Syaoran watched the moving van pull up and a middle aged woman get out.
'Great', he thought, 'another middle aged woman to top off the 90 billion
other old ladies in the neighborhood, just what the vicinity needs.' He
stopped watching, he couldn't take another disappointment, nearly the
whole area's citizens were dying from old age, and a new owner always moved
in, but just like the rest they too were at least over 50.
**that night**
Syaoran sat in his room absently looking out the window, when he saw someone moving in the window, that did not have the build of a middle aged woman, at all. In fact she looked about his age. Then a surprising thing happened, she started undressing, in her room, with the light on, and the window open, at night. Anyone who wanted to could have seen in, and Syaoran wanted to. He leaned out the window to get a closer look. First she took off her shirt, then her bra , then her pants, and last her thong. Then she stood there, obviously looking for her pj's but she couldn't find them, since she just moved in. she bent over, looking in boxes, and must have spent at least 10 min before she found them. 10 min in which Syaoran had watched her every move, as she showed off her body to him, completely oblivious. Oh, how he longed to touch her, to see her again, she definitely was not, a middle aged woman, unless after a certain age they regained hips and breasts, which he doubted, having been around them for so long.
He fell asleep, still thinking about the images he had seen, they burned in his mind, and honestly, he didn't mind. For the first time he wished that it was time for school to start, so that he could at least introduce himself in the hallway, or if not introduce, at least seduce. He had made love many times, and oh how he loved sex, but every time it was to a prostitute, or someone who asked him, he had never asked before, but he wanted this girl, and Syaoran always got what he wanted..
(hey its my first lemon, it will get lemony-er, I promise!)
**that night**
Syaoran sat in his room absently looking out the window, when he saw someone moving in the window, that did not have the build of a middle aged woman, at all. In fact she looked about his age. Then a surprising thing happened, she started undressing, in her room, with the light on, and the window open, at night. Anyone who wanted to could have seen in, and Syaoran wanted to. He leaned out the window to get a closer look. First she took off her shirt, then her bra , then her pants, and last her thong. Then she stood there, obviously looking for her pj's but she couldn't find them, since she just moved in. she bent over, looking in boxes, and must have spent at least 10 min before she found them. 10 min in which Syaoran had watched her every move, as she showed off her body to him, completely oblivious. Oh, how he longed to touch her, to see her again, she definitely was not, a middle aged woman, unless after a certain age they regained hips and breasts, which he doubted, having been around them for so long.
He fell asleep, still thinking about the images he had seen, they burned in his mind, and honestly, he didn't mind. For the first time he wished that it was time for school to start, so that he could at least introduce himself in the hallway, or if not introduce, at least seduce. He had made love many times, and oh how he loved sex, but every time it was to a prostitute, or someone who asked him, he had never asked before, but he wanted this girl, and Syaoran always got what he wanted..
(hey its my first lemon, it will get lemony-er, I promise!)