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You may not have taken the time to pursue girls during your years at school, but that doesn't mean you didn't fantasize about what it would be like to be with a woman. You're a nineteen year old man, with all the needs and urges that come with being one. You've spent more than a few nights relieving stress to thoughts of famous female trainers like Sabrina, the luscious leader of the Saffron gym, or the elegant Erica of Celadon. You've never thought about Green that way though, until now.

The scene you're watching through your window is more erotic than any you've dreamt up in your fantasies, and it's real. You can't see any details, but somehow that only makes it more tantalizing. What you can see—her hand moving faster and faster, the blush on her face deepening, her lips parting in what you're sure are moans—is driving you mad.

Without taking your eyes off of Green, you fish your member out of your boxers. Aided by the precum already leaking from your tip, you begin to slide your hand up and down the length of your stiff rod. Unconsciously, you match your pace to the rhythm of your friend's fingers, imagining yourself thrusting into her.

The flush on Green's face spreads down to her chest, the movement of her hand speeding up and becoming more urgent. The increased movement draws your attention to her breasts, which are bouncing enticingly under her sleepshirt. The shirt leaves little to the imagination; her erect nipples pull it into tight tents and the material is thin enough that you think you can actually make out her areolas.

You don't have time to figure that out however, as her left hand snakes under her her shirt and begins to massage her breast, occasionally tweaking the nipple you were watching. As you are imagining what it must feel like, you notice that the movements of Green's right hand have gotten erratic.

Your friend's unwitting show is pushing you to your limits, closer and closer to what you're certain will be the most amazing orgasm you've ever had. Seeing Green's face twist up as she pants and desperately tries reach climax, while you do the same, is nothing like imagining some celebrity while you beat off alone in the dark. There's something different about the other person being someone you know, not to mention just a few meters away.

Just as you think you’re about to blow without seeing Green finish, it happens. Her face contorts into the most blissful, and beautiful, expression you've seen on her in all the time you've known her. You wish desperately that her window was open, so that you could hear the sounds coming out of her soft pink lips. Her hips lift up off the bed and her back bows, causing her breasts to stretch her thin shirt to its limits and giving you the best view of them yet.

It's all far too much, and you find yourself climaxing together with your friend. You've never cum as hard in your life. Thick white ropes shoot out of your cock, with so much **** that the first actually splashes next to Green's window. The rest land somewhere between your houses, and almost as soon as you're done blowing your load, you lose the strength to remain upright and collapse back into your bed.

After taking a moment to recover, you **** yourself to close your window and pull the curtains shut. You consider trying to clean up the mess leaking from your still deflating member, but yawn and decide that's a problem that can be worried about later. Without any of the trouble you had earlier, you fall into a pleasant sleep full of dreams that feature your best friend in a very new light.