Disclaimer: I can hope, wish and dream that I own SpongeBob, but it's just wishful thinking. Stephen Hilenburg is the owner.

A/N: Just wanna say that I truly do appreciate the hits and reviews this M-rated fanfic has gotten. I reckon that many of you Spandy (or not) readers out there will acknowledge this chapter as a naughty due to the title. Enjoy it!

Title: Voyeurism

I've thoroughly searched the outer tree-dome, inspected the kitchen, investigated the living room, examined her bedroom, but she's nowhere to be found. Curses! Has she turned invisible (I hope not, cause that'd be an unfair advantage)? I've hunted high and low for her – leaving no stones unturned (all 150 of them), yet I still can't find Sandy in her own home. Either I'm beginning to lose my touch, or Sandy is as silent as the air she breathes...it's definitely the latter – she is my Kare-a-tay sensei after all - meaning that she's got years of experience on me, but I swear that I'll surpass her one day!

"I won't let my guard down now." is what I said myself. "Somewhere, somehow, she's lurking around at this very moment. I bet my Mermaidman & Barnacleboy trading cards that she's patiently waiting for the chance to pounce on me and defeat me. At all costs, I mustn't give her that chance!"

I tucked and rolled, finally reaching her wide beige-coloured hallways. At first I thought the coast was clear, but that doesn't seem to be the case. I heard noise. Noise like chimes, no. Singing. Sirenic singing.

The (enthralling) noise I heard came off a door, so I stood right next to it, pressing my ear near the door knob. Interesting, I thought. It seemed like there's another noise accompanied with the singing - making it sound polyphonic. What my ears picked up was a dripping noise - a fast dripping noise – dripping liquid or water is probably it.

Ohhh, I got it!

She's in the bathroom taking a shower (duh!). Now I guess there's no point charging in like a flock of buzzin' jellyfish since it's not fair that Sandy's not prepared to fight, and she's doing her shower which means she's naked. N.U.D.E! If I value my life, then I wouldn't (SHOULDN'T!) go in there. So cause Sandy surely knows I wouldn't enter bathroom when she's having a shower, then...wait a minute, wait a minute!

This is all a plan. A real sneaky plan by none other than Ms. Cheeks.

Man, she's good!

It's all started to make perfect sense. Sandy thinks I won't attack because she thinks that I think that she's having a 'shower', when really she's just pretending to have one so she can attack me when my guard's down. Well, she's in for a surprise.

I turned the door knob, and opened the door quietly and widely. Once I took a look inside, I knew I was done for. It turned out that Sandy was actually taking a shower. I could tell because of the steam floating in her bathroom and the shadowy form of her body from the shower curtain which was her-

Oh my.

As soon as I saw that feminine silhouette which was my Texan friend's, my Kare-a-tay gloves shielded my big blue eyes from it. I should close the door and leave right now which is what one part of my mind says, but the other part is interested. It's true that I've never seen a girl's, well, a girl's womanly parts, but this is SANDY! Even if I think she's the prettiest squirrel in Bikini Bottom (and the whole sea), I can't possibly let my curiosity take the best of me. Oh, what to do, what to do...this is a problem. There's only one way to solve it, but it requires me to...I'll have to. Just one peep can't hurt, right? All I have to do is take one little look to satisfy my curiosity and then I'll never ever wonder again.

Okay then, it's settled. Here I go.

Slowly, I managed to pry my gloved hands away from my eyes to take a glimpse, however a glimpse turned into a glance and then a glance turned into a whole other thing. As my eyes fixed themselves on that shapely silhouette of Sandy, I swallowed and felt this unbearable heat on my face.

The grey-coloured curtain of ablution is pulled away revealing a tra-tra-transparent one.

"..."

I can't...this is...this is just...it's...Gosh, it's captivating! I've never been so...Sandy taking a shower is captivating me, entrancing me, or enthralling me just like her voice did, but the thing is that I can't see her voice like I can see her physique.

Swallowing once more, I concur that it's the sight of it all. This spectacular show that made me stay right where I am (secretly crouched behind a door).

As Sandy, Sandy the Squirrel extended her head back to allow the water to cascade down her body, I knew then and there that that view would never be erased from my head (I'll probably have vivid dreams of it tonight). I can almost describe like a waterfall, but some water gets trapped during it's way down her body, while the others to her fur - darkening it and flattening it, and boy does it flatten it. Now her wet, wet fur is hugging so closely to her body to secretly reveal her true body shape...I don't know why, but in my mouth a lot of saliva is gathered together.

I briefly remembered something. Sandy has said so herself that my eyesight is rather good, but that didn't stop me as I crawled a little inside into her bathroom. I nearly called, 'Jumping Jellyfish!', but I had more self-control than that (OK, so maybe I murmured it). Her body has grown up a lot compared to mine (although I'm much more handsome, I'm still on the short side), it's grown up a lot, or maybe I've never noticed cause of her spacesuit, or maybe I've just never realised...oh, I hope it's not the second idea.

I guess my friend isn't the same gal she was when she clobbered that clam. She's an adult now and of course it makes sense that -

"...!"

I choked. I chocked on whatever liquid was in my mouth due to what I was seeing next.

The way in which Sandy applied the soap in her hands onto her body made my heart thump so loud to the point I thought that she'd heard (I'd be dead if she did). Her actions were ridculously slow and so, so bewitching as her furred hands glided along her shapely sides. I finally got the chance to claim that her body was slender. Sandy had a (nice) slender body shape. I'd be lying if I didn't think it was...was appealing? Nah, that's not the word. Attractive is definetly the word.

She's slender with curves and I can tell by the way she rubs down that firm der...Don't you dare say it, SpongeBob! Don't even think it, just go back to your point, back to my point...what was my point again? Oh yeah, her body wasn't like a mermaid's, but that didn't mean it wasn't so gorgeous in it's right, otherwise I wouldn't have drooled a second ago. Drool? I drooled?

Oh, tartar sauce. I can't deny it any more. I did drool, and I'm still drooling. There's just something about seeing Sandy's small waist, slim hips and slim legs, strong thighs and, and...did I mention her legs? I must've cause gosh, their just, just...I really need to stop now and start breathing. I've realised that the more I stare then the more breathless I get. I've got my bubble helmet on, and I still can't breathe!

As long as I don't stare at her chest then I'll be-...oh, get a grip, SquarePants!

Why, why, why when she's dripping wet, naked, hot, gorgeous and so se-...Was I going to say t-that word? Why am I thinking that word? How do I even know that word?

Okay, calm down, SquarePants. Just try to calm down. Right now I need to escape outta of this, cause Sandy could easily stop her shower and -

Jumping Jellyfish! She stopped. She stopped her shower!

Uh-oh. I've gotta skeddadle right now and forget this whole episode.

. . . .

I'm ashamed to say it. I'm ashamed to admit it. Oh, who am I kidding? I SpongeBob SquarePants am ashamed to believe that despite being ashamed, I'm STILL doing it. Sighing while being crouched below the door, I took a peek in. It's the third time I'm here. Third! It wasn't intentional at first, but the second was because I was still curious, and the third was because, well it's because...oh, fish paste! It's gone beyond curiosity now. She'll kill me if she finds out. What I'm doing (have been doing) is bad with capital B!

I bet I've broken the scale of total badness. I'm not just doing something bad or really bad – I'm doing something down-right baddy bad. What would my parent think? What would Mr. Krabs think? What would Patrick think? What would Squidward think? What would the Royal Neptunian Family think?

Back to the bad (BAD!) actions I've committed. Perhaps this could be blamed on the hormones thingamabobs I learnt in high-school. I remember the nurse explaining that it takes something really attractive to get you're body "jumpin'", but...why'd it have to be Sandy? She's my friend – one of my best friends – one of my great friends with such a nice body, uh. Did I just say that?

Okay, I've made my decision. I'll stop spy-I mean watching Sandy take a shower now. Right now, I'll stop it completely. My eyes shit tight to follow through with my idea, but a second later - they opened again. When I tried to close the door, my arm slapped the other from doing so. Ah, shrimps!

My body won't listen since my fingers keep twitching. Only Neptune knows how much I want to touch her...TOUCH HER? Oh, I need help.

What am I gonna do now? If I can't stop this real bad interest (HOBBY) of mine, then Sandy'll find out one day and, and...huh? I can't hear the water any more. She stopped her shower, why? Some thing's up. Sandy always takes her showers for precisely five minutes and twenty-five or twenty-seven seconds, so why is it shorter now?

I take a peek in and realise she's not there. I've always managed to escape before she finished.

"I don't get it. She never hasn't had a shower like this w-w-"

I passed out.

My words were left spluttered and unfinished. Some tight rope wrapped itself around my torso – squeezing all the life outta me. All I remembered was falling to the ground with my bubble helmet cracked and leaking (Oh no! I'll dehydrate!). I heard a gasp of pure disbelief, and everything turned black from then on out.

. . . .

"How long are ya gonna take, sleeping beauty?" is what I heard when waking up in new surroundings. It's looks familiar.

I replied, "I'm awake now, but who said that?"

"Who'd ya think?" said a voice in a similar Southern drawl to someone I closely know.

"Sandy, is that you?" I truly think it is, cause the voices are like twins.

"The only and only. How're ya feelin', SpongeBob?" asked Sandy in concern, at least I think it's concern cause I think I might have heard a harsh tone somewhere.

"Um, I dunno." I said, blinking my eyes to understand where I was. It looked like a bathroom...was I in a bathtub? "I'm sitting in this..bathtub? My head hurts, and I feel like a spoiled Krabby patty"

Sandy's eyes go really big in sympathy and browner than normal. "Aw, you poor thing. I'd like to apologise for yer pain, but I'm wholly responsible."

Huh? What is Sandy on about?

"I don't get it, Sandy. What's going on? Why would you-" Oh, I got it now. "Ohhh, methinks I understand. We're playing a game. What's it called? Is it fun?"

For a long, long moment, Sandy didn't say a word. Suddenly though, she laughed out a laughed which seemed rather dark. Something is wrong.

She started to talk. "It ain't really a game - more like payback, but I guess it could be called a show. Only for me."

"A show?"

"Uh-huh." she states in a real ambiguous way. What is going on? "You've had you're turn, now it's mine."

Yup, something is wrong.

"Sandy," I said gently. "What is going on?"

Instead of words as an answer, all I got was that dark laugh of hers. It's much darker than the last time – it was so dark that my toes curled up in fright.

"It's like I said, SpongeBob. We're gonna have a lil' show – a voyeuristic type of show where the voyeur which is was you by the way gets to be the star of attention," she answers seriously. "or humiliated, either one works."

I gulped when Sandy said the word humiliated. Why humilation? How have I hurt her? I must've done something bad, something really bad, something so bad that the badness scale tipped...UH-OH, UH-OH. She knows. SHE knows. She KNOWS! I'm dead. I am dead. I am going to die. She's gonna kill me, and I actually deserve it this time. No wonder I'm tied down like this and I have no bubble helmet. I guess this is the end of the line for me. Never thought I'd say it now, but goodbye world and all who inhabit it – I'll miss you.

"Took ya long, but I can see that y'all know what's goin' on."

With my head hung down low, I decided that an apology was in order."Sandy, look I-"

"Don't wanna hear it," she interrupted with her hand raised (which could kill me in a single strike). "Where I'm from, we call fellas like you Peeping Tom's."

"Peeping Tom's?" I asked, genuinely unsure of the word.

"Ya heard right. Peeping Tom's tend to be sorry-good-for-nothing male weirdos who like spy on women during their private moments." explained my friend. "They ain't the best of folk. I'm just hurt, angry and truly surprised that ma friend is one of their members."

At this moment, I can honestly say that Sandy's words punched me more harder than anything ever has in this world. I've really let her down. Way to go SpongeBob StupidPants. Look what curiosity has done to you.

"Oh, please forgive me, Sandy." I beg. "I didn't intentionally mean to peep on you frequently."

"Really?" questioned Sandy which a hint of scepticism.

"Well, at first I was really curious cause I've seen a girl's, well a woman's body," I took at look at her face and realised that my poor excuse would get me killed very, very soon. "honest to Neptune, but then there were other reason that I'm too ashamed to tell you cause I don't understand them completely myself." I elaborated. Still, the frown was on her face and I wished I could see any other emotion on her face apart from betrayal. Gosh, it hurt to see that.

I continued speaking, desperately hoping I could make right my wrong.

"Please don't take this the wrong way, Sandy, but I'm an art lover. Looking at you're body, well...I-I don't think I'm the only male in Bikini Bottom who'd think that it's a great masterpiece." is what I confessed shyly. My next words might kill me, but Sandy needed to know that her body was wonderful. "I still find it strange that I never noticed before when you were just in you're purple skirt outift, but you being wet was a whole other experience. Gosh, you have no idea how I ached to-"

When she gasped, I stopped talking and looked at her face. It was then and there that I knew for certain that I was not seeing things. Sandy Cheeks is blushing. Did I do that to her?

"Didn't ya Mama teach ya some manners?" vociferated Sandy. I'm a bit offended. "T-that's rather...that's perverted for y'all to say, SquarePants!"

I asked worriedly, "W-whaddaya mean by that, Sandy?"

"W-what am I sayin' is that you've become a serious ogler, SquarePants. I can't believe you'd do this! D'ya know that you've broken my trust." she spat out. Wow. I've never felt this bad before. It was as if she slapped me across the face (and boy does that hurt).

"Sandy," I said with the most beseeching tone I could muster within me. "I'm so, so sorry. What I did was one of the wrongest things I ever done to you. It's wronger than the time I lied to you that I could breathe air, or when I pretended to die from the ripping my pants joke, and when I took your space ship to the moon without permission, or even the time Squirrel Jokes were a big hit, and do you remember the time where -"

"SpongeBob." she cut me off. "Giving me these example of the past ain't too persuasive as an apology."

Thinking over, I realised that she had a point.

"Oh, I guess you're right." I said with a little bit of embarrassment. "I think what I'm trying to say, Sandy is that my actions truly were atrocious. I was ashamed then, but that didn't stop me. I've got no clue how to make my wrong a right, but I promise that I'll do anything."

Her brows raised at that. "Anything?"

"Anything. Absolutely anything." I affirmed. I'd do anything for Sandy anyawy – she's one of my special friends.

Sandy sighed. "Count yer blessings that we've been friends for more than a decade which is longer than most marriages nowadays. Don't you dare get me wrong, I'm still upset and madder than a bull seeing red. I guess you av' done things just as bad, but..."

"But?"

"Y'all still need a punishment." is what Sandy said with a twinkle in her eye I've never seen before.

I stuttered out, "What k-kind of p-punishment?"

I got no answer for a while, but Sandy just stared at me like predator would to a prey. I know right now that I gulped whatever saliva was in my mouth. I'm scared of her sometimes, a right now is a sometime.

"It's yer unluckly today cause I'mma be yer voyeur, so stay in that bathtub and enthral me, SpongeBob ScopophiliacPants." she declared so explicitly, giving me a smirk which made me feel very, very vulnerable. She can't be serious, can she?

"You mean..."

"Uh-huh." she responded with a nod of her head. "This is payback, you're punishment. Truth is, I ain't ever had the chance in ma life to try voyeurism. The thought ain't ever popped in ma head before, until now. I want y'all to show me why it's such an addictive hobby." she explained. "I'm assumin' it's addictive since you witnessed me nude three times in a row."

Oh, Man. She's not joking. Sandy isn't joking one bit. She literally just sat on a chair and picked up a remote control to turn on the shower I was in. I can feel the water trickling down my clothes.

"Yer clothes, take 'em off!" my voyeur commanded. "don'tcha remember that I wasn't wearing any."

Oh. Dear. Neptune. What have I got myself into now?

A/N: Poor SpongeBob, he's in for it now!