“Everyone is right there in the house,” she said. “They can probably see us if they look out that window. And you want me to jack you off? Right here?”
Carrie traced his lip with one manicured fingernail. “You don’t even like to kiss in public,” she pouted.
“Maybe you can teach me to like it,” he suggested with a raised eyebrow.
Carrie slid her fingernail down his chin. Down his throat. Down the front of his shirt, lightly pulling on the soft cotton. She toyed with the snap of his khaki pants.
“What if your momma looks out and sees us?” she asked, but she didn’t seem to care much. She was more interested in undoing the snap of those pants and pulling the zipper down. The head of his cock was peeking out of his underwear. Carrie ran her thumb over it and Kevin’s whole body jerked. He took a deep breath and glanced up at the window.
Carrie smiled and licked her lips. Kevin hadn’t believed she would do it. That’s why he suggested it so casually. Now that she was definitely going to do it, he was having second thoughts.
“Maybe you’re right,” he said. “Maybe we shouldn’t.”
Carrie gave him a wide smile. “Too late for that!”
She pushed the underwear down a few inches and wrapped one finger around the tip of his cock. Kevin shifted a little, making sure she stood between him and that dangerous window view. She jacked him lightly with just one finger, staring at him all the while.
The small, careful touch was already driving him insane. He wanted to pull those pants down and wrap her whole hand around his cock. She knew how he liked it: a firm squeeze while she pulled up slowly, then a lighter squeeze while she slid her hand down, quickly, all the way to his balls.
Carrie squeezed the tip of his dick. This time he moaned, loud enough to startle them both. Carrie went motionless. Was the window open? Could anyone hear?
Carrie pushed his underwear down until she felt his warm balls against her fingertips. Then she stroked up slowly, just the way he liked it. She pulled him close to her and made sure to keep her elbow steady. Anyone watching from that window would see Kevin holding her close, his chin resting on the top of her head, her hands in front of her, seemingly against his chest. No one would notice her hand jacking him off between their bodies.
“Where do you want to come?” she whispered.
Kevin chuckled. “Mom just smiled out the window at us,” he said. Carrie bit her lip hard to keep from laughing and jerked his cock harder. Kevin’s hands started to tremble on her back.
“Where do you want to come?” she demanded again.
“In your hand,” he whimpered.
His shaft was slick with seeping come. Her hand moved faster. Kevin’s legs were tense, almost trembling, and she knew the muscles there would be hard as rocks. He was hardly breathing. Her own breath was coming too fast and she tried to slow it down. Was she giving any outward sign of what she was doing to him?
Her heart almost stopped when she heard his mother’s voice calling them in for dinner. The window was open!
“We’re coming, Mom!”
Carrie did laugh then. Kevin’s cock throbbed. The warm jets of semen pulsed through him and she cupped her hand over the head of his cock, catching the liquid in her palm. It splashed between her fingers. Some of it slid back down his cock in long, thick streams. She caught most of it. When his cock stopped pumping she carefully moved her hand away, lest someone might see her spill the creamy white juices he had given her.
Kevin carefully pulled his underwear up and zipped his pants. He watched the window for a moment and finally let out a deep breath of relief.
“No one saw us,” he assured her.
Carrie held up her hand. His semen was glistening between her fingertips. Kevin walked to the corner of the driveway and picked up the water hose, ready to wash her clean. Carrie had other ideas. He watched her, his eyes wide, as she licked her fingers. Slowly. Right in full view of the window.
His mother yelled again. It was time to come in for dinner.
“But I just had dessert,” Carrie said, and Kevin laughed out loud.
“What’s so funny?” his mother asked.