising?

But...you are kind of curious. And he said he's cool with it. He did say that, right? Right, he did. You barely know this guy, though! Urgh, this is complicated!